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[wolffe-simp]

One Moment (18+)

Wanted to dabble in writing for a male audience, hope you all enjoy

Pairing: Male Reader x Shaak Ti

Warnings: Smut, Porn with slight Plot, P in V, unprotected, unestablished relationship, kinda fluffy, kinda sweet, reader is a clone

Word Count: 4,552

Commander (Y/n) has been struggling with his feelings towards his Jedi General, despite them not being allowed to be together, the Commander makes one simple request when it seems his feelings are not one sided.

As the war stretched across the galaxy, more and more clones were drafted into the service of the Grand Republic. Some were newer than most, barely finishing their training before they were placed into the typical clone trooper armour, barely aware of the nightmare they were about to face while fighting alongside their brothers. One clone Commander had chosen to stay behind, even long after his batch mates had gone off to the battlefield and found their respectable squadrons. It wasn’t out of fear or doubt, but the sheer, overwhelming need to ensure his brothers were ready and properly trained. (Y/N) was considered a respectful clone, serving under Jedi Master Shaak Ti, who had treated the clone like another living being rather than a scientific experiment made to fight the wars of those who were too cowardly to fight themselves, as the Jedi had stated during one of their times together. He admired her for that, for the fact she made him, and his brothers feel like they had a purpose, that they were more than what others thought and that they had a chance at a normal life once the war finally came to an end.

Yet no end seemed to be insight and (Y/N) sighed as he watched a squad of his brothers falter in the training room, resulting in their failure of the simulation. It wasn’t their fault, the new training regimes and sudden deployment of other squads had put them all at edge. Even their Jedi Master failed to hide her displeasure at the decision of the chancellor, thinking the draft for new clones had been voted in far too quickly, making it hard for her to divide her attention between the clone cadets even when she had help from others.

The Commander was dressed mostly in his blacks, having decided to abandon most of his armour in his barracks in pursuit of comfort. The armour he did wear was few and scattered, mostly covering his lower half, etched with the stray colours of red, grey and white to match the appearance of his Jedi General. His hair was like most clones, black and cut into its usual generic clone haircut, yet was shaved at the sides to offer some sort of diversity. His eyes were caramel like most of the clones, as was his face. Yet his most distinctive feature was a small scar that split down the corner of his mouth from an accident he had been in during his own time as a clone cadet, something involving a knife that he had tried to take off one of his brothers when they had decided to mess around rather than look over where they had gone wrong in their own training sessions. He hardly remembered it, it was trivial and stupid, despite now being the biggest joke amongst him and a few off his closer Vod’s.

The six cadets helped each other to their feet, grumbling under their breath about how they were never going to be battle ready. The Commander shook his head, turning towards the Jedi at his side, taking in the fleeting wave of anger that flashed briefly in the iris of her eyes.

“They aren’t focus General; their mind is on the world outside of Kamino rather than on the task at hand.” (Y/n) expressed his concern.

“Indeed Commander, I think it might be time to draft a new approach to their training while we still can.” Shaak Ti replied, unable to meet the eyes of her Commander for a moment.

The Commander nodded, watching the Jedi turn on her heel and exit their overseeing platform before following close behind her. They were in sync as they walked through the halls of the Kaminoan facility, a comfortable silence setting over them while they each thought of new ways to train the clone cadets. Sadly, a human, although enhanced is still a human and (Y/n) couldn’t handle his wandering thoughts, or his wandering eyes. Sub consciously, his body had faltered for a moment to allow him to fall back enough, that he was able to admire the Togruta woman in front of him. From the way her robes wrapped around her body to the way her Lekku bounced with every movement, every step, from her grace to the hidden danger lurking under her wisdom and clarity. The Jedi master was certainly not someone who would be so easily beaten, but there was no denying her beauty and the way she had burrowed into the heart of her Commander. Ever since he laid eyes on her, he thought she had been an angel, a figment of his imagination that would disappear if he dared to blink. As he trained alongside her with his brothers, he had deemed it as a crush, a silly infatuation based on the fact that she was the only female within their vicinity. Especially one who was closer related to them in appearance than the Kaminoans were, yet over time, his heart had begun to grow fonder for her. She had taught him many things, treated him as an equal and cared more for his brothers than anyone else, a rare gem hidden among the angry seas that populated most of Kamino. A part of him hated himself for allowing himself to feel this way, for allowing him to sink into a grave of heartbreak. He was aware of the Jedi code, aware of the fact that she felt nothing for him and even if she did, she would never be able to act upon those feelings and neither would he. Despite that, here he was, taking her in as if it would be the last time that he saw her.

“Something wrong, Commander?” Her voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“No General, just conflicted.” He was quick to reply with a tone of dismissal, keeping his face void of expression in hopes she couldn’t actually pry into his mind like Jedi had been rumoured to, otherwise he would never be able to face her again.

She gave him a look, one of uncertainty, he was never usually conflicted, and she was aware of how bad he was at lying. She could see through him, yet she didn’t push him of pry further, not wanting to upset her Commander when he was clearly at fault with something in his life. So, she slowed her pace to walk beside him once again, letting him know through the force, that she was there for him even if Jedi struggled to put their emotions in to words. Neither verbally admitted their connection with one another, a deep, wordless bond that not only brought them together but continued to make them a remarkable team. They seemed to continue mindlessly wandering the corridors, no destination in mind until they began to turn a familiar corner. It was the corridor that led to the hangar near the back of the facility where no one seemed to reside, the same hangar (Y/n) had used as a cadet to get way from the harsh training and the teasing of his brothers. It was where Shaak Ti had found him many times when he had something heavy on his mind, standing with his face towards the storm that nipped at the edge of the open doors of the hangars bay, his hands clasped behind his back and his eyes glazed over with his inner turmoil. Was he so transparent that she could see the heart he tried so desperately not to wear on his sleeve, like an open book for the Jedi to browse through with a flick of her hand. A part of him was thankful for how thoughtful his General was towards him, she cared for his wellbeing as much as she cared about her own and it only made his current situation worse.

“General…. why are we here?” He asked as they stepped through the hangars open doors, the familiar rushing noise of the doors closing behind them making him feel slightly self-conscious.

“Not only is it a great place to think and make important decisions, but I am also aware that this place is a somewhat…. haven for you Commander.” The female replied with a soft voice, offering him a reassuring smile. “I sense a great disturbance within you, I think it best for you to be in a place that can help you come to terms with what troubles you.”

(Y/n) sighed heavily, coming to a stop before the open doors that faced the sea, the waves swirling in anguish before them. The water was dark and daunting, beaten by the heavy rain that fell to become a part of its mass, the wind hurtling through the waves and slamming them against the side of the facility. It always seemed to rain here on Kamino, it was rare when it didn’t, yet it was calming instead of annoying, the collective scene, sounds and smells invading his senses and willing his body to relax. For once, he didn’t know how to set himself, torn between his stance as a Commander or a more casual stance to match that of the Jedi beside him. The sound of her robes shuffling caught his attention, his head snapping to the side to watch as she discarded her robes to the side of her before lowing herself to her knees with her backside resting upon her heels and her hands placed over her thighs. He stood awkwardly for a moment, feeling as he was intruding on the General in a time when she wanted to meditate rather than be disturbed by the likes of him. His insecurities were once again silenced when she gestured for him to join her upon the cold metal of the ground beneath them, the Clone Commander mimicking her position and taking a deep breath before closing his eyes. He had never done this before; he was usually to busy and never got time to himself to just reflect upon how he felt or about the war, but he knew that Shaak Ti would bring him back to himself if he were to find himself losing focus.

At first, he focused on his breathing, taking note of when his mind began to wander. Once he noticed, he focused on that thought and began to pick it apart, seeing how each one made him feel and why. The more he dived into his own feelings, the more he began to relax, feeling a strange aura lingering around him. He was sub consciously aware of Shaak Ti sat beside him, their shoulders brushing against one another every time their chests expanded with a deep breath, the action widening their shoulders for a moment before shrinking with their exhale. In this moment, he was vulnerable, something that was so foreign to him, something that had him doubting himself and quickly reverting back to his troubled state, moving to get to his feet. As soon as he had planted his foot in an attempt to stand, a hand shot out to grab his arm and pull him to his knees. Shocked, his head turned to follow the hand to the face of the person it belonged to, staring wide eyes at the tranquil face of his General.

“Your troubles are greater than I thought.” She spoke, eyes slowly opening as she turned to face him.

Shame filled him, making him turn his head away from her in an attempt to collect himself, not wanting her to see the longing and desire that had suddenly made themselves known for the briefest of moments.

“I’m sorry.” His voice barely rose above a whisper, he had no idea how he could even begin to explain this to her, of this feeling that ate away at him every day.

“There is nothing to be sorry about, you are only human after all.”

Her reply made his eyebrows scrunch up in confusion, drawing his attention back to her. Barely had he had time to take her in before a warmth settled upon his mouth, pressing into him with uncertainty. It took his brain a moment to come to terms with what was happening, his stiff body finally finding function once again, just as Shaak Ti was pulling away from him. She had already opened her mouth to apologise, ready to tell him it was a mistake. Yet he was surging forward, placing a hand on the back of her neck to pull her towards him, slotting his mouth with hers in a kiss that was drowning with the love he felt for her. Their eyes closed as they took in the feeling of each other, lips moving in sync as they breathed in the others intoxicating presence. (Y/n) melted into her when he felt her fingers brush against his jaw as she reached her hand out to cup his face, her touch clouding his mind with desire. Once their lungs began to burn, they pulled away, resting their foreheads together while they gasped for air.

“General I…how?” He panted out, slowly pulling away to rest his gaze upon her.

“My dear (Y/n), you forget that I can sense your thoughts as well as your emotions.” She replied, a small smile stretching across her lips. “I myself needed to come to terms with this revelation…so that I could come to terms with my own.”

He tilted his head as he listened to her, a part of him was thrilled that she felt the same way, but he knew her well enough to know that her smile was forced. Even though she had admitted her feelings, he knew her mind dwelled on the commitment she had made to the Jedi order and what this anomaly of emotion could possibly cost her. If the council found out about this moment, about their feelings, it would cost Shaak Ti everything she had ever worked for. For (Y/n) the cost would be miniscule compared to that of his General, he was a clone after all, he had nothing but a name and a rank. He could be disposed of as quickly as he was created, his existence meant nothing, except to her.

“One night.” He uttered the words without hesitance, his voice soft. “I wish for only one night with you because I love you too much to take away everything that matters in your life. I could leave this hangar with a simple kiss and still serve by your side with this pain in my heart as long as you continue to strive towards your goals and keep this moment as a distant memory.”

He lifted his hand to wipe away a stray tear that escaped the corner of her eye, watching as she rested her cheek in the palm oh his hand and nuzzled into his touch. One night with her would calm his heart and mind for an eternity, forever she would remain in his life, in his memories but always just out of his reach. That he would be able to live with, as long as she could continue to live her dream as a Jedi Master and continue to train the future generation of Jedi.

Their next kiss was filled with desperation, a deep, overwhelming need to be as close to each other as physically possible. With expert hands, he began to remove the stray pieces of his armour, not wanting the harsh materiel to even put a bruise upon her skin in the events to come. Her hands joined his in the removal of his shirt, their lips parting for a fraction of a second before they were glued back together. Small fingers began tracing the scars that littered his chest as they were revealed to Shaak Ti and the small world that they had created for themselves in this abandoned hangar, her touch making the muscles jump and twitch beneath his skin. While she explored him, he once again paused the dancing of their lips to remove her top, greeted with the bareness of her chest, perked breasts unrestrained by a bra. The thought of Shaak Ti going about her day with nothing beneath her clothes had him stirring in his pants, his arousal blossoming with the thought, as well as the sight before him. Many nights he had tried to visualise the beauty of her naked being, yet it was pale in comparison to what was slowly being revealed to him. The commander shuffled forward, resting one hand on her hip and the other on her back as he slowly lowered her onto her back, her legs resting on either side of his hips.

“General…. we may get caught here.” (Y/n) muttered against her skin, his mouth littering kisses upon her exposed skin, giving her one last chance to back out.

She surprised him by flipping their positions so that she rested on top of him, her ass resting above his crotch with a pleasant amount of pressure. He stared up at her in a mix of shock and desire, letting out a small groan as she ran her nails down his chest, hips moving in slow circles against his clothed arousal.

“No time for excuses Commander, we both know that the only one who uses this hangar is you.” She purred, leaning down to take his bottom lip between her teeth before slowly pulling away, releasing him as she did.

A part of him was screaming to take control, his instincts fuelling the testosterone coursing through his veins. Yet the sight of her on top of him, in command as usual was more welcoming than he originally thought, wanting nothing more than to see her riding him. He lay, chest heaving and heart racing as she slowly got to her feet before him. She locked eyes with him as she slid off her boots, hands working back up her legs to hook her fingers into the waistband of her pants. For a brief moment, she paused, letting him stare, letting him gawk up at her before she slowly pulled the garment down her legs. Even though (Y/n) had seen this before, with the small number of women who had graced his bed, none has made it as exotic as Shaak Ti did. No one made him feel numb with lust and desire like she did, he was practically jelly in her hands.

Crawling back on top of him, her lips travelled up his body, guiding her path to his lips where she once again captured him in a passionate kiss. Her bare sex grinded against his trapped arousal, leaving a dark, soaked patch of her juices on his blacks. Finally, her hands glided down his chest as she lifted her hips, pushing down his blacks and undergarments at the same time. He lifted his own hips slightly to help her push them down, his hardened member springing free of its confinements and slapping against his abdomen. For one, stretched moment, they took each other in, taking in every inch of each other’s bodies so that they would never forget this moment. This moment where they could be together, for one single night.

