#alpha 17 fic

[wanderinginksplot]

Captain Alpha-17

Alpha-17 is part of the original batch of clone troopers. Trained by Jango Fett himself, the Alpha troopers are more intense than many of the following generations. After a few successful missions with Obi-Wan Kenobi, Alpha-17 was assigned to train ARC troopers on Kamino. 

Alpha-17 + “Hey. Look at me.” + Dark - gn!reader - 5.1k words. You have information about a new Separatist weapon. Alpha is assigned to deliver you to the Republic. 

Alpha-17 + Plus-Sized Reader - gn!reader - 2.2k words. An ill-advised scrolling session leaves you feeling insecure about your appearance. Alpha has some thoughts. 

Alpha-17 + Sick Reader - gn!reader - 4.2k words. You’re on a mission and don’t have time to be sick. Even if everyone in the running bet wants you to be. Fortunately, Alpha isn’t willing to let you be sick, either.

Series: Alpha-17 x fem!reader

Gar Cabur  - 94k words. You are sent to Kamino to compile a report on the clone troopers. You find more than you bargained for with a compound of flirty cadets. Alpha decides to help you out. 

Gar Cyare  - 63k words (and ongoing). The early days of your relationship with Alpha are filled with challenges - both external and between the two of you. 

[zoeykallus]

Not sure if u write for Alpha 17, but if u do, can I maybe get a fem or GN reader experiencing the “all the little bad things build up and suddenly I’m crying and can’t stop goddammit” feeling and Alpha comforts them? (If not alpha then the tbb boys and/or Rex) ty :)))

I don't know much about Alpha 17, just a side story from a book and one or two comics, but I'd like to give it a try if you don't mind.

Alpha 17 x Fem!Reader - Hold Your Head Up High

Warnings: Hurt/Angst/Comfort

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You are having a really bad day, things seem to go all south. You get comfort from a very unexpected person.

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Your lungs are already burning. You've been running from one office to another all day. Your way leads you again and again across the training ground of the clone unit that is being set up and trained here. The soldiers see you running past again and again and surely think you have been stung by a tarantula.

Being Tarkin's assistant was a hard, ungrateful job. He was never satisfied, demanded a lot and showed no consideration. You slept badly, the stress of work just wouldn't let you go. That's why you overslept, took the wrong documents with you, and now you were in a hurried panic to get all the documents to the right offices. Tarkin expected you to do it personally and not to send couriers. It was sensitive data that should not be sent digitally.

You knew he would fire you without batting an eye if you failed. But you needed this job, you were already behind on the rent.

There was only one more office to go, but you were running out of time. A noise behind you distracted you, you glanced over your shoulder as you ran. The next moment, you slammed into something so hard that your ears rang. You bounced off hard, fell on your butt, and the papers fell to the floor.

Your skull hurt.

"Ow!"

A deep voice growled, "Sorry, but maybe you should look straight ahead when you run around like that."

You looked up. A clone armor, a commander if everything didn't deceive you. But he seemed taller and much broader than other clones.

You rubbed your hand over your temple, then your eyes fell on the papers scattered on the floor. Panic-stricken, you began to gather the papers together. The clone watched you silently. Your skull hurt so much, it was sure to bruise badly, you had slammed your cheek pretty hard against the chest protector of his armor. When you got up from the ground you were so dizzy that you almost fell over. The clone held you by the shoulder so you wouldn't fall again.

"Thank you. I don't have time now," you stammered and staggered on.

You came too late. Tarkin didn't even talk to them personally to fire you. He sent you the message by com. You were too horrified and angry and disappointed. You rushed into the nearest public restroom and started crying. Every time your face contorted, your whole head hurt.

When you looked at yourself in the mirror, your cheek was red and blue and swollen thickly under your eye. You looked terrible, as if someone had beaten you up.

You sniffled and angrily wiped away your tears when you heard that deep voice behind you again.

"You're in the men's room."

You wheeled around startled and saw the muscular clone from before. He lifted his head and sucked in the air sharply from under his helmet.

"Kriffin hell, this looks bad. Looks like you hurt yourself more on my armor than I thought. But that's no reason to cry, is it? Does it hurt that much?"

You sniffled in annoyance and said, "It hurts yes. But that's not why I'm crying. I just got fired. Our collision cost me valuable time. Tarkin has no sympathy for that."

The clone nodded.

"Trakin, huh? Yeah that one is stricter than most of the others put together. "

He took off his helmet and tucked it under his arm, stepping a little closer. He definitely had the face of a clone, a little beefier, but definitely a clone.

"Let me get a medic from my unit to take a look at this".

He grabbed your arm and led you out of the restroom to the barracks. You were shaky and still agitated, letting the treatment wash over you with a quiet thank you, and were about to leave again when the clone takes you aside.

"They call me Alpha 17, by the way."

You had heard of him before, one of the best, if not the best.

"Thanks Alpha" you said and wanted to go on, but he held you back.

"You showed full commitment, maybe not on the battlefield, but still you were determined to perform. You didn't deserve the way Tarkin dispatched you. Don't hang your head. You can find a better job, one where you are appreciated."

His fingers gently touched your chin to lift it.

"Hold your beautiful, if at the moment demolished, head high. I don't want Tarkin to see that he hurt you."

You blinked as he showed you a small smirk. You took a deep breath and smiled.

"Hey I heard Nala Se is looking for an assistant. If you want I'll put in a good word for you. The Kaminoans pay pretty well, I hear."

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[somestorythoughts]

So there's posts and fics with Alpha-17 as an Arc trainer.

Echo probably had to do a lot pf physical therapy/training after he was rescued. Alpha-17 from what I've picked up of the comics probably had to do the same.

So how about Alpha-17 looking at this trooper and he remembers training him and his brother, who's gone now, and knows the two of them were competent as fuck even if he's not gonna tell them that, can't let the younger vod get cocky, and he's all too familiar with grieving and recovering SO the day after Echo and the Batch land on Kamino he shows up in the training room they're using just like "come on you little shit time to get you back into shape."

And Echo just turns to Tech and goes "Maybe you should have left me in that stasis chamber."

The Batch just kinda blinks at that cause they haven't heard him joke much and Alpha-17 just goes "still a little shit. good. now get your ass over here before I have to come get you."

[sun-roach]

Fox: Alor, I will-

Thorn: Isn’t it weird to call your vod'ika that?

Fox: *irritated and tired * what?

Thorn: Cody?

Fox: Cody is—- what?

Thorn: Well i don’t think you would call Prime that. I heard you once tried to bite him. Also he is dead

Fox: I tried to bite Alpha-17, not Prime

Thorn: lmao why?

Fox: I called him buir and had to cover up my mistake

Thorn: Awww Fox-

Fox: Do you want to take over my next patrol? Choose your next words wisely

Thorn: You shabuir <3

Fox: *snorts and rolls his eyes *

*Flashback*

Fox: Vor'e, buir!

Alpha-17: … what?

Fox: !… *tries to bite Alpha-17's hand *

Alpha-17: You little shabuir! That’s 3 laps for you, cadet!

Fordo: *raises a brow and watches Fox run*

Alpha-17: He called me buir

Fordo: ….

Alpha-17: He called me buir *grumbled sob*

Fordo: *pats seventeen on the shoulder *

[padawansuggest]

Obi-Wan in his natural habitat in the temple sleeps in a loft bed (it was supposed to be storage he said cat instinct and turned it into a loft bed they’re shockingly common with Jedi tbh tho) and under 17 fluffy blankets with a pregnancy pillow (he’s not pregnant he just can’t sleep off his stomach if he don’t got one and sometimes autism requires squishing to keep it all down) and three more fluffy blankets on top of him. He has an optional Padawan or pet (not really a pet, just whomever followed him how from the gardens today) in bed with him also. And he’s got a projector on the wall and has a night stand with water and gaming devices so he can survive up there forever.

The clones, who have learned to sleep with full kute coverings and usually without blankets or pillows cause they just pass out on each other, most of whom identified with their Jedi for having similar sleeping types if they weren’t human, realize they are quite horrified by his Stewjoni nesting instinct. And he’s offended and refuses to sleep with any of them till they apologize to his favorite stuffed animal for insulting his HOUSE. Fuck you bitches he and Master Sparkle Bantha deserve better.

