#delta squad sev

[wetsocksinbed]

Scorch going from “mad that Sev is seen as just another number” to “blindly follows all orders like a droid” is the most heartbreaking thing the delta squad has given us since 2005

[sev-on-kamino]

Off from work, and ready for chaos! Reblog with your unhinged, and potentially unsafe (in the best way) Clone x Reader x Clone pairings!

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I’ll start:

Sev & Crosshair - fondly referred to in my mind as “The Double Tap” because if the first one doesn’t take you out, the second definitely will.

Wrecker & Hardcase - I don’t think this one needs an explanation but it may take 3 business days to recover…if recovery is even possible

Thorn & Jesse - With the idea I have of Thorn in my mind, I feel like he and Jess would play off of each other really well. It starts on the dance floor at 79’s and ends on Cloud 9

[wanderinginksplot]

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

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

Word Count: 2,400

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ready?” Sev asked. 

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

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

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

That was when he pounced. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you-?”

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

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

You definitely were. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Aww, no rematch?” Scorch complained. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[reader6898]

Rescue

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

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

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

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

"Where is she?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[kaminocasey]

Delta Squad HCs

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

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

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

Hickeys always. 

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

****

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

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

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

****

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

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

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

****

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

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

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

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

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

[firewoodwander]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Seducing you, obviously.”

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

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

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

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

“What do you think I’m doing?”

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

[mandalorianbrainweasel]

Hi! I love you writing! I never really thought about Walon/Jaster before, but you make it so soft?

Anyway, if you ever wanted too, I’d love to see you do anything more with Delta squad, either the four of them+ Walon, or just Walon and Sev? I feel like Delta has a lot more repressed feelings that are bound to burst at some point, and a lot of confused feelings surrounding Walon. Him as well, since he clearly wasn’t great for them as children, but he does love them in his own way.

Sorry if none of that made any sense, or you’re just not interested. Regardless, I hope you have a lovely day 😊

Hello!! Yes I came up with Jaster/Walon and I love them very much.

At the moment I'm not really in the headspace to directly deal with Walon's Fucked Up Canon Actions and how Delta deal with that and how they feel about him etc etc. HOWEVER! I have a stalled out WIP that has something I'll think you'll like, Nonny. Under the cut we go 😌

[Context: Delta have been sent to lie low at Keldabe City's Hotel Sarad, owned by the Mereel-Fetts and notably hosted by Akaani'ka "Spar" Mereel.]

“We’ll be fine here,” Boss finally decides. Hopefully they’ll be cleared to go back by the time Vau returns.

“Why do you call him Walon?” Scorch asks their odd host.

They blink a few times. “I knew him. Before. So I’ve always called him Walon.” They clap their hands. “I need to get back to the courtyard. I’m usually somewhere about. Since you have Walon’s keystone, you’re able to take the back lift all the way up to the family rooms on the fifth floor, the ones that are gated off from the rest of the fifth floor. I have a bigger kitchen, so feel free to use it. The manager, Yeva, has my comm code if you need to get a hold of me and can’t find me. Walon said you are free to explore everything, but he went ahead and locked his room so everything he put away is out of your way. I believe he is aware you can all slice locks. I’ll make sure that the keystones made for you are the only ones that can open your room. Though I believe eventually all of the squads Walon trained are supposed to receive keys. Unlikely that you’ll all be there at the same time, after all.” They have deep dimples when they smile. “Anything else?”

None of the others say anything, so Boss says, “Not that we can think of.”

They nod, hand him the keystone, a shiny piece of rock with little lines of blue that glow like electronics, and then disappear.

“What,” Fixer says succinctly, “the kark?”

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They spend the next while taking stock of the place. Boss picks through the kitchen, looking for listening devices and pondering at what Vau keeps in the conservator. Things that keep well, but most of it is incredibly foreign to him. The counters are stone, a number of the cooking utensils are beskar, as are all of the knives from what he can tell. There’s a row of cookbooks, and, next to them, there’s a holo. It’s not on, but when he clicks it on it shows Vau, but much younger. He’s laughing, arms wrapped around a clone. Until it dawns on him that it isn’t a clone.