As much as they wanted to take their time, it wouldn’t be long before someone came looking for the General, which gave them no time to prepare each other for what was able to happen between them. Shaak Ti wrapped her slender fingers around (Y/n)’s hard length, stroking him to complete stiffness before guiding him to her sacred heat, the head brushing her entrance. The contact made the woman shiver above him, making her falter enough for him to grab her hips and gently pull her down his manhood. Both gasped as he pushed through the warmth of her sex, walls parting around him until he was nestled against the opening of her cervix. He could feel her inner muscles fluttering around him as he stilled, the sensation overwhelming enough for him to choke on the sounds that threatened to escape him. Then a moan sizzled through the air around him and Shaak Ti slowly rotated her hips in an experimental circle, drawing a soft groan from him.

He let her lead, let her grind her hips in fleeting moments of teasing before the urgency kicked in and she began to bounce on his length. The drag of his cock against her walls was intoxicating, every time she raised her hips, he felt himself slowly leaving her. Her insides clung to hum, trying to clench around him in a failed attempt to keep him inside her, only to flutter in relief when she slammed back down onto him. He kept his hands rested on her hips, torn between guiding her and wanting to take control, wanting to just pound into her until he no longer remembered himself.

Pushing himself up, his hands now moved to clutch onto her, wrapped around her hips while she clung to his shoulders. She used him as leverage to heave herself upwards while he used her as an anchor, using his fading strength to pull her back down onto him. Shaak Ti buried her head into his shoulder, nails digging into his flesh as she wept into his neck, their combined movements slowly beginning to pick up speed. Their moment was slowly drawing to an end, he could feel it in the way she tightened around him, but he didn’t want it to end. (Y/n) wasn’t ready to let her go, wasn’t ready to go back to his brothers and pretend that nothing had happened, that he was happy just being another obedient little soldier.

In a last-minute decision, her flipped their position, so that his General was on her back with him between her knees. Her eyes were wide, her sweat sheened chest heaving with her panting breaths. He himself stared back for a moment, allowing him one second to collect himself, making sure to prolong this.

“Commander what….”

Before she had chance to finish her question, he leaned over her, one hand on her waist and the other resting on the floor beside her head as he slammed into her with one swift movement. She arched her back with a cry of pleasure, her own hands resuming their position on his shoulders so that she could ground herself by clinging to him. Their sweaty bodies glided against each other as he began thrusting in and out of her, leaning his head down to brush his lips against hers.

There, in that empty hangar, they moved against each other, following the rhythm of the crashing waves that drowned out their noises of pleasure. They breathed each other in, breath mingling together as they gasped and groaned, lips centimetres away. (Y/n) closed the gap between them as his thrusts got faster, adding more force to his driving hips as he took her in a deep kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth to taste her. She moaned into his mouth, both grateful for the kisses ability to muffle the Jedi’s vocal expressions as she neared her completion, growing louder with every passing second. The clone Commander knew he was close and moved to pull out of his General, not wanting to risk an unexplained pregnancy, unsure if Shaak Ti had an implant or not. Yet as he moved to leave her, he suddenly felt the Jedi wrap her legs around his waist, heels pressing into the small of his back to draw him in closer. Taking the unexplained action as confirmation, he continued to thrust into her, now without restraint. It didn’t take long for Shaak Ti to tighten around him, crying his name as she coated his length with her slickness, walls clamping down on him with a vice grip. He groaned, the tightness making it harder for him to move in and out of her, feeling his balls tingle and with one final thrust, buried himself as deep inside of her as physically possible as he spilled himself within her.

The two lay there panting for a moment, the clones head resting on the General’s heaving bosom, both basking in the afterglow of their orgasms. After a moment, he felt her chest flutter with a small laugh, prompting him to lift his head to look at her. He was greeted with a soft, fleeting kiss and the soft caress of her hand on his cheek. This moment would forever change things for them, maybe for the good, maybe for the bad but either way, they always had each other. Slowly, they untangled from each other, not uttering a word as clothes were gathered and pulled back on. Fear swirled around them, both afraid of ruining this, of saying something that may remind them of how at odds they were. (Y/n) looked to the side as he put the final piece of his armour in place, gaze falling upon Shaak Ti’s discarded cloak. The male walked over, bending down to take the material in his hand, legs suddenly feeling like led. He made his way over to his General and instead of offering it to her, he wrapped it around her shoulders and fixed it upon her being. The action brought them eye to eye, the female having to slightly tilt her head upwards to face him head on. As the thunder unleashed upon the roaring sea, the Jedi Master slowly leaned up and placed one final kiss at the corner of the clone commander’s mouth. He stood rooted to the spot, staring ahead even when she left his view, making her way to the hangar’s doors, leaving him to his own thoughts.

Briefly, she paused at the exit and glanced back at him, watching as he turned his head towards her with a pained expression, hidden under a forced smile. All he had asked for, was one night, one moment with her so that he knew that he wasn’t the only one that felt the connection between them. Despite knowing of their positions, despite knowing that they could never be together or do something like this again, he didn’t regret risking everything for the only happy memory he would ever have.

“General” He called out to her upon seeing her once again turn away.

“Yes Commander?” She replied, keeping her back to him.

“Do you…” He couldn’t bring himself to finish the question, feeling his throat clench as painfully as his heart did.

“I do not regret anything…. but maybe in another life, we could have been together.”

He could her the sadness in her voice as she spoke, he didn’t need a connection with the force to know that she was hurting as much as he was. He slowly walked to the hangar door, coming to stand next to her, taking a deep breath.

“Then let us live for another life.” He spoke softly, offering her a more genuine smile.

They shared one last look, one of adoration and understanding before they walked away from the hangar together. In these Kaminoan halls, they were a General and a Commander that were almost unstoppable on the battlefield. Yet in that hangar, they were two halves of one heart, wanting nothing more than to become whole. Yet no matter what the war threw at them, they would always have their one moment.

[wolffe-simp]

A Troopers Weakness (18+)

Note, this is me actually trying to write smut properly instead of the 3am rushed piece I did on wolffe but oh well, practice makes perfect.

Summary: Fives was a good soldier, he knew that, you knew that, even his brothers knew it. He could take a blast to the shoulder and soldier on but when it came to you, he always worried he wasn't good enough.

Word Count: 4,472

Warnings: Smut, teasing, flirting, clone insecurity, P in V, unprotected, mutual feelings, bit of fluff, hint at F/M/M, Rough!Fives, slight Jealous!Fives

After a long mission on Ryloth, all (y/n) wanted to do was go home, shower and collapse into her oversized bed. The sun had begun to set on Coruscant as her sip landed on bay nine, illuminating the sky in a fiery veil that promised the scolding suns return. Every muscle in her body ached, screaming at her for not given them time to take a break during the long battle that had stretched over almost endless days, forced to be overworked as the droid army pushed their organic bodies to the limit. (y/n) heaved a sigh as she exited the ship, the 212th battalion following right behind her. They were all in a merrier mood then she was and she almost envied them, right now, she just couldn't find the energy to do anything.

"Hey, Captain!"

Involuntarily, (y/n) groaned, the sound of her rank being shouted echoed in her mind, racking up a score of one million jolts of pain in one go. Yet out of the kindness of her heart, she decided to turn around to see who had called her, offering a weak smile to the clone that was walking towards her now stilled figure.

"Waxer, howdy, what can I do for you?"

"Was just wondering if you were coming to 79's with us tonight, Tup from the 501st just asked if we wanted to tag along with them since we have all been given a weeks leave." Waxer replied, his mouth set in a broad, happy smile.

One part of her wanted to say no but Waxer looked so bloody happy that her heart practically broke at the thought of rejecting the invite. She knew how close the 212th and 501st were, rather personally due to her clone boyfriend and so she was actually quite overjoyed that they all got to spend some time together without worrying about the war. Secondly, a bottle of something strong really made her body sing, that was likely to take some pain away from her aching body.

"Sure, why not, would be nice to see you guys all together again."

"Great! See you there Captain"

(Y/n) stayed a moment longer to watch Waxer go over to some of his brothers, likely to tell them the news, a little spring in his step. In her mind, she cooed at the sight like a granny would do when pinching the cheeks of her poor grand kids, she adored her friends in the 212th, they were all just so amazing. Shaking her head and laughing to herself, (y/n) made her way out of the barracks so that she could catch a speeder to her apartment, thinking about what she was going to wear out for the night. It was all she could think about on her way home, barely even hearing what the speeder driver had been asking her, how could picking an outfit be so difficult, it was only a night out with her squad. Even as she stood in front of her mirror and stripped away her dirty clothes, her eyes ran over the reflection of her own body, trying to come up with the most suited outfit for herself. She was torn between wearing the colours of her squad and wearing the colours of her boyfriends squad in hopes it caught his eye. The thought of being undressed by the eyes of her clone made heat blossom deep inside her, a blush crawling up her neck to sweep across her cheeks. She shook the thoughts from her mind, instead focusing on showering and getting ready.

Only a few hours later, (y/n) sauntered through the doors or 79's clone bar, after a long time of shifting through different outfits, she had decided on wearing an orange dress that hugged her figure, a slit beneath her bosom to show the toned and smooth skin of her torso beneath. It seemed only fitting to represent who squad by wearing their colours, even if it might upset her boyfriend, something she hoped would be far rewarding then a night out. Eyes burned into her as she made her way to the far side of the bar, making a beeline to the booths filled with the likes of the 501st and the 212th. Cody and Rex had made an appearance tonight, which would likely lead to some rather entertaining event, the two were quite a comedic duo when drunk.

"Howdy Boys~" (Y/n) greeted in a sweet tone, grabbing the attention of a few clones, including the clone who's attention she wanted the most.

She could see them do a double take before recognition flashed in their eyes, a chorus of greetings following her own. Fives gave her a single raised eyebrow look, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, torn between wanting to ask why she was wearing that dress and why she wasn't already pinned beneath him.

KIx and Tup got up from their seats to let her squeeze past them so that she could sit in Fives lap, earning a few wolf whistles from some of his brothers. As soon as she was settled in his lap, one of her arms snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest. He leaned his head forward, lips brushing against her ear, warm breath ghosting over the bared skin of her neck, sending a pleasant shiver down her spine.

"Traitor." He whispered to her, having to raise his voice only slightly to be heard over the music blaring through the room.

"To whom? You?" She hummed playfully, leaning back against him, turning her head slightly to look at him.

The deep chuckle that answered her almost made her drool, the sound rumbling deep in his chest, sending vibrations through her entire being. She bit her lip, shifting slightly in his lap. She had barely been here ten minutes and Fives was already making her want to call it a night and drag him with her back to her apartment. The cheeky bastard smirked, seemingly knowing the effect he had on her, choosing to play coy by going back to drinking and chatting with his brothers while she dealt with the confliction building within her.

(Y/n) ordered a few drinks, sipping them slowly as she chatted with a few of the other clones, chatting about how they were doing and if they had any gossip to share. As the hours started to creep into the late of night, their small band began to grow merrier, their bodies relaxed and minds carefree. So carefree that (Y'N) had ordered her next drink along with two trays shots, challenging Boil to a little game of drunk battleship.They set up the trays opposite each other, putting a small barrier between them so they couldn't see where the person had put their shots. The bartender had given them a piece of grid paper to use, so it was easier for them to play. The game had caught the attention of their squad mates and a few other clones in the bar, everyone cheering for either her or Boil, watching as they down shot after shot. With every loss, Fives would give her hip an encouraging squeeze, despite the supporting gesture, the mix of alcohol and hormones turned it into a touch that sent sparks straight to her core and made it harder to focus. Now, normally (y/n) could handle her drink but when it came to shots of pure alcohol, she found herself sinking deeply into the warming embrace of drunkenness.

"D-fwour." Boil slurred, slightly swaying in his seat.

"Not...not even close." (Y/n) giggled.

Boil whined and sloppily marked down the co ordinates he had just said, taking a moment to actually grab the pen properly as he seemed to has trouble holding it.

"if you can't handle it Boil, you are more than welcome to call a forfeit and we can negotiate your terms of surrender. C-seven." The female called, her own words starting to slur.

Boil groaned and went to grab a shot, only to have it picked up by Crys who downed it without even flinching, a smirk rising on his lips when (y/n) gasped and pointed at him.

"That's cheating!" She shouted, making a few of the clones laugh.

"Sorry Mesh'la but nothing is every fair in war." Crys retorted with a small wink.

"Ha!" Boil bellowed. "I got my brothers at my back, A-nine."

(Y/n) glared at the shot glass she needed to pick up, almost calling to forfeit because of the rule breaking when Fives arm brushed against hers. The arc trooper took the shot glass and brought it to his lips, tipping the burning liquid into his mouth before swallowing it with the most straightest face (Y/n) had seen on anyone, all while looking Crys in the eye. (Y/n)'s jaw dropped at the sight, watching his adams apple bob at the action. Not only was he lounged comfortable into the chair with his legs spread, taking up most of the room on the seat with her in his lap but his eyes were incredibly dark and unreadable. She was sure that if looks could kill, Crys would most certainly be buried six feet under.

"Yeah, nothing is fair in war." Fives repeated.

