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.
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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,”
No idea what this May the 4th will bring to us. So, just in case, here is some fluff. 90% fluff...ok, maybe 75% (Sorry, wish it could be completely angst-free)
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A few hours later whirling Coruscant morning finds them on the way to the Guard’s quarters.
“I’m not saying it’s a bad idea. But did Fox even have time for this?” Cody doubts.
“It was his idea in the first place. I'm sure he will find some time. Plus, you know, spending all the time working is as bad for Fox, as for any of us. So we are getting him out,” Rex explains with confidence he doesn’t feel. Corrie’s working schedule is infamous. Meaning that Fox easily can be unavailable despite their agreement.
Surprising absolutely no one, Fox is still hunched over some datapad. One of the many littering his desk. But he gets up to greet them anyway; shaking Rex’s forearm and pulling Cody into a brief keldabe.
“I thought you worked late-night shift and should be free by now?” Rex lifts an eyebrow at the older commander.
“Me too. But”- Fox rubs his eyes tiredly - “got some urgent paperwork. Can I trust you two to sit quietly for half an hour or so? At least until I finish this one.”
“Sure,” Cody answers on behalf of them both. “Just come here,” he gestures to the couch in the corner. Fox seems to be a bit baffled by the request. But why not?
As soon as Fox settles, Cody curls up on the couch with his head on Fox’s lap. The Guard commander sends a questioning look to Rex. This earns him only a smile and a half-committed shrug. Fox hesitantly places one hand on Cody’s chest. ‘Okay, little tooka, okay.’
They lapse into a comfortable silence. Two styluses scribble something on the screens - Rex got some work too; or is messaging someone, Fox suspects.
Cody moves against Fox's thigh - plastoid rattles. Ori’vod lightly taps him on the head with the datapad, “Hush, let me work.”
Fox finishes the report in a reasonable 20 minutes. He stretches carefully, trying not to jostle the young commander who somehow fallen asleep on the hard plastoid.
“You good?” asks Rex.
“Yup. It was the last.”
Rex puts his datapad to the side, “You said the Guard is doing better lately. But it didn’t quite match the things I saw today.”
“Don’t,” the captain interrupts him. “I’ve almost lost one of you for believing these excuses. How it’s really going, Fox?”
Fox’s eyes drop to the brother on his lap. “I understand your concern,” he finally says. “But I'm not lying. Since we got ourselves the jedi, things become a bit more bearable.” Fox locks eyes with Rex, “I’m also not saying it’s pretty. Force, no. But … He indeed helps.”
The burden of being a commander of Corries: to be the highest authority who can protect vode but with literally no power to do so. You know everything. Every shiny, every instance of abuse, every slimy senator. But what are you going to do with this knowledge? What you can do? Now he at least can have silver of hope that maybe in some cases they would get help. And however small this hope is - it's more than he used to have.
Fox is saved from Rex’s concerned gaze and further questions when Wolffe decides to finally appear. Through only because Wolffe has a question of his own. He takes one look at Cody cuddled to Fox and frowns, “Is he okay? Did something happen?”
“Nothing bad,” Rex reassures. “We came early and waited ‘till Fox finished his work. So you can’t really blame Codes for falling asleep.”
Wolffe accepts the explanation and comes to ruffle Fox’s hair, knowing full well he can’t retaliate just now, not without getting off the couch. “So,” he tries again, over Fox’s low growl, “Is he okay? In general?”
“He is… well, not fine but on the way there. As his CMO put it - crashing from adrenaline; but it’s good - means he feels safe enough to let the guard down,” Rex explains.
“Okay,” Wolffe agrees softly. “So, should we wake him up or 79’s will wait?”
although i have a migraine i do plan on posting today 🥰
Commander Wolffe x Princess!Reader, mentions of Rush Clovis x Princess!Reader
Prologue Part 1
Costume art/inspo for Reader // Writing Prompt inspo
Warnings: Excessive drinking, drunk!Reader, canon-typical cursing.
