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wanderinginksplot · 6 months

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Sev + "I'm going to give you five seconds to take that back."

Sev x gn!reader (no use of 'y/n' and no pronouns). Flirty (ish).

Word Count: 2,400

Warnings: discussions of medical concerns, references to missions, stimulant misuse, grandstanding, ill-planned bets, semi-flirtatious wrestling.

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It had all started when you tried to talk your most recent set of charges into being more healthy.

Delta Squad had been a source of constant frustration for you since you were assigned to be their medic. Normally, commando squads weren’t overly concerned about having a medic on-board. However, Delta had a close call on a previous mission. One commando, Sev, had been in especially bad shape.

Some time in a bacta tank had fixed the worst of their injuries, but there were certain limits they shouldn’t push if they wanted to avoid a repeat. Sev needed to be particularly careful, since he had suffered damage to his ribs and many of the organs within them - including his heart.

Which was why you had been irretrievably furious when you found him downing a packet of stims.

“Are you trying to die?” you had demanded. “Because I know you’re not stupid, and those are the only possible reasons you would be using stims with damage to your heart. What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking that I have a mission to complete and I don’t have eight hours to sleep before we get there.”

Honestly, you could have expected that kind of answer, but the nonchalant tone Sev had used was what pushed you over the edge.

“And when they wear off? You know, since you took them three hours before we even break atmosphere?” You had shaken your head, clenching your jaw so tightly that the muscles ached. “If you had bothered to talk to me, I would have advised you to sleep for that time, then take half a stim pack when we arrive.”

“I don’t need some vorpan baar'ur telling me what to do,” he had spat. “As long as I can do my job, the GAR doesn’t worry about the little things. Including my health or my life.”

You didn’t understand the Mando’a, obviously, but that didn’t stop you from rolling your eyes at the drama of his caustic words.

“Apparently, having someone tell you what to do is exactly what you needI” you had countered. “Do you know what kind of shape you’ll be in after another dose of stims? Even I would be able to beat you in a wrestling match! Some use you’ll be to your brothers then.”

It was a bit too far, and you felt bad as silence fell in the small ship. You had worked with enough troopers to know that they prided themselves on loyalty to their brothers above all else. In your defense, though, you recognized the signs of someone who wouldn’t be talked out of their nihilism. By meeting him head-on using the parameters of life as he saw it, you had hoped to shake him out of his stubbornness.

It was only bad luck that it hadn’t worked. Sev’s expression had darkened and you prepared yourself for a threat or a cutting insult, but Scorch had laughed, breaking the tension.

“Sounds like a good, old-fashioned bet,” he had said, chuckling in a way that could only be described as ‘gleeful’.

Sev had scoffed and walked away without another word, but your luck ran out.

Delta Squad had gotten a call from General Jusik, alerting them that the leader of the Separatist-controlled planet had opted for a peace talk. As a gesture of good faith, the GAR was withdrawing the commando squads who had been set to invade.

“We’ve been redirected,” Boss announced when Jusik disconnected the call. The sergeant stepped out of the small cockpit where he had been navigating with Fixer. “We’re to touch down on a Republic-friendly planet in the next system and settle in. We’ll be backup if things go south, so stay ready to go. Get some sleep if you can.”

“Those of us who didn’t already take a packet of stims,” you had muttered when Sev went back to cleaning his blaster instead of heading for the bunks.

Unfortunately, your sarcasm would prove to be your undoing. Scorch perked up at your quiet admonishment, visibly brightening. “Hey, didn’t you say you could beat Sev in hand-to-hand when he’s using stims?”

“Yes,” you confirmed, holding eye contact with Scorch, but trying to watch Sev in your peripheral vision.

“I’m going to give you five seconds to take that back,” Sev growled. When you looked over, you saw that he very much was not focusing on his blaster anymore.

“I don’t think I will.” The way you lifted your chin was nothing short of antagonistic, but you were angry. Clarity of thought while angry had never been your forte. Despite that, you clocked the gray undertones in Sev’s face and the way his fingers were trembling slightly. “In fact, I think I could beat you now, whether or not you take another dose.”

“You’re on,” Sev told you, a challenge thick in his tone.

“Wait-” How you hadn’t seen this coming, you weren’t sure, but your stomach was sinking. “I didn’t mean I actually want to wrestle you. I’m just telling you, as a medical professional, that-”

“Hey, you already said you would,” Scorch reminded you. “Too late to go back on it now.”

“Knock it off, Six-Two. It isn’t too late for anything,” Fixer told him, turning around in the cockpit to face you all. Before you could thank him, he continued as he eyed you directly. “It’s actually a choice: wrestle Oh-Seven or admit that stims aren’t that bad.”

“They are that bad, though,” you insisted.

“If you’re going to wrestle on my ship, do it in the cargo bay,” Boss said over his shoulder. “I don’t want to explain broken equipment to the GAR.”

“This isn’t enough of a challenge to break anything,” Sev decreed. He watched you as he set aside his blaster and stood. “Cargo bay. Five minutes.”

It was overdramatic to specify a time and place on such a small ship, but it still made the pit of your stomach tighten. You took care to offer him an unimpressed face and a simple nod.

"This is gonna be fun!" Scorch said excitedly.

You strongly disagreed, but that wasn’t going to help. It was far too late for that. So you stifled your misgivings and made your way to the back of the ship.