(Y/n) could tell that Fives was annoyed, looking between him and Crys, she sensed that there was a little bit of tension between them. She thought it might be because he called her beautiful but some of the others had said that before and it never seemed to bother Fives, not like it seemed to now. From her spot on his lap, she could feel him tapping his foot, a tell tail sign that he was trying to distract himself from doing something he may regret tomorrow. Turning in his lap to face him, (y/n) ran a slender finger along the length of his jaw before taking his chin between her fingers, forcing him to look at her. She smiled softly, leaning forward to lightly ghost her lips over his, feeling him shiver beneath her. One of his hands came to rest on the small of her back, urging her forward, silently begging her to kiss him properly. She hummed, looking out of the corner of her eye to make sure Crys was watching before she pressed her lips against Fives, feeling him kiss back without hesitation, their lips moving in perfect sync. Whatever was going on between Fives and Crys, she had to make a point that no matter what, she belonged to Fives and he belonged to her.

Suddenly, Fives pulled away from her and slammed down the glass he had been holding in his free hand. The noise made (y/n) and a few of the clones jump in shock, not having time to register what had happened because Fives had pushed (y/n) off his lap before getting up and dragging her along with him. The female was left speechless as her boyfriend led her through the crowds, feeling a little bad for not saying goodbye to the others.

The cold air of the night slithered over her as Fives took her outside, pausing only for a moment to take in his surroundings before leading her down an all too familiar path. He had slowed enough to let her fall into step with his pace, the hand holding hers now sliding around her lower back to hold her closely to his side. The fresh air seemed to sober her up a little, giving her enough time to gather her thoughts as they made their way to her apartment, Fives punching in the code to her door once they had arrived.

"Five, what was that about?" She asked once the door had closed behind them.

He had pulled away from her for a moment, turning his back to her in hopes that she wouldn't be able to see the emotions swirling in the depths of his eyes. He felt like such an idiot, as if he shouldn't be feeling this way, feeling like such a fool.

(Y/n) moved closer to him, sliding her hand into his, lightly tugging his hand until he turned to face her, his head hanging low in seeming defeat.

"Please love, talk to me." She whispered softly, her free hand coming up to cup his cheek.

He sighed at the touch, leaning into her hand for a moment, then turning his head to place a kiss to her palm while his own free hand came to rest over hers.

"I couldn't the stand the way he was looking at you, even when it was so clear that you were with me, I just wanted to shoot him." Fives began to explain, his eyes saddening. "My own brother and I wanted to kill him for even looking at you like that, for complimenting you and flirting with you."

"Oh Fives..." You whispered. "I'm sure Crys didn't mean it like tha..."

"But he did" Fives cut you off, that same dark look returning to his normally gentle brown eyes. "I've heard him.....heard the things he has said about you, the things he wants to do with you and it just...."

You frowned slightly, not realising that Crys had a thing for you. To be honest, you had noticed his change in attitude towards you, maybe you should have seen the signs earlier and put a stop to it. You opened your mouth to reply, only to be beaten by Fives who had more to say.

"I saw how you interacted and I....I briefly thought, maybe he was better for you. Like Rex likes to say, experience outranks everything, Maybe my lack of experience was holding you back from what you deserv..."

Now it was your turn to cut him off, pulling him down into a deep kiss, filled with the love that you felt for him. Fives never thought he was good enough, for you or the GAR but you sure as hell planned to show him that he was. This time, he was hesitant to kiss back, his mind still tormenting him with the many insecurities he had as a clone. One of your hands came to rest on his shoulder while the other snaked into the hair near the back of his neck, gripping it slightly as you urged him deeper into the kiss. He growled against your lips, taking a step forward, using the weight and momentum of his larger body to make you stagger backwards into the wall. The action made her gasp, allowing Fives to invade her mouth with his tongue. She didn't even try to battle him for dominance of the kiss, completely melting in his arms as his body pressed into hers.

He explored her body with his hands, growing annoyed with the fact that their clothes were in the way. Briefly, he pulled away from the heated kiss, eyes flashing dangerously at the sight of her kiss swollen lips before he looked down at her body. Before, he had thought she looked stunning in her dress, now, he wanted nothing more than to burn the damn thing for making him think of that arsehole. He didn't even give her any warning, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder before marching her into her bedroom, their bedroom. She squealed when he threw her down on the bed, the clone quickly straddling her waist, He grabbed the edges of the slit in her dress, staring her in the eye, watching her eyes go wide in realisation as he suddenly yanked at the material. It gave way to his strength, tearing at the middle, leaving her in nothing but her undergarments while he threw away the insulting piece of clothing.

"I actually kind of liked that dress." She pouted up at him, trying not to smile.

"Shame, you look better in blue anyway."

He wasted no time in shedding his clothes, standing for a moment to rid himself of his pants and boxers. (y/n) watched him with great interest, feeling her body vibrate with anticipation with every inch of skin that was revealed to her, practically vibrating by the time he revealed his hardened length to her. No matter how many times she saw him, she always seemed to wander how he had even managed to fit inside her, being rather large for a man. She beckoned him back to her. pulling him back down onto the bed and pushing him onto his back so she could straddle him. Slender fingers traced raised scars, feeling muscles ripple beneath her touch. She explored him as if for the first time, mapping out every line and curve of his body and burning them into her mind, reminding herself that he was not a fever dream she would wake up from. Slowly, she leaned down, lips and tongue following the paths of her fingertips, sucking bruising marks onto his tanned flesh so that he may be reminded of her love when he left her tomorrow. Fives groaned beneath her, his hips lifting to try and grind against her, wanting nothing more than to get some friction against his aching manhood. She grinned slyly, kissing her way down his body, each press of her lips becoming slower, more tantalising by the second. She wanted to draw this out, to not only tease him, but to utterly and completely worship him for as long as she could. As she got lower, she had to slide of the bed until her knees rested upon the floor, faced with the angry and leaking head of Fives cock. He leaned up on his elbows, lust blown eyes staring down at her. She kept his gaze as she leaned forward, running her tongue along his entire length, her core almost exploding with the absolute filthy noise that fell from the clones lips. Something about staring into her soul while she worked her mouth along his length had Fives spinning with ecstasy, tensing when she took him into the warm depths of mouth. She watched him collapse back onto the bed, taking him to the back of her throat before pulling away. She set a slow pace, hollowing out her cheeks as she sucked him back in, taking pride in the noises that she was drawing from him. She could tell he was trying not to buck into her, his hands had began to fist the sheets, clenching them tightly as he fought for control over his body.

"(Y/n).....kriff....mesh'la, keep doing that and I ain't going to last long." He grunted, eyes closed tightly as she swirled her tongue around the head of his length.

(Y/n) hummed around him, pulling away with a lewd popping sound. Slowly, she rose to her feet, wiping her mouth with a single finger as she straddled him once again. Fives opened his eyes to look up with her, surging upwards to grab her hips. He used the momentum to flip them, leaning over her with an wolfish grin.

"Kriff, you are so fucking amazing." He groaned, leaning down to suck a bruise onto her neck, smirking against her when he heard her whimper.

"And all yours."

He growled, hands moving beneath her back to undo her bra before he helped her out of her panties. His eyes raked hungrily over her body, wondering how he had ever be able to get a woman like her to fall in love with the likes of him.

"Say that again." He commanded, grabbing her legs and placing them over his shoulders.

"I'm yours Fives, all yours."

She had barely finished speaking when she felt his warm tongue against her sex, letting out a soft gasp. She arched into him, one hand coming to grip his hair while the other gripped the sheets. She could feel him smirk against her as he delved into her, licking and sucking, tongue toying with her clit, sending waves of pleasure rolling through her. The wetter she grew, the more determined he was, drinking her in like a downing man struggling to breathe. He released his grip on one of her legs to slide his fingers into her entrance, feeling her walls clench around them. She moaned and whimpered beneath him, the sounds reminding him of how painfully hard he was. But he wanted to see her come undone on his fingers and tongue, wanted her to feel the pleasure only he could give her. He thrust his fingers in and out of her, spreading them inside her to stretch her while he toyed with her sensitive bundle of nerves, feeling her tremble beneath him. She could feel his goatee scratching the inside of her thighs, only adding to the lust that was coursing through her entire being, knowing she was likely going to have beard burn tomorrow if he kept this up.

"F...Fives...." She moaned, barely able to get the simple word out.

She could feel herself growing closer, the coil tightening inside her, threatening to spring at any moment. She wanted to hold out, to make it last but her body was betraying her. Fives could sense she was close and sped up his movements, feeling her walls flutter around his fingers. She was soon crying his name as she reached her peak, gripping his hair tightly as she cried out his name, her entire body shaking with pleasure.

He gentle removed her legs from his shoulders, licking his lips as he moved to loom over her, his beard and mouth covered with her release. She panted beneath him, using the hand that held his hair to run her fingers through his dark locks. The fact she was petting him made him roll his eyes in a playful manner, leaning down to kiss her. This kiss was sweeter than the rest and tainted with her fluids, letting her taste herself upon his lips. Fives gave her a moment to collect herself before be moved her up the bed, helping her turn over onto her stomach.

"Do you trust me?" He whispered in her ear, placing a gentle kiss to her shoulder.

"Yes"

Fives lifted her hips, making her kneel before him before he left her side to grab his discarded shirt. He folded it as he came back to her, climbing behind her and placing it over her eyes. The makeshift blindfold was tied behind her head, taking away her sight for what was to come. She wasn't scared thought, even though they hadn't been this daring before, she trusted Fives with her life.

With baited breath she waited, trying to listen for a sign of Fives moving. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder, pushing her lower half down onto the bed. She gasped at the rough action, barely able to collect her thoughts when she felt him press against her sex. He slid between her folds, making her moan with the slide pressure of him gliding over her clit. Once, twice, he continued the action before slightly pulling his hips back, feeling himself catch at her entrance. Fives let her take in the slight pressure for a moment, keeping her lower half pinned down. With one swift movement, the clone buried himself deeply into her, both moaning at the intrusion. She clenched tightly around his length, gasping as how well he massaged her walls as he slowly began to pull out before slamming back into her.

"Kriff...so tight....so beautiful..." He groaned from behind her.

Usually, Fives was gentle with her, gave her time to adjust by going slow. But one simple thought, the image of Crys touching you had Fives practically growling as he began to slam into her. (Y/n) cried out as he pounded into her, the sound of skin slapping against skin and the squelching of his length plunging through her juices joining their mixed sounds of pleasure. Fives leaned over her, his chest pressed against her back, pinning her further against the bed as he continued to abuse her hole with the harsh snap of his hips. He buried his head in her neck, kissing and nipping at her flesh, trying to reign himself in, trying to keep himself grounded.

"P...Please...Fives...d...don't stop." (Y/n) cried into the sheets, her pleas slightly muffled.

Tears were rolling down her face, not from pain but from the sheer overpowering pleasure that was coursing through her veins. Fives had never been this rough with her, it was a new experience, one she was enjoying more than she thought she would. The sound of her please only spurred Fives one, thrusting into her with complete abandonment.

"I wish he could see this....hear you cry out my name to watch me take you, over and over and over again, to show him who you fucking belong to." Came Fives low growl.

Those simple words mixed with the feralness of his tone and actions had (y/n) tightening almost painfully around him, walls clamping down like a vice as she spiralled into a deep sense of euphoria, her whole body singing with her releases. Fives grunted, her tightness making it hard for him to move, thrusting a few more times before he spilled his seed deep inside her, vaguely thinking of what she would look like, swollen with his child. The idea brought him back to his senses, the clone panting heavily along with (y/n), both trying to calm their racing hearts. He gentle pulled himself from her as his cock softened, removing (y/n)'s blindfold. She had glazed look in her eye, staring off into space.

"(Y/n)? Mesh'la? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Fives began to ramble, scared he had gone overboard.

A small giggle answered him, her hand slipping into his and pulling him down to lay next to her. He smiled with relief, wrapping his arms around her, placing a soft kiss against her forehead. She smiled back at him, moving so she could lay her head on his chest, throwing one leg over his waist so she could comfortably cuddle into him.

"I love you Fives." She whispered.

"I love you too Mesh'la."

"Not only would I fight every droid from here to the four corners of the universe to find you, but I am so down to fucking put Crys on cleaning duty for the next month and subject him to videos of my man fucking me until I can't walk."

Fives looked down at you in shock, completely taken aback by what you said, not knowing how to reply. But the thought of sending evidence of clearly showing who you belonged to had Fives ready to go another round.

"Sounds like a plan mesh'la, why don't we start now?"

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❦ Masterlist ❦

Regular Clones:

Wolffe

↬ Heart of a wolf - Part 1 || Part 2

↬ A Clones Padawan (18+)

Cody

↬ I'll be your hero

Fives

↬ A Troopers Weakness (18+)

Rex

Jesse

Clone Collective:

↬ Sass In The Ass

Bad Batch:

Crosshair

↬ Talk Some Sense To Me - Part 1 || Part 2

Tech

Hunter

Wrecker

Echo

Jedi:

Shaak Ti

↬One Moment (18+)

Shenanigans At Dev's Tavern:

Coming soon

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Talk Some Sense To Me (Part 2)

Promised a part 2! so I hope you enjoy <3 Inspired by "I found love by Amber Run" and "Runaway by Aurora". Like I said, this will be a series with a plot, I hope you enjoy it as this had me in tears

Word Count: 3,108

Translations: Deigh meaning ice.

Warnings: Blood mention, flashbacks, fluff, pure angst, past death, past trauma, depression, bonding with some of the clone boys, Guilty!Crosshair.

Its their first mission with their new general and things take a turn for the worse when the Bad Batch walk into a trap. Separated in an icy terrain, Crosshair makes a stunning discovery about the one person he should hate.

