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lokiwritess · 4 years

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A Day Off (with Idiots) - Sergeant Hunter

I really need to work on how I write fluff. I’m just not a fluffy person I guess, I’m all about the angst

“I’m going to kill them.”

You didn’t intend for it to come out sounding as dramatic as it does, but you roll with it. When do you ever get the chance to be overdramatic out in the field? All that drama has to go somewhere!

“You love them.” Hunter’s voice is still hoarse from sleep. After that last mission, all of you had basically collapsed into your respective beds. But apparently, only Hunter and yourself had taken to sleeping in.

The Sergeant shifted in his spot behind you, pulling the covers up from where you'd probably kicked them off. Hunter was a heater! Next to him, blankets were unnecessary.

“No. I’ll kill them, I’m serious.”

You hadn’t had the chance to sleep for a solid eight hours in months. But the bastards one room over had decided to ruin that for you. With… Whatever they were doing that sounded like a speeder being shredded.

“Just go back to sleep.”, Hunter chuckled, pulling you closer to him and further away from the edge of the cot. With a dramatic sigh, you flopped over to face him. He watched with half-closed eyes as you cuddled further into him, resting your head on his chest and throwing your arm across his waist.

He had the ability to talk you out of everything. And also into everything. A curse, really, that he used to his advantage any chance he could and he knew that.

"I do love sleep.", you huffed, ready to relax again.

Hunter smiled, knowing you couldn't see his face. He absent-mindedly brushed some of your tangled hair out of your face, drawing a low hum from you.

With his hand in your hair, you could've easily fallen back asleep and slept for another day...

If it hadn't been for the terrifying noise coming from the living area. The ear-piercing sound of metal scratching against metal had you sitting upright in bed.

"What did they do now?", Hunter huffed, half-amused.

"Uh, just to check, they can't damage the ship to a point where we're going to crash, right?"

You looked at him with one of your brows raised, silently noting how adorable he looked with his hair sticking out in all directions. He looked relaxed for a change, which only heightened your annoyance at his brothers for waking him up.

The sound returned, this time louder. And then, there was a loud crash in the living area, like someone had ripped a door off its hinges. And this time it was enough to have Hunter jolt up as well.

"Right?", you repeated, hoping for a comforting answer. He said nothing.

Getting out of bed was harder than expected. Your legs entangled with Hunters, mixed up somewhere in the blanket, were hard to free. Once you'd yanked your ankle out of the sheets, you stumbled out of the bed. That's when you realized how warm Hunter really was. It was kriffing cold without him, outside of your cocoon.

As soon as you were both out of bed, the two of you immediately headed to the living area.

But what you saw when you entered the doorway was not something you could have ever been prepared for.

Tech was in a heap on the floor near the chairs, tears streaming across his face as he laughed, gasping for air.

Crosshair stood closer to the middle of the room, completely frozen. His jaw was slack, toothpick in front of him on the floor instead of in his mouth.

And the center of attention was Wrecker, holding something that looked suspiciously like a wall panel. Right behind him was a hole in the inner wall, missing a huge panel of durasteel.

"Ah, fierfek."

"What the kriff?"

You and Hunter cursed at the same time, accidentally talking over each other. That caught their attention. All three of them slowly turned to see you and Hunter in the doorway, fresh out of bed with the hair to prove it, looking less than amused.

"Oh." Tech's laughter died in his throat, as he quickly sat up and wiped the tears from his face. Crosshair still hadn't unfrozen, and Wrecker took one look at Hunter's glare and dropped the panel in his hands with a loud crash that made you flinch.

"Explain, now!"

"We were just talking. But Tech had to tell Wrecker that he wasn't strong enough to tear a panel off the wall." Crosshair was surprisingly the first to talk, rolling his eyes. Your eyes automatically switched to Tech, who had a look of betrayal on his face.

"I said that, yes, but Wrecker wouldn't have- You said 'I bet you 20 credits he can'!", Tech protested, exasperation clear in his voice as he threw his arms up, signaling wildly between Wrecker and Crosshair.

"That's because I didn't think he'd actually do it!"

They started to bicker, making you groan. The one time you had nothing to do. The one time you had 24 hours of peace and relaxation. You should've known that the only way you'd be able to relax and do nothing all day would be if you stole some stims from the medbay.

Everyone turned back around to Hunter to settle their argument. But he wasn't having it. Not this time. How had these idiots not killed themselves yet?

"I don't care who dared Wrecker more! There's a hole in the wall! And you're going to fix this!" You almost burst out laughing at their shocked faces. But you were instead taken by surprise when Hunter grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the room.

"Where are you going?", Tech called out behind you.

"Back to bed."

You couldn't help but grin, already happy again, looking forward to being back in your lovely little isolation with Hunter.

#star wars imagine #star wars x reader #clone wars #star wars the clones wars #clone wars imagine #clone wars x reader #sergeant hunter x reader #hunter x reader #bad batch x reader #bad batch #louistrying

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lokiwritess · 4 years

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Now or Never - Commander Wolffe

Me: Wants to write about so many characters

Also me: Just writes about Wolffe again

“Com- ca- ear... nder”

A sharp feeling of pain thrust you back into consciousness. When you opened your eyes you expected to see light and hear the buzzing of a ship, but all-encompassing darkness surrounded you.

The ache in your body only worsened as your mind cleared, freeing itself from the grasps of unconsciousness. A groan escaped your lips at the pain, but you couldn’t hear it over the persistent ringing in your ears.

Your eyes burned horribly from the dust, watering, trying to clear out small pieces of debris. It took you a moment to regain awareness of your surroundings and yourself. But when you came to, you became aware of the position you were in.

Face-down on your stomach, arms to either side of you, between chunks of stones.

It was so cold, you found yourself shivering, fighting off the urge to gag at the smell of smoke in the air. There was nothing around you other than dust and pain. And you were completely alone, no other presence around you.

Your head was dizzy and hurting, and you knew enough about the medical basics to realize you probably had a severe concussion. But from what?Memories flooded your mind. You remembered getting up in the morning, meditating, and getting briefed for your next mission. After that, you had no recollection of the chain of events that led you there.

You winced and cried out in pain as your body entered a violent coughing fit, coughing out dust and debris. Your body felt wrong, unbalanced.You lacked the energy to react properly. With no memory of what had happened, you didn't think about doing anything next.

The force around you pulsated with darkness, warning you of the danger you were in, yet you couldn’t will yourself to stand up in your current state.

"-co-in. I rep-"

The static crackle of the comm-unit around your wrist filled the deafening silence. It buzzed, and only partly delivered a message, cutting off the words, probably damaged.

It pained you but slowly, carefully you reached out with your other hand and pressed a combination of buttons, silently hoping that your only method of contact with the troops hadn’t been broken beyond repair.

A few desperate presses of another button. First, nothing. Then, "I repeat, Y/n come in. Does anyone have eyes on her?"

A wheezing breath of relief made you cough again, but it was worth it as you finally pressed the transmission-button, holding it down.

“Sinker? Are you there?”, you pressed out.

"I'm here, Commander. Are you okay? Are you injured?"

With another pained groan, you managed to slowly pull your forearm under your torso, pushing yourself up into a half-sitting position on the floor.

"I don't know. I think so.", you muttered quietly, gasping when your hip grazed a chunk of stone. “Scratch that. I’m definitely injured.”

"Your signal is weak, we’re currently trying to locate you. Do you have any idea where you are?”

Your neck cracked as you slowly turned it. But there was nothing. In the dim light of your comlink, you could only see the stone around you and the corridor you’d probably been in before. Not even your lightsaber was with you.

"I dun'no. Somewhere stony, a corridor. I think the wall in front of me blew up and part of the ceiling came down. What-" you were interrupted by a coughing fit, burning deep in your chest. "What happened?"

“We don’t know. The connection to your comm broke off, and then Boost called in about the explosion. A part of the lower levels collapsed entirely, we suspect it might have been a diversion, but so far Dooku hasn’t made his escape yet.”

“Is- Is my master okay?”, you questioned, exhaustion taking over. Your elbows almost gave out, but you managed to catch yourself before your face collided with the ground.

“Master Plo is alright, he was in the upper levels. He’s out there searching for you right now.”

“What about the pack?” A sudden urge of panic let the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Goosebumps erupted on your skin, covering your arms and legs. “Is Wolffe-”

You couldn’t finish that sentence.Silence. Until you heard the shuffle of armor and then suddenly: another voice.

“I’m here.” Relief flooded through your veins, soothing your pain, even if only just for a short while. “Most of the pack is okay. Our priority right now is to find you. Just hang in there, alright? And try to move as little as possible before the medics get to you.”

You couldn’t ignore the evident sound of worry in his voice. Your hand clutched the comlink so hard, your knuckles turned white. Something had you on edge. The force around you vibrated intensely, no longer pulsing slowly. It felt a lot more threatening.

“Wolffe? Something’s wrong.”

“Talk to me. What’s going on?”

Your legs shook, reacting to something you didn’t know about yet. The feeling drained you, every time. The Jedi considered it ‘a gift’. Prior to the start of the war, you’d temporarily been trained by Master Yoda to help you gain control of it. A goal that you hadn't been able to reach before the war intervened.

In situations like the one you were in, your gift was more of a curse.

Talking about it to people who didn’t understand was never easy. That’s why you were so relieved that Wolffe was on the other end of the line.

“I- I feel something coming. I won’t be able to answer, just- please don’t cut the transmission.”

“Are you going to have another premonition?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, I’ll stay right here. You'll be fine.”