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,”
Commander Wolffe x Princess!Reader, mentions of Rush Clovis x Princess!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of death several times, the three A’s(Argument, Anger, and Angst)
Concept art/inspo for Reader
Gif and picture used for inspo are not mine! All credit goes to the wonderful creators!
A/N: In writing pt 2 I realized I wanted to separate the original part one into a prologue and pt 1. So this is that... Thanks for dealing with my indecisiveness.
“Your highness, are you sure that the scars of remembrance are appropriate for first meeting with your future husband?” One of your mother’s advisors caught you mid-walk to the gardens, pointing out your choice of makeup with a face of disapproval.
“My brother just died and you ask me if I dare grieve his death?” You countered back with a raised eyebrow.
She sighed, displeased with your response, but not surprised at all. She had become well acquainted with your fiery disposition over the years.
“Well your highness, it is just that your mother believes that this is not the occasion to show those emotions. Royalty are expected to grieve privately for the sake of others, you know?”
You could feel the anger boil in the pit of your stomach. Your nails digging into the palms of your clasped hands.
“Ma’am,” You addressed her before growing tall to glare down at her, taking deep, firm breaths to control yourself, “I grieve for my brother and not for anyone else in this court,” You scoffed sharply, “I think our people will understand why I display my sadness,”
For a moment, your mother’s advisor was as silent as the dead.
“And for the record, I am going to meet with our visitor from the Jedi council and his men in the gardens. Not my husband,” You said before walking off. Leaving her with her mouth on the floor.
“Your highness though,” She gasped in horror, “What will people think of you skipping out on your first meeting with your future husband for just some diplomat?”
You paused and turned to her, choosing your next words carefully, “By blood, I am a public servant before I am a wife,”
You graced your way to the central courtyard of the gardens. Sure of yourself that you would have a better time in nature no matter who your company was, compared to standing on a landing platform, waiting for your future husband.
In your gaze, you quickly spotted a man in white armor standing close to one of the planters. His helmet at his feet as he studied the barely blooming buds.
The sounds of your heels clicking on the path announced your presence and he turned to you as soon as he heard them.
The first thing you noticed when you gazed upon him was his eyes. One was the deep shade of brown that reminded you of the caf you drank every morning and the other was a beautiful shade of silver.
“Your highness,” He greeted you in a pensive voice.
“Hello,” You bowed, your eyes still curious choosing not to leave him, “Are you the Jedi my handmaidens told me about?”
“No,” He shook his head, “Master Plo does send his regards and wished to meet you. But your father asked to go over the security details of your wedding with him. So I was sent in his place to meet with you. I hope that it is okay?”
“Of course,” You nodded, hiding the distraught from the mention of your wedding that was so close, “And if you are not Master Plo, what do I call you?”
“You can call me Wolffe, your highness,”
“Just Wolffe?” You asked, clasping your hands in front of you.
“Just Wolffe, your highness,” He confirmed.
“Well then, just Wolffe, I would like it if you called me just (Y/N),” You smiled.
“Can do, just (Y/N),” He returned the smile.
You could almost giggle at the sound of it, liking the way it rolled off of his tongue. Somehow, it had been years since someone called you just by your first name. So much, it sounded almost foreign to you.
Your name was never really yours. There was always a bigger attribute: your title. Your great grandfather sat on the throne so the title you were given was your grace. After he died it had become your excellency, and then as your father ruled it was always your highness. You knew eventually after you took the throne those words would turn into your majesty. While records may remember your name, it was possible you wouldn’t.
“I saw you were looking at the flowers,” You said, pointing to the buds he had been previously looking at.
“Yes, it’s not that often we visit a planet with flowers, nonetheless one with a garden,” He explained turning to them, “Most battlefields aren’t the prime area for them to grow,”
“Hm, I guess that is one of the spoils of this war. Flowers have always brought a unique beauty into this world. It is sad to see that being taken away from our galaxy in such violence,”
“Yes, I guess it is,” He agreed, not looking at the flowers. Instead he was admiring you, how the sunshine reflected off the apples of your cheeks instead.