Cody is groveling while Alpha is still trying to negotiate a less intense number of blankets and Anakin is just shaking his head like ‘it’s not worth it Bro’ and Alpha is like ‘shut up ur an omega too you brat’ and that’s the last straw, you called them omegas now Cody is asking what an omega is and Alpha is trying to figure out how to keep his AO3 account hidden from his vod’e and nvm he’ll sleep in the barracks forever-

Obi-Wan holds this info over his head like a guillotine and convinced him to get in the damn nest right this second and cuddle him better.

If you don’t sleep with at least two comforters and a queen sized fuzzy blanket then I don’t trust you. Yes I refuse to trust my sister and wife okay. Everything in the world has a downside and that’s theirs. My bed is half dragon hoard of yarn and squishmallows. I’m not changing for anyone.

Anakin’s bed is 90% pillow and squishmallow and 10% blanket. Padme uses a thin cotton blanket and lets him burrito wrap himself and uses him like a body pillow while he’s captive in the blankies.

[workingchemistry]

Alpha’s cadets had been unanimously dubbed ‘the problem’ and he resented it for the accuracy.

Speaking of problem children.

Alpha doesn’t bother hiding his amusement at Wolffe’s hesitant approach or his judgment at the need for hesitation. “Thirty-six.”

Wolffe salutes. “Seventeen.”

“You know better than to let Tenten wind you up.”

“Have you ever tried to not fight Fox when he’s set on it?” Wolffe grimaces in clear annoyance. Being off Kamino has been good for him. He’s nothing like the blank commander Alpha had sent marching away into a ship.

Alpha would always regret that a blank front would be his last memory of Ponds. He’s selfishly, desperately pleased that the others have lived long enough for him to see them.

He glances away to focus on the traffic outside the window. “You forget that Fox was the one I met first.”

His boys can use their names out here if they want.

Fox doesn’t feel safe enough to use his name here.

Fox doesn’t feel safe.

[vodika-vibes]

oh may I request the "if you had the guts, [name], you would have kissed me." "you think something is stopping me from doing that right now? prompt for Alpha-17? I just love that big grump 🥹

thank you very much:)

Challenge

Summary: You're at a medical seminar, and Alpha-17 is there to play bodyguard for you. And your relationship changes.

Pairing: Alpha-17 x F!Reader

Word Count: 1930

Warnings: Smut, shameless smut

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: This wasn't going to be smut when I started to write it, but Alpha took control and said that this is happening, and I'm apparently weak for him. I'm so sorry if this isn't what you wanted.

Divider by Saradika

“This place is awful,” Alpha-17 grumbles as he folds his arms over his chest and glowers at a scrawny Doctor who looks like he’s about to come over and talk to you.

“You didn’t have to come to this seminar, Alpha.”

“I’m following orders,” He replies sarcastically. “General Ti said you needed a bodyguard. So here I am. Guarding your body.”

“Hm…and what are you guarding my body from, exactly?” You ask, as you flip through the brochure, “What kind of food do you want me to order for us tonight, by the way.”

“Hm?” He glances at the brochure over your shoulder and taps a restaurant, “They have good curry, according to someone else’s bodyguard.” Alpha replies, though he doesn’t finish answering your question until you grabbed the menu for the restaurant that he indicated, “Anyway, I’m apparently protecting your body from horny scientists.”

“...wait, what?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Are you seriously scaring off potential dates? Alpha!”

“You don’t need a date. You’re here for work, remember.” Alpha snarks.

“You sound jealous.”

“I’m pretty sure that guy can’t go up a flight of stairs without needing to pause to catch his breath.” Alpha says snidely, “He definitely wouldn’t be any fun in the sack.”

“Why are you even thinking about my sex life?” You ask.

“I have a lot of free time.”

“Which you spend thinking about me being naked.”

Alpha tilts his head and drags his gaze down your body, humming thoughtfully, “I have a very vivid imagination, princess.”

You scowl at him, and ignore the way that your face burns with the ease of long practice. You take a deep breath and look away from him, “You talk a good game, Alpha. But what would you do if I actually took you at your word?”

He arches an eyebrow at you, and you roll your eyes and shake your head.

“If you had the guts, Alpha, you would have kissed me already.” You say as you turn and meet his gaze evenly. Challenging Alpha is never a good idea, on account of the fact that he always wins. But you’re so tired of him flirting with you and then not doing anything about it.

Alpha straightens, and his gaze is locked on your face, “You think something is stopping me from doing that right now?”

“I don’t think you will. I think you’re all talk.”

Alpha stares at you for a long moment, absolutely silent, and then he smiles, slow and dark, “Okay.”

You pause and shoot him a strange look, “Okay?”

“Okay.” He repeats, his smile never once changing.

“Okay…” You say slowly, and then you turn your attention towards the brochure rack. However you expected him to react to your challenge, that wasn’t it.

You jerk when you feel his finger trail up your spine to stop in the middle of your neck, “You might just regret that, princess.” Alpha breathes in your ear, and then he’s no longer touching you.

You glance at him, he looks completely calm, though his gaze is locked on your face and the promising smile on his lips hasn’t wavered. You take a steadying breath, and turn to him, “Do you see anything you want to do?” You ask, as you motion at the stand.

He doesn’t take his eyes off of you, “Yeah, I do.” His grin grows when you shift slightly under his heated gaze, “But I don’t see anything on the stand I’m interested in.”

“Great!” You reply as you quickly spin away from him, “Then I’ll just grab a few of the restaurant menus and then we can go.” You hear him chuckle behind you, and you kind of want to pout. But you also brought this on yourself.

You grab a handful, necessary since you’re going to be here at this seminar for the next week or so, and then you turn to head towards the lift. Alpha, dutifully, trails after you and settles against the wall inside the lift.

He slams his finger against the button that shuts the door, causing the doors to slide shut before another scientist can enter the elevator with you.

“That wasn’t nice,” You say as the lift starts moving.

“I’m not nice.”

“Hm. I don’t believe that.”

“You just keep digging that hole, don’t you princess?” Alpha murmurs, his eyes glittering.

You consider him for a moment, and then you lift your chin, defiantly, “I still think you’re all talk, Alpha.”

His smile grows into a grin, and he reaches out to brush his thumb over your lower lip, “You know why I didn’t kiss you in the lobby?” He asks conversationally.

“Because you don’t mean it.”

“Because I fully intend to have you naked as soon as I have you in the room, and no one is allowed to see that but me.” Alpha growls out, “Especially not those scientists down there.”

Your lips part slightly, “Oh.”

His thumb presses a little harder against your lower lip, “Unless, princess, you’re not interested.”

“I never said that,” You reply immediately, and Alpha smirks at you, his gaze heated, but drops his hand as the doors open. He allows you to lead the way to the room. He waits patiently as you key in the door code, and he waits patiently for the door to slide shut behind him.

And then he’s on you.

Your back is pressed against the door, and his lips are warm and demanding against yours. He uses his teeth and tongue to devastating effect, and when he breaks the kiss, you’re flushed and breathless.

He takes a step away from you, and you whine low in your throat, “Alpha-?” As he backs into the room and settles on the couch.

“Come away from the door, princess.” He orders, his voice a low rumble. And you obediently step away from the door, and get to the middle of the room, before his voice stops you, “Stop there.” Alpha leans back against the couch, his legs splayed, as he palms the obvious bulge in his pants. He lazily frees his cock from the confines of his pants, and smirks at you, “See something you like, princess.”

Your gaze is locked on his cock, and you take half a step towards him.

“Did I say you could move, princess?” Alpha asks, his voice low.

You hesitate, but move back into the original position.

“Good girl,” He praises as he lazily strokes his cock, “Strip for me, my pretty girl. I want to see you.”

With shaking hands, you start peeling your clothes off. First your shirt and bra, and then your pants and underwear. And as soon as you’re bare in front of him, you fold your arms over your stomach.

“Beautiful,” He murmurs, his gaze hungrily dragging down your body. Alpha considers you for a moment, and then he smiles, “Come here, princess.”

