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Hello!!! It's eternal-transcience again! I am constantly thinking of smooching Rex's scars, so I was wandering if it was possible to have yet another Rex x Short!FemReader where there's some scar smooching (especially the one on his chest from Season 2)? I get so weak thinking about it!
No obligation and take all the time you need! I love your writing so much <333333
Worship You
Pairing: Rex x Fem!Reader
Summary: You smooch Rex’s scars and smooch other parts of him as well. 😘
Warnings: NSFW, 18+. Smut. No plot. Male receiving oral. Mentions of scars. Rex is mentioned as your husband. Fluffy.
WC: ~1200.
A/N: Kim, you wonderful person, you! Thanks for this ask. I was going to keep it fluffy but…I decided to make it spicy as a lil’ treat. I had this take place after the war…everyone lives AU etc. etc…Rex deserves a quiet life filled with BJs. 😌
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Your front door whooshed open and you stepped through the entry, balancing groceries in your arms from the local market.
You strolled to the kitchen, setting down the ingredients for dinner on the counter.
The sound of the shower running signaled that your husband was home.
You quickly put the perishables away, padding into your bedroom. Steam escaped from the refresher, and the familiar scent of Rex’s soap wafted in the air.
“I’m home!” You called, not wanting to startle him, peeking into the refresher.
“I know, mesh’la.” He called back, the frosted glass of the shower blocking him from view. He may not be a soldier anymore, but he was still acutely aware of his surroundings at all times. “Be out in just a minute.” He said, the shower turning off.
“No rush.” You were about to leave to let him get dressed, but you decided to stay. Something about his broad silhouette opposite of the frosted glass enticed you, your mind wandering to dirtier and dirtier thoughts as you waited.
You sat on the bed, which gave you a partial view of the shower. “Just enjoying the view.”
A few seconds later Rex emerged from the steamy room. He had a towel wrapped low around his waist, water droplets glistening as they slid down his tanned skin, catching on his many scars. You met him halfway as he walked toward the bed, capturing him in a kiss. You stood on your tip-toes, wrapping your arms around his neck. You always loved your size difference, feeling so safe against his strong form.
His body radiated heat from the shower, his lips warm as they slid along yours, kissing you back with immediate desire.
Your body ignited, lightly tracing your fingertips down his buzzed head. Rex still kept it short, even after all these years.
You didn’t mind.
Your hands slid down, feeling the raised tissue from his many scars. Scars that told his story, that led him to you. Scars that proved he was a survivor.
Some mornings you’d wake up, sleep hazing your mind and tricking you into thinking you were still in the war. You’d fling your arm over, feeling Rex’s warm and alive body next to yours. Relief would flood your system in realizing that he was there with you not on a mission on some far-flung planet for Maker knows how long.
You were both grateful that now you could wake up in one another’s arms every morning, the war long past.
“Lay down.” You managed to gasp, as the kiss was now fervent, Rex tugging at your clothes as his tongue danced with yours.
“Yes, ma’am.” He smirked, breaking the kiss as he dropped his towel, showing off just how much he appreciated your advances.
You quickly stripped your clothes, climbing on top of him on the bed, his length pressing deliciously against your pussy, sending sparks up your spine. You leaned down, kissing him again, Rex’s hands reverently wandering over your skin, bucking up into you, sliding his cock through your wet folds.
You pulled away from his lips, kissing down his stubbled jaw, giving extra attention to the small scar on his chin. You kissed his neck, intending to find every scar, every mark, every freckle, and give them equal attention.
Rex groaned at the loss of your warm pussy against his cock as you moved down his body.
“Patience.” You murmured, tracing your hand over the large scar in the middle of his chest, kissing around it.
You knew every scar already, knew every story. Some were faded to the point of disappearing, others ragged and deep, part of him always. It still didn’t stop you from worshiping him.
“I love you.” You murmured, meeting his gaze momentarily, which held nothing but pure love in return. “I love every part of you, always.”
Rex opened his mouth to answer, but all that came out was a deep groan, your hand lightly gripping his cock as you made your journey down his body. He didn’t need to say anything.
You knew his answer.
You slowly pumped him, relishing the way his body reacted, and how hot his skin was under your hand, using his excitement leaking from the tip to glide your hand up and down more easily.
His abdominal muscles twitched under your lips, now hungry for something more. You still had more scars to kiss, to love, to worship, before you got to where you both wanted most.
You finally made it to the junction of his hip, nipping at the sensitive flesh, causing him to jolt slightly and sigh your name in a short pant.
You took a moment to admire his cock, flush with color and standing proud with desire.
You lightly licked the side of his hard shaft, a soft moan escaping his lips above you.
“Maker…” Rex groaned, gripping the bedsheets around him.
You slowly kissed up to the tip, wrapping your lips around and sucking gently. Rex’s hand released the sheets to hold your head, his fingers finding purchase in your hair. His legs trembled as you went to work, teasing and swirling your tongue around his thick cock, ever so slowly taking him more and more into your mouth.
You loved how heavy he felt in your mouth, how full you were with him, knowing only you could make him feel this way.
Rex was writhing beneath you, his breath ragged. You knew he was holding back, wanting to buck his hips. You took him as far as you could go, slowly gliding your lips to his tip and back down again.
“K-Kriff…mesh’la…I…” Rex’s utterances were cut with moans as you continued faster, pumping him with your mouth, giving special attention to his head. You could taste his arousal, his cock twitching in your mouth as his body convulsed and his breath hitched.
You hummed, pleased with his reactions. You glanced up at him when you could, the look on his face increasing the ache between your legs. Rex was completely wrecked, brows furrowed, eyes locked onto you, mouth agape as he couldn’t hold back his deep, heavenly sounds.
Fuck, you could almost cum seeing him like this.
You grasped the base of his cock, using your hand to bring him more pleasure, knowing he was getting close.
“Close…kriff, I’m so close, mesh’la…” Rex was lost in his bliss now, you could tell he was going to explode any second. His body was twitching and his control was mostly gone, carefully bucking his hips up into your mouth, still careful to not hurt you.
You squeezed his thigh with your free hand, signaling that it was okay for him to let go.
Rex came hard, letting loose a string of praises and moans that turned into your name. Your mouth filled with his warm seed, and you greedily took it all, swallowing what he offered.
You continued to pump him delicately, careful to not overstimulate him. He panted as he came down from his high, his hands carding through your hair in thanks. You sat up, wiping your mouth, gazing down at him and how lovely he looked. Sweat replaced the dampness from the shower, his chest heaving and eyes ignited with lust and thanks.
You nestled yourself against him, tracing your finger again on his large chest scar.
Rex let out a long, satisfied breath, kissing the top of your head.
“Thank you.” He murmured. “Let me return the favor.”
“I will…can we just lay here a moment, though?” You nuzzled closer into him, breathing in his scent, hearing his breath, feeling his scar under your fingertips.
He was here, he was yours, and always would be.
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Dancing Lights
Wolf!Wolffe x Fem!Reader
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Summary: During a mission on a frigid planet, you get lost in a blizzard and Wolffe becomes desperate to find you before you freeze to death. Once he does, he’s forced to reveal a secret part of himself in order to protect you from a territorial pack of wolves.
Pairing: Wolf!Wolffe x Fem!Reader
Characters: Wolffe, Plo Koon
Tags & Warnings: 18+, implied/referenced nudity with no descriptions, established relationship, hurt/comfort, light angst, suggestive themes, implied sexual content, violence, blood, injuries, reader doesn’t know she’s pregnant, protective!wolffe, snowed in, abandoned cabin, cuddling for warmth, Brother Bear/Balto type spiritual references, happy ending
Word Count: 12.7k
Author's Note: The terms "alpha" and "mate" are used in one part of the fic for a very specific purpose as a language marker (there are NO sexual, kink, or ABO implications). There’s also a distinctive speech pattern shift between Wolffe talking to the wolves and Wolffe talking to himself and the reader. This is intentional. The perspective shifts between the reader and Wolffe a lot, but the change is always separated by a paragraph break. As always, please enjoy 💚
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Wolffe frantically searches for you. One minute you’re walking behind him and the next minute you’re gone. He trudges through the piling snow, calling out your name, barely a whisper over the raging winds and whipping snow, but receives no response for his efforts. The battalion lost long-range communications soon after the blizzard started and you’re not answering on comms, so his only hope is to find you before the drifting snow claims you. He can’t lose you, not now.
Wolffe only dares to backtrack so far to look for you, or he might lose the battalion as its dark gray silhouettes slowly fade into the white tundra. Wolffe stares out into the nothingness and calls your name as loud as his voice will let him. Then he waits, hoping for a shred of your voice to make it back to him, but he hears nothing. Gritting his teeth, he turns on his heels and uses the backs of his men as wayfinders to trudge his way up to the front of the procession.
“General,” Wolffe shouts over the storm.
“Yes, commander?” Plo Koon asks as his snow covered parka blows wildly in the wind.
“We’ve lost one of the… men,” Wolffe says, pausing to consider whether he should name you as the lost soldier. He knows how Jedi feel about attachments, and he’s not in the mood for a lecture. “They appear to be lost in the storm.”
“Have you attempted to make contact?” Plo Koon asks.
“Yes, sir,” Wolffe answers. “Multiple times, sir, with no success.”
Plo Koon raises his hand to his face in thought. “That is a predicament.”
“Sir,” Wolffe begins in a serious tone, “with your permission, I want to go after them.”
“That would be ill-advised, commander,” Plo Koon answers. “The storm is getting worse and we must advance to the rendezvous point before we become buried in it ourselves.”
“But sir,” Wolffe argues. “We can’t afford to lose anymore men. Our numbers are dwindling as it is. We need to find them.”
Plo Koon crosses his arms and waits a moment to respond, reading Wolffe through the force like an open book. “Attachments are dangerous, commander. As lethal as this storm.”
Wolffe grimaces and shifts on his feet like a child getting caught in a lie. “I don’t believe in leaving men behind, sir.”
Plo Koon’s facial features soften and he places a gloved hand on Wolffe’s shoulder. “Neither do I, but you are needed here. Perhaps we can send a scout.”
The general is both right and wrong. Having their commander walk away in the middle of a stressful situation will reduce the battalion’s morale significantly. They have been marching to their next rendezvous point for days, and the blizzard is only making it more difficult. However, there is no way in the stars above that a mere scout will be able to find you in this storm. The scout is more likely to get himself lost. But Wolffe? He can find you, without a shred of doubt.
“With all due respect, sir,” Wolffe argues, clenching his fists together to hold his composure. “I am the most suited for this mission. You know this. I refuse to risk any more of my men dying in this storm and being buried unceremoniously under a pile of snow.”
Plo Koon considers Wolffe’s words and the conviction behind them, then sighs. “Very well.”
“Thank you, sir,” Wolffe says, finally releasing the breath he was holding in.
“However,” Plo Koon continues. “We cannot halt the convoy or render aid if you fail your mission. You will be on your own.”
“I understand,” Wolffe nods before turning to walk away.
“And Wolffe,” Plo Koon adds quickly. “Come back safely. Both of you.”
Wolffe doesn’t answer, but the sentiment shared between the two is unmistakable. He will bring you both back safely, or it’s the last thing he’ll do. Wolffe climbs up into the ATTE he’s been living in for the duration of this campaign and grabs his pack. He grabs everything he might need, including canteens, rations, medical supplies, an emergency blanket, and a spare set of blacks, as well as tossing out anything that he knows he won’t need. Traveling light is a must.
Before making his departure, Wolffe seeks out Sinker and temporarily puts him in charge of the battalion for the duration of his absence. Leaving the battalion in Sinker’s hands is an easy decision for Wolffe to make. The sergeant has been by his side since the beginning of the war, and has shown considerable aptitude and courage under distress. Wolffe knows that he is up for the challenge and has faith in him to lead the men to the rendezvous point mostly unscathed.
With everything in order, Wolffe hops down from the ATTE, his boots sinking deeply into the fresh fallen snow beneath. The wind is ripping and visibility is minimal, but Wolffe steels himself and sets out in the opposite direction of the battalion. After a few yards, he looks back. The gray silhouettes of the men and machines are gone. There’s no turning back now. He faces forward, picking his feet up and over the snow in a painstakingly slow process, but at least he’s moving.
As he trudges through the blizzard, snow begins sticking to his armor and weighing him down. He stops every so often to brush himself off, but it quickly becomes a useless effort. He grumbles to himself that of all the planets you had to get lost on, why did it have to be this one? He’s not angry, but he is scared; scared for you and for the little package you carry inside you unawares. Regardless of how he feels about the situation, he is determined to find you.
After a little while longer, he stops and stands still. The snow swirls around him, covering his visor and the gray markings on his armor. He closes his eyes and breathes deeply, calling on the senses lying dormant within him to come to the surface and aid him in his search. No human or comm system can find you in this storm, but maybe he can. Maybe the wolf inside him can. A spirit of a bygone era that speaks to his soul at night and shows him images of dancing lights.
Wolffe removes his helmet, a dangerous move in this type of weather. The temperature alone could kill him with frostbite, but he needs to feel the air around him. The cold nips at the tips of his ears and wind blows through his short hair without caution, leaving little bits of frost at the tips. With his eyes still closed, he breathes deeper, calming every nerve in his body until he can find your presence. If we can’t locate you like this, then he’ll be forced to make a drastic move.
Suddenly, it clicks like a strike of lightning. Whether it’s a feeling, a sense, or an intuition, he knows where he needs to go. He shakes the snow off his head and replaces his helmet, bristling as the cold snow melts down the back of his neck. But, he doesn’t have time to worry about his comfort at the moment. Every second he wastes thinking about himself is another second lost trying to find you. He turns and starts walking, letting his internal compass guide him to you.
As he continues forward, the storm lets up a little. He wonders if the change will be permanent or if it’s just a momentary lull. Again, he doesn’t have time to think about the logistics when you could already be dead and frozen, buried under a pile of snow. He shakes his head at the intrusive thoughts, then notices a ridgeline of trees in the distance. His stomach flips and his breath quickens. He knows you’re in there. You’re smart. Of course, you’d try to find shelter.
Wolffe moves as fast as he can through the piled snow towards the forest of trees. He senses that you are nearby. He stops at the edge of the wooded area and scans to the left and to the right, searching, listening, hoping, and praying that he’s not too late and that he can find you still alive. As he’s standing there, a shiver runs up his spine and he knows he needs to find you soon. If he can find you in this weather, so can they, and he’s not in the mood to deal with that.
He enters the tree line cautiously, then hears a sound in the distance that stills his heart. He doesn’t have much time to find you. Breaking out into his best sprint through the deep snow, he pulls on the trees and branches for leverage, making his movements faster as he frantically searches for you. You're close. He can feel it. He can smell it. His heart is beating out of his chest at the sound. They’re coming, a lot of them, and he doesn’t want to be here when they arrive.
Wolffe releases a heavy sigh of relief when he finally sees you, or rather, he sees your emergency shelter tied to a couple trees. You have the beacon on, but its light is barely visible against the white and gray landscape. The shelter is partially buried by the snow and Wolffe falls to his knees to dig you out. The wet snow seeps through his gloves, and the cold bites at his fingertips, but he doesn’t care. He continues digging until he finds the opening of the shelter.
Once he finds the entrance, he digs a bit deeper to make a little path for him to snake his body down and get into the shelter to get you out. When the path is wide enough for his body, he gets on his stomach and shimmies his way to where the zipper is. He pulls it open just enough to peek inside and no more. That’s when he sees you, curled up into a protective ball, covered in an emergency blanket, with a small heat lamp in the middle of the shelter to keep you warm.
“Cyare,” Wolffe calls gently as he opens the entrance wider and wiggles the upper half of his body into the tent. There’s barely enough room for him to crawl on his hands and knees.
You stir and make a small grunting noise.
Wolffe releases another sigh of relief, then rests his forehead against the cold canvas floor of the shelter. He thanks the stars you're still alive. Sadly, his brief moment of relief is quickly interrupted when he hears the sound in the distance again. They’re getting closer and he’s running out of time. He picks his head up and curses under his breath. He needs to get the both of you out of here now, or there will be trouble, and not the type he can easily deal with.
Wolffe stretches out his hand and tugs on your foot, trying to wake you from your sleep. “Cyare,” he calls a little louder.
You startle awake. The light from the tent-opening blinds you for a moment and the cold air nips at your exposed face. When your eyes finally adjust, you see Wolffe’s familiar bucket staring at you. “Wolffe?”
“It’s me,” he says.
“You found me!” you exclaim with excitement.
Wolffe wiggles the rest of his body into the small tent and pulls you into his arms the best he can, gently pressing you against his armored chest. He removes his bucket and rests his forehead against yours. “I found you.”
The sweet reunion is cut short when Wolffe hears the sound again, but this time, it’s not so distant. He jumps into action, releasing you and putting his bucket back on. “Pack up,” he orders. “We have to go. Now.”
You're shocked by the sudden urgency, but you follow Wolffe’s lead and begin rolling up the blanket. “What’s the hurry? The storm–”
“They’re coming,” Wolffe interrupts while stuffing all of the loose items into your pack.
“Who’s coming?” you ask in confusion. One minute you’re sleeping peacefully in your shelter as you wait out the storm and the next minute Wolffe is rushing you back out into the storm.
“We don’t have time for me to explain!” Wolffe snaps. He feels more afraid than he was before he found you.
You’re slightly offended by his harsh tone, but if you know anything about Wolffe, it’s that he doesn’t mess around, especially when it has to do with someone’s safety. You decide not to push the issue and hasten your pace to get things wrapped up. The good thing about emergency shelters is that they’re quick to assemble and even quicker to tear down. You both finish with the pack and you follow Wolffe outside of the shelter and break that down too.
Before you get in another word edgewise, Wolffe grabs your arm and pulls you along through the snow. His grip is tight and you struggle to keep up, feeling like your arm will rip out of its socket. “Wolffe, stop!” you shout while pulling on his arm with your free hand. “Let go!”
Wolffe ignores your struggle, believing that you’ll forgive him later for his roughness when you’re both safe. He doesn’t have the time to coddle you or explain why you need to run away as fast as you can. Your yelling doesn’t help his cause, but then again, they don’t need to hear you in order to find you. It’s already too late, Wolffe knows this, but he refuses to give up without at least trying to get you to safety. Even if he has to deal with it on his own, he needs you safe.
You continue to struggle against Wolffe’s grasp and fight him with each step as you demand an explanation from him. He doesn’t give you one. He doesn’t even turn around to look at you. He just keeps walking, not letting up on his brisk pace that has you panting in cold air that burns your lungs. Finally, in a last ditch effort, and to give your lungs and legs a break, you let your legs go slack and plop yourself down into the snow, jerking on Wolffe’s arm on the way down.
Wolffe stops and grunts in frustration. “We don’t have time for this!”
“Wolffe!” you yell through a panting breath while trying to get him to listen to you. “I can’t keep up. My legs. My lungs. It hurts.”
Wolffe lets go of your arm and paces in a circle as he thinks. “I need you to get up.”
“I told you, I can’t!” you argue. 
Wolffe kneels down on the snow in front of you and removes his bucket. He grabs both of your cheeks and forces you to look into his eyes. “I need you to get up. Now.”
His gloves feel cold on your skin and for a moment you see something flash across his eyes, something desperate that you’ve never seen in him before. But before you get to respond, you hear it. The sound of howling in the distance. You watch as Wolffe tilts his head to the side to peek around you and in an instant, you finally understand. How he heard them before you did, you may never know, but that sound is what Wolffe has been afraid of, the sound of wolves.
You find new strength in your fear and get to your feet, ready to start running again, but Wolffe doesn’t move with you. You turn to see him still kneeling in the snow, staring out through the trees at nothing. Your confusion turns into worry which then turns into a deeper fear. You step behind him and place your hand on his shoulder for reassurance. He places his hand atop yours and stands to his feet. He knows something you don’t, but you're too afraid to ask him what it is.
“It’s too late,” he says in a hushed tone.
“Too late?” you ask as your voice quivers. “Too late for what?”
Wolffe turns around and pulls you tight against him, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in the crook of your neck. His cold plastoid armor digs into your clothing. He can hear the fear in your voice and it breaks his heart. This is exactly what he was afraid of, what he didn’t want to happen. The scenario he’s played over and over in his mind since he started out on this mission, the one he so desperately wanted to avoid at all costs, is now inescapable.
Wolffe drags his lips up to your ear and whispers. “Do you trust me?”
You shiver as his hot breath ghosts against the cold shell of your ear. “Always,” you answer.
Wolffe pulls away and plants two firm hands on both of your shoulders. “I need you to listen to me and do everything I say. Understand?”
You look into his eyes and nod your head. “I understand.”
“Don’t move,” Wolffe orders. He shakes your shoulders, like he’s trying to ingrain it in your body. “Don’t move a single inch, no matter what happens.”
You're confused by the instructions, but you trust that Wolffe knows what he’s doing, so you go along with it. “I won’t move. I promise.”
Wolffe nods his head and gives you a small half-smile. “Good girl.”
You watch him carefully, studying his body language, the way he worries his lip and shifts his weight from leg to leg. You can’t help but notice the growing anxiety, so you bring your hand up to cup the side of his face to reassure him. You smooth your hand over his reddened cheek, your fabric glove catching on the rough bristles of the stubble growing in. Wolffe places his hand over yours and leans into the caress, then pulls it away from his face to kiss your palm.
“You know I love you, right?” Wolffe whispers against your hand.
You smile. “I know.”
Wolffe relishes in the simple and soft moment he’s allowed to have with you. He’s not sure what will happen, but he knows that at least in this moment, he has you. He found you, which is what he set out to do. Mission accomplished. But, the promise he made to the general before he left the battalion reverberates in his mind. He swore he would bring you both back safely, and that’s what he still intends to do, no matter the cost.
An eerie silence washes over the area. Every sound of nature is muted by the snow and what’s left in its wake is a hollow peace. However, that silence is pierced by howls and soft steps in the snow. Wolffe closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, then turns to face the oncoming enemy. He keeps one hand on you for reassurance, and the other in front of him for his own defense, not that it will do him any good. His blasters won’t help him here either, not against a full pack.
The wolves come into view and surround you and Wolffe in a circle. Their fur coats are light gray and white, perfect camouflage for this place they call home. If it weren’t for their golden eyes and black noses, you wouldn’t even be able to see them. Your breath hitches in your throat at their menacing presence. The wolves are large. Larger than you ever imagined from the books you’ve read, with the tips of their ears easily coming up to your hips. You swallow back your fear.
The pack circles around you and Wolffe, then comes to a stop. Wolffe holds his ground as he waits for their next move, but he doesn’t have to wait long. A large, older looking pure white wolf steps out from the circle. The alpha of the pack, Wolffe assumes. He knows what he needs to do, but even in the face of all of these wolves, he’s reluctant. Without an explanation, he’s not sure how you will react to what he’s about to do, but at this point he doesn’t have a choice.
To your surprise, Wolffe starts shucking off his armor, tossing it about haphazardly until he’s only left in his black bodysuit. You watch him with bewilderment, trying to understand why he’d take his armor off during a situation like this. He’ll freeze to death with so little coverage and be vulnerable to attack. You remember his words about not moving, but you want to reach out and touch him. He must be able to read your thoughts because he turns his head to look at you.
“Remember what I said?” Wolffe asks.
“No moving,” you answer. “But Wolffe–”
Wolffe puts a finger to your lips. “Trust me.”
You nod your head and kiss his finger, earning you a sly grin.
Wolffe turns to face the white wolf and you can’t believe what you’re seeing. Bright yellow lights emanate from Wolffe’s fingertips, his toes, his eyes, and his mouth. Wind blows by your head and swirls around him, obscuring everything but his silhouette. You watch as his body morphs into a smaller form and your breath is stolen in awe. He doesn’t make a sound, even as his body contorts into unfamiliar angles. The wind and light disappear and what’s left behind is a wolf.
“Wolffe?” you ask hesitantly, body shaking from what you just witnessed.
Wolffe cranes his neck around and looks back at you with a single, piercing, golden eye, the other eye is still cybernetic and the scar over it has morphed to fit his new facial figure.
“You’re a… wolf,” you stutter in shock.
You’re stunned. When Wolffe asked you to trust him, you weren’t expecting this. You stare at his new form, a man’s body traded in for dark gray fur across his face and ears that travels down his back, a lighter cream color across his belly and legs, and a black stripe down the middle of his back that stretches to the tip of his fluffy tail. He’s a wolf, there’s no mistake about it. You can’t help but admire his beauty, and also feel a level of terror at the teeth hidden in his mouth.
Quite the show, the Alpha says.
