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thejediscrolls · 11 months

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You Drew Stars

Tech x Jedi reader x Hunter

Unrequited love is a real Bantha

Angst - Fluff

Pt 6 of You Drew Stars

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was glad in this moment that Omega was asleep.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She gave me a sheepish grin and a shrug.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Without a doubt.” Hunter promised wholeheartedly.

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

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

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

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

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

“Promise?” She stuck out her pinky.

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

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

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

“Stay cool.” I saluted her.

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

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

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

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

“Are you ready?” Hunter asked beside me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

“Oh I’m sure.” I agreed with a laugh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They’ll be alright.” Tech confirmed.

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

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

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

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

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

“We’re almost done here.” I replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hunter?” I asked, my heart racing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This place really does have high security.

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

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

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

“You need to go.” I muttered to him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋

PAIRING: commander wolffe x afab!reader

SUMMARY: what is love, if not living through the fear of it all with someone? what is love, if not coming out on the other side, hand in hand?

WORD COUNT: 2.8k

RATINGS + WARNINGS: general audiences, mature themes, angst upon angst. reader is pregnant, no mention of she/her pronouns, use of y/n. clones using mando'a terms.

NOTES: personally, i think this shit is juicyyyyyyyy like cannot reread it without screaming. i like it, just kinda felt like writing some angst and this was a topic i felt could suffice the angst gods??? i love wolffe so damn much i just be thinking abt him all the time

STAR WARS MASTERLIST

Fear.

Fear had filled your veins with ice and had long since made its course throughout your bloodstream ten times over. Shock and plain confusion chased after it, hanging on its coattails as you stood outside of the medical clinic with eyes looking blindly.

As soon as the MD had spoken the words, it felt as if you’d shut down. They echoed in your ears, repeating over and over like a broken holorecord, and your body moved on its own. As you gave your signature at the end of the appointment, fingers swiping over the holopad screen with no intention, the words were deafening in their volume. As you walked down the corridor to leave, the nerves in your face buzzed in tune with the deep baritone of them. As you crossed the threshold of the building to the outside world, it almost felt like you were going to explode.

The hustle and bustle of the Coruscant streets and skies broke it.

Noise, life, had broken through the big thoughts and their big weight and it felt like air was entering your lungs once again. Eyes clearer, head quieter, you were still heavy as a breeze caressed your exposed arms.

Pregnant.

It was not like in the dramas that came on late night holonet, not romanticized and not attainable for the average person.

Well, that wasn’t the truth. You were not the average person, for they could and very well do have that moment; but not you. You had been one of the many people to go against the grain and actually fall in love with one of the Republic’s own soldiers.

Pregnant and alone. The breeze felt nice, you swayed on your feet to the lull as you gathered your senses again.

He would be back. When, you did not know, but he would. He always came back, always came home, but those moments in between were the hardest. When your home was empty save for you, when your bed was too big because someone was missing, when things got hard and you were on your own.

But he would be back. Commander Wolffe was a lot of things, but a liar was most certainly not one of them.

A father, however? You couldn’t say.

Your feet moved, walking down the sidewalk in the direction of your apartment with thoughts still reeling. He was timid, to be approached with caution, but he was a lover. You were possibly the only person in the galaxy who could truthfully say that, but it was something you really believed. He loved you, with everything he had to give, and he showed it by trying. He stepped out of his comfort zone, he learned, he grew, he listened. A man like Wolffe wouldn’t do anything half assed, and he wouldn’t give anything his full effort if it didn’t deserve it, and that’s how you knew your relationship would work.

It did work. Beautifully, as a matter of fact—you moved and lived as if you were made to be together, and perhaps you were. It felt like you were.

If it worked so well, then why were you so afraid?

To be alone was frightening. You were not really alone, he was out there somewhere; but he was not here. To not know what to do was frightening. You loved Wolffe with your whole heart and vice versa, but did he want a baby? Did he want to be a father, to bear the weight and responsibility parenthood brings? Did he want to be with you that way, tied together forever by another human, half of you both? It was a fear induced by the unknown of it all, the unfamiliarity of the path and the lack of support almost paralyzing.

It was also a fear of startling him.

He tried so hard, and you were so thankful, but it had taken so long. So, so long for him to open up, to freely breathe and speak. To trust you, Wolffe had needed time and that is what you gave him. Would this revelation rock that trust, undo that time and send him on his way? Would he cut the ties you had formed before he got in too deep?

Lightheaded. You took a deep breath, leaning against the wall beside you for a moment. Calm down, you told yourself. Panicking in the streets of the city wouldn’t give you the answers you needed, wouldn’t lessen the stress and worry tearing at every nerve in your body. It wouldn’t help, so it was not worth it. That’s what Wolffe would say, to clear his head—focus on the objective, and all things pertaining to it.

The walk home was neither long nor short, for your head was in the clouds again. You were present, but not entirely. People moved around you, and you paid them no mind, their conversations blending together as background noise while your thoughts attempted to order themselves. Your home is empty when you return, and though it wasn’t a surprise it still made tears prickle your eyes.

The dam was breaking. Hairline fractures were forming in the foundation that was holding you together, and seeing your apartment, your home together, empty and dark and without a trace of him almost released the flood. Breathing grew increasingly more difficult once again, and thoughts of reaching out just to be met with the void that was his absence only made it worse. You had to stop. You had to calm down, you had to try.

So you tried. You tried.

Wolffe hadn’t answered when you commed him, but you half expected that. You had forced him to turn on the message box and were glad he had listened. You drew in a deep breath before you began speaking, hoping to sound as normal as possible. “Hey, hope you’re doing okay. When you get a chance, could you give me a call? There’s…something big I need to talk to you about,” you trailed off, barely holding it together. You sniffled, and wiped your nose, snapping back. “Alright, love you, bye.”