Darkness swirled in suffocating clouds of dancing beasts, claws gripping and tearing at their victim. (Y/N) screamed, yet no sound escaped her, tears burning marking down her face as she was forced to watch her friend died over and over again before her eyes. Unable to help them now, like she was unable to back then. She tried to call to them, tried to reach out and take their hands, fingers inches apart when she was suddenly falling in the abyss.

With a gasp, the general lurched upwards from her bed into a sitting position, panting heavily as her heart hammered against her rib cage, threatening to make an escape. She was covered in sweat, tears flowing down her cheeks, curving along the length of her chin before it reached the end of its cycle and fell to its resting place upon her pillow. She sighed heavily, running a hand through her drenched hair, groaning in disgust at how soaked it was from her own sweat. She suspected everyone else would be asleep so she grabbed a towel and a change of clothes before heading to the fresher, she couldn't face the Bad Batch looking like this. Her hopes of being the only one awake was crushed when a glint blinded her from the corner of the room, making her look towards the source. Crosshair sat there with his rifle, cleaning it with extreme care, only acknowledging her presence with a brief glance and a scoff.

"Looks like the princess woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Did you forget to put your face mask on before going to sleep?" He commented, no warmth to his voice, just the cold reality of how much he disliked her.

"I don't have time for your shit Crosshair." She grimaced, rolling her eyes at his comment. "But the fact you call me princess and make rather sexist comments about be being obsessed with looks and beauty means you find me appealing."

Once again, (Y/N) left the sniper gobsmacked as she made her way into the fresher, locking the door behind her. She heard Crosshair growl in frustration before stomping his way through the ship. Right now, she couldn't care less about what he thought of her, he had no idea what she had been through this past year. The female turned on the shower, leaving it to heat up, the room filling with steam. Turning to the mirror, (Y/N) lifted her hand, wiping away the condensation to look at her features. The person looking back at her was someone she hardly recognised, just an empty husk wearing her face. She barely felt the scolding water when she ducked under the water, resting her forehead on the wall and letting it all cascade down her back. She sighed again, letting her eyes close.

"General!"

(Y/N) was overwhelmed by the sheer force of a body connecting with hers, strong arms wrapping around her waist and lifting her into the air, only to spin her in a circle before putting her down. She laughed at her Captain, warmed by the excited glint in his eyes, he was always so happy to see her.

"Hello to you too Mangle." She greeted, patting him on the shoulder.

She made her way to move past him but he stepped in her way, practically dancing on the tips of his toes, filled to the brim with overflowing excitement. (Y/N) tilted her head, raising a single eyebrow at him in question.

"Okay, what are you up to?"

Before he could say anything, the rest of her squad suddenly burst out of the creates that surrounded them, each saying the same thing.

"Happy nameday General (Y/N)!"

She never knew how they found out, but they had gone out of their way to help her re celebrate a day she had come to despise, each year they made it into a big ordeal. They made it seem worthwhile again.

It seemed her mind had been working on fumes, locking her out of her own body. She now sat in the cockpit of the Havoc Marauder, swivelling slightly in her seat as she stared out of the windows. It had taken between two to three hours for the rest of the squad to wake up and within the fourth hour, they had already jumped into hyperspace, heading to their destination.

"So, where are we heading?" Tech spoke up, breaking the silence that had taken over the ship, something that was extremely rare.

"Deigh, its a small ice covered planet that has been witnessing some separatist activity, we have been asked to check it out and report back to the republic with whatever we find." (Y/N) replied instantly, voice without emotion.

"Okay....I am going to put my winter armour on." Tech announced before leaving.

Wrecker was in the hold, exercising with some droid they had lingering around and Crosshair was still sulking in his room. Which left her with the two people here that actually tolerated her.

"What do we know so far?" Hunter asked, coming to sit in the seat in front of her.

"Apparently the enemy has been kidnapping people with.....special abilities in hopes of stealing and using these abilities by taking them to a secret facility and killing them in experiments so that they themselves can become the proud owners of these powers." She sighed, not wanting to think about the horrible things happening to innocent people because of the separatists.

"Like force wielders?" Echo questioned, digging for more information.

"Maybe, these people are what we call elementals, people with the abilities to control the environment around them based on a certain element. Apparently, they have been struggling to find a water, light, air and fire elemental."

Silence once again fell over them, the ship exiting hyperspace, drifting towards the small blue and white planet. A storm was brewing at its centre, a threat of blistering winds of biting cold and death to those that would dare invade its sacred atmosphere. Hunter took the stick, guiding the ships down onto the planet, the ships shuddering with he descent.

"Is it weird to like the cold General?"

"Not really Bait, I like the cold too but only when I'm not in it" (Y/N) chuckled, watching as bait stuck his hand out of the shelter to catch a snowflake in his hand.

He was so happy that he went to show the delicate white object to his brothers, only to be disappointing when he realised it had melted upon his palm. He huffed a little and went back to the opening of the shelter, determined to catch one and show his brothers, even if it killed him. They hadn't seen snow before, they hadn't been away from Kamino for long and were quite interested in learning about the universe.

"Why do you like the cold General? I mean, is isn't important, its just a temperature." Eagle asked after a moment.

"Well, when I am not here, I get to cuddle under blankets, eat until I feel sick and watch holonet movies. Unlike the heat, the cold brings ,e a sense of comfort." She mused with a small hum, thinking of the winters she use to have on her home planet.

Taking pity on Bait, (Y/N) joined him at the opening and scooped up some snow, rolling it in her hands to make a ball before rolling it in the snow to polish it off. Bait watched with amazement, following her back into the shelter when she took it to show the rest of her squad. They were watching her intensely, intrigued by the ball of snow, not expecting the general to smash it and throw the remains in the air. A collective "oooh" echoed between them, watching the glistening flakes dance around them. They didn't care it it clung to them or melted into their armour, they all silently agreed that they liked winter because of how beautiful and pure it was.

"I hate snow." Crosshair grumbled as the squad trudged through the snow to some co ordinates that they had managed to produce from their search.

"I couldn't agree more." Echo mumbled in agreement, feeling as if his robotic limbs were freeing up, making it harder for him to move.

"You were given the chance to stay on the ship." Hunter reminded them, shaking his head.

Thankfully their armour was insulated to keep them warm, it was Wrecker they were worried about. While they struggled, their brother was happily playing in the snow, stopping every now and then to make a few snow angels. It seemed to make (Y/N) smile a little, which made Wrecker want to do it even more, he had only seen her when she was sad and after hearing some of the stories about her from Cody, he had decided that he didn't want to see her upset anymore.

(Y/N) paused as something fluttered in front of her, tilting her head up towards the sky. A small flake of snow drifted down towards her, falling into her hand as she raised it to catch it on her palm. Her heart clenched painfully as she watched it melt against her hand, feeling like a hole had been punched through her. Slowly, she closed her hand into a fist and brought it to her heart, tilting her head down to almost hug it, wishing the flake was not alone.

"I wish you were here." She whispered softly.

She let her hand fall back to her side, vaguely aware of the eyes drilling into her, wondering. Taking a heavy sigh, she shook her head and carried on moving, wanting to get the mission over with.

The clones all shared a look, not knowing what to say, they had no idea what was wrong with he General. But they knew, Echo knew, that you were hurting and that you needed them.

You all continued for what felt like forever until you came to a large structure that was built into the side of an icy cliff. starring up at the amazing craftsmanship. Crosshair lifted his arm, bending it so he could rest his gun on the strange triangular thing he kept strapped to his arm, peering down his scope at the structure. He hummed as he scammed it over, unable to find any sign of life.

"Nothing." He huffed, as it was so obvious.

(Y/N) shook her head and took that as a sign to keep moving, heading towards the structure. She half expected them to stay put, but the sound of multiple footsteps crunching in the snow brought her a sense of relief, knowing she wasn't alone. Together, they made their way inside, scanning every hall as they went. So far, they had found nothing, moving until they came to a large room filled with tools and machinery.

"You think this is it?" Hunter called out to them.

"It has to be." Wrecker whined. "We have been walking forever!"

The room shook around them and the entire squad quickly shushed Wrecker, not trusting the stability of the structure to hold against a possibly avalanche or cave in. Wrecker huffed and followed Echo around "helping" him look for any clues while the others searched their own corners of the room. They searched for a while until (Y/N) suddenly felt a change in the air, some sort of presence that seemed familiar to her. Her eyes drifted around the room, checking in on each of the clones to make sure they were okay, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. Seeing, no, it wasn't something to see, she could feel it, the temperature rising around them. As soon as the realisation hit her, a burst of burning light went flying past her, colliding with one of the ice walls and turning a large portion of it to water, causing the structure to become unstable.

"Quick! we have to get out of here!" She shouted at the others.

She slipped as she pushed herself to run to the entrance, feeling the ground beneath her feet begin to crack and splinter. A chuck flew up from the ground, causing her to trip over the protruding chunk of ice, the impact knocking the wind from her lungs. She coughed and wheezed, scrambling to get to her feet. A hand came into her line of sight, offering her help, she took it and look at the person she should thank, not expecting it to be Crosshair.

Together they made for the only route of escape, ice falling around them, they were almost there. The others were shouting for them to hurry up but it was no use, another burst of burning light crashed into the ice close to them, knocking them backwards. They slide down the gaping hole in the ice, bodies colliding with large pieces as they descended down into the depths of the crumbling structure.

"Where is she, Clone?"

"If I knew, you'd be the last person I'd tell." Mangle snarled at his capture, struggling against the cuffs that binded him.

His capture hissed, pacing in front of him and his brothers, angered by his response. They knew the clones were stalling, they knew that the clones knew where she was but their loyalty, oh how it would be their undoing.

He cried out in pain as a sharp, searing pain cut across his cheek, the skin bubbling and boiling, not even the blood from his wounds could cool it. It built, burning deep into him until he was screaming for it to stop, begging. As quickly as it came, the pain was gone, his captors face coming into his line of vision.

"Now tell me where she is and I might spare you and your brothers."

Mangle panted heavily as he glared down his captor, his eyes looking past them. Faintly, he could make out the figure of his general, he knew she was coming to save them but he knew that his captor couldn't have her and that if they did, so many innocent lives would be lost. He then looked at his brothers, saw the fear in their eyes but as he looked into the eyes of each one, their demeanour hardened and they shook their heads. Each and everyone of them would die before they gave up their general, the one person who had treated each of them like anyone else, treated them as individuals and gave them a world worth fighting for.

"No." Mangle snapped more loudly, wanting his general to hear him. "I feel sorry for you, that you will never understand what it feels like to be a part of a loving family, that you will never know, how willing we are to die for each other."

"To chase away their fears...." Bait added.

"....to give them purpose....." Eagle continued.

"......To fight side by side without faltering, without question...." Marshal grunted, tugging at his own cuffs.

"....to protect them because you know that blood makes you related but its loyalty that makes you family." Ammit growled at the captor.

"Because united we stand, divided we fall." The squad all said together.

"As long as we live, you will never have her. We don't give up family." Mangle laughed, staring his captor down, ready for what was coming.

"How ignorant." The captor hissed, raising their hand.

(Y/N) dropped down behind the rocks that hid her, tears streaming down her face as a bright red light filled the night, the screams of her squad echoing around her, tearing at her heart until they feel silent for the last time.

"Wake up!" A low voice hissed at her, a hand pushing at her shoulder to shake her back into consciousness.

(Y/N) coughed, eyes slowly blinking open, vision blurred and unfocused. A vague shape was in front of her, coming into focus the longer she kept her eyes open until she was staring at the Crosshairs face.

"Finally, now get up, we have to get out of here."

"Where exactly is here?" She asked, coughing again.

"In a giant hole of ice." He replied sarcastically, pacing around, trying to find a way out.

(Y/N) staggered to her feet, void of any emotion as she stared at the ground. The presence had been the same one she had felt on the night of her squads death, she should have know, should have sensed it earlier and got them out of there. Now history was repeating and she was going to lose her squad again.

"I should have been there, I should have done something." She mumbled.

"What the kriff are you on about?"

"I should have saved my squad, I was right there, I should have at least tried to save them but they knew, they knew before I did that even if I showed myself, I would be taken alive and they would have still died." She ranted, voice cracking as she choked back tears.

Crosshair stopped to look at her, his face and expression hidden by his helmet.

"Mangle told me, told me not to try and be a hero, so I could live, so I could learn. So I could save other elementals from being taken and their abilities turned into weapons. How can I save them if I can't even save my own fucking family? Sure, they were clones......but.....they were my clones. Whoever that was, killed my boys, now they want to kill you too, just because you are around me"

(Y/N)'s head fell in defeat, a single tear falling from her eyes, turning into a drop of ice before it hit the ground. The sound of footsteps echoed as Crosshair came towards her, placing both hands on her shoulder, sniper on his back. Echo had been right when he confronted the squad about the general, she was dealing with a pain that could cripple even the strongest of men. Crosshair couldn't even imagine what it would be like to lose his brothers and he almost felt guilty for being so harsh on her.

"They had faith in you, maybe you should have faith in yourself. Don't let their deaths be in vain."

"Pfft, who would have thought you would be talking some sense into me." She tried to joke lightly, earning a smile from the sniper, even if she couldn't see it.

"Don't let it go to your head."

She pulled away from him, scanning the area for a way out, seeing no clear way to go. Then she felt a gust of wind, the current making her hair ripple around her, guiding her eyes to a dark patch of ice. The dark pigment was from what looked to be stone hidden beneath it, leading off in one direction. She grabbed the flashlight from her armour, shining it over the gap.

