Finish your work, Fox says to his brain. It’s due tomorrow, he says. Just finish it now.
You’re a piece of shit, his brain responds. I’m tired and I’m not doing that.
You don’t deserve it.
“No, I don’t,” Fox sighs to himself, scribbling his name across the top of another worksheet. “No, I fucking don’t.” He knows it’s not the healthiest mindset to have, but generally the people telling him it’s unhealthy and untrue don’t understand what a spectacularly lazy shitbrick Fox is, so he forgives them for missing the mark.
He goes to set his pen to the paper and work out the first equation, but the rest of the sheet catches his eye. Twenty-four questions. Twenty-fucking-four. It’s going to take him an hour. He looks at the clock. He’s got fifty minutes, fifty-five if he speeds a bit and sixty if he speeds and doesn’t dawdle in the locker room.
Oh, God. He’s going to hockey practice after this. His head spins at the thought. His speed’s been going down and he can never focus like he used to and he’s going to be nauseous all practice again.
When does this stop?
97 days. You graduate in 97 days.
If you think this is hard, try real life. You’ll fall flat on your lazy ass.
Forty-eight minutes until he has to leave for practice.
#he gets ); migraines ); oh nooo it makes so much sense though #that's gonna be an hc of mine too from now on cause it's genius #and also sad ): #poor man. he has an awfully difficult life #glad he has a nice wife :D and of course a great dad sdlkfjls #tcw#clone wars#fic#commander wolffe#wolffe #wolffe x reader
Eight little illustrations for Will You Walk With Me? down, six more to go (some chapters have two images and chapter nine will have three)! I'm having so much fun with these, and I can't wait to start posting the fic. :D
sooo the thing about fandom is sometimes I get super fed up with it like ‘fine, w/e, I can’t handle the discourse and the infighting, I’m just going to do my own thing in my own corner and not care what anyone thinks of me’
and then inevitably a week later I’m like ‘oh wait no I take it back, I’m lonely please be my friend’
#honestly this post is mostly about star wars rather than the mcu #because with the mcu i feel like i have a solid base of friends and i'm frankly sort of.... #hm how to put this nicely....a little upset bordering on angry with a lot of the rest of the fandom let's be real #but with star wars i get like overwhelmed by how big it is and feel stuck in a corner because of my unwillingness to watch tcw #so i'm like eh i'm okay just being by myself! and then i see really good meta or fic or art and i'm like O.O wait no please be my friend #like i feel like i do want to have a stronger foothold in star wars but i'm just....intimidated XD #and 15 years late #whoops #anyways i'm just going to keep hesitantly trying to make friends like i'm the new awkward kid at camp and hopefully that will work XD
Hi! I can’t remember exactly when your birthday is but I know its coming up, so have this weird little drabble. Sorry its so short!!
You knew this was a silly idea! Your courage left you at just the instant you needed it most, standing in front of Commander Cody’s door.
He was so busy, there was no way he’d have time for you. Maybe you could just play it off as needing to ask a question about something that had been giving you issues at work. Or maybe you could just run away now and forget the whole idea all together.
You turned away, ignoring the pang of disappointment. Being alone on your birthday wasn’t the worst thing in the world, you supposed. It was just… Well you missed your family and your closest work friends had all been deployed elsewhere. You hardly knew any of the other officers on the ship, it would have meant a lot if some of the boys of the 212th, and especially the commander, spent some time with you this evening playing board games and ignoring the war for a few hours.
You were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t notice the person coming in the opposite direction until they said your name. Startled, you looked up at Commander Cody.
“Uh, Co-commander!” you stuttered awkwardly. “I was just-”
Cody didn’t respond and you trailed off, mumbling something, he continued to stand there without speaking and the silence stretched on.
“Um, so anyway,” you cleared your throat, trying to inch away. “I, uh…”
“I have something for you,” he said suddenly. “Well it’s…It’s from all of us. They all helped. Sort of. Except Boil was more of a nuisance than a help but I guess he tried.”
You blinked up at the commander until he realized he was rambling and finally held out the package in his hands.
You looked at it doubtfully before gazing back up at his uncharacteristic expression. It hit you suddenly that Cody looked embarrassed. Intrigued, you quickly opened the box. Inside was your favorite treat; you stared at it dumbfounded.
“We heard you talking before we left. About your birthday and…well we thought we should do something.”
You were so touched you hardly knew what to say. But Cody looking awkward and nervous gave you the courage to be the one to get your both out of it.
“This really means a lot to me,” you said softly. “Would you and the boys like to share some with me this evening? I have a few board games I think they’d enjoy.”
Cody looked relieved and you were pretty sure you weren’t imagining the happy smile. “We’d love to. Thank you for inviting us.”
@just-some-girl-92 dell you absolute darling this made my whole month (’: i can’t believe you remembered my birthday’s coming up!! and wrote this!! for me i just (’: i’ve read it enough times now i’ve practically memorized it and it’s perfect. i can almost never see myself in a reader-insert fic but this one?? this one i actually can and it’s making me so happy!! this is the sweetest scenario, and i love that the entire company got together to make cheesecake (’: (at least for me ‘twould be cheesecake) and now i’m picturing the chaos that would have taken place with cody trying to direct a team of novice cooks and keep the kitchen from getting set on fire, and the board games!!! yes please can i have a game night with ghost company; i’d LOVE that! and just. cody (’: cody being awkward too yes this makes things so much more comfortable and he’s just wonderful here and - dell i love this. i don’t have adequate words to express my gratitude, but thank you a thousand million times!!!!
#okay maybe i’ve read this too many times sdlkfjdkls #but last night i ended up dreaming about making cheesecake with cody so that was lovely :DDD #dell you're literally the sweetest person; this is far too nice of you #idk what you mean 'too short' it's really and truly perfect!!! #i'm gonna remember this forever (': might have already printed it out to join the clone letters :D #tcw#clone wars#cody#commander cody#fic#favorites #dell tag <3 #submission
GUESS WHO FINALLY GOT HIT WITH MOTIVATION TO WRITE
I was really hoping to have something out by my birthday and it looks like that might actually happen😭 I’m about 3/4 of the way done with this fic so HOPEFULLY it’ll be out in the next day or two (unless my brain does that thing where I spend several days writing only to hate everything I’ve written and decide to scrap it all). ANYWHO I’m excited about it!