You had failed. It was obvious something was wrong, your voice was shaky and weak and had even broken when you spoke your farewells. He always picked up on even the slightest shift in your composure, and you knew that your message read loud and clear that you were not okay. Worry crept in, worry that you would worry him while he was away, and guilt followed soon after. Your feelings were strong, and they were all over the place, and after you had done all you could in the moment you let yourself feel them.

You fell apart, and you knew that when he called back you’d do your best to pick up the pieces so you could figure it out.

-: ✧

Three weeks.

Three long weeks of sickness, mood swings, and sleepless nights.

Three long weeks with no call from Wolffe.

You were not there when he landed on Coruscant, when the troops that were successful in their endeavors returned, and that worried him. Surely you would have caught wind of their arrival, you were not the only one to have a lover, a friend, someone special in the army. Why had you not shown up?

He told himself not to be so stupid. Of course you hadn’t come. You had called him, had needed to tell him something with that broken voice and he had ignored it.

After returning from just another stint out in the midst of war, fear crept up on him like a monster in the shadows rearing its ugly head. It followed him all the way home, all the way up to the floor the apartment was on, and right through the front door.

You were there. You had to have been, for his home looked as lived in as ever. Relief, sweet and almost overwhelming, rushed over him. It pushed him through the doorway and into the living room, but he did not see you. “Cyare?” he called, setting his helmet down on the table closest to him. He heard the door to the fresher slide open, and only a few seconds later you emerged from around the corner.

His heart, as guarded as it was, belonged to you; and it broke when he caught sight of the state of you. Eyes puffy and red, tear stained cheeks and cracked lips, hair tangled and messy. Wrinkled and sweat stained clothes cover your slightly trembling body as you wipe your face upon seeing him.

He’s worried. You’re worried. You’re both tired. You’re both sweaty and exhausted, and scared out of your minds.

“Cyare, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Did you not get my message?” you question instead, and your voice is gravelly and quiet. The lack of the usual melody that was you was like a stab wound to the chest.

He didn’t know what to say at first, because he knew saying the answer out loud wouldn’t make you feel any better, so he grunted in response. But your face never changed, still stony and devastating and he knew he had to say it. “I—” he started, but seemed to choke on the words and had to take a deep breath. “I was going to call back, but I…got afraid.”

Oh no. Dread, once again, weighed heavy on you as it showered down your body, trickling slowly and touching every part of you. “Afraid?” you wheezed through heavy breaths.

“Of…of what it was you wanted to talk about. I—” he shook his head. “I was afraid you had met someone else, that you were gonna pack up your things and take off while I was gone and I just…couldn’t.”

You stared at him. Long and hard, your eyes didn’t leave him. While you were stewing, killing yourself with fear and worry, so was he. You could have laughed, as cruel a joke it was.

“Wolffe,” you whispered, tears returning once again. “Wolffe, I’m pregnant.”

It was then his turn to stare, to not say anything as your words hit him. He was never an open book, but he was giving nothing with the blank look on his face and it hurt. Waiting all this time had hurt, waiting for him to react hurt.

“Please,” you begged, “say something.”

“You…you’ve been pregnant for well over three weeks,” he whispered, pain causing a quiver in his words. “And I didn’t even know. I wasn’t even here.”

Guilt, as potent and as painful as ever, drenched his words and covered his face. The urge to ease said guilt was immediate, body acting on its own as your hand reached out for him. “Wolffe—”

“Y/N,” he interrupted, pushing your hand away as he turned, refusing to even look at you. It hurt, it hurt so bad you didn’t even know how you were still standing, and yet you were. Standing there, eyes full of tears staring at the back of his head as he reached up and roughly swiped a hand down his face. “Y/N, I am…I am so sorry,” he took a deep, shuddering breath. “I am so sorry that I wasn’t more careful, because you deserve more than this.”

“No,” you shot out immediately. “Don’t—don’t talk like that,” you gasped out. You were crying, you were yelling, you were terrified. “I have been scared out of my mind this whole time, Wolffe! The entire time I was worrying myself to an early grave, and I was alone! And—and I did it because I fucking love you!”

He was looking at you now, arms down by his side and lips pursed. You didn’t stop to wonder what he was thinking about, the words leaving you in a loud ramble that had been stifled for far too long. This confession had been bottled up too tightly through the fear of it all, and now the top was blowing off.

“Do you really think I would be here alone if I didn’t love you? If I didn’t want you?” Your face was scrunched up, emotion having you in a vice grip as he listened. “Wolffe, do you think I haven’t thought about what this means? I’ve had three weeks to think about what I’m gonna have to do when you’re gone, three whole weeks to worry about it all! So don’t you dare,” you pointed a finger at him, taking a step closer, “come home and talk to me like you’re backing out for my sake.”

“Y/N—” he rasped your name softly, but you didn’t give him the chance to say anything more. You weren’t done, and you knew if you stopped those words would never be spoken, so you pushed on through. Your throat raw, words rough and jumbled together, you continued.

“I am so fucking scared,” you whispered, shoulders shaking as sobs managed to sneak through your words, “that you are going to leave me. But you do not get to blame it on me, shove that weight onto me to make it easier for you.”

“Y/N, it’s not like that,” he shook his head. “But you know me. I was made for one thing, and no child should have to deal with that thing.” He reached out, grabbing your hands and holding them tightly. “I can’t give you the life that you both deserve, I can’t be that man that’s good enough for this.”