"Hey, I think I found a way out."

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Heart Of A Wolf (Part 2)

Thought I'd grace you with part 2, I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2,876

Warnings: Trigger warning acts of suicide, possible harassment, blood mention, Wolffe is conflicted, some Wolffe and Plo Koon cuteness, angst, fluff, Protective!Wolffe

The daughter of Plo Koon has made herself at home at the Jedi Temple, yet a threat still lingers on the horizon. While protecting his generals ward, Commander Wolffe has developed conflicting feelings and comes to realise he has to protect the keeper of his own heart from even his own brothers and herself.

You had no idea how long time had been moving away from you, days fading into each other until you could no longer keep track of when it was night or day. You spent most of your days under the watchful eyes of Commander Wolffe, who had become a strong, supporting pillar of strength and guidance in your time of need. The clone was quite easily annoyed by anything that wasn't his own pack and he was never afraid of showing it, he took no shit from anyone and that had become something that you admired about him. He took his duties very seriously, his main one being to protect you at all costs, a commander from his general that had now become second nature to him that it no longer felt like a command. No, it was a request, a test of trust his general had for him and no a test of his own heart. Before you came, the barracks, the Jedi Temple, even the streets of Coruscant has been dull and boring. Then you appeared and the world seemed so much brighter, the universe so much bigger than it had been before. You brought a sense of joy to Wolffe's life and the more time he spent with you, the more he found himself longing to be in your company, the more he began to question how he had managed to survive without you. He knew he shouldn't be feeling this way about you, it was wrong, you were the daughter to someone he saw as a father, someone who had trusted him to take care of you and yet he couldn't help the way his heart skipped whenever he saw you smile at him like he was the only man in the world. Every night, he found himself waking up outside your room, unable to sleep in his own bed without making sure you were safe. Sometimes, you would let him stay inside the room, offering him your sofa so he was more comfortable. That way, he would be able to protect you more easily and he would be comfortable. You had been spending more time with your father too, who had recently brought you a wolf necklace and a few pieces of armour with the wolfpack colours to induct you into the pack. You had grown as close to your father as you have Wolffe and the rest of the pack, they were your family now and you couldn't ask for a better one.

You giggled and clicked your fingers in front of Wolffe's face, causing him to snap out of his own thoughts. The confused expression of his face only made you giggle more, the sound causing the clone to roll his eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Coruscant to Commander Wolffe, my father wants to see you in the boring room." You told him, pouting a little.

"You only think the War room is boring because you aren't included in the briefs." Wolffe chuckled, side stepping you to make his way past you.

"I could be included if you and dad trained me." You suggested, following him with a skip in your step.

There went his heart again, the fact you trusted him so openly warmed his entire being, he knew you would made a great fighter like Plo Koon but even he couldn't stand the thought of losing you to the war. These past few weeks really had made Wolffe into a different man.

"Wolffe." Your voice had lowered to a soft tone, placing your hand on his arm to stop and making hims look at you.

He turned, tilting his head down slightly to gaze into your eyes. He could still see the pain lingering there, hidden and haunting. He wanted to take it away, so you would always be happy, like you always were with him.

"I want to help Wolffe, it felt like I had been searching forever to find my dad, to find you and the pack, to find the Jedi and all your brothers. Through war, greed and sorrow, I found my way here. You all protected me, gave me a reason to fight, now I want to make sure I don't lose you."

Wolffe frowned, taking a small step towards you, a large, warm hand coming to cup your cheek. You leaned into his touch, eyes sliding close when you felt his forehead against yours, understanding the affection of this Mandalorian gesture. For a moment, it was just you two, here among the universe, together.

"Understand....we can't lose you either." Wolffe whispered softly, a strain in his voice, the very thought broke his entire being.

Reluctantly, he pulled away from you, taking a deep breath. He needed to get to the meeting, otherwise he would be in trouble, he had to be there. He opened his mouth to say so but you cut him off with the wave of your hand and smiled at him before gesturing for him to go. No words were needed between you right now, you didn't want to keep him. In fact, recently, you had been feeling guilty about how much time he gave to you, time he should have been giving to the pack and the war. Yet all those wasted seconds had been for you and you had no way of ever repaying him. Whats worse is that in that time, you had fallen head over heels with the commander, even though you knew you shouldn't. You wanted so badly to tell him in case he never came home to you but something, something dark lingered deep inside you and it scared you. Hurting Wolffe was the last thing you wanted to do so you hoped these feelings would pass and distancing yourself would keep him safe.

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The meeting seemed to go on forever and Wolffe's eyes hurt from how many times he had rolled them at this stupid map reader, who thought of themselves as a tactical expert. By the end of it, he just wanted to march to the 104th barracks and drag his men to 79's for a well earned drink. It had been a while since they had all spent some time together while they had some time off and he had even began to miss the antics of Sinker and Boost who had been pestering him quite recently on his feelings about you. He just brushed them off and ignored them, he was certain you did not feel the same way and he couldn't betray Plo Koon like that, his job was to protect you. Another sigh fell from his lips and Wolffe felt his whole body droop, as if he had been turned to slime.

"Something on your mind Commander?" The voice of Plo Koon invaded his senses, causing him to straighten quickly.

"N...no Sir." He answered quickly.

Plo Koon shook his head and placed a comforting hand on the Commanders shoulder, he as far from blind. Recently, he had noticed the change in his Clone Commanders attitude and behaviour, even noticed how happier you were with Wolffe by your side.

"Wolffe....you cannot lie to a Jedi." Plo joked softly, voice filled with absolute affection for the clone.

"I know General." Wolffe sighed, lifting his head to look at his general, noticing they were now alone in the war room.

"Is it about (Y/N)"

"Yes sir....I....I don't know how to explain it. I know I shouldn't feel like this but when I am with her....it feels like the sun shining down upon an eternal winter, bringing light back into the darkness." Wolffe blurted out, voice strained by how conflicted he was.

Plo Koon could feel the turmoil inside his Commander, noticed the pain he felt because of his conflict with his feeling but most of all, he felt the love Wolffe had for his daughter and the Jedi Master felt nothing but pure joy.

"My dear Wolffe, you are in love, it is something many of us have felt at sometime or another. As a Jedi, I would say to try and bury these feelings." Plo Koon began, seeing the defeat in Wolffe's eyes, quickly continuing. "But as your General and as a father, I would say, there is no one else I would trust with the heart of my daughter and there is no one else, I would wish to hopefully call my son."

Wolffe stared at Plo Koon, tears forming in his eyes, followed by a small sob. The Jedi pulled clone into a tight embrace, letting his commander know that no matter what, he would always be here for him. That the trust he had for Wolffe was apart of a bond so deep, nothing would be able to break it.

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You were sat at 79's with Sinker, Boost, Comet and Warthog, apparently Sinker had got a message from Wolffe to say that they should go to 79's and had invited you along in hope that you and Wolffe would admit your undying love for one another. The first rough of drinks went down slowly, your eyes constantly drifting towards the doors, waiting for your favourite Commander to walk though them at any minute. Yet you had somehow finished your 5th drink and still, there was no sign of Wolffe anywhere. Your heart deflated a little, thinking he had forgotten or had heard you were here and decided he didn't want to come after all. Warthog noticed your chance in behaviour and nudged you lightly until it got a smile from you, even when it did, the smile was brief and fleeting. Yet the clone was not defeated and got up from the table, tapping you on the shoulder.

"Wanna help me get the next round? you can pick this time." He offered with a huge, goofy smile,

"Sure."

You smiled back and got up, following him to the bar. You weren't much of a drink, so you weren't exactly sure on what you should get. You ended up choosing a mixture between a pink liquid and a gold liquid, to which Warthog had made a positive noise, which made you confident about your choice. Even if Wolffe wasn't here, all seemed to be going well and you were having fun, until someone brushed up against you and leaned against the bar.

"Whats someone as beautiful as you doing in a place like this?" They practically purred.

It may have been a hit with other women, yet with you, it just made a cold shiver run down your spine and make your stomach churn. What made it worse was how familiar the voice was, you heard that voice everyday. You offered them a quick glance, you were correct on him being a clone, one you had never met before. He had white bleached hair and from his armour, you could tell he was a commander.

"Drinking with friends." You replied simply, hoping to end the conversation rather quickly so you could wait for your drinks in peace.

"So am I, maybe we could mingle, get to know each other." He smirked at her, not realising his failed attempt at flirting.

"No thank you, we were leaving soon anyway." You lied, turning to walk back to the table and leave Warthog to get the drinks.

You had barely made it a single step when you felt a hand wrap around your wrist, tightening almost threateningly and pulling you back towards the Commander. Clearly the clone didn't like being told no and it was plain to see in the blown pupils of his eyes. You let out a little yelp when he pulled you flush against him, his face close to yours and instinctively lurched forward as you lifted your connected hands biting deeply into the flesh of his hand. He let out a yell of pain, releasing you and yanking his arm away from you. The fury only grew in his eyes and he turned on you like a rabid Gundark, making to hit you. Warthog had noticed what had happened and quickly stood in front of you to intercept the other clones advancement but he hadn't been the only one to notice. Not only had his brothers rushed to the bar to defend you but when the clone had gone to hit you, a hand had shot out to catch it. All eyes turned to the culprit of the act, seeing a almost snarling Wolffe glaring the other clone down. It seemed like everyone had been holding their breath, waiting to see what happened next because, before anyone could say anything, Wolffe has reared back his hand and curled it into a fist before punching the clone in the face. The clone stumbled backwards, ready to fight but upon seeing all of the wolfpack getting into their fighting stances, he thought against it. So he started to back away, only to have Wolffe grab him by the front of his armour.

"Now listen very carefully Bacara, if you ever touch her again. I. Will. Kill. You." He growled lowly, so only the other Commander could hear.

Bacara wanted to say something but there was a cold anger swirling in the pits of his brothers eyes that made him tremble in the other clones grasp. So he nodded, making a quick get away when he was released.

Wolffe watch him go, making sure he left before turning back towards his pack, ready to scold them for letting that kriffing bantha fodder even touch you when he noticed that you were no longer there. All anger dispersed from him, suddenly replace with irrational fear, what if you had been taken or ran away out of fear.

"Wheres (Y/N)?" He asked his brothers, the panic evident in his tone.

They too began to look for you, not having noticed you leave, now beginning to panic themselves. Before any of them could overload themselves with worry, Rex walked into the club and made his way over to them, sighing softly.

"If you are looking for (Y/N), Cody took her back to the barracks, we both got worried when she started to hyperventilate." He explained to them, trying to calm them.

Wolffe heaved a sigh of relief and patted Rex on the shoulder, taking deep breaths to calm himself.

"Thank you."

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Wolffe rushed back to the barracks to find you, to make sure you were okay, to make sure you were safe. When he couldn't find you in the medical level of the barracks, he searched relentlessly for Cody, needing to know where you were. Once Cody told him you were in your room, Wolffe wasted no time to get to you. He didn't care if his brothers saw him running through the halls with questioning looks, he had to get to you, something inside him screaming at him to hurry.

When he got to your room, he punched in the code for your door, opening with the familiar mechanical hiss. He was panting as he entered the room, surveying the room in search of you, yet there was no sign of your presence. Turning to leave, he suddenly heard a muffled sob, head turning towards the fresher, seeing a light creeping out from under the closed door. He made his way to the door, knocking heavily on it.

"(Y/N)?" He called softly.

He was answered with another sob, his heart clenching tightly. He tried the door, only to be denied access, a new panic beginning to set in. The worse came to mine and he knocked the door with more force, trying to get it open.

"(Y/N) please, open the door, I'm here." He shouted. "I'm here Mesh'la."

He was ready to run to General Plo and use his lightsaber to cut open the door when the lock suddenly demagnetised. He was quick to open the door, his heart and stomach dropping at the sigh in front of him.

You sat, huddled on the floor, holding your bleeding wrist with an iron grip. A knife left discarded to your right, tears streaming freely down your cheeks, mixing with the blood around your face from where you bit Bacara. Wolffe fell to his knees in front of you, wrenching your hand from our wrist, examining the damage you had caused yourself, tears forming in his eyes.

"Wolffe....there's something inside me....I have to get it out, I'm scared." You whimpered, chocking on your words.

"Shhh, its okay, the cuts are shallow, you'll be okay." He whispered, pulling you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you, not wanting to let you go.

"I'm a monster....I bit that clone, I wanted to do worse, something was telling me to. Its there, lingering under my skin. What...what if I am cursed like my mother?" You continued to sob. "What if I hurt you next? Wolffe, I can't lose you."

"You won't, I promise. We will get through this."

Wolffe pulled you closer, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. No matter what, he would never leave your side again. What ever was happening, you would get through this together.

The Commander was so focused on you, that he failed to see the fleeting figure that had been watching you, an evil smirk etched onto their face.

[wolffe-simp]

Talk Some Sense To Me (Part 1)

The Bad Batch are left to babysit an outsider when the Jedi agree that Clone Force 99 need to have an eye kept on them at all times, but something isn't quite right with them and they catch the eye of a certain sniper.

Word Count: 2364

Warnings: Mentions of past trauma, Crosshair is an ass like always, teachable lessons for the boys.

I am hoping to turn this into a small series along with "Heart Of a Wolf" which will be getting a part 2 soon.