#i spent 3 weeks rewatching tcw to get ready for tbb and my brain said #hey what if you write a super self-indulgent fives fic #and i said that sounds great #so here we are #oh my god literally as i’m typing this i thought about doing a service top rex fic #ughhhhhh i yearn
Wolffe x Reader, post-Order 66 so idk if it’s still “commander”
Warnings: The three A’s (Argument, Angst, and Anger), mentions of violence and death
A/N: Did I want to write something that would break my heart tonight? No, but here we are anyways. I actually really like this piece though. It’s on the shorter side but it’s got claws(it a weird literary sense). Anyways I hope you like it! Also I’ve decided if pt 1 of OALITG gets 100+ notes I’ll write a part 4, and I think it’s at 99 notes at the time of writing this(This is not promo for it, it’s just putting it down in writing so I commit myself to doing it, but also pls go support my baby).
You were already half asleep when you felt the bed dip, hearing Wolffe behind you grunt as he crawled under the sheet next to you, trying to get comfortable.
“What’s this?” He asked once he had found a position he liked next to you. He lifted up the fabric that covered the both of you to look at the shirt you were wearing.
“It’s too hot to wear anything else,” You complained with your eyes still closed. You had worn a thin camisole to bed because Seelos was going through a record-breaking heat wave. One that would have probably killed you if you were wearing more layers.
“It’s nice,” Wolffe commented, drawing lines on your shoulder, “Not something I would picture a Jedi Knight having in her wardrobe,”
You groaned before turning over to face him. The small light in the corner of your bedroom illuminated both of your faces.
“I’m no jedi anymore,” You said as you pulled the sheet down to reveal the scars you had over your chest, “Not with the things I’ve had to do to survive,”
Wolffe studied your exposed skin for a while. Running his hands over one of the more prominent scars that trailed from your collarbone down to the bottom of your sternum where your shirt plunged.
“Does this one hurt?” He asked, his fingers not leaving your skin.
“Not anymore, it did when I first got them though,” You answered, carefully watching his every movement.
“I can’t believe someone did this to you,” He murmured.
You eyed him, questioning if he was being candid, “Wolffe, you did this to me. Don’t you remember?”
“What?” He asked, not knowing what you were talking about.
“You got orders from the Emperor and then you turned your guns on me. The whole company you were with turned their guns on me,” You told him.
He shook his head at you, trying to sort out that day in his mind. He remembered that day, hearing those orders, lifting his weapon at someone. But everything after that became blurry and unreliable. He wasn’t sure what parts were real and what parts were fake. If you didn’t have the scars to prove it, he would’ve thought it was a dream.
“You gave me this one, this one and this one,” You pointed to prominent scars on your body that had been clearly caused by blaster shots.
“You know I would never do that to you,” He insisted, looking like he was on the verge of tears, now looking you in the eyes, “Whoever did that was in my mind and-”
“I know,” your replied, cupping his cheek with one of your hands and feeling his warmth, “We both did things that day that we would take back if we could,”
“(Y/N), whatever you did that day, you did it to protect yourself,” He tried to reassure you.
While his words were immeasurable to you, the memories of what you did haunted you. You knew what you had done, you remembered all of it, for better or for worse.
You lifted up your shirt to reveal the continuation of each scar that decorated your body.
“Boost gave me this one and Sinker shot me here and here,” You said as you pointed to each of the corresponding scars, “I have a couple more on my lower back and about half a dozen on my legs from Warthog, Corvis and Comet,”
Wolffe’s expression changed into something unreadable. He had read his brother’s files of what had happened to them that day. That their cause of death had been recorded as “impalement from a lightsaber by a force-wielder.
It had just never occurred to him that that person could possibly be you.
“I couldn’t save everyone Wolffe,” You broke down, “I tried and I’m sorry but there were too many guns firing away, and at one point I knew I could only save you and I. I did what I thought was right in the moment, but I’m so sorry,”
A tear fell down your cheek as you apologized to him. You had told him sorry several times before, but never specifically what for.
You waited for his reaction but nothing ever came.
His hands had retracted back and refused to touch you anymore. His eyes were still on your scars, but his star was hardened and cold. His silence wasn’t sincere or endearing, it was deafening. The longer he didn’t speak or move, the more you felt your heart breaking for him to do something.
“I, I maybe I should just sleep on the couch tonight,” You murmured before fixing your shirt and grabbing your pillow.
Wolffe didn’t say anything.
You thought for a moment that he might tell you to stay as you exited your bedroom. But he didn’t. You thought eventually he would follow you out to your living room and join you. But he didn’t. As you laid on the couch, more awake than ever, you thought he might come lay with you. But he didn’t.
Instead, all you received from him was silence.
You thought he would be there in the morning. But he wasn’t.
every time i see a cold ass take about Codywan Bad directly in the codywan tag, i'm going to draw a new picture of obiwan giving cody a little forehead kiss like he deserves. you are fueling me. you are making me stronger and better at art. codywan art specifically. you have become the very thing you swore to destroy. happy revenge of the fifth, folks.