Was he assuring himself or you? The first premonition you’d had around the pack, had happened on Aleen. Without your master, who knew what to expect and what to do.

Sinker had been the one to notice your change in behavior so he pointed out the trembling of your arms to the Commander. It’d already been too late by then, and all Wolffe could do was catch you as you tumbled to the ground, eyes wide open and your pupils rapidly moving as if you were watching an intense fight.

After that, Wolffe had been terrified of it ever happening again, but you’d managed to calm him and explain your abilities. Now, he knew how to help, but he was far away from you.

The force made a sound like water rushing in a river, surrounding you. An ever-swelling sound that would drown you if you fought it. So you let it. The sound rose to deafening noise before it completely disappeared.

It was silent again. An unnatural, misleading silence. Deep down you knew you’d entered your premonition. Your body was probably already on the floor, eyes moving, wide open. But for you, nothing had changed. You sat on the ground, in the dark, listening.

An even sound bounced off the walls, becoming louder. Light shined around a corner as the sound was joined by that of a similar pattern, just deeper, heavier.

Footsteps. Someone was moving towards you. At least two people and one of them might be a droid.

Your eyes focused on the corner as the footsteps approached. And then: the shadow of a tall man appeared, next to him a super battle droid. The shadow-man took graceful steps around the corner, advancing toward you. The shadow of the droid loomed over you, blasters aimed at you. You were cornered.

And just like that, you re-entered reality, sitting up with a loud gasp.

Panic. The only thing in your system was pure and undiluted panic. Your heart beat so fast, it threatened to just jump out of your chest.

“Y/n? Can you hear me? Are you alright?”

The force around you changed again. The darkness that had clouded you hadn’t entirely been your own.

“Wolffe, you need to alert my master right now. The troops need to know that Count Dooku is still inside the base. He will escape. You need to stop him at all costs! If you can't then you have to alert the other Generals. It could put all of them in danger-”

“Y/n, slow down, what are you talking about?”, he cut in, voice interrupting your hurried orders.

“I can’t slow down, I don’t have much time left. The explosion… it was never meant to be a diversion. It was meant to cut off my path. The mission was a trap, Wolffe. They had a target from the very beginning.”

“Y/n, what is happening? What did you see?”

“I’m not alone down here. The target was me, I'm going to be taken.”

Footsteps echoed in the corridor, quiet now but soon they would be louder. He was there.

“Wolffe. Please. You have to listen to me. Stop him, no matter what."

The information you held about battle strategies, about the other generals, would be extremely dangerous in the hands of the Sith Lord. And he would find a way to get it out of you.

Dooku wanted the benefits of your ability, to help him against the Republic army. That's why he'd targeted you.

The footsteps grew louder now. They were almost there. Tears had collected in your eyes. All you could do was hope that Wolffe had listened, and that he’d follow your orders. Slowly, you raised the Comlink to your mouth and exhaled, letting go.

If this was the last time you would ever hear his voice, he needed to know. It was now or never.

“I love you, Wolffe. I’m sorry I didn’t say it before.”, you admitted quietly.

But there was no reply. Just the crackle of a cut connection. You were left alone in the darkness, with no weapon, with no other choice than to face your captor.

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When Boost spotted your familiar form in one of the cells, stasis-cuffs held you against the wall. His stomach dropped at the sight. How could anyone do something as horrible to a kind person like you?

You'd been missing for a month. One moment everyone was fighting side by side against Count Dooku and the next there was no sign of you. Wolffe and Sinker had been the only ones to hear from you after a major explosion.

Both of them could only tell your master the same thing. You’d been injured. And then you’d foreseen your own abduction. After that, your signal had vanished, and you’d disappeared, the only trace of you Dooku’s ship.

The ship that escaped without a single shot being fired at it, Commander's orders.

Master Plo-Koon was a calm man, but in the absence of his padawan, his patience was limited. No live sign from you for almost four weeks had the entire pack on edge, waiting for anything.

It was sheer luck that the 212th could locate Dooku in an abandoned old military base, on an outer-rim planet few had ever even heard of.

Master Plo struggled to keep his emotions from clouding his judgment. And he struggled even more to control his men, especially Wolffe. The fact that you and the Commander got along well with each other, and trusted each other with your lives, was common knowledge.

But Sergeant Sinker was the only witness of something else. Something more. Both Clones had never mentioned the actual last words that they’d heard that day before the connection was lost.

Your disappearance changed Wolffe in a way he would never be able to repair. Losing his eye had been traumatic, but losing you had ripped his heart clean out of his chest.

Almost the entire Great Army of the Republic had been tasked with finding you. Your abilities in the wrong hands were just too dangerous.

The Jedi, the pack, they had all worked together, day and night. Until that moment, when Sinker shared one look with Boost and commed the Commander.

"Commander, we found her. You need to get here, now.", he urged.

Both of them moved forward, trying to figure out how to release you. You were unconscious, that much they could tell. And with much difficulty, they managed to turn off the stasis cuffs. As Boost released you from your restraints, Sinker was there, ready to catch you before you crashed to the floor.

Deep shadows rimmed your eyes, a similar color to the bruises along the skin of your arms. The Sergeant couldn’t - and didn’t want to - imagine the extent of your injuries. Some of the cuts and bruises looked old, almost healed. Other’s were fresh, one along your shoulder was still trickling blood.

You looked grey in his arms, pale and sickly. And you were most definitely malnourished.

Both clones hated being there with you. They weren’t used to seeing their second Commander so… fragile. It was terrifying.

It seemed like an eternity in the quiet before the door jumped open once again and Wolffe and Comet entered the old cell.

"Warthog, keep the transport ready we need to get her out of here."

Without another word the Commander moved forward, taking his helmet off. Sinker and Boost instinctively moved out of his way, giving him space.

The Commander was known to be a battle-hardened, stoic person, but around you, his brothers could see him melt. Especially then, when he gently moved you from the ground into his arms, one hand coming up to softly grab your chin.

"Y/N, cyar'ika, can you hear me?", he pressed out, worried you wouldn't respond. For a moment, everyone in the room stopped breathing, just waiting. And then, your eyes fluttered open.

Your vision was blurry, and you blinked a few slow times to clear it. When you finally looked up at the familiar face, Wolffe could feel your tensed body relax. One shaky hand came up to cup his face, thumb brushing across his scar.

"Wolffe?", you managed to slur.

He nodded quickly. "We're gonna get you out of here. Just hang on.", he assured you.

He was prepared for a lot of things, but not necessarily for you to wrap your arms around his neck and weakly pull him closer. Needless to say, he happily obliged, pulling you further into his body, until you could rest your head in the crook of his neck.

Your warm breath fanned across the skin of his neck. A soothing feeling, a gentle reminder that you were alive. That he could continue breathing.

"I thought I'd never get to see you again.", you managed to whisper, in such a heartbreaking tone that he couldn't imagine ever getting his hands to let you go again.

He couldn't find words. So he simply pulled you closer and hooked his arm under your knees. With no idea what to do, he looked up at Sinker. Sinker nodded at the Commander, before turning to the other two troopers in the room.

“We’re going first. We’ll clear a path.”, he decided, nodding his head to the door. The troopers acted on their orders immediately.Sinker cast Wolffe an assuring glance, before leaving you both completely alone.

“You didn’t listen to me.”, you tried to sound accusing, but you were too exhausted.

“I know. Never tell me to shoot down a ship that you’re in, ever again, understood? I'd rather desert than follow orders that put you at risk.

“Why did I know you were going to say something like that?”, you chuckled weakly.

“Because you know I love you too.”, he stated, much calmer than before.

You smiled, although he couldn’t see your face. “Yeah, I do.”

In one motion he put on his helmet again and stood up with you in his arms.

“I’ll get you out of here, okay? Just rest. You’re safe now.”

And truly, you’d never felt safer than in your Commander’s arms.

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lokiwritess · 4 years

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Restless - Sergeant Hunter

I learned the spelling of sergeant halfway through this and that is all I have to say. Ps. We all know Hunter is secretly a softie who loves his brothers

The light rap of knuckles on durasteel was the first thing to pull you out of your trance in hours, maybe even a day. Nothing had managed to break your concentration: Not hunger, not thirst, not even the raging headache in your temples.

Exhaustion had you almost slipping away a few times, but you clung on to your last bits of energy like a drowning man would cling to a bottle of water.

Your hair was probably a mess, eyes half-closed, with the dark circles to prove the time you'd spent staring at the datapad in your lap. What had started from interest had turned into desperation quickly, leaving nothing but frustration in its wake.

If you didn't decrypt those files you would have failed another one of your friends.

"How's it going? Made any progress?", Hunter questioned.

The long-haired sergeant leaned against the doorway, arms crossed in front of his chest. His eyes scanned the room in a fluid motion, settling on your figure.

"I got nothing.", you muttered in defeat. "Kix must've known that whoever was after him would try to find these files as well. I mean- how the hell am I supposed to open files protected against way smarter people?”

"He sent them to you. I doubt that he just chose a random person, that means that you know how to decrypt them. Just don’t know it yet."

"I just can't figure it out. I'm failing miserably. I need more time. What if I can't figure it out until it's too late?"

Hunter huffed, his soft footsteps echoing on the floor as he moved closer. He stopped right next to you, crouching down to be on the same level as you. But instead of trying to look at him, your gaze was fixed on the datapad once again, and on the transmission, you’d received while eating with the group.

This time, what broke your concentration was that Hunter just snatched the pad from your hands and turned it off.

“What are you doing?”, you questioned in shock, trying to reach for it.

But the Sergeant held it out of reach from you, laying it down on top of a monitor.