“This one right here is a century flower. It was my brother’s favorite,” You sighed, pointing to the silver flower that matched the color of Wolffe’s eye, “He had brought it back with him from the planet Thustra before the war started,”
“No offense, but they look like they’ve seen better days,” The soldier confessed.
“I am afraid to say that they have,” You had to admit, looking at the wilting leaves, “My brother took care of them like they were his pride and joy when he was home. But that’s- that’s um,”
You started to blubber. You couldn’t find the word to finish. A rush of sadness overtook you and you had to turn away from the metallic petals. Even looking at them, you were reminded of him. For once you asked, why couldn't you just keep it together like everyone else in the palace? Wolffe was just a guest. He didn’t deserve to see this blubbering from you, a princess raised to be-.
“Are you okay (Y/N)?” Wolffe turned to you and asked, his expression full of concern. He saw the intense agony that you were in just speaking about who he only knew as the former successor to the throne. Seeing you there, almost helpless to your heartache, his cold, military exterior melted a little.
“Yes, I am,” You nodded, sniffing, trying to hold back tears, “It’s just that, well, you see, my brother, well he- I shouldn’t be on the throne- it’s just that he-”
“I understand it’s hard. I’ve lost brothers to the war,” He replied, interrupting you.
Your natural reaction to him interrupting you have been to scoff. If others had heard him in the palace he surely would’ve been punished for doing so. But you had to admit, for once, it felt almost nice to be interrupted by him. It wasn’t so much he was cutting you off. Instead, Wolffe was just giving voice to your grief and filling in your lost words that you had searched so long for.
“Really? You have?” You asked with curiosity, wanting to know more.
“Yes, thousands of brothers, a whole battalion and more,” He replied looking down at the buds with a newfound sadness for them.
“If I may ask Wolffe, is it normal to feel like this after their deaths?” You look up, wiping your tears with the sleeve of your cloak, “Like all of this will never end?”
“Like all of what will never end?” He asked back, tilting his head at you.
“This hole that I’m falling down,” You tried to explain, “And it’s not so much that I am falling down it, but rather that I am falling alone,”
Wolffe paused to think for a moment before responding, “(Y/N), you won’t fall forever,”
“Really? How do you know?” You asked in a soft voice, “Because every time I try to save myself from falling further by trying to grab onto the side or screaming for help. The hole just gets deeper and bigger, and I just end up feeling more alone,”
“Well, it can’t all be loneliness and falling? Right?” He asked back.
“I don’t know Wolffe, I think it might be,” You chuckled with a tint of sadness to each breath.
“Look (Y/N), I know I haven’t been here that long and that I have no expertise outside of anything that didn’t include a weapon. But what if this feeling is just your sorrow? And that eventually, your love for your brother will endure so much more than your sorrow,”
You nodded your head, taking in his words for a moment, “Love enduring?” You repeated, dabbing away the last of your tears, “I like that,”
“Your highness!” Anida yelled out as she ran towards you, “Your highness!”
“Yes Anida, what is it?” You asked before catching her in your arms. You had never seen her in a disheveled state like this before.
“You must come, now!” She breathed, “There is not a moment to waste!”
“Why Anida? What is wrong?”
“It is your father,”
Wolffe x Reader
With the Commander(Officer!Reader)
Some of us want to see what we are protecting (Handmaiden!Reader)
What happens in Canto Bight(Fake Marriage AU)
Your Highness(Royalty!Reader Series)
Prologue Pt 1 Pt 2
Rex x Reader
One attachment left in the galaxy(Soulmate!AU)
Prologue Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3
Hi! do you think you could do a platonic fluffy one about commander cody and obi wan kenobis padawan reader? kinda showing their big brother and little sister (or vod’ika lol) relationship that they have! (ya know similar to rex and ahsoka) X
Wolffe x Fem!Reader (No Y/N)
Word Count: 4.2k
Summary: Teasing Wolffe in public may not have been the smartest choice.
Warnings: 18+ only. Smut. PiV sex, oral sex (m receiving), mirror sex, slight exhibitionism kink, a little bit of degradation, a lot of praise. There’s a lot there, please let me know if I missed something! Reader uses she/her pronouns.