You cross the short distance quickly, and Alpha pulls you to balance on his knee, rather than pulling you flush against him like how you wanted. “Alpha-” His name slips from you in a whine, and he leans in to kiss you, turning your whine into a sigh.

He pulls away and leans back against the couch, “Touch yourself,” Alpha orders, his gaze dragging down your body to linger on your pussy, “Make yourself cum, princess.”

Your fingers twitch towards his cock, and he laughs softly, “I know what you want, princess.” One of his hands ghosts across your breasts, and he rolls one of  your nipples between his fingers, and he’s rewarded with a moan, “Can you do this for me, princess?”

You release a shaky breath, but you nod, and your hand slides down your body. You ease in a single finger and you thrust slowly, as you twist your wrist so you’re able to rub the little bundle of nerves that brings you so much pleasure.

You fall into your usual habits, your free hand coming up to clamp over your mouth to muffle your needy moans. 

Alpha releases a growl and tugs your hand away from your mouth, “I want to hear you.” He threads his fingers with yours, and he’s not the least bit surprised when you tightly squeeze his hand.

And when you’re right there, right on the edge of reaching your climax, Alpha grabs your wrist and pulls your drenched hand away from your body. “No…’m so close….” you whine out, writhing on his lap for the friction that you need. Though you stop moving when Alpha takes your fingers into his mouth and starts licking them clean.

He releases your fingers, and pulls you a little closer, his lips catching yours in a heated kiss, and you moan at the taste of Alpha mixed with the subtle taste of yourself still on his tongue.

Your hips jerk when you feel the blunt head of his cock against your entrance, and slowly, very slowly, he pulls you down his hard length. He’s big, much bigger than your fingers or any of the toys you’ve used in the past. It’s a little uncomfortable, but as you settle fully on his length, the discomfort fades into pleasure.

Alpha breaks the kiss, his lips moving to your neck, as curses fall from his lips at the way you’re fluttering around him, “So fucking tight,” He groans, “Let me know when you’re ready to move, princess.”

You press your face against his neck, your hands curling tightly into his shirt, and you nod. Slowly you rock your hips, unsure about the unfamiliar position, and it takes you a moment, but you eventually find a rhythm that has the coil in your stomach winding tight again.

“That’s right, princess. Use my cock to chase your pleasure,” He groans in your ear, shallowly thrusting up into you.

You release a quiet whine when you realize that you can’t quite push yourself over the edge, “Alpha-”

“Shh,” He soothes you with a hand down your spine, “What do you need, Princess?”

“I can’t-”

“I have you.” Alpha murmurs, “Wrap your arms around me.” You do as he instructs, wrapping your arms tightly around him, and then he thrusts up into you roughly, as one of his hands slides between you to quickly roll his thumb over your clit.

And finally the coil snaps, and Alpha’s name falls from your lips like a prayer. And he continues fucking you though your orgasm, chasing his own release as he holds you tightly against his chest, praise falling from his lips as you slowly came down from your high.

His thrusts become shallow, and his lips crash against yours as he pulls you down around him, hard, and then he holds you still as he spills his release deep inside you. 

Alpha keeps you flush against him, staying buried deep within you as he presses lingering kisses against your neck and throat. And neither of you speak until you both have your breathing under control.

And then he tilts his head back to look at you, a smug smirk playing on his lips, “Do you believe me now?”

You blink at him, slightly bewildered, and then you pout, “Yeah. I guess.”

His smirk widens, and he lazily smoothes his hand down your spine, “So, Princess, how long do you think you need before round two?”

You release a breathless laugh, “Can we at least move to a bed, please?”

“Not a bad idea,” Alpha murmurs, “This time you’ll be under me, princess.” He kisses you deeply, and then stands, his arms strong around you.

[ficfinder-general]

Heyo I have a very broad ask that I, myself cannot properly find

Just Ahsoka being Obi-wans padawan with codywan on the side

Cody and Ahsoka being besties is also greatly appreciated

Hi,

I'm so so sorry about the late reply, I totally forgot about this ask, it was buried in my drafts. I can't recall many fics like this, but I've been trying to put together a tiny list.

Ahsoka as Obi-Wan's padawan

Handle with care by K_R_Closson - Qui-Gon survives & Stewjoni have wings in this AU, which makes for some interesting worldbuilding. BUT to be fair, this is more codywan with taking Ahsoka as a padawan on the side but it does happen this also happens later on, so minor spoiler alert Rated M (mostly for language, though, if I recall correctly), 75k, completed, fix-it

Bitter Dregs by Livsy - AU in which Anakin goes undercover during the Rako Hardeen arc. Ahsoka and Obi-Wan grieve and try to move on. Bonus small moment between Ahsoka and Cody, 5.6k long one shot

Alpha-17 Would Like A Fucking Break by BitterChocolateStars (@bitter-chocolate-stars) another AU in which Qui-Gon survived. It's told from Alpha-17's POV which makes it h i l a r i o u s but also both codywan and Ahsoka-as-Obi-Wan's-padawan are on the side. 15k long one shot, fix-it.

Careless to let it fall by Artemisdesari - This one is ongoing and pretty long already (140k atm!), and to be perfectly honest, I haven't read all of it yet, but I like it so far, and Ahsoka does become Obi-Wan's padawan :)

Cody & Ahsoka

At cuyir payt nor'be by onepageatatime715 - a ficlet, Ahsoka is looking for Obi-Wan but finds Cody, very sweet :)

[sunshinesdaydream]

Hello 👀 I would like to congratulate you upon your milestone reaching!

May a simple, humble, lowly simp ask for a Carmel topping ("so now it's *my* kid?") with a heaping big boy Alpha-17 scoop?

I'm looking forward to reading all these wonderful ideas of yours!

Congratulations again 🎉

Thank you so much for this ask! It actually inspired two ficlets, the other one will eventually be part of the Mission:Buir series. But for now, I hope you enjoy!

A Warrior's Spirit

Pairing: Alpha-17 x Fem!Reader Event: Sunshine's Follower Milestone (still open) Graphic dividers and Event graphics: by myself @sunshinesdaydream Rating: SFW WARNINGS: Pregnancy Contains: Badly translated Mando'a (translations at the end) Word count: 343

You are awake when he tries to slide into the bed and not wake you, he had been leading one of the training exercises for the potential ARC troopers that ran late into the night.  Most of the time it worked, at some point in the night he would slip in and wrap you in his strong arms and you wouldn’t wake until morning. Well, it worked all of the time except when you were already awake. 

You turn towards him with a quiet sigh of his name.

“Cyare, you should be asleep,” his voice somewhere between a grumble and a murmur. 

“I was, until your kid decided to use my bladder as a punching bag,” you pout, snuggling your face to his chest. He smells of fresh soap. 

“So now it’s my kid?” He teases in a low murmur. 

“Well, I can’t punch like that,” you reason, your face still buried against his broad chest. 

Alpha lifts your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “We’ll have to fix that later, then” he answers.  

After several long minutes of him holding you, he kisses the top of your head before shifting until he was able to gently kiss your stomach, then as he strokes the side of your stomach soothingly he begins speaking to the baby. 

“Udesii, ad’ika,” he says. “Gar buir cuyir haryc.”

As usual, the baby calms at the rumble of their father’s voice as you relax automatically with his presence. 

“Ca’nara nuhoyir, verd’ika.  Akaanir naka’tuur,” then he began to sing “Vode An” and then his remembrances as a lullaby.  Quieter, but his voice still carries the power of the full chant.

You reach down to run your fingers through his hair, still damp from the shower, and remember his answer when you had asked about his unconventional lullaby.  

“It doesn’t matter what they do with their life, what they decide to become. A legacy of strength and a warrior’s spirit will help them.” He had answered. 

You quickly fall off to sleep to the comforting sound of his voice.  

Mando'a Translation: “Udesii, ad’ika,” he says. “Gar buir cuyir haryc.” -"Calm down, little one," He says. "Your (Parent/Mother) is tired"

“Ca’nara nuhoyir, verd’ika.  Akaanir naka’tuur,” - "Time to sleep, little warrior. Fight tomorrow,"

"Vode An"- Link to YouTube video Wookiepedia of lyrics and translation

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[wanderinginksplot]

Gar Cabur

You are a Republic administrator, assigned to write a report on the clone army. You didn’t expect to find a planet full of flirty cadets. Alpha decides to help you with the problem. 