“You’ve been doing this for hours. Right now, you don’t need more time, you need food and rest.”

The ship was quiet, the only thing that you could hear the steady humming of the engines that kept the ship in its position. Too quiet, for the usually chaotic ship. There was no bickering, no arguments, no bets being made.

“Everyone already went to sleep, didn’t they?”

“They did, about eight hours ago. We let you be then but this isn’t healthy anymore.”

You couldn't help but protest as he grabbed your waist and made you stand on your feet. Wobbly feet, as you noticed. Did you sit on the floor in the command center for almost a day? How had you not noticed the way your muscles ached?

"Alright, let's go before you fall asleep on your feet."

"I really have to keep working on this. I’ll promise I’ll eat, but-”

"Tech will look into it while you do your part in being a functional member of the team. And that for you means eating and sleeping right now.", he cut you off.

"Did you just call any of us functional?"

He made a low sound that you had learned to identify as his way to express amusement. But he didn't stop moving, his hand on the small of your back gently maneuvering your tired body in the right direction.

"Stop protesting. Food first or sleep?"

You rolled your eyes at his stubbornness, while a yawn decided for you. "Sleep."

He hummed in agreement, reacting by laying his other hand on the crook of your arm and saving you from stumbling straight into a storage crate.

Touch was still something rare coming from Hunter, as you had come to realize in your time with the Bad Batch. Even though the limits of the team’s mutations and abilities were often unknown to you, it felt good to know that Hunter had gotten used to your presence so much that he didn't get overwhelmed as easily anymore.

His oversensitivity had reacted a lot to you in the beginning, rooted in your often subconscious use of the force, but now - with you in a resting state, with no one else around - he was fine. And your exhausted body relished in the warmth of the clone in his blacks.

You barely noticed Crosshair walking past you, the force signature of the sniper faintly floating by in a moment's notice. You had successfully relied on Hunter to not make you run into walls, half asleep already. Your mind had retreated into itself. It was just you, the quiet, and Hunter's presence. Exactly how you liked it.

Your senses only re-activated as you took a less familiar path.

"Why are we going to your room?"

Hunter's room was at the end of the corridor, as far away from the electricity and signals in the cockpit and command center as possible. Your’s was down the hall to the right. As one of the last people to join the crew of the Havoc Marauder you shared the last room - which also happened to be the smallest - with Echo.

The first couple of weeks you'd slept on the floor, just waiting for his nightmares to end what little sleep you’d had. And then the Bad Batch had started accepting you more and one-day Tech got so tired of hearing your shoulder crack every morning that they installed a make-shift second cot.

It took you a second to realize.

"Wait- Is Echo okay?" The words were slurred by your drowsiness. Before you, the door to Hunter's room swished open and he nudged you to move in. But a sense of panic had already settled in your bones.

Echo had been your friend long before he supposedly died. Long before things spiraled out of control, before you’d left the order and your friends. Before you lost so many people it would take you a while to count.

"He had a bad night. Wrecker is keeping him company to get him back to sleep."

"I should-" But as you turned around you simply walked straight into Hunter's chest.

"Absolutely not. You need to rest. And Echo is just as worried about your friend as you are. The last thing that's going to help him right now is your presence.", he bluntly stated.

Yep, that was Hunter. A bit rough around the edges, but always the best interest of the team in mind.

"You can get together and talk once you're both in a better state." With that, he turned you around by your shoulders and guided you the rest of the way to his bed.

You'd never been in his room. Always just stood inside the doorway in case you needed something or one of the others asked for him. It felt weirdly intimate.

A common theme within the members of the Bad Batch. It’d always just been the four of them, so they had the luxury of having solitary rooms, no matter how small they were. They served their function as a time-out zone, a safe space for different reasons, that you had learned in your time with them.

Their rooms were tailored to their specific needs. In Tech’s case that meant he stored all of his devices there, safe from his brother’s who were absolutely not allowed to touch any of them.

For Wrecker, it was the size. With a special cot and the biggest room available, he could drop the caution that he might break something his brother’s treasured.

You’d yet to look at Crosshair’s room, that’s how secretive he was about it.

Hunter was a stark contrast to Tech in regards to his room. He’d downsized everything in there to things he really needed, nothing that served no purpose. Where Tech had a clutter of all kinds of things, Hunter kept his knives organized and he never brought things in there that could trigger his enhanced senses.

Bringing you in there seemed like a clear violation of that rule.

You were fascinated by their rooms because they were so personal.

In your time with the Jedi, you’d always been forbidden from even feeling attached to a specific room. And when you joined the 501st things had been vastly different as well.

Echo’s and your room was a stark contrast to the rest of the team members because of that specific reason. You were used to the loud barracks, not the isolation of the Havoc Marauder.

On good days your shared room felt like the old days in the 501st barracks on some risky mission to a weird place. Like you were taking a break from the business of war, filled with Fives’ jokes and Jesse’s laughter. Like home.

On the bad days, it felt like explosions at the Citadel. Or like the echo of blasters firing on Umbara. It felt like hopelessness and sadness caused by the loss of many friends. Like a deep abyss of loneliness that would drown anyone that dare enter in the waves of past trauma.

You barely registered hitting the mattress. You adjusted on autopilot, gravitating closer to the wall behind your back as your head found the pillow.

"You're spacing out on me again.", Hunter remarked.

"Bad habit."

He sat on the side of the bed, pulling the covers over you. Once you were warm and cozy, he turned to stand up but he hesitated. Hunter could feel your guilt. That was one of the feelings you carried around with you day to day, since the day he’d met you.

It ate away at you even when you were in a good mood, and that bothered him. Especially since that transmission came in and amplified your guilt thousandfold.

"You do know that it’s not your fault that your friend was taken, right?”

You pressed your lips together tightly, avoiding eye contact, instead choosing to focus your attention on your hand. He was wrong.

“I left them.” The words felt like lead on your tongue, hurting you as you tried to get them out.

“You didn’t.”, Hunter disagreed. “You left the Jedi, but not them. You wouldn’t have been there at the smallest sign that Echo was alive if you had.”

You looked up at the clone with mixed feelings. Maybe there was some truth to that. Even after you finally broke and left the order, you’d been there when Tup and Fives died. And you’d been there when Rex had the suspicion that Echo was still alive, dropping everything in a moments notice.

Hell, the only reason you’d had for going with the Bad Batch had been that Rex asked you to look out for Echo and help him adjust.

“Maybe you’re right.”, you shrugged numbly. “I guess I just… feel like I keep failing to keep the people I care about alive. I can't save Kix. And I couldn't save Fives nor could I help any of the others… but if I figure out what Kix was onto, I might be able to help Echo and Rex and Jesse and maybe even you."

To your surprise, Hunter grabbed your hand and squeezed it lightly.

"I know that you want to protect them. But you can't do it at the cost of working yourself to death. You're part of the Bad Batch now. You don't have to do this alone, alright?"

You nodded slowly.

“Good. Now get some rest.”

And with that, the handsome Sergeant stood up from his bed and left you to be consumed by your exhaustion, in a room that felt so distinctively like him that you finally managed to relax.

#star wars imagines #star wars reader #star wars the clone wars #the clone wars #clone wars #the bad batch #bad batch #clone wars imagines #clone wars x reader #sergeant hunter x reader #hunter x reader #louistrying

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lokiwritess · 4 years

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Frozen - Jesse

This is very heavy guys, please proceed with caution. Also I take no responsibility for typos because I WAS BAWLING while writing

Ever since the start of the war, if people asked you what you’d do if you lost the people closest to you, they would hear the answer: Hunt down whoever hurt them and bring them to justice.

You’d only been recently knighted then, put in charge for the very first time without your master hovering over your shoulder. And you’d always been fiercely protective of the ones you loved.

The start of the war seemed like an eternity ago.

Oh, how wrong you had been.

Because most of the people closest to you were, in fact, dead now. The person you loved reduced to a grave with his helmet on top of it. And you didn’t feel like you could hunt someone down if you tried.

No, your feet were frozen, stuck to the place where you stood. You couldn’t move. If you tried, you would shatter all over again.

The burning anger you’d imagined? It never came. The emotions you'd felt just hours before were gone. Everything was gone. You didn’t know who you were, what to do, or how to feel without breaking. The only thing you felt was breathtaking heartbreak.

You should’ve known that it would end that way. You should have protected yourself more.

No, you should have protected Jesse more.

Yeah, he did try to kill you, looking into your eyes as if he didn’t recognize you. But his death, that was on you as well. If you’d only looked out for him more. And you didn’t.

So now all that was left of him was a body, broken from the crash, in a grave on some moon you didn't know the name of. He deserved better than that. Better than you.

The pole with his helmet on that you had planted stood still. And so did you, as if you were made of stone, staring at the markings on the helmet.

Somewhere deep inside, you knew that there was nothing left for you. Your former master was dead, you’d felt that. Anakin was also dead, no matter how hard you tried to reach out for his presence in the force, you found nothing. The Jedi as a whole had ceased to exist in the short time of just a couple hours.

The dead were silent. You’d never hear their voices again, their laughter. You would never see Jesse smile again, a thought that ripped you apart. You felt like somewhere inside of you, something had been broken beyond repair, leaving pieces of yourself to bleed out quietly.

“Y/n?” Ahsoka’s voice was laced by her own sadness, barely loud enough for you to understand. But to your surprise, she wasn’t angry.