A/N: Since I apparently can’t just write a standalone fic there will be a part two.
The faint music from the club filters in through the door of the bathroom, making you sway your hips slightly as you fix your hair. He’s running late. Not that you exactly made plans to meet here, but you thought he got the message when you’d nodded to the bathroom, running a hand along the back of his shoulders as you passed.
It was a miracle Wolffe even decided to come out tonight. He and his boys had just come in this afternoon, and it had taken some convincing to get him to agree to drinks at 79’s. You knew all his weaknesses though, and once you sent him a picture of yourself in the tight dress you chose, he’d immediately agreed.
He’s been on him best behavior all night; picking you up at your apartment and mostly keeping his hands to himself, but you can see his resolve cracking. You’d been teasing him for hours. It started when you squeezed his thigh as you were exiting your taxi, your hand just high enough on his leg to illicit a low rumble in his chest.
Once you got to the club, you upped the ante. You’d offered to grab the first round, making sure to put an extra sway in your step as you left the table. Wolffe’s eyes weren’t the only ones that followed you, and the thought gave you a pleasant flip in your stomach. He’s always trusted you, but he has a possessive streak that comes out sometimes in the best ways.
When you returned to the table, you’d leaned down low to put the drinks on the table, steading yourself with a hand on Boost’s bicep and treating Wolffe to a view of your cleavage. Boost had choked a little at the proximity of your chest to his face and his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. You simply asked if he was okay and gave him a pat on the shoulder, glancing to catch Wolffe’s reaction.
His eyes were fixed on you, dark and menacing. As much as he might play at being annoyed, you know he loves this game as much as you do. He’s very aware of the affect you have on some of his vod and he likes to remind you who you belong to every time something like this happens.
Taking your seat next to Wolffe, you made sure to press your thigh against his, turning and giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek as you ran your hand up his leg. You’d stopped just before you touched where you knew he wanted you the most, giving him a light squeeze on the part of his thigh not currently covered by armor.
He’d just shot you another glare, his own hand removing yours and placing it back on your lap, holding it there and giving you a warning look. You’d really tried to be good, to let him relax and enjoy the night, but it was too much. You laced your fingers over his, pinning his hand against your thigh, then moved it slowly up under the hem of your short dress. He nearly choked on his drink when he came into contact with your bare core. The dress you chose tonight was cut so that any underwear lines would show, so you decided to forgo it entirely.
“Alright there, Commander?” You’d asked sweetly, a look of innocent concern painting your face. His fingers squeezed at your thighs and you gave an involuntary shiver. He barely glanced at you when his next words came, low and rough.
“Fine, sweetheart,” he said, giving a small slap to your thigh in warning and removing his hand. He moved his lips to your cheek. To anyone else, it would look like an sweet kiss, but when he slid his mouth slightly to hover next to your ear, you know it’s more than that. “Be patient,” he growled lowly, just loud enough for you to hear, “And I’ll reward you when we leave. Otherwise I can’t be held responsible for what I do next.”
You clenched your legs together in response, already missing his presence between your thighs. You took your bottom lip between your teeth, weighing your options. If he wasn’t in the mood to do this in public, he might just be willing to meet you halfway. Pulling down your skirt again, you stood and excused yourself to he fresher, hoping that he got the hint as you tilted your head to him.
That was nearly five minutes ago, and you’re starting to worry that he’s not actually coming. Maybe you’d misread the signals. You’d played this game enough times to know how he acted indifferent in public, but this time it could just be genuine disinterest. He did seem to be having a good time with his brothers.
Sighing, you gather your purse and glance in the mirror one final time. It’s not like you expect him to always be in the mood, but you’d really thought-
“That wasn’t very nice, sweetheart,” comes a deep voice behind you, freezing you where you stand. Your eyes dart to the mirror and take him in. He meets your gaze steadily, trailing up your body lazily, then doing a quick sweep of the room. When he’s satisfied it’s empty, he turns from you, flipping the lock on the door and trapping you with him. You don’t dare turn around as he walks to you, stalking you like a predator. When he reaches you, he stands just close enough to feel the warmth of his body, bringing his hands up to grasp your arms. Finally, you find your voice.