#codywan#star wars#tcw #i love them :> theyre very cute :> #is this rushed? yes but well you see im in the middle of exams asdjhasd #my art stuff #in the kindest and gentlest way: stop putting codywan hate into the tag. we promise you we dont care asdjasdjhads #'heres why its toxic and bad and also problematic and (more words twitter throws around like its volleyball season)' #ok but have you considered: they very cute #i mean look at them. #theyre cute. go read a fic on ao3 and maybe youll calm down #also for once. for ONCE obiwan has his saber lmfaoo
What happens in Canto Bight (Commander Wolffe x Jedi! F!Reader)
Commander Wolffe x Jedi! F!Reader (Fake Marriage troupe)
Concept art inspo(jedi look) // Concept art inspo(Wardobe look) // Concept art inspo(Canto Bight look)
People much more talented than I am created the art used for the concept art and gifs
Warnings: minor character death, canon-typical violence and cursing, some heated kissing(nothing too bad though)
A/N: Happy May the 4th Be With You! I wanted to post something today and this is the latest piece I had been working on. It’s a little different, but I really like it. The Wolffe x Reader comes out later in the second half of this one-shot btw. Also did I use a gif of Corscant because I couldn’t find one of Canto Bight that I like... maybe but I’ll never tell. Anyways I hope you like it!! Happy Star Wars Day!!
“Careful we must be, when delivering this news to her padawan,” Was the first thing you heard after waking up. Master Yoda’s voice, while calm as always was now only filled with sorrow and dread.
“I will do it” Master Kenobi’s voice responded, “I was the last one with Master Gallia,”
“Wise choice that is,” Master Yoda claimed. The small pats of his cane echoed as you could feel them move closer to you.
You stirred a little before opening your eyes. First feeling the tightness from the bacta patch on your abdomen and the IVs in your arm. Once you managed to open your eyes, they were hit with the blinding lights of the med bay. It took you a few moments of blinking before you were able to make out the two masters at your bedside.
“Master yoda, Master Kenobi ,” You addressed them.
“Young one, a grave blast you have survived” Master Yoda sighed, “But sorrow we feel more for your loss,”
All of a sudden, the events flooded back to you. You and your Master Adi Gallia had been on campaign to take back a Sepertist-ruled planet in the mid-rim. Your assignment was to organize an air raid that she would follow with a coordinated ground assault. While you had been successful on your front, when landing to help your master, the LA-AT you had been abroad was shot down. The last thing you remember was your master pulling you from the debris and calling out for help.
“I am so sorry my dear young one,” Master Kenobi uttered, “Your Master and I left for a mission while you were recovering here-”
“Oh Maker, Masters,” You gasped, interrupting him. You looked up at the two of them, feeling something in the force. It was a terrible sorrow like you had never felt before built up in your chest. Tears started falling down your cheeks as you felt your heart crushed. You didn’t need Master Kenobi to finish giving you the news of what had happened. You could already feel it.
Your master was dead.
---------------- Weeks later
“Hey! Shiny with the sword!” One of the clones called out to you across the dining hall, “Come sit with us!”
You froze looking over at the table where the voice came from, a little shocked at the volume he used. It was the first time anyone of the 104th had interacted with you besides on the battlefield. Even after being reassigned to Master Plo as his apprentice and having been aboard their ship for weeks, you still had yet to make even a friend besides your Master. Instead, most of the time you found yourself in your quarters reading or in the ship’s meditation chamber.
You hesitantly walked over to the group of about half a dozen troopers, hoping that eating with them at their table would be better than in your quarters again.
“Hey! You’re General Plo’s new kid right?” One of the other clones asked, “The one from General Gallia?”
Even though it had been a couple of weeks since your former master’s death, her name shocked you. It sounded foreign rolling off someone’s tongue. However, you quickly hid any shock from your face and just sat down with your lunch tray instead.
“Oh kriff!” One of them exclaimed, “You jedi always get access to the good stuff,”. He peaked at your lunch before taking a piece of jorgan fruit off your plate and popping it in his mouth.
“Please, feel free to have the rest,” You offered, pushing the plate towards them, “I’m actually allergic,”
A couple of the clones immediately dug their hands into the bowl of fruit. Soon after, there were a few murmured introductions over their chewing. As it came down to the last couple of pieces, you couldn’t help but giggle a little at their manners as they fought over who would get it.
“Commander (Y/L/N),” Someone said in a stern voice, everyone’s head looked up to see where it had come from.
All the clones immediately recognized who the voice belonged to and elected to stop fighting. It was Commander Wolffe.
You looked up, startled by his appearance. While the two of you technically shared the same rank of commander, you had yet to actually build up the courage to talk to him in a setting other than front lines of a battle.
“Uh yes Commander?” You uttered, nervously toying with the hem of your sleeve.
“I’m sorry to cut your lunch short, but General Plo has requested to see the two of us on the bridge immediately,”
You stood up giving a small, quick wave goodbye to some of the troopers before following the commander out of the dining hall. It was a quiet few steps with next to him as you tried to keep up with him. It took three of your steps to make up for just one of his.
The silence lasted until the two of you stood in lift going up.
“I see you started fraternizing with my troopers,” He said, breaking the silence. The words came out almost as a threat making your heart stop for a moment.
If you had the courage, you would’ve argued you shared the same rank and they were your troopers as much as his. But you didn’t, instead electing to stay quiet. Anxiously looking up, watching the floor numbers increase and praying the lift would speed up.
“I would have expected you’d come around sooner,” He smirked with his head facing front, “Rumor has it that your old master has a sharp tongue. Something she taught and passed onto you,”
“Had,” You finally spoke in a soft voice, correcting him, “My Master Gallia had a sharp tongue,”
While you admired the compassion Master Plo had emphasized in your training, you missed your old master’s wit and sarcasm. A snide comment didn’t feel the same as when she was alive. So you chose to hold your tongue back ever since her death, figuring any of her humor she had passed down to you had died along with her.
The doors of the lift opened up to the bridge. General Plo stood talking with a couple of deck officers, everything seemed to be business as usual.
“”Commander, my padawan,” Master Plo greeted the two of you, finding you among the the sea of officers, “I have an classified mission for the two of you,”
“For the two of us?” Wolffe and you said over each other.
“Yes,” You master answered you both, “The Galactic Army has assigned the two of you to go undercover into the Sepertist-ruled city of Canto Bight. We have reason to believe many of the casinos there are fronts for the Separatist’s money-laundering. The GAR’s main goal is to make this war unfinanceable without ruining the city of Canto Bight,”
Taking down a source of revenue for the Separatists would be a huge victory for the Republic. It could be a possible tide-changer in the war. You looked at Wolffe, both of you were sharing the same expression, understanding the weight of this mission.