Eventual Alpha-17 x fem!reader 

Gar Cabur (Titled One-Shot: Alpha-17 + Lunch)  - 3.1k words. 

Gar Cabur (Alpha POV)  - 3.9k words. 

Sha-kajir (Over a Meal)  - 3.3k words. 

Riye (A Favor)  - 3.1k words.

Shupur (Injury) - 4.0k words.  

Onidir (To Sweat) - 3.8k words. 

Nibral (Failure)  - 5.6k words. 

Nibral (Failure) - Alpha POV - 5.3k words.

Tsikador (Get Ready) - 4.6k words.

Ramorla (Besieged)  - 4.1k words. 

Jurkad (Attack)  - 5.5k words.

Haatyc Or'arue Jate'shya (Better One Big Enemy) - 3.7k words. 

Shuk'la (Broken)  - 5.5k words.

Mirjahaal (Healing)  - 5.1k words.

Pel (Soft)  - 3.1k words.

Gaanaylir (Trap) - ARC trainees POV. - 7.7k words.

Gaanaylir (Trap) - Reader POV - 2.2k words. 

Tratyc (In a State of Collapse)  - 5.5k words.

Dar'Tome (Separated) - Drift POV - 4.3k words. 

Solus (Alone) - Both Alpha and fem!reader POV.  - 4.6k words. 

Vercopaanir (To Hope)  - 5.7k words. 

[deniigi]

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CC-2224 has always been the sharpest of the batch; he finishes his exercises early, soaks up information and repeats it with impressive accuracy. He already knows how to read and write nearly a year and a half beyond his age.

But now it’s all gone. Every bit of it.

CC-2224 doesn’t even know his letters. He smiles when CC-3636 tries to help him remember them. His handwriting is nothing as it was before: shaky, lumpy. He makes letters set in front of him but connects them to no alphabet or purpose.

He doesn’t engage with controls in simulations. Even his ability to feed himself is not half as sure as it was before.

And after a while, Alpha starts to realize that CC-2224 can pinpoint that something is wrong, but he doesn’t know what. He’s not reacting the way everyone else reacts at the arrival of one brother or another; he’s not able to work out the relevance of lessons.

And worst of all, his batchmates are wary of him. They, too, know that something is wrong.

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art of a moment between Alpha-17 and Cody from little bird, little bird.

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Seventeen, "Alpha" | Alpha-17

Clonetober 2022 #2

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Bodyguard - Part Three

Alpha is moving on to another assignment. That's bearable only because you are, too. And you have an idea how to spend your last week together...

Alpha-17 x fem!reader

Rating: Explicit. Minors, please do not interact.

Word Count: 4,200

Warnings: Mentions of past trauma and peril, language, mentions of secret workplace relationships, mentions of future dangers, inappropriate workplace activities, unprotected sex.

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“I expect you to get your work done,” Senator Julgum’s hologram reminded. Fortunately, it was a pre-recorded video, or he would have definitely objected to the rude noise you made in response to that. “Though I will not be there to supervise, I assure you that I will be checking in on your progress throughout the week.” 

You made a face as you let the rest of the recording play, internally deriding everything the senator had to say. Just the fact that he had seen fit to record a holomessage for you showed that he had clearly misunderstood his own role in the office. 

When the recorded message finally flickered twice and went dark, Alpha huffed a sigh beside you. If your expressions and reactions had been unprofessional, Alpha’s had been actively disrespectful, if not fully hostile. 

“Supervision,” Alpha finally growled. “What kind of supervision do you reckon he thinks he’s doing?” 

“I have no idea,” you said, shaking your head. “Hard to supervise when you spend most of your time fundraising or trying to ingratiate yourself with other senators.” 

“Doesn’t work.” Alpha wore a smug smile. “I’ve heard the chatter. No one can stand Julgum.” 

“Shock,” you said lightly, shuffling some flimsi around on your desk in an effort to neaten things up. “Ah, well. How many more days?” 

“Too many. Four. And you?” 

You didn’t even have to think about it. “Six. At least Julgum isn’t here.” 

“Be careful,” Alpha warned sternly. You frowned, waiting for his warning. Only a twinkle in his eyes gave his teasing away. “Julgum will be checking in throughout the week.” 

You pretended to gasp. “In that case, you’d better leave. I have work to do.” 

“Yeah, it’s busy around here,” Alpha scoffed, gesturing at the empty office around you. “So many people begging to work with the senator on his next well-thought-out proposal for a bill.” 

With a laugh, you said, “Oh, I see what happened. You’re thinking of your next job. When you work with Senator Amidala, you’ll be spending most of your time screening visitors and trying to keep her from getting into blaster fights with bounty hunters and war criminals.”

“I’ve heard. The jetii may not get the most reliable intel, but they try to prepare us when they can.” 

“Just promise me you’ll stay safe,” you requested. 

Alpha gave you an unimpressed look. “The day I get taken out by some Seppie aiming for Amidala is the day I deserve to go.” 

“That’s not a promise.” 

“It’s not.” Alpha gave you a calculating glance. “But if you’re so concerned, let me pull some strings. I can get you a position as one of Amidala’s aides. That way, you can keep an eye on me.” 

It was an old argument. You weren’t going to let him win it, but you had to appreciate his persistence. “Again, Senator Amidala only hires aides from Naboo. Even then, she gives priority to anyone who used to work as one of her decoys. I wouldn’t get an aide position with her, and that’s fine. Anywhere is better than here.” 

“I still don’t like the idea of you working for that maniac,” Alpha grumbled. 

You laughed openly. “Senator Organa is not a maniac. He’s outspoken, but he gets in fewer blaster battles than Amidala. Plus, they work together a lot. We’ll still spend a lot of time around each other.” 

Alpha frowned. “Are they fucking?” 

“Classy,” you remarked, already shaking your head in answer. “Senator Organa is famously devoted to his beautiful wife, and all of us aides think Senator Amidala has a secret boyfriend she sneaks around with.”

“Secret boyfriend?” Alpha repeated, a glimmer of interest in his expression. He claimed to be above petty things like gossip, but the captain loved ferreting out whether there was truth in a rumor. He didn’t necessarily tell anyone what he found, but he needed to know. “Maybe I’d better keep an eye out. He could be a security risk.” 

“Or you could leave it alone.” He didn’t seem convinced, and you shrugged. “Just saying, maybe we aren’t the ones who should be looking too deeply into secret relationships.” 

“Secret?” Alpha gave you an incredulous look. “Mesh’la, the only people who don’t know we’re dating are the ones who don’t pay any attention.” 

Arguing with Alpha was often less effective than trying to elbow through a durasteel wall, but you stood your ground. “Still, Julgum would have done his best to fire us both if he had known we were together. Maybe Senator Amidala is dating someone who would be considered inappropriate for some reason. Better to let them have their privacy.” 

“We’ll see,” was Alpha’s only answer. It was as good as him saying that he didn’t want to keep discussing it, and you weren’t willing to get into an argument over a senator’s love life, so you let it go. “And Julgum might have tried to get rid of us, but I was appointed by the Jedi.” 

“Nice for you,” you remarked, craning your neck to look at him. While you had occupied yourself by cleaning out your desk, Alpha had opted to pace around the small receiving area. “But I would have been out of a job.” 

“Maybe, maybe not.” Alpha’s smile was sharp, more a baring of teeth than an actual smile. “I can be very persuasive.” 

“Like that time you persuaded that delivery droid through the window?” 

“I didn’t like the way it kept buzzing around here,” Alpha said defensively. “And what did it turn out to be in the end?” 

“A Separatist spy droid,” you admitted readily. 

There was no point in denying it; that incident was legendary among the Senate aides. Not only had Alpha kept Senatorial secrets from being captured by the Separatists, he had used himself as a shield when the spy droid had tried to come after you. Half the aide pool had fantasized about Alpha for a month afterward. It had been hell. 