Wolffe turns his head back to look at the Alpha. Not great. Rusty.
The Alpha considers Wolffe for a moment, unsure of what to make of him. Your wolf-speak is less than to be desired.
Wolffe snorts. Been a time.
The Alpha is not impressed with Wolffe and circles around you both, sizing up the situation.
As the Alpha moves around you, you notice that it’s much larger than Wolffe, but it also seems much older. You’re not sure why, but that’s the impression you get. You can see multiple scars across his body, each one a proud win against another wolf, you suppose, just as the clones have scars from their battles. To you, everything is quiet. You can’t hear them communicating, but you watch their body language and hear their growls, which still doesn’t mean much to you.
Wolffe plants his paws firmly into the snow, ears pinned, and snarls. Back!
Easy, pup, the Alpha says as he makes a full circle back to where he started. I’m only observing.
Not pup, Wolffe growls.
No? the Alpha questions. Then what are you?
Alpha, Wolffe answers. Own pack.
The Alpha looks at Wolffe with intrigue. Oh? I would have never guessed. You’re rather small for an alpha.
Wolffe barks at the insult, baring his fangs in an intimidating display.
It works, well, at least on you it does. You flinch at the sudden loud noise.
The Alpha disregards it and looks past Wolffe to you. What is that? A hunting trophy?
Wolffe’s fur bristles at the insinuation and rumbles out a low protective growl. Mate.
Odd choice… the Alpha says as he continues to stare at you with mild interest. He decides to ignore you for the time being. Tell me, alpha, what are the laws that govern?
Wolffe cringes at the question. He knows the answer, it’s written somewhere in the DNA that entangles with his own, but his wolf-speak is poor and he can’t put the words together.
Has your tongue gone still? the Alpha goads. Trespassing in another pack’s territory is an offense punishable by death.
Wolffe retakes his defensive stance and bares his fangs.
The Alpha pauses for a moment before responding. However, I am feeling generous today, young alpha.
Wolffe’s ears twitch.
You have two choices, the Alpha offers. Join our pack at a lower rank and we’ll let your mate go free or give us your mate as tribute and you may go free. The choice is yours.
Wolffe snorts at the two bleak choices and decides to make his own third option. He raises his head and howls loudly towards the sky.
The sound is deafening and you cover your ears to try and muffle it. You’re not sure what they’re doing now, but the tension and uncertainty is making your skin crawl. The golden eyes that stare at you from around the forest make you feel small and afraid. You wish to be able to speak to Wolffe, to get any shred of reassurance that everything will be okay, but he hasn’t said a word to you. Your best guess is that he can’t talk to you, which is the only thing that makes sense right now.
Wolffe finishes his howl and waits for the response.
You want to fight? the Alpha asks. A bold move for one so young and stupid.
Not dumb, Wolffe replies. Protect mine.
The Alpha snorts, then stares into Wolffe’s eyes as he searches his soul. You have the spirit of ages within you, young alpha. My old eyes can still see. The Alpha pauses. I will respect your wishes. If you win, you and your mate will earn safe passage through our land, but if I win, you will join our pack and your mate will perish.
Wolffe takes a deep breath. He has too much to lose not to stay focused. Seal it. Sing the song.
The Alpha lifts his muzzle towards the sky and howls. Wolffe then joins in the howling, letting their wolf-songs mingle and intertwine in the sky like a binding contract.
Promise, Wolffe says. Mate not hurt.
You have my word, the Alpha says. Your mate will not be touched during our fight.
Wolffe nods and takes a fighting stance. The Alpha does the same.
You watch the two wolves with great anticipation as your legs tremble beneath you. You’re still unsure about what’s going on, but whatever it is, you trust Wolffe. At least, that’s what you keep telling yourself. That’s what he told you to do and that’s what you have to hold on to. You must have faith and believe that Wolffe will work things out and you can both go home soon. But waiting in silence, without knowing, is slowly killing your nerves. You want to run and escape.
Your thoughts are abruptly interrupted when Wolffe and the Alpha lunge towards each other, fangs bared. A gasp escapes your throat and you have to tell your trembling legs not to move, just like Wolffe told you. The two wolves collide, both going for each other’s necks. You watch in horror as tufts of gray and white fur are flung about into the air. The sounds of growling and snarling fill your ears as they tumble in the snow, one on top of the other and then vice versa.
The Alpha pins Wolffe to the ground and clamps his jaw around Wolffe’s shoulder, causing him to cry out in pain.
“Wolffe!” you yell and take an automatic step towards him, forgetting Wolffe’s order not to move.
A wolf on the sidelines catches your movement and lunges towards you. You scream and fall back onto the ground. Your cry alerts Wolffe and he snaps his head up. With strength unknown to him he kicks the Alpha off of him and leaves his fight to get to your side. He snarls at the wolf and nips at his legs, causing it to retreat back to the circle. Wolffe whips around and looks into your frightened eyes. He brings his nose to your face and gives your cheek a small, gentle lick.
As sweet as the gesture may seem to Wolffe, you wish you could feel anything other than fear.  There’s blood on Wolffe’s muzzle and blood on his fur, reminding you of what he is doing.
Wolffe turns his attention back to the Alpha and barks. Liar!
The immature actions of a young pup, the Alpha says. I assure you, he will be punished severely. The Alpha glares toward the younger wolf in his ranks and bares his fangs with a low growl. The younger wolf cowers back with his ears flattened and his tail between his legs. Shall we continue?
Wolffe agrees and the fight recommences as they both tumble through the snow once again. Nipping and biting at each other’s necks, legs, bellies, and backs. Wolffe gets in a few bites, but the Alpha is much bigger and stronger, yielding better results with his bites, which leaves Wolffe’s beautiful gray fur coat marred with blood. He pauses to catch his breath and looks back at you, his strength and reason to fight. Mustering what he can, Wolffe forces himself to continue.
The yelp Wolffe makes when the Alpha sinks his fangs into his neck is unbearable. All you can do is watch and pray to the Maker that Wolffe survives this. You don’t know what started the fight, you don’t know the rules, and you don’t know what will happen to you if Wolffe dies. You shake your head at the macabre thought and focus on Wolffe surviving. You wish you could help him. You wish you could do more than watch as he lies helpless and whimpering in the snow.
Wolffe is out of breath and running out of strength. For a wolf so young, his stamina isn’t at peak performance, but for someone who rarely uses his wolf form, it’s better than he thought it would be. He lays in the snow, chest heaving as he tries to breathe. The bites sting him like fire and slow him down. He’s not sure how much longer he’ll be able to last. He knew he didn’t stand a chance against a seasoned alpha. He may be the leader of the ‘Wolfpack’, but he’s no alpha.
You want to cry. You don’t know how long the fight has been going on, but you’re getting sick of it. You know you’re not supposed to move, but you can still speak. They can’t stop you from cheering him on. Whether he understands your words or not is a gamble you’re willing to take, because you can’t lose him like this. “Wolffe!” you yell. “Wolffe, get up!”
Through his pained haze, Wolffe can hear your voice calling out to him. The sweet sound of his mesh’la, warped by the fear caught in the back of your throat. He knows you’re trying to be strong for him and he finds it endearing. The need to protect you and to protect his unborn child, overrides his pain. He shifts his legs in the snow, trying to get back up, using your voice as a crutch to stand. He rocks himself onto his stomach and hoists himself up onto his shaky legs.
Will protect, Wolffe chokes out between pants as blood drips from his muzzle. Won’t lose. My mate. My pup.
The Alpha watches Wolffe carefully. His own white coat has been stained by blood. Some of it is his but most of it is from Wolffe. He finds the young alpha compelling. His protectiveness over his mate is rivaled by that of many an alpha and he admires him for his strong will. The Alpha can sense it strongly now, the spirit that resides in Wolffe. An ancient spirit from many generations before him. The one that chases the moon at night and howls with his brethren in chorus song.
The Alpha approaches Wolffe and bows. I concede to you, young alpha.
Wolffe heaves in a labored breath, his shaking legs about to buckle underneath him. He’s not sure if this is a trick, but according to the laws that govern, this means he wins.
The Alpha steps closer and Wolffe takes a cautious step back.
Your spirit, the Alpha begins to explain, it’s strong and powerful; ancient as the dancing lights that adorn the heavens. Don’t lose it.
Wolffe stares into the golden eyes of the Alpha and sees his truth. He bows to the Alpha, turns, and limps his way over to you.
You and your mate will have safe passage through our land, the Alpha exclaims to Wolffe and his own pack.
Wolffe turns back to look at the Alpha. Thank you.
And with that, the pack of wolves disappear into the trees as silently as they came. You stare with wide-eyes, then drop to the ground, your legs refusing to bear the load of your body any longer. You don’t know if you should cry, scream, or laugh. Regardless, you and Wolffe are safe, at least you hope you're safe. You startle for a moment when you feel Wolffe’s nose touch you. You look into his tired eyes, trying to read them as best as you can, but you understand nothing.
“Can you turn back?” you ask. “To a human?”
Too weak, he answers, but his voice won’t reach your ears.
You sigh when you get no response. With no way to communicate with Wolffe, you’re not sure what to do. You don’t know where you are and with no comms to contact the battalion, you’re on your own. You stretch out your hand to pet Wolffe’s head, but you recoil it when you get too close, scared he might not be who you think he is. Wolffe sees your hesitation and lifts his head into the palm of your hand, nuzzling it for comfort. You smile and scratch behind his ears.
Overcome with the emotion you are holding in, you throw your arms around Wolffe’s neck and bury your face in his soft fur. “You saved us. Thank you.”
Wolffe wants to melt into your embrace, but a snowflake landing on his nose reminds him of the other situation. Wolffe pulls out of your arms and starts pushing at his armor with his nose, piling it together. You tilt your head at his actions, but when you see the snow start to fall again, you get the idea. You stack Wolffe’s armor neatly and wrap a cord around it so you can tie it to your pack. Wolffe grabs his bag between his teeth and you grab yours, slinging it onto your back.
Wolffe starts limping forward and you walk closely behind him, following his lead through the forest. If anyone can get you home, it’s Wolffe. You soon reach the end of the forest and stare out into the wide advance of nothingness. The snow falls harder and the wind begins to howl. You shiver as the cold air breaches your layers of clothing. Wolffe turns around and stands behind you. He noses at his bucket tied to your pack and you wonder what he wants.
You put your pack down and carefully remove his bucket from the neatly tied package of armor, then hand it to Wolffe, unsure of what he could possibly want with it in that form. It’s not as if it will fit on his head.
If Wolffe could roll his eyes, he would, but instead he pushes his nose against the bucket so it goes back towards you.
You sigh and shake your head, still unsure of what he wants you to do with it.
Put it on! Wolffe growls as he drops his pack from his mouth.
His sudden outburst startles you. “I don’t know what you want me to do!” you snap at him.
Wolffe tries to calm himself. The language barrier is grating on him, so he takes the bucket in his mouth and places his front paws on your knees to gain some height, then haphazardly drops the bucket on top of your head. It sits crooked and looks funny from Wolffe’s vantage point, but it should get the point across.
“Oh,” you realize. “You want me to wear it.”
Wolffe nuzzles his nose against your hand as an affirmation.
You situate his bucket on your head, but it’s too big on you and bobbles around. You think you look ridiculous, but if this is what Wolffe wants then this is what you’re going to do. It’s probably to keep your face from freezing off in the cold, but it could have other uses as well and you just don’t know it.
“How do you see out of this thing?” you ask as you try to walk forward, but the HUD throws you off balance.
Wolffe can’t smile or laugh, but he snorts through his nostrils at your comment. He sees just fine out of it, but then again, it is made for him.
You watch Wolffe’s reaction to your comment and wonder. “Can you understand me?” you ask.
Wolffe nuzzles his nose against your hand again to answer your question.
“We can work with that,” you think out loud. “We need some way to communicate... How about for yes or no questions, touch your nose to my hand for yes and growl for no?”
Wolffe touches his nose to your hand in agreement.
“Well, that was easy,” you breathe.
Actually, none of this is easy. You're several klicks away from your battalion, out in the middle of a snowstorm with a small amount of supplies, and an injured Wolffe who seems to be stuck in a wolf’s body. At least, that’s what you gather from the fact that he is still a wolf and not a human. You don’t have any way to confirm that theory, but you can’t imagine that he would choose to stay a wolf if he had a choice. The words you speak in your mind surprise yourself and you sigh.
Wolffe can smell the storm coming and he nudges your back to push you forward, causing you to stumble.
“Hey!” you turn around and exclaim. “Just because you’re a wolf doesn’t mean you can’t have manners!”
Wolffe snorts, picks his pack back up, and limps past you.
You huff, then hoist your pack onto your back and follow after him.
You’re not sure how long you’ve been walking, but your legs are tired and your body is freezing. The blizzard began to rage not long after you left the forest, and you're both out in the thick of it without much protection. The wind whips around you and threatens to knock you over as it bites your skin through your clothing. Wolffe was smart with making you wear the helmet. There’s no way you would’ve been able to see without it and your ears would have fallen off already.
You have one hand holding the strap of your bag and the other holding onto Wolffe’s tail as he guides you forward through the storm. You don’t know where he’s leading you, but you trust him that it’s towards shelter. Well, that’s what you're hoping for anyway. He, at least, has fur and is made for this type of weather, but, you don’t have a fur coat to keep you warm and your two heavy legs sink further into the deep snow while his four lighter legs sit closer to the surface.
It doesn’t take much longer for you to start staggering, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Wolffe when his tail gets yanked. It hurts, but it’s better than losing you in the storm, so he bears it without complaint. It’s when you let go of his tail that he gets worried. He turns around and looks back to see you laying still in the snow. Panic washes over him and he limps back over to you. He knows that if you stay like this, you’ll get buried in the snow and he can’t let that happen.
Wolffe drops his pack and digs with his paws to get your head out of the snow. He pushes you with his nose to try and get you back up, but you don’t budge. He knows you’re still alive, he can hear your heartbeat, but you still won’t move. He digs around each side of your body as the snow continues to bury your limbs. He grabs onto your outer jacket with his teeth and pulls, but with the weight of the snow you're too heavy for him. He steps back to reassess the situation.
Wolffe paces beside you as he tries to think, then howls in frustration towards the gray sky. Get up, cyare, Wolffe pleads. Please, get up.
He noses at your face, but gets no reaction.
We’re so close, Wolffe says, trying to encourage you to keep moving, like you did for him during the fight, but his voice falls on deaf ears. You have to get up! That’s an order!
He still gets no response. Not even a stir from you.
Don’t make me do this, cyare, Wolffe growls.
He only has one option left and it makes him sick to his stomach. It’s the last thing he wants to do, and he hopes you will forgive him when this is all over, but he’ll do anything to keep you safe. To keep you both safe. He digs out your left arm that has been re-buried by the heavy falling snow and bites down hard.
You jerk at the searing pain in your arm.
The adrenaline in your body starts pumping and you're quickly awoken. You figure you must have fallen asleep since you’re laying in the snow. You look up through the HUD with half-lidded eyes and see Wolffe crouching in front of you, your arm in his mouth. He’s biting you. He’s eating you. You stare at your arm as blood begins to soak through your coat sleeve. You’re scared. Not of the storm, but of Wolffe. He has your arm in his mouth and you're afraid he’ll rip it off.
“Get off me!” you yell hoarsely, scrambling to get up out of the snow and away from him. “I’m not your dinner!”
Wolffe drops your arm before you hurt yourself. I’m sorry.
You stare at him and then your bloody arm in shock and disbelief. “You bit me!”
Regret washes over him at your reaction. I’m so sorry.
“Why?” you ask. You feel heartbroken and confused as to why Wolffe would bite you. Why he would intentionally hurt you. You don’t understand. All of those sweet promises he’s whispered in your ear during moments of passion slip away on the raging winds of the blizzard. He told you he’d never hurt you, but he did. He hurt you and you’re bleeding. “Why would you do that?”
Wolffe drops his tail between his legs and lays himself flat against the snow to seem less intimidating. He wishes he could explain, but he can’t. He never meant for you to misconstrued his intentions so far as to think he would attack you on purpose, or eat you. It’s the worst-case scenario, but he’d rather have you alive and hate him than have you dead and love him. You both need to keep moving, but he lets you settle down before making any more movements.
You lie in the snow as you let the adrenaline run its course. The snow starts to pile around you and in a moment of clarity, you understand why he bit you. If he didn’t wake you, then you would have been buried in the snow and froze to death. It doesn’t make the wound hurt any less, and you’ll never forget what it looked like to have your arm bleeding in his mouth, but you can push past your anger for the moment and move on. You can talk about it later when you’re both safe.
You make an attempt to push yourself up and out of the snow, but struggle. Wolffe gets up and places his muzzle under your other arm, trying to help lift you so you can stand. You get the picture and use him to pull yourself out of the snow. Once you’re up, you lean against Wolffe to help regain your balance before trekking on. Moving is a chore for both of you now. Between his wounds and limp and your frozen and tired body, it’s a miracle you’ve even gotten this far.
When you’re ready to get moving, you grab onto Wolffe’s tail. He picks up his pack, and once again guides you through the blizzard to shelter. It’s not much further before you see a dark shadow appear through the blinding snow. As you get closer, you see the outline of a cabin and breathe a sigh of relief. You knew Wolffe would find shelter, and you’re so thankful that he’s with you. If it weren’t for him, you’d still be back in the woods, waiting to be devoured by wolves.
You approach the cabin and Wolffe scratches at the wooden door, whining for you to open it. You pull the latch and Wolffe drops his pack and runs in before you to be sure it’s safe. The last thing you need is more danger or obnoxious critters. The cabin is dark and cold, but solid, and not too drafty. It will do just fine to wait out the rest of the blizzard. Wolffe circles back from his perimeter search and presses his nose into your hand to let you know it’s safe for you to enter.
With Wolffe’s nose-touch of approval, you pull the door shut against the merciless winds and latch it closed. You drop your pack down, pull out some glow sticks, and the small heat lamp you had in your tent. You crack the glow sticks and place them around the outer areas of the cabin to get some much needed light, then place the small heater in the middle of the room. It won’t throw enough heat for the entire cabin, but it will take the chill out of your bones for the time being.
Wolffe can see without the glow sticks, but he knows you can’t. As you settle in, he does a more thorough reconnaissance and assessment of your situation. There’s a fireplace, some chopped wood, an old table, some broken cabinets with no food in them, and a worn out rug in the middle of the floor. It’s not much, but it’s enough. More than enough, actually. Wolffe turns when he hears you strike a match to light the fireplace. The small fire casts a warm orange glow in the room.
Finally able to relax, you take Wolffe’s bucket off and place it on the table alongside his armor. You pull your coat and gloves off, and blow into your hands to warm them up. It will take a little for the fire to heat the entire cabin. You look over at Wolffe and see the blood dripping from his shoulder. You’re not sure how he’s still standing, but you need to get that wound taken care of before it becomes infected. You grab the medpack from your pack and walk over to the fire.
“Come here,” you call as you sit crisscross on the rug and pat the area next to you.
Wolffe, absolutely exhausted, slowly limps over and lies down on the carpet beside you. He places his muzzle on your left leg and you run a hand across his head. He closes his eyes. You gently move your hand down to touch the area where his shoulder is bleeding and he whines. You frown, then grab the bacta and start applying it. Wolffe kicks out his hind leg at the pain, but he stays still for you. Finally, you wrap the wound in bandages, then take care of the other bites.
Once you’re done with Wolffe’s wounds, you move onto your own. You pull the sleeve up on your left arm, and wince as the movement opens the scabs that are stuck to the fabric.
Wolffe picks his head up off your leg when he hears your pain. He looks for the source and sees the puncture marks of his teeth on your arm. His stomach drops. He gave you that wound. It’s his fault that you’re bleeding and he wishes he could fix it. If only he had the strength to change back, he could bandage your wound, instead of forcing you to do it yourself. In an effort to help, he leans forward and licks at your wound, but you recoil and reflexively whack his nose.
“Ow!” you exclaim. “That hurts!”
Wolffe whines and lowers his head to rest on the rug between his front legs. He didn’t mean to hurt you even more. He just wanted to help. I’m sorry, cyare.
You look at how sad he is and sigh. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I know you didn’t mean it.”
Wolffe remains still, but lifts his eyes to look up at you.
You meet his gaze and offer him a sad smile. You can never stay mad at Wolffe for long, even if he did bite you. Usually you like it when he bites you, but not when his teeth are as sharp as a vibro-blade. Besides, there’s no use in staying angry at him, not when he’s already saved your life three times in one day. You pat his head and give him a small scratch behind his ear, which seems to perk him up a little. “Good boy.”
Getting back to the task at hand, you apply the bacta to your wound and wrap it in a bandage. It’s not the best job you’ve ever done, but you did it with one hand, so you feel somewhat proud of yourself. Now that the wounds have been taken care of, you move onto food and water. You get up from the floor and rifle through Wolffe’s pack. You grab the canteens and rations from it, since you used your supply back in the forest, and sit back down next to Wolffe.
You reach out to hand one of the canteens to Wolffe, then stop when you remember he can’t drink out of it like a person. You sigh, stand back up, and walk over to the kitchen area past the old wooden table. There’s no food in the cabinets, but there has to be a bowl you can use, and it doesn’t take long for you to find one. You wipe it out with your shirt and bring it back to where you were sitting, then place it in front of Wolffe’s nose and pour the canteen of water into it.
Wolffe continues to lie on the floor, but picks his head up to lap at the water in the bowl. He didn’t realize how thirsty he was until the first droplets hit his tongue and he eagerly drinks the rest of the bowl, being careful not to spill any of the precious resource. When you try to refill the bowl with more water, Wolffe stops you. He doesn’t need it as much as you do, and if push comes to shove, it’s easier for him to go find water in his wolf form, than it is for you as a human.
Once you’ve had your fill of water, you open up the ration pack and toss one of the bars to Wolffe. He catches it mid-flight in his mouth and eats the entire bar in one bite. You’re a little surprised, but you’re not sure what you were expecting, considering the size of his mouth and what wolves actually eat for sustenance. You chuckle. “Well, those aren’t going to last long.”
When you try to give Wolffe another ration bar, he does the same thing he did with the canteen of water and declines it. He intentionally doesn’t catch it, and the second bar comically bounces off of his head and onto the ground. Wolffe gently picks the ration bar up in his mouth and drops it in your lap for you to eat. He can survive on the one ration bar for a while. It’s more important to him that you get your proper nutrients to help keep you and the little one healthy and safe.
You pick up the ration bar and cringe in disgust that it has some of his wolf-saliva on it. But, then again, it can’t be the worst bodily fluid of Wolffe’s you’ve ever put in your mouth, so you eat it without complaint and try not to think about it too much.
After you finish the ration bar, you and Wolffe sit in silence for a while and just listen to the crackling fire in front of you and the howling blizzard outside. It’s peaceful, in a sort of sense, and almost comforting. You look over at Wolffe and wonder if he’s fallen asleep. He has his front paws crossed with his head resting on top of them and his eyes are closed. You look back over at the fire and yawn, thinking it’s best for you to get some sleep as well. You’re exhausted.
You get up off the floor, walk over to the table, grab the blanket from your pack, and sit back down next to Wolffe. You look over at him and his eyes are open and staring at you. You shake your head at his alertness. Not much gets past him. You stretch your arms out over your head, then lay the blanket on your body. You rest your head on the hard floor, which quickly becomes uncomfortable, and you know you’ll wake up with a crick in your neck if you try to sleep like this.
You sit up and look at Wolffe, who is still watching you. “Can I…” you fidget with the edge of the blanket. “Can I lay on you?”
Wolffe picks his head up and beats his tail against the wooden floor.
You giggle at his response. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Wolffe changes his position and lies out flat on his side with his legs outstretched towards the fire. He doesn’t care what position he sleeps in, because his fur works as a buffer against even the hardest of surfaces. He’ll gladly be your pillow and he’s happy to oblige you. You're still his cyare, even when he’s in his wolf form. The wolf form changes nothing about how he feels about you or his devotion and duty to protect you. He may be in a wolf’s body, but his heart is his own.
You situate yourself between Wolffe’s legs and lay your head on his side, being careful not to disturb any of the bandages. His body is warm and his fur is soft. You can feel him breathing steadily as his chest rises and falls, and the sound of his heartbeat is so similar to his human form that when you close your eyes, you can imagine it’s him you’re laying against. You nuzzle your cheek against Wolffe’s soft fur and let yourself drift off to sleep, safe by his side.