Your face turned into a frown, thinking and somewhat confused about how Wolffe could be assigned your partner, “Master, with all due respect, but there might be a problem with this plan. Seeing as Commander Wolffe has a recognizable face,”
“That is no worry Padawan,” Plo chuckled, “The jedi recently had some success using facial transformation, vocal moducatores, and holomasks. I think it will work to side-step the issue of Commander Wolffe being recognized,”
“How do you know that it will work against the Separatists?” Wolffe asked, suspicious about the tech mentioned.
“It was good enough to fool General Skywalker and Count Dooku,”
Wolffe nodded, accepting Plo’s answer. If it was good enough to fool the proclaimed “Chosen One” and Master Yoda’s old apprentice, it was good enough for him.
“Your wardrobes and cover identification chips will be delivered to your quarters. The two of you leave tomorrow before breakfast,” Your Master dismissed you.
The two of you bid him goodbye and started walking away.
“Also, Commander and my dear padawan, one more thing,” He called out to the two of you, both you turned once more to look at him, “The two of you are going undercover as a recently married couple,”
“No, absolutely not,” You said, stepping out from the partition and taking a good look at yourself in the mirror.
“Come on, you don’t look that bad” Boost, one of the troopers you had met at lunch and had delivered your wardrobe commented.
When he dropped off all of the pieces for your new identity you requested him to stay. Asking him to help you sort out which outfits you could actually wear. Glance at most of the clothes the GAR had given you, you were pretty sure they had just raided the closet of a pit dancer.
“I can see why the Jedi stuck to robes,” You said as you picked at the slim fabric that hung around your waist. Having a wardrobe that consisted only of robes since you were a youngling, your innate instinct was to cover up all of your exposed skin.
“You can’t hate it that much,” Boost dragged his voice. He had told you he didn’t know any married women or anything about them, but he did claim to have extensive knowledge on what all the girls wore to 79’s when the 104th was on Coruscant. At the time it was good enough to let him stay and help you.
“Does everything else look like this?” You asked, pinching your face in disgust. While the cover the GAR had assigned you was pretty much summed up to be the life of a just-married noblewoman, the clothing they had sent along with it gave you more than enough detail of who you were really supposed to be.
“What, do you really not like it?” He asked, eyeing you up and down.
“Boost! My boobs are gonna fall out of this!”
“Here, try on this,” He threw you another outfit. This one seemingly longer.
“This one better at least cover my navel,” You complained before walking behind the partition again.
As you undressed you heard the doors swoosh open.
“Whoa commander, you look different,” Boost laughed.
“What, was I too ugly for you before?” A deep voice answered. The voice sounded close to Wolffe’s, but also completely different. It was hardened and more grueling compared to his normal voice. Ever word he spoke was intimidating, like everything he said was an automatic threat.
“What about this one?” You voice tapered off as you stepped out again seeing what used to be your commander.
Wolffe now had an eye patch over his prosthetic, a couple of deep, nasty scars that laid over his skin, his eyes were piercing blue instead of brown and his haircut had been been changed red buzzcut. The two of you stood in front of each other in your new looks, stunned in silence at the site of the other.
“You look nice,” He said, his eyes lingering on you.
“You look different,” You replied, missing the old Wolffe for a reason you couldn’t explain.
Wollfe messed around with the buckle of his belt before his appearance pixelated and suddenly the real version of him was back.
”Better now Commander?” He asked, now standing in the middle of your quarters with just his black on.
“Maybe, depends if your acting skills compete with your looks,” You teased with a smile on your face.
“There’s that sharp tongue,” He smirked, “I knew it was somewhere,”
---------------- Weeks later undercover
“There’s a Republic-disguised cruiser coming to pick us up tomorrow,” Wolffe told you as the two of you prepared to go out one last time, “It should be here by morning to pick us up and take us back to the 104th,”
“So we only get to look like a couple one last time and then it’s all over?” You asked, trying to put the last pins in your hair. Even after several weeks of being undercover with Wolffe and doing your hair on a daily basis, you still struggled.
“I’m afraid you only get to be my wife for one more night,” Wolffe replied, appearing behind you to help.
He hadn’t put on his belt and changed into his disguise yet so you saw his soft, natural brown eyes, instead of the icy blue ones that he had as a part of his cover. You were a little happier upon seeing his honest reflection in the mirror.
“You know, as a jedi we’re told marriage is never an option so I never thought I would actually get to be with someone,” You said with a smile, watching him intently focus on sliding a pin into the perfect place of your updo, “I’m really glad I got to be married to you Wolffe. Even if it was just for a little bit and if it technically wasn’t real,”
You turned to face him once his hands left your hair.
“Well, I’m the luckiest man in the galaxy to have had you just for the time that I did,” He replied.
You suddenly found yourself sentimental at the sound of his words. Realizing that after this mission you would probably have to lie and say that you didn’t miss being undercover with him.
Your gut told you that Canto Bight would always have a significant place in your heart because of a certain someone.
It would be inaccurate to say that you and him hadn’t grown close over the last several weeks. You had opened up to him about your injury and waking up to find you had lost your master. He had talked about almost losing his entire battalion and then losing his eye. Your conversations with each other, having each other’s backs and the amount of times you saved each other's lives while undercover blurred the line of being just friends.
You reasoned that it was just for the mission. However, the more you thought about it, the more clear it became that it wasn’t just that. The two of you had both found simple ways of helping the other. Whether it was Wolffe helping you with your hair each day or you preparing Wolffe’s caf in the early morning just the way he liked it. Both of you could have done the mission without these little ways in your routine, but you liked these little things. They helped to make it not just another mission for the GAR, but rather something for yourself.
“Wolffe, do you think that there’s a chance we might go on another mission like this?” You asked, stepping closer to him and closing the gap between the two of you.
“If the GAR deems our mission successful, I don’t see why not,” He shrugged, welcoming your closeness.