From the subtle grimace on Alpha’s face, he hadn’t forgotten the constant admiration either. Neither one of you had enjoyed that level of attention, but it had driven the two of you to be more openly affectionate. The teasing you had gotten from your coworkers and all of Alpha’s brothers had been worth it to stop watching everyone hit on your boyfriend. 

“Speaking of Julgum,” Alpha said, interrupting your tangled thoughts, “When is he supposed to be back?” 

“Three weeks from yesterday,” you answered automatically. 

Alpha snorted. “Not too concerned about being here for our last week on staff, is he?” 

“No.” You sighed. “At least we don’t have to deal with him. And my replacement will have some time to get used to the job before he gets back.” 

“Did they find someone for the position?” Alpha asked. 

“Absolutely not.” Idly, you picked up an outdated flimsi memo and tossed it into the wastebin. “Last I heard, they weren’t going to force any Senatorial aides into working with him. I guess word of the crash on Bogden got around.” 

“Of course it did,” Alpha confirmed. “I made sure it would.” 

“Alpha!” you chided, already laughing. “I told you not to do that!” 

He looked utterly unrepentant. “You did. I don’t know what you expected. He left us behind at a crash site. I know he didn’t come looking for us - I was conscious the whole time. I was designed to be left behind, but you? You’re defenseless. It was cowardly, not looking for you. Julgum and the pilot, but I already told the pilot what I thought of him.” 

“Is that why he quit?” Julgum’s pilot had suddenly given his notice and left before anyone could ask any questions. You had thought it was strange at the time, but you hadn’t followed up. 

“Probably.” 

“It’s a wonder Senator Organa agreed to take me on,” you muttered, gathering a pile of flimsi to be discarded. 

“He’d be stupid not to,” Alpha told you. The path he had been pacing through the room led him up to you. “Everyone knows what Julgum put you through. You’re the best aide the Senate has. Organa’s not the only one who knows it, either. You were getting out of here one way or another.” 

You stared at him. “And you didn’t think to tell me this before?” 

“I didn’t want that little ego to get out of control,” Alpha told you, tapping a spot at the dead center of your forehead. “‘Sides, isn’t it better that you waited for a position you actually want instead of one that’s just less bad?” 

“I guess,” you admitted begrudgingly as Alpha’s heavy hand settled on your shoulder. “Still would have been nice to know. It might have made it easier to put up with Julgum for the last few weeks.” 

The senator had been awful, even worse than his ever-horrible self. You and Alpha had planned to give him the news of your new assignments as late as possible and you still regretted giving that much notice.

“He’s been a real shabiir, hasn’t he,” Alpha mused idly. His fingers traced gentle circles over your collarbone, dragging the delicate material of your blouse along with the motion. “I might have to think up something special for him on our way out.” 

“I have something in mind.” Keeping a neutral face was difficult and you couldn’t be sure that Alpha didn’t see straight through your efforts, but you did your best. “But I would need your help.” 

You watched the struggle on Alpha’s face as he tried to figure out your game. Eventually, he took the bait. “Yeah? What were you thinking?” 

“I think…” You lost the battle, letting your lips slowly curl into a dirty smile. “I think we should spend a little quality time on Julgum’s desk.” 

Alpha’s blank face was much more difficult to read than yours, but you waited him out. “Did I ever tell you you’re clever for a civilian?” 

You beamed. “Not recently.” 

“You’re so smart, I can hardly stand it, mesh’la,” Alpha said. It didn’t sound like an exaggeration, and his eyes glittered with a new appreciation. “I think that would be the perfect way to get Julgum back.” 

“I agree,” you said, hastily shoving flimsi and datapads out of the way so you wouldn’t leave your desk a total mess. “Should we-? Oh. Wait. Julgum has cameras in his office. If he finds out about it, he’s the type to follow up and get us in trouble even after we leave. 

“Don’t worry,” Alpha told you. That wasn’t reassuring, especially when he patted a pocket. “I have a little friend with me.” 

You frowned, racking your brain for what he could possibly be referring to, but coming up blank. “I’m… sorry?” 

Alpha held up a small white puck, held between two fingers. “A video/audio disruptor. Temporarily shorts out all recording devices within a twenty-yard radius.” 

“That is helpful,” you agreed, reaching for it. 

As you plucked it from his fingers, Alpha frowned. “What did you think I was talking about?” 

The tone of his voice told you clearly that he thought you had assumed he was referring to his cock. No one blessed with multiple brain cells could see Alpha nude and claim that any part of him was ‘little’, so you had to stifle a grin. “I assumed you meant a condom.” 

“I have one of those, too,” Alpha told you, fishing in another pocket until he was holding a condom. “Preparedness is key.” 

“Of course,” you agreed, openly laughing then. “I’ll need a second to unlock Julgum’s door, but then we should be good to go.” 

“Bet I could slice that osik lock faster than you could use the code,” Alpha muttered. 

Twenty minutes ago, you would have taken him up on that bet as a way to alleviate the horrible boredom you were suffering. However, you had a much more enticing offer and you ignored him in favor of unlocking the door yourself. 

Julgum’s office was as plain and bland as it ever was. When you first started with him, you had expected it to be filled with the trinkets and displays of a vain man obsessed with his own power, but you had been wrong. Julgum didn’t spend enough time in his office to worry about frivolous things like decor. 

Alpha followed you into the office, closing the door behind you. He tapped at his vambrace for a moment, then pulled his helmet on. 

“What are you doing?” you asked curiously. 

“Checking the recording devices in the room,” Alpha told you, still wearing his helmet. The narrow slit of his visor was intimidating, even when you couldn’t be less intimidated by the man behind it. “None are active. We’re good to go.” 

“Perfect, now take it off.” 

“What’s wrong, mesh’la?” Alpha teased. “Don’t want to look at my pretty bucket up close?” 

“It’s a nice helmet,” you admitted. “But we both know I like how you kiss.” 

The helmet was removed in an instant, tossed almost carelessly onto the floor. Alpha ignored the way you chided him in favor of stripping off the plates of armor attached to his body glove. When he was finally standing in front of you in the form-fitting black suit, you only had a moment to admire him before he was kissing you.

You hadn’t been lying about the way Alpha kissed. His lips were gentle but insistent, drawing you further and further into him until kissing him felt more important than breathing. You ended up plastered against Alpha, his muscular arms wrapping around your back in a cradling type of support that left you drowning in his heat. 

Your hands weren’t nearly as steady or still - you were exploring every bit of him that you hadn’t gotten to properly appreciate in his body suit. His muscles swelled and dipped beneath the thin, flexible material, and you could feel his eagerness as he responded to your touch. Your hands traced a trail down to the center of his trim waist, meeting at the place where his spine met the swell of his ass. It didn’t take much to pull him more solidly against you. 

His length prodded against you and you started rocking against him. It turned your kiss from heated to burning. A surprised noise escaped you as Alpha’s arms suddenly tightened against you. He picked you up, depositing you gently onto Julgum’s desk. 

Immediately, the angle of your craning neck was eased, which gave you the ability to concentrate on other things. Like unbuttoning your top. Alpha’s harsh groan told you exactly when he saw your exposed chest, and he reached for you with reverently trembling fingers even as you pushed yourself into the gentle heft of his hand. 

From the moment he stroked your nipple and pulled a moan from you, Alpha’s hands seemed to be everywhere. For all you could figure, only seconds had passed before you were fully naked. Stars bless ARC trooper efficiency. 

“Off,” you commanded, plucking at Alpha’s body suit. 

He smirked. “Demanding little thing.”

Despite that, Alpha immediately began stripping the body suit away, exposing tan skin and toned muscles. Your mouth watered at the sight, and he was still trying to take off the lower half of the glove when you started kissing down his chest. You liked to think that your occasional pauses to suck a mark into his torso spurred him to move faster. 

“Killing me, little one,” he rumbled when he was finally done. 

You gave a curious hum, tilting your head like you didn't have a clue what he could be talking about. “I just didn't want you to feel unappreciated.” 

“By you?” Alpha pressed his forehead to yours. “Never.” 

How could you help but kiss him when he said things like that? You leaned up to him, he leaned down to you, and you met in the middle with greater force than either of you could have accomplished alone. 