The words you whispered brought tears to his eyes, broke down every wall the soldier had ever built in his entire life. “You’re the only man I know that’s good enough for our lives.”

Lives.

Plural, more than one.

You were not just you anymore. It was you and baby, connected in the most personal way. It was the first time you’d said anything like that out loud, actually brought it into the open to be heard.

“Knowing that you are who you are is what makes it worth it,” you continued, pulling one hand out of his grasp to instead place it on his cheek; a gesture made in the very name of tenderness, for you were no longer angry nor yelling. You were confessing, pouring out heart and soul to the only person you trusted. “Wolffe, you are the best man I know. You are not a liar, you are not a quitter, and you are not a coward. You are loyal, you are brave, and you are a lover. Part…part of what got me through these last few weeks was the fact that I never doubted you’d come home, because you told me you’d always come home. I believed you, and I haven’t had a reason not to ever since.”

Your hand slid from his cheek down to the side of his neck, eyes dropping for a moment. “I—I thought you might walk away, at least a part of me did. That you’d come back like you said, find out and get scared off,” your words got thicker, harder to get out as you began to cry again. “You have tried so hard for me, and you have done so amazing, Wolffe, I promise, but I thought this would be too much. That…that you’d cut me off before you got in too deep, and I’m so sorry to doubt you like that,” you shook your head at the look on his face.

“C—Cyare,” he gasped out, choking on a sob that was never meant to show itself. “I am so sorry that you were alone, and afraid, because of me. You,” he grabbed your face with both hands, cradling you gently as he looked at you with all the fear, love, and pain only a man who was in it for the long run could experience, “you are only light in this galaxy that matters, and it has scared me every day since I met you. But I don’t think there's a force out there that could make me walk away from you, because I am yours. If—if loving you means that I am a lover then you’re right, because I love you, Y/N, with everything I have. I will always come home, and I will never quit fighting for the life that you deserve…that you both deserve.” He cleared his throat, lowering his head for a moment before he looked at you again.

“The Kaminoans never taught us what love was, we weren’t supposed to know that emotion, but I have learned it. From my brothers, General Plo, and you, Cyare; and to me, love is being afraid and doing it anyway. Love is easy and not all at the same time, and that’s how it’s meant to be. If I walked away from you after this, then that means I haven’t learned a kriffing thing.”

It had been scary. It had been tough. It had been emotional.

But it had been worth it. Waiting had been worth it. Wolffe had been worth it. You loved him more than life itself, and now you knew that he felt the same. Together, through the fear of it all, you would love your baby.

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#the witch: writes #—star wars #—signed; wolffe #commander wolffe #commander wolffe x reader #commander wolffe x you #commander wolffe imagine #wolffe x reader #wolffe x you #tw pregnancy #cw pregnancy #clone wars imagine #the clone wars imagine #tcw imagine #tcw wolffe #dad!wolffe

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redbean-nom · 8 days

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honestly echo is probably going to die heroically in the next two episodes. he's not with rex, gregor, and wolffe in rebels, he's not with the greater rebellion, and Echo Base exists.

what i'm more curious about is when cody gets his own heroic sacrifice. he's not with rex and he's not with obi wan, so unless he also fell in a sarlacc or got carbonited, he's definitely dead.

anyways, the last episode's title is The Cavalry Has Arrived. and who could be a more fitting "cavalry" than Cody?

#star wars #tbb #the bad batch #tbb s3 #tbb finale #tbb predictions #commander cody #redbean talks #imagine they're all trapped and the commandos are closing in #the batch is injured/down #rex is stunned or cuffed or something #then someone from above snipes cx2/scorch/whoevers in command #and cody drops down to save everyone #cue emotional mid battle reunion between rex and cody #and honestly the whole batch and cody given that he seems to have a tendency towards adopting younger mutant clones lol #the base starts blowing up in the background and more stormtroopers/chipped clones run in as reinforcements #cody stays to hold them off while everyone else runs #and echo runs back to stay with cody #framed parallel to his death in the citadel #but this time they're both sacrificing themselves not for the mission but for their brothers #(mostly for rex)#and then by the time of rebels rex sees it as cody & echo sacrificed themselves so that he could continue saving brothers #but now he only has wolffe and gregor. the clone rebellion failed; he failed; their deaths were for nothing #so he doesn't want to return to the rebellion #because he's afraid he'll fail again #given that rex supplied the list of bases (now apparently left over from his time as rebellion leader) no way echo base is a coincidence #wolffe probably formally retired given that he's still on speaking terms with imp leadership in rebels #(also v funny that wolffe's imp buddies skype call him somewhat regularly in rebels #while being completely unaware of rex hanging out in the back)

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ironmandeficiency · 2 years

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mama wolf

pairing: wolffe / reader

word count: 692

summary: since dating wolffe, you are quickly put in loco parentis with the rest of the pack.

a/n: this is just a soft blurb abt taking care of the wolfpack during leave i wrote ages ago

as wolffe’s almost-riduur, you had taken up the helm as an authority figure to the rest of the pack

the same way wolffe was commander on the field, you were commander when they were on leave

this meant that when the ‘pack was on leave, your house was never empty. members of any and all ranks, even a few shinies, would find themselves crowded into your home

you invested in several chairs and extra food after the first time they corralled into your living room and several had to sit on the floor (lesson learned real quick)

you just got home from work when wolffe commed you saying that he’d be planetside again in a matter of hours (read: me and several of the boys are gonna be hungry for a home cooked meal and will be homeasap)

now wolffe alone had the appetite of a dozen banthas, and you didn’t want him to go without for his brothers (which he already did constantly) if you didn’t cook enough. so foregoing sleep for now, you got comfortable and got started in the kitchen