When you wake up, you feel a slight chill and notice the fire has died down. You need to get up to put more logs on it to stay warm, but you don’t want to move. You lazily rub your face against Wolffe, but it doesn’t feel right. There’s no fur. You pick your head up and look at Wolffe, but he’s no longer a wolf, he’s human. He’s also completely naked. Realizing that he’s going to freeze to death being exposed like that, you lay your blanket on top of him and get up to rekindle the fire.
You're glad he’s back to normal. You weren’t sure how long he was going to be a wolf, or if he was ever going to change back into the man you know, but you feel relieved now. You carefully lift the blanket to check the bandages, and you can see his injuries better now without the fur, and they look good. Nothing is infected, but the bandage on his shoulder needs to be changed. You run your fingers through his hair, then warm yourself by the fire and wait for him to wake up.
It’s not much longer before Wolffe begins to stir and shift uncomfortably on the hard wooden floor. You smile as you hear the familiar grunt he makes when he wakes up from a good night’s sleep and you bask in the sound of the deep voice you love so much. You turn from the fire to look at him, and you see him try to push himself up from the floor and onto all fours. You scoot across the rug and gently push him back down before he reopens the wound on his shoulder.
“Cyare,” Wolffe says, his voice rough with sleep. He tries to touch his nose to you, but he misses by several inches, not realizing that he’s back to his human form.
“It’s me,” you giggle.
“You can understand me?” Wolffe asks in confusion.
“You’re you again,” you explain as you grab his hand and touch it to his face. “See? No fur.”
Wolffe grunts like he has a hangover and places a hand against his throbbing head. “Must have changed back in my sleep.”
“Yeah, about that…” you say, trying to segue into the obvious.
Wolffe slowly sits up, the blanket falling down around his waist. “It’s a long story.”
“We’ve got time,” you counter while sitting down next to him. “The blizzard hasn’t let up.”
Wolffe sighs. He knew this conversation was coming and he thought of several ways to explain it to you without it sounding like some bizarre folktale, but he’d rather not. “You won’t believe me.”
“Try me,” you say with folded arms.
A shiver runs up Wolffe’s spine and he realizes he’s naked. “Can I have my blacks first?”
“Oh, yes, of course,” you say before getting up and grabbing the spare set of blacks Wolffe put in his pack, then returning to hand them to him. “Sorry about that.”
Wolffe chuckles and grabs his blacks from your hands. “Nothing to be sorry about.”
Wolffe quickly puts his blacks on and melts into the comfort of the tight bodysuit against his bare skin. He sits back down next to you and immediately pulls you into his lap, your back against his chest, and wraps his arms around your stomach while burrowing his face in your neck. He peppers your neck with soft kisses, making you smile. His kisses become longer, more focused, and he trails them from your neck down to your shoulder as his hands creep under your shirt.
“Wolffe,” you say knowingly.
“Hm?” he mumbles into your neck.
“You’re stalling,” you say as you remove his hands from under your shirt.
Wolffe grunts at your perceptiveness. He really thought he could make you forget by working you up, but he was dead wrong. You want to know, and he knows you well enough that you won’t let it go until you have an answer. With a heavy sigh, he stops his attack of kisses and shuffles you around in his lap so you’re facing him. “Are you sure you want to know?”
“Yes,” you answer. “Tell me everything.”
Wolffe sighs and begins his recount of the events.
“It was near the beginning of the war. My first campaign after losing my battalion and my eye. I was at my lowest point back then.”
Your shoulders slump and eyes soften at his words.
“During the campaign I got separated from the battalion, on a world similar to this one, and I found myself cold and alone on the side of a snowy mountain, staring up at the night sky and waiting to die. Thought I was going to.”
You lean your head on his shoulder as you continue to listen.
“Then I saw these green and blue lights appear out of nowhere and dance across the black sky, right over my head. They were beautiful. As I stared up at the lights, I saw this white figure jumping down from them like it was a staircase or something. As it got closer, it kinda looked like a wolf, but it was see-through and wispy-like. I’d never seen something like that before.”
You chuckle at Wolffe’s descriptions.
“You find it funny, but I thought I was dying and seeing things. So, the wispy-wolf-looking thing came over to me, and I mean it stood right next to me, and started talking to me. It said I had a ‘strong heart’ and a ‘wise mind’, or something like that, and then it asked me if I wanted to live. I actually thought about saying no, but I ended up saying yes for whatever reason.”
You grab onto Wolffe tightly, and he rubs your back to soothe you.
“Then it spoke again and said it was an ancient wolf-spirit that travels across the night sky, waiting for someone worthy who can tether it back to the ground, or something like that. It didn’t make much sense to me, but I agreed. It was better than dying on that mountainside. Then that thing walked right inside of me and I nearly pissed myself.”
You snort.
“That was my first transformation into an actual wolf. Once I was in the wolf form, I could smell and see and sense all kinds of things. That’s how I found my way back to the battalion. The general was the only one who knew it was me, through the force I guess, and we never told anyone. It took a little to figure out how to transform back, but the wolf-spirit’s been inside me ever since.”
“You can’t get rid of it?” you ask. “Just out of curiosity.”
“Not that I know of,” Wolffe shrugs. “It’ll probably leave me when I die, and go back up into the dancing lights.”
“I guess that makes sense,” you say.
Wolffe tilts his head to the side. “It does?”
“Well, yeah,” you answer.
“So, you believe me?” Wolffe asks.
“Of course,” you say with a small laugh. “There’s no reason not to. Besides, there’s lots of things in this galaxy that we don’t know about, and wolf spirits now aren’t one of them.”
Wolffe gives you a crooked smile and places his forehead against yours. “I don’t deserve you.”
You lean into the embrace and sigh, but your happy moment is interrupted by your growling stomach.
“Hungry?” Wolffe asks.
“A little,” you answer while getting off his lap.
You walk over to the table and pull out the last package of rations from Wolffe’s pack. You open the package and put one of the bars in your mouth, then throw the other one to Wolffe. He catches it, but he doesn’t eat it.
“You can have mine,” Wolffe says.
You cross your arms. “You need to eat.”
“I can wait,” he says.
“You're injured,” you argue. “You need energy to recover.”
“I have reserves,” he retorts.
“Wolffe,” you huff. “I’m not arguing with you. Eat the bar.”
“I said, no,” he says sternly.
“Fine,” you say as you put your coat on. “Then I’ll go find you something to eat.”
Wolffe gets up from the floor and grabs your arm. “You’re not going anywhere.”
You give Wolffe an incredulous look, then yank your arm back. “What is your problem all of a sudden?”
“I’ll go out and find us some food,” he says.
“You’re injured!” you exclaim. “If you transform back into a wolf, you’re going to break open your wound!”
“That’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he says.
“Well, I’m not,” you huff and start walking towards the cabin door.
Wolffe stands in front of it with his arms crossed. “You’re staying in this cabin and that’s an order.”
“Wolffe, I swear to the Maker, you can’t just pull rank on me whenever it suits you!” you exclaim.
“Too bad,” he says.
You fume and try to push past him. “Get out of my way!”
Wolffe groans. “Stop fighting me!”
“Stop telling me what to do!” you yell.
Wolffe grabs your shoulders and shakes you. “What do I have to do, huh?” he asks. “Tie you up?”
“Maybe,” you sneer.
“Why can’t you just listen to me?!” he exclaims.
“Because,” you begin, “you’re not making the best decision for the two of us!”
Wolffe’s patience snaps. “Only because I’m trying to make the best decision for the three of us!”
You pause, taken aback by his choice of words. “Three?”
Wolffe sighs and leans his head back against the door, kicking himself for saying the one thing he didn’t want to say.
“Wolffe,” you ask slowly. “What do you mean by three?”
Wolffe wipes his hand across his face and looks at your confused expression. “You’re pregnant.”
You gasp in shock. “What– How– When– How do you know that?”
Wolffe rubs the back of his neck. “It started out as more than a hunch, but when I transformed into a wolf, I knew for sure because I could hear its heartbeat.”
You place a hand on your stomach and stagger backwards, looking for a place to sit as you try to process this life-changing information.
Wolffe catches you and guides you to one of the chairs by the table. He kneels down in front of you and takes your hands in his. “I wasn’t going to say anything until you figured it out on your own. I’m sorry. It would’ve been difficult to explain.”
You stare at Wolffe, still in disbelief. “I’m pregnant?”
Wolffe nods his head. “Yeah.”
“I’m pregnant,” you say as you continue to stare at Wolffe.
Wolffe isn’t sure what to do, so he just stays still and waits for you to make the next move.
Suddenly, the lightbulb turns on in your head. “That’s why you gave me your rations and why you didn’t want me to leave.”
Wolffe lets his shoulders relax as you finally understand. “Exactly,” he sighs. “I was worried about the baby.”
You start to laugh and Wolffe raises his eyebrow in confusion. You throw your arms around Wolffe’s neck and squish yourself against him tightly. He pulls you from the chair to sit in his lap and holds you there for as long as you will let him. He rubs your back with his hands and soothes you with soft kisses along your neck.
“Will you let me take care of you now?” he whispers.
“Yeah,” you mumble.
Wolffe gives you one last big squeeze, then hoists you up to carry you over to the rug near the fire. He places you down gently on the rug and wraps you up in the blanket, then gives you a small kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be back soon.”
“Promise?” you ask.
“Promise,” he answers.
Wolffe removes his blacks, since it’s the only pair he has and he doesn’t want to ruin them, then hands them to you. “Here, they should smell like me now.”
You smile, take them from him, and breathe in his calming scent.
Wolffe leaves the cabin, making sure the door latches securely behind him, then transforms into a wolf so he can find some food. His shoulder wound still hurts, but he can walk on it without much of a limp now, which is fine for him. Even if it was broken, he would still go out and find you food. The urge to protect and provide is so much stronger now that he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that you’re carrying his child. He would do anything to keep you both safe.
Now that you’ve settled down and have time to think, you feel bad for being angry and argumentative with Wolffe. Everything he’s done for you since he first found you in the forest has been to protect you and the baby you didn’t even know about. You can’t even begin to imagine how difficult it has been for him to keep that secret for so many weeks. You’re body hasn’t changed, so it never even occurred to you that you could be pregnant, but he knew.
You wait diligently in front of the fire for Wolffe to return, wishing you had a data-pad to distract yourself with, or even a deck of cards, or anything. Waiting in the quiet is making you fidget out of boredom, and if you’re not careful, you’ll fidget your fingernails right off your fingers. You need something busy yourself with, so you scan around the cabin to try and find inspiration. Then you realize that whatever food Wolffe brings back with him is going to need to be cooked. Bingo.
You throw Wolffe’s top blacks over your head, so you don’t have to carry the blanket around, and you walk over to the kitchen portion of the room. You go through all of the broken cabinets and drawers until you find something to cook in. You have a fire, but throwing some dead carcass on an open flame makes your stomach churn. Eventually, you find a large pan hidden away in a corner. It’s a little dusty, but it’ll do. You clean it off, then set it near the fire to preheat.
Satisfied with your preparations, you sit back down onto the rug and continue to wait for Wolffe. Your wait isn’t much longer before Wolffe returns from his hunt, but then again, without a chronometer, you can’t tell how long he’s actually been gone. The latch on the cabin door opens, then closes abruptly, and you smile while stoking the fire. You hear him take a few steps into the cabin as the floor creaks beneath his weight, but the steps are followed by a loud thud.
You whip around to see Wolffe lying on the ground, his fresh kill next to him. You rush over to check and make sure he’s still breathing, and he is. Thank the Maker. His body is cold from exposure, which makes sense, but you notice his breathing is labored and he’s sweating. You put your hand to his forehead and it’s hot. He has a fever. You curse under your breath, and check under the bandage on his shoulder. It’s red around the edges, just what you were afraid of.
“Wolffe,” you say. “I need you to get up for me.”
Wolffe groans.
“Come on,” you say while putting his arm around your shoulder. “You’re too heavy for me. I need you to help me.”
Wolffe musters what he can and you do your best to drag him over to the rug by the fire. His body is cold, and you need to warm him up so he has a chance to fight the infection. You lay him down on the rug and work to get his blacks on. It’s a struggle, and you wish he would’ve stayed in his wolf form since it came with its own fur coat, but you guess it’s better if he can talk to you. You cover him with the blanket, then focus on cleaning and redressing his shoulder.
Once you get Wolffe situated, you turn your attention to the dead creature at the door. You're not completely sure how to turn it into dinner, so you just throw it into the pan next to the fire and hope for the best. It’s better than starving, but you wish you could make it into soup to help Wolffe. You think for a moment, then get an idea. You grab snow from outside and use it to fill the pan. Then take the electrolyte package from the medpack and dump it in the pan too.
You look at your concoction brewing by the fire and narrow your eyes. “That’s going to taste awful.”
“Mesh’la,” Wolffe calls in between pants.
You turn your attention away from the pan and back to Wolffe, then scoot over to him. “I’m here.”
“Sorry,” he breathes.
You smile and wipe his forehead with your sleeve. “Don’t be. You took good care of me, of us. Now it’s my turn.”
Wolffe doesn’t respond, but you know he would if he could. What’s important now is that he gets rest.
After a little while, you check on the weird soup you’re trying to make and see that the creature is thoroughly cooked, at least, you think it’s thoroughly cooked. You taste some of the ‘broth’ and you’re not impressed, but at least it has salt and nutrients in it. You scoop up the broth into one of the bowls you found and bring it over to Wolffe. You situate yourself behind him so he can sit up against you and you can help him drink it. He fights you on it, but you eventually win.
Once you’re both fed, you throw more logs on the fire and settle in on the rug next to Wolffe. He’s shivering from his fever, so you snuggle up to him to try and keep both of you warm. It’s not ideal for you, but you know Wolffe would try to give you the blanket and his blacks if he knew you were cold, and you can’t let him do that, not when he’s sick. With Wolffe heating your back and the fire heating your front, you let your mind slow down and drift off to sleep.
The next two rotations, you guess, are similar. Wolffe’s fever continues as he fights the shoulder infection and the blizzard still rages on outside. You wonder if it’ll ever stop. The only good thing about the cold is that you can leave the leftovers outside and defrost them by the fire when you need them. Lucky for you, Wolffe brought back a decent sized creature that you’ve been able to ration out. But, the food reserves are dwindling, and neither of you will survive on nothing.
Finally, on the third rotation, you think, Wolffe’s fever breaks and his infection looks much better. He continually apologizes to you for getting sick, but he knew that if he didn’t bring back food, and he fell ill, you both would have been in trouble. You, of course, tell him not to worry about it and that you’re glad he came back safely. He saved your life, again, and you couldn’t be more grateful. Actually, he saved both you and your baby’s life, which makes you love him even more.
Not long afterwards, you both notice a silence. It’s still dark outside, but there’s a certain sound missing. The sound of the howling winds. You walk over to the cabin door, with Wolffe right behind you, and you open it to see nothing but a white ground and a black sky. The storm is over. You smile and lean back against Wolffe’s chest in relief. Now you can leave and head towards the rendezvous point to meet up with the battalion. It won’t be difficult with Wolffe leading the way.
As you stare out into the darkness, hot puffs of breath mingling into the cold night air, the sky lights up with green and blue colored streaks. Your mouth gapes and your eyes widen at the magical sight. It’s just like Wolffe described, dancing lights in the night sky. Wolffe wraps an arm around you and pulls you close against him and smiles. He’s happy you get to see them too. Then he hears the spirit within him howl towards the dancing lights above and he feels complete.
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foxigemini · 7 months
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A Little Bit of Fun (Captain Rex x Female Reader x Commander Cody Smut)
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Summary: You work at a brothel/strip club for clones. Wolffe has convinced a curious Cody and a reluctant Rex to come along with him to this establishment. Once there, Rex and Cody can't resist your beauty.
Warnings: Nsfw, Smut, Threesome, Oral Sex, Fingering, Unprotected Sex.
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"Can't believe Wolffe convinced me to come along to this place," Rex muttered and crossed his arms as he leaned back against the chair.
"You can't tell me you haven't been a little bit curious about this establishment?" Cody said with a teasing smile as he took a mouthful of his beer.
"No. I haven't," Rex replied and glared at the commander.
Cody raised one of his eyebrows and sat his glass down on the table. "C'mon, Captain. Are you really telling me that you've never jerked off while fantasizing about fucking a woman?"
"Of course not!" Rex's face went bright red. "I am a soldier. I do not lower myself to such simple desires."
Cody laughed. "Yeah, right. Keep telling yourself that."
Rex huffed and ignored his brother as he scanned the room. "Where is Wolffe anyway?"
Cody nodded at something behind Rex and smiled. "Looks like he's already found his enjoyment for the evening."
Rex turned his head around and saw his other brother walking down a corridor with his arms around two women, his delightful laugh booming through the room.
Rex shook his head and looked back at Cody, ready to say something, when the music volume suddenly increased, drawing every clone's attention to the scene where Rex and Cody sat. Rex turned to the stage, his eyes widening as a woman walked out from the shadows wearing nothing but the thin fabric of clothes covering her sex and breasts.
*
The spotlights licked your swaying curves as you grabbed the pole in the middle and started dancing. Closing your eyes, you felt the music in every fiber of your body, letting it control your every muscle. Most workers here hated their job, found it degrading, but you loved it. Nothing was more thrilling than having the attention of all the men in the room, feeling their desire for you. Some might call you weird for it, but who cared what others thought?
You smiled at the two clones sitting nearest you as you wrapped your legs around the pole and bent backward, arching your back and pushing your breasts out. Well, well, these two were new here.
*
Cody swallowed hard as he watched you grind your sex against the pole, and his dick was painfully hard against his trousers. You reached back and untied the clothing covering your breasts and let it fall to the floor. Cody's breath hitched in his throat when he saw your tits, the first ones he'd ever seen in his life. Kriff, you were perfect. So soft and plump and tempting...
Rex couldn't tear his eyes away from your breasts bouncing as you danced in front of him and Cody, couldn't control his body's reaction as he felt himself become hard. Kriff...He blinked his eyes, tried to concentrate on anything but your tempting body, but it proved to be utterly hopeless. Your body moved around the pole with agility and enticing rolls of your hips until the song ended and you bowed to the cheering crowd before leaving the stage.
"Wow...kriff...she was...," Cody gulped and shifted in his chair, trying to ease his predicament.
Rex didn't say anything, only glared at his brother when he felt a hand on his shoulder and saw Cody's widened eyes.
"Well, hello, boys. You two are new here."
Rex turned his head around and met your smiling face. He clenched his jaw and glared at you, trying to ignore your hand sliding down his chest.
"How would you know? We all look the same."
You smiled and giggled softly. "Of course you don't. You all have distinctive features that separate you from each other. Like your scar," you said as you walked over to the other clone and ran your fingers across the scar on his face, smiling when he took a sharp breath. "What's your name, trooper?"
"C-Cody," Cody stuttered and fluttered his eyes as your hand ran across his shoulder.
"And your friend?"
"R-Rex. His name is Rex."
"Well, hello Cody and Rex. My name is y/n. Are you guys only here to watch? Or are you here to have some fun?"
"Uhhh...," Cody gulped when you suddenly sat down on his lap and rolled your ass against his crotch. "Oh, kriff..." he cursed under his breath and stared at your ass, his hands shaking mere inches away from your hips he didn't dare to touch.
You giggled. "Looks like you want to have some fun, trooper." You stood up and took his hand as Cody stood up on shaky knees. "And what about your friend? Isn't he coming too?"
Cody's eyes widened. "Y-You want us both??"
You smirked. "The more, the merrier. I'm not doing this without him," you said and winked down at the sterner clone still sitting down with his arms crossed and glaring up at you.
"Oh, kriff, c'mon Rex, please," Cody begged his brother. "You have to do this. You can't tell me you're at least a little bit curious."
"Wait. Are you telling me you're both virgins?" you asked, earning a blush from Cody. You giggled with joy. "Oh, this is gonna be so much fun."
*
Rex didn't know why he followed Cody and you through the corridor and into a private room. Maybe it was curiosity? A longing for something more? Something else? Once this war was over, he would be redundant. What would he do then? He had been thinking about Cut ever since he left their planet. About what it would be to have a family, children. Perhaps, there was more to this world than being a soldier.
Once inside the room, you gently pushed Rex and Cody down to sit on the couch. They looked up at you with big, wonderous eyes and you smiled down at them as you settled yourself between them, placing each of your legs across their thighs, spreading your legs for them.
"C'mon, boys. Don't be afraid. Touch me. You can do anything you want with me," you purred seductively as you ran your finger down Cody's jaw. Cody stared back at you and you could feel him holding his breath as his shaky hand came closer and closer to your inner thigh. The other one, Rex, had shifted from grumpy to curious as his fingers ran up along the sensitive skin on your inner thighs. He definitely was the more bold but silent one. Cody's fingers were finally grazing your skin now, his breath jagged as he inched closer and closer to your clothed sex. You closed your eyes and let out a soft moan from their touch and in that moment, something changed. You could feel it in the air. Opening your eyes, you met Cody's brown ones and something was different in them. Turning to Rex, you saw the same spark in them. A lust and dominance to take and claim what was theirs. They pulled down the clothing covering your breasts, exposing your nipples to their hungry gaze. They leaned and took each nipple into their mouth, flicking the tip of their tongues across the hard, sensitive bud.
"Oh, maker," you moaned and grabbed their heads. You looked down, meeting their gazes as they sucked on your breasts. They let go and hooked their fingers underneath the hem of your panties, giving you a silent command to lift your hips. You obeyed, let them pull down your underwear and toss them away. Cody and Rex stared at your pussy as you once again wrapped your legs around their thighs, their breaths labored as they reached down and explored you with their fingers.
"Kriff, you're so wet," Cody mumbled as he pushed his finger in and out of you. Rex didn't say anything as he found your clit, only groaned at the reaction he got from you when he touched it. He rubbed it again and you moaned, bucked your hips against his fingers.
"Kriff, do that again, Rex," Cody muttered and added another finger inside you. Rex started rubbing circles onto your clit at the same time as Cody fucked you with his fingers.
"Oh, yes, just like that," you gasped, feeling your orgasm building. "Faster, please..."
The clones obliged and you came swift and hard, wetting down their hands.
Cody and Rex stared down at your flushed face and heaving chest.
"Kriff, I can't wait anymore," Cody rasped and stood up as he started undressing. Rex followed his lead and you watched them with anticipation, knowing exactly how well-endowed they were. You bit your lip as they stood naked before you, their cocks hard and bouncing. Leaning back against the couch, you spread your legs for them with a smirk on your lips.
Cody quickly placed himself between your legs, hand wrapped around his cock as he aligned the head with your pussy and pushed inside.
"Kriff...," Cody moaned and bit his lip at the blissful, tight feeling of your pussy wrapped around him like a glove. He started thrusting slowly, watching mesmerized as he slid in and out between your pussy lips.
"Fuck, that's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Cody breathed and looked up at your face, his brown eyes connecting with your half-lidded ones. You smiled at him, then looked over at Rex who climbed up on the couch and aligned his cock with your lips. Smiling up at him, you stuck out your tongue and teasingly flicked it across the spongy head of his cock. Rex clenched his jaw and grabbed a fistful of your hair, tugging your head back. You gasped and stared up at him with wide, lustful eyes. Rex took the opportunity to push his dick into your mouth. You gagged and Cody let out a gasp as your pussy clenched down around him.
"Kriff, do that again, Rex. Keep fucking her mouth, she likes it."
The clones smirked at each other and started thrusting simultaneously, Rex's cock deep down your throat and Cody's hitting that sweet spot deep inside your pussy with each buck of his hips. Their moans and groans filled the room, along with the filthy noise of your gags and the wet sound of your pussy. It didn't take long for them to come, bringing you with them over the edge as they filled your mouth and pussy with cum.
"Well, this was fun. We have to do it again sometime," you said with a cheeky smile as Rex and Cody got dressed. They didn't say anything, only flickered their eyes as they avoided looking at each other.
You giggled softly at them as you sat up and crossed your legs. "Are you suddenly being shy now? You weren't so shy moments ago when you were both fucking me."
"Umm...yeah, well...," Cody rubbed the back of his neck and glanced over at Rex, who glared at Cody and pointed his finger at him.
"We do not talk about this. Ever."
You chuckled delightfully as you watched them leave, certain they would return.
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dangraccoon · 22 days
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Nightmare
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Square filled: "go to sleep"
Word count: 341
Warnings: trauma, nightmare, The Outpost & related topics, comfort
Note: I am well aware that I am posting this in March of 2024, but I decided I wanted to keep going, deadline be damned.
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Crosshair awoke with a start, coughing violently, as he desperately fought to remove the snow that had filled his lungs in the avalanche. He needed to get to Mayday.