Sev had stripped off his armor by the time you got there. That hadn’t been a concern, but you wondered if it should have been. There was nothing at all you could do against plastoid armor. However, much as you loathed to admit it even to yourself… you were almost as disadvantaged anyway. The sight of Sev’s muscles swelling and bulging under the tightness of his body glove was enough to make the ship feel like it was lurching through the galaxy.

You were wearing comfortable clothes, having refused to change into your lightly armored medic’s gear until you were closer to your eventual destination. You were comfortable and didn’t have to strip off any clothing, but that was almost a pity. It was starting to feel distinctly warm aboard the small ship…

“Ready?” Sev asked.

You nodded, resigned to being decimated by the fully-trained commando. He didn’t attack immediately, choosing to watch you instead. You circled warily, already closer than you liked. The cargo bay of the ship was reasonably big and, as promised, you weren’t going to break anything. That should keep Boss happy, but there still wasn’t a vast amount of space.

So you and Sev circled around, watching each other. You were focused on his chest: all of the hand-to-hand training the GAR had offered told you that motion was typically forecasted in the torso, so that was the best place to watch if you wanted to avoid being surprised.

When you occasionally snuck a glance at Sev, he was watching your face rather than your torso. At first, you wondered if you should be doing the same with him, but then you started to feel flustered rather than wary at the weight of his eyes.

That was when he pounced.

You managed to avoid the first lunge, but you weren’t expecting him to recover his balance as quickly as he did. In half a moment, Sev was upright once more and diving at you.

A strong arm hooked around your waist and you were falling, cushioned from the ground by Sev’s body, but the impact still knocked the air from your lungs. Sev flipped you over and you made your move, rolling quickly out from under him before he had time to close the distance between you.

You got to your feet - or, you started to. Sev’s hand closed around your ankle and pulled. It wasn’t enough to put you back on the floor, but it was enough to bring you heavily to your hands and knees. Since you were already in the proper position, you kicked out with your foot and felt a surge of victory when your heel connected.

And then you were horrified, turning around as you gave a loud gasp. “Sev! Are you okay? I’m so sorry-”

There was a small smudge of dirt on his forehead from your boot, but Sev’s grin flashed bright. “I’m fine. Keep going.”

And then he grabbed both of your ankles, pulling hard enough that your knees went out from under you and you landed on your stomach with a soft, “Oof!”

Sudden heat at your back warned that Sev was getting ready to pin you, so you rolled again. He seemed to expect the movement then, dropping onto you in mid-turn from your side to your back.

With a sudden, surging need to keep your freedom, you pulled back a fist. Your goal was Sev’s recently injured ribs, but you came to your senses before the blow came too close to landing. You were a medic, and every bit of training you had received covered how to prevent injuries, not cause them.

Sev didn’t know that, however, and he winced sharply. He curled into himself in an effort to protect his ribs - a motion that only put more pressure on them. The flash of pain across his face would have made you stop even if you hadn’t already decided to do so.

“Are you-?”

Before you could ask if he was hurt, he had reached down, snagged your wrists, and pressed them against the cold metal of the floor. You were pinned.

You were on your back with a commando pressing you into the floor, but you both… stopped. Your breathing was heavy and - with more than a little surprise - you noticed that Sev’s was, too. Of course, his ribs probably still hurt and you would have to check him for a boot-borne head injury, but you couldn’t help but wonder if he was feeling anything other than pain.

You definitely were.

The chilly bite of the floor at your back faded into the distance as you and Sev studied each other from closer than you had ever been. Sev always looked vaguely angry, but you had wondered if that was his natural expression. That seemed to be true: if you didn’t know him as well as you did, you would have taken his expression to be one of irritation and disdain. But there was softness in it, too. That was what left you feeling like you couldn’t get a full breath.

“Well, Sev, I’d say you won,” Boss remarked dryly.

The comment pulled you back into the moment and you realized that Boss, Fixer, and Scorch were all observing the scene. It felt vaguely ridiculous then, wondering what it would be like to kiss the man who currently had you pinned to the dirty floor. But as Sev released his grip and stood, you missed the warmth of him like it was something tangible.

To your surprise, though, Sev held a hand out to you in a silent offer to help you stand. You took it and he lifted you easily. The silence was thick.

You cleared your throat. “Well, I guess I was wrong. One stim pack isn’t enough for me to win a wrestling match. I still think-”

“Save it,” Sev ordered and you froze. No matter what you thought had changed between you, it wasn’t enough to save you from his sharp tongue. But when he spoke again, Sev’s voice was far more gentle. “It was closer than I thought it would be. Another few minutes and I would have probably lost. I’ll lay off the stims.”

“Aww, no rematch?” Scorch complained.

Fixer made a sharply derisive noise and left for the cockpit. “I’ll pilot us to the staging planet.”

“All of you, get some rest,” Boss ordered before he left as well.

Scorch lingered a moment, glancing between you and Sev. You were still standing close together, the tension palpable between you. Unlike most of your interactions, that tension was not actively hostile.

You were torn between wanting Scorch to leave so you and Sev could talk about what had just happened, and wanting him to stay so you didn’t have to. Slowly, like he was watching something interesting unfold before his eyes, Scorch turned and retreated to his bunk. Since the bunks were in the section just ahead of the cargo bay, Scorch was still in hearing range, but a sense of privacy settled thickly around you and Sev.