“I don’t know what you mean,” you say, turning your head to glance at him. He only growls in response, moving his hands to your hips and letting the calloused pads of his thumbs move over the soft fabric of your dress. Without warning, he flips your body to face him, his mismatched eyes focused on yours. When he leans into your neck, you think he’s going to kiss you, but he just brushes his lips from your throat to dip beneath your ear.
“Is that so?” he asks, his voice betraying some of the tension he feels, “Maybe I should just leave then. Let you stay in here, all alone and dripping for me.”
You let out a whine at his words, your hips bucking a little in his grip, trying to get him to break.
“None of that.” He says firmly, “If you wanted to be in control, you should’ve been good.” His hands move to the hem of your dress, slowly pulling it up to reveal your aching core to him. He brushes one finger through your folds and hums in approval at how wet you already are for him. You try to buck your hips again, desperate to get him to touch you. His fingers are gone from your pussy in a flash, hands returning to hold you still against him.
“What did I just say, sweetheart?” he growls, “If you had been good, you could’ve taken me home and done whatever you wanted, you know,” he smirks, making your mind race with the possibilities, “But now I think you need a reminder of who’s in charge here.”
He pulls down your dress, leaving it bunched around your waist, and makes quick work of your bra, tossing it on a nearby counter. Letting out a low hum as he takes in your body, he moves his hands to your chest, his fingers roughly pinching at your nipples. Your own hand comes up to your mouth to stifle your whine, muffling your sounds from the mass of people just outside the door.
His eyes snap to your face at your muffled cries, and he grabs your hand, holding it firmly between your bodies as he sneers at you.
“Oh no, cyar’ika, I want to hear everything. If you’re going to act like a little brat in front of my men, you can at least let everyone know how good I make you feel.” His mouth moves to your throat, sucking harshly at your pulse.
“I’ll be good,” you manage to gasp out, “Please just touch me,” you grind your hips against his thigh to emphasize your point. He’s still wearing almost all his armor, and the harsh material against your naked skin is divine.
He pauses in his movements, assessing your face. Then, he’s guiding you to the wall, holding you steady against it with one large hand while his other digs into your hips. He slots his armored thigh between your legs, lifting until it comes into contact with your pussy. You gasp at the cold feel of the plastoid, rubbing yourself slightly against it and looking at him.
“You want to be good for me?” He asks, and you nod your head vigorously, “Then I want you to rub that pretty little cunt on my thigh.”
His hand on your hip guides your movement, holding you tight against his body. With his other hand, he grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze while you grind on him.
“That’s it, gorgeous, got to make yourself nice and wet if you want to take my cock.”
He bends down and captures your lips in a searing kiss, silencing the tiny mewls coming from you at the friction. His hand fists in your hair and he gives a gentle tug, making you gasp and open your mouth for him. The sensation of Wolffe’s thigh against your aching pussy is amazing, but it’s just not enough for you to come. He seems to know this and takes pity on you, running his fingers through your folds before he pushes two thick fingers into you.
You let out a broken moan at the intrusion. Even though you’re wet from all he’s done so far, there’s a slight sting from how big his fingers are. He gives you a few seconds to adjust, then he’s pounding them into you, bringing his thumb to rub quick circles at your clit and making you see stars.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he moans against your neck, “Feel how much your pussy wants me? How bad she wants my cock?”
You let out a high whine at his words and he gives you a snarling smile in response. He ducks his head to suck another bruise onto the swell of your breast, giving you a small nip when he finishes. His mouth moves lower to capture your nipple, teeth just grazing the sensitive skin and making you arch into him.
“You think you deserve that after how you’ve been teasing me, sweetheart? Think I’d just forget about it?” You buck your hips against his fingers, trying in vain to get him to pick up the pace again. “If you were patient, I would be making you come right now, but you just had to tease me,” he growls.