No- no, that wasn’t right. There wasn’t snow here and this wasn’t the mountain. The warm breeze fluttering the curtains as it passed through the open window was enough to dispel that. There were no vultures overhead, just the lazily turning blades of the ceiling fan. To his right wasn’t Mayday, but you, not frostbitten or injured, just sleeping.
He screwed his eyes shut, pressing his palms to them despite the way his right hand trembled.
“Cr’ss?” you murmured, groggily sitting up and scooching closer. “‘S’okay, baby.”
“I’m fine,” he answered too quickly. “Go to sleep.”
Despite his protest, you wrapped your arms around him, the warmth of your body enveloping his. You sleepily coached him through a breathing exercise, still holding him tightly and rubbing small circles into his back.
“Wanna talk?” you asked simply.
He sat silent, still going through the exercise without your guidance, but gave a little shake of his head.
You hummed an acknowledgment, repositioning yourself between him and the headboard with your legs on either side of him. Gradually, you eased him back to lean against you. He turned onto his side to press his ear against your chest, visibly relaxing as he listened to your heartbeat, strong and steady.
You combed your fingers through the short silver hair that had finally started to get some length back to it. “Which one?”
“Outpost,” he whispered. 
You pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head, heart aching when he shuddered underneath you. “Cold?”
He nodded, nuzzling his head ever closer to your chest. You reached down, grabbing and pulling the blanket up over both of you.
“Want more?”
He nodded again, so you reached for the remote on his nightstand. Turning it to a low setting, you heard a soft sigh of relief.
“What do you need, baby?” you murmured into his hair.
“Just you.”
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hesthermay · 1 month
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𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
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PAIRING: tech x gn!reader
SUMMARY: "when i met ana, i knew; i loved her to the point of invention." -sarah ruhl
WORDS COUNT: 1.1k
RATINGS + WARNINGS: general audiences. fluff. valentines day blurb. use of y/n. au where everyone is happy on pabu.
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“Tech?” 
“Yes?”
“...what is that?” 
Life on Pabu was breezy. Safe, protected, warm, and happy; Pabu was cut from a different cloth than the rest of the galaxy, light despite the unrelenting weight of Empirical oppression. Thus was why the Bad Batch had chosen it to hunker down and perhaps create some roots somewhere not centered around war and pain.
With the entrance of the Batch on Pabu, came the entrance of Tech into Y/N’s life. 
Peculiar, that one was, but you couldn’t help but find yourself enamored by him. Naturally, it was a slow progression between the two of you, with a friendship forming before the man even started processing the second layer of your relationship. Even with the ever so gracious help of Omega, Tech was oblivious to the little hints, the tension that organically formed, and could not fathom why you would go out of your way to do the simplest of things for him. 
Tech was more than capable of feeding himself, yet from time to time dinner was brought over with claims of having extra. He knew there was no way you, who lived alone, would have this much leftover food for one meal yet the possibility of you intentionally making this just to bring it to him was unrealistic—and even further, impossible. 
It had been Hunter who had let him in on the not so hidden fact that dinner nights with you weren’t really meant for them all. Yes, you were all of their friend—but those visits, that thought and care was for Tech. He had argued, of course, and it had been Omega this time who informed him that that was just what you do. 
“What they care for someone, they do things for them,” she explained as if it was the most obvious thing as she tinkered with some gadget. “Y/N makes dinner for all of us, but they always make your favorites, Tech. You know,” she turned, grinning at her brothers, “they always carry a cloth in case you need to clean your goggles.” With that, the girl stood from her seat, gathering her things and exiting the room, leaving behind an air of wisdom of someone much older than her. She did that often, and that was why Tech slightly believed her. 
Upon further research, Tech discovered what was known as a love language. The dots, how ever he missed them before, finally connected in his mind in the late of night. 
Rules he upheld with his brothers and Omega, he was more lax with you. Your presence when he was not in the mood to socialize was more tolerable than the rest, and he recalled all the times he had observed and factually stated that you were beautiful to himself. Beauty, though subjective in nature, was a natural occurrence in life. And Tech was not afraid of the truth, and the truth was that you had been beautiful all along, and he had thought of you slightly more special than most others he knew. 
That was what had led them to this moment. Tech had stayed up all night, working into the wee hours of morning on as many projects as he could manage. And then, waiting until he knew you would go about your usual tasks of the day, he trekked to your home and installed every creation he had produced. 
“You complained that the cover over your walkway floods your garden when it rains, so I created a funneling system to redirect the waterflow elsewhere,” he answered, pushing his goggles up his nose. “And you mentioned a draft because your front door would not close all the way, so I fixed it. And the side window that was previously cracked has been replaced with an upgraded version.” 
Your heart squeezed in your chest as you watched him rock ever so slightly on his feet, glancing at you here and there but not keeping his eyes on one thing too long, and it struck you that he must have been nervous. While Tech was known to fidget, nerves were not something he displayed signs of hardly ever, and heat gathered in your cheeks. 
The sun was warm, Tech was as handsome as ever, and your smile could not have been any larger. “An upgraded version, huh?” Your eyebrows raised playfully, voice light as you took one step closer. 
“Yes, upgraded,” he affirmed seriously before continuing, beginning to walk away. “As per your complaints, the window offered no privacy nor did it—” he cut himself off, stopping in his tracks when he noticed you hadn’t walked off with him. Instead of grumbling or giving a sarcastic quip, as he was ever inclined to do, he backtracked until your hand was grasped in his. He tugged your arm lightly, beckoning you to follow him as he resumed his explanation. “As I was saying, nor did it filter any of Pabu’s natural light in your home, so…” he trailed off until the two of you were planted right in front of the said window on the side of your house. 
It was your bedroom window to be exact, and true to his word, it was no longer cracked.
But instead of regular transparasteel, the surface had been frosted over. You could no longer see right into the room, but instead see little designs in the glass, swirls and such riddled all over the place. “I made this last night,” he offered, looking between you and the window, voice much softer than before. “The light, it will not be as harsh on you, and you now have privacy while still having the effect of an open window, which…” he exhaled ever so slightly, the weight of your hand in his heavy on his mind as he looked over at you once again, “which I know you love.” 
He was right. You had mentioned that the solution to your problem was as simple as some curtains, but then that would eliminate the natural light as a whole and that was the opposite of what you wanted. You had not had the skills or the mindset to create the solutions to these problems, though not detrimental in severity, but for some reason Tech had taken it upon himself to be the one to remedy them. 
“Tech…” you whispered, looking at him with a tender love he was not used to receiving. It made his heart rate accelerate in his chest, as he thought back to all of the acts of service you had done for not only him but his family as well.
You had loved him to the point of service, and Tech had realized that he loved you to the point of invention. 
“No need to mention it,” he whispered back, unable to fight off the blush in his cheeks as you smiled at him. “That is just what people do when they care. You taught me that.” 
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Don’t Call Me Flower
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Alright @techs-stitches! At long last, it is here!!!!! I finally finished the square you requested! I really hope you like it and thanks for the prompt :)
This story is a participating piece in @clonexreaderbingo.
Square: Phee
Attempt number 283: failed. 
You fumbled and mumbled over your words and the babbling turned into a short stutter. 
Luckily he didn’t seem to notice. 
Ugh.
You’ve tried starting a conversation with Tech 283 times since he arrived on Pabu, but each ended in a complete and utter failure. You were cut off, not loud enough, or your tongue would tie itself in knots. 
This isn’t saying you haven’t talked to him; you have…just never from your own initiative. Phee helped introduce you a great deal (you believed there was more to her motive here than just being friendly and inclusive like normal), one of the other Batchers or Omega brought you into the conversation, or Tech himself struck up an interesting comment. If the latter was the case, most of the time you just listened anyway and didn’t have an obligation to say much other than your appreciation of his observations. 
It’s been exactly three weeks since this ragtag group of clones arrived on your little paradise. Good thing they came when they did too. They’d become an important part of the community after the tidal wave that wreaked havoc on the island’s home and uprooted their entire lives. 
They were the breath of fresh air on a hot summer’s day which cools, but doesn’t chill. The kind that fills you with contended energy, and adventurous spirit.
And Tech, well, he’d caught your attention right away at Shep’s house; Phee invited you to join them for dinner the first night they were there. You smiled, seeing him hunched over his datapad. It was kinda funny, and cute in a way and you decided to try to pull his attention from it. You weren’t very successful. Phee was better at it than you but she worked some magic with her words then somehow always left the conversation suddenly and you and Tech would be ‘stuck’ with each other. 
Then the tidal wave hit and you, Tech, and Phee made a great team rescuing the people of Pabu.
That introduced a whole new tie you had with the clone but somehow, even though you worked well together, you were still shy when it was only the two of you, and struggled with making yourself seen or heard in a semi-intelligent way. 
Tech would come by more often than not with a new idea about improving town life (if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he’d enjoyed it and wanted to talk to you. Did he seem excited when he approached you? You wanted to say so *shrugs internally*) which would segway into other ideas and conversations. The topics always varied, but whatever it was, you always enjoyed it. 
What really made you fall for Tech (or when you finally realized it or stopped denying it or admitted to labeling this nonsensical attraction that drew you to him—you haven’t decided which one to choose yet) was when you were discussing your name to the Batch. How it came up, you didn’t remember. You thought maybe Wrecker or Omega commented on how cool it sounded. It was a normal name to you, and you told them what it meant and how your parents chose it for you before they passed. Phee had mentioned she had various nicknames for you. Of course, you turned bashful as she was naming them off but couldn’t help your outburst as she concluded:
“Those are my special names for her. I don’t know what you lot will call her, but you can’t borrow mine. They’re exclusively for me to use, so you’ll just have to think of something else special for her.”
“Call me anything, but DON’T call me flower!” 
“Why?” Tech tilted his head curiously to the side at your pout and curious out of character announcement.
“Would you like to explain to them why I don’t want to be called that?”
“It’s short for wallflower. Many of the town's kids growing up would call her that.”
“Wait, what? I don’t get it? Flowers are nice.” Wrecker scratched his head, confused.
“Ah, I understand the negative connotation. Wallflower is a term defined as a person who from shyness or unpopularity remains on the sidelines of a social activity. Often, the term is given to mean someone who is unattractive as well.”
You groaned and couldn’t repress an eyeroll, regretting it minutes later. You cringed at how you must have sounded at Tech’s explanation. 
“Flowers are also fragile and weak. Often trampled without a second thought.” You finished for him, crossing your arms annoyed. “So any way you look at it, it just isn’t…” you waved your hand dismissively.  
“Yes, but flowers are also…beautiful.”
The way he looked at you just then made your heart melt, your stomach twist with too many butterflies fluttering, and a red heat filled your face. 
His eyes were perfect and shining. Not looking down at his datapad making an off comment, but rather, they focused on you and his words felt very intentional. A small smile graced his lips and something gentle blanketed his face. 
“Besides, flowers can surprise you by being rather resilient and resourceful. Never underestimate.” 
He proceeded to name many species that were eye-catching and cunning for being plants.
How could you not? 
Tell me, who could blame you for letting something blossom in your heart after that? 
Thinking back to that day always made you feel better after a blunder. As mentioned, 283 times, but you never tired of looking back. It calmed you and encouraged you to try again; maybe you’d be able to have him look at you the same way again.
Currently though, you were sitting on the deck of Shep’s boat. Leyana wanted to take everyone out on the water after a long day of rebuilding the city. She and Omega were playing about the boat, Shep was steering the ship, and everyone else sat about stirring their drinks and telling jokes, laughing and relaxing. Tech was on his datapad but also joined in with comments of his own. When Phee asked him why he didn’t just put the thing down, he claimed he could do both.
That earned an eye roll from Omega and Wrecker. You wondered what warranted that. 
“What’s got your tongue tied, Gorgeous?” Phee came up beside you, while all the others looked out over the water at the coming sunset, putting an encouraging arm around your shoulders. By the look in her eye, she already knew.
You and Phee had been attached at the hip ever since you were born. She definitely was the older sister you never had. Growing up, she was always getting you in trouble and pulling you out of it. Phee looked out for you and practically raised you. She was only a few years older but sometimes when she got protective of you, it felt like she was much older than she naturally was. Kids weren’t always kind; you got bullied and called all sorts of things but Phee never let it slide. She got put in detention a few times at school for the extent she’d look out for you. You’d wait for her on the swingset outside and walk home together, every night without fail. 
You loved her, and never minded how different the two of you were. She was everything you weren’t, and you admired that. Together, you felt like a complete circle. Where she was outgoing, adventurous, spirited, confident; you were calm, shy and nervous. You were cautious when she threw credits to the wind. You were observant, watchful and insightful, playing in the shadows, calculating, accurately foretelling, while she confidently and boldly put out her ideas. You never minded being in her shadow, until now. It felt like only she would ever see the light you had to offer. It wasn’t the same kind as hers, but that didn’t make it any less special. She made sure you knew that, but it would be nice having it come from someone else as well…
You groaned. 
“How do you do it, Phee? It all comes so naturally to you. You can flirt, be fun and express what you feel and it comes across amazingly. When I try just getting a sentence out around him I can barely string a thought into words. And it doesn’t have to be an important thought either. Just saying I like the same berry juice he does sounds stupid. Why am I like this?” 
You let your head fall forward and hit the table with a bang.
“I’m hopeless.”
“You must reeeaaaally like Tech if you’re vaguely mentioning him.”
You didn’t reply. You just let your shoulders droop and turn to face her with a scowl. Her grin was teasing but her eyes sparkled softly. 
“I think you and Brown Eyes would make an amazing couple. He could learn a few things from you. Hun, just let him see the amazing woman I know.”
Phee gave your arm an encouraging squeeze.
“And I got a few ideas that might help him!”
“Really?” 
“Of course! That one can be kind of dense. He probably likes you but doesn’t even know it. Let’s help him realize it, shall we?”
“I don’t know about that…I don’t know if he even knows I’m alive.”
“If he doesn’t, I’m going to fix that too; even if I have to smack him in the face.”
“Don’t do that!”
“Not literally, Hun, figuratively.”
“Oh, as long as it doesn’t hurt.”
Phee chuckled, “Oh I can’t promise that. I’m going to make him notice you one way or another if it’s the last thing I do.”
“Now I feel like I should be nervous. Phee, what are you planning?”
“You leave that to me. And why on earth would you be nervous; it’s me we’re talking about here!”
“Isn’t that reason enough?”
“Very fair.”
Your grins were missed by everyone except for a goggled pair of eyes. He didn’t know why you were smiling, but he was happy to see it. He only wished he could have been the reason.
— — — 
Phee’s first attempt at matchmaking arose the next day, and did she have an idea! Phee assigned you and Tech to work on a pier so there could be more ports on the island for fishing and boating. 
You were handy and confident working with your hands. Phee knew you’d be at ease doing something you were capable of with your eyes closed. Perhaps you could teach Tech a thing or two as well. That would boost your confidence and your conversation topics. 
And Phee was right, for the most part.
You and Tech worked in perfect synchrony—and the repairs took the entire day so by the time the work was done, it was sunset. There were absolutely no hiccups with the construction. 
“I think we’re set!” You said excitedly testing the boards you both were kneeling on, “We should be able to head in for dinner.” You spoke too soon. The nails poking out on the board just under you caught your eye. You’d have to make sure those were bent out of the way so no one would get hurt.  “Oh drats.”
“Hm, it shouldn’t be too hard to fix. We’ll only be delayed a few moments.”
Tech rolled up his sleeves. Your jaw dropped in a gawk. 
“Oh…”
Tech’s eyes snapped to yours, head tilted curiously. 
“Ohhhh…..ohhh! Look!” You tried to cover up your blunder by pulling your eyes away from his forearms and to the water, pointing down at the glowing algae. “They never glow blue. They usually are green. Do you know why?” 
You looked up at the same time Tech was bending over to look down, hitting your heads on each other. The shock of the hurt sent you both hurtling into the water. 
Gasping and spluttering, you both emerged from the water covered with the glowing sea plant. 
“Well this was an unexpected pleasure.”
At first you couldn’t tell if Tech was being sarcastic or not but then you saw him examining the algae. “Quite impressive.”
“Yeah, it is.”
Looking into the water surrounding you illuminated by the mysterious blue, you missed the enchanted look he gave you. Of course, you couldn’t read his thoughts, but if you could, you would have known that the incident made him chuckle internally and it was worth it to see you crowned in the elegant plant. It was beautiful, tangled and dripping from your hair while the orange gold of sunset threw its color on you. You rather looked like a siren, calling him to you. 
But no, instead, you could only think all you accomplished was getting Tech thoroughly soaked and even more late for dinner because of your mishap. Now you’d have a matching bruise at least. That was something, right? Maybe? Maybe not? At least he got to examine the algae, that was a win. But he probably now thought you were a klutz. 
You couldn’t know how impressed he was with your skill. 
— — —
Phee wasn’t discouraged though. Her next idea was great in the planning and execution, for the most part. You somehow found a way to bangle it up. 
She asked you to make your favorite dish so everyone could go on a picnic. There was a beautiful field on the other side of Pabu where the scenery was green and lush and the animals were frequent visitors. It would be a fun and relaxing way to end the day.
Originally, it was supposed to be Phee, Shep, Leyana, and the Batch…or at least that is what you were told, but somehow, Tech was the only one who showed up—also under the same impression. 
You immediately saw right through the scheme but said nothing, blushing a deep red and internally cringing at the fact you didn’t see this coming. In fact, this is a scheme you pulled on Phee last year. She was just reusing it. You were relieved to see Tech did not catch on and thought it was a mishap the others didn’t show up. His brothers and sister had a last minute accident resulting in them not being able to go (which of course you knew was orchestrated between Phee and the others. How could it not. You’d put money on the guess Omega was in on this too.)
“No use letting the food go to waste, right?” You tried to shrug off the awkwardness, and it worked.
Tech heartily agreed and while you ate, your shyness melted away. You found yourselves swapping stories about those who you both loved and were not present. Laughing at foolish stories and regalling in the exciting ones. 
“Phee’s really brave. I’m not so much. I’m kind of her shadow. Everything she is, I isn’t.” You winced at the weird choice of words. It’s fine. Play it cool. Everything is fine…Everything is not fine. That sounded so dumb.
“I don’t get opportunities to be brave like she does. She creates those opportunities. If they came along by chance, I’d probably miss them or go running in the opposite direction.”
Before Tech could answer, a clan of moon-yos jumped you from behind, tangling themselves and laughing. The things clung to your arms and legs while the little ones stole away the cake you made for dessert. The treasure acquired, all the little annoyances left. 
You could only sit there and stare, dumbfounded. 
How? What just happened? 
In retrospect, you knew this about moon-yos. You should have seen that coming…you were just so eager to share your favorite fruit cake with your friends you didn’t even consider the creatures had the same taste as you. You normally foresaw this kind of thing! What was wrong with you? You were too eager, that’s all. 
With a heavy sigh, you closed the basket.
“Are you alright? Their claws didn’t hurt you?” You asked him, only letting a small bit of exhaustion into your voice. 
“No, it was rather an unusual occurrence…I would be alright if it didn’t happen twice in a lifetime though.”
“For you and me both, I guess we’d better head back, yeah? Lots to do tomorrow.” Packing up hid your embarrassment well, feeling like you wanted to die inside.
Tech helped you clean up, but in your distractedness, you missed the grin on his face and the wonder in his eyes. Their attack barely phased you. You were calm, cool, collected. Many would have shrieked and panicked. Not to mention how well you handled the loss of your famous desert.
The day certainly didn’t go as planned, but when was that a bad thing?
— — — 
A few days later, after one of Tech’s famous flying lessons with Omega, the Marauder needed some light repairs. The close proximity sensors went out…again. Phee slyly and quickly suggested that you could assist with the repairs to your great horror. You didn’t know anything about mechanical stuff. On the island, everything was hand built practically. You were good with a hammer, not a spanner. 
“Relax, Tooka,” Phee chuckled, “he probably won’t let you touch anything anyway. He’s rather particular about that ship. You’ll just talk and keep him company.”
What shocked everyone was when he excitedly agreed to your help.
You were not there to just keep him company.
Furthermore, dropping jaws, Tech was showing you what he’d like you to do. 
Tech was under a desk panel inside the ship, and you were on the comms outside working on the roof, connecting the wires he told you, when he told you. Sweating buckets, you wiped your palms on your pants again. This was his ship. His pride and joy. You couldn’t mess this up. Breathing heavily, you waited for the next set of instructions. 
“Alright, now connect the red sensor wire with the port of corresponding color. Then connect the blues.”
“Consider it done!” Somehow you managed to sound more confident than you felt. But that was a simple enough task. So far his instructions were easy and clear. But when you looked down at your panel, you noticed something looked off. The orange wire looked like it was melted into the port. If you connected the red now, you were sure the whole system would short circuit again.
You knew you should have asked but you didn’t. Instead, you took a firm hold of the orange wire and pulled. 
Sparkles flew everywhere, a small explosion sound startling you. A scream escaped your mouth and you fell off the side of the ship.
Tech, hearing the snapping, was already on his way out to see if you needed anything. Good thing, as you fell almost right into his arms, the force almost knocked him over but he somehow righted himself.
“Are you alright?” 
He set you down and started to examine your hands. 
“You are fortunate, you are not burned, what happened?” 
Throat constricting, you tried to explain the situation. Tears pricked your eyes but you wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of falling until you were alone. 
“Let me take a look.”
When Tech reached the top, he looked down at the panel amazed. He guessed right away you weren’t a mechanic, but he was excited to have you around and share this with you if you were willing. But, actually, if you didn’t do what you did, this would have been much worse. The tiny explosion would have been a bigger one. You had an amazing head on your shoulders and a great knack for technology. All it would take was a little training and you’d be a natural. He’d be more than happy to show you.
He was going to offer just that, but you’d disappeared before he reached the ground. Perhaps you needed space after the shock. That was logical. He’d finish this up. He’d see you at dinner and ask how you were. 
— — — 
Tech did not, in fact, see you at dinner. 
Indeed, Tech didn’t see you much after the accident. You were present the following morning when the boys and Omega went to market but after that you made yourself scarce and by the afternoon, he’d decided to seek you out. It didn’t take long to find you. You were on the ledge of the pier the two of you worked on together a few days ago. The thought made him smile.
Tech watched you hunched over on the pier, staring into the water and dangling your legs carefully over the edge. Your easy, relaxed smile he would often see on your face when you were alone or you thought no one was watching, was not present, and a feeling of worry washed over him.
Your eyebrows pressed together, hyper-focusing on something that wasn’t there. Lips were turned into a frown and mind distracted. 
That really wasn’t like you. From what he observed, you were quiet…but also observant. You watched and understood everything that was happening. You always knew your surroundings and not much got past you. Your eyes were ever watchful, a hidden light which carried a flame underneath. A mysterious flame that intrigued and fascinated him. It danced with an unshed energy which promised something great, though what was yet to be seen—your power veiled behind a mask.
There was so much to you. 
And he enjoyed every moment you let him in to discover something new.
The hidden garden of knowledge in the vastness of your mind and imagination was beyond anything he’d ever experienced. You brought up points he never even considered, and they excited him. Not many people outside his family had the ability to evoke an emotion of happiness from him.
You did.
And he found himself wanting to do the same for you. To be the reason you smiled. To be the reason you blushed and laughed. To be the reason for the clumsy mistakes out of distracted love. 
He chuckled thinking of your late encounters. They didn’t ‘end well’ according to what Phee explained at lunch (though to be honest, he didn’t understand how), but each time left him with a glowing feeling in his chest which spread to his cheeks in a blush. How could they not have ended well when each one left him feeling a glow of love and pride towards you?
You’d been down today, that he knew, but he didn’t know it was this bad. Tech thought it was merely your social anxiety he found got to you when things were loud and crowds pressed in on you. The market was hectic getting ready for that festival. He thought that was all it was.
This wasn’t that…He wanted to check in with you and make sure you were alright after that last incident but now he was unsure. Did you need some alone space? Would he only make matters worse? Then again, Omega had commented on it being nice knowing you’re cared for even if you didn’t want it at the moment.
A huge crash broke him from his musings and Tech watched you turn in horror towards the source of the sound. 
You started yelling something in a language he didn’t understand, tripping over yourself to get to the collapsing building. You didn’t stop to put your shoes on, you didn’t hesitate. You just ran.
He started running too, there could be people who needed help but there was something about your urgency that made him pause. Why….
Oh. 
Tech doubled his speed. “Hunter, we have a problem. The orphanage under reconstruction is collapsing. I fear some of the children are still inside.” 
“On it. I’ll get Wrecker. We’ll be there shortly.”