There were those that followed the order of the universe to ensure the balance of life, then there was clone force 99, a team of defected clones who spit on the orders given to them so that they could follow their own style. It had always been them, brothers, until the end of the line. That was how they liked it, they lived in their own little world among the war, being who they wanted to be in this world without a care. That was until the Jedi council made the ultimate decision to assign them to a general that would possibly put the clones in their place and stop them from causing as much havoc as they usually did. Hunter had to be the one to break the news to his brothers, expecting the angered voices of most of them, they had never had some outsider keeping them in check like misbehaving children. Echo was the only one that had been okay with the concept, not that he didn't understand why his brothers were upset, but because he had been a reg before all this and was use to serving under a Jedi general. "Just what we need, some Kriffing idiot who is probably so far up on their high horse that they couldn't care less about what happens to us." Crosshair fumed, angrily swirling his toothpick around his mouth. "For once, I agree, its likely we have been put under the command of a very irrational diplomat." Tech called out from under the Havoc cockpit, fixing a few bits of damage that had been made on their last mission. "I think we shouldn't jump to conclusions before we meet them." Echo argued, trying to talk some sense into his team. "Echo is right, we cannot judge them before we meet the, we aren't like the regs." Hunter added his input. "Yeah, Echo has a point." Wrecker mumbled, even though he himself had been against the idea only moments ago. Crosshair ripped his toothpick from his mouth and tossed it away with a flick of his fingers before crossing his arms over his chest and looking away, grumbling under his breath. "You know, not everyone was on board with this decision." A new voice suddenly piped up from behind Hunter, causing them all to turn towards the source. Standing there was who they suspected to be their new general, but the female could have easily been mistaken as a worker or a possibly senator. She definitely didn't look like she belonged on a military base, a girl like this belonged to more than all this, she seemed far too pure and far to young to have the position she had among the ranks. "I was quite against it, not because I don't like you or anything, I mean I don't personally know you but I understand that you value the freedom you had and that you don't want that taken from you and.....I'm just gonna be quiet now." She cut off her rambling as she noticed them staring at her, a mix of angry, deadpanned or confused faces just watching her. "Well....its nice to meet you General, I'm Hunter and these are my brothers, Echo, Tech, Crosshair and Wrecker." The Sargent spoke, pointing to each of his teammates in turn so that the General would be able to tell them apart. "Nice to meet you all, you can just call me (Y/N)." The female couldn't meet their eyes, which was unusual behaviour for someone of her status, normally a general was confident and sure, looking them in the eyes and commanding respect. Yet here she was, acting as if she was a soldier being scolded by her commanding officer. "We are sorry you had to hear all that, if you'd like, I can show you to your bunk." Echo was quick to offer, sensing a tension building in the air, the clone could already see Crosshairs lips twitching with the desperate need to make a rather vile comment towards the general. "Don't worry, I've had worse...." She replied, her lips falling into a small frown. Echo offered her a comforting smile and led her inside the Maurader, showing her to the back of the ship where a makeshift bed had been made. It wasn't much as the ship hardly accommodated the clones, yet they had somehow made it work by thinking outside of the box, some even had to share rooms to ensure their was enough space on the ship for the

important things. (Y/N) didn't mind how bare and small it was though, the fact they had the faintest decency to build a place for her to stay was enough, even if the thought was mingled with the question of how easily they could get rid of her. She put her bag down in on of the corners. humming as she scanned the room, a simple room for a simple person. "Bit of paint and it will look like a palace." She joked, earning a small chuckle from Echo. "I am glad you like it." He said before nodding his head in farewell and leaving to go and help Tech on those repairs. Once alone, (Y/N) sighed heavily and placed her head in a hand while the other wrapped around her waist. She was far from ready for this, she had barely recovered from her previous mission, which had been an absolute failure and resulted in the death of her entire squad along with her capture. What were the Jedi council thinking? She had barely come to terms with everything and now they were throwing her back into the deep end and hoping she could move on like nothing has every happened. Her dreams were haunted by the loss of the clones she had come to call friends and here she was, expected to just blindly lead another clone squad, a squad who didn't even want her. For hours, she stayed in her room, lost in her own torturous thoughts. Even when Tech had fixed the ship, even when they had all come back onboard to do their chores, she had not made another appearance. At some point, Hunter had passed by her room, skidding to a stop when he head a small, pained sob. Out of curiosity, he wanted to check in and make sure she was okay. But then again, she probably didn't want to be comforted by someone she hardly knew. He had no idea why she was upset, a part of him suspected it was because of what had been said earlier. He sighed and joined his team in the main living area, keeping this to himself, he didn't want Crosshair using this as fuel to get rid of the general. After a while, he pulled Tech to the side, speaking in hushed voices. "Hey Tech, can you do me a favour?" "Depends." "I need you to find everything you can on the General." Tech have Hunter a confused look, mulling it over in his head before nodding. It seemed quite logical to look into their General, after all, they needed to know if she could be trusted. (Y/N) didn't emerge until it was time for dinner, she had washed her face of evidence, not wanting the clones to see her weakness. She couldn't be weak in front of them, especially because of how much they hated her, it would just give them a reason to dislike her even more. No clone squad wanted to be led by a general who cried at the most trivial things, even if those things weren't so trivial to her. She leaned against the doorway to the main living area, catching the eyes of Hunter and Echo, offering them each a smile that barely touched her eyes. They seemed to be the only ones who tolerated her and that was enough for her right now. "Finally, the princess has graced us with her presence." Crosshair sneered from his spot on the bench, regarding her with disgust. "Guess that makes you a peasant." She retorted with a small roll of her eyes. "Means you won't be able to eat with us higher ups." Her comment made the others chuckle a little, watching as Crosshair tightened his jaw in anger. But (Y/N) just ignored him, sensing another comment lingering on the lip of his tongue. "Tomorrow, we have been requested to make our way to a small backwater planet to scout some separatist activity." She spoke calmly, looking at the rest of the squad. "Right now, I want you to all to eat and rest up, I was just on my way to the mess hall if you'd all like to join me." "Ah Yeah! I'm starving!" Wrecker cheered, his face lighting up at the mention of food. "I think we all are." Hunter scoffed, smiling affectionately at his brothers childishness. "I think a team dinner would be a good idea, lead the way General." (Y/N) nodded and made her way off the ship, followed by her team, including a moody Crosshair. As they made their way to the mess hall, (Y/N)

made small talk with Wrecker and Echo, listening to a few stories they had to share about their previous missions. At one point, Wrecker tried to tell her about how Crosshair and Hunter had been tricked by some Twi'leks that worked for the Hutts but was quickly shushed by the sniper who was clearly embarrassed by the story. Even when they had got their food and sat on one of the far table in the corner, Wrecker was still more than happy to boast about his brothers, even when he was stuffing his mouth with food. (Y/N) laughed and shook her head, slowly picking at her own food, barely able to eat anything. Then came a question that had her whole body tensing, her mind reeling with memories of a time she wished she could go back and change. "So General, what about you? What kind of adventures have you had?" Tech had asked, his question innocent and simple, he simply wanted to get to know the person he was going to work with. "Shopping trips and pedicures don't count as adventures, Tech." Crosshair scoffed, focused mostly on his food. (Y/N) stared down at her tray of food, feeling her heart clench painfully in her chest. Her fingers tingled, remembering when her captain had held her hand as the light faded from his eyes, telling her it wasn't her fault. The night before, he had held her hand like that, only this time it as because he was afraid to wake up back on Kamino as if his life held no meaning whatsoever. Her squad had usually slept in positions where at least one part of their body touched hers, they were so close that they had always been afraid of waking up and losing the others. It was still hard to think that she had lost them all in the same day, unable to save them from enemy hands, she was suppose to protect them. She didn't realise she was struggling to breath until she felt a hand rest on her shoulder, making her jump back to reality, trying to calm her racing heart. She turned her head to look at the person, only to come face to face with a familiar clone, the one who had been there for her even in her darkest times. "Cody...." She breathed in relief, reaching up a hand to rest it over his. "General." He greeted with a smile, taking his hand away as he sat next to her with his own tray of food, silently offering her a supporting force so she didn't become overwhelmed by her own thoughts. "To answer your question Tech, the General has had many adventures. You should have seen the time she kicked a droid head across the battlefield and knocked the tactical off of its tank. I've never seen General Kenobi laugh so much at such a daft thing but (Y/N) sure has quite a temper for someone so small." Cody laughed, recalling a moment he had spent with (Y/N) during her time in the GAR, they had many memories together, both good and bad. Right now, he knew she needed to be reminded of the good times. Cody was more than happy to chat with Clone force 99, even happier to take their attention off of (Y/N) for now. Sadly, they was no mistaking that they noticed how she acted when Tech asked about her adventures in the field, there seemed to be something about their General that she was keeping from them. Usually, they wouldn't pry into such matters but if it endangered their brothers then they had to find out what she was keeping from them. (Y/N) was staring at her tray, hardly listening to Cody when something smooth and cool landed on one of her hands. She slowly lifted her head, seeing the smiling face of Echo looking at her, his metal hand covering hers. She stared at it for a moment, slowly turning her hand over so it was in her palm, slender fingers wrapping around it. She knew she wasn't alone in the darkness that clouded her mind and somehow, she knew that Echo understood her. He had known the pain he could see in her eyes and he hoped that he and his brothers could help bring back whatever spark she had once had, exactly like the Bad Batch had done for him.

This is just a set up to the story, I hope you like it. Been a bit too busy for writing but I am slowly getting back into it. I am also, trying and failing at drawing a concept for Plo Koon's daughter for "Heart of a Wolf"

[wolffe-simp]

Fives: Cody, bet you 20 credits you can't break his nose

Proceeding to Cody trying to break into the medbay to punch Qui-Gon because he don't give a damn about the credits, his Obi-wan is upset because of this asshat.

okay currently very consumed with the idea of an au where Qui-Gon comes back during the last few months of the clone wars… only he has no memories, is stuck on an outer rim planet, and is just wandering around trying to figure out who he is. Cue Ahsoka, who left the Order three weeks ago and ran as far away from Coruscant as she could (but now doesn’t know what to do and is contemplating going back), running into Qui-Gon.

Being Ahsoka, she spots some kind of shady business going down and tries to interfere. Being Qui-Gon, he tries to get them out of it, which works for approximately three minutes, and then they have to run.

“You know,” Ahsoka says, once they’ve found a good tree to hide in, too tall to be climbed by any humans not using the Force, “I didn’t expect to meet a Jedi out here.”

Qui-Gon blinks. “What’s a Jedi?”

[wolffe-simp]

Howdy loves! I have a few ideas for some funny clone drabbles and will try and get them out soon. But please bear with me, I will be starting work soon so may have less time. ❤️

[wolffe-simp]

A Sass in the Ass (Fluff?)

Note: I honestly had so much fun writing this, despite a cat in my lap so enjoy!

Warnings: Sass Overload, Sass-off, damn Wolffe roll those eyes harder, just a bunch of clones being kids, just a bunch of kids being clones, (Y/N) about to throw hands, Chaotic!Clones, few swears

(Y/N), Fives, Tup and Echo decide to wake up on the sass train and cause a little mayhem on base, what could possibly go wrong?

To most people, everyday is just another day, yesterday was then, now was today and tomorrow is just lurking around the corner. Nothing was special about time when it came to the lives of normal people, they just lived life as they usually did, in the safe, protective shadow of the Republic army. They lived without the knowledge that they were in fact, relying on a bunch of bloody children in mens' bodies. As they lived their normal lives, somewhere among the towering building of Coruscant, lay the clone barracks, a place that seemed quite from the outside until....you walk through its front doors.

"Get back here!"

"Who ate my kriffing yogurt?!"

"Ew, she licked me."

Chaos erupted in the mess hall, many voices overlapping each other, each sentence as chaotic as the last and in the midst of it all was a certain commander who quite frankly, was so done with everyone at this kriffing table. Cody stabbed at his food while Tup wrestled with (Y/N) who was trying to lick the tear tattoo from his face after he said "pfft, you wouldn't lick me." to which proceeded to the female proving otherwise.

Fives was ranting and raging about his toffee yogurt going missing which (Y/N) had brought him from her homeworld, which Dogma had snuck under the table and was currently eating. All while Waxer and Boil chased Kix around the hall, trying to stop him from killing Echo over a joke about people paying electricity bills and life support to which the 501st medic flew into a rage but Cody wasn't entirely sure what had been said. So he just blankly stared at his troopers chasing Kix, chasing Echo, wondering when he would have to stop babysitting them all. He wanted to just walk away, take his food to his room and scream into his helmet but he knew he couldn't leave them unattended, because General (Y/N) was far from capable of being the "adult".

"Ack! Gross! That was my ear!" Tup suddenly shrieked.

(Y/N) jumped away from him, spitting, gagging and making dying noises as her fingers clawed at her tongue. It seemed that the general and Tup had been wrestling sloppily enough for the female to accidentally lick the inside of the arch troopers ear. The sight, almost made Cody crack, almost.

"Why did you move your head? Ew, it tastes so bad, Tup you are definitely not a yummy boy." (Y/N) cried dramatically, causing Fives to stop his ranting about his yogurt.

"Exqueeze me?!" Fives squealed dramatically, putting a hand on his hip and clicking the fingers of his other hand while his voice went up and octave or five. "I don't know who you think you are but my vod is scumdidilyumptious, you harpy."

"Harpy! That's not what yo donor was saying to me last night."

"Bish, that man is dead, Windu went all Queen of Hearts on his ass and said OFF WITH HIS HEAD."

"Damn, must have just been one of your hotter brothers."

Just as Cody was about to slam his head on the table, a tray of food was suddenly slammed down in front of him, causing the commander to lift his head. At the sight of Wolffe's face, he couldn't have been happier, maybe with the other commander here, things will start to calm down. Wolffe was joined by his troopers as well, Sinker, Boost, Comet and Warthog. The pack was well known for their composure effectiveness and sometimes their.....PHUT!.....explosive anger.