“I would really like that,” You replied.
You knew what you were saying to him was pushing the lines of the Jedi Code. That if any code-abiding jedi heard your words, you would most certainly be punished, possibly even be kicked out of the order. But you reasoned that it was your last night of being undercover. Maybe it wasn’t too harmful to play into what you felt for just a little bit longer.
“We have a tail,” Wolffe said, looking over his shoulder. His eyes hooked on a pair of Zygerrians sitting at a nearby table. They were clearly still pretending to be playing the same game of sabacc they had started an hour ago.
“We’ve had them tail us for weeks,” You replied before taking a sip of your beer, “It’s no different now if we just keep our covers,”
“We should take care of them now,” Wolffe said, his hand over his pistol in holster. He was probably a little bit too trigger-happy after weeks of not being on the frontlines.
You quickly placed your hand over his, stopping him from pulling out his pistol, “If we engage then we will out ourselves as apart of the Republic, and all the work we’ve done over the last several weeks will be for nothing,”
The stakes of the mission were high, if the Separatists found out that two Republic commanders were shooting up a storm on their occupied planet it wouldn’t take long for them to figure out the Republic’s intentions. They would move their money out of Canto Bight and all the information you and Wolffe had collected on their money-laundering scheme would be useless.
“They’re looking over here again,” He murmured, “They know,”
“If they knew we were Republic we would be dead by now,” You sighed.
“It’s not safe, we’re leaving,” He said, grabbing your arm and pulling you away from the bar you had been sitting at.
“Wolffe -my beer!” You exclaimed being pulled away from it.
“I'll buy you another one sometime,” He said, slipping off the jacket he was wearing and putting it on your shoulders as you exited the bar.
As the two of you made your way back to the apartment you had been put up in, the zygerrians had decided to suddenly end their sabacc game and followed closely behind. Wolffe put his arm around you, pulling you in closer to him as he guided the two of you down a few dark backstreet pathways.
“They’re still following us,” You said, looking behind you. It was just the two of you a few paces in front of the linger Zygerrians now.
“Do you trust me?” Wolffe asked looking down at you.
“Of course,” You replied without any hesitation.
Without skipping a beat, his hands were wrapped around your thighs, pinning you up against the closest wall so his back was to the Zygerrians. His lips landing on yours. His hands never letting go of your thighs, instead, giving them a good squeeze that drew out a small gasp from you.
While the two of you had kissed in public before, it was never like this. Never in a way that made your cheeks flush. For a short moment, you forgot that it was all for show. Instead, just letting yourself enjoy it.
You could feel his chest expand with his breath as he pressed against you. His lips traveled down your jaw and then to the arch of your neck. His gentle yet affectionate nature had you withering around him for another touch. You wondered if this was what marriage was really like. If it was this that made the jedi concerned about allowing any attachments.
Gently pressing a few kisses on your collar bone. You wrapped your hand around the nape of his neck, making sure his lips wouldn’t leave your skin.
“Grab my pistol in the holster,” He murmured against you, calling you to the task at hand, “Grab it and shot them,”
As much as you wanted to stay in the moment, you did what he told you. You grabbed one of his dual blaster pistols and raised it at the Zygerrians. They were both unsuspecting, looking away from you and Wolffe. As you fired, they turned just in time to realize they were too late to draw their whips. With two blaster shots, there were two Zygerrians on the ground not moving.
Wolffe let go of your legs, setting your feet back on the floor, “Nice shot commander,”
You were still a little bit too stunned by his actions to reply.
You had been back on board the 104th star-cruiser a couple of days.
You and Wolffe went your separate ways after giving your reports to the GAR. Everything changed after that. Everytime you and he were in the same room, he stood a little closer next to you. Sometimes you would sneak a quick peck when no one was looking. At nights, one of you would sneak into the other’s quarters.
When you were alone, you could feel how much you wanted to be with him. You knew your Master Plo could feel the change of your state through the force, telling you to meditate on “whatever it could possibly be”.
You followed his directions, walking down to the meditation chambers. As you walked, your baggy jedi robes got caught in between your legs. Something that had developed over not wearing them for so long.
You had returned most of the clothes the GAR had given you, although you secretly kept some of the garments that had grown on you. They were a nice reminder of your time on Canto Bight. Although the outfits didn’t look exactly the same if you didn’t do your hair. Something only Wolffe could help you with.
Your legs crossed over a pillow, trying to relax and connect with the force. Trying to discipline yourself long enough to reestablish a connection with the force like you had before your mission. It seemed like you tried for hours to shed all emotions and attachments. But nothing came of it, your mind kept slipping back to Wolffe. You instead focused on him, what would become of the two of you.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. It slid open to reveal Wolffe.
You smiled at the sight of him.
“You missed dinner, thought you might be hungry,” He said, placing a plate of plums in front of you before grabbing another pillow and sitting down next to you.
“Thanks you,” You replied before starting to eat, not realizing how hungry you had become.
“I haven’t seen you in a while,” He said, “You weren’t at the meeting on the bridge this morning,”
“I was with Master Plo. He said he wants me to take my trials within the next cycle,” You revealed. Both of you knew if you passed, you would probably have to leave the 104th and become the General of another battalion. Meaning both of you could be sent to different sides of the galaxy at any point.
There was a lull between the two of you before Wolffe spoke up again, “Do you ever miss Canto Bight?”
Your head tilted at him, flashbacks of memories flooded your mind as you thought about the time you spent there, “Yes, sometimes,” You replied, “Do you?”
“Yes, sometimes, but I find myself okay with what I left with, someone who is much better than the city itself,” He smiled, looking at you.
Your heart melted as you grinned back, “Who is this lucky girl commander?”
“Well,” He sighed, relaxing and spreading his feet out, “They deserve someone much better than me, that’s for sure. Even if they end up choosing a life of solitude, it would probably be better than if they ended up with someone like me. But they’re that kind of person that has convinced me that I’ll die a happy man if I die around them,”
You couldn’t help but giggle at his morbid words, almost choking on the slice of plum in your mouth.