— — —
This just wasn’t a good day.
You screwed everything up. You were sure Tech wouldn’t want to speak to you again after what happened. After everything Phee had done to help you. After how far you thought you’d come, you’d always be the screw up. 
You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair, feet dangling over the edge of the pier. In a better mood, you’d playfully kick in the water but now, they just hung idle, lacking the energy for anything more than allowing a cooling, numbing sensation to creep up your legs. 
Perhaps you were just overthinking everything. A little bit of sleep might do you some good. You and the boys had been doing so much to repair the town, you’d gotten little rest. Your mind would go into overdrive when you were tired. Perhaps that was just the case here. No need to panic (yeah right). Some little sleep would show you you were not over with (maybe). You’d gather the courage to apologize and fix your mistake. 
You would make it up to him somehow. 
If your friendship wasn’t permanently damaged, you’d find a way to mend it. You had to. Tech had grown to mean too much to you for you to let him go so easily. 
Disaster after disaster went before your eyes and you thought them through. Analyzed where you’d gone wrong. How you’d fix it or how you would make up for the blunder. It might take a while but it’d be worth it. 
However long it took. 
You’d talk to him first. This time, you wouldn’t stutter. You’d have to practice but you were determined. You would be heard and you’d get it out right. 
Before your plans could progress further, a huge crash broke through your thoughts. You turned to see the orphanage had collapsed. Fear coursed through your veins. Some of the children were helping where they could; they prided themselves in their hard work of what they contributed. They could be trapped! When you heard shouting and screams, you knew you were right. 
“Hold on, I’m coming!”
You pulled your feet and dashed toward the construction site. 
“I’m coming! Lil, run to the village and get help! Myles, go get the physician! Tali, get Shep!”
You quickly took stock of the situation around you. One of the walls fell outward, seemingly because the upper floor was unstable and tumbled through it. 
You heard your name cried out over and over and saw little Trisy running up to you. 
“Hep! Hep! Tabby is twapped inside, please hep!” She cried and pressed herself into your leg. You held her and knelt down to her level. 
“Hey, hey Tristy, look at me.” You swiped the hair from her face. “I’ll get her, ok? Where was she? Is anyone else inside?” 
Tristy shook her head emphatically. “No, only Tabby.” She whipped her face only for the tears and mucus to be smeared over her cheeks and forehead as well. Her breath was coming in heaves. 
“I’ll get Tabby; you stay here, ok?” 
You only waited for her nod of confirmation before dashing inside the building. 
“Tabby? Tabby! Where are you?”
You carefully tip-toed your way around the fallen logs, not wanting to upset anything. 
“Tabby, please answer me!”
“I-I’m down here!”
You looked down and saw a part of the floor was broken through one more level. A pair of shiny eyes looked up at you with newly enkindled hope grappling with fear. 
“Are you hurt?”
“N-no? I fell in after i-it fell. I think my ankle hurts a little, that’s all.”
Looking around for the best possible solution, you grabbed a rope to use as a pulley. Tossing it over what looked like a stable beam, you tested its strength, pulling and tugging. When it didn’t give, you tied one end around yourself and lowered yourself down into the pit. 
When you reached the bottom, the child crawled over to you and clutched your middle. The poor thing had been crying but was trying so hard to be brave.
“It’s ok, I’m here now! I gotcha.”
Wrapping one arm around the child, you slipped the rope around her. 
“Hold on tight, ok.” 
The child nodded and you hoisted the two of you up with a huff and humph. Grunting, you tugged the rope, dragging your body and the extra wiggling weight up. Sweat beaded on your forehead. Shoulders and arms squeezing and solidifying. Lumps formed where your muscles used to be and your neck felt like it was ready to burst. You just had to reach the top!
Hand over hand. Break. Heave. Hand. Hand. Heave. Heave. Hand. Heave. Hand. Heave. Heave. Heave. 
“We’re almost there. Almost. There.”
Gasping for air, you tugged one more time. Your muscles were shaking and you knew you couldn’t hold on much longer. You were so close to the top but you couldn’t let go. Tabby would get hurt if you fell. You just had to reach the top…
“May I be of assistance?”
That voice. One that you did not expect but yet were so happy to hear made you laugh and tears sprung to your eyes. Looking up, you saw a pair of goggled eyes looking down at you worriedly, hand stretched out in hopes of helping
“Can you grab her?”
“She is secured against you rather well. I would not be able to maneuver her without hurting her. I’ll grab the rope and pull, just hold on.”
Tech reached for the rope and pulled the two of you up, easing you into the unstable floor around the hole. His grip was firm and gentle. If you had time, you’d marvel at it, but your head was still reeling and you gasped for breath.
“Thank you.”
He didn’t anwer. He merely nodded…and placed his hand on your cheek? Quickly withdrawing it, he warned:
“Be careful, move slowly toward the outer part of the room. You should be safe then.”
As fast of a talker as Tech was, he didn’t speak fast enough for Tabby who was already trying to hobble toward the opening in the wall. Your eyes went wide, seeing the unstable beam before anyone else. 
“Tabby, no!” You darted, scooped her up and tossed her (praying you didn’t hurt her) to the opening where you knew the floor was ok.
Breaking through and falling through the floor in the process. 
Wood ate your leg, shards of teeth scraped all the way up from where you stepped. Hot blood seeped through the scratches as you tumbled into the darkness below. You were vaguely aware of someone shouting of your name.
You hit the ground with a sickening thud and crack. 
You couldn’t breath and you couldn’t move. 
Debris fell on top of you so whatever wasn’t broken, was weighed down. 
“Just great.” You gave a little sigh when air could enter your lungs again, trying not to give up too much breath. “This is fine. Everything is great.” 
Closing your eyes and focusing on your breathing, a peace settled over you. You knew you should be scared, but you weren’t. Shouldn’t you ask for help? Shouldn’t you be trying to get out? Definitely. But you could only lay there. 
Everything hurt…but it felt so nice to just lay there and sleep…
You loved Tech but why was he shouting at you? What was he shouting?
Oh.
“Wake up! You cannot go to sleep! Wake up!”
When did he climb down? How did he get down? How long have you been laying there? Surely not long…
Wait, did he just slap you?
Your eyes fluttered open.
“Hey.”
You tried to focus on Tech, eyes scrunched with undisguised worry as they searched your face and body. 
“That wasn’t nice. Waking sleeping people isn’t nice.” you mumbled with a slight smirk.
To your surprise, he didn’t spout off a fact like you expected him to, instead he smiled a little sadly. For the first time, he seemed unsure of what to say. 
“It is, if you’re afraid they will expire in their unconsciousness.”
“Fair enough.”
Wait, he was afraid of you dying? WAIT? WERE YOU DYING?
Panic overtook you. Eyes wide, you started to gasp and move around, words failing to form. Thankfully, Tech guessed your line of thought.
“Nothing to worry about. I have already woken you. You just need to stay awake for me, alright? I’ll move the debris off, and you will be just fine.”
“Are you lying to make me feel better?”
Tech looked at you and readjusted his goggles. “Now why would I do that?”
Wanting to shrug but not being able to, you settled for a sigh and fell silent. 
You felt a piece lifted off you…he was so strong…you could get lost in the movements of him heroically saving you but then he stopped. You nearly pouted but held back.
“Please, while I work, give me assurances you are still conscious. Talk if it isn’t painful or clench and unclench your free hand. I…was worried before. You fell rather far and hit your head.”
“Ok…”
Your mind searched for topics but the only one that came to mind was the thought that gave you comfort these past few weeks. You laughed a weak huff.
“Like I said…easily crushed…very appropriate…right…about now.”  
“No,” His voice was firm, not angry but steal-like, “like I said. Beautiful, brave, resilient, resourceful.” His soft smile returned. “Seems like Phee isn’t the only brave one of the two of you. My hypothesis was correct; I just wish you didn’t test it in such drastic measures.”
Your head nodded a little, the ghost of a laugh on your lips while your eyes fluttered closed.
“Please don’t go to sleep. I can’t lose you like this.” 
Wait…he was worried he’d lose you?!?
You wanted to comment on that. You didn’t know how, so after opening and shutting your mouth a few times, you settled on something equally important. 
Not knowing what else to say, you decided now was as good as ever to apologize. He might even be more forgiving with you in this condition.
“I’m sorry…for everything, Tech.” Tears started to well in your eyes. “I messed up so much. I ruined your ship. I—”
“You’re upset because you thought you hurt me or I was angry with you?”
You nodded, letting out a little sob. You couldn’t look at him, so you clamped your eyes shut and bit your lip, the pain keeping you from falling asleep. …he said your name so gently, the lump in your throat returned.
“You didn’t at all. I am sorry you thought that. I would have talked to you sooner had I known that is what upset you so. You were so grave I thought you needed some space as when you were overwhelmed. Phee told me you thought you ruined some important moments together, but I did not equate that with the toll it took on your mind. How could I when everything you did evoked a feeling of love for you?”
You sucked air through your lips and let the tears fall. 
“You’re not teasing me are you? Because l love you. And if this isn’t real, I swear…”
But you were startled into opening your eyes anyway. 
Did you die, or was Tech actually kissing you?
Tech placed one of his hands on your cheeks, stroking it gently with his thumb. His lips moved over yours ever so softly, as if he was afraid the movement would hurt you, yet there was a firmness there which reassured you that he wasn’t timid of you or how he felt. 
“You’re my beautiful flower. Nothing will ever change that. I promise. Now let’s get you out of here. If you wilt before, that is simply unacceptable and unforgivable after this confession.”
You chuckled, “Alright. Deal. No croaking before we leave.”
“Or after.” He sighed. “That was not giving you permission to ‘croak’ after being helped to safety.”
You could only laugh. 
“I won’t plan on it. Not when I’m finally yours. And Tech, only you can call me flower.”
“I thought it would be obvious...my flower.”
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freesia-writes · 11 months
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OMFG!!! Congrats on the 500 sweetface!!! That's gotta feel amazing <3
For the prompt, could I possibly have #10 with Fives?
hehehe thanks so much friend! Heeeere you go! Also... these are getting LONGER... I'm concerned that by the time I get to #13 they're gonna be like 10k words, LOL. That being said, hopefully this is a delight! I never realized how nerve-wracking it could be to try to write for someone; you want it to be everything they ever dreamed of but you're a totally separate brain, with only one line to go off of! LOL. And it's so hard to end these! I want to write a whole novel off of each one. ;)
“You shouldn't be with him. You should be… with me." - Fives Word Count: 3.7k Content Warnings: None really Fives x GN!Reader with a boyfriend ;)
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It was arrival day, and you were already dreading the agenda that lay ahead of you. Two separate squads and their Venator-class cruisers were scheduled for a quick turnover, requiring immediate service, detailed repairs, and thorough inspection before being ready to go as quickly as possible. Somehow it felt as though it had been happening more often lately, and you were starting to wonder how many of these damn cruisers there were. Your team was starting to chafe against the longer hours and constant pressure, but there was a light at the end of the tunnel -- a few days off, provided there were no unscheduled arrivals that would throw the whole thing out the window. 
The first cruiser docked with a whoosh, and the debarkation routine began. The previously-empty platform was suddenly swarming with mechanics, droids, shuttles, officers, and troopers, each headed in their own direction. Your boyfriend jostled your shoulder playfully as your crew headed for the ion engines, walking ahead of you to catch up with some other friends. You offered a feeble smile but weren’t quite sure what he was aiming for. Sometimes he treated you more like a “bro” than his girlfriend, except when he wanted… well… you know. But he had been kind and fun, taking you out to dinner and buying you things often, and while you could suggest quite a few ways you’d like to see things change, you didn’t want to be nit-picky. 
You cleared the thoughts from your head as you saw a herd of troopers exiting the ship, a blur of white and blue indicating that it was none other than the 501st. Your face curled into an inexplicable mix of a grimace and a grin, scanning the familiar helmets out of habit. There it was… the tiniest flash of red, in a downward triangle right in the middle… And just like that, it took you back to that night, memories flashing across your mind to the rhythm of your footsteps as you continued distractedly toward the work that lay ahead. 
Flashing lights, neon signs. Raucous voices, cheers, laughs. Good conversation, suggestive whispers, the effervescent warmth of liquor in your veins that fueled the anticipation of potential adventure and meaningless fun. The dark hair clenched between your fingers, the heavy breathing, the throes of passion and the gentle, intimate caresses afterward. That simple tattoo, a small 5, that you’d touched and kissed and fallen asleep against… 
“Watch it!” A sharp voice broke you out of the replay, and you stumbled sideways as a couple of grumpy pilots made their way past. You could hear laughter up ahead, as your boyfriend and two others watched your distracted mishap. Flipping an obscene gesture their way, you pulled your bag higher up on your shoulder and hurried to catch up. Today was not the day to be daydreaming and dawdling. 
What you didn’t see was the lone straggler behind the group of clones, now free of their helmets, exchanging quips and laughs as they headed toward their day of freedom. He shifted on his feet, holding his helmet at his hip, watching you scuttle toward the ship. His brow furrowed, a litany of expressions decorating his face, and he slowly turned to join his brothers, tearing his eyes from you and leaving them on the ground as he made his way to rest and refreshment.
The engines were a hot mess, requiring more than a few trips back to the supply station for some of the most abstract parts you’d ever heard of. What they were doing on this starship, you didn’t know, but they were definitely putting you through your paces when it came to maintaining it. You brushed the hair from your face, christening your forehead with grease, and smacked the maintenance panel shut with a huff. You were already late for lunch, and had skipped breakfast, and therefore were in an absolutely horrible mood. 
The mess hall was fairly empty, most having finished their meals and cleared out by now. Your boyfriend had waited for you, surprisingly, chatting with some crewmates and beckoning you over when he caught sight of you with your tray. You slid onto the bench next to him, accepting his sloppy kiss and side hug as he finished the story he was telling, and promptly began stuffing your face with the most unexciting ration bar you’d ever touched. Most of the exciting stuff in the food line had been gone already by the time you went through, including the apples, which were one of your favorite things, even though they seemed plain.
“Whoa, easy girl, they’re not gonna run out of food!” came his playful taunt, and you elbowed him in the ribs in response. You’d initially loved the witty banter between the two of you, but sometimes the jabs had an edge, or didn’t quite land, and you were beginning to tire of it. Your complaints had been brushed off as being “overly-sensitive” or “not being able to take a joke”, so you let it slide, but you didn’t appreciate it quite so much anymore. 
As the group of you headed back to the ship for hours of maintenance and inspection, a figure caught your eye on the side of the platform. A clone trooper, still in armor, was heading back toward the ship, scanning the herds of people bustling about their duties. You squinted, drawing closer, wondering why any of them would choose to be here when they had such little time off. Perhaps he’d forgotten something. But as you both approached the maintenance hatch, you saw the helmet clearly. 
“Fives?” you asked, feeling awkward and excited at the same time. After your [pretty darn awesome] little fling together, you had both enjoyed some conversations here and there, but it had been clear that there wasn’t really any future there… He was constantly being toted around the galaxy, and you… well, you were stuck here. You’d be lying if you hadn’t thought about it since, though… What it would be like if your lots in life were different. It had been a one-night stand, yes, but there had been substance in your discussion, intriguing glimmers of personality, and a depth, kindness, and intelligence that had really left an impression on you. “What are you doing here?” you continued, watching him turn toward you quickly at the sound of your voice. 
“Oh! Hi. I… I thought I left something on the ship,” he began, pulling his helmet off to reveal those rich brown eyes and sharp features. You began to form a question as to why it would be in the maintenance sector, but he continued quickly, “But while you’re here…” The couple of crew members with you, including your boyfriend, were lingering in the doorway as well, watching the interaction. “They’re doing a crew appreciation thing at 79s tonight, and I just didn’t know if you… all… knew about it. Free snacks and cheap drinks for mechanics and whatnot…” 
“That’s awesome,” you said warmly, catching his eye with your soft smile. “Thanks for telling us.” 
“Yeah! You… all… deserve it, with all your hard work. Anyway… Maybe we’ll see you there,” he said, eyes roving across the group before he retreated into the expressionless safety of his helmet. He gave you one last nod before turning to head out. You snuck a glance over your shoulder as your team climbed onto the ship, noticing his fist clenching and unclenching at his side as he walked. 
* * * 
“This is ridiculous,” your boyfriend muttered as you exited the taxi in front of 79s. 
“Hey. I never get to choose what we do. You said you’d be a good sport. Plus -- free food!” you said enticingly, feeling disproportionately enthused as the neon lights and bumping bass met your senses. 
“I know, but a clone bar? I don’t know… isn’t that kind of weird?” he whined, taking your hand begrudgingly as the two of you made your way in the door. 
“Why would it be weird?” you said, voice getting louder so he could hear you over the music. But you never heard his reply as the raucous noise of the bar took over. 
* * * 
“Okay, ‘free snacks’ may have been a bit of an overstatement,” you chuckled, a few drinks and three bags of salty crackers later. The two of you had come to an uneasy truce, settling to play cards and watch the various interactions going on around you. There had been a few arguments, some decent arm wrestling matches, and a general spirit of joviality that was infectious. Well, to you, at least. The music shifted to something right up your alley, and you rose to your feet, holding a hand out. Your boyfriend took it, with the tiniest of eye rolls, and followed you downstairs to the dance floor, making a quick swerve last minute to order two shots at the bar. You laughed, reaching a hand out, but he gulped one down, and then the other, to your shock and slight disappointment. 
“Alright, now I’m ready!” he said, grabbing your hand and dragging you back toward the dancers. It was an improvement to his mood, at least, though you’d be talking about the rudeness of the act later, for sure. The dance floor was particularly full tonight; a number of ships had reported back to Coruscant at once, making for a diverse and colorful crowd. That familiar warm, tingly feeling was flowing through your veins and you smiled, letting the music fill your mind and flow through your body. 
* * * 
“Yoo hoo!” came the taunting call as Jesse waved his hand in front of Fives’ face. “Did you seriously just drift off mid-sentence? Man, that clanker must have hit your head harder than we thought, eh Kix?” 
“That brain was damaged long before that,” Kix answered, running a hand over his closely-shaved hair and intricate skull tattoos. Jesse’s laughter was joined by Hardcase and Echo, who were reclining in the large booth with the rest of their brothers. 
“Sorry -- got distracted,” Fives muttered, shaking his head and looking back to his squad. The conversation continued, with quips and jabs, as well as heroic tales that expanded each time they were told, but he couldn’t stop glancing off to the side. Every so often, he caught a glimpse of you on the dance floor, appearing between the bodies all around you and then disappearing again into the crowd. There was a funny clenching feeling in his chest, as he remembered the scent of your hair, the darkness of your eyes, and the little gasp that had accompanied the way you moaned his name… Suddenly there was a funny feeling under his codpiece as well, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to focus on whatever joke Hardcase was completely botching at the moment. 
The dance floor cleared a little bit, giving him an unobstructed view of you, though he wasn’t sure if it were an improvement or not. Your boyfriend had decided that now was as good a time as any to try to grind on your backside like an adolescent horn dog, and you kept trying to shift to a more natural and fun way of dancing together but he was persistent. And getting a bit gropey. Finally, you gave up, and Fives watched as you left the dance floor, stalking to the refresher in a huff. The boyfriend slumped over to the other end of the bar, toppling onto a stool and waving to the bartender. 
“Be right back,” Fives said, scooting out the side of the booth. “Refresher,” he muttered in response to the questioning glances, and was quickly forgotten as he edged down the packed hallway. He lurked awkwardly outside the doors for a few minutes, wishing he’d come up with a better plan, when you finally reappeared, sending a little jolt of energy down his spine. 
“You made it!” he said with a clearly forced brightness, startling you out of your rumination. 
“Yeah,” you answered, any joy at seeing him dulled by the disappointment of how it was all going. 
“You alright?” he asked, tilting his head with apparent concern on his face. The way the hair on his chin accentuated the expression was adorable, and his interest lifted your spirits a little.
“Sorry, yeah,” you answered, getting jostled to the side of the hallway as a group went past. “Long day at work, regular life troubles, you know. Nothing crazy like the stuff you have to face.” 
“Hm. From what I hear, getting shot at might be preferable to that sometimes,” Fives muttered, arching an eyebrow with a little sparkle in his eye. That got a genuine laugh out of you, which changed the whole mood of the interaction immediately. 
“What is TAKING you so long?” came a belligerent voice, as “boyfriend” came staggering up behind Fives. “This guy bothering you?” he asked, jabbing a thumb at Fives, who wrinkled his nose in disdain at the pathetic creature next to him. 
“No, we were just chatting,” you said quickly, noting the edge of the voice and the clumsy movements. He clearly didn’t recognize Fives, despite him having been the one to invite you here, a detail that was not lost on the clone, who gave you a look that couldn’t have been more plain -- really?
“Alright, well let’s go,” said the boyfriend, who wasn’t worth even giving a name, and he reached for your hand, giving it a sharp tug, which pulled you right across Fives, who found a sudden urge to grab you right back and tell this little womp rat to scurry off into a hole somewhere. You paused for a moment, turning back to face Fives, whose intense gaze made your heart skip a beat. 
“Thanks for thinking of us,” you said, giving one last smile before being whisked toward the door. 
* * * 
The next day was not going well. You hadn’t slept much at all, tossing and turning with all kinds of thoughts and considerations that kept you from any sort of real rest. The boyfriend seemed to be in a crappy state as well, rubbing his head and squinting at the bright light as he worked next to you. There was a distinct tension building between the two of you, and you knew it was going to come to a head. It would be good, because there were things that needed to be said and addressed and changed and dealt with, but you weren’t one to look forward to conflict. Neither was he, so the two of you puttered about your mechanical duties until it was about lunchtime, when you set your wrench down with the intention of getting to the mess hall on time for once. 
Alas, fate was not on your side. The walk between the shipyard and the cafeteria was just enough time to get into a huge fight with your boyfriend about last night, which ballooned to include topics like drinking, respect, joking, autonomy, and all sorts of other things. It was a hot mess, and while you tried to keep it civil, you were both tired, frustrated, and clearly triggered. By the time you got to the mess hall, it had reached the breaking point, and you turned to flee for solitude, tears streaming down your face, as he yelled criticisms after you, much to the surprise of quite a few onlookers. 
You found a supply closet, smashing your hand on the keypad so the door would whoosh closed behind you, silently cursing the fact that you couldn’t slam it. You threw an arm up against the wall, resting your forehead against it and burying your face in the cool grey metal, surrounded by shelves and the whirring fans of the ventilation ducts above your head. You wanted to cry, but now you couldn’t, which somehow made you feel even worse. There were so many emotions, it was impossible to sort them out. You were frustrated with the situation, angry at yourself for tolerating so much, confused why there couldn’t be a middle ground, and despair at the aching pain of yet another failed relationship. Or had it failed? You felt sick to your stomach at the thought that, knowing you, it might just get patched up and continued, with hopes that this time it would be different. Were you really so stupid? 
The door slid open, and you flattened against the wall, hoping that whoever it was would find their supplies and leave without even noticing you were there. But when it closed, and no footsteps were heard, you shifted slightly to peek over your shoulder to see if anyone had come in at all. To your surprise, a fully-armored clone stood just inside the door, ducking his head to peer through the many shelves that lined the walls, making the rather large closet feel incredibly small and claustrophobic. 
“Fives?” you said in disbelief, leaning out from the shelves you’d crammed yourself between.
He let a single curse word fly as he jumped to the side, knocking over a stand full of brooms and mops, sending them all clattering to the ground as he frantically tried to regain his footing. You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling as though you’d already emptied yourself of all the crying and anger and pain. He stood tall, righting his crooked helmet, and cleared his throat, staring at you from within the helmet. 
“You scared the kriff out of me,” he said, modulated voice still sounding a bit shaky. 
“Sorry?” you answered, having no idea how to go about this conversation with all that had transpired. “Why are you coming in a supply closet?” 
“I heard you…” he said quietly, pulling his helmet off now and setting it on a shelf nearby. “I wanted to see if… if everything was alright.” His face was earnest, but there was a nervousness to his gaze and stance. 
“Ugh,” came your ashamed response at the spectacle you’d provided in the halls. “It’s fine. Or it will be. I don’t know. This isn’t really how I usually am…” Why were you explaining yourself to him? Perhaps it was because he was the first person to seem to truly listen to you and care about you in a while. Perhaps you felt a need to justify yourself. Or perhaps you were still just reeling from it all. 
“And how are you, usually?” he asked, taking a step closer and leaning against the shelf next to you. “You seemed quite a bit more lighthearted when we…” he drifted off, grasping his hands together. 
“It’s just been a long week,” you offered, shrugging it off.