You weren’t quite sure who started moving first. More than likely, one of you had and the other one had picked up on it, but it felt as if your bodies started moving at the same time, rocking into each other. Your legs had parted to allow Alpha’s hips between them, and the incredible heat of him was engulfed by the fiery wetness of you. 

He didn’t slip inside you immediately. No, he was far too big for that to happen often. Instead, you were caught there, poised on the edge of penetration but too engrossed in the sensation of his length slipping between and spreading your lips. When he rocked against you, he caught your clit with his head. When you rocked against him, you smoothed more slick down his length. It was a vicious, delicious cycle. 

And then, just as suddenly as it had started, the gentle rocking wasn’t nearly enough for you. It took an ugly amount of effort to pull yourself away from Alpha’s kiss, but you managed. “Alpha, please-” 

“I know, mesh’la,” he soothed, withdrawing only far enough to position himself at your entrance. “Let me make it better.” 

You stared at each other as he sank deeper and deeper inside of you, pushing that impossible length into your core until it seemed like he would embed himself in your lungs. You certainly felt like he was there with the way you were gaping. Fortunately, Alpha was overwhelmed enough that his eyes fluttered closed before he could see you looking so fucked-out already. 

Alpha was a big man in every respect, so fucking him was always intense. Your body had slowly gotten used to him over your time together, but there was never any consistency to when you could be alone together. Without a steady schedule, your body’s reaction to taking Alpha varied. The saving grace was that he always worked to make sure you were prepared for him. 

And that he felt so amazing inside of you, but that was practically a given. 

You had hardly been inexperienced before you and Alpha had gotten together. You had even had a few long-term relationships. But Alpha was unique. Most of your lovers had started to take you for granted after you had slept together more than once. Alpha continued to take your intimacy seriously, ensuring that you were never left unsatisfied in any way when you were together. 

It only made sense that you do the same for him, and it spurred your relationship to get stronger over time. That was how you knew that Alpha’s mouth dropping open would be followed by a soft curse in Mando’a. It was how he knew that you would relax around him if he toyed with your breasts. It was how you knew that grabbing his ass would make him buck, pushing himself deeper in you. 

“You ready for me to move?” he asked, voice gravelly. 

“More than,” you reassured, getting in another grope for good measure. 

Alpha’s jaw flexed. It was the only warning you got before he was withdrawing for a quick thrust. He bottomed out in you hard enough to make your teeth rattle together. You stared up at him, shocked and more than a little intrigued. He was usually careful with you - almost too careful - but something was different. Maybe the reminder that this was your last week working together was making him feel more bold. 

Whatever the cause, the speed of Alpha’s hips picked up to a bouncing rhythm. Your hand that wasn’t on his ass had been planted on the desk behind you, but you found that it couldn’t keep you still on the smooth surface. Instead, you wrapped your other hand around Alpha’s bicep, clinging to his bulging muscle as you tried to get some kind of leverage. 

It didn’t work, and Alpha’s thrusts were pushing you further and further back from the edge of the desk. You made a small, frustrated noise and Alpha smiled. “Too far away, mesh’la. Guess I’d better keep you in place.” 

A gentle but firm hand wrapped around your shoulder and pushed you backward even as it controlled how quickly you descended. You jumped a little as your shoulder blades made contact with the cold surface of the desk, but the heat came roaring back as Alpha pulled your hips back down toward him. 

“Stay right there, little one,” Alpha requested. His eyes were roaming over your body, but paused most frequently on your face. “I’ll take care of everything.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist. “Deal.” 

Alpha’s smile turned into a sharp grin as he nodded and gripped your hips a little tighter. Your legs around his hips kept him from withdrawing very far, but the short, grounded strokes he gave were just as good. If you were being honest, they were a little better because he never fully left you. You still got all the benefits - the shifting levels of fullness, constant touches to your clit, occasional brushes over your g-spot - while getting to be even closer to Alpha. 

The only drawback was that you couldn’t quite reach him, not stretched out as you were on Julgum’s desk. But that was possibly a good thing. With the way your curled fingers were clutching at the desk at the intensity of the pleasure, you probably would have left marks on Alpha. He never seemed to mind them, but you always felt a little guilty. 

Instead, you had to settle for lifting your hips to urge him deeper inside of you. That, along with a squeeze of your inner muscles when Alpha was fully thrust into you, seemed to spur him on. Alpha let out a hoarse groan, his pace picking up even further. 

This whole thing had been your idea, but you hadn't expected to come in Julgum's office. You had imagined it would feel too exposed, too risky. The lack of professionalism was more a thrill than a negative, but you had taken it into account as well. 

To your surprise, you felt the pleasure begin to build, solidifying into something hot and desperate in your lower belly. You arched your back again, meeting Alpha at the top of his stroke. You let out matching groans as the collision of your bodies thudded through you. 

“You close?” Alpha asked. It was hardly a question - he could read the signs of your impending orgasm on your face, just as you could read them on his. 

“Yes,” you breathed. Even as you did, your hand dropped between you to play with your clit. 

Alpha's lips parted, his gaze fixed on the motions of your fingers. His grip on your hips tightened until it was almost painful, but in the crash of sensation, it only added to your pleasure. 

“Al- I'm going- Alpha!” Your warning abruptly turned itself into a desperate cry of his name as your orgasm overtook you, rising that last bit even faster than expected. 

Alpha said something, but the rushing in your ears was too loud for you to hear him. Your body arched, reaching for him as your inner muscles clenched and pulsed and milked over him. 

Alpha relented, leaning forward and supporting himself over you even as he pulled out. From the flex of his ab muscles against you and the pace of his hot breath against your neck, he had come as well. You had an implant, but he preferred not to come inside of you. He didn't trust implants. 

He also liked to say that if you were going to try for a baby, he wanted to mean it. You weren't sure if that was a joke or not, but it made your heart ache with longing. It wasn't the time, clearly, but the idea of a future with Alpha was a powerfully enticing one. 

When he finally relaxed, laying more heavily over you, Alpha released a shuddering breath and moved to rest beside you. He started to trace gentle patterns on the skin over your ribs, keeping you connected as you caught your breath.

“Well, meshla?” Alpha asked at last, gently smoothing a bead of sweat from your forehead. “Was that as good as you imagined?”

“Mmm,” you hummed. “Better. I almost wish we had used his chair, though. I haven’t gotten to be on top in a while.” 

Alpha glanced backward over his shoulder, eyeing the chair in question. “Still time.”

You laughed. “Give me a minute and we’ll see. I have to remember how to use my legs first.”

“If it means we can do that again, I'll take over your PT myself.” 

You didn't get the jargon, but the fervent tone in Alpha's voice told you clearly enough what he meant. You rested a hand on his shoulder and let your eyes fall shut for a moment. “We're in no rush, Alpha. There's something important you need to remember: we're on the clock.” 

Alpha's rumbled laughter made you smile even as you slipped toward a well-earned nap.

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Author's Note - This is probably the end of this pairing since I am officially out of ideas for them.

If you read my Alpha-17 series (Gar Cabur/Gar Cyare), good news: I'm picking it back up again! I hope to start posting new chapters relatively soon.

If you don't read my Alpha-17 series, good news: I usually write much better than this. This particular work was my last for Fanfic February 2024 and you can tell I was getting burnt out. If you're interested in seeing other Alpha-17 x fem!reader works from me, those two are a good place to start.

Thanks for reading!

[rare-clone-fic-exchange]

Four Hours

A/N: First off, apologizes that this wasn’t ready at the first deadline. I really wanted to get characterizations correct and struggled finding fics to help with that (the irony that this is a rare clone fic exchange so of course I couldn’t find anything to help me is not lost on me). But thankfully I had some help from the patron of this exchange and I was able to finish!

Secondly, I really hope you like this @littlemissmanga! I’m not a smut writer, but I tried to make this a bit spicier and more suggestive than I usually do. I truly hope you enjoy this and it makes up for me being late to the party.

Thirdly, this is for Alpha-17 and I know he’s based on Kamino, but I had this idea and I couldn’t imagine it any other way so lets all pretend he had business on Coruscant. It is a fic after all, so let me suspend a bit of belief here. Work with me pls. This is my first time writing for him, so hopefully I do him justice!!