“They sound great Wollfe, but don’t put yourself down like that, I’m sure they’re just as lucky to have you,” You said, placing your hand on top of his, feeling the rough calluses on his fingers, “Have you told this person about how you feel?”
“Not exactly, but I think I’ve made it pretty clear,” He leaned in closer to you, “But every time I want to, I’m reminded that our lives won’t allow it,”
“Huh? And why is that?” You frowned.
“We can’t be together,” He summed up, “If anyone ever found out my feeling for you, I would be decommissioned and you would lose your whole livelihood,”
Your heart sank hearing his words. Though, you knew he was right.
“You know what’s crazy though?” He asked resting his forehead on top of yours, “I love you enough that I would risk it all for you. If you asked me, I would do it in a heartbeat without any regrets,”
You knew what he was suggesting. And you knew you would do it for him if he asked you to leave the order.
“I used to think this war was just a mess of power and glory, but you’ve changed that. Somehow, you’re worth making this mess,” He leaned in kissing you, “Whether you choose to leave it or not, I’ll follow you wherever,”
Wild that I dove into a SW fic or two again just in time for May the Fourth
#it's that time of year i guess but i didn't even realize it until now #by rights the tcw & rebels eras should be anything but comforting And Yet they are my fave eras for fic #you can fit so much love and angst and fictional political machinations in these warred stars #personal
It’s All the Same Down in the Capital- Chapter Nine
That He Played God?
Rating: M (for language)
Warnings: We are back to the Big Sad ™ with a lot of mentions of death, some shitty Kaminoan behavior against our boys, and a heaping dose of Cody and Wolffe being extraordinarily in need of therapy
No use of Y/N, reader is not described, but does have a nickname and is written as AFAB; uses she/her pronouns
Word Count: about 1,400
A/N: Did I cry writing this? Perhaps.
Reader insert/OC with reader x clone troopers (platonic) and reader x Wolffe (romantic).
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Summary: Cody is never given time to mourn the loss he feels daily. It’s hour by hour. Minute by minute. A loss that just keeps coming, just keeps punching him in the gut over and over. Cody is never given time to mourn the loss he feels, and in this moment he understands why.
Cody could count on one hand the number of times he had made visits like this one. It just didn’t happen that often. Not because his men were staying alive. Quite the opposite. He had nearly a thousand men dying every single day. When he woke up to reports lower than seven hundred he counted the GAR lucky. But they were not lucky today, and Cody, as infrequently as he had made these visits, would take on a droid battalion alone if it meant he never had to make any of them.
When they made him Marshall Commander, no one expected him to be notifying anyone when one of his men died. They were clones. Their death was a forgone conclusion. They didn’t expect him to do notifications because they had no one to notify. Squad members were forced to track down information in their spare time to find out why a brother never made it back. If they lacked a decent Commander, they might be forbidden from even doing that. Cody certainly didn’t approve of it, but he had heard of some of his Commanders drilling in the ‘we are property, not people’ lessons of Kamino. It was one Cody learned himself. They all had. But the first time his boots touched the dirt of an active war zone and he spent the next fourteen hours watching his brothers get torn to shreds while he avoided the same, he decided he would take that lesson and shove it up the shebs of the long neck that wrote it. Maybe they were GAR property. But they bled like men.
Cody could count on one hand the number of times he had made visits like this one, and what hurt the most right now was that this wasn’t even considered one of them. He wasn’t really supposed to be doing this. It wasn’t a GAR courtesy notification. This was Cody. Not Marshall Commander Cody. Just Cody. On his way to the temporary camp of the 104th to tell Wolffe that someone he could be decommissioned for being with was dead. He wasn’t even sure he could get Wolffe alone. He was a hands on Commander. If he was going to die with his men, he was going to sit next to them and act like their deaths would mean something to him. So, when Cody found Wolffe standing over a holomap of Skako Minor, surrounded by members of the Wolf Pack, he wasn’t exactly surprised. His insides burned. Heart felt like it was about to shatter. But he wasn’t surprised. Maybe he could take a little comfort in the continuity. When the others noticed him he was met with a chorus of “sirs” and salutes. He dropped his head in a simple ‘at ease,’ but he didn’t take his eyes off Wolffe. It was like he knew. Wolffe was stoic. If Cody was intimidating and unreadable, he’d learned it from Wolffe. But the way his jaw clenched, the scar around the skin of his cybernetic eye pulling taunt across his features, Cody could feel that Wolffe somehow already knew. At some point, far away from this moment, it would hurt Cody to think that the mere sight of him for some of his men could illicit such an acceptance of the worst. But this wasn’t about him right now. This was about Wolffe and the woman he loved.
“Commander,” Cody’s throat was dry. He could gulp down six canteens before doing this and it would always be dry. “Wolffe.”
Wolffe stepped away from the holomap. Passed off a datapad to Sinker. He took a few steps towards Cody, armored shoulders brushing against Boost and Comet. The tent had gone quiet. For once, Cody thought bitterly, the Wolf Pack had nothing to say.
“Commander,” Cody tried again. He was failing miserably. Doing this all wrong. He should be in the quarters of some jedi padawan, giving them the robes and lightsaber of their master, explaining that the Order would like to see them immediately. He should be putting a comforting hand on the shoulder of a natborn officer, giving them the tags of a sibling lost to the war on some planet they’d defended for nothing more than supplies. It shouldn’t be this way. It shouldn’t be Wolffe and it shouldn’t be Cody and it shouldn’t be Spits lying dead in the mud somewhere. It shouldn’t be them because they were weapons. Tools. Property of the Grand Army of the Republic. They weren’t supposed to have feelings. They weren’t supposed to fear death. But they did and they do and Cody was failing miserably. “Wolffe, I’m sorry-”
He was thankful, in a twisted messed up sort of way, that Wolffe had fallen to his knees. Had understood almost immediately. Thankful in a way because Cody wasn’t going to be able to finish his sentence. He was going to start crying. He was going to lose the words he wasn’t sure he ever actually really had. He was thankful in that twisted messed up sort of way, but it still hurt. Still sliced a hot vibroblade through his chest to see Wolffe curled over his knees in the dirt, unable to empty his stomach because they hadn’t been given ration packs in two days. Still hurt to feel Wolffe’s grip on his ankle as he desperately tried to steady himself, ground himself in a reality he wanted to watch burn up and disappear. It hurt him. Hurt Cody so badly. But it wasn’t a loss he could allow himself to feel. Not even remotely as much as Wolffe was feeling it. So, he dropped to his knees too and wrapped his arms around what he could of Wolffe, armor knocking against his own as he did so. He snapped his fingers at Sinker, hoping he would understand his silent message and get the rest of the men out. Take them somewhere else. And he did. Sinker was a good Sergeant. Cody didn’t say anything because there was absolutely nothing he could fucking say. If this was a blaster hole seared through his chest, it was a mortar bomb blown through Wolffe’s.