Warthog had barely sat down when an empty yogurt pot came flying at his head, hitting him square in the head. His head snapped in the direction of a now terrified Dogma, the two staring one another down until Warthog suddenly sprung from his seat, chasing a now screaming Dogma from the mess hall, followed by Fives who had now found the culprit to the yogurt theft.

"Wolffe, I beg you, save me." Cody pleaded to his fellow commander.

Wolffe chuckled deeply, stabbing a piece of leathery meat with his fork and shoving it in his mouth. Deep down, he was highly amused by the situation, he and his vods had been watching the chaos from the lunch line, wanting to come and watch Cody suffer under the weight of the chaos.

"Sorry Cody, this just isn't my area of expertise." The 104th Commander apologised with fake sympathy, swallowing his mouthful.

"No, his area of expertise is ending up in general (Y/N)'s quarters." Sinker snickered from next to Boost.

Wolffe groaned and rolled his eyes as Sinker and Boost laughed, thinking of all the ways he could punish them for making that comment.

"Wait, (Y/N) and Wolffe?" Echo panted out, coming to a skidding stop, holding his side from a stitch. "pfft, would never have guessed...."

Before he could say anymore, he was suddenly tackled to the ground by Kix, the action surprising Waxer and Boil to the point where they tripped over the now wrestling 501st troopers, creating a clone dog pile.

"No idea where you are getting your information Sinker but Wolffe isn't my type." (Y/N) huffed from her spot, having recovered from her recent accident with Tup.

"Funny, that's not what you were screaming last night." Wolffe retaliated with a wolfish grin, amber eyes glinting with a mischievous look.

Cody choked on his food, Tup fell off his seat out of shock, laughing along with Sinker and boost who were in absolute hysterics while Comet just looked on in confusion, clearly oblivious to the conversation because of how focused he had been on his food.

"Funny, you were on the bottom, acting like a puppy getting all the love and attention he had been begging for hours to get." (Y/N) Sassed.

"Your such a pain in the ass." Wolffe grumbled, rolling his eyes again.

"No, I'm a sass in the ass."

"Dank Farrik! Can a man not eat in peace?! Can you all just shut up....for two...kriffing minutes." Cody exploded, finally having enough.

"By the sith Cody! You trying to throw hands? you don't have to be so rude about it, you could have asked us to stop." (Y/N) exclaimed.

And that was how Rex walked into the Mess hall to the most blinding sight, mashed potato straight to the face. The captain groaned and wiped the sloppy mess from his face, eyes going wide at the scene in front of him. Kix and Echo were wrestling on the floor, Waxer and Boil trying to pull them apart. Tup, Wolffe, Comet, Sinker, Boost and (Y/N) were all behind upturned tables, using them as cover as food was thrown their way, also throwing food from their positions. Dogma ran in front of him, still screaming as Warthog gained on him, shouting profanities. Jessie, who had been accompanying him, walked in after him and laughed at the scene before deciding he wanted a piece of the action before they were all caught and punished. But what shocked him the most, was seeing Cody standing in the middle of the madness on one of the tables, letting out war cries as he flung food left and right. Most of the other clones in the hall were either taking cover or retreating. Taking inspiration from them, Rex decided to slowly back out of the room and turn tail, pretending that he hadn't seen it, he was so not putting up with this shit today.

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~Appreciation Post ~

I have only just started writing here but I want to thank everyone who have so far, read, liked and shared my work. You are all amazing and I'm happy that you like what I write.

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A Clones Padawan (18+)

Another 3am piece of work

Pairing: Reader x Wolffe

Warnings: Smut, established relationship, creeping around, marking, Dom!Wolffe, V in P, unprotected, Wolffe wanting to be a baby maker, Jealous!Wolffe

Wolffe can't control himself when someone tries to flirt with his Padawan.

The music seeped into the body of the female as she danced to the beat, her very being trembling with the vibration of the speakers. While her skills for graceful movements were usually used in lightsaber training with her master and other Jedi, (Y/N) enjoyed the rare moments where she got to dance and let go, to be herself in one single moment.

After many weeks spent on the battlefield, the Padawan of Plo Koon just wanted to enjoy a night out with her clones. Sinker and Boost had "persuaded" her to tag along, telling her that the whole squad, including Commander Wolffe were going to be there. The thought of her Commander, her secret clone boyfriend, giving into the pestering of his brothers had made her giggle to herself, telling her friends that she would see them later on. Moments of self enjoyment were rare but getting to spend time with her Commander were even rarer. She had spent the rest of the day picking out the perfect outfit, fixing her hair and applying the right amount of make up to try and drive Wolffe mad.

Her mission to tease her Commander was what had led her to the dance floor, moving her hips to the beat. She threw her hair over her shoulder, sparing a glance to the table where the Wolfpack usually occupied. Most of the lads were locked in conversations with clones from other squads that had decided to join them. Yet he sat there, eyes transfixed on her figure, fingers tightening around the glass in his hand, imagining her body beneath the dress that hugged her features. She made eye contact with Wolffe, wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue as she threw him a wink. She watched his jaw tighten, trying to keep himself composed, not wanting his brothers to take notice of his slowly crumbling composure. There was nothing in this galaxy as beautiful as her, the second his general had introduced her to the pack, he had been transfixed by her sheer beauty. A goddess that had somehow fallen as deeply in love with him as he had with her, the fact that only he got to hold her, please her, made flames of arousal spread through his veins.

The music changed to a low song, causing her to let out a small breathless laugh. She moved away from the dance floor, heading to the bar to order herself a drink before she returned to her squadron. As she leaned against the bar, the air rippled around her, the force alerting her of the presence that appeared by her side. Slowly, she turned her head to face the person, raising a thin eyebrow at the man in the seat next to her. He wasn't a clone, that was for sure, from what she could see, he was a green, plump male of a race unknown to her and looking her up and down with dark beady eyes.

"Hello beautiful, can I buy you a drink?" He tried to purr at her, the words only coming out as slurred syllables.

"No thank you, I can buy my own," She replied as the bartender brought her, her drink.

She picked it up, moving to make a quick get away when the man suddenly took her by the wrist, jerking her in his direction. She leaned away in disgust as he leaned towards her, his breath stinking of both alcohol and rotten fish.

"Just one, little drink." He insisted.

"I said no, now release me." She snapped in return.

Before he could say anymore, the man was suddenly ripped away from her and slammed against the side of the bar. Wolffe practically growled and he held the man by his shirt, eyes alight with pure, burning fury.

"She said no, take the hint or you'll be swallowing your teeth." Wolffe snarled lowly. "Do. You. Understand. Me?"

The man was whimpering in the presence of the clone commander, intimidated by the sheer anger radiating from him. He couldn't find his voice, so nodded quickly, letting Wolffe know that he more that understood what would happen if he bothered you again. Wolffe slammed him into the bar again for one final measure before letting him go, watching the man stumble into the small crowds of clones scattered around. A few had seen the transaction and glowered at the man, while a few others came to the aid of their vod and led the man outside, likely to follow through with Wolffe's threat or to intimidate the man enough to ensure he never came back.

Wolffe was still shaking with rage, his hand clenching and unclenching by his sides. (Y/N) reached out a hand to rest on his arm but he recoiled from the touch and stormed outside. Worried that she had done something wrong or that he was going to get himself in trouble, the Padawan put her drink down and raced after him, wanting to make sure he was okay. She followed him a few blocks away from the club before he stopped, allowing her to catch up with him, his back still turned to her. Once she finally reached him, he suddenly grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into the closest alley, pinning her to a wall.

"Wolf-"

His name barely left her lips before her was silencing her with his mouth, hot and heavy. She whined softly into the kiss, eyes fluttering close as her hands fisted into the material of his shirt, pulling him closer. The kiss was rough and intoxicating, arousal sparking in the pit of (Y/N)'s stomach. They were lost in each other, both we desperate to have the other, especially after not being able to alone for so long. But after her display and the audacity of that drunkard trying to take what belongs to the commander, the dam finally broke, their self control giving way to the need to feel the others body against their own. After a moment, Wolffe pulled away, dark eyes taking in the red, kiss swollen lips of his precious Padawan. She was breathless, panting softly with parted lips, making the Commander smirk down at her. His large hands stroked down her sides, sliding down to her backside so he could lift her up, giving her a moment to wrap her legs securely around his waist.

Normally, Wolffe would want to take things slow, to show (Y/N) how much he loved her, to tease her until she was begging for him to take her. But something feral had taken over him, making him want to do nothing more than fuck his love until she was screaming his name, until she was filled to the brim with his seed. The thought of her carrying his child suddenly crept into his mind, enticing a low, rumbling growl from the depths of his chest. His lips moved to her neck, biting harshly into the skin as he pressed his body into hes, his arousal grinding against her core.

The feeling of him grinding against her made her moan wantonly, her hands reaching down to push down his pants, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her. He groaned when he felt one of her hands slip past the waistband of his blacks, slender fingers wrapping around the hardened flesh of his manhood, stroking along his length for a few seconds before pulling him from his confinements. There was no slow burn, no teeth rotting romance, no dirty talk, no pleading, only one simple need.

She gasped, hand gripping his shoulders when she felt him push her panties to the side, giving himself access to her core. For a split second, he ran his manhood through her fold, allowing her juices to slick him up but to also give her a moment to back out. Instead, she pulled him into a seering kiss, whimpering as he slammed into her with one powerful thrust. He didn't wait for her to adjust, simply pressed her further into the wall, pulling almost all the way out before surging back into the depths of her sex.

She cried into his mouth, allowing him to swallow her noises of pleasure as he continued to slam into her, her legs tightening around his waist to draw him in more. Wolffe groaned, finger digging harshly into her hips as he took her, bruising her with the mark of his fingertips. (Y/N) pulled away from the kiss to bury her head in his neck, growing more vocal as began to thrust faster, plunging into her even harder.

He could feel her walls trying to clamp around him every time he went to pull out, felt them quiver in excitement when he brushed against them to seek out the spot that would make her scream. She was practically sobbing against him, feeling him fill her like no other, feeling the jab of his manhood against the entrance to her womb. The heat inside her was growing, building into a raging fire, growing hotter with every thrust. The alley echoed with the sound of skin slapping against the skin, the sinful voices of their pleasure bouncing off the walls and fading into the night. Both could feel themselves growing closer to their releases, it had been so long since they had done this that it was almost impossible for them to hold on for much longer. (Y/N) could feel the falter of Wolffe's hips, his movements becoming erratic. Wolffe slipped a hand between them, fingers circling her clit and making her keen. He toyed with the bundle of nerves, feeling her tighten around him like a vice, making it harder for him to push deeper into her. She felt his lips on her neck, feeling his teeth sink into her tender flesh, the pain and the pleasure making her cry out as the fire inside her erupted. Her insides quivered around him as he continued to fuck into her, riding her through her climax until he buried himself as deep inside her as possible, spilling his seed into her awaiting womb.

They stood there, panting softly as they basked in each others presence and the aftermath of their releases. (Y/N) left soft kisses along the length of his neck whole Wolffe ran his hands soothingly up and down her sides.

"I should try and make you jealous more often if this is what happens." She mumbled into his skin.

Wolffe chuckled softly, turning his head to place a gently kiss against the side of her head.

"I'll just have to start punishing you Mesh'la."

His words made her moan at the image of being punished, not realising how enticing the idea sounded until now.

Wolffe pulled out of her, setting her down gently before tucking himself back into his pants. They made themselves look more presentable before leaving the alleyway, making their way back towards the barracks and the Jedi Temple, both feeling more relaxed.

"You know I love you right?" (Y/N) suddenly blurted out, the scene of the creepy guy playing on her mind.

"Yeah, I know and I love you too."

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I'll Be Your Hero (Cody x Reader)

Inspired by the song "I'll Be Your Hero" (feat. Stanaj) - Tommee Profitt. Italic in the oneshot equals flashbacks.

Warnings: Slight blood mention, fluff, unestablished relationship, near death experiences.

A cloud of sand swarmed around the battlefield, rising from the shaking earth to embrace the bodies of those at its centre. All around you, bombs continued to fall, feeling the rumbling impacts through your aching bones. Your ears rang with a high resonating sound, eyes clouded with tears, sand and something else you couldn't quite put your finger on. Every part of you felt heavy, as if weighed down by lead, making it hard for you to move, to lift your hand to your ear and activate your commlink. There was blood on your hand, fingers slipping on the smooth surface of the commlink, making you whimper in frustration. The vibrations of the noise made pain flood through your chest, enticing another sob from your cracked lips. You finally manged to press the button you had been searching for, struggling to find your voice as the sound of a familiar voice echoed across the open channel, saying your name over and over again,

"C...Cody..."

It was the last thing you had the strength to say before darkness washed over you, dragging you into your own sub conscious. Everything began to grow cold, the pain slowly leaving your body.

You giggled as you rolled on the bed with Cody, caged by the mans arms as he planted kisses over your face. You had once again found yourself in his company, sharing his bed, his warmth, his soothing words, his pleasure and his pain. He laughed along with you, his chest rumbling with the deep, soothing sound. You placed your hand over his heart, feeling that laugh pass into your body, warming your heart as you smiled up at the clone.

"Do you concede Mesh'la?" He teased lightly, looking down at you with a rare warmth in his eyes.

"Yes al'verde, you win this time." You giggled again, reaching up a hand to rest on his cheek.