When you finally gathered the courage to look over, Sev was watching you. Neither of you spoke, and your mind raced in an effort to find the right words.

Your lips parted, though you didn’t have the slightest idea what you planned on saying. Fortunately, Sev spoke before you could say some muddled assortment of words that might mean nothing… or too much.

“We should sleep while we can,” he told you. After a moment, he added with a wry grin, “Some medic told me I need actual rest, not just stim packs.”

It was more familiar ground, and you relaxed enough to jibe, “What disappointing news.”

“Yeah,” Sev agreed. “But the delivery made it a little better.”

You could only shake your head as you followed him to the bunks.

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Author's Note - I love Sev wayyyyy too much! I have written more fics for him than for any other member of Delta Squad. That being said, I'm going to focus on Scorch and Boss next since I haven't done much for them. If you have any great ideas for either one that you'd like to throw my way, feel free to comment, ask, or message!

Thanks for reading! You can find other works on my masterlist. As of a few days ago, I discontinued my taglist. You can find just fics on my side-blog, @wanderinginksplot-writes. (As soon as I work through my drafts on this blog, all fics will be posted there first and cross-posted here later.)

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reader6898 · 3 months

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Rescue

Pairing: delta squad x female reader (platonic), Sev x female reader (romantic)

Summary: Delta squad has to rescue you when you're taken while they're on a mission

Warning: Sev threatens to kill one of your captors, torture (not descriptive), mentions of slavery and sex work, language, that's it

A/n: I've never read any of the clone commando books so I apologize if I didn't get the characters right. I'm just kinda going off on what I've read from other people's fanfics

"Where is she?"

The Zygerrian laughs as he answers Sev's question. "You're too late. She's long gone by now. Probably been sold already and pleasuring one of my brothers as we speak." The Zygerrian laughs again but immediately stops when Sev punches him.

Sev pulls out his vibroblade and pulls the male by his fur as he holds the blade to his neck. "If you don't tell me where she or your cronies have gone I will slice your kriffin throat without hesitation." The Zygerrian spits in Sev's face and stares at him. "I'm not telling you shit. So go ahead and kill me. Your girl is gone forever."

Sev was about to tear him apart when Boss comes in. "What!?" Sev breathes heavily as he continues to hold the blade to the Zygerrian's neck while he waits for whatever Boss is going to say to him.

"Come take a breather. Let Scorch or Fixer take over." "I'm fine." Boss sighs and Sev hears him come up behind him. Boss bends down and whispers loud enough only for Sev to hear his words. "You're not in your right mind, brother. He's never going to talk if you keep this up." Boss was right. Sev needed to take a step back. Boss takes a step back as Sev straightens up and Sev places the blade in the Zygerrian's leg. The Zygerrian screams out in pain but Sev does nothing to lessen to pain. "Hold that for me, would you?"

Sev follows Boss out of the room and curses are thrown his way but both of them ignore their hostage. Sev takes off his helmet and sets it down on the table before pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

The team had been on a mission so you stayed behind as Sev had said it was too dangerous and that you could get hurt. While it had been true Sev didn't think that the danger would still find you. He was dead wrong.

They had come back from the mission and found their ship torn apart. Sev instantly panicked and went to find you but turned up empty. They searched for you in the nearby woods to see if you were hiding but had no luck. Since then Sev had been going out of his mind as the team continued their search for you.

When they got word from an informant that there were slavers in the area they checked it out and found one of the Zygerrians. They managed to subdue him and brought him back to the abandoned building that they were using when they started looking for you.

Hours later and Sev was still not getting answers that he was looking for. Boss puts a hand on his shoulder and Sev looks up at his brother. "We'll get her back. I promise." Sev knew that Boss was only trying to help but right now nothing he could say was helping to reassure him.

Scorch and Fixer walk up to them. "Did he say anything?" Sev nodded his head. "No. He's not going to cooperate with us." Fixer cracks his knuckles together. "Don't worry. I'll make him talk." Fixer and Scorch walk to the room and lock the door behind them.

Soon Sev and Boss could hear screaming coming from the locked room but chose to ignore it. The Zygerrian chose to lay down in his bed and now has to pay. Now all Boss and Sev have to do is wait patiently.

Thirty minutes later Fixer and Scorch come out and Fixer heads for the sink. he takes off his gloves and cleans them off before washing his hands. Sev paces a little as he looks at his brothers. "well? did he say anything? give a location to where they're holding her?"

Scorch nods his head. "Yeah. Said that they were keeping her in a small place on the other side of the city. He also said that they'll have at least five to six people guarding the place and more in the building." Sev grabs his helmet. "Let's go." Boss sets a hand on his arm. "Hold on. We need a plan if we're going to rescue her. We can't go in blind."

"fuck the plan. I've waited long enough. I'm going to get her back with or without your help." Boss takes Sev aside. "You need to calm down. If we go in there blind we could end up getting hurt. Or worse. And I'm not even going to mention what could happen to her if we do." Sev stays quiet. He knew that Boss was right. If something happened to you Sev wouldn't be able to bare it. "Okay. Let's make a plan." Boss nods and the four of them make up a rescue plan.

You sat quietly on the bed that you had been placed on by the men that took you. When they first found you you hand been outside admiring the plants and taking pictures of them with your holopad to show Sev later and collecting data on them. When you saw them come out of the trees you ran inside and they came after you. You threw everything at them that could get in their way but they had eventually caught up to you. You tried every fighting technique that you had been taught by delta squad but the zygerrians caught you and subdued you.