breakfast for today was pancakes and bacon, which were easy to cook and a quick favorite among the pack. you can’t go wrong with pancakes and bacon, especially not if you put bacon INSIDE the pancakes (thank sinker for that idea)

who had time to count pancakes? not you. you just poured, flipped, and plated for what seemed like minutes (really was hours) until you heard a commotion outside of your front door

wolffe knew the code so there was no need to knock, and just as you predicted, upwards of twelve members of the wolfpack were led by their commander into the house, several immediately commenting on how great it smelled

your riduur approached you first, giving you a soft yet deep kiss and a hug before grabbing a plate heaped high with pancakes and bacon

one by one you were being hugged and given kisses on the cheek by every clone there as a thank you for the food. you hugged them all back, thankful they had taken showers before coming

once everyone had a plate made, you made your own and immediately approached wolffe, who patted his thigh as an invitation to sit that was immediately taken up on. he had one arm securely around your waist and his chin on your shoulder, and a warm smile that had a few of the shinies very shocked

you and the boys made pleasant conversation while you ate, enjoying the company of your wolffe and his brothers, happy they survived the last campaign

wolffe was the first to notice that you were getting sleepy. you lean into him more and your replies grew slurred. soon the others noticed this as well, beginning to talk quieter than they had been

then he did the math. it would’ve taken you hours to have done all of this cooking, and on nights when you worked late you wouldn’t get home till almost the wee hours, which led him to the conclusion that you’ve been awake since the previous morning

he was upset that you put yourself in such a tired state for him and his brothers, but the fact he had a riduur who would do that warmed his heart

your dutiful wolffe sets your plates on the coffee table before standing with you in his arms, carrying you to your bed. he gets you comfortable before going back out to the common room

his brothers could tell wolffe was trying to wear a scowl, but it didn’t quite work. he just couldn’t bring himself to do it when he’s relaxed at home

instead, he just puts his hands on his hips and lowers his voice enough to both let you sleep and convey the severity of what he’s saying

“you can stay, but if you wake her, you’re dead” everyone nods and they each give him a quiet “yes sir”

satisfied that they got the message, he removes what little armor he still had on and takes his rightful place next to you in bed, holding you while you slept

#commander wolffe x reader #commander wolffe #star wars the clone wars #star wars reader insert #star wars imagines #swtcw #star wars fanfic #wolfpack #commander wolffe imagine #wolffe #sergeant sinker #lieutenant boost #boost #cc 3636 #sinker

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venusacrossthestars · 11 months

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Could you do a wolffe x s/o reader who is not a jedi, where the reader has just had a nightmare and needs comfort? With cuddles?

Nightmares

A/N: I am a big wimp when it comes to horror movies, I hate them with a passion and REFUSE to watch them. Anyways this was super fun to write and like I said I am making writers block my bitch. THIS IS NOT PROOF READ

You knew it was a bad idea to come here, you should’ve stayed in the safety of your bed instead of letting your friend drag you off world, away from your lovers arms.

The shadows seemed to grow the more you looked at them. The creaks of the abandon building you’ve hid yourself in seemed to become louder and louder, seemingly working with the cause of the shadows to lead right to you.

You had no where to go, no one to call for help, your “friend” had vanished the second the two of you stepped foot on the desolate moon. The shadows and noises continued to grow closer and no matter how far you ran there never seemed to be an exit in sight.

After one too many wrong turns you were faced with nothing but a metal wall, sealing you in the abandoned warehouse. This was it, you were doomed. If you thought the shadows and noises were loud before they were deafening now.

Before they sounded like gibberish, like a child who had yet to learn basic. Now they held a chilly clearness to them.

“Y/n,” the noises called.

“Y/n,” the noise dragged out

“Y/n,” but how did they know your name?

Before you could question it any further the shadows had caught up to you. They creeped around the corners snuffing out any light that seeped through the cracks of the base boards. If possible they seemed to gain speed as the circled you, sinking their dark claws into your shoulders. The harder they gripped you the louder the shadows became, screeching your name.

You shot up with a panic, glancing all around your room. There was no swirling sounds, and the only sound filling the room was your panting breaths and the quiet sound of Wolffe asking you if you were alright.

“Breathe, in and out. Deep breaths.” Wolffe instructed you rubbing your shoulders, “I need you to look at me and breathe Sweetheart, can you do that for me?”

Giving him a slight nod you did as instructed. After a moment your heart rate and breathing returned to normal. You brought your hands to your face and rubbed your eyes, trying to erase the nightmare from your mind.

“You were whining and kicking me in your sleep, are you alright?”

“Yeah,” you respond, voice slightly cracking.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Its stupid, I don’t want to bother you with it.”

“Anything that upsets you is not a bother to me,” Wolffe coaxed you, “you can tell me anything.”

“No, its like really stupid,” you tell him only to receive a pointed look in return. “Fine. So Sasha, you remember my friend Sasha right?” Wolffe only gives a slight grunt in answer to your question. “Well she comm’d me today asking if I want to see this new holo-film that came out over the weekend. And well I haven’t seen her in forever that I agreed without asking the what the holo-film was about. Well turns out it was a horror.”

“You despise horror holos,” Wolffe blandly states.

“Yeah I know, but we were already there and she already bought the tickets before hand and I couldn’t just bail on her.”

“Some friend.”

“She forgot! It was an honest slip of the mind.”

“Which one was it?”

“Shadows and Screams, the sequel.”

“Have you even seen the first one?”

“.... no” you squeak out.

The only response you get from Wolffe is an eye roll, which speaks all the words you need. He huffs back down to his side of your bed. Still sitting up from where you jolted out of your sleep you stare at him, honestly too afraid to fall back asleep.