But eventually he had to say something. He had to let Wolffe know what Dogma had come running to tell him. He had to let Wolffe know that they wouldn’t be allowed to retrieve her. Had to let Wolffe know that somebody, somewhere was making sure the Lieutenant was not found. Had to let Wolffe know that Marshall Commander Cody, but also just Cody his friend, just Cody his brother, wouldn’t stand for that. Absolutely would not fucking stand for that because it wasn’t just his little sister out there. The natborn Lieutenant that had crawled under his skin and refused to leave until she had won him over. The woman that he had teased mercilessly because he knew she could take it and because he knew she would give it right back at him, Marshall Commander, superior officer or not. It wasn’t just her. It was his best friend too. It was the closest brother he had. His little brother who he’d taken under his wing from the first time he met him as a toddler on Kamino, crying big fat wet tears because a long neck refused to pick him up and hold him. So Cody had gotten him quiet. Because Cody was a few years older and the Kaminoans had started assigning them jobs and tasks as soon as they turned five. Cody had gotten him quiet so the long neck would leave and then he, Cody, future Marshall Commander Cody, had grabbed the little brother up in his arms and held him as best as his five year old arms could hold someone not much smaller than himself. He had asked him what his name was, and then asked no, you’re real name when he gave him his designation number. It was Rex. It was just Rex and then later it was Private Rex and some time after that it was Sergeant Rex and then eventually it was Captain Rex of the 501st. But to Marshall Commander Cody, to just Cody it was Rex, the little brother crying in his arms because even as babies clones weren’t allowed physical affection. But to Cody, just Cody, it was Rex the little brother dead in the mud somewhere he couldn’t get to to pick up and hold.
Headcanon that after the blue shadow virus Rex' immune system has been permanently compromised. So instead of having a clone's heightened immune system it's been reduced to that of a nat-born human.
Which means that once in a while he gets the sniffles or the flu. He usually gets through those. It's just a matter of keeping his helmet on and getting some more rest than usual.
But worse, after being in contact with some kids (Cut Lawquane's kids maybe?), he has to suffer through a case of the fire-pox, which apparently all nat-born kids get as a child but of course he didn't.
He tries to keep it under wraps but a few people find out because after several days he just can't deal with the itching anymore. He has to tell Kix cause he's the medic. Cody knows, because Rex has never been able to hide anything from him and Ahsoka finds out because she's basically attached to his hip and she's very perceptive.
Rex gets through it but not before Jesse finds out about his compromised immune system because he overhears Kix yelling at Rex because he tried to sneak out of the medbay before having fully recovered.
And if Jesse knows then Fives knows and then the whole 501st knows of course.
So now whenever Rex sneezes everybody around him stops what they're doing and stares at him to see if they need to drag their wayward Captain to the medbay again.
A/N: Okay I think this chapter is really sweet and it focuses much more on the Reader and Wolffe compared to the prologue and pt 1. On a different note, I was thinking of doing another part for my Rex Soulmate!AU just because I really rushed to finish it and didn’t like how I ended it(just a random tidbit of info that you probably didn’t need)
“Your highness,” Wolffe addressed you. You instantly recognized the helmet as he walked with a couple of other troopers behind him.
You and few of your handmaidens stepped out of the doorway of your father’s quarters, exiting after a tense meeting with his medical team.
You were surprised by the commander’s presence. It had been a couple weeks since your meeting in the gardens and your sighting of him had been limited to only seeing him in the occasional passing.
During that time, Senator Clovis had come and gone. Only making his stay so long as to greet you and lay out the plans of your wedding before heading back to Coruscant to vote on some banking bill. One that would give the Republic more credit and give the banking clan even more authority in the outer rim.
While your mother and your future husband got along perfectly during that short time period and agreed on every aspect of your wedding to a perfect T. The same could hardly be said for you. You found yourself and your thoughts often wandering back to that moment in the gardens when you had met him there. Daydreaming about your time spent there rather than putting more thought into your impending future.
“Hello,” You greeted him in a shy voice, “How are you? How have you been?”
“Fine,” He responded, pausing a brief, calculated moment before continuing, “And you?”
“I am alright. I was just visiting my father and his doctors,” You replied, tucking some loose strands of hair behind your ear.
“How is his majesty doing?” He asked, then taking off his helmet.
A flush of heat rushed to your cheeks upon seeing those eyes that you had found yourself missing so much.
“I’m-m afraid my father could be-e better,” You stumbled over your words. Kriff, this had never happened to you before. Your heart flutters in no way it had before. For Maker’s sake you had just gotten the news from the doctors that your father’s days were numbered and that you should be prepared to take the throne. But all you could focus on was the man in front of you.
“I’m sorry to hear, your highness,” He said. His voice, much clearer, not restricted by his helmet anymore.
“Thank you. I see you are-re not alone today,” You quickly changed the subject to the two troopers standing a half-step behind him before you melted where you were standing.
“This is Sergeant Sinker and Sergeant Comet, my staff officers,” He introduced them.
You gave a small courtesy bow, acknowledging them before one of your handmaidens stepped in to tap your shoulder.