They were able to tie your arms behind your back and they also placed something over your eyes so that you couldn't see their faces. Once they had you in their grasp the Zygerrians brought you to wherever you were now.

You could hear a couple over in the corner talking to each other and others outside the room. Then you hear footsteps come your way and you panicked. The Zygerrian touches you and you flinch away. He laughs at how scared you are.

The Zygerrian that touched you said something in his native language that you couldn't understand but you had a feeling it had to be about the way you flinched or something inappropriate. The others laugh and you sit far away from him as possible. Taking you from Delta squad had been their first mistake. Now, if you were harmed in any way, these men wouldn't stand a chance against them, especially with Sev on the team. You were his sarad (flower) and if another man even thought about looking your way Sev would have their head.

You continued to sit there when all of a sudden there was shouting coming from outside. What was happening? Whatever it was it raised suspicion with your captors. There was more screaming and shouting and you could hear the zygerrians scrambling to get their weapons.

You could hear the leader of the group giving orders in their language and then it was just the two of you. He walked over to you and grabbed your hair. You let out a yelp as he held you close to his face. "If you make a sound I'll kill you. Understand?" You nodded and he let go of you. You sat in the corner on the bed and prayed that whoever it was didn't kill you as well.

Sev took out another Zygerrian before joining his brothers. When they arrived at the building you were being held at it had gone smoothly in the beginning until one of the zygerrians came out and spotted them. Fixer took him out but soon more had been sent out at the arrival of the team.

They successfully made it inside but more and more zygerrians came at them. They really didn't want to give you up. "On your left!" Scorch took out another Zygerrian that was coming at him and joined Sev as they did their sweep. They looked in every room for you but so far came up empty. You had to be around here somewhere.

They joined Boss and Fixer on the next floor and saw that they had one of the zygerrians. "I'm asking you one last time: where is the girl?" Fixer held his blaster to his head as Boss stood face to face with him. The Zygerrian finally cracked at gave them their answer. "Two floors up. She's in the last room."

Boss nodded at Sev and Sev and Scorch ran up to the floor that you were being kept on. Sev was closer to you than ever now and once he has you back he won't be letting you go.

You heard shouting coming from outside followed by blasters going on. You became frightened and struggled a little against the rope that was keeping your arms bound behind your back. Whatever was about to happen you didn't want to be a part of.

The shouting was outside the door of the room and you could feel your heart racing. You could hear the leader of the group stand up from where he was sitting and his weapon being picked up.

The noise from outside stopped and the door slid open. "I'll kill her." The weapon he was holding was pointing your way and you silently listened. You were now afraid for your life and you didn't know if the person that showed up was friend or foe.

Whoever it was didn't care as they shot at the Zygerrian and he went down. You heard footsteps and you panicked as you tried to make yourself small. "Please. Don't hurt me." The person approached you and you could hear them laying down their weapon on the bed and the sound of a helmet coming off

The person touched your shoulder and you screamed. "It's me, mesh'la." You sat there for a moment as you took in his words. "Sev?" Sev takes your blindfold off and you let yourself adjust to the light. Once you could see clearly you saw Sev looking. "It's okay. I got you." You cried as Sev cut the rope and you threw yourself into his arms.

Sev held you close before pulling you away and placed a kiss on your lips. You were visibly shaking and Sev pulled away once again. He brushed your hair out of your face and held your face in his hands. "Are you okay, cyare?" Your lower lip trembles and more tears fall onto your face.

"Shhh. It's okay, my love. I got you mesh'la. I got you." Sev wipes your tears as the others wait for the two of you outside the room. He places a kiss on your forehead, cheeks, lips, and finally one last one on your nose. You giggle a little and Sev was happy to see you smile. "There's my girl." He picks you up and holds you in his arms as he carries you out of the room. As all of you walk out of the building you hold onto Sev and bury your face in his neck. You missed him and the scent of him.

That night you and Sev curl up together in his bunk. The two of you were inseparable since you had been rescued and you didn't mind one bit. You were happy to be back with your clone lover.

The two of you hold each other and as you close your eyes you let the lull of hyperspace pull you and Sev into a deep sleep.

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lackofhonor · 9 months

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#clone wars #republic commando #clone commando sev #delta squad sev #Youtube

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kaminocasey · 10 months

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Delta Squad HCs

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI; Somnophiliia, Possessive!Boss, public sex mentioned, NSFW thoughts lol

A/N: They're not very long. And I don't normally do HCs. At least not in like extensive detail like a lot of writers on here. Again these are just my HCs. If they're not yours, that's okay!! Also, special shoutout to @patchmates for encouraging this thirsty behavior lol! <3 ily

Boss likes being the boss of course. He likes showing everyone who you belong to. Makes you sit in his lap every chance he gets. Sometimes, even makes you sit on his cock out in public, just to see you squirm.

Hickeys always.

One time, Scorch offered to take his place and Boss snapped and fucked you right in front of him, making you tell Scorch who you belonged to. (None of the guys ever teased about you again)

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Sev would be into (like super into) Somnophilia (Consensually ofc).

He’d get back from a mission and immediately strip, slide into bed, and immediately dive his tongue into your pussy.

He’d be so worked up, he’d have to fuck you awake.