She should be. You’d been useless after your escape. You’d refused to listen to her, or Rex, just jumping headfirst into the hangar to find Jesse. You’d known the truth of his fate after the crash, but your composure as you recovered his body didn’t stay. Because once you had dug his grave, your feelings crashed down on you without mercy. You barely remembered running off, finding a spot somewhere else to scream and to cry and to throw up.

She was younger. You were supposed to be there for her, lead her. Yet you were no help. She’d be better off without you.

“I’m sorry, but we really can’t stay here any longer.”

“I can’t leave. I can’t. Just leave me here.”

Ahsoka carefully wrapped her arms around your middle. It was meant to be a comforting gesture but you barely felt the warmth of her skin. You were grateful though, grabbing onto her arm to return the try for comfort. For a while, she didn’t say anything. Maybe she was considering leaving you behind? She just stood there with you, her new cape shielding you from the nipping cold you hadn’t even noticed.

“I won’t leave you behind.”, she insisted, a sense of worry clear in her words.

“I can’t leave him Ahsoka.” You remained stubborn, voice cracking.

“I have no idea what you must feel like, but Jesse isn't here anymore. Standing here will change nothing. It's only going to get you killed as well. He wouldn’t want that.”

Hot tears dropped from your eyes, a harsh contrast to how cold your face felt. They mixed in with the tracks of old tears that you’d shed hours ago. Or was it days? Your throat closed uncomfortably as you tried to speak.

“I’m so sorry, Ahsoka. I should’ve done more- I should have-”

“This wasn’t your fault, Y/n. It was no-one's fault except for Darth Sidious. There was nothing any of us could have done.”

Ahsoka was right. Maybe, on a better day, you would know that to be the truth as well.

“We have to go.”

Every clone’s voice sounds the same, but not really. There’s something in the way they speak, the words they use, that makes it different. Rex meant well, you knew that. But you couldn’t help the shame you felt, because you hoped that it wasn’t him when you turned around. That it was Jesse. Rex was your friend, but you'd trade his life for Jesse's in a heartbeat. A fact which you hated yourself for even more.

Ahsoka gestured for Rex to wait at the ship. And then, she turned her eyes to the helmets once again, tightening her grip around you.

“He’s already gone, Y/n. You need to let him go.”

A sob freed itself from your lips, leaving you gasping for air. But you managed a weak nod. Without her, you wouldn’t have made it. Your eyes were trapped by the grave, trapped by the helmet. Ahsoka gently turned you around and sent you with Rex.

Every step hurt. Tore you apart further. Every muscle hurt.

As Ahsoka turned to go with you, the shimmer of something metal caught her eye. With a heavy heart, she noticed your lightsaber. Once shining a bright purple when ignited, the intricately assembled saber now rested on top of Jesse’s grave.

Ahsoka knew that you'd both have to leave your sabers behind, to make people believe you had truly died. But for you, she knew that it was more than that.

It was the truth. The person you were had died on that ship alongside Jesse. The Jedi you were, the person you were, was now forever in that grave with him.

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Late Night Visit - Fives

Honestly, we all know that I’m the one who needed that hug after the last episode

Surprise was the most prevalent emotion you felt when - just a few minutes after midnight - there was a knock on the door. Exhaustion was another one, even though you were unable to sleep properly anyway. No matter what you did, you couldn’t shut off your mind to sleep.

Even meditation couldn’t help you relax, so you were left to keep tossing and turning on the cot in your room.

Maybe that was a good thing. The nightmares that had plagued you since Umbara were terrible, and once you stayed awake long enough you would eventually crash into a dreamless sleep.

Unhealthy, but better than dealing with the darkness that overcame you, every time you thought about the dark planet. It took you a moment to untangle from your sheets and pad through the dark. Your bare feet made a pleasant sound on the cold ground, the cold offering a sense of relief. Your muscles were still sore from training. You’d pushed yourself too far too fast, just wanting to get the tension out of your system.

The night cycle lights of the Resolute contrasted sharply against the darkness of your room. They blinded you as you opened the door, causing you to squint in displeasure. It took you a moment to adjust, but when you did, confusion settled in your mind.

Before your door, in full armor, was Fives, bucket under his arm and looking rather uncomfortable. It alarmed you immediately. After a few days of rest, something had got to go wrong.

“Fives, is everything alright? Are we under attack?”

You were ready to grab your lightsaber and throw over some clothes immediately.

“What?”, he asked, surprised by your reaction. Then it clicked. “No, no it’s okay, nothing happened everyone’s okay.”, he assured.

You sighed in relief, the rush of adrenaline you’d felt disappearing as fast as it came, leaving you to your exhaustion.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” He sounded tired, and much more quiet than was usual for the trooper. But there was something else there, a feeling you couldn’t decipher. A look on his face you hadn’t seen before.

“No, I wasn’t asleep yet. What’s bringing you here?”

“I- uhm…” He fell silent, hand coming up to run through his facial hair.

“Why don’t you come in?”

He nodded eagerly, stepping past you as you closed the door. With the brush of a hand, you turned on the dimmed lights inside of your small quarters, leading the way inside.

Fives stood a little unsure, scanning your room. It wasn’t much - which was to be expected on a warship. In the far corner was your bed, with a little table next to it that was currently occupied by your familiar lightsaber. Fives spotted one of those meditation cushions against the far wall, but other than that, you had a door to a small refresher and two chairs in front of a kitchen unit. Not much - but a luxury reserved for the Jedi Generals and Commanders. A couple of levels above barracks that the clones shared.

“Honestly, I expected the Jedi's rooms to be a little more luxurious.”, he joked absent-mindedly.

“Ah yes, totally. Because Jedi are known for their fine taste in furniture.”, you chuckled, moving to one of the seats.

Fives dropped his bucket on top of the kitchen unit and turned around, leaning against the cool durasteel instead of taking the other chair. He didn’t seem any less… overwhelmed. And it confused you. Because normally, Fives was one of the more relaxed people you knew. Less on edge like the shinies usually were.

“I’m really sorry for showing up so late.”

“It’s okay, really. I was awake anyway.”

“How come? Weren’t you training with the General all day long?”

“I just don’t sleep well at the moment… for a while actually. Since Umbara.”, you muttered, absently playing with your fingers.

At the mention of the planet shrouded in darkness, his head lifted to look at you. Maybe that’s why he was there? Did he want to talk about the mission? After coming back, you hadn’t really heard anyone talk about it. Most just… ignored it in the hopes that they’d forget. An impossible endeavor. You pressed your lips together, trying to push the darkness away.

“Well, my sleep problems aside, what brings you here? What can I help you with?” You tried to sound assuring, trying to smile but it came out half-heartedly.

The ghost of a chuckle escaped from the ARC. “My sleep problems?”, he quipped.

It made you smile, even if just for a moment. And it made Fives relax, just a little bit.

“And how can I help with that?”, you questioned, genuinely interested in helping.

“I…”, he trailed off, seemingly ashamed. But then, he mustered up the courage and walked away from the counter, sitting down in the other seat.

“I’ve been having these dreams since Umbara. I don’t know if you remember- Kix said you had trouble piecing together everything that happened after you woke up - but I was right there when you got injured. Me n’ Rex. We just tried not to die an’ then I turned to you. You were fighting but then your back was hit an’… you screamed.”

He seemed upset by what he was telling you, a jumble of emotions radiating off of him.

“I do remember. It’s rushed in my head and some things are blurry, but… I got my back slashed by that weapon and then I was face-down in the dirt. I tried to remember what was going on around me but the only thing that came back was that you were there.”, you nodded.

Your back was healed now, leaving only the scar going down the middle of your back almost straight. But if it hadn’t been for Kix… You tried not to think about it, but it was a fact. If the medic hadn’t been right there, you wouldn’t have made it off of that damned planet alive.

“In those dreams… you always die. Right there, in the mud. And I always sit there, some time’s I’m alone, some time’s Rex is there but… you always die no matter what I try. Right in my arms.”

And that’s when you realized how terrified he was. The fear that you could now read so clearly in the force around him made your eyes sting with tears. He was one of your closest friends. Since you’d met you’d gradually grown closer, bonded by good things and terrible things as well.

You had some trouble adjusting to how different the clones were, but over time that difference had disappeared more and more. And the closest moment you ever shared was after the Citadel. When Fives had collapsed from exhaustion and grief - over Echo - in the hangar bay and you couldn’t think of another possible reaction other than hugging him. It’d been the first hug you’d shared and other than one - when you finally woke up on Umbara - also the last.

“Oh Fives.”, you sighed, reaching over to put our hand on his gloved one. He seemed unprepared for the contact but took a hold of your hand in his larger ones anyway.

“Umbara was a whole different level of terrible. It’s normal for that to take a while to process. But the important thing is that we’re not there anymore. We made it out.”

Not everyone made it. But that was a fact you couldn’t acknowledge in the moment. It would just make everything worse.

“I know. But… I just somehow can’t get over it. So many terrible things happened and yet that’s the one thing that keeps coming back almost every night.” You nodded, deep in thought, wondering what he was trying to express.

Fives refused to meet your eyes, his eyes fixed on your hand instead when he finally continued to speak.

“I don’t mean to cross a line or somethin’, this idea was dumb, but, I remembered that when I felt like this after the Citadel… you made it better. Which is a weird thing to ask but-” It took you a moment, brows pulled together, head tilted slightly before you understood.

You finally understood what he tried to express.

“Fives, did you come here to ask for a hug?” He grimaced, pulling his hand back from yours.

“I told you it was stupid.” He was ready to stand up and leave. But you huffed in protest.

“Fives, asking for a hug isn’t dumb. Why didn’t you just ask?”