Thank you thank you thank you!

I hope you enjoy this!

love, @snippy-tano

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Summary: You run into trouble (literally) and Alpha-17 is there to help. But the moment sparks fly, you debate inviting him to spend his four free hours with you despite having just met him. What should you do? Let him walk away? Or take a leap?

Pairing: Alpha-17 x GN!reader

Rating: Borderline SFW & NSFW. It gets a little spicy (making out and such), but no smut (just heavily implied). Some swearing (fr reader who is in a panic because of our boy)

Word Count: 1717

For @littlemissmanga :) <3

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Four Hours

“Look out!” 

Despite the advanced warning, you barely had time to react before something hard collided against you, knocking you down onto the pavement. Your arm was throbbing and your ribs ached as you let out a cough, the sound of a speeder growing quieter was the only cue to what had almost happened. You braced your hands on the ground, eyes opening as you moved to a kneeling position. 

Beside you, a clone trooper was also climbing to their feet. You let out a huff as your arm continued to sting with pain. 

“Next time, be a little more gentle before you tackle someone without armor.” 

The trooper’s helmet snapped up towards you and you couldn’t stop the shiver that ran down your spine. You knew he was looking directly at you and it was equal parts unnerving and exciting. 

“Next time, how about I just don’t save your life.” Came the husky voice from through the helmet modulator. 

Another shiver.

You rolled your eyes, wincing as you shakily climbed to your feet. “Fine, thanks or whatever.”

You brushed off your clothes, noticing a small tear in your sleeve and cursing under your breath. There was a scrape on your elbow that was bleeding only slightly, which meant that it wasn’t serious. It hurt, but it could wait until you made it back to your place. 

A gloved hand appeared in your field of vision as the trooper gently gripped your arm and peered at the minor scrape. You inhaled sharply when his finger touched the raw skin. His helmet tilted to you for a moment before returning to your arm. 

“Do you have bacta?”

You pulled your arm out of his grasp, trying to ignore how the tingling had stopped and the warmth disappeared. “Not on me. I’ll be fine.” 

“Fine, don’t say I didn’t ask.” 

You huffed. “Alright, well, thanks again. I’ll be on my way.”

You gave him a weak salute before turning on your heel and heading in the direction you were originally going. 

Maker, who was that guy?

You knew he was a trooper, obviously. But you didn’t even ask for his name. Well, it was too late for that. He would just be a figment of your imagination until the end of time, existing as a figure that would likely frequent your dreams in the coming months with his voice alone. Although the rest of him would absolutely torment your mind just as much. 

“You like my voice, huh?” You jumped at the voice at your side, eyes wide as you looked over and up and up before meeting a pair of deep brown eyes. 

Wait, brown eyes?

Oh kriffing hells he took off his helmet. 

To cover your embarrassment, you sneered, tearing your eyes away from him. “Should I add stalker to that list?”

“I’m not stalking you.” 

“Okay then, care to explain why you’re following me?”

He let out a breath, eyes tipping towards the darkened Coruscanti sky. “Well, you did walk into traffic and were almost hit by a speeder, so I figured you could use an escort. You know, in case you decide to jump in front of a speeding vehicle again.”

You bit down on your lip. 

Kriff him.

“Fine. What’s your name then? Since you’re insistent on following me?” You snapped, forcing your eyes to remain forward instead of on the absolute specimen of a man beside you. 

“Alpha-17.” 

You tamped down on a snicker than threatened to slip past your lips. As amusing as it was that his name is Alpha, the number in his name had you hesitating. He was a trooper, a clone of someone else, without any kind of freedom. Now was not the time to crack a joke at a name he likely wasn’t able to give himself. 

You hummed before giving him your name in return. He didn’t say anything else, just continued to walk beside you. 

You hated to admit it, but it was nice to walk with someone on a walk that you normally made alone. Even if you weren’t talking, you enjoyed the silent company. 

The fact that it was with the hottest man you’d ever seen was a bonus. 

You weren’t able to stop yourself from sneaking glances at him. He really was incredibly easy on the eyes. He seemed taller, bigger than the other troopers you had met since the war began. You had no idea why, but it made him that much more appealing. 

You wouldn’t mind entertaining him a little bit longer or maybe thanking him for rescuing you. 

“Is there something on my face?”

His voice startled you into meeting his gaze as your face flamed. “No.” You spit out quickly, but the growing warmth on your face likely told a different story. 

He hummed in response again, a deep noise that came from his chest. It had another shiver shooting down your spine. Your eyes focused on the path in front of you, desperate to avoid the gaze of the man that was causing your heart to hammer loudly in your own chest. 

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” You said, eager to change the subject from your slip up. 

“No.” 

You blinked. “Really? You’re sure?”

“Positive. I’m here on official GAR business, but I am not due to report for another four hours.” He said and you nodded, eyes falling back on the ground in front of you.

Four hours huh?

If he’s just following you to make sure you get back, you could just keep walking. He would never know. And then you would get to spend more time with him. Maybe you could talk to him more. Despite his gruff nature, he seemed kind enough, I mean he did save your life. You wanted to learn more about him and continuing this walk seemed like a great place to start.

Or maybe you should lead him back to your place. 

Your face flushed again at the thought. 

No. That’s a bad idea, well, not a bad idea, in fact it is a very, very, good idea. But maybe more ill-advised and incredibly reckless of you. You hardly knew him, but there was something about him that had you wanting to throw all caution to the wind. You risked another glance at the handsome lines of his face.

So why were you considering it anyway?

His eyes met yours and it was like there was a spark. 

Alpha-17 suddenly crowded your frame, pushing you to the side. You stumbled a few steps before your back hit a hard wall. When you opened your eyes, you saw him hovering much closer to you. Your hands gripped the edges of his chest plate as the wall behind you bit into your back. His arms caged you in the small alley, but you still felt safe. 

“If you don’t stop looking at me with those eyes, I might get the wrong idea.” His voice was low and it sent a jolt straight through you. 

You’re not sure what came over you, but you answered him quietly. “What if that’s what I was going for?”

He made another sound deep in his chest as he shifted closer, pressing you further into the wall behind you. But instead of feeling cornered, you felt completely at ease. “Are you sure? I can’t promise more than the next four hours.”

“That’s plenty of time.” 

A strangled noise escaped from his lips seconds before they crashed against yours. 

It was equal parts messy, desperate, and incredibly hot. It was like he couldn’t pull you close enough and you were just as eager to crawl closer and never leave as your mouths moved desperately against each other. Your hand wandered everywhere that was accessible to you and he seemed to be trying to map every inch of you to his memory. 

His tongue nudged against your lips and you opened your mouth immediately, groaning when he pushed inside. His hands wandered down to your legs and without any effort at all, he lifted you. Instinctively, your legs entangled behind him as the angle of your lips improved dramatically. His hips pressed against yours and you both let out a shuddering breath at the contact. 

Your hands gripped his closely cropped hair, tugging him impossibly closer. He came willingly, his hands holding a bruising grip against your thighs. 

Just as you felt a warmth begin to grow deep within your stomach, your feet hit the ground. You stumbled on wobbly legs, eyes opening to see Alpha-17 picking up his discarded helmet. 

“We should stop before we do something we regret. This isn’t the place for this.” He said before giving you a nod and walking away. 

You stared, blinking at his retreating back in absolute confusion. Your brain was muddled and foggy and it took you way longer than normal to formulate a response. When you gained control again, you took off after him, stumbling slightly. 

“Wait!” Your voice had him pausing. His head tilted back towards you, but his body remained facing forward. “You said you could only promise four hours. What if I want that time?”

You could see him take a deep breath.

“My place is right around the corner.” 

He remained silent for what felt like an eternity before he turned, his intense brown eyes meeting yours.

Alpha-17 held out his gloved hand towards you. “Then lead the way.” 

You didn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face as you dashed forward, grabbing his hand in yours and tugging him into a run. 

Screw taking a walk with him. 

You had an activity that would be much more fun for the four hours you had together. Maybe someday you would get to take that walk and really get to talk to him.