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Fixer is super into hearing you moan and plays a game of how loud he can get you for him when you cum.

It’s always the quiet ones you have to look out for.

He gets really frustrated when you try to stay quiet so he just gets rougher and turns you into a dripping, blissed out, incoherent mess.

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For Scorch? Well, baby boy is a ROMANTIC. Like, a secret romantic.

He goes all out. Candles, flower petals, etc.

He makes love to you. Like, you can feel his love for you when you’re intimate.

Slow and gentle thrusts at first. And then when he speeds up, he praises you. He always tells you how perfect you are for him.

King of aftercare. Cleans you up, carries you to the bathtub, and washes you, kissing you everywhere.

#tw somno #tw somnophilia #tw possessiveness #tw possessive behavior #delta squad #republic commando #RC Delta Squad #Delta Squad Boss #Delta Squad Fixer #Delta Squad Sev #Delta Squad Scorch

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firewoodwander · 2 years

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May I propose either 6 (“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”) or 34 (“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”) for........Boss/Sev? 👀

This is fascinating. Please keep talking Apples. I’m also very sorry this ended up with more set-up and less sex (none) than intended

They’ve been a squad for longer than Boss cares to think about, sometimes. Brothers for even longer than that. One unit, a well-oiled machine that never went wrong. Omega had showed him how special that was—a squad built on mutual grief and loss, four (and then five) orphaned commandos with nowhere else to go.

Delta had kept a solid front until the end. And then they had lost a man, after everything, and Boss had thought that was the end of it.

Living so closely with his brothers for so long means Boss is confident he knows them. He’s their sergeant—he has to. And he’s managed this far.

When Sev slides into his bunk after an op, Boss never makes a deal of it. Acknowledges him, asks if he needs more room, maybe. But he leaves him to it. It’s just what they do. Before the end, none of them ever needed to ask to know.

Now they’re free; the fighting is over. Sergeant Vau has been living with the Skiratas in their fortress for the wayward, so that’s where Delta are, too. All of them. Leaving Sev had never been the end of things, it turns out—their luck held, just one more time.

Now Boss has his own room, with his own bed, big enough for two of himself for no reason other than because civilians live like this. Fixer has his across the hall, then Scorch and Sev a few doors down. The Skiratas are in another wing altogether. It’s a quiet way to live.

Boss steps out of his refresher to find a lump already under his covers. It’s brother shaped and breathing gently, just like old times, only Sev’s hair has grown since his abandonment, and though Scorch trims it for him now and then he seems to be keeping it long, over his shoulders and tumbling down to the pillow. Boss doesn’t need to see his face to know he’s awake.

He takes a moment just to look. To make sure the rise and fall of Sev’s breathing isn’t his imagination, to watch the dim light splash patchwork skin over his broad, scarred shoulders. They never used to sleep out of their bodysuits; now it seems that most of them take whatever chance they can to feel the softness of their bedsheets close to skin.

Boss slides in beside him quietly, stretching out his aching back before rolling over to Sev. He slings an arm around his front, like usual, dragging him close until they’re back to chest. It’s familiar and comforting, and Sev sighs when Boss presses his nose into his curls.

“Gonna tell me what you’re doing naked in my bed?” Boss asks, tone humorous. Sev grunts and reaches back, his hand grasping at the meat of Boss’s thigh. He drags the leg up, over his own hip, pushing backwards into the curve of Boss’s body until he’s comfortably ensconced.

“Seducing you, obviously.”

Boss smiles and noses at his neck, kissing the corner of his jaw lightly. Sev doesn’t react, but in a very loudly overt manner; he does it again, and the hand Sev has curled around Boss’s wrist twitches.

Boss flattens his palm to Sev’s chest—warm and thumping with the shadow of his heart beat—and slides it down. Sev tightens his hold on Boss’s wrist, but he doesn’t stop him.

Boss hums, light and rumbling against his throat. “All you had to do was ask.”

Sev clears his throat. His thumb plays with the valleys between Boss’s knuckles and the light from the bedside chrono highlights his features in sharp relief.

“What do you think I’m doing?”

Boss has to bite down on a laugh. He’s right, of course. Now Boss just has to decide what to try first.

#boss/sev #doing this properly would probably mean a 10k fic #my bad #cloneshipping #star wars #writing tag #repcomm #delta squad sev #delta squad boss

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mandalorianbrainweasel · 2 years

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Prompt: Post-Kashyyyk Sev and Vau interactions pls I am ready to be hurt and/or healed

It’s somewhere around one in the morning when Sev stumbles to the kitchen, leg aching. Most of it’s not even there anymore, so he wonders why it hurts so much.

He’s not really expecting anyone in the kitchen. Usually he might, but Omega and the Nulls are all are off on little missions. So he’s surprised when he notices the lights are on and he can smell cooking food. He double checks the time on his comm, but no, it’s still some combination of too late and too early.

Sergeant Vau is standing in front of the stove, prodding a pan with a wooden spoon. His other hand is flying across a datapad, taking down notes, Sev thinks.

Whatever he’s cooking is smells like warmth, something sugary, and something earthy.

Some distant part of himself tells Sev it smells like home.

Vau turns and looks over his shoulder after a moment of Sev standing there. “Gilamar said to stay off your leg,” he reminds him, voice gruff but low enough to almost be soft.

Sev sits at the kitchen table.