You let out a slight groan, knowing what tap meant.
“I am afraid I cannot stay any longer. I am scheduled to have lunch on the Garden Terrace soon,” You informed them. Your father’s doctor visit made you miss lunch with the royal court, although you weren’t really too sad about missing a meal in which the only discussion would be about your wedding,
“Well then, it was good to see you your Highness,”
“It was very good to see you too Wolffe,”
You caught one of his troopers behind him, Sinker, nudging the other when you called his commander just by his first name, wiggling his eyebrows at his brother. The other one, Comet just rolled his eyes in response.
“My troopers and I should get back to our responsibilities,” Wolffe agreed before he started to make his way past you.
“Well uh -actually Wolffe, is there a possibility where the three of you like to escort me to lunch?” You asked on an impulse.
Wolffe glanced back at you, blinking a couple of times, a little unsure of how to answer.
“Uh, well the three of us-” Comet started.
“Our Commander would love to escort you to lunch,” Sinker interrupted him with a smirk on his face, “I’m afraid Comet and I have to make sure the shipments of Saava silk the queen wanted gets unloaded. But our Commander has nothing else to do today,”
Sinker was practically on his heels, pushing the other sergeant out of the doors with him to leave the two of you.
“Well would you look at that? I guess I’m all yours, your highness,” Wolffe said.
“Wolffe are you sure you don’t want anything to eat?” You asked, dismissing your handmaidens before sitting down at the table set out with delicacies that had been shipped in from each sector of the galaxy.
The commander stood idly near you hesitant to take a seat.
“As nice as this is, I really must get back to my troopers, your highness,” He said before claiming he was doubtful that Comet would be able to keep Sinker in line all by himself.
Even though, deep down in his heart, he did really want to stay with you.
“Wolffe, have you eaten today? I would hate for my hospitality to leave you hungry,” You asked, a little saddened when you noticed that he wouldn’t call you by your name, instead just using your title like everyone else.
“Don’t worry, I ate with my brothers this morning,” He lied. He had actually been on the night shift and then replaced one of his brothers who had gotten sick on the Queen’s security detail. In between that and seeing you, he hadn’t had so much of a sip of water or a wink of sleep all day.
“Well before you go, will you at least taste this for me?” You requested, pushing forth a plate stacked with fruit, “Just to make sure no one is poisoning my planet’s future queen,”
“I suppose that would be a part of my duty as your security,” Wolffe justified before plopping a slice of jorgan fruit and letting it melt in his mouth.
“You should try a sip of the blossom wine. It is imported from Naboo,” You said before pouring him a glass, “You know, just to be safe,”
“Of course, your highness,” He said before bringing the flute to his lips.
It took the commander longer than it should have to realize he had practically spent the latter half of his day with you. You and him had managed to finish off the bottle of blossom wine and open a bottle of Ryborean gax before realizing the sun was setting.
Wolffe was a hardened drinker, due to many nights spent at 79’s. However, the same could not be said for you. You had tried to keep up with him until you felt your dazed state take over halfway into the bottle of Ryborean gax. You were pretty sure if you stood up in this state, you wouldn’t stay vertical for more than a few steps.
“I’m tired,” You giggled, slouching down in your chair, “All this juice -it makes me want to take a long nap,”
Wolffe chuckled a little. He could tell you didn’t drink often, and when you did it wasn’t anywhere near the two bottles you had shared.
“Wolffe, will you take a nap with me?” You asked before taking another sip from your flute. A little bit dribbled down your chin.
The commander could only shake his head with a smirk on his face.
“(Y/N), I’m afraid people might get the wrong idea if we take a nap together,” He leaned over with his napkin and wiped your chin. As much as he was enjoying any time with you, he had been taught better than to sleep with a drunken princess in her own home.
Although, he would be lying to say he didn’t find some humor in your tipsy state. He couldn't help but smirk a little, looking at how cute you were with the sleeves of your gown rolled up to your elbows and your heels kicked off with your feet perched up on the table. While everything you wore told of your royal background, the image of you was surprisingly domestic.
“Wolffe, don’t make me take a nap alone,” You wined, “I don’t want to take a nap with anyone else in the galaxy except you,”
“I know my place well enough to know who I can and can’t take naps with” He replied.
“Wolffey don’t say that -you should know that any one would be lucky to take a nap with you,” You cooed with a faint, little smile,
“Your funny princess,”
You giggled again, liking how the word princess rolled off his tongue, “I know I am Wolffey. That’s why you always like it when I’m around,”
“That’s one of the reasons,” He said before picking up your heels off the ground and sliding your feet into them. He then leaned in close to you and delicately tucked some of the same fallen hair strands behind your ear again.
“You’re so pretty,” You whispered at him, “Much pretty than your brothers,”
“Promise me you’ll tell them that next time you see them?” He asked with a grin. His brothers wouldn’t believe him otherwise.
“I promise,” You lazily held up your pinky up towards him.
He took your cue and interlocked yours with his. The two of you were so close you could both smell the blossom wine and Ryborean gax on each others’ lips. The two of you interlocked eyes, only looking at each other and forgetting about everything else. Just for a sobering moment, you weren’t a princess and he wasn’t a trooper.
“Um,uh how about I take you back to your quarters?” He suggested in a low tone. The last thing he needed to be thinking about was a drunk princess running around the palace because she had tried to outdrink him.
“But Wolffe,” You pleaded softly, wanting to stay.
“You’re really handsome,” You pouted, “And we haven’t finished our bottle yet,”
Both of your eyes drifted to the bottle of Ryborean gax sitting on the table a few mere inches away.
In one swift motion, Wolffe stood up and grabbed the bottle. Raising it to lips before promptly finishing it off right in front of you. He chugged it down before pounding it back on the table like he was drinking at 79’s with his brothers instead of the royal gardens with you, “Finished your highness,”
“You’re still handsome,” You uttered as if it was a problem.
Wolffe moved to pick you up, carrying you in his arms, “I don’t think we can fix that problem tonight,”