“Wolffe,” you moan, “I’m gonna come.”
His fingers slow, and you nearly cry out. It’s just enough to keep you on the edge, but not enough to fall over it.
He slowly removes his fingers, bringing them to his lips and sucking on them. You let out a low moan at the sight, taking in his wild eyes as he hums in appreciation.
“I can make it up to you,” you offer, moving your hand deftly between his armor and his blacks. Your fingers graze his hard cock, strained in its confinement. He lets out a grunt at the contact and you smirk, you have him now. You turn him so that his back is against the wall and grab his hand.
Slowly, keeping eye contact with him, you take two of his fingers into your mouth, gently sucking on them and making him moan low in his throat.
“Sweetheart,” he says, his breaking slightly on the word. You release his fingers and sink to the floor. You know it’s probably filthy, but that’s the furthest thought from your mind. Gazing up at him, you remove his codpiece with practiced hands, setting it next to you carefully. You move his hand to the back of your head and pull down his blacks and underwear down just low enough to release him. His cock springs out, resting against the curve of his stomach. He looks almost painfully hard and you decide to not tease him anymore.
“Do you want to fuck my face, Commander?” you ask, looking into his eyes to see his reaction.
The noise he makes is like all the air has been sucked from his lungs at once. His brow furrows as he rubs his thumb across your cheek. He gives you one jerky nod, then guides your mouth onto him. You let your tongue flick up his length, eliciting another gasp from him, then take his into your mouth, gently sucking on the tip as your hand works the base.
He pulls your hair gently, testing your limits, and you moan around him. His hips stutter forward and he grunts at the sensation. It’s almost too much, but you fight your gag reflex and reach your hand to his hip, pulling him closer to you.
“You want me to be rough?” he asks, looking into your eyes for any sign of hesitation. When your only response is to moan in affirmation, his gaze hardens and he grips your hair tighter.
“Alright, girl, you asked for it,” It’s like a switch has been flipped. His pace is brutal and you struggle to keep your throat relaxed. His low groans above you fuel your lust and make you want to take him just a bit further. He seems lost in the sensation, his eyes closed and his head thrown back. You know your makeup must be running by now, your eyes spilling over with tears at his pace, but he looks so undone you don’t want to stop.
“Look so good like this,” he pants, “So pretty, so talented with that mouth.” You let out a moan in response and his hips stutter, his cock hitting the back of your throat with more force than he intended and making you gag. When he hears you struggle, he stills and pulls back, moving his hand to cradle your jaw and pull you away from him. He gives you a searching look, but you just nod and smile weakly up at him.
His eyes turn hard again and he abruptly pulls you up to your feet, bringing his mouth to yours in a bruising kiss. When his teeth bite down harshly on your lower lip, you gasp, allowing him to run his tongue over the painful bite. His hands are all over your body, tugging and pulling at you, trying to bring you closer to him. You slip one hand down to his cock, trying to regain the upper hand, but he’s too quick for you.
He breaks from you brusquely, taking both your hands in his and spinning you so your back is pinned against him. Keeping your body close, he guides you to the sink and moves one hand to grab at your jaw, pointing your eyes towards the mirror. You meet his gaze in it and he shakes his head slightly, angling you so that you’re looking into your own eyes.
You look utterly wrecked. Your mascara has started to run and your lips look slightly swollen. Your hair doesn’t ever look close to the style you had when you got here, and you’re sure that everyone in the club will know exactly what happened when you leave.
Wolffe’s lips bring you back to the present, leaving surprisingly gentle kisses along the nape of your neck while his hand moves to wrap around your throat.
“So pretty,” he murmurs against your skin, “And all mine,” he punctuates the last word with a harsh slap to your ass and a nip at your neck. You moan and arch against him, making him let out a dark chuckle.
“Want you to beg for me, sweetheart,” he says, meeting your eyes once more in the mirror, “Want to hear you say how bad you need me to fuck you.”
“Please,” you say, moving your ass to rub against his cock. His inhales sharply but gives no sign that he’s intending to move yet.