He didn’t answer. But the skeptical, confused look that showed in his eyes was hint enough.

“Wait… it’s not exactly a thing to ask for among your brothers, is it?”

“No, not really. I mean all relationships to non-clones are strictly regulated. We’re soldiers. I guess we’re not supposed to… need stuff like this.”

You sighed again, hand brushing across your face.

“It’s a bit complicated with the Jedi as well but… it should be a normal thing. Just… don’t ever feel like you can’t ask okay?”

He nodded, a bit embarrassed still. A feeling that fleeted and turned into sheer panic when you suddenly stood up and walked up to him, holding out your hand again. Heat crept into Fives’ cheeks, glad you probably didn’t see that as he took your hand and helped him up.

And then, finally, you moved onto your tiptoes and wrapped your arms tightly around his neck. Almost instinctively, the clone wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you closer into him.

You smiled a little, feeling him exhale and bury his head in the crook of your neck, beard scratching slightly across your collarbone.

You rested your head against his shoulder, just standing there together for a few minutes, bodies curved into one another. And to your relief, you could feel the rigidness of the ARC-Trooper fade at the touch of your body, letting him lean on you and relax. “You know what, remind me to make you take off your armor next time you need a hug. This Plastoid is kriffing cold.”

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Distraction - Commander Wolffe

I love this man so I have no apologies for how long this is

He could hear your laughter, echoing through the hallways of the ship. Joyful, happy. It was quiet in his spot near the entrance to the bridge, but Commander Wolffe could clearly make out that it originated from you.

No matter how much he scrambled to keep his focus on the General, he couldn’t stop hearing the sound.

And it irked him. Not many things could affect the Commander of the 104th in any way. He wasn’t known to be emotional or distracted, he was known to be a good Commander. And a good Commander would be attentive and focused on the task ahead. But he wasn’t, he couldn’t be, because his mind was drawn to the beautiful sound of your laugh without choice.

It made him angry. Furious, really - a burning feeling inside of his chest.

You shouldn’t have this kind of effect on him. You barely even knew him. You’d only boarded the ship mere weeks ago, after successfully facing your trials and being knighted by the Jedi order. And since then… you irritated him. The proud Commander of the Wolfpack, reduced to a bundle of irritation and confusion.

Because he did his best to not just be civil towards you but to be nice. He’d tried his best to make you feel welcome among the pack of brothers. And you’d made it very clear that you disliked him. The one time he tried to befriend someone and it backfired, tremendously.

Of course, you were too polite to outright say that you disliked him. Instead, in a weird Jedi way, you just avoided him as much as you could. To a point, where Wolffe considered it ridiculous.

As soon as no one else was around? It’s like you didn’t know how to speak. For a while, he could've barely even told anyone who asked what color your eyes were because it felt like you never directly looked at him. All he could think about was the fact that you irritated him. And it took him a lot of self-control not to huff, right there, when he realized that he was still supposed to be paying attention to Plo.

The general looked at him expectantly, and all Wolffe could do was silently curse your existence. He really shouldn’t be that bad at making friends. You’d accepted Sinker and Comet on your first day!

“Commander?”, Plo Koon mused, hands folded before him.

Heat crept into Wolffe’s cheeks. Thank the maker for his bucket.

"You should go and get some rest.", your former Master declared calmly.

“Of course, as you say, Sir.”

He couldn’t have been more thankful to be relieved of his duty. One short nod goodbye later, he was free to rest. His mind was practically screaming at him not to but Wolffe didn't hesitate to follow the echo of your voice. It was on the way to the 'racks anyway, he convinced himself lamely. But to be completely honest he would have gone there anyway.

His curiosity betrayed him. He needed to know who made you laugh like that and figure out what he did wrong.

The moment he spotted your face, his stomach flipped. There you were, standing in the corridor with your lightsaber clipped to your belt, beaming. And you were so beautiful, all of his anger vanished into thin air, making him freeze in his place. Your eyes sparkled as you said something he couldn’t make out, using your hands to bring your point across.

He wanted nothing more than for you to accept him and talk to him that way. The other voice in his head, one shaped by battle and conditioning, always piped up in moments like those. It reminded him of the harsh reality.

You were not talking to him and you would probably never even think of him as a friend. Just a Commander. And even in the case that you did any of that… a good Commander would never let it get that far. The rules were specific when it came to Jedi/Clone friendships… and relationships.

Comet and Sinker were with you. Not surprising in any way. You liked them, a thought that almost involuntarily made him want to snarl. They were supposed to be on patrol, and you were supposed to go meet with Master Plo.

But you were often found forgetting your duties for a few minutes, chatting about, or messing around in the mess hall. Comet seemed especially interested in your home planet and the way you were raised by the Jedi, and Sinker loved to tell you stories about adventures they’d had before you joined them.

And you were just as eager to listen as you were to tell your own stories. That was exactly what drew the soldiers to you. Never in your time in the war did you make a clone feel expendable. Ever. There was something about your kindness and genuine interest that melted away the hard shells of battle-hardened men. Maybe even those of the Commander, just a little bit.

You liked them as people. Well, most of them. Not Wolffe, that he was sure about.

Comet spotted the Commander first. But instead of standing at attention right away, he turned to you and muttered something too quiet for Wolffe to hear. It got a reaction out of you. Your mouth fell open in surprise, gaping at the Clone in front of you. You hadn't seen Wolffe yet.

Your eyes went wide, your body tensing as you playfully swatted at Comet’s arm. It made the burning in his chest worse, so Wolffe had no choice but to intervene.

"Sinker, Comet. Aren't you supposed to be on patrol?", He asked, a little more sharply than intended.

Both Clones immediately stood at attention, greeting their Commander as he stepped closer. You hadn't recovered from your shock yet, as Comet and Sinker both snickered at you, Sinker bumping his elbow against your arm with a chuckle. You were absolutely speechless.

“Of course, Commander. On our way.”

You closed your mouth as you watched them leave, but the feeling of shock was replaced with something worse. Far worse. You could feel your cheeks burning. And it was spreading all the way to your ears. You only realized Comet's trap when it was too late and the Commander was already standing way too close for you to think straight.

"I know you mean well but my men really should take their patrols more seriously."

You nodded quickly, but you couldn't bring yourself to look up at him.

“Uh… of course. I shouldn’t have-”, you stammered, nervously.

Wolffe noticed the way you intently stared at your feet, hands fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. You refused to look at him, inching away from him just slightly, otherwise completely silent. Every single time he tried to talk to you this happened. But he couldn't help but wonder if he'd been too harsh. Maybe you were scared of him?

"Y/n? Is everything alright?"

No eye contact.

"Did I say something wrong?"

At that, you just had to correct him. It was out of an instinct really that your head snapped up.

"No, of course not. It's- Nothing really. Just Comet messing around. It's nothing you did-", you managed to stutter out.

Then you realized that you'd revealed your face, cursing yourself silently and lowering your eyes to a piece of armor on the Commander's shoulder. You just couldn’t let the Commander think that he’d done something wrong.

Wolffe was... confused, at first. The nervous trembling of your voice, the fidgeting. At first, he thought he intimidated you, but then he spotted the pink tint of your skin, rosier than usual, almost red in places. It reached from your beautiful eyes down to the point where your jaw connected to your neck and spread downward.

For a second he needed to compose himself, to keep his hand from wanting to trail across the sensitive skin of your neck. You were... blushing. Right in front of him. You couldn't even look him in the eye. And before he could put two and two together, you hurriedly clasped your hands together behind your back.

"Uh- I should hurry to speak to Plo. It's probably important- uh very... goodbye." And then he watched you move quickly, steps taking you out of his view. What the kriffing hell had Comet said to you?

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Comet turned from his place in the mess and stood up to leave when he found the Commander behind him with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

It irked him. He couldn't tell why you had reacted that way because he didn't know what Comet had said. Had he been inappropriate towards you? There you went again, irritating the Commander to a point where he confronted his brother after dinner.

"Commander.", he greeted with a sly grin and a facade of seriousness.

"What did you say to Y/N?"

"I have no idea what you mean."

Wolffe knew his men better than to take Comet’s usual sarcasm seriously.

"You do not want to test me, I assure you, soldier."

Sinker looked between the two of them nervously. When Wolffe pulled out the “soldier” card, he was usually not in a mood to be joked with. A lesson tested and learned by Boost, many times.

Comet grinned. "Oh, it's nothin’, Commander. I just told our lovely Jedi how entertainin’ it is for the pack to watch your interactions with her.”

Boost snickered quietly, everyone’s eyes now drawn to the face of their Commander. It hadn’t registered yet.

“And why’s that?”, he inquired, jaw set tightly.

Wolffe thought for sure that his brothers had taken to mocking him because you liked all of them but not him. But somehow, that theory didn’t seem to make much sense. Not with the way you had acted beforehand. He was not prepared for the truth.

“I mean- hell, I’ve never seen a woman blush like that just ‘cause you’re talkin’ to her.”

“Yeah, her shoes must be real interesting with the way she just seems to inspect them very closely every time you try to address her.”, Wildfire added, grinning.

They all watched him closely, wondering. How much more would it take? But he hadn’t fully grasped it yet. Should they put him out of his misery?

“Don’t let me get started on when you first took off your bucket with her in the room. The climate on the ship must be really bothering her with the way she lost her voice like that.”, Comet snickered, winking at Wildfire.

Wolffe thought back to the same moment, seeing you freeze and afterward excuse yourself from the room. He’d thought that his eye had scared you.

“Yeah, right? Couldn’t possibly be somethin’ else, right Commander? Our lovely Jedi couldn’t be… embarrassed, right?”