“Do you feel up to taking notes for me?” Vau asks, and that in and of itself is a surprise. He doesn’t ever really remember him asking Sev to do anything. Let alone giving him an out to say no.

“I think so,” Sev decides after a moment.

Vau hums and turns around, setting the datapad in front of Sev.

It’s...a recipe.

One 227 gram bag of veshok nuts. Tenth of a liter of water. 120 grams of sugar, half white and half brown. Half a gram of chili, fifth a gram of rough salt, two fifths a gram of cinnamon. More sugar to taste.

Boil the veshok nuts in the liter of water until the water reduces and the shells of the nuts begin to come off, then drain the water into another pot, keeping it on the boiler, and strip the shells off of the nuts. Add the boiled nuts back to the water along with the white sugar and stir until the sugar is melty.

Sev looks up at Vau’s cooking. This must be what he was doing, then.

“Once the white sugar has melted somewhat,” Vau dictates, making Sev jump before he starts to take the notes down, “Add in the brown sugar so it can mix with the white and create another coating over the first coat.” While he talks, he follows his own instructions. “After stirring the brown sugar into the mixture, as it begins to melt, quickly add the chili and cinnamon. Take the pan off the heat and continuing stirring until all of the nuts are fully coated. Then—.” He cuts himself off with a scoff, leaving the pan a moment to find a plate. “Then you need a plate,” he tells Sev with more humour, less of a dictation tone. “Get all of the nuts out onto the plate and sprinkle the salt on top as they’re cooling, then roll them to coat them in the salt.” For a moment, Sev thinks his eyes twinkle. “Jang—ah, Jango liked to add more chili and sugar with the salt in the outer coating.”

Sev types it all out, still watching Vau, who sets the plate of finished off nuts next to him, exchanging it for the datapad.

“Thank you,” he says, and it might be another first. “I was having trouble getting it down while doing it, and I have trouble remembering if I’m not doing it.”

Sev blinks at him, then looks at the nuts.

“You can try them, you know,” Vau says dryly. “The person the recipe is for isn’t going to suddenly arrive from Keldabe City to eat them.”

Cautiously, Sev picks one up and pops it in his mouth. It tastes good. He could probably eat the whole plate.

Vau sighs, taking one for himself.

“You made these for Prime a lot?” Sev asks, his voice coming out hoarse.

“Ah, yes,” Vau says, looking away from him. “When he was younger.”

Sev hadn’t even known Vau knew Prime when he was younger. “How did you know him?” he asks.

Immediately he realizes he’s karked up with the way Vau’s face goes hard and cold. At first he even thinks Vau isn’t going to answer. “I was his guardian for a while,” is eventually said, dropping to the table like ice cubes.

“Oh.” Sev looks back at the nuts. He thinks that, maybe, Vau loved him, to make this kind of stuff for him.

Vau must notice him looking. Still, he’s not expecting what he says next. “I’ll make them for you and your brothers whenever you want,” he says, and again it’s said so low that it’s almost soft.

Sev looks up at him, but he’s still not looking at him.

Oh, he thinks.

“I’d like that,” he admits, just as low, just as almost-soft.

#my fanfiction #prompt fill #from a prompt #walon vau #delta squad sev #past jaster/walon #they're alike in all the good ways

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papanowo · 1 year

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i finished playing republic commando last week and just cannot stop thinking ab them

#my art #star wars #repcomm #republic commando #delta squad #boss #sev #fixer #scorch #absolutely heartbroken theres like no content ab them #like i understand why. but also. guys pls theyre so silly ..#i love my little assholes

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gamelpar · 8 months

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sev text posts!! he's alive and back with delta i accept no criticism

fixer | sev | boss | scorch | delta squad

#sev #delta squad #republic commando #tcw #star wars #text posts #text post meme #my edits #clone commando sev

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uglybumbo · 12 days

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For when they meet again.

#star wars #republic commando #the bad batch #tbb #scorch #boss #fixer #sev #delta squad #they did my boy dirty #my art

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toomanyteefs · 9 months

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Poor Boss having to wrangle these fools.

#Boss #Sev #Scorch #Fixer #Delta Squad #star wars meme #republic commando #my art #Star Wars

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reader6898 · 2 months

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Delta squad masterlist

🥵: smut

🥰: fluff

😭: angst

Sev

🥰 Rescue

Scorch

Boss

Fixer

#delta squad #masterlist #delta squad masterlist #delta squad sev #delta squad fixer #delta squad scorch #delta squad boss

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alabyte · 5 months

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«The council will decide your fate»

Just a silly meme I made for our current RP admin chat depending on the characters we play as

#tech tbb #crosshair tbb #clone commando sev #clone commando scorch #delta squad #republic commando #the bad batch #star wars #tbb #sw

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toska-writes · 1 month

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Clone commandos request if possible. 😁 Could you do delta squad. where on a mission they get captured along with the Padawan, and get protective when they try to separate them or interrogate them.

So i thought about writing a fic based on todays bad batch episode (but I need to get some of the requests done- if you wanna request some Wolffe *wink wink* that’s ok)

“Got your back”

Summary: a mission goes south with the delta squad but they have your back

Paring: The delta Squad/ republic commandos x padawan!reader (PLATONIC OFC)

Warning: slight mentions of injury and imprisonment nothing too bad… the most scary- not proofread

Word count: 1688

Notes: Delta Squad fics are not my “most popular” but ones I always do so much for and I don’t know why

Also I swear to god someone asked to join the Taglist but I can’t remember nor find it so let me know!