“Have to do better than that,”
“I need it, Commander, I want you to fuck me – fill me up – please –”
“Alright sweetheart, I’ve got you,” he growls, interrupting your ramblings. He usually likes to take his time, but all your teasing seems has tested his resolve. He deftly moves one hand to run his fingers through your folds, giving you a smirk and meeting your eyes once more at the small noise you make. When he slips a finger into your heat, you throw your head against his shoulder, eyes closing in pleasure. His grip on your chin tightens again and he forces your eyes back on the mirror.
“I want you to watch yourself come undone for me,” he growls, “I want you to remember whose pussy this is.” You give a frantic nod, too worked up to argue with him.
“Good girl,” he says, slipping another finger in you, “Always so fucking good for me. So tight, so wet,”
He places a harsh kiss to the junction between your neck and shoulder, likely giving you yet another mark to cover up, but you don’t care. His fingers slowly pump into you and he lets the heel of his hand rub against your clit, giving you just enough to keep you on the edge.
“Wolffe,” you whine, “I want you, please.”
“You have me,” he smiles, still teasing you, “But you’re going to have to be more specific if you want something else.” He’s so cocky, you almost want to act up some more just to get him to shut up, but your body wins out and you finally give him the complete control he’s craving.
“Fuck me,” you beg, all your coyness gone, “I need you to fuck me now.”
“That wasn’t so hard. All you had to do was ask nicely,” he smirks, nipping at your neck once more before he removes both his hands from your body.
“Bend over,” he growls, bringing his hand to the small of your back, “Want to see that pretty ass bounce while you take my cock.”
You obey instantly, folding your body over the sink and swaying your hips invitingly. Behind you, you can see him fisting himself as he takes in your naked body. Suddenly, he’s moving forward, giving your ass a harsh slap and digging his fingers into your skin. You gasp at the feeling, jolting forward slightly and growing even more wet at the motion.
His other hand comes to rest at your waist, pinning you against the sink and holding you steady as he begins to rub his length against your sensitive pussy.
“Wolffe,” you whine, your voice sounding weak and strained even to your own ears.
“I know baby, I’m right here,” he says, dropping the rough façade for a moment and rubbing his thumb on your hip. “Gonna fuck you ‘till you see stars, sweetheart.”
With that final word, he gives a harsh thrust and sheaths himself fully in your pussy. You nearly sob at the feeling of being so full after all of his teasing. The stretch is incredible and it’s almost too much for you to handle. He lets out a low moan and squeezes your hip. His chest comes to rest against your back for a moment and he leaves a soft kiss on the curve of your spine, eyes coming to meet yours in the mirror.
Then his expression changes entirely, taking on a hard edge as he leans back and palms your ass. As he begins to thrust into you, he snakes one hand around your body to rub your sensitive clit, making you gasp. He picks up his pace, his armored thighs hitting you with every stroke.
“Fuck that’s it,” he moans as you clench around him, “Always so fucking tight for me, want to keep my cock buried in this cunt forever.” You let out a whine at his words, arching your back further to take him deeper.
“Look so good like this, taking me where anyone could walk in on us,” Although you know he locked the door, the idea is intriguing. Has he thought about this before?
“See how pretty you look taking my cock?” He asks, his hand moving to your hair and pulling your face up enough to meet your own eyes.
“Love it when you squeeze me – fuck – just like that,” he lets out a growl and pulls you up against him, his hand still working your clit. The new angle has you balancing on your toes while he thrusts up into you, his pace never faltering as he moves his other hand to roughly palm at your breast. You can feel yourself getting close again, so sensitive from the two times he’s edged you already.
“I could just take you back to the booth,” he groans, “Let everyone see how much you love taking my cock, how I’m the only one who can make you feel this way.” He chuckles low in his throat and gives your nipple a harsh twist. “Don’t think my brothers would mind, I saw them enjoying your little show too.” Your eyes snap to his at this and you see he’s looking for your reaction. “Want to show them how ruined you are for anyone else? How I’m the only one who can do this to you?”