Afterward, Wolffe was a bit mad at himself that it took Boost’s final comment for the realization to hit. But at that moment? He was shocked. And it made his men whoop and holler. You liked him. You were nervous around him. How did he not see that? He’d been so preoccupied thinking about you that he missed the obvious signs.

You. The kindest person he’d ever met, liked him? It felt undeserved, but it made the Commander happy anyway. Because he was one in a couple million. Slightly defective, even, with only one eye. And he sure wasn’t the one with the most charm or whatever. But you liked him. Out of all of his brothers. Him. Only him.

“Hey, so I was thinking we should hold the wedding in Mando’a. Traditional, you get me?”, Comet grinned.

It drew a sigh from Wolffe’s lips. Maybe he should confront you about it, but before that, he definitely had to deal with his pack.

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lokiwritess · 4 years

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Masterlist

(Updated: 9/5/20)

My Masterlist! So all my work can be found together somewhere. I'll keep updating this as I go and add characters as well! - Lou

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Random #1 (x)

Gone (x)

Commander Wolffe

79's (x)

Distraction (x)

Now or Never (x)

Arc-Trooper Jesse

Frozen (x)

Captain Rex

Blurb #1 (x)

Commander Colt

Colors (x)

Arc-Trooper Fives

Mistakes were made (x)

Late Night Visit (x)

Sergeant Hunter

Restless (x)

A Day Off (with Idiots) (x)

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Mistakes were made - Fives

Are you getting tired of the 501st being featured in most of my stories yet? I don’t care I love them. I love Jesse and Hunter so much but Fives was my first face-tattoo crush - so here ya go :)

"I should get some sleep before my next shift.", you muttered awkwardly, turning around and moving into your designated room on the Resolute.

Ever since the night before, when Fives had shown up drunk at your door, things were kind of awkward between you. Not that he did anything: Fives would never. But both of you had gladly avoided each other after the trooper had slurred some incomprehensible words in your arms and then proceeded to throw up in your trash-unit.

Fives couldn't bear not clearing up the situation any longer. He just had to make things right. So he followed you in, the door hissing shut behind him.

Disbelief still haunted him. How could he have messed up his original intent so badly? He was usually smooth! He was a kriffing ARC-Trooper, an elite Warrior.

Part of him blamed his brothers, especially Jesse and Echo, for making him so nervous, but he acknowledged that most of the blame was in fact on him.

"I really want to apologize. What I did last night was stupid. I’m so sorry for showing up to your place like that."

He sounded so genuine, that you let a little bit of your stubborn attitude crumble and turned around to scan him. Apparently, his brothers had managed to control his hangover. He looked fine, just embarrassed. And the way he looked at you, allowed you to relax and think back to your talk with Kix the night before.

When you’d all but fled to the medbay after having to escort Fives back to the barracks.

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“He hurled into your trash?”, Kix asked in complete shock. All you managed to do was nod, prompting your fellow medic to burst out into laughter.

You had to give credit to Kix for being a good friend. As soon as he saw the way your face fell, he quickly composed himself. Clearing his throat, he sat up straighter in his chair.

“Oh come on, Y/n. You like him, that’s not a secret.”

You sighed as you plopped into the chair next to his. It was definitely not a secret any longer. Not since Kix told Jesse all of it. And since Jesse managed to tell most of his brothers, including a previously oblivious Fives.

“I regret I told you that, but continue.”

“I know that you’re probably disappointed. Because you expected him to tell you how he feels now that Jesse told him but... he’s a good guy. He’ll do it right next time, trust me. He was probably just afraid you’d reject him or something. Just give him another shot.”

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"What were you even here for in the first place?", you silently questioned, uncrossing your arms.

For a moment, he looked even more embarrassed. But what you didn't know was that he also thought back to a talk he'd had with Kix in the morning.

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“Please tell me you’re not here to get your hangover treated.”, Kix quipped with a smug look on his face.

Fives froze. But the headache he felt, unfortunately, couldn’t cover the feeling of shame that had built up in the pit of his stomach.

“You know about that?”, he muttered, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“That you hurled into her trash-can?” The raised brow of his vod only amplified Fives feelings of shame.

“I got nervous and Hardcase insisted that liquid courage would help and-”

“You had the chance to tell her and you chose to listen to advice from Hardcase?” Kix could only shake his head with a snort.

“Can we please never talk about it again?”, Fives sighed in defeat.

“Can’t do that. I put in a good word for you, and considering I already messed up when I told Jesse she liked you, I gotta make sure you don’t ruin it again.”

Fives instincts kicked in when the medic threw a little plastoid package at him, catching it in his hand.

“Stims. They’ll stop the hangover. And then you kriffing go find her. Just tell her exactly how you feel, no bullshit, and absolutely no liquor.”

Fives couldn’t help but smile. It felt good to know he at least had the support of his brother.

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Unbeknownst to the two of you, Kix had long known everything going on between the two of you. Unspoken things, that none of you managed to bring up.

The medic at some point simply decided to make you both come to your senses because he couldn't stand the tension any longer. That’s the reason he told Jesse in the first place because Jesse thrived in pushing Fives just enough to do something risky.

You were startled, as Fives crossed the distance between you two until he was standing so close to you that you could basically feel his body. If you'd tried to reach out slightly with your hand, he'd be right there.

He was stone-cold sober now, standing straight and looking at you like things had never been more clear, a stark difference to the night before.

"I came here to talk to you. To tell you something. Because I love you, and you're the greatest woman I've ever met, and there are all these rules saying that this can't ever happen but... I want you. So much that if there's even a slight chance you feel the same I would love to be with you."

Your knees went weak at his words. For a moment you feared you'd collapse. His voice didn't waiver once, eyes looking straight into yours.

This. This is what you’d hoped for the previous night, not the drunken mess you’d opened the door to. This Fives didn’t just say things because he was drunk, he said them fully aware of the risks and the possible consequences. Something that made you feel truly wanted. Like he truly meant it.

"I love you too, Fives. And I would very much like to be with you.", you smiled, the stubborn front you'd put up melting away completely, right in front of him.

At the smile that spread on the ARC-Troopers face, your heart sped up its pace.

Fives felt like the luckiest man in the galaxy. How could someone like you, love him? Out of all of his millions of brothers, somehow he was the one lucky enough to be with you? It felt like a dream he’d have to wake up from way too soon. But it wasn’t. You were real. And you wanted him too.

Without thinking anymore, he grabbed your hips and put his lips onto yours, pulling you securely into his body.

#star wars imagines #star wars x reader #the clone wars #clone wars x reader #clone wars imagines #arc trooper fives x reader #fives x reader #ct-5555 #louistrying

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Random #1 - Obi-Wan Kenobi

Hi, I want Obi-Wan Kenobi to hold me in his arms forever pls :) Also here goes dramatic again

From one moment to the next the floor was pulled from your feet. Tears of terror brimmed your eyes, as your bottom lip trembled uncontrollably.

Your hand - once raised to greet your friends - lowered, shaking quietly.

The only sound falling from your lips was a faint whimper, so faint that no one would have heard if their attention hadn’t already been focused on you.

No one said a word, yet the silence around you couldn't have possibly been louder.

Civilians. Dead Civilians. All your fault.

A simple deadly mistake. A chance event.

Out of all the people around you, no one dared to move. No one but him. Obi-Wan.

You knew that Obi-Wan Kenobi would never dare hurt you, but his gentle movement caught you off guard and startled you enough to flinch, hands coming up over your mouth.

You stayed still, feeling as if lead had infiltrated your bloodstream, weighing you down and trapping you in place. All you could do was stand there, frozen, as Obi-Wan carefully approached you and gently, hesitantly even, laid his hands on your arms.

He guided you into his body, chests pressed together, resting your head in the crook of his neck. His arms wound themselves around you, bringing you into him and his calming presence.

If it weren't for his embrace holding you together, you would have fallen apart right there.

"It was not your fault."

The warmth of his breath ghosted across your skin. Soft, like wearing new robes for the first time, or sleeping in freshly washed bedding. Warm. Safe.

You shattered but he held you, so tight that he seemed to be the only person in the room. The only person in the entire galaxy. So as your silence turned into sobs, shaking your body you saw nobody else. Nobody that judged you, nobody that was horrified. Nobody that hated you for doing what you thought to be the only possible way to save your troops.

“You’ll be okay.”

No one else existed. Just you and him as his robes muffled your sobs.

#do i hate this? maybe #star wars imagines #star wars x reader #clone wars imagines #clone wars x reader #obi-wan kenobi imagine #obi-wan kenobi x reader #louistrying

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Colors - Commander Colt

So... I fell in love with another clone today and it’s all @cxptain-rex fault. Anyway Colt is alive and well, haven’t you heard? I’m not sure I got his character right? Let me know what you think xx

"Commander, we need to relocate you to a different station."

The curtain before his bed was hurriedly pushed away by one of the human nurses, that the Kaminoans had imported directly from Coruscant. He wondered what was going on outside.

How long had he spent, staring at nothing, just pressing down on his makeshift bandage, and listening to more wounded people being brought in? Was the battle finally over?

"Why? What's happenin' out there?", Commander Colt slurred, numb.

Maybe now someone would answer his questions, or treat him or do anything but let him wait in silence, alone with his own thoughts.

He didn’t understand how he even made it into that bed in the first place.

He'd come face to face with that Assasin, but somehow he'd made it back to the medbay only half-dead, left to contemplate how he was even alive.

Was that a blessing or a curse?