"Can you focus for one second Scorch? EVER?" Fixed screamed through the comms, you could see his tense movements from a mile away as the squad ducked once again behind a wall.

Boss could only nod this head, he quickly spun around from where you, Sev and him were hiding to shoot an incoming droid.

"Sorry Scorch I can't defend you this time it's not looking good." You spoke between gasp of your own breath, the adrenaline from the long hours fighting wearing on you and the whole group.

Sev leaned heavily on Fixer from where you could see him, though Scorch as of now was doing a good job covering them.

"Boss," You yelled over the hiss of a smoke bomb going off- the contents of which were going in your eyes and making you cough. "I'm all out of ideas here."

The comando spared you a glance for a second, you feared what his face would have looked like if his helmet was discarded.

Boss looked down at the padawan for a moment. A thin cut ran along their cheek way too close to their eye for Boss’s comfort. He watched their head whip around looking through the fog desperately before a huge bang went off.

After a moment of slight ringing Boss felt the bump of another person against his side. The padawan looked around frantically for the force of the bomb before looking up to the comando.

In a more solemn voice they asked. “Boss what are we gonna do?”

Boss thought about their options then. Backed into the corner of what should have been an abandoned outpost, on of their men injured and the rest ready to collapse from exhaustion. He as a leader thought he was better than this but Boss felt as if he walked his squad right into this trap.

“The missions easy enough for us.” Boss had said only hours before. A knot sat in his stomach but the team needed an easy mission, a break from their last fiasco with the bugs.

He’s never been more wrong in his life.

While he was lost in thought, Boss nearly missed Scorch sliding up next to their leader, his panicked voice tried to fill Boss’s ears.

For a moment the other comando didn’t realize the trooper in yellow was talking until Scorch made a shhh gesture with his hand.

That’s when you noticed it too, the complete lack of noise. No more clanker chatter or blaster bullets from each side. Just the low hiss of the fog that didn’t seem to die down.

You opened your mouth to say something before the unmistakable scraping of metals filled your ears.

“Rollies! get down!” Scorch shouted pulling you and Boss to the floor with him. About 5 Droidekas emerged from the smoke…. Lucky you guys.

“Scorch handle them.” Boss yelled using his hands to signal something at Fixer and Sev at the speed of light. His gruff tone scratched your ears but you all seemed pretty fed up at the situation.

Blaster bullets were blocked by your lightsaber left and right until the next words made your heart drop all together. “Out of hand grenades sir.” Scorch ripped his blaster out now but the shields were too strong on the droids.

“Down the hall!” Fixer yelled as both He and Sev passed the 3 of you, a way out hopefully planned.

You felt them before you saw them, you tried skidding to a stop before turning into the next hall as a hand shot out to grab Boss.

“Shit.” Was the only thing you could say, before they could question what you meant a group of comando droids emerged with guns drawn.

“You’ve got to be joking me.” Sev rasped out, his arm shook while he tried to lift his blaster up and fire. The tiredness leaked off of him though you were sure it did for everyone.

A ring of blue light hit the wall behind you. It didn’t make sense though, comando droids weren’t the type to show mercy.

Your lightsaber flashed along the darkened walls trying to keep the nimble droids away, why couldn’t the separatists just send the normal clankers.

Once again the hall was engulfed in a think smoke. You heard more blasters going off but you feared you were getting more and more disoriented. After a moment you heard a sickening thunk next to you and you assumed the worst.

In the blink of an eye you felt the blast hit its mark and half your body go limp. Unlike the bulking clones you were with it only took about 2 hits before you were out.

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Boss was the first one to awaken. His head bobbed around and his eyes fluttered open. Boss reached his hand up only to finally realize that his armor was gone.

He laid there for a moment, confusion laced his face. What had happened to him? To them….

In a split second Boss shot up to a sitting position , which his head greatly protested, and looked for the rest of his squad.

Relief was one of the best things in the galaxy in this moment. In the dim light of the ray shield keeping them in Boss could count the 3 other comandos and the form of their padawan knocked out next to Scorch.

Sev still looked bad as now Boss could get the full view of his gash along his side- the blacks on all of the men seemed to be tattered.

Boss observed their surroundings for a moment before giving a light tap to Fixer on the foot. When that didn’t work the first time a much hard kick was implemented.

Fixer gasped awake along with Scorch after a “friendly” tap from the clone comando.

I didn’t take Scorch long before he leaned back against the wall and groaned, clearly he knew the situation at hand.

Boss could only stare for another second at Sev, guilt rummaged through his insides as he helped his injured brother up ultimately waking him as well. This was his fault and Boss couldn’t shake that.

“Fixer start working on those bindings.” Boss ordered unable to keep his gaze on the unconscious padawan. Clearly to the eyes of their captors the Jedi was the bigger threat.

Sev hissed for a moment now finding a new brother to lean on.

You came to with the feeling of someone’s exposed hands brushing against your arms. The pounding in your head was present but the blanket of confusion was much scarier.

“Thanks for joinin’ us.” The unmistakable voice of scorch chimed in. Your eyes strained against the darkness but you could tell what the problem was.

The cool metal hurt your wrists as Fixer fiddled with them muttering a small apology every once in a while.