It’s either Fett, or it’s the glamorous Mereel who showed them up. Obviously close, and even...happy.

He’s not sure how he feels about it.

While Boss goes through the kitchen, Scorch picks the lock into Vau’s bedroom, peeking in like Vau’s going to be there with a disapproving look ready and waiting for him. Instead, the room is empty and dark. There’s art on the walls, with swoopy swirls, vibrant colours even in the darkness, and asymmetric figures. Men and women and others dancing and lounging. Some are in beskar’gam, some look to be in fashion not terribly different from the Mereel’s style. The bed frame has similar lines, carved of thick, dark wood, and the sheets are soft and dark. There’s a bed that just screams Lord Mirdalan on the floor. There are flightsuits and more varied garments both in the closets. A few of the leather jackets he’d wear when he was really tired, on Kamino.

He steals a super soft sweater. He’ll put it back before they leave.

Fixer digs into the tech, seeing how far he can get into the hotel’s systems. Not far, not without something else—he doesn’t think it’s an organic being—curses him out and about locks him out of the system entirely. It punts him to a collection of databooks and it takes him only a minute to realize that Vau wrote them. They’re...interesting. It’s a collection of linguistics and philosophy, bits of history, all how they wrap together. It’s not something he would have expected from Vau, from the brittle way he always held himself, from the snapping and the frowns. No, all of it is thoughtful and hopeful and...kind of whole.

He wonders what happened. He wonders why he cares.

Sev is the only one who wanders into the free bedroom. Their bedroom, in a way, that smells of freshly carved and stained wood. There are two double beds, just like the Mereel said. They’re both a red wood, sturdy, and when he sits down at the end of one, the one with the blue sheets instead of the red, they’re firm but with a little indulgent softness. A treat, but not one they’ll be discomforted by. He looks up at the shelves lining the walls, matching wood with matching carvings—star motifs and swirls that he doesn’t know match the bed in Vau’s room—and boxes along it. Less than one hundred, and when he counts them there are ninety seven of them. Well. Ninety six, but there’s a ninety seventh one on the bedside table. A note asking them to ferry it to Atin. He recognizes a lot of the numbers, but he stands up and pulls out the four most familiar ones.

He brings them into the living area and sits next to Fixer, who is frowning at a datapad, and passes him the box with his name and number marked on it. Fixer scowls, but he opens it. And then he just stops, frozen. Scorch sweeps in from Vau’s bedroom with a giant sweater on and he slings himself across the other two’s laps, accepting his box from Sev with an “ooo!” Finally, Boss comes over with a plate of snacks, sets them on the dark brown table that sits low in front of the sofa, and accepts his own box as he sits down in one of the chairs. Only then does Sev open his.

Credits—Mandalorian and Republic. Identification—at least three separate identities and one even has their names as Vau. Datachips—Sev’s has information for an armoury building, Scorch’s has a garage plot and a key code, Fixer’s has bank account details, and Boss’s has a list of names.

It doesn’t take them long to realize it’s people who owe Vau.

“What is this?” Fixer asks.

Boss sucks in a breath. “I think...I think this is if we ever need a new life.”

Boss has them close the boxes back up, taking only a bit of the Mandalorian credits for now, and then they all stack them back up on the shelves. In case of emergencies.

The Mereel arrives less than half an hour later, clapping their hands and offering to treat them to supper.

[papanowo]

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

[uglybumbo]

For when they meet again.

[aka-lorterian]

🫳🫳 ``

[gamelpar]

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

fixer | sev | boss | scorch | delta squad

[reader6898]

Delta squad masterlist

🥵: smut

🥰: fluff

😭: angst

Sev

🥰 Rescue

Scorch

Boss

Fixer

[toomanyteefs]

Poor Boss having to wrangle these fools.

[alabyte]

«The council will decide your fate»

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

[firewoodwander]

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

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

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

“Are you two all right?”

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

Fi shifts and oh. Ah.

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

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

Sev’s arms are in the way.

“Sev?” he asks.

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

Sev, holding him. Voluntarily.

“What time’s it?” he asks.

“Mid-afternoon,” Sev answers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fi’ll take that as a win.