Wordless he opens his arms and you crawl right into them, instantly curling into his side savoring his warmth. His arms come to wrap around you, locking you in. Closing your eyes you take a deep shaky breathe in.

“You’ll be okay. It was only a movie, besides I would never let anything happen to you.”

Opening your eyes you at Wolffe only to see him already staring down at you, “I know.” You lean up to press a soft kiss to the underside of his chin.

#star wars imagine #tcw wolffe #tcw x reader #commander wolffe x reader #commander wolffe #commander wolffe x you #commander wolffe imagine

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mandos-mind-trick · 11 months

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The Thing About Soulmates...

Okay, so I've been wanting to make a post like this for a while, I just haven't gotten around to doing it until now. I considered kind of dropping bits and pieces of stuff like this into the fics themselves, but then I decided I really wanted to make them all about the clones and that this kind of stuff might take away from that a little bit. I also wanted to leave things a little bit intentionally vague because I feel like it sort of adds to the more common understanding of soulmates in the galaxy and how little is really understood, at least from the common being's perspective.

So I'm making a sort of master post explaining a little bit deeper in detail about soulmates and clones and the Republic and how they all kind of work. That, and I know not everyone is going to want to read the entire series so sprinkling bits in every fic wouldn't really work if someone prefers not to read one, they might miss it. So here's what's gonna be a really long post about how soulmates work in my AU.

So, I've touched a bit in the fics about this thing called Fate. Most of the readers call the thing that designates soulmates and their links "Fate." It's a sort of invisible force that is sort of omniscient and a bit omnipotent. In the Wollfe Soulmate AU, the idea of Fate gets addressed a little deeper, simply because the reader's culture heavily believes in Fate being this all knowing, guiding force and things will just happen because they're fated to. There's also probably some species and cultures that even view Fate as being a sort of deity almost.

In reality, though, "Fate" and the Force are the same thing. The Jedi understand that it's the Force that's creating these connections and driving people to each other. Every being in the galaxy is made up of midi-chlorians, but some have more than others which is what allows them to be sensitive to the Force, blah blah blah we all know that much.

It's a bit simplified to say that it's the midi-chlorians making the bonds between people. They do play a role, at least in forming the physical side of the bonds. Marks, dreams, all the ways soulmate links can present themselves, the midi-chlorians have a hand in, and the physical feelings one experiences when touching their soulmate is brought on by the midi-chlorians reacting and interacting with each other.

But it's ultimately the Force that's behind the matching, the influencing of actions that lead soulmates to each other. How exactly the links work, how they're able to influence such strong emotions and feelings is still relatively vague because that's just something that can't really be put in words. It just is.

Allowing the soulmate bond ultimately makes the two stronger. Two Force-wielders who are mated together, if they allow the bond to form, would be able to utilize the Force better and ultimately be stronger in the Force by allowing the Force to flow through their bond.

That's partially why the Jedi enforce rejection.

I like to think many many many thousands of years ago, the Jedi did allow soulmate bonds, as it did allow for them to be stronger in the Force, but it came with the downside of weakness with one's emotions. Since soulmates invoke such strong emotions, trying to remain balanced in the Force can become harder. That's why so many fell to the Dark Side and there were so many Sith. The Jedi had to decide that, while rejecting your soulmate made you weaker in the Force, and also caused some pretty agonizing physical symptoms, it kept the temptation of the Dark Side at bay.

So the Jedi, for thousands and thousands of years, had to reject their soulmates once they inevitably met. This practice continued into the time of the Clone Wars, though, as we'll see shortly, not all Jedi necessarily agreed.

The decision on the Kaminoans part to make the clones reject their soulmates was easy, since they were tasked with creating perfect, loyal soldiers. It was unknown early on whether the clones would even have their own soulmate links, seeing as they are clones, but it became very prevalent early on that they do, in fact, all have unique, individual soulmate links. That stems from the Jedi being able to tell all of the clones individually in the Force, proving that though they may be genetically the same, they're still all individuals.

The Republic was quick to agree to the same rule that clones should not be allowed to form bonds with their soulmates, and the Jedi were expected to uphold that rule if they discovered a clone had in fact found their soulmate. They needed numbers in their army, and having clones desert for their soulmate was not a good look, nor was it beneficial to the army trying to win these big, impossible battles.

While the Kaminoans were strict in enforcing the rule that all clones must reject their soulmates upon meeting, the Jedi were not. Though Jedi can sense the connection between two beings since it is based in the Force, many of them simply refused to, or were so busy they didn't have the time to. After all, it would be exhausting walking through thousands of clones, trying to sense a soulmate bond in just one.

And, most of the Jedi, unlike the Republic, viewed the clones as being individuals. Stripping yet another piece of their humanity away felt cruel. Not to mention, most clones didn't have the time to go through the process of rejection. Though the initial pain of the link being broken would fade eventually, the lingering pain and emotions was something that could last a lifetime. How can one be an effective soldier when they're still mourning the loss of half of their soul?

This led to many of the Jedi Generals choosing to ignore if they happened to feel a bond formed in a clone. Some upheld the rule, some even enjoyed enforcing it (*cough cough* Krell) but most just chose not to pay that much attention to the private lives of the troopers.

Obi-Wan is proof of that, in the Cody fic, he's the one who figures out reader is Cody's soulmate. Though he chose to uphold the Jedi Code and reject his soulmate (*ahem* Satine) since it would be far too complex for both of them to even try to keep it, he never forgot his feelings or what could have been. So of course, he's going to look the other way, despite being the one to figure out Cody had just met his soulmate.