Images kept flashing in his head. His dead brother's, his men, the walls glowing the color of freshly spilled blood in the light of two sabers.

Maybe dying at their side would have been better than what awaited him. Or maybe that was just the blood loss talking.

"Don't worry, Commander, the battle is over. We simply have too many injured patients. We're receiving help from other healers, so we're going to relocate you to one of them to get you the help you need immediately."

Colt managed a slight nod, watching through hazy eyes as the nurse made the preparations to move him and left him in the care of a medical droid.

For a fraction of a moment, the ARC-Trooper felt fine, peaceful even, like he could just fall into a dreamless sleep and wake up completely healed. He watched tiny droplets of his blood, cascading down his fingers onto the almost too white sheets that he'd hurriedly been covered with.

Somehow, he found it extremely amusing to see the sheets of white being tainted by his blood. If the Kaminoans could see this, they would surely faint at the sight, after all, he was destroying their perfectly sterile environment.

Everything on Kamino was either too white or grey.

"Commander? Commander Colt? Can you hear me?"

The voice that called out to him was new. He realized that immediately because it sounded sweet and lively. Foreign in a place like Kamino. Out of place.

Lively. Nothing about Kamino could be considered lively.

"Blood pressure is dropping. Get him into that OR now!"

The words that the new voice used didn't sink in properly. Was he dying?

Was that against the rules of the GAR? Could he be demoted for that?

Colt didn't really care, not at that moment, feeling so warm and tucked away safely in his own head. Like a big, comfortable blanket had been wrapped securely around him.

That feeling was foreign to him as well. A strange sensation he wasn’t used to but enjoyed nonetheless. So he decided that just for a second he was safe enough to allow his brain to wander freely.

Somehow he came to think of colors again.

Maybe dying meant he would see something other than grey and white again.

What an exciting thought, that for a second, seemed like a reason worth dying for.

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Nothing could have prepared him for the way he felt when he woke up. Everything was too much. Too many people, too much movement, so many signals from the world around him.

The safety and warmth he'd felt had been ripped away. Reality took over where fantasy was too tired to work.

And everything hurt.

"Commander Colt? Can you hear me?"

Colt faintly recognized the voice he heard, calling out to him. It'd been the last voice he'd heard before his brain took over, yet now it sounded less like he was stuck in a dream. It sounded real, so real that he realized it was coming from right beside him.

Just turning his head seemed like almost an impossible task to the usually strong Commander, but tired curiosity got the best of him. Every muscle in his body felt unforgiving and unmoving, as heavy as the durasteel that the LAAT Transports were made of.

Yet when he finally laid his eyes on you, he felt some of the weight drop, pain replaced by (only partly stim-induced) wonder.

You were definitely foreign to Kamino and he definitely hadn't ever met you before. He would have remembered your face, no matter what. Even just the first impression you made on the trooper screamed that you were… different, standing out against your sterile white surroundings.

The fogginess of his brain made it hard to keep his eyes focused, but he wanted nothing more than to keep looking at you. After so much time with the Kaminoans, and their boring white and grey world, you were like a breath of fresh air in the Commander's lungs.

You were color, he decided, because of the way your stunning *eye-color* eyes glowed as you looked at him. And you were Warmth. He couldn’t explain why, but the temperature around you must surely be the exact opposite of the rainy and harsh planet as well. He could just feel it.

Maybe he died after all?

"Welcome back to the world of the living, Commander Colt. You sure made it hard for me to keep you here."

He was entranced, watching as the corners of your mouth pulled upwards into a smile that could only be described as magical.

The inside of his chest burned, flaring up with the overwhelming desire to talk to you, but unfortunately for the trooper, his brain and mouth were not on the same page just yet, leaving him to stare in silence.

"I see you're still enjoying the effects of the anesthetic, Commander. Don't worry, when they wear off there's more where those came from.", you joked, glancing at the charts in your hands again.

When you let your gaze connect with that of the drugged-up Commander again, he looked back at you in awe, clearly still struggling to process things.

"Well, the good news is, surgery was a success. All internal damage was successfully repaired. The bad news is, you're going to need some time to completely heal from a wound like this. So you'll be staying here for a while.”, you explained, slowly sounding out the words in the hope that the trooper would be able to follow them more easily.

Colt needed a second, but then he nodded. Because he did feel tired enough to sleep for at least three rotations. Yet there was a small selfish part of his brain that just wanted to continue listening to your voice.

"Wh- Who are… you?", he managed to press out, realizing just how exhausted he really was.

"My name is Y/n, and it looks like I'll be your healer until you're back up on your feet."

" 's... pretty.", he slurred.

Embarrassment seeped into the mind of the Commander, even through the fog of medication. He most definitely had wanted to say anything but that, but the words had slipped from his mouth before his brain could catch up.

It was worth it, if only for the sparkle of surprise in your eyes and the small laugh that escaped your beautiful lips. Oh, what a heavenly sound.

“Alright Commander, get as much rest as possible. I’ll be back in a couple of hours to check on you again. And remember, if your medication wears off, there’s more where that came from. Just contact a nurse.”, you mused, turning away with a smile that immediately etched itself into Colt’s mind.

#star wars imagines #star wars x reader #commander colt imagine #commander colt x reader #commander colt #clone troopers #arc trooper colt #arc commander colt #clone wars imagine #clone wars x reader #louistrying

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Gone - Obi-Wan Kenobi

Sooo... this is dramatic (except the end?) Lemme know what you think? It’s def not my fav thing

"...Survived, he has not." Yodas last words knocked the wind out of your lungs. Obi-Wan Kenobi, General and Jedi Master had not survived his injuries. He was gone. You would never see his face again, nor would you ever hear his voice or feel his presence near you in the force.

The force, which buzzed with negative emotions from the people around the room. They rushed into your mind like waves, making it harder to breathe than it already was. Panic spread in your body, making you think you would suffocate on these emotions.

It became all you could focus on, with Yoda's words echoing around in your head. The room, the people around you - it all seemed to slip away until it was nothing but a muffled noise somewhere else.

"Y/n?" Ahsoka's gentle voice startled you. It forced you out of your trance, back into reality. She watched as you turned your head to her, eyes empty, void of all emotion other than shock.

It should have been you. It should have been you that died. He was a general, a master. You were only another Jedi Knight, assigned to help him out. Now, who would be the one to lead the 212th? Who was going to tell them - tell Commander Cody - that their leader was gone? Or did they already know?

Ahsoka flinched slightly at the emotions radiating from you. She was determined to help, to do something. She couldn't help her own master - force, Anakin didn't talk to anyone and barely looked at her - so she at least wanted to try with you. But somehow she knew that her words would make no difference. They wouldn't ease your pain and they wouldn't bring Obi-Wan back home. Yet words were all she had to offer at the moment.

"I'm so sorry." Thankfully, your half shut-down mind reacted for you, before you even grasped the words that had come out of the Togrutan's mouth. As the wall of numbness that you had built around you crumbled, your feet instinctively whirled you around and moved you out of the room. That way at least, no one saw the way your heart broke. No one saw the pain in your eyes.

Nothing seemed to matter anymore. The Jedi Code called upon Jedi to accept death as inevitable, a normal part of life. But how could you ever accept that Obi-Wan was gone?

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The Commander of the 212th had tried his best to reach you, somehow. But how do you help someone that doesn't want to be helped? Suddenly, you were in charge of the 212th, thrust into a new situation when you could barely stand to be around people. Suddenly you were expected to keep fighting in the war when your biggest fight yet was to get out of bed in the mornings. Even Cody - bred on Kamino to value duty and rules above anything else - always knew the way that you and Obi-Wan looked at each other was special. He knew the way you felt about each other, even if no one mentioned it.

You adhered to the rules; But the looks exchanged between you and the small gestures of love you'd shared, like brief brushes of your hands in passing or checking on each other after complicated missions: they spoke of mutual affection.

"I don't know what else we can do.", Ahsoka admitted quietly.

You could feel their eyes on you as you sat in the empty corridor. You had your arms wrapped around your knees, trying to shut out the feeling of worry each of them held. Cody looked at Anakin, trying to look for guidance where there was only a mask, hiding the Jedi's true feelings.

"This behavior is extremely dangerous, Sir."

"I'll take care of it.", Anakin spoke up.

He didn't say anything else, but at least he spoke at all, Ahsoka noted. Anakin had been dealing with his grief over his former Master in a similar way than you had - which was not at all and preferably alone. To an extent, hearing his voice was almost a shock, especially to hear it laced with such worry and an underlying softness.

Anakin didn't care if the other two were watching. He sat down against the wall, right next to you, taking your focus off of Ahsoka and Cody. Instead, your focus was drawn to his presence. You were almost taken aback when you felt how exhausted he really was. But the utter loneliness he felt resonated with your deepest and darkest feelings, making you sigh involuntarily.

Quiet ruled the space between you for a moment, as Anakin struggled with the right words to use. But he knew the truth. "I know that no matter what I'm going to say, it won't make it okay.", he started carefully, one hand coming up to rest on the side of your arm. "But you're not alone. I'm right here. That's all that matters right now."

Anakin had always been your friend since you met him when he was a little boy. He was like family to you. But more important than anything else: He was the only one in a position to truly understand your feelings. He was after all Obi-Wan's former padawan. Ahsoka and Cody could only watch as you broke into tears, finally crumbling, finally letting yourself feel again. Sobs racked through your body, as Anakin pulled you against his chest and firmly wrapped his arms around you. He put his chin on the top of your head with a sigh.

"I understand. I miss him too."