Boss’ low voice filled the cell, plans of just how they would get out to fight another day. Your eyes scanned the worrisome group.

Scorch sat fidgeting with his hands trying desperately to listen but you could see the worry in his eyes as clear as day.

Fixer sat in front of you cursing and apologizing but he just couldn’t seem to do anything useful without his tools and data pad.

Sev’s eyes closed everyone once in a while and you could see the fight to remain in the moment, though his scowl never seemed to be wiped off.

And finally Boss. His voice was level and low just like the countless other times you heard him give directions, however this time was different. He knew this wasn’t in their favor and he was worried beyond belief.

Someone had to stay strong for them all.

Your heartbeat beat out of your chest, a dull throb started in your temples the feeling seemed vaguely familiar.

“I think someone’s coming.” For the first time you were unsure in the force. Fixer faltered for a moment before meeting your eyes. “It’s probably these. Messing with you.” He shook the bindings.

Though to your surprise, and relief in a way, someone did make their way down the hall. Boss spoke out quickly as you averted your gaze, sweat started to form on your brow.

“We need a medic.” It was hard to call it pleading despite where Boss said it from his position on the floor, but it was definitely more of a demand.

2 masked figures approached though they seemed to ignore Boss all together.

“We need the Jedi.” The cool voice stated only once.

Everyone seemed to freeze for a moment unsure about which group would make the first move.

“Get up.” Was demanded at you and you glanced around meeting Boss’ eyes for only a moment before you gripped onto the sleeve of Fixer.

The ray shield was down now and the larger figure stepped in. “I’m not asking again”

“Like kriff they’re going with you.” Scorch stood in front of you now. His full height filled up their line of sight.

“Move clone.” For a second Scorch was pushed back that was until Boss stood as well and shoved their captor away from his brother.

Before the other could react with their blaster Scorch was all over them. Fixer taking the hint that their time was now scrambled to get their other brother still on the floor.

Your eyes were blown wide with the loud alarm that was set off. You felt someone grab your arm as you were still in a little daze.

“I hope you didn’t think we were really gonna let them take ya.” Scorch said as the group rushed down the halls.

You thought about that for a moment, had there truly been something to worry about while you were surrounded but the Delta Squad, your brothers?

A smile broke out of your face and Scorch seemed to get your reply.

“I hope you know.” Scorch called over his shoulder. “You’re never picking the missions by yourself again Boss.”

An angry yell was heard from somewhere behind you replacing the fear in your body with a laugh. “You were the one to pick the bug mission Scorch!”

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firewoodwander · 2 years

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Fisev and 38 (you fainted straight into my arms) if that sounds interesting to you!

Svshdj thank you friend!! I was going to go comedic but I wanted to see if I could pull this off straight (lmao) and it went funky but somewhat topical. Don’t work out in the hot sun, kids.

Fi wakes up on the ground. Or, at least he thinks he does. He can see the sky, very clear, very bright, and the sun is still hot on his face. Oh—that. Right.

“Are you two all right?”

Bardan’s face appears in Fi’s clear blue sky. Once Fi’s squinted a bit he can make out his expression, and gets some mix of worried, confused, and fighting off laughter.

Fi shifts and oh. Ah.

“Comfortable?” Sev grunts, voice somewhere behind and beneath Fi’s ear.

“Ohsshhit,” Fi slurs. He can’t get up, he’ll black out, so the first way he tries to move is sideways.

Sev’s arms are in the way.

“Sev?” he asks.

“That was quite the catch,” Bardan praises. He’s grinning now that he’s realised neither of them are in mortal danger, but Fi’s a little preoccupied to care much right now.

Sev, holding him. Voluntarily.

“What time’s it?” he asks.

“Mid-afternoon,” Sev answers.

“I think you might have heat exhaustion,” Jusik adds, helpfully. “Maybe you shouldn’t’ve stayed out so long.”

“Got that,” Fi sighs. Sev doesn’t seem about to release him, even though they’re both lying in the dirt, one on top of the other, so he relaxes back and lets his head rest on Sev’s shoulder. His vision is still swimming, and his stomach is threatening to turn, and he should probably get inside and get some water but right here is actually really very comfortable…

“Can you take him, Sev?” Bardan asks. Fi lost some of the conversation, but now Sev is climbing to his feet with Fi still on top of him, easily manoeuvring his body into a sideways carry that won’t send too much or too little blood to Fi’s already karked-up head.

“My hero,” Fi simpers, and from this angle he can see exactly how the heat flush climbs Sev’s neck to his face. “Ohh, careful, Sev’ika, or you’ll be the one collapsing next.”

“Be a good sick person and be quiet,” Sev grunts. “Or I’ll drop you under a tree,” he adds.

Fi snakes one arm behind Sev’s neck and hangs on. Even he knows not to check a ship for dings that’s given for free, but nothing’s better than getting a reaction out of the grumpiest commando of their two squads.

“I’ll just have to find some way to repay the favour, hm?” he mumbles, somewhat to himself, but Sev scoffs and doesn’t break his somewhat hasty lope towards the eternally-chilly hangar complex.

“Stand up without being sick,” he says, glancing down at Fi for the briefest moment, “then we’ll see.”

Fi’ll take that as a win.

#fisev #cloneshipping #star wars #writing tag #repcomm #fi/sev #fi skirata #delta squad sev

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