Anakin also does not care to uphold the rule. He literally is secretly married to his soulmate so like...he's not gonna force his men to uphold something he didn't. I actually had a part written for the Rex fic where Anakin discovers them and of course reader freaks out but Anakin's just like "I trust Rex to keep my secret, so I'll keep his," but I decided to omit it cause that's kind of easy to figure out if Anakin ever did find out, he'd obviously keep their secret. Same with the others in his Battalion.

Aayla and Bly are literally married so that speaks for itself.

This is going to come up briefly in the Wolffe fic (which at the time of this being written has not been posted yet) but Plo Koon definitely has a "don't ask, don't tell" policy about his boys. He obviously cares deeply about the clones under his command and he's definitely not going to enforce that rule and force them through that, when really they don't need to. Obviously the war's gonna end eventually, and the clones deserve something to look forward to after. Even if he does figure it out, he's not gonna report anything. Let his boys be happy.

I chose to omit a lot of this simply because I wanted to focus on the clones and how just the general public in the galaxy understands soulmates. Obviously the Force is mostly unknown or mysterious to the general public so they're not going to have the understanding the Jedi do. I did want to kind of give a deeper dive into it for those interested and kind of explain that the clones and most of their Generals don't uphold the rule about rejection when it comes to them.

The original fic that actually started this whole series (that is also unfinished at the time of writing and posting this) takes a deeper look into soulmates and how they work from the Jedi's perspective. It touches more on how Force-sensitivity affects soulmates and vice versa, how soulmate links affect the Force and Force-sensitivity. It goes a lot more in depth into things like this versus just the more surface understanding the clones and most of the galaxy has about soulmates. I do plan on finishing it and posting it once I get the clone series done. I intended to post it first, but then it grew into more than just a simple one-shot and I got clone brainrot so I'm doing things a little backwards.

Anyway, I thought I'd post this just cause it would be fun and some people might be interested in getting a deeper look into things and how they work beyond just the explanations in the fics.

So I hope you enjoyed this nerd brain dump as much as I loved writing it.

#i'll be getting the wolffe fic out soon i promise #star wars fic #clone soulmate au #a bit of an info dump #my imagination astounds me sometimes

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clonememesfrikyeah · 11 months

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Imagine cybertronians (transformers) were relatively human sized and in the Star Wars universe during the clone wars. It would be a tough fight, like you got a bunch of several million year old sentient robots with abilities on one side, and several million beef cakes on steroids that have known nothing but droid killing their entire lives. Each side has their edges for sure, like a cybertronian sees their buddy get their neck snapped bare handed by some squishy human, and a clone watches their brother get murked by artillery they’ve never seen before. It would be an epic battle

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echoisbabe · 2 months

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Starved

Commander Wolffe x Reader

This is like after sex pollen? I’m not very good at writing smut so it basically hints at it. So nsfw?

Rushed ending because I’m exhausted and trying to write with a concussion is hard 🙃 hope everyone that reads enjoys and my request are open!

The mission had been a success, a wonderful experience until it wasn’t. You had never encountered such a powerful, yet deadly plant before. No text in the Jedi temple had prepared you for it. No amount of meditation could have prevented it, or help you understand. You wish a black hole could swallow you up but that isn’t likely to happen.

Walking the halls of the Triumphant felt like a task. With each sluggish step you took felt like you took two steps backwards, if that makes sense. Oh, nothing makes sense anymore. Your heart beats like a drum in your chest, but reminds you that you’re okay, you made it out alive. You had Wolffe to thank for that as well.

Wolffe had been the one to follow you into the jungle. You had been advised to wait for the guide to take you and the troopers back to the village but you were impatient. Why couldn’t you have just waited? What had been so important that you just had to go? Skipped right into the jungle like you knew everything.

You are partly glad it had been him and not one of the others. Partly because of your feelings for him, oh maker, your feelings for him had been amplified ten fold due to the effects of the plant. You had never seen him look so… so unsure, anxious even. He had stumbled towards you, his hands looked to have a shake in them.

“Wolffe, please” you remember the whine in your voice, the desperate tone laced with each word that came spilling from your mouth. His hands had cradled your face, his touch delicate but erupted a fire inside of you.

The sudden need for him, left him speechless. He stuttered over his word like all his training had gone within the instant he knew you were in trouble. You had confessed to everything, your feelings, your wants, your needs. In that moment it was him, he was the very thing that had breathed life into you. His touch awakening things that you had long forgotten.

Your door swooshing open brought you back to the present. You didn’t even remember putting the code in but you did. Once inside and the door had shut behind you, you begin to undress. Your body aches in ways it’s never ached before. Taking your time to get inside your refresher before pressing a few buttons and the water begins to rain down on you.

“I love you!” The words had clawed their way out from the deepest parts of you. You had crumbled in his arms begging for more, begging for him. He had been such a beautiful sight, one you can selfishly say is yours and yours alone.

However, you remember how your name had sounded coming from his mouth. How he repeated it like a mantra. His eyes had never left yours, its etched into your brain. You are sure it’ll be a lasting memory that you would revisit over and over again.

“Cyar’ika, oh maker, I love you” his words had been enough for you to come undone for him, and only him. He had been so gentle the first time but it wasn’t enough.

There’s a slight sting on your shoulder, and you bring your fingers to run over the surface of the mark. He had bitten you and a small smile forms on your lips. You didn’t even realize he done it. You are sure there are more marks littered along your body marks he had given you.

Once out of the refresher, you dress in your Jedi robes. You slowly sit on the floor. Trying to think of anything other than what had happened. You couldn’t tell anyone, not even your closest friends. You close your eyes, two thoughts clouding your mind. One, you should apologize and two just forgetting the whole thing happened.