“Just you, Wolffe,” you manage to gasp, “You’re the only one who can make me feel like this.” His gaze softens slightly, but he doesn’t slow down, just brings his hand back to your throat and holds you there. He’s not using any real pressure, and you know he’s only doing it to remind you to keep your eyes on yourself as he fucks you senseless.
“Please, I’m so close,” you beg, nearly keening as his fingers between your legs increase their pace.
“Already?” he asks, smiling ferally at your, “You think you’ve been good enough? Think you deserve it after the way you acted? Fucking teasing me in front of my men.” His voice is raw, and you can tell he’s just as close as you are. You can only nod frantically in response, hoping he’ll take pity on you.
“Come for me then, sweetheart. I want you to soak my cock. Better scream my name though. Let everyone here – fuck so tight – let them know who’s making you feel this good.”
With a final pinch to your clit, you come hard around his cock. His hips stutter as you yell his name, your pussy clenching around him. You’re sure people have heard you, but you don’t care, it feels too good. Your head lolls back onto his shoulder and you press a lazy kiss to his neck as he fucks you through your orgasm. His hips have lost some of their rhythm, and you know he’s close.
“Fuck,” he moans, his eyes closing in bliss, “Can’t last much longer with you squeezing me like that.”
“Come for me, Commander,” you whisper into his ear, “Want you to fill me up.” He lets out a loud grunt and his fingers dig into your hips, pulling you close as he reaches his high.
“So good, so perfect,” he chants, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. “Mine,” he growls, biting down on your neck to stifle the moan that follows, his hips stuttering as he comes, cock buried deep in you. You let out a moan at the feel of it, still so sensitive from your own orgasm, and give an involuntary shudder as he stills in you.
His mouth on your jawline brings you back to the present, leaving soft kisses there while his hands support you. Slowly, he pulls out, moaning when he sees the mess he’s made. He brings two fingers down to rub through your folds, gathering his seed, then pushes them into you, watching as you twitch under him.
Grabbing your arms, he gently pulls you up and turns you around to face him, molding his mouth to yours. When he draws away from you, he rubs the pad of his thumb over your swollen lips, flicking his eyes up to meet your gaze.
“Think you can stand on your own sweetheart?” he asks, the beginning of a smile on his lips. You let out a light laugh and give him a playful shove.
“I’m fine, it’s you who should be concerned about that.”
“Why is that?” he asks, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Because I have big plans for you when we get home,” you say, smiling up at him as you shimmy back into your dress, “I may have let you take control this time, but the second we’re out that door I’m in charge.”
His eyes darken as he processes your words. You know he doesn’t give up control easily, but he’s willing to play this little game with you for now. You’re looking forward to the challenge.
i have some august and maul blurbs i would like to post today
[updated] yandere Wolffe headcannons
gender neutral reader He's a brooding, sulky person but he melts like putty when he's around you. But, he's aggressive. to the max. and you thought Wolffe in general was grumpy enough. Wolffe's possessiveness falls on the far end of the spectrum compared to the other clones. His prosthetic eye isn't really helping matters either.
He won't hurt his brothers, but he'll glare at anyone who looks at you for a second too long for his liking. Sometimes his brothers are cheeky enough to flirt to you, and they know damn well it'll piss off Wolffe to no extent. They often get the angriest lecture of their lives and gets assigned to cleaning duties. If he spots someone else flirting with you? that person's gone and avoiding you. doesn't matter if it's a random person or a close friend, or if it was a joke, one glare from Wolffe is enough for them to avoid you all together. if it doesnt work Wolffe might just hit up Boost and Sinker and threaten the person to back off or else
'do not come near them again.'
His grips are tight and possessive and his general appearance is enough to make anyone stay away from the 2 of you at a 1 mile-radius. He keeps a hand on you at all times, whether it be an arm grip or waist hold. The only time you get space is when he goes on missions, but when he comes back he's gonna be more clingy than usual.
wherever you go, he goes. it's kinda like, where one is, the other one will be nearby. he isn't big on pda, but his general demeanor towards you and the fact that he