You watched as his eyes closed with a sigh, leaning into the warmth of your hand. The sight made your heart flutter, knowing that only you got to see this side of Cody, vulnerable. He turned his head slightly, pressing a gently kiss to the palm of your hand, placing one of his own hands over yours. For half a year now, you and Cody have escaped the reality of the universe by seeking each others company, helping the other to feel something other than pain and loss. Somewhere along the line, you had fallen in love with the Commander but you could never bring yourself to tell him how you felt. Fear was your enemy, fear of losing him, fear of him not feeling the same way, fear of ruining things between the two of you. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, remembering what tomorrow would bring. You would be apart, separated by the vast universe, one two different battlefields, a possibility to never see the other again. Cody noticed your glossy eyes and stroked your hair, fingers grazing over your scalp in a soothing manner.

"Mesh'la?"

You turned your face away from him, wanting to hide your tears from him. It always ended like this, you thinking the worse. You didn't know how you would cope if you lost Cody, he meant everything to you, he was your lifeline. Somehow, he always found a way to save you, from both the enemy and yourself, keeping you anchored to the present.

Warm fingers brushed along your jaw, turning your face back towards the man above you, forcing you to meet his eyes. His thumb ran long the skin of your cheek, allowing his touch to ghost over your tears and wipe them away.

"We will find each other, through time, through space, through the smoke of the battlefield. We will always find each other again and when you feel like you can't carry on, I'll be your hero." He spoke softly, staring into your eyes.

You stared back, again lost in the love you felt for this man. You grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him into a desperate kiss, as if it was the last time you would see him, as if it was the last time you'd ever hear those words fall from his lips. Your lips moved together, his grip tightening on you as the desperation grew into need. The need to feel each other, one last time.

"It's okay Mesh'la, I've got you."

You were jousted awake, the pain once again flooding through your veins, making you let out another whimper, head swimming with grogginess.

That voice, the familiar sound seemed to steal your attention, coming to a realisation that you were pressed against a warm chest. You struggled to lift your head, using all of your strength to look up at the source of the voice.

"Cody?"

He tilted his head down to look at you briefly, his faced covered by his helmet, carrying you bridal style in his arms. Everything else was a blur, the metal grey walls fading another. Yet Cody, was the only solid thing that stayed the same, keeping you anchored.

"Y...You came for me?"

"Of course I did Mesh'la, I always will." He responded, carrying you into the med bay, placing you gently down on one of the beds.

He stayed with you as the doctors began to patch you up, running a few tests and scans to see the extent of your injuries. No matter what was said or done, he refused to leave your side, he had to be there for you no matter what. His heart clenched painfully whenever he heard you whimper in pain, whenever the doctors had to stitch you up and reposition bones that had been misplaced. Seeing you like this, made him realise how close he had been to losing you, how close he was from never hearing that laugh that lit up his world or seeing the smile that made his heart race. Before he met you, he felt like just another number, just another face among the many that occupied the Grand Army of the Republic. But you saw him as something more, made him feel like he could be anything, as long as he had you by his side.

It had been hours now since he had brought you here and the doctors had finally done all they could do, reassuring him you would recover. The commander pulled a chair up to your bed, sitting down and taking one of your hands into his. They were so cold compared to the last time you were together, a single tear sliding down his cheek. He had discarded his helmet almost an hour ago, not wanting you to wake up to the blank expression his his helmet like you had done before.

"(y/n) I don't know if you can hear me...but I love you Mesh'la and I'm so sorry I didn't get to you faster. I promised to be your hero and I almost lost you." His voice was strained, as if fighting back tears. "I need you."

He brought your entwined hands to his lips, placing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. Then he felt your grip tighten on his hand, causing his head to snap up to your face, seeing your eyes watching him with that smile, his smile.

"I love you too Cody."

Part 2?

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I am happy to write pretty much anything unless it's a super triggering theme. Feel free to make suggestions and I'd be happy to write something for your favourite clone! ❤️

P.s. Sorry I am so terrible at reader inserts will probably be 3rd person and oc's from you guys in the future

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Heart Of A Wolf

This is just a random thought I had and may make it into a series, not sure yet but I hope you enjoy. This is a 3am thing, so it may not be as good as it could be.

Translation :

Evaar'la wolf means young wolf

Buir means Father

Jedi Master Plo Koon must face the past when an unexpected arrival at the Jedi Temple causes certain events to unfold and Commander Wolffe is entrusted with his Generals most important possession.

The force works in mysterious ways, it lives in every creature, big and small, taking many shapes and forms among the vast populations of living organisms. But it was not the force that had brought you to the Jedi temple on Coruscant, it was fear of the darkness that had followed you halfway across the universe, nipping at your heels as you ran away. Everything that had been, everything you knew was gone, now ashes on a planet that many had overlooked and forgotten.

Ever since you had landed on Coruscant, you had made your way to the temple, your mind focused on one task, to find the one person who would be able to help you in your time of need. Now you stood, staring up at the towering structure of the Jedi Temple, the setting sun bathing its stone walls in a warm glow, like a beacon of light, like a beacon of hope. Taking a deep breath, you made your way over to some temple guards who were stationed at the entrance, they watched you as you approached, observing your every movement to ensure you weren't a threat.

"Sorry, but no civilians are allowed inside the temple without permission from the Jedi or other personnel." One stated when you stopped in front of them.

"I've heard, but I need to find someone. A Jedi who has this emblem,its important." You replied, pulling a small necklace from your pocket, a wolf head pendent dangling from the chain.

The guards seemed slightly taken aback by the sight of the necklace, they shared a look between each other, seeming to have a silent conversation before finally moving to let you pass. Two of them followed alongside you as you entered the temple, leading you down a few halls, already you had lost your way and you wondered how they remembered what hall led to where. You received many looks from passersby, temple workers, clones and even a few Jedi themselves. After a while, the guards stopped you outside a pair of double doors, asking you to stay put while they went inside to sort things out.

You watched as they disappeared, shuffling awkwardly in the empty corridor, alone once again. You turned to the open windows, deciding to sit on the ledge of one while you waited, the city of Coruscant spread out before your eyes. It was so different to what you had known, there were no open fields of green, no birdsongs to coax you from sleep, no rushing rivers to guide you home when you lost your path. It made you feel small, as if you were a child again but now you did feel lost, lost in the vastness of the galaxy.

It seemed like forever when the doors of the room finally slid open, you expected the guards to come out and tell you to leave but instead, you were greeted by the figure of a Kel Dor. You slowly got up from your seat, nervously playing with the necklace in your pocket , you opened and closed your mouth, trying to find something to say. Yet you couldn't find your voice, eyes downcast to stare at the floor as if were suddenly the most interesting thing in the galaxy. Did he remember you? Was he even aware of who you were? or of where you came from. Would he even believe you? You were so conflicted, your mind was too loud for you to even think clearly, every thought making your chest tighten with fear and anxiety.

"Evaar'la wolf"

The words made tears well in your eyes, the memory of the name spoken softly to you as a child suddenly swam in your mind, a younger version of yourself clinging to the side of the Kel Dor as you drifted to sleep.

"Buir." You whimpered, flinging yourself at him, arms winding around his waist in an embrace.

Despite being watched, Plo Koon wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer as you cried softly into his chest. It had been many years since he had seen you, many years since he had left you in the care of your mother to continue his life as a Jedi. He remembered the few times he had seen you, never truly having a stable presence in your life. You were two by the time he first held you and you were five when he had last held you in his arms and you had cried like you did now, clinging to him like he would suddenly vanish and he had. He always wished you would understand why he had done what he had once you had grown. Now you were here, a young woman, as beautiful as her mother. Your lack of resemblance to him had always put him at ease, making him hope you could have a peaceful life without being ridiculed by some for being the child of two species. You were Mandalorian, like your mother, but you had his heart and spirit.

"Come now, young one."

He kept his voice soft as he let you go, guiding you into the room he had been occupying only moments before. You huddled into his side, greeted by the eyes of a few clones and what looked like two other Jedi. Plo Koon took you over to a create for you to sit on, along with two clones wearing grey and white armour, they were two of three that wore it, the last standing not so far away. You sniffled softly, feeling your father wipe away a few of your tears before turning his attention to the others in the room.

"Obi-wan, Anakin. If I may ask, would you do me the favour of rescheduling the meeting until tomorrow morning?"

"Of course Master Plo, I believe more important matters need to be tended to." Obi-wan replied, bowing his head respectfully before leaving the room with the Anakin and their clones.

The other clones stayed, looking towards their general for orders to leave but none came, so they were left to watch as Master Plo Koon crouched in front of the girl that had called him father. The clones were use to the caring side of their general, he treated them equally and fairly, making them feel like they were more than just numbers from a cloning facility. Yet it felt different now, as if he was treading in uncertain territory.

"You are a long way from home, young one."

"Home is gone father." Your voice trembled as you spoken, filled with sadness. "Its all gone, home, mother, everything."

"What happened?" One of the clones asked, his hair cut into two rows, savage scars running down the right side of his face and his amber eyes watching you closely.

Silence feel over the room, the words dying in your throat. You didn't know how to explain it, maybe they would think it was all your fault and your father would hate you for getting your mother killed. You knew the laws of the Jedi about attachments but you knew he cared for your mother nonetheless. You didn't want your father to see you like this, weak and broken, you weren't a damsel in distress but you needed him now more than ever.

"It started with the nightmares, mother said it was just my imagination running wild. I saw the forests set ablaze, the animals trapped among the flames, mother calling for me and then everything fading into nothingness, it all felt so real. It was the same dream, every night until my name day. Instead of the normal dream, a wolf came to me, telling me it was time to embrace my destiny and to allow the force to guide me down the path presented to me. It was the same day the separatist invaded our home, searching for something."

They listened to every word you said, even though you didn't go into detail, they were able to understood what had happened, Plo Koon more than the clones.

"It is possible, that a spirit of the force was able to contact you and warn you of the coming danger." Plo Koon hummed.

He stood up, stroking his masked chin in thought as he paced for a moment. To attack your home, to attack you and your mother in a place so far from the war was a concerning matter, one be would have to bring to the council as he sensed something else was at play. Right now, he was just happy that you were alive and thanked the force that you had found him.

"Commander Wolffe, I require a audience with the council. I trust you to keep my daughter safe until further notice."

"Yes General." The clone in question nodded briskly, saluting your father.

You shared a look with your father, knowing the unvoiced question and nodding. You would be fine without him for a few more hours, you had commander Wolffe to look after you so hopefully no harm would befall you.

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Within the long hours you spent with Wolffe after your fathers departure, you had managed to become quite close with the other two clones, Boost and Sinker. They had made it their mission to ensure you felt better, every small giggle of smile encouraging them to do better until your mind was rid of the thoughts that invaded your mind. Sometimes, they would get to far with their jokes and almost hurt themselves or potentially you, which meant Wolffe would have to intervene and tell them to reel it in.

Eventually, the two headed off to what they called 79's while Wolffe took you to his office to he could keep an eye on you while he finished some work. Sinker and Boost had invited you to go along with them but Wolffe declined their offer for you as he didn't want you to be overwhelmed with the likely bombardment of questions from other clones after his drunk Vod let loose that you are Master Plo Koon's daughter.

You sat in the chair opposite Wolffe, looking around at his plain, bland office with a look of empathy, you had heard of how badly clones were treated. He was a soldier and yet, he couldn't even get a decent office because of how people looked down on him. You sighed softly, crossing your legs and adjusting yourself in your chair, trying to keep yourself somewhat entertains now Sinker and Boost were no longer around.

"I like your scar."

Wolffe looked at you in shock, he was halfway through one of his datapads. He had suspected there would be some small talk, but he hadn't expected you to make a statement as bold as that, especially about the one thing he himself, felt very subconscious about.

"Thank you." He mumbled in return. "Though, it scares a few people."

"Of course it scares them." You scoffed. "The people who sit back and relax while you fight their war, are scared by your sacrifice to make their world a better place."

Wolffe stared, from the crying girl he had met only hours ago, you had suddenly become another version of his general. He hadn't expected you to be so caring towards him despite the reason you had ended up here. He could still seen the pain in your eyes but he could also see a small spark, hidden deep in the depths of your iris. He had been sceptical of you at first, merely out of wanting to protect his general and his brothers from a possible trap from the separatists, after all, you could be someone in disguise, the Jedi had done something similar themselves with Kenobi.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Wolffe reassured you, gracing you with a rare half smile. "Not many see us the way you and Master Plo do."

"Dad has always seen people for who they are, rather than what they are. Life is the right of all beings after all, we have no control over how we are created so we shouldn't be judged by our places of origin."

"Whats your place of origin?" Wolffe asked before he could stop himself.

"My origins are a planet far from here, where a Mandalorian went to hid from her people, outcasted and branded a witch for her shapeshifting ability. A woman who saved a Kel Dor from a crashed ship and nursed him back to heal and in return, he gifted her a child, so she would no longer be alone. A child with the heart of a wolf and the spirit of a Jedi."

You smiled at one another, continuing to chat into the late ours of the night, talking about anything that came to mind. Eventually, you fell asleep in your chair while Wolffe explained a story about how Boost had eaten a spicy fruit from of of the planets they had visited. Wolffe chuckled softly at your sleeping form, moving to scoop you up in his arms. He carried you bridal style to his general quarters and tucked you into bed, knowing Master Plo Koon will be a few hours more and would likely take the couch. Until Plo Koon arrived, Wolffe took a chair and sat it outside the door, his blaster in hand, ready for any threat that might come for you.