However, you can’t just forget. Your whole self had been laid out for him to see. Even sides of yourself you had not known had been shown to you. You have to face it.

Wolffe sit in his barracks, he had just finished washing himself up. He didn’t know how to tackle something like this. Should he go apologize? If he didn’t go after you then this would not have happened. Yet, perhaps someone else would have stumbled upon you, his jaw clenches at the thought of one of his brothers being the one to find you in such a state. He wouldn’t have been able to protect you.

He has already convinced himself that everything you had said and done was due to the plant. He couldn’t let what happened ruin his friendship with you. Unless it’s already ruined. He really hopes it’s not. He should have just talked you into letting him bring you back to the ship. He could have put you in a bacta tank.

“Please, I need you” your voice had been so desperate, his forehead rested on yours, he didn’t have much time to think properly, you were in pain. Your lips had been so soft against his, the kiss alone and unlocked every feeling he had for you.

Every noise you had made, every word you had uttered echos in his mind. He could never forget it. He would revisit the memory and it would still be fresh in his mind.

“I would leave the Jedi order, for you and only you” the look in your eyes, like you spoke the truth. He would leave all this behind and follow you anywhere. He could selfishly admit that he is yours and you are his and only his. He would give you everything and anything.

He had been in love you from the start, the moment he had met you he had been lost in you. He spent days and weeks trying to figure out how to be next to you. In the end all it took was a simple conversation that lead to you never wanting to leave his side.

“Don’t let me go, Wolffe” you had pleaded and he broke down every barrier “I love you, I love you” the words laced together leaving you both gripping on to each other, trying to get closer. Lips finding each others, bodies moving as one and his lips had found your shoulder, leaving a sloppy kiss before he barred his teeth and suck them into your soft skin.

His body had moves before he has an idea where he’s going. He’s in the hall, practically running. He shouldn’t have let you go off on your own. He should have stayed at your side. Helped you into your room, helped you clean yourself off from everything. He stands at your door, his finger pressing in the code and door swooshes open. You stand before him, eyes bloodshot, hair still dripping. Your mouth opens but he shakes his head. He steps into the room and pulls you into his arms.

You’re both apologizing. He leads you back over to the bed, he lays you down before climbing in beside you. Your head rests on his chest, his heart is pounding in his chest.

“Stay with me” you whisper as you lift yourself up to look at him “I don’t regret walking into that plant, I don’t regret what happened, you’re all I want” you press your forehead to his and his hand cup your cheeks “I’m here, I’m not going anywhere” he lifts up to press a soft kiss to your lips.

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𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒

PAIRING: commander wolffe x gn!mechanic!reader

SUMMARY: long work days and slight carelessness lead to you and three attackers in a late night chase. where you will go, there is only one answer; the den of wolves. who you will call, there is only one answer; the leader of the pack.

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

RATINGS + WARNINGS: general audiences, mature themes, angst. mentions and descriptions of violence, clones using mando’a terms

NOTES: angst! fear! a bit of fluff? we have it all! wuv wuv wuv mr. wolffe. also i hit 200 followers!! what!! should i do anything special?!

STAR WARS MASTERLIST

Late.

It was late, the sky dark and the street lights on, and it was way past time to clock out.

A nasty habit of yours, letting work take over the entire day as if you did not have needs to be met and a life outside of tools and machinery. But what could you say? When faced with a problem that needed to be solved, you had to do just that. It mattered little when you were supposed to leave, when you should have taken a lunch break, or how dangerous the streets of Coruscant could be after dark.

The speeder before you had given you a run for your credits for the few days you’d had it in the shop you worked at, and you were hard pressed to get it running again sooner rather than later; so you let time keep running as one by one the building emptied, every other mechanic departing at the end of the work day instead of never letting it end.

Still, you did not care.

You were close, you could feel it. But alas, the rumble in your stomach and the ache of your limbs and back told you that it would have to be another day. As you slid out from under the machine and sat up, sharp pains settled in your head and fatigue weighed heavy on your eyelids.

“Fine,” you sighed, muttering to yourself as you cleaned up your area slightly. “Tomorrow, then. I’ll get you tomorrow.”

Your bag was thrown over your shoulder on your way out, but your feet moved on their own. You were not thinking, not paying attention to the route in front of you as your mind ran over the progress that had yet to be made, what you would eat for dinner, what Wolffe was doing, and so you were not aware of the wrong turns you had taken. Carelessness in the wake of caring too much had, once again, gotten you into trouble.

You were not in a good part of town, that much you knew, and after another turn you were made aware of the body tailing you. One soon turned into two, then three, and you can hear the blood pumping in your ears. What do I do? Where do I go? Who do I call?

It was a split second decision when you sprung forward, taking off faster than you knew you could go. Fear coursed through your veins, and you were running for dear life, but you did not know where you were going. You surely couldn’t go to your apartment, your home, that would be leading the foxes right to the henhouse.

Then, the answer became clear, bright flashing lights in your mind's eye. Whether it be instincts or just plain old common sense, it told you to lead them into the den of wolves.

The GAR barracks weren’t close, per say, but that mattered not when thundering footsteps echoed behind you, the occasional shout filling the space. Normally steady hands clumsily reached up to unbutton the breast pocket of your coveralls, pulling out a comm device and attempting to dial the one person you knew could—would—save you.

“Kriff,” you panted as you took a sharp turn, having to redial the comm code after messing up, but there was no answer. “Wolffe!” you yelled into the device, bordering on desperate. “Come on, Wolffe!”