“Are you happy?” he said suddenly, with a confidence that came out of nowhere. His chin lifted slightly as he regarded you. “I know we didn’t know each other very long, but in what time we did have together, it was clear that you are incredibly intelligent, witty, and fun. In more ways than one,” he added, hoping the insinuation would bring some levity. It did bring a tiny smirk to your face, as you wiped some leftover tears from one eye, thinking about the slightly adventurous escapade you’d enjoyed. But it was quickly overwhelmed by confusion at his words.
“What are you doing?” you whispered, unable to meet his gaze any longer. “Why does it matter to you?” 
“I… I didn’t just forget about you, you know,” he said, swallowing and pausing for a moment. “I figured you weren’t interested in anything else, and I was shipped off…” 
“And now you’re back to judge my choices?” you snapped, shocked at your own vehemence. Clearly, you’d been on your last straw… about six straws ago… He straightened in surprise, holding up his hands in surrender.
“No! I just…” he stopped again, lowering his hands slowly and taking a deep breath before speaking in a quiet, solid voice. 
“You shouldn’t be with him. You should be… with me.” 
His amber eyes were locked on yours, simultaneously intense and kind, confident and vulnerable. You were reeling at his words, mouth slightly open. You were sorry for your sharpness, sorry for your assumptions… And sorry for your choices as well. The way he put himself out there had a wildly disarming effect on you, and your shoulders slumped in defeat. How could he say something like that when you were clearly a mess?
He closed the space between you, slowly approaching with tentative caution, and lifted a hand to your face. His hands were rough yet gentle as he cupped your cheek, eyes growing larger as he took a shaky breath in. “I’m sorry, I’m not here to tell you what to do. I’ll respect your choices, always. But I haven’t stopped thinking about you, and seeing you here… seeing the way he treats you… I just… I had to say something.”
You searched for the right words to say, but could find none, instead closing your eyes and nestling into his warm hand. A single tear squeezed out and rolled down your cheek, falling to your shoulder in silence. He continued, voice softer now, “I know I don’t have anything to offer you… no stability, no future, nothing. But you deserve better than… that… at least… And I’d like to do my best… while I can.”
You lifted your hand to his, pressing into it as though you could communicate your overwhelming emotions through a single touch. A small smile curved the corner of your lips, and you felt a sudden freedom at the prospect stretching out before you. Opening your eyes, you felt as though your chest would explode as you saw his face, so close to yours, so earnest in his affection and admittance, and you couldn’t hold back any longer. Reaching your arms around his neck, you pulled him in, bringing your lips to his in a desperate, grateful, hopeful kiss. His sharp inhale was quickly followed by the warmth of his embrace as he wrapped you in his arms, pressing you against the shelf behind. When you finally came up for air, you leaned your forehead against his, a thousand questions held back by the simple savoring of the moment. 
“Fives,” you whispered, and his heart leapt at the way you said his name, “I’m a mess.” 
A quiet chuckle rumbled in his chest, and he leaned in again, lips brushing yours as he answered, “Well I’d love it if you’d be my mess.” 
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dickarchivist · 5 months
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Hello!
I am obsessed with your OC Clone squad. Thanks for sharing them with us!
You said you’re taking requests so I’m sliding in with one 👀
I’m taking from the same delicious NSFW prompt list @dystopicjumpsuit used!
The prompt is “Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.” with Ghost. He seems so sweet and deeply caring. With his cybernetic eyes perhaps eye contact is important to him/his partner???
Do with this as you please, no pressure! 💕
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Thanks @starrylothcat for the fic request!! I'm so excited to deliver, and for my sweet boy Ghost too 😭
I Will Know You Forever, Even In Darkness
Clone OC Ghost × fem!Reader (civilian mechanic) (new relationship)
Word count: 2860
🔞Minors DNI🔞
Prompt: “Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.”
Summary: After a scare on a mission, your new sweetheart's in recovery at the hospital. When you're finally allowed in to see him, you make up for lost time.
Contents and Warnings: fluff and smut the ultimate combo, bit of angst at the beginning, PiV sex, mentions of eye trauma (nothing graphic), yearning good lord the yearning this man does for you. Happy ending, pinky promise.
Author Notes: This fic takes place directly after the mission that causes Ghost to lose his eyes and get his prosthetics. No actual eye trauma is described in detail, it's only stated that he lost them from acid splash, and he's given cybernetics as a replacement.
Small cameo of others in Grave Squad, the jedi of the 404th, and even smaller cameo/mention of two other sw OCs I've made over the years.
Sorry this one's so long, but also not sorry at all because I think it's really good.
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When The Crypt lands in the hanger, you're absolutely thrilled. Ghost and his brothers were home at last. You set down your tools and twll your assistant you'd be back in a second, to which they roll their eyes with a smile, "Boyfriend's back huh?"
"Shush," you giggle, and start toward the ship with glee. But the closer you gwt, the more your smile fades
Wraith is out first, Specter and Banshee carrying a stretcher after him, "Careful! He's fragile, don't jostle him, I just got his vitals stable again!"
Guilt bubbles in your stomach as you hope and hope that the clone on the stretch was Phantom. You wouldn't wish for any of them to be hurt, but please. Please, anyone but--
"Ghost's gonna be fine," Phantom stretcha as he gets out of the ship, play wrestling with Wraith in a bad attempt to lighten the worried media's mood, "You saved his face, I'm sure he'll thank you for that when he wakes up."
"If he wakes up, Tommy!" Wraith spits at his brother, poking his finger hard into his chest, "Like I said, he's fragile, we can't be too cautious! I don't know the extent, he could die for all-"
"Wraith." Specter's voice cuts like a knife. He had noticed you when you'd arrived, and knew all the talk wasn't helping your anxiety.
"He's... he's not going to die, right?" There's a tremble in your voice, your hands are gripping the front of your jump suit so tight its almost hard to breathe, "He can't, he's- please..."
Phantom pushes his brothers along, the stretcher jostling just enough that Ghost's arm falls limp from it, and the cry that comes from you is mournful enough to make the hanger fall silent.
Wraith tries to comfort you, but his anxious yammering only proves to make things worse. Phantom catches your shoulders, then pulls you into a hug, "Hey, hey Mesh'la, it's fine. It's fine, Cap's been in worse spots than this. His name is Ghost, not Dead Guy, right? Afterlife can't get him, he's stuck here with us. Take a breath, okay, it'll be fine. He'll be fine."
His brothers keep you up to date while you aren't allowed in to see Ghost. He's lost both his eyes. They tell you he was heroic, only thinking about the lives of the people he was protecting during the battle. Wraith later confides in you that he believes it was his fault, that if he hadn't forgotten his helmet, Ghost wouldn't have given him his. Ghost's eyes wouldn't have been lost. You want to be angry, but you know them too well at this point.
"Rai, you didn't take his helmet off him. You didn't throw the acid. You didn't do anything malicious... Specter said you kept him alive, it was your quick actions that saved him. Stop calling yourself Ghost's attacker, he'd hate to hear that..."
Wraith nods, but doesn't say anything else, just goes back to Ghost's hospital room to do his best in helping his brother. You get the feeling that Wraith isn't going to belive it's not his fault until Ghost tells him that himself.
On the fifth day, you hear a voice you don't recognize.
"I don't care, no one is going to replace Captain Ghost." There's a few garbled words, then the voice came back, more forceful, "Ghost, not CT-1313." There's another pause before you hear a snarl, "HIS NAME IS GHOST!"
There's hushed murmers, then the voice speaks again, "Good, now that we're clear that this is a man and not a number: you'll give him new eyes. Yes, I do mean that. I do not care what it costs you, he's an irreplaceable asset to the 404th, and I will not have him decommissioned when the best course of action is to replace what he's lost."
You don't realize how close you've gotten to the door until it a little girl grabs your hand, "It's not polite to easedrop... it's fun to do though."
You'd seen her once before, Ghost called her "Vod'ika", and you aren't sure if that's her name or not. She's got her ear pressed to the door, and she giggles, "Oooh, Master Dax is angry, he's using his little voice."
"Master-" when the door opens, a yellow zebrak in jedi robes stands before you. His bright blue eyes catch you, then the little girl behind you.
His glare turns to a funny face immediately. Hands beside his head flaired out, tongue sticking out, eyes crossed. It makes you laugh for the first time in days. "Good!" The zebrak booms, holding your shoulders, "We like happy. Happy means hope, and what's wrong with a little hope right? You must be this "Cyare" Ghostie has been muttering about in his sleep, I know all his brothers, and none of them have that moniker, Athena there is "Cyar'ika", so Cyare must be you!"
You know that word, you heard it often when you were a mandalorian foundling as a child. Beloved. Your face blooms with blush, and you look down at the kid behind you, then back to the man, "uh... y-yeah, I guess so."
"Good, good good good, excellent, good!" He puts his arm around your shoulders, leading you away from the door you'd been camped in front of since Ghost was admitted, "Listen Cyare, Ghost's gonna be fine, Wraith and another clone, I don't know if you know him, Repeat, they'll be preforming Ghost's surgery. Why you ask? Because I don't trust those smug asses with my boys!" His laugh booms again, and you can't help your giggle either, "Now, Re is from my previous Padawan, now a master, so proud. Re is from Annika's battalion, the 418th, let me tell you..."
Master Dax talks your ear off for hours. But it takes your mind off of the situation, and before you know it, Specter is collecting you from the enthusiastic jedi, "Buir, shut it. C'mon, Ghost's up, he wants to see you."
You wave to Dax and Athena, thanking them for spending the day with you. As you walk the now familiar path to Ghost's room, you find that your pace moves quicker the closer you get. Specter chuckles at your side, "Just run, we told the staff to let you in."
"Thanks," you manage before sprinting away. You're running so fast the doors don't part for you at one point and you slam directly into them, eliciting uproarious laughter from a few of the clones lucky enough to see the disaster. It takes a lot of patience to slow down enough for the automatic doors, but eventually you're where you need to be.
Wraith is waiting inside Ghost's room for you. He's fidgeting more than normal, and when he sees you, his speech goes into over drive, "Okay keep in mind I'm not perfect I did my best and he's my brother so of course I did my very very best for him and Repeat was a huge help please don't be mad at-"
"Wraith," Ghost's voice sends your heartbeat further into overdrive, "Shut up before she thinks you killed me." There's humor... stars you're so happy to hear that light chuckle, "C'mere Cyare, I want the first thing I see to be you."
Before you go to his side, you stop at Wraith, kissing his cheek lightly, "Thanks for brining him back to me..."
"Y-yep." As Wraith stumbles out of the room holding his cheek, you cross to Ghost.
Your hand finds his, and immediately his head turns to you with a smile, "There she is, my heart. Rai said the bandages could come off a few hours after surgery. Told him I wanted you to be there for it, hope that's alright."
You don't say anything. You climb into the bed with him, your arms wrapping around him, tangling your legs together as best you can with the blanket over him. Ghost kisses the top of your head as you settle in, rubbing your back, "I'm alright..."
"I know."
"If I'm not handsome anymore, you can always date Phantom, he hits on you enough to where I think he might be serious." He chuckles, but when you don't, he stops. Ghost's hand finds your cheek, and brings you to look at him, even though he can't see you yet, "Hey. I'm not going anywhere, alright? I'm alive, and I want to see you... please Cyare, let me see you."
You move on him, straddling his hips, thankful for his eyes being the only injury this time. You hold his face gently, and he steals a kiss to your palm, making you blush. "Ghost..?"
"Hm?"
"It's not just your looks, you know that, right? It's you. Even if you're still blind, or your face is weird, I'd still want to be with you... Phantom's gross anyway, not made of boyfriend material like you." When he laughs this time, so do you. Hope, you think, a little hope is good.
Careful, so much so you're holding your breath, you begin to take off Ghost's bandages. His eyes are closed underneath, and you cover your mouth for a moment. It's like a mask of scars tissue, still gently pink from the acid. When he flutters his eyes open, white irises meet yours, and you can help but cry. Tears stream down your face, and Ghost looks almost dejected before you croak, "You're okay..."
Ghost lets out a breath of relief, his new eyes focusing on you, "I was hoping to see you smile, but I'll take happy tears too. They are happy, right?"
"Yes!" You burst, bouncing in his lap a little with the laugh, reaching for him again as you go to kiss him.
Ghost gives an appreciative "mmm~" as your lips find his. He puts his hands on your hips, one leaving its post rather quickly and rubbing across the small of your back and side. He's surprised when you deepen the kiss, and you feel his length move under you as your tongue slides over his. He chuckles when you part, and looks up at you with new eyes, "Careful there Cyare, I'm getting excited."
"Is... is that a bad thing?" You bite your bottom lip a little and deliberately roll your hips on him this time, "I... I missed you, and these last few days, I couldn't stop thinking about... a-about how I don't want to be without you."
Ghost throbs against you, but you get the feeling it wasn't because of your movements on him, rather your words. You keep rolling your hips on him, wanting to feel him yourself, "For a moment I thought you were gone, and I realized I didn't get to tell you how I feel-"
"Stop," he holds you still, his hands finding yours, "Don't say it. N-not unless you mean it, got that? Don't say it because you feel like you have to."
You recognize the look of fear in his eyes, of rejection, pain from a love once spurned. You're not each others firsts, but you do know one thing, you want him to be your last firsts. You put your hands on Ghost's and guide them to your heart. It beats fast against his palms, much as his does on yours when you reach out to him. You mirror each other's moves, one hand each going to hold your cheeks. His thumb rubs your cheekbone, eyes locked with yours, "Cyare..."
"Kar'taylir darasuum." The mandalorians who found you, became your family, they had taught you this phrase when you left them. With how Ghost's eyes soften at you, you know he understands them too. You repeat them to him all the same, beginning to rock on him again, "I will know you forever, Ghost."
Ghost repeats them back to you, his hand guiding your face to his for another kiss. It's slow and lingering, when you pull back, he's smiling so warmly, lips gently parted with soft breath, "I will know you forever, even in darkness."
Ghost's eyes roam down between you, and blush finally shows on his face, "Cyare, if we don't do something about these clothes, I might throw a fit."
You're both giggling as you fumble with your clothes. Soft stolen kisses, small gasps of appreciation, little stories of "What's this scar from?" And kissed freckles. When you're standing beside Ghost's hospital bed fully bare to him, he looks at you with so much adoration. His hand reaches for yours, and you're guided back to his lap. He's bigger than you thought, his length hard in your hand. "Wow..."
"I could say the same," Ghost chuckles and puts his hands on your hips, eyes on your slick folds before slowly working up to your eyes again, "Never seen such a beautiful body before."
You bite your lip as you move against him, running his length through your folds to slick him. The groan he makes joins yours as you toy his tip against your clit. Ghost smiles up at you, hands holding your breasts, circling your nipples with his thumbs, "Stars you feel great already... Cyare, mmm~"
Your eyes flutter closed as you take him into your waiting walls, "Ghost..."
“Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby," when he speaks, it's so soft, so breathy and light, you're not sure if you heard it or thought it. You look down at him, and he already looks love drunk. Eyes half lidded, his hands move down to your hips again and pull you further onto him. You moan, bracing on his chest, and he groans with delight, "That's right baby, eyes on me... I want to see you."
"Ghost... kriff, s-so full," your eyes stay on his as you start to move on his lap, taking him fully each time you lower back down. You start slow, easing yourself through the burn of the initial stretch, but soon you're at an even pace. The sticky wet sound of his length moving in and out of you fills the room with your tandem breathing.
His hands hold you tight, hips bucking up into you as you bounce on his length. His eyes flicker between yours, your breasts bouncing, and the way he glides in and out of you with such easy. You whine for him, hands balling in his chest hair, clenching around his length, "Feels so good, Ghost, s-stars." When his fingers slide to your clit, you cry out for him with an arch of your back, "Ghost! Ah!"
"D-dont look away," his other hand holds your face, thumb running over your bottom lip before you take it in your mouth and suck. Ghost's eyes widen a little, his hips stuttering before the pace quickens, "Oh kriff..."
You release his thumb and lock eyes with him again, "I'm close, do-don't stop, don't stop, Ghost, oh-" a whine releases from your lips as he rubs your clit faster, eyelashes flutter but you keep your eyes open, closer and closer to the edge, "Ghost, oh, oh baby, oh Ghost!"
"S-stay with me baby, come on, s-so close, so--" he grunts, his hips snap up into your walls in an intense build of pressure before he sits up off the bed with a cry of your name, spending himself inside you without restraint.
His wild bucks and intense attention to your clit were enough to get you to the edge, but feeling him fill you with his spend, it sends you over into ecstasy. You collect his lips in a kiss as you orgasm, body clenching around his length and shuttering with aftershocks of pleasure. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you come down, and as Ghost holds you close, kissing your neck and shoulder, you feel so warm and safe.
Small drops of warmth hit your shoulder, and for a moment concern holds your body still. Was he hurt? You pull away to see Ghost's face, and to your surprise, tears are filling his new eyes, falling down his cheeks. You hold his face gently, wiping the tears from his unmarked skin, Careful of the sensitive scarring, "Ghost... what's wrong baby?"
"Nothing," he laughs a soft cry, kissing your lips just once, "I'm... overwhelmed. Spent the last month thinking of this, the last week needing to see you, just one more time, and..." He chuckles, feeling silly, kissing you again, "I can't believe this is real."
Your heart flutters, how is he this sweet? You press a delicate kiss to his forehead as you ease the both of you down. You nestle under his chin, still full of him, not willing to let that feeling end yet, "It's real, I promise."
After a few minutes of silence, Ghost rubbing your back in soothing circles, you're nearly asleep when you hear him again, "Did you mean it...?"
"Hm...?"
"You love me?"
You press a sleepy kiss to his jaw, "I love you, Ghost."
His heart picks up, you can feel it against your own, and it has you smiling. Ghost gives you a little squeeze, going back to rubbing your warm skin, "I love you too, Cyare."
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Gif by: @dreamswithghosts
Mayday x GN!Reader
18+, minors gtfo
Warnings: Smutty mcsmutterson, porn with plot, unprotected sex (wrap it irl), descriptions of injuries, ship crashes, blood, guns, medical care ig? LMK if I need to add something else! Beta read by: @nunanuggets
Summary: After crashing on a random ice planet, you need to find help before freezing to death
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“Mayday! Mayday! Does anybody copy? Mayday, we’re going down!”
Nobody was answering. All the systems were glitching out, red light blinking through the smoke obscuring your vision. What a shitty way to wake up.
How did this even happen? It was an easy trip, one you had taken thousands of times before. Nothing could go wrong. So you decided to get some much needed rest, Arthur your R4 unit could pilot for a bit.
And then you awoke to every alarm going off, smoke filling your lungs and clouding your vision. You had no clue what could’ve hit you or caused this, you weren’t even really sure where on your trip you were.
“Arthur, get the smoke under control!” You shouted at your panicking droid, while you were working desperately to get a distress signal through and maybe, just maybe, get some help before you collided with a planet.
That was the only thing you knew for sure was going to happen in this mess. You were still falling, but that was the problem. You were falling. Meaning you were in some random planet's atmosphere and the smoke was keeping you from seeing how far from the ground you were.
And though Arthur did manage to get rid of enough smoke for you to see, it didn’t feel like it. All that you saw was blinding white and not even a second later, the predicted crash happened, knocking you off your feet and out of consciousness.
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The first thing that registered in your mind, was how much breathing suddenly hurt. Not hurt as in possible-damage-to-the-chest, but hurt as in the air that was filling your lungs. The air stung and the more consciousness you gained, the more you realized it stung everywhere, not just your lungs.
Your mouth was dry and you struggled to open your eyes - it felt like they had been frozen shut. “Arthur?” You asked out into the darkness, as you willed your numb limbs to push you up towards a sitting position.
“Arthur!” You sounded, louder this time in the hopes of a response. A weak whimper came from the droid a couple meters away from you.
Rubbing the heel of your hands into your eyes, you finally managed to get them to open up. The first thing you saw was your own frozen, dried blood on the ground. Then the frost sneakingly taking over the ship, spreading from the damage and the corners towards you.
Arthur had been tipped over. His treads had been frozen in place, while he was trying to get back up, leaving him vulnerable and in a funny position. You reached out to help him up, but the cold metal burned your numb fingers at the touch.
Instead you opted to look for an emergency case, hoping it had something that could possibly warm you and your astromech. Every ship had to have one, though you were uncertain yours were up to date.
“What happened buddy?” You asked through clattering teeth, trying your hardest to not think about how cold you were. Moving was hard as your limbs ached and wanted to huddle together to keep warmth. 
Arthur beeped out an explanation and you shot him an accusatory look. “And you didn’t steer around it? C’mon, you’re a better pilot than that!” The droid made a sad sound and you shook your head at it. Accusing and apologizing didn’t do any good now, not if you wanted to survive.
You finally found the dusty emergency case and much to your own dismay, you were right. Most of the stuff in it was far out of date, rendering it useless. There was, however, a fire blanket and a few heating pads. You wrapped the blanket around you, the cooling side facing outwards and hoping that what you remembered from first aid was right.
Then you took two of the heating pads, activating them and placing them on each side of the droid. You only needed it to be warm enough to work properly and for you to touch it without getting hurt.
“Where exactly are we?”
Arthurs answer was anything but helpful and you shot him an exhausted look. “Yes, I can see it’s an ice planet, but does this ice planet have a name? And more importantly, is it civilized?”
Once again, Arthurs answer didn’t exactly spark enthusiasm in you. The warmth of the blanket was beginning to do its work, though it made you more aware of the damage you had sustained from the crash. Taking a quick glance around the ship, you let out a yielding sigh.
“As soon as you can, scan the planet.” You ordered the droid and finally made your way back up on your feet. Getting tired of your droid’s replies, you snapped at him: “Anything! Signs of civilizations, heat signals, electrical outputs, anything that might lead us off this planet!”
You pulled the droid up into a standing position, though the metal still was too cold to touch, leaving small patches of your skin when you ripped your hands away. Then you wandered deeper into the ship, leaving the droid to thaw and work alone.
Several minutes passed before you returned, now wearing a thick jacket to battle the cold. Through your many years of piloting, you had found it helpful to have some articles of clothing fit for different types of weather lying around. Thank the force for your foresight.
Arthur beeped excitedly at you when you returned. “How far again?” You asked him, wanting to be sure you heard correctly. When he repeated himself, you let out an exaggerated sigh. “How’s the weather looking? Any storms closing in?”
The droid searched for a bit, before happily reporting. You smiled. Finally some good news.
“Alright, I’ll head towards the outpost, you stay here and try to call for help.” Arthur beeped nervously at your plan, and though the droid was annoying you, he was still your travel companion and you hated seeing him like that.
“I’m not abandoning you, Arthur. But if this place freezes over, you have a higher chance of making it out than I do. I need you to do this for me.”
In one last attempt to stay together, Arthur made another protest. 
“Alright, here.” you gave the droid a comlink with a tracker on it, so even if he couldn’t reach you due to the environment interfering, he could still track you in case help arrived.
You grabbed the flare gun from the emergency case and your small blaster pistol just in case. And with that, you made your way out of the ship and into the cold environment. 
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As the cold wind made its way under your jacket again, you regretted even more leaving your ship and the blanket. Though the jacket was made for keeping you warm during cold weather, it wasn’t made for this intensity. You tugged the collar a bit further up, wanting to warm the parts of your face the hood didn’t reach. Then you blew into the sleeves of the jacket, where your hands were hiding from the cold. Your breath didn’t do much to help, misting as soon as it left your lungs and turned into cold air in less than a second.
Though every part in your body begged you to turn around and return to your ship, you knew it was nothing but certain doom. The ship was beyond repair and upon the crash, the window cracked and the frost was threatening to break it any second.
This didn’t feel any less helpless though. You had been wandering for hours, darkness overtaking the sky and only stars and the moon lit your way towards hope. The only positive thing you could get from the cold, was that it was distracting and numbing your injuries from the crash.
It all felt so hopeless, that when a red light blinked through the darkness, you didn’t even dare to believe it was real.
It wasn’t until you were literally standing right in front of the sensor beacon, that a small ounce of hope returned to your body. You nearly started sobbing right then and there, if it weren’t out of fear that the tears would freeze your eyes.
The beacon looked about as broken down as you felt, but the blinking lights indicated it was still working. You gave it a careful kick, wanting it to alarm whoever was at the base about your approach.
If there were anybody at the base at all.
As you approached, the lack of light and sound from the singular building gave you a mixed feeling of disappointment and joy. Disappointment over the fact that you might not find any living people on the base, joy over the fact it was still intact.