But for now, you had something else in mind entirely. 

His hand tightened around yours and you couldn’t help but shoot him another smile. The corner of his mouth ticked up and you felt a buzzing in your stomach. 

Yeah, this was a much better use of your time. 

[And in the end, the four hours was more than enough time to learn all about Alpha-17 and for him to learn all about you. Multiple times in fact.]

[varpusvaras]

"What's wrong with you?" Twenny hears Seventeen ask Fiftys. "That's a longer face than the Long-necks necks if I've ever seen one."

"Twenny keeps carrying Tennie everywhere", Fiftys mutters.

"Jealous? And here I thought he got Tennie because you absolutely refused to be babied."

"Ew, no", Fiftys says. "But at this rate Tennie will forget how to walk, and then they will take him away, and then Twenny will cry."

Twenny grips Tennie tighter.

"He will not", he says. "And even if he does, I will keep carrying him. He's small."

"He won't be small forever", Seventeen points out. Twenny grips Tennie even tighter.

"He's my little brother", he says, or more states. "I will always carry him."

Seventeen decides to leave it at that, and that's just how Twenny likes it.

---

"You're gonna have to start carrying him on your back soon", Sixies says. "He's getting long. He looks like one of those bugs, with his legs sticking out like that."

Twenny knows that Tennie is sticking his tongue out at Sixies from where he is resting his head against Twenny's shoulder, his arms around Twenny's neck.

"He's too cute to look like a bug", Twenny says. "And I will carry him how I like."

---

He does have to start carry him on his back eventually. At that point Twenny is Cody and Tennie is Fox, and everyone has been telling him that he's just being stubborn and that it was already time for him to stop carrying Fox around like a tubie.

It's way too early for Cody, still.

---

"I didn't know you were such a light-weight", Wolffe teases Fox, as Cody drags him out of 79's.

"Don't bully him", Cody tells Wolffe. "I've seen you under the table too many times for you to be able to say anything."

Wolffe just rolls his eyes as Cody pulls Fox onto his back.

"I'm taking you to our barracks for tonight", Cody says. "You can go back to the Guard's base in the morning."

Fox hums something against the back of Cody's neck. He really is light, Cody thinks then, and he cranes his head back to look at Fox. The only thing he can see is his little brothe's bangs.

"They feeding you enough here?" He asks, and Fox hums something again, too far gone to actually answer, and Cody hoists him higher and tells himself to ask again in the morning.

---

"Don't you think I'm a bit too big for this now?" Fox asks him, his voice coming muffled from where he is speaking against Cody's pauldron.

"Never", Cody answers instantly. "You're my little brother. You cannot be too big for this."

"Okay", Fox answers, and then he is quiet, as Cody carries him up to the higher levels, where the Guard's medics are already coming towards them.

Cody feels weird when he puts Fox down on the gurney. Tight. Too light, like there is a chunk of his flesh suddenly missing.

He ignores it. Fox just has a light concussion and a sprained ankle. He could've gotten himself out of there by himself, by all accords, not that it had mattered to Cody in the slightest. Fox is his little brother. Of course Cody can come and carry him back home.

Fox is fine, and Cody is right there, his hands ready to reach.

---

His dreams have shifted, lately. Almost every night, Cody is standing there, alone, his hands reaching for something, but his arms stay empty, too empty, too light. There is a piece of Cody missing, a piece that is almost the size of himself, if not at the same time impossibly bigger, a gaping wound in his flesh that will not heal.

It will not heal even when he is awake, now, spilling his blood freely wherever he goes, leaving a trail behind him that only he can see.

Cody knows grief. He knows it like it's the second nature of him by now, but something is wrong with it this time. It's like he is already grieving, even though nothing has yet happened.

His General looks at him, sometimes, and from the look in his eyes Cody wonders if he can see the blood as well, if he somehow knows that this is Cody's destiny, and that there is nothing he or anyone else can do about it.

Cody carries it, like the soldier he is.

---

CC-2224 carries it, like the brother he is, and he tries to understand how something can be too light and too heavy at the same time.

Perhaps it is just like how he can be a big brother without a little brother, his arms heavy with the emptiness they now carry.

[vodika-vibes]

Hello! Glad you're feeling better! And Congrats on the 500 followers!!

Could I make a request for your 500 follower event?

Alpha-17, Peridot (Strong Love), and morning.

Thank you!!

Tell Me

Summary: Sometimes, just sometimes, you doubt Alpha’s love for you. Luckily, he’s not shy about admitting such things to you.

Pairing: Alpha-17 x F!Reader

Word Count: 741

Prompt: Peridot - Strong Love

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Thank you for your request! I hope you enjoy your smidgen of Alpha-17!

It’s hard sometimes, ignoring the comments that the other natborn medics make about the men that you are all in charge of keeping healthy. The suggestive comments, and the less than subtle flirtations have a tendency to push you to the very end of your tether, but over time, you’ve learned to ignore their comments.

Mostly.

You have the hardest time when it’s Alpha-17 that they’re flirting with. And they’re not even subtle with him, flat out offering him places in their beds or offering to take him to the storage room to give him the ride of his life-

Those comments are the hardest to ignore.

Because Alpha is yours, and you are his. Though no one else knows that because you prefer to keep things professional when you’re working, and because Alpha likes keeping you to himself.

Normally you can force yourself to ignore the comments. They bother you, but you can bury yourself in a project or something, and can force the discomfort away.

Normally.

But for some reason, today the words of your coworkers are like ice picks getting jammed into your heart. For some reason, you can’t ignore their flirtations and suggestive comments. And your options are to explode on them and force them to be professional for one god-damned day, or walk away and claim a migraine.

And you choose to walk away. Even though it’s still early in the day. Even though you have a full day of tests and exams you’re supposed to do.

It’s better, in the long run. The moment the word migraine falls from your lips, the medbay falls silent and you’re offered an ice pack and an escort back to your quarters.

They’re good people, really.

So here you are, laying on your couch, watching trash TV with a bowl of popcorn sitting on the floor where you can easily reach it. And you’re really not surprised when your suite door slides open and Alpha-17 steps into your home.

He looks at you, at the bowl of popcorn, at the trash TV that you only watch when you’re feeling rotten about yourself, and his eyebrows creep towards his hairline. “I take it you don’t actually have a migraine.” He notes.

“...I could.”

“Uh-huh.” He walks over and crouches next to you, “What are you even watching?”

“Helicopter Moms from Hell,” You reply.

“...why?”

“It makes me feel better about my dumpster fire of a life.”

“Alright then,” Alpha grabs the remote control and powers down the holo, before dropping the remote out of reach, and then he picks up the popcorn bowl and carries it into your kitchenette.

“...rude.”

“Want to tell me what’s bothering you, mesh’la?”

“No.”

“Want to try again?”

You scowl at him, and then sit up, “I’m just…in a bad mood, that’s all.”

Alpha, who’s always been able to read you better than anyone else, eyes you with narrowed eyes, “Mesh’la,” He walks back over to you and crouches at your feet, “Does it bother you when your coworkers flirt with me?”

Your scowl deepens, “It shouldn’t.”

“But it does.”

“It doesn’t bother you.”

“Course not. Because I’m never going to take them up on any of their offers.” Alpha replies blandly, “The only person I want to take me into a storage closet or invite me into her bed is you.”

Your face heats, “That-”

He grins, “Yeah?”

You get so flustered that you look away from him and press your hands over your face, “Why do you have to say it like that?”

“Cause it’s the truth.”

“Awful. Awful man.”

Alpha laughs and reaches up to tug your hands off your face, “I love you, mesh’la.” He says it easily, “No one will ever compare to you.” He tugs you off the couch and onto his lap.

“I-”

“Tell me.”

Your hand comes up and you lightly trail your fingers against his cheek, “I love you too.”

His grin is sharp before he leans in and kisses you deeply. Intent on making you forget all of your insecurities.

And, the following day, when he comes to the medbay and all of the normal flirtations start, Alpha puts an end to it by walking over to you and pulling you into a deep kiss. Before he winks at you and then leaves without saying a word.

Leaving you standing there, your face burning with embarrassment, and your coworkers descending on you with excited squeals.