Disappointment showered over you and dread filled your boots, making them all the more heavy as you willed yourself to keep going. You were hurting, body aching more than ever and screaming at you to stop, but you ignored it. Your lungs were on fire, trying to regulate your breathing as much as you could as you pushed yourself farther and farther, but you ignored it. Your eyes were bleary from lack of sleep and too much concentration combined with panicked tears welling, but you ignored it.

And then, just up ahead, the buildings housing the Clone Army on Coruscant came into sight, and hope almost had the audacity to bloom in your chest. You began yelling again, not caring about the ruckus you were causing because your stalkers had gained on you and were closer than you were comfortable with.

You risked a look behind you, and it was the downfall of your escape. You had unintentionally slowed, eyes trying to scope out the predators as they preyed on you, and one had reached out and grabbed you by the collar of your coveralls. You were yanked back, choking as you flew to the ground like a ragdoll and rolled, scraping your elbows and palms as you tried to brace for impact.

Paralyzing fear coursed through your veins as you trembled, looking up at the three beings who had chased you down as they gathered around you. They sounded accomplished, proud, as they drew closer, closing you in and trapping you. One reached out with a large and scaly hand and instincts once again graced you at the last second in the form of a leg shooting out and making contact with their knee. A satisfying crack! sounded out but your actions were met with retaliation that was anything but so.

Your head jerked back as a punch landed on your jaw and pain spread around your face instantly. The cry that left you was sharp and seemed to echo around the area, and yet nothing came to stop your attackers from continuing. A kick followed the last blow, driving into your stomach and knocking all of the breath out of you.

“Fucking bitch,” the one you had kicked growled, reaching out and grabbing your face harshly, lifting your head to make you look at them. “You’re going to regret that.”

“Oh, really?”

That voice, though it was one that belonged to many, could have only been from one man. Relief, in almost the purest form, washed over you as the rough hand let go and you turned to see white and gray armor.

The wolfpack had arrived, eyes glowing and teeth bared.

“Who do you think you are?” One of the assailants questioned, and the man with the cybernetic eye’s stride never faltered as he answered lowly.

“I’m your worst nightmare.” He was frightening, lethal, and that had begun to dawn on the lowlifes before him, but there was no chance of escape. Running was not possible, for when they turned to dash away, their path was blocked by more clones.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” one of them tutted, reaching out to roughly shove one of them back towards Wolffe.

It was quick, him fixing the problem. He did not play around, beat around the bush, play with his prey; no, the rage that filled him to the very brim was much too strong for that, much too white hot to be slow about things. He had made a name for himself amongst the Republic Army, and he was living up to it. Blood covered parts of his armor when he was finished, the scum lying in a heap before him as he ordered one of his brothers to call the police. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to calm himself even just a little before he turned to you.

He discovered that was easier said than done. Worry so potent and severe had built up inside of him since he heard your comm, growing all the more when he heard your yells and cries. You, in danger, was something that sent a streak of fear through an otherwise unshakable man. Wolffe did not often come undone, was not one to unravel, and yet when he was on his way to find you he felt himself on the brink. He hadn’t even asked his brothers to follow him, but some had heard your message and all had noticed the shift in their commander.

“Are you alright, mesh’la?” he questioned almost shakily as he crouched beside you. Tears had streamed from your eyes from the impact and pain of the blows dealt to you, and just the sight of it made his heart constrict. The bruising on your face and the hand clutching your stomach only made it worse, and he couldn’t stop himself from putting a hand on the back of your head. His gloves were filthy, stained, but he hardly cared.

Your only response was a nod of your head, though you still shook slightly on the ground. “I’m sorry I couldn’t answer your call, I was held up; but I heard it,” he apologized, emotion making the words come out thick. “I heard it, riduur, and I wasn’t gonna let anything get you.”

“I believe you,” you whispered hoarsely, throat raw from the screaming. “That’s why I came here. I knew you’d help.”

He sighed, trying to get it through to himself that you were alright, that you had made it. His eyes took note of your attire—grease stained blue coveralls with your name patch sewn on crookedly— and he sighed again. “Y/N, what are you doing leaving work so late?” His brows were furrowed and he didn’t look very happy, and it may or may not have been because he had specifically made it a point to tell you not to do that. He’d had a conversation with you, and mentioned it in passing numerous times, that you needed to leave the shop before it got too late and if you absolutely had to stay, do not go alone.

“It’s—” you started, having to look away from the face he was giving you, knowing that no matter how valid you felt your reason to stay so late into the night was, Commander Wolffe would not agree. “It’s that speeder I’ve had for a bit.”

“You left late because of a speeder?”

The question was incredulous as it came from over your shoulder, as if it was the most ridiculous thing ever. Perhaps because it was. You sheepishly looked behind you, eyes landing on another clone clad in gray and white. His helmet was off like the rest of the 104th at the moment, and he looked down at you with a quirked brow.

With warm cheeks, you nodded slowly. “Yeah, I’m a bit dedicated.”

Wolffe chuckled, lowly and almost undetectable, but his shoulders shook nonetheless. “Yeah, and it just might be the death of you one day.” He stood up straight, extending a hand out to help you up.

You accepted, spirits already rising again in the presence of your beloved, and cracked a small smile. “Oh, mesh’la, you wouldn’t be so lucky.”

In a rare moment of wearing his heart on his sleeve, Commander Wolffe put his arm around your shoulders, his smile growing at your use of mando’a. Around him, his brothers watched in awe and amusement. “No, it wouldn’t be very lucky at all.” He began to lead you away from the scene, in the direction he knew your home was, still holding you. Behind him, his brothers followed.

“So, Commander,” Boost piped up, and he could already tell he was going to stretch this out. “When were you gonna tell us you were basically married?”

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