At Anakin's words, your sobs grew harder, and he reacted by pulling you even closer and saying nothing more. It would take time for you both to heal from losing someone so close to you. And even though you both instinctively shut down and shut everyone else out, you somehow knew deep down that Obi-Wan would want neither of you to go through this alone.

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Too much was happening around you and in your head all at once. Too many emotions and thoughts pressed on your mind. There, right in front of you, stood the man you loved. Very much alive, healthy even. And the look in his eyes was one of utter relief. He looked so relieved and happy, to see you and to be there with you. A stark contrast to the dark and shocked look that you could see on Anakin's face.

A lie. A secret mission. A manipulation.

A smile adorned Obi-Wan's face, one that under normal circumstances would have made your knees weak and sped up your heartbeat. You weren't functioning. Cody's questions had faded out and everyone, even Anakin's angry eyes were focused on you, to see how you would react.

In hindsight, you felt a little bad. But at that moment, the utter betrayal you felt and the confusion... they made your adrenaline spike. The loud sound that your flat hand made when it connected to Obi-Wans Cheek echoed in the room. His head turned by the force of your slap, and as your hand fell, his own came up to rub his hurting cheek. Tears stung in your eyes as you let out a frustrated and angry scoff.

Without knowing what to do, in complete adrenaline-mode, you turned around and took angry and fast strides out of the room.

"I suppose I deserved that.", Obi-Wan pressed out through the stinging pain. But no one laughed. He had a lot to fix.

#clone wars imagine #star wars imagine #star wars x reader #clone wars x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi-wan kenobi imagine #louistrying #obi-wan kenobi

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79′s - Commander Wolffe

I suck at writing Make-outs, apparently. Let me know what you think? :)

The 501st knows that you don’t go to 79’s.

You’re a medic, your days are long enough and almost exclusively filled with patching up one person or the other. The time you have off - which isn't much - is usually spent catching up on sleep or just relaxing in your assigned room.

It does not stop them from trying.

So you shouldn’t have been surprised when Jesse won a bet between the two of you and promptly claimed a night at 79’s as his price.

You’re well known - even liked - amongst the clones, but mostly among the 501st. After being recruited from a major med station on Coruscant, you’d been spending your time checking on a lot of them alongside some of their own medics like Kix. A familiar face - “and a pretty one too” according to one of Hardcase’s blunt flirting attempts - is nice for them to see among the sea of medics, nurses and other people in the medbay. You’ve always shown each and every last of them respect and you ended up spending enough time around them to consider some of them friends.

So you agree, on one hand because you are not a sore loser, and on the other because you had not been away from the base in a while.

You know what to expect from the group (Tup, Fives, Kix, Echo, Hardcase and Jesse) so you know what your night is probably going to look like. You expect all of it, the drinks, the jokes, hell even some of the flirtations going on around you. Only thing is, you really did not see the major plot twist of the evening coming.

It started with your gaze connecting to that of a familiar clone commander across the bar, starting a little nervous flutter in your stomach. You definitely had noticed him before, but always in more formal settings like the medbay.

The situation progressed when a soldier from the 104th approached you at the bar. He slurred while he tried to make you a compliment, and he seemed just short of passing out right in front of you or being admitted to the medbay for alcohol poisoning. That’s when the mysterious set of eyes (or well… eye) appeared again.

“Back off, Sinker. You’re shitfaced.”

It sounded more like an order than advice. The low tone of his voice managed to grab your attention, eyes switching over to his for a moment. The clone in front of you only looked at his commander before turning back to you with a smile. “He’s not wrong.”, he shrugged, then proceeded to grab your still almost full drink from the bar, stumbling away with it.

Commander Wolffe - leader of the Wolfpack & the 104th legion - rolled his eyes at the actions of his trooper and proceeded to simply buy you another drink, claiming the vacant spot right next to you. You’d stitched him up during previous encounters, recalling his rather quiet yet perceiving nature. He wasn’t exactly what you’d call emotional. He was tough and smart, traits that made him even more attractive to you than he already was.

The way he spoke to you, flirted with you - albeit with not a ton of words - made excitement bubble in your stomach. The proximity between the two of you, that seemed to diminish entirely as time passed, sent shivers down your spine. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t hoped to talk to him again after your first encounters.

One drink turned into two, which turned into more. You hadn’t truly enjoyed yourself like that in a rather long time. And you didn’t regret a thing, not even - no especially not - when you found yourself pressed against a wall in the back of the bar at a later time that evening. You thanked the maker the clones around you were all shitfaced at that point, giving no one the chance to oggle you as your lips connected to that of the Commander. Also, they probably wouldn’t remember to tell anyone what they’d seen. (Because as much as you didn’t give a damn: There were regulations in place concerning that type of situation)

You wondered if he often ended up in the exact same spot. How many people did he buy drinks for? How many had he kissed right there, made them moan in pleasure or gasp in surprise? But those thoughts didn’t stay for long. They simply couldn’t withstand the array of feelings you were experiencing. And really,you didn’t want to think about others in your position.

The kiss you found yourself in was hot and needy. Wolffe’s rough lips fit perfectly against your soft ones, moving as your tongues battled for dominance. The strobe lights of the 79 flickered behind your closed eyelids, the music vibrating in the wall behind you.

Teeth nipped at your bottom lip, causing you to let out a soft moan. The alcohol coursing through your veins had long been exchanged for liquid fire, your heart pumping so hard in your chest, you thought you could hear it beat.

You had your hands hooked around his neck, running through his hair and tugging, just the slightest bit. As a moan erupted from low in his throat, his hand dug further into your waist, pulling you closer to his body. His other hand had long given up on holding you, instead trailing up and down your exposed thigh, traveling slightly underneath your skirt.

With a gasp you pulled back to catch your breath, face feeling unbelievably hot in the already warm bar. You breathed deeply, trying to get some oxygen back into your brain; You really couldn’t hold yourself back for more than a moment. You pulled the smirking Commander back into another kiss, this one even more heated than the others. The teeth nipping at your bottom lip returned, before vacating your mouth entirely and kissing down your jaw and the column of your throat.

The way he did what he did with his mouth, how he held you, it made you weak at the knees. The longer he had you at his mercy, the more you found yourself pressing your body further into him as you moaned.

You hadn’t expected any of it - but you needed it. Thankfully, he seemed to think the exact same, kissing up the side of your neck, slightly biting at the skin, probably leaving marks you’d have to cover up on your next shift. When he reached your ear, the hand on your thigh squeezed slightly, drawing a surprised gasp from between your lips.

“Wanna take this back to the base?”, he muttered lowly into your ear. Goosebumps formed on your skin, but the fog in your head cleared up just enough for you to agree.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

#clone wars imagine #clone wars x reader #star wars imagine #commander wolffe x reader #i have watched like 10 eps of clone wars be nice #louistrying #commander wolffe

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Blurb #1 Captain Rex

“What the hell were you doing?! You almost got yourself killed out there!”, the Captain in front of you yelled, causing anger to course through your veins. There were few things you detested as much as your work being questioned on missions.

“Why do you kriffing care? I saw a chance and I took it!”

Taking a deep breath you tried to calm yourself down, trying to focus on the memories of your training. Your old master would be very amused if he could see you now, but he wouldn’t be too proud of you. You were supposed to control your anger and not let it control you, yet something about Captain Rex's demeanor towards you had always been negative and it drove you crazy.

“You saw a chance to be reckless and jeopardized the entire mission!”

Since the day you met the Captain of the 501st you had a feeling he disliked you. He was short with you, didn’t trust you like he trusted Master Skywalker. He always chose you to be backup, to lead the reinforcements instead of joining the battles, to stay back and do something else. He never wanted you there. It seemed so clear to you that he must hate you for something or thought you were incompetent.

“I got it done, didn’t I? And we all made it back! Just because you hate me doesn't mean that all of my plans are bad!”

“Hate you? I was trying to protect you!” He seemed shocked that you would even think of the situation in that way, but he was definitely still angry, and he had to be more professional than that. “Protecting the Jedi we work with is what we are here for.”

With a sigh, Rex turned around and faced the other direction. Even through the helmet you could hear his hard breaths, trying his best to calm down. You were so confused by the new revelation that your anger just disappeared, vanishing into thin air. When Rex finally managed to bring himself to calm down, he removed his helmet and turned back to you.

“You need to stop doing things like today. You could get seriously hurt.”

“This is a war, sometimes I don’t have a choice I- you don’t hate me?”

“Of course I don’t hate you. I’m worried about you!”

The admittance of these types of feelings left you speechless. You had so many questions, so many thoughts running through your head.

With a few quick steps the trooper stood right in front of you. He was only inches away, close enough to feel the plastoid of his armor brush the skin of your arms, to feel the warm air of his breath. And even though you weren’t supposed to feel like that, the proximity made your knees weak.

“You’re… worried about me?”, you managed to say, so quiet you were afraid he wouldn’t hear you properly. With gentle movements, he reached out to your face and brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. And for a moment, just for a moment his hand settled on your face, his eyes gazing into yours in a way that made you wonder if he was going to kiss you. The way he looked at you, with an uncertain desire… it looked like he did want to kiss you. And Maker, you wanted nothing more than to be kissed by him. But the moment passed, and before your very eyes you could see the look on his face change into something you were more familiar with: the look he had whenever he was on duty, reminding himself of his responsibility.

“Don’t do that ever again. Please.” His hand dropped from your face and he walked past you and out of the room without another word.

#star wars #star wars x reader #star wars imagine #reader insert #captain rex #clone wars imagine #captain rex x reader #i have only seen like 3 episodes of the clone wars tho be nice lol #louistrying

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