Though the fear of being alone quickly subsided, when a fully armored man walked out with his gun pointed at you. “Hands where I can see them!” He barked and though your arms were begging to stay close to your body, you did as commanded.
Another man appeared behind you, the barrel of his gun resting between your shoulder blades. “If I were you, I would be very careful about my next move.” His voice was low and threatening and… Identical to other man’s. The darkness had made it hard to tell, but now you were certain they were clones.
“Please,” you begged through clattering teeth, struggling to keep your arms up in the cold air. “I mean no harm! My ship crashed and I can’t reach anyone over the communication system. I’ve been walking for hours, and…. I really can’t keep my arms up much longer.”
A fragment of a second of silence filled the air, before the clone in front of you turned around and walked back inside. The clone behind you pushed you lightly with his gun, signaling for you to start walking.
“You can put your arms down, just keep your hands where I can see them,” he said, his voice more comforting now.
Careful not to let your hands out of the clones’ sight, you followed the first man inside. The base was dark and filled with crates. In a corner sat a group of 3 men, huddled together around a heat generator. Only one of them had taken his helmet off, though a beard had taken its place in covering most of his face.
A sly smile peeked through the beard. “You look worse for wear,” he commented, his eyes glancing you over, before nodding at the man behind you to leave you be.
Once you no longer had a gun resting against your back, your arms shot up to wrap around you, in a futile attempt to regain some heat. “I feel like it too,” you shot back.
“Here,” the bearded clone grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to the generator. “I’m Commander Mayday. Those two are Hexx and Veech and the one who guided you in is Crust. What’s your name?”
“Y/N,” you replied, too exhausted to really keep a conversation going. Though, you still thanked the men for taking you in and helping you regain some warmth.
“And what leads you to Barton-4, Y/N?” Mayday probed, not ready to let the conversation drop that easily. Not that you blamed him, you were still a stranger on a military base. These men were probably breaking tons of protocol taking you in like that.
“A crashed ship,” you replied humorously, turning your head slightly to look back at the clone.
Mayday suddenly got a very stern look on his face and his eyes narrowed slightly. He reached out for you and you instinctively leaned away, though quickly remembered your situation and let him reach you. 
With a light and careful touch, Mayday removed your hood and exposed your face. He took a sharp inhale through gritted teeth, then grabbed your chin and twisted your head so he could get a closer look.
“That’s a nasty cut you got there,” he finally spoke out loud, after having examined the side of your head in what felt like forever. “That needs some proper medical attention. Any other injuries I should be made aware of?”
You stared at the man with wide eyes and mouth agape, suddenly losing the ability to think under his touch and watchful gaze. “Erm… I, erm… I don’t know?” You finally managed to get out, though rather sheepishly. “I was knocked out during the crash and when I woke up, all I could feel was cold. I haven’t had any time to really examine myself for injuries.”
Mayday nodded, his look now way more serious than it was moments ago. “Alright. Hexx, prepare the medbay so I can have a look over a guest here.”
One of the clones jumped up at that order and disappeared behind some crates. Your cheeks would probably be burning hot by now, if it wasn’t for your body’s attempt at keeping its warmth centered. Something about being looked over by Mayday made you feel some things far from appropriate to the situation.
“There’s no need, really. I… I just need to call for help offworld, that’s all, I swear.”
“Nonsense!” Mayday waved his hand dismissively. “Might as well now that you’re here. Besides, I’m not entirely sure our communication device works anyways.”
“Either that or the Empire is actively ignoring us,” Crust explained, receiving a warning look from his commander in response. Perhaps letting strangers know back up won’t arrive if needed, wasn’t that great an idea.
A few minutes later Hexx returned with the news that the medbay was ready. Mayday grabbed your arm again - this time tighter than the last - and guided you through the crates. The medbay wasn’t as much a medbay, as it was a makeshift room filled with first aid medical equipment.
“It ain’t the best, but it does it’s job.” Mayday humbly admitted, finally letting go of your arm after closing the door behind him.
The room was far from what you would call a sterile environment, but it was more organized and clean than the rest of the base. A single light hung loose from the ceiling, casting long shadows over the whole room while fully illuminating the examination bed. Around it were a few heat lamps, so the patient wouldn’t freeze to death while getting patched up.
“Right, I’m gonna need you to take off that jacket.” Mayday was looking around in the room, gathering different tools he might need. You did notice how he kept a watchful eye on you while doing so.
Noticing your hesitation, Mayday turned to fully face you. “I’m not gonna do anything, if that’s what you’re scared of. But I can’t examine you for injuries over that jacket and you might be badly hurt without knowing.”
You opened the jacket, but didn’t fully take it off just yet. Instead you went towards the heat lamp and held a hand out to test the warmth.
“If you’re not taking it off, I will.” Mayday threatened in a playful yet serious manner, giving you one last chance to comply. Which you did.
You weren’t sure why you had suddenly gotten shy around this clone, but there was something about the way he carried himself, which made your stomach flutter and your mind wander to more… intimate places. Places that should be far from your reach, at a time like this.
“That should do,” the clones’ scruffy voice sounded, as he placed a tray of tools on the table nearby. You turned to face away from the examination bed and towards him, which made him grab your waist and help you up on the bed. A small, rather insignificant gesture, that made heat finally rise to your cheeks.
“Now, I’m not a medic, but I’ll do my best here, okay? So just relax.”
“Wouldn’t it be better if you got your medic to look at me?” You asked carefully, suddenly wanting any other clone to be this close to you.
Mayday laughed at this. “Probably. But he was killed during the last raid on base, so I’ll have to do.”
Raid? “Do you get raided often? Shouldn’t you have more soldiers here, then?”
“Yep,” Mayday replied nonchalantly, as he tilted your head to the side so he had easier access to your wound. “Reinforcements should’ve been here 22 rotations ago. Eventually the Empire gotta remember they got cargo waiting here. Question is whether or not we’re still alive at that point.”
You suddenly felt very small and hopeless. These poor men has been abandoned, waiting for 22 rotations in such harsh environments. Nobody deserved that kinda treatment.
“Well,” you began, carefully thinking out loud. “If Arthur manages to reach help offworld, then why don’t you come with us?”
“Arthur!?” Mayday asked, stepping back to look you over and assuring he heard right. It wasn’t until you saw the worried confusion on his face, that you realized he probably thought Arthur was another person.
“He’s a droid!” You quickly corrected and the look on the clone's face instantly relaxed. “An R4-G8 unit, to be precise. He’s back at the ship, trying to get in contact with help. If he succeeds, he’s gonna comm me. You can come along, if you want.”
Having gone back to clean your wound, Mayday sighed before deciding to change the subject of him deserting. “Where exactly is your ship, Y/N? It must be pretty far if you can’t even reach us from it.”
You glanced down at your now soaked shoes, the gun you brought along with you for security, still hiding in the rim against your leg. “About half a day's walk from here, I’d say. It doesn’t really matter though, it’s beyond repair and besides Arthur, doesn’t really carry much of value.”
The cleaning wipe made contact with the actual wound, causing you to cringe and Mayday to apologize. Though he also told you there wasn’t much he could do, since he needed to see how severe the wound actually was. Apparently you had bled so much, it was hard to tell where the actual cut was.
Silence filled the room between the two of you, as Mayday focused on causing as little discomfort as possible and you were doing your best to keep your groin from throbbing at the closeness and the scent of him.
After what felt like forever and yet not long enough, Mayday finally put down the wipe and spoke up: “Alright, Y/N, I’m not gonna lie to you. This next part is going to sting, a lot, but I need you to relax or it’s just going to get worse, understood?”
Nodding slowly and carefully, you stared wide eyed and terrified at the man in front of you. “You’re not exactly making it easy to relax, you know that, right?”
Mayday chuckled, a genuine chuckle, the kind that made your heart skip a beat and an unwilling smile cross your lips. “That’s not really my specialty, I’m afraid. If it helps, just close your eyes and focus on your breathing.”
You did as suggested, closing your eyes and focusing on your breathing. Only problem was that with every breath, Mayday's musky scent filled your senses, making you nearly lightheaded with arousal.
You shifted carefully in your seat, trying to keep your lustful reaction at bay, only to be told off by Mayday. “You’re tensing up, I need you to relax.” He tried to sound gentle, but it came out in an annoyed order.
“I’m sorry, I’m trying, really!” You panicked in response, something deeply rooted inside of you desperate to please this man at all costs.
Mayday grabbed your jaw to keep your head still, while continuing his work the best he could. “Talk to me, soldier. What’s going on, why are you suddenly so riled up?”
You let out a weak moan at his sudden forceful touch, which did the opposite of getting you to relax. “It doesn’t matter, it’s not important.” You dismissed, not wanting to admit your very primal, lustful reaction towards the clone.
“Humor me.”
“I’d really rather not.”
Mayday's hands landed on opposite sides of your thighs, as he leaned in closer to study you. You realized he was done working on your wound, too busy concentrating on not reacting to really notice the sting. You reached up to touch it, but your hand was grabbed and forcefully put down by your side again.
“Don’t touch it,” he said sternly, and it just now occurred to you he was suspicious of you. “What is it you’re hiding? What aren’t you telling me? Because if there’s ever been a time and place to start talking, I’d say this is it.”
How was it possible to be so terrified yet so aroused at the same time? You bit your lip thoughtfully, considering whether or not to tell the truth. With a quick glance down towards his groin and then back up to meet his eyes, you were hopeful the soldier picked up what you were hinting at. 
But when he looked down, all he saw was the gun hidden in your shoe. He grabbed it and threw it to the side in a swift motion. “Use your words.” He grunted through gritted teeth, which sent another wave of arousal down to the apex of your legs.
“It’s nothing, I swear,” you muttered, your voice barely a squeak at that point. Though you finally figured that no matter the outcome of you telling the truth, it couldn’t be worse than him thinking you were a spy or there to hurt you.
So, with eyes tightly closed and a grip onto the edge so hard it turned your knuckles white, you confessed out loud: “It’s just… I’m really turned on by you.”
Silence.
You barely dared to breathe, let alone open your eyes again. But your curiosity got the better of you and very carefully, you opened one eye.
Mayday was still leaning in close to you, his eyes studying you with an eyebrow raised questioningly. Though when he supposedly was satisfied with whatever he was looking for, he leaned back with a sly smirk. He ran his fingers confidently through his hair, as he seemingly considered the opportunity.
“Well,” he half chuckled, finally breaking the tense silence between the two of you. “I guess that’s one way to look you over and keep you warm at the same time.”
Removing his glove, Mayday held his hand out in front of you. “May I?” He asked and though you didn’t know what he was requesting, you still gave permission. Though you definitely weren’t expecting him to reach into your pants.
Maydays fingers sliding across your sex was a cold reminder about what was actually happening. Suddenly you weren’t sure if this was real or a hallucination caused by you lying dying in the snow. Either way, you didn’t really want it to stop.
Low, wanton moans escaped your lips, as your hips voluntarily leaned into the touch.
“You weren’t lying, you really are turned on by me,” Mayday sounded surprised, as if he were expecting otherwise. “Didn’t know I had that effect on people.” He removed his hand from your sex, much to your dismay, and licked off the arousal he had gathered.
“Guess you haven’t had a lot of chances to meet anyone to have that effect on,” you replied, pushing yourself towards the edge of the bed. “Why don’t you let me show you how hot you’re making me feel?”
As if reading your mind, Mayday let his thumb run across your lower lip, considering the options laid in front of him. His lips then made contact with yours, surprisingly soft compared to his rough exterior.
Your hands found home by his groin, rubbing the codpiece guarding it in the hopes the friction was somewhat stimulating for him.
Though the attempt didn’t last long, before Mayday removed your hands and pressed his groin against yours. He put your hands up on his shoulders, while his own found purpose by your hips, holding you in place.
With a slight tilt of his head, his tongue protruded his soft lips, wettening your cracked, damaged lips while indirectly asking for permission. You gladly allowed entrance and soon enough his tongue was dancing with yours.
If you thought the large, unkempt beard was going to be a problem, you’d’ve been sorely mistaken. On the contrary, it was creating extra friction and tickled in all the right places. Only minor issue was how hard it was to breathe through.
So as little as you wanted to, you needed to break the kiss before passing out. That didn’t stop Mayday though, as he moved down your neck and began sucking, kissing, licking and biting that. 
His hips began grinding against yours, causing your head to lull back as lewd noises escaped your lips.
One of your hands slid down his biceps, feeling the muscles work through the broken armor. Your other hand found purpose in his long hair, stroking it and pulling it if the biting got a bit too rough.
Something that Mayday undoubtedly found humor in, as his low chuckles sent pleasurable waves through your body. 
While one of his arms was wrapped around your waist, holding you in place, the other traced a finger up and down your spine, pressing odd places and seemingly randomly searching your body.
You chuckled. “What are you doing?”
“Looking for possible fractures caused by the crash,” Mayday replied against your shoulder, before straightening up to look at you properly. “Don’t think you get out of the examination that easily, babe.” He said with a wink.
Your hand shot once again down to his codpiece, rubbing the cold plastoid protecting his jewels. “Why don’t you let me examine you for a change? Make sure everything still works.”
“All in dues time, sweetheart.” Mayday teased you, while grabbing your chin. But just as you thought he was about to kiss you again, his hands grabbed the edge of your shirt and pulled it off, exposing your upper body to the cold.
Removing his other glove, Mayday let his bare hands slither over your bare torso, thumbs flicking over your stiff nubs. His deep, brown eyes skimmed over your frame, admiring the detailed piece of art in front of him.
“Looks like you landed on your side when you crashed, but nothing appears broken.” He noted, his voice laced with wonder. He let one hand trace over the bruise covering the entire side of your body, outlining your bones and the pattern of your ship's floor. 
You smiled at his admiration over your body, hating to interrupt it, but even with heat lamps it was far too cold to be undressed like that. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, but I’m starting to freeze my butt off again.”
Reaching over to grab your shirt, Mayday caught your hands and pinned them to your side again. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm.” He assured you, before pushing you to lie down while leaning over you.
Maydays lips began tracing over your upper body, making their way towards your hardened nipple and began teasingly biting and sucking it.
In response, your hips buckled up and began grinding desperately for attention. Mayday's hand found home on your hips again, holding them down. “Easy soldier,” he said half jokingly.
Though he did seem to get the hint and began unbuttoning your pants, while his lips began traveling downwards, beard tickling along the way.
He finally pulled your pants down, exposing your glistening sex to the cold environment as well. “Beautiful,” he muttered, before ducking under and reappearing between your thighs. 
Surpassing your sex, Mayday paused shortly to give it a kiss and lick all the way up, causing you to fall back with your back arching and a dirty moan.
As he straightened to stand upright, you could hear the ‘clank’ of plastoid hitting the hard, metal floor.
You looked up to see his beard slightly glistening in the light, as he looked down and spat on his own cock. Stroking it a bit to spread the spit evenly, Mayday finally lined his member up with your entrance. 
He shot you a teasing look. “Ready?”
“Oh fuck yea, please just fuck me already!” You begged.
With your permission, Mayday began his intrusion, slowly pushing himself in and stretching you in the most wonderful way.
You, however, weren’t ready for how much of a stretch it was going to be. Every inch filled you so wonderfully, it felt like your brain was going to short circuit.
“There we go, nice and slowly,” Mayday cooed at you, when he was about halfway inside. Assuring the stretch wasn’t going to be too much of a burden on your body, he eased it with caresses, kisses and compliments so sweet, they could be desserts. 
When Mayday was fully hilted inside of you, he leaned over and planted a celebratory kiss on your lips, before resting his forehead against yours. He didn’t move yet, allowing you to adjust to his size.
You wrapped your arms around the soldier's neck, with one hand lightly tussling his hair. “You’re bigger than I thought,” you breathily whispered, as you moved your hips to show you were ready. “Not that I’m complaining.”
Mayday smirked at your comment and planted another kiss on your lips, while slowly dragging out till just the tip, before ruthlessly clashing his hips back against yours again.
Your back arched again in response, head lulling back with a moan so loud it might cause an avalanche. 
Mayday used this opportunity to slide an arm around your waist, keeping you in place when he slammed against you. The hand caressing your hip moved on to under your thigh, creating more room for him to work in.
“Seems like your reflexes also survived the crash.” Mayday joked through heavy breaths.
You rolled your eyes in response. “Quit playing doctor already,” you replied, teasingly pulling his hair as punishment.
Eventually he began picking up the pace, doing so without compromising the rigor of his motion.
You were hardly keeping it together, hands tightly gripping onto his hair and armor, desperately attempting to ground yourself. Loud moans were filling the room, undoubtedly alerting the other soldiers to what was happening.
“Kriff, May…” You moaned, closing your eyes and trying to refrain yourself from the ever-rising peak you were reaching. You didn’t want to reach it too soon, wanting nothing more but for this moment to last forever.
“I know,” Mayday whispered, not nearly as out of breath as you. “I’m close too. Where do you want me to…?” 
“Inside!” You moaned, the edge rapidly closing in and threatening to tip you over.
After a couple ruthless thrust more, Mayday kissed your cheek so gently it completely contrasted everything else. “Go ahead, cum for me,” he whispered into your ear, before biting its shell.
That was all you needed to tip over the edge, reaching an orgasm unlike any other you’d ever experienced. Your whole body tensed, holding him so close you nearly became one. Mayday was forced to kiss you, as your moans were reaching a volume they nearly became screams. 
You came harder than you thought possible, your juices spilling over the both of you. Seemingly that was Maydays undoing, as his body tensed up as well and you felt hot ropes filling up your insides.
The two of you stayed like that for a while, coming down from your highs and breathing in each other. You winced at the loss of contact when Mayday pulled out, and the cold air of the base stung to your sweat and cum covered skin.
Mayday returned shortly, wiping his softened cock with a hot towel.
You pouted. “I wanted to suck that.”
“Another time, maybe.” Mayday kissed your temple, while beginning to wipe down your body with the hot towel and help you get dressed again. “Afterall, you know where I live.”
While getting dressed, your comlink went off. It was Arthur, having made contact with a rescue team, which was on their way.
Suddenly you regretted having left the ship, not wanting to wander in the cold once again.
As if reading your mind, Mayday placed a comforting hand on your shoulder and said: “We have a speeder. If you want, I’ll have Crust take you back to your ship.” 
You looked at the commander with pleading eyes. “You’re not coming with me? It’d be a ticket off the snowball and we could have some more examinations whenever you want.”
Mayday shot you an apologetic look. “Sorry, this is where I belong. The Empire may have its flaws, but I still have a duty towards it and I’m not one for desertion.” 
“Shame,” you said, then grabbed his hand and placed your comlink in it. “If you ever change your mind or just want some warmth, you can reach me on this.”
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starilicious · 3 months
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mere haath mein (echo x gn!reader)
》 summary: reader and echo's love story from strangers to friends to lovers throughout the clone wars (a 4+1 type of story)
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१ (1)
The first time you see him, you’re stationed with the 501st, responsible as the head engineer to manage your team and keep repairs going as fast as possible. As an engineer, you automatically hold a higher rank thanks to your formal education and experience in inventing. Mechanics are those who actually repair the machines you innovate. But you never liked delegating tasks and just watching–you much preferred working alongside your coworkers, getting down and dirty with grease on your face and sweat in your eyelashes. That’s where the real fun of engineering comes in anyway.
Currently, you’re trying to mend the high-pressure shaft of a turbofan engine. Space debris and well-timed blaster bolts during a rough battle completely tore apart the interior, forcing you to have to get inside the tight space of the engine in order to remove the old shaft and replace it with a new one.
Because the job is so complicated, you decide to lighten the load on your team–with the amount of treacherous missions Anakin and Ahsoka take the 501st on, it’s safe to say that you and your fellow mechanics have no shortage of work in repairing the shuttles and fighters they bring back smoking.
Granted, astroengineering isn’t your forte, but you would be damned if you didn’t give your team a break. You let them all retire to their rooms early this evening, forcing them to get some much needed rest despite their protests. But your favorite coworker refused to leave you alone, insisting he should stay to help you out. In actuality, you appreciate the help.
“Prauf! Hand me that plasma cutter, would you? This piece just will not come out,” you call out to your friend as you attempt to pry out a piece wedged into a corner. It’s annoying to have such little space to move–there’s only enough room for the upper half of your body to fit, leaving your legs hanging precariously out of the turbofan. Your hot breath from the exertion makes the ludicrously small space steamy and suffocating.
You grunt as you continue pulling, waiting for Prauf to hand you the piece, but it’s no use. Stupid thing won’t move!
“Prauf? Come on, I don’t have all day,” you holler as you grab a servodriver from your toolbelt, shoving it in a crack between the debris and the shaft. Maybe some torque will help?
But alas, the pesky little piece just won’t move. You sigh in frustration and move your legs around blindly, trying to kick the elder Abednedo lightly to bring his attention back to the present. Maker knows he loves to daydream. But you’re exhausted and don’t have the patience to spare.
“Stars Prauf, are you drooling over Sonia again? It might work better if you actually go up to her rather than just stare at her” you laugh as you continue trying to find him with your legs. But your smile dies away when you hear no response and can’t find purchase on his clothing with your feet. Even though you’re both bone-tired and about to drop dead from exhaustion, you know Prauf would answer you back.
Perhaps he is just getting you the tool you requested? But then he would have said he was getting it…
Fatigued, you wiggle your way out of the turbofan, accidentally banging your head hard against the durasteel of the fan. A sounding hum vibrates its way through the rest of the metal of the fan as you groan in pain.
“Owww,” you mutter, holding your head in your hands as you finally shimmy out into the open space of the hanger and drop down a good five feet to the ground when your feet miss the ladder. I am going to kill Prauf.
“Did it hurt?”
You look up to see two clones standing over you, the one on the left with a blue hand painted on his armor looking worried while the other with a ‘5’ tattooed on his temple looking amused. Prauf is nowhere to be seen.
Your head is still throbbing and now your ass is killing you because of your fall. Not to mention the pain in your legs from landing on the ground so hard. “Pardon?”
“Did it hurt?” ‘5’ repeats, a slight smirk on his face as he holds out a hand to help you up. You accept it, your other hand still holding your head as you stumble upright. The sleep deprivation is really starting to catch up to you, you realize, as you process what the clone says after.
“When you fell from heaven?”
You stare at him for a few seconds in shock. ‘5’ doesn’t let up with his smile and you burst out laughing, doubling over from the complete surprise at the fact that this man actually used the cheesiest pick-up line you have ever heard in your life.
‘5’ and ‘Blue Hand’ look at each other in slight confusion, clearly not expecting your reaction. ‘Blue Hand’ looks a bit concerned.
“I-I’m sorry,” you choke out, pain dulling in light of your heavy laughter as you try to breathe. “It’s not even that funny but I really just cannot believe you said that out loud.”
‘Blue Hand’ snickers, elbowing ‘5’ who looks a bit offended. But he humors you anyway.
“Well, what can I say, my mind short circuits when I see a beautiful person like you,” he grins and you shake your head fondly as your pulsating pain fades a bit. You can’t tell if the use of an engineering pick-up line is better or worse.
“I’m going to take your word for that,” you say instead, biting back a smile. ‘Blue Hand’ shakes his head in response.
“Trust me, that’s a bad idea. If Fives gets any encouragement, he’s gonna stick to you like glue,” he teases and Fives lightly punches his friend’s arm in retaliation. Fives. So that’s his name. It makes sense–he literally has the number 5 on him. (Your brain is really not working at full capacity at the moment.)
“But on a more serious note: are you hurt? You had quite the tumble there,” ‘Blue Hand’ continues, reaching out and placing a hand on your arm to steady you as you almost trip over your overturned box of tools on the ground.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, thanks. Everything is sore from pain and I’m running on six cups of caf, but it’s nothing I can’t handle,” you shrug as you bend down to pick up your things. In truth, your face is flaming with heat, embarrassed at your clumsiness. Prauf truly picked the worst time to leave you alone. Being half way to loopytown with pain and no sleep is hitting you much harder than you thought it would.
Both men crouch down with you, setting their helmets aside as they help you gather the various tools.
“Six cups? Sounds like you need some rest, trooper,” Fives jokes and you can’t help but chuckle.
“What can I say, anything for the Republic! I’m fighting my own war here against the machines,” you beam, pretending to punch the air with the shears and spanner currently in your hands.
The clones laugh as you start sorting through the tools you’ll need to take up with you back into that damned shaft.
“Do you need some help? I know it’s two standard hours past midnight, but Echo and I have some time to kill before we have to head to the barracks,” Fives offers, once again holding out a hand to help you up. You pick up on Fives’ underlying message as you register the other’s name. Echo. Hm, interesting. You vaguely wonder how he got the name.
You glance at both of them, observing them closely. Despite the caring smiles on their faces, you know exhaustion when you see it. Hell, you’re very much feeling it yourself right now. Their help is a tempting proposal.
“Thanks boys, but I think I’ll pass. I’ve got to get this done fast before the mission tomorrow. Can’t rest when duty calls!” you say with a tired smile as you set up your fallen ladder, making sure it’s secured so it doesn’t tip over again. You doubt your body can handle another fall like that.
“You sure? We don’t mind. I promise we know more about engineering than we let on,” Echo responds kindly and with humor, gazing at you as you begin climbing.
“I don't doubt that, but I'm sure. The mission reports today were pretty intense. You guys did a lot of work out there–you should get some shuteye,” you affirm warmly when you reach the top.
The men look at each other again, an unspoken message being passed in between them. Do they have some sort of secret brother language?
“Alright then, we’ll go. Remember to dream of me!” Fives calls out, winking. Echo slaps his arm and waves to you. You roll your eyes, but wave back anyway, watching their backs retreat from the area. Your heart pangs in… something. You elect to ignore the surfacing emotion, squashing it back down when Prauf (the little kriffer) finally decides to grace you with his presence.
“Astro! I did it! I got a date with her!”
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ciramaris · 14 days
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Glory
Marshal Commander Cody x fem!Reader
Summary: You are a Republic Naval Captain (Rank just below Admiral Block) and are rather new to the Negotiator. It has been two weeks since you arrived. You will get to know the Marshal Commander and yourself better.
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marydiva-17 · 6 months
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hello commander
commander Wolfe x Doctor reader
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The republic had hired medical officials to deal with the injured republic citizens to any clone troopers. There was never a part in your life that you had thought you will be helping with the troopers after their lone battles and anything else. It had taken some time for you to get use to your new job here, to soon become easy to get to know the clone troopers and all of their divisions as well. Never in your wildest dreams did you think that you will draw the attention of clone commander.
Y/n " kid you will be okay you just need to be careful for while. but those scraps on your legs and arms will heal" you were helping some kids, they were playing and accident had happen that resulted them getting hurt.
kid " thank you ... can we all still play miss" the children were looking at you waiting for a answer from you.
y/n " yes you can still play but be careful you all will feel some pain, but you all can keep playing your game"
kid 2 " yeah"
kid 3 " well come on lets got back to our game before we have to go home"
y/n " have fun children"
kids " thank you ma'am" the group of children soon ran off leaving you alone.
y/n " ......" you were checking your medical supplies that had been used for the troopers and the citizen of this planet, that the republic was on right now.
Boost" Hey y/n we need your help" you soon looked over to see Boost coming running into the room, as stinker and comet had wolfe with them.
y/n " what happened here"
comet " the commander he had taken a nasty fall and we brought him to do"
y/n " lay him down over here"
wolfe " no need to worry about me y/n I'm good"
y/n " let me the judge of that wolfe lay down please"
wolfe " yes ma'am" wolfe was soon helped towards the bed and soon laid down, you were now looking at him.
y/n " good now tell me what happened"
wolfe " well we were out portal and I had taken a nasty fall and something might of hit my head as well"
y/n " oh what lead to this commander I thought you all were being safe"
Boost " he was help some kids and something was about to land of them, and wolfe had uses his body as shell over them he had lost his balance when he was knocked out"
y/n " oh are you feeling okay wolfe"
wolfe " feeling better then ever y/n"
y/n " well let me run some more scan so we know you are okay, and we cant have something happening to you biometric eye as well"
wolfe " whatever you say doc"
y/n " boys I'm sorry to say this but you will have to leave so I can run the test you can wait outside...."
comet " we understand ma'am we will see you later wolfe" you had walked away to get some supplies, having your back turn while three trooper leaving gave their brother a thumbs up, making wolfe shake his head.
Y/n " well you did something very heroic wolfe protecting those children"
wolfe " it was nothing ma'am it our duty to service and keep everyone safe I was just follow the rules"
y/n “ you are a good soldier Wolfe always looking out off your brothers and Jedi, making sure they are safe that makes you a wonderful man”
Wolfe “ oh you think I’m a wonderful man”
y/n “ yeah you are wonderful man Wolfe” Wolfe smirked towards you, as he was enjoying the words he was hearing you speak.
???? “ hello commander Wolfe and doctor y/n” you and Wolfe soon looked back and saw plo koon standing there.
y/n “ hello Jedi knight plo koon welcome is everything okay”
plo koon “ yes everything is alright I came to see how commander wofle, is doing I heard he had gotten hurt”
y/n “ well I have good new Wolfe will be fine but he will need to be take to ways for a couple days, after that horrible fall and something hitting him”
plo koon “ that is good new I had thought you were badly hurt commander”
Wolfe “ I’m good sir and I’m ready to get back to work”
y/n “ are you sure you can still rest here a bit longer”
Wolfe “ no I’m good y/n thank you for the offer and taking care of me”
y/n “ you welcome and if you are feeling off please come see me”
Wolfe “ yes ma'am”
plo koon “‘thank you doctor y/n”
y/n “Anytime be safe out here you two “The two men nodded their heads and soon left the medical room, Wolfe gave one last look before the door had closed.
Outside
plo koon “ commander Wolfe do you know there are simple ways to ask a women out, verse doing something dangerous”
Wolfe “ all respect general but what do you mean”
plo koon “ you and the doctor do make a perfect match a women like her is hard to find in the galaxy”
Wolfe “ …….” plo “ so act now are you might lose her to someone else, and I rather not see you lost her after doing all this for her attention” Wolfe soon scoff knowing he was caught by the general, the two of them will keep on walking, Wolfe will take the general advice soon and ask you out, and you will agree on date and relationship. He was happy and so was the whole Wolfe pack as well, now that leader of the pack had gotten the women he loves.
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Where's Mommy?
Wolffe x Fem!Reader
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Summary: Wolffe's wife suddenly dies, leaving him a single father in the middle of a war.
Pairing: Wolffe x Fem!Reader
Characters: Wolffe, Plo Koon, Cara (child OFC)
Tags & Warnings: heavy angst, mention of death, off-screen death, spousal death, reader is not the spouse, grief, hurt/comfort
Word Count: 807
Author's Note: I came up with this sad short fic while I was on hiatus. If I have to suffer, then y'all are going to suffer with me. It's sad. It's really sad. I might make this into a full-length reader fic at some point, where Wolffe hires a nanny (reader) for his daughter and they fall in love, or something sappy like that (pssst, I did). As always, please enjoy 💚
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Wolffe stands frozen in the medcenter hallway, staring down an endless sterile corridor with a small hand wrapped tightly around his finger. A pulmonary embolism, they said. A blood clot in the lungs, they said. She was so young, they said. Could've happened to anyone, they said. But it didn't happen to anyone. It happened to his wife. Within moments, and by no choice of his own, he's now a single father in a galaxy torn by war. The light of his life, snuffed out like a candle. 
"Daddy?" his daughter says while tugging on his hand. 
Wolffe snaps out of his daze and looks down at her. "Yeah, baby?"
"Where's mommy?" she asks.
"Mommy…" Wolffe pauses, biting his lip as he looks anywhere but his daughter's face. "Mommy had to go."
"Go where?" she asks. 
"Far away," he says.
"But why?" she asks. "I love mommy."
"I love mommy too, baby," he says, barely able to keep his emotions at bay. 
"Then why'd she leave?" she whines. 
"Listen to me, Cara," he kneels on the ground in front of her. "Sometimes… sometimes people have to leave and there's nothing we can do about it."
"When's she coming back?" she asks. 
"She's not," he chokes.
"I want mommy!" she yells.
Wolffe picks up his crying child and holds her against his chest, letting his own tears fall silently out of her view. "I know, baby. I know. I want her too."
"I'm not leaving without mommy!" she wails.
"Please, baby," he soothes as she cries inconsolable.
"Hush little one," a soft voice says from behind Wolffe.
Wolffe turns around and sighs in relief. "General."
"I came as soon as I heard," Plo says. He places a gentle hand on Wolffe's shoulder. "I'm so sorry for your loss."
"Thank you," Wolffe says while bouncing his daughter to try and calm her down. 
"Come here little one," Plo says as he stretches out his arms to take Cara from Wolffe. 
Wolffe peels his distraught daughter off of his chest and hands her to Plo, then collapses down onto the bench against the wall. He hangs head in his hands and sobs quietly. His first real moment to fully process the loss of his wife. 
Plo turns away from Wolffe to give him some privacy and continues to bounce Cara to soothe her. 
The little girl's crying echoes throughout the hallway, sending sharp pains through Wolffe's already broken heart. He wants her to stop crying so he can stop crying. She's just a child, and she doesn't understand what's happening, which is making the situation all the more difficult. How can he console her when he can barely hold it together himself? The last time he felt this helpless was the Malevolence incident, and even then he held it together better than right now.
He doesn't know how to be a mother. He's a soldier, a commander. How is he going to fight in the war and raise a child? It's practically impossible. He can't just quit the war either. No clone can. His wife was a saint. She took care of everything while he was away on campaigns. The only thing he needed to do when he came home was hug his little baby girl and dote on her until he had to leave again. He gave his family everything he had, and everything he didn't have. 
He always knew he was going to be an absent father because of the war, but he didn't in his wildest imagination think his wife would die before him. They had contingency plans for if he died, but they didn't make any plans for if she died. This entire scenario came out of left-field and blindsided him. They were eating dinner like they always did when he goes on shore leave. How in the universe did they go from eating dinner to her being dead? He'll never understand it.
"General," Wolffe says through his tears. "What do I do now?"
Plo studies the devastated commander and softens his eyes. "You take each moment as it comes."
"But what do I do?" Wolffe pleads with a hitch in his throat. "The funeral, my kid, my troops, my–"
"Arrangements are being made as we speak," Plo interrupts. "You are not alone in this despair, Wolffe."
Wolffe looks up at the general and a menial, barely noticeable smile forms at the corner of his mouth, but it's betrayed by the streaks of tears that line his flushed cheeks. He says nothing in response, afraid that if he utters even one more syllable, he'll lose the last bit of composure he's maintaining. However, the words of his general ring true. He's not alone. He's never been alone. He has his general and an entire battalion of brothers to lean on. His family is here for him. 
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Cyar'ika
//OKAY, so this fic depicts acts of intimacy, nothing too horribly graphic, but if you don't want to read something like that please move along.
"Cyar'ika..." you shiver as your lover whispers the Mando'a term of endearment in your ear.
Hunter may share his face with a million others, but you know in your heart that he is as unique as any being in the galaxy, clone or not.
No other clone can make you feel this way, only Hunter.
When your only response to his pet name is a shiver and a smile, Hunter begins kissing your exposed neck. These stolen moments are getting harder and harder to come by, as the war rages into it's third year, Hunter and the rest of the Bad Batch are often out on missions.
But for the moment, you and Hunter have barricaded yourselves away in his bunk, while the rest of the team are out doing who knows what in between missions.
It hadn't taken long for you to find yourself in his bed with only a thin sheet for cover.
Hunter lightly drags a calloused finger down your bare side as he continues kissing your neck. You laugh despite yourself, cursing our ticklishness.
"Hunt, that's not fair!" This gets a raspy chuckle out of him, his laughter always sets butterflies loose in your belly.
"No, what's not fair is you showing up here, looking good enough to eat. Knowing that we only have a little bit of time before I'm called away again." Hunter says, strong arms sliding around your waist and pulling you against his chest.
"That is hardly my fault!" Hunter chuckles again, and once again the butterflies in your belly come to life.
"I suppose you're right," he says suddenly rolling both of you so now he is on top and you're looking up at him from the bed.
"I shouldn't waste such a gift, especially when I know I only have a little time to enjoy it." He captures your lips in a kiss, and moves on from there, trailing kisses down your body.
Which is promptly interrupted by someone pounding on the door.
You groan quietly in response.
"Sarge, you in there?" It's Wrecker, of course, just as loud as he ever is, still pounding on the door.
Considering the doors are locked and you can't find him anywhere, where else would he be? You think bitterly, Hunter sighs but doesn't move to get up, maybe he's hoping to return to what he was doing before, once he gets rid of his brother that is.
"I'm a little busy, Wrecker!" You smile and almost go in to steal another kiss.
"Regs called, we got a mission."
Hunter swears under his breath, and you sigh, so much for having time.
"I'll be out in a minute!" He still hasn't released you, and is looking at you with an apology in his eyes.
Wrecker's foot falls fade away before he speaks.
"I'm sorry, Cyar'ika, I got to go."
You pause for a moment trying to steal just a few seconds more with the man you love.
"I know... promise me that you'll be careful, and that one day when this is all over, we won't have to hide like this anymore."
You never spoke of the future much, with the nature of war, there never seemed to be a point. But you're speaking of it now, because you desperately want to believe that there will be an end to this war, and that you will one day be able to love Hunter openly.
"Hunt, promise me."
He kisses you again, and for a moment you think he's going to stay here with you, to hell with the war and the mission, to hell with everything.
But then he pulls away, forcing himself to get up out of the bed and put on some clothes.
"I promise." He's looking at you now as he picks up your clothes off the floor and holds them out to you.
Taking your clothes, you smile.
Changing into your clothes, Hunter sneaks you out of the barracks by some miracle, not running into his brothers.
Hunter kisses you a final time.
"I love you, I'll see you soon," and then he's gone. Leaving you with the feel of his lips on yours and a stupid smile on your face.
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dangraccoon · 15 days
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Just Borrowing
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Echo x Reader
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Square filled: "that's mine!"
Word Count: 684
Warnings: canon typical violence, injuries, blaster wounds, a little suggestive at the end
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This is not how this was supposed to go, you thought bitterly, tucked behind a large rock for cover. The blasterfire overhead was proof that plan A had failed… along with plans B, C, and D. The shots to your shoulder and leg only proved as further evidence.
“Hang in there,” Echo commed to you. “We’re on our way.”
“Would you hurry it up?” you groaned, firing a few shots towards the droid battalion slowly making its way towards you.
“Tech’s a quarter-klick away,” Echo assured.
“Where are you?”
There were a few seconds where no reply came, despite comms still being live. Echo was hesitating. “We’re pinned up here.”
Echo hated when you were separated in battle. Despite his general hesitancy to express his more than platonic feelings for you, he’d told you that before. He knew that being put together every mission was simply not feasible, and it could make either one of you a liability in the field, but he hated it all the same.
“It’s okay,” you reassured him. “I’ll see you back at the ship.” The comms became too cluttered with orders and warnings being bounced between the others. Tech field-dressed your wounds and helped you back to the ship, depositing you in one of the seats before running off to the cockpit to go pick up the rest of the boys. You limped over to the gunner’s nest, painfully dragging yourself up the ladder. 
As the ship flew over the others’ position, you saw they were surrounded. You began firing, taking out several tanks.
“Nice shootin’, verd’ika!” Wrecker cheered, laughing gleefully as your shots along with his previously placed explosives caused a massive chain reaction, taking out most of the remaining droids.
Tech landed the ship a little ways away from the others and you decided to change out of your grimy and now burned blacks. Sitting on the edge of your bunk, you lifted the lid to your footlocker to grab- damn. This was your last set of undamaged blacks.
You scowled at your nearly empty storage, contemplating what you could do when an idea popped in. 
By the time the others filed in, you were getting comfortable in your bunk in a clean shirt.
As Wrecker’s adrenaline-fueled retelling of the battle they had all just been in began to quiet down, you heard Echo’s voice.
“Where’s-”
“Bunks,” Hunter answered.
You could hear Echo’s footsteps through the ship as the others went back to talking. “Hey, are you-” he froze next to your bunk, eyes wide with surprise.
“Hi,” you mumbled, barely able to contain a grin.
Echo’s mouth opened, but the words failed to come as he seemed to struggle with the sight of you.
“Echo?” you prompted.
He blinked at you.
“I know I probably should’ve asked, but I’d gone through all my blacks and I needed something to change into. Yours was the closest, and honestly the cleanest-”
“That’s mine!” he nearly shouted in disbelief.
The shortened right sleeve gave it away pretty easily, even though you’d cuffed the other sleeve to match.
“Yeah, I just need to borrow it until we get to a base-”
“No,” he protested before clearing his throat. “I mean you- you don’t have to give it back.”
You smirked a little. “Echo, do you like that I’m wearing your shirt?”
His eyes went wide again as he sheepishly tried to find something - anything - else to look at.
“You do!” you teased, taking delight in the way his cheeks flushed to a bright red that extended down his neck.
Echo closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. When he opened them, they landed on you, the warm, golden tones sinking into your skin with an intensity you’d not seen from him before.
“I do like seeing my shirt on you,” he murmured, sitting on the edge of your bunk. “But I think I’d like to see it on the floor next to your bunk even better.”
Your jaw dropped open, your face burning hot as he smirked, patting your thigh. 
“Get some rest, mesh’la," he chuckled with a wink.
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bamfahsoka · 8 months
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Change of Fate: Chapter 4
No warnings. Just a ridiculously in love couple, and their chosen family, trying to save the galaxy. No big...
I hope you enjoy it!
The next morning, you woke up and went straight to the med bay. Today, you were supposed to confront the horrifying possibility that your men, your brothers…your other half, might be prisoners in their own minds. You walked in the med bay, and you and Kix had a line of troopers waiting for you. Of course, Rex and Wolffe were front and center. You walked up to the group and greeted them
    "Good morning gentlemen". 
You then spoke to Rex directly. 
    "Rex, I know you want to be first in line and lead by example, but I need you to wait to get examined. At least the first round. " Before he could argue, you continued. "I won't be available to direct orders, and make sure this ship gets back to Coruscant safely while I'm in everybody's head. That's why I'm having you wait. I need you to take charge and command the ship. " 
Reluctantly, Rex agreed, but only after you promised to have him regularly updated on your progress. After that was settled, he went to leave for the bridge. Next, you moved to address Kix. 
"Ok Kix, how do you suggest we get this process started?" 
You all settle on setting up a triage of sorts. However, instead of organizing by the severity of injuries; the men would be organized by batches. You hated utilizing any form of identification other than their chosen names, but working in batches made it easier to see just how widespread the potential threat really is. It's also decided that Wolffe would stand guard while you and Kix were working. Like with Tup, you felt more comfortable knowing someone had your back while in such a vulnerable state, and there was no better choice than your commander. 
With all the details worked out you take your position at the first trooper's head, and start to move through his mind. Since you knew where and what you're looking for, it's far less physically taxing than it was with Tup. As you arrive at your destination, your heart sinks when you see the inhibitor chip. As soon as you make contact, you hear machines beeping and know that you've done all you can do, and that it's up to Kix and the rest of the medics to successfully remove the inhibitor chip. As you come out of your meditative state, you're greeted by Wolffe, the rest of the anxious troopers, and Kix moving the first trooper into surgery. 
      "You ok?" Wolffe asked tentatively.
      "Yes and no," you answered softly. "I'm not hurt or anything, but…he has the chip. Your heart ached, but you were also more motivated than you had ever been. You were going to find a way to help ALL the clones of the GAR. You tried to think through the next step. You knew if you evaluated every trooper yourself, you would border on force exhaustion. You decided to move on to the next batch rather than do all the troopers of a single batch and then move on. Your thinking was that if one of the batch has the chip, the chances of the whole batch having them were high. While the troopers worked out  who would volunteer for the batches that were currently present. You looked to Wolffe and said 
   "We need a more efficient way of scanning for the chips. It'll take too long for me to examine every single trooper,not to mention using the Force that much in one sitting might just kill me. " 
    "I agree," Wolffe said seriously. "We have to be able to retrofit an old droid or scanner to look for the chips." 
    "I think Cody knows someone that could help, but that means risking bringing more people into this shit show." 
    "True, but at this point, we have enough proof that this is a real threat that bringing at least Cody in on it is warranted. I know you want to keep this on the down low, but honestly, we should brief General Plo, too. " 
    "Probably true…Let's get through these troopers, then we'll work on briefing the General and bringing Cody in." 
You proceeded to examine and find chips in every trooper you examined. You admit you were tired and heartbroken at the increasing amount of undeniable proof that someone is essentially controlling the men of the GAR. The questions that come with that are who, why, and when…
Before you drown in your thoughts, Wolffe pulls you back to the present. 
      "General." 
      "Huh? Oh! The debriefing right." 
      "Uh huh. Let's take a walk and grab some food. Yea?" 
      "Yea sounds good", you said with a hesitant smile. 
You both walk towards the Mess when Wolffe suddenly takes your hand and pulls you into a rarely used conference room. Wolffe takes off his helmet, and pulls you close. He holds you against his broad chest, with his strong arms. You stay there until he moves his hands to cradle your face, like you were made of glass. 
      "C'yare, we'll figure this out ok? Trust me I want to end this just as bad as you do, and so does every one of the troopers on this ship. We will stop this" 
      "I know Love. I know…" 
You move to wrap your arms around his neck, forcing his hands down to your hips. You look down at his lips, and that's all the signal he needs. Wolffe closes the distance and catches your lips in his. Your heart rate increases and the world around you suddenly disappears. For a brief time you were in heaven. In these stolen moments you could almost imagine a life where there was no more war, no more loyalties or duties other than to each other, and an opportunity to live a long and happy life together. However, as the war liked to remind you, that was a seemingly impossible future. You separated from each other breathing heavily and slightly dazed from your lust filled escapade. You steadied each other in another loving embrace. After a few moments, Wolffe stepped back, held your hands, and said 
      " I love you. Let's get some food"  
You laugh at his abrupt change of tone. 
      "How romantic" you said with a sarcastic grin. 
      "What?! We both need food! It's not my fault I have a super human metabolism!" He countered playfully. You made yourself presentable again and made your way to the Mess. 
After eating you went to the bridge. You wanted to update Rex before you talked to Master Plo. You both walked in and walked up next to Rex.
       "General. Commander. Any more progress? 
       "Yes…We examined one trooper from each batch from this morning's volunteers…"
        "By your hesitation, I bet I can guess what you found…" Rex said in a defeated tone. 
        "Each trooper I examined had the same chip in the exact same place…" Kix is taking the troopers I examined into surgery to remove the chips. He hasn't commed me, so I'm taking that as good news, for now at least. "  
You could tell Rex was using every ounce of willpower and military training to subdue his emotions and focus on the 'mission'.  
       "So what's the plan?" 
       "We have a few things we need to do to make this easier for ourselves, hopefully leading to faster results and more answered questions. First is briefing Master Plo. We haven't updated him in awhile, and he's our ally in the Council. I don't want to involve the entire Council yet, but we might need their support in the near future… Plus if we don't check in soon, Master Plo will think we kidnapped Wolffe for good" you said with a wink and a mischievous smile on your face. The corners of Wolffe's lips curled up into a small smile, and he gave you his signature eye roll.
With Wolffe and Rex standing at attention behind you, you asked your communication officer to contact Master Plo. Master Plo and crew answered immediately. 
 "Y/N, it's wonderful to see you. I hope you haven't been too much trouble for the Commander and Captain." Master Plo said playfully. Wolffe and Rex couldn't help but smirk. 
"I'm offended, Master" you say in mock protest. As much as you loved chatting with your former Master and father figure, you could not delay informing him of your findings. 
"Master l wanted to contact you regarding the incident with Tup, and my suspicions that there is something bigger going on." 
"Based on your tone, I assume you found something?" 
"Yes Master. I know you told me that the council can not get involved, but soon if we are able to uncover more…they might not have a choice. We are dealing with something that goes far beyond what we, gesturing to yourself, Rex, and Wolffe behind you, can handle on our own. This information, and the threat that it poses, affects the entire GAR. Possibly the entire war." 
"Those are big claims my little one…You need to have concrete proof before you bring this to the council or GAR officials. If you make these claims without substantial proof, the consequences may be discrediting yourself at best…and fatal at worst." 
" I know…That's why I plan to get the evidence needed to support my claims. I just wanted to let you know that when I do find it, I will come to the council for support." 
"Good luck, my little one. I'll see you and the Commander back on Coruscant."
"Thank you Master"
With that the transmission ended, and you sighed heavily leaning over the holo table. You turned around and looked at both Wolffe and Rex and stated
"And to think that was the easy part…".
Wolffe was the one to break the silence.
"Onto step two?" 
"Step two?" Rex asked. 
"We need Cody's help, but I think it's better if we talk to him in person. You two think you can convince him to meet up with us on Coruscant?" 
"Shouldn't be too difficult" Rex said confidently. 
"I agree. We'll contact him directly and set something up." Wolffe stated seriously.  
"Alright then. Let's get home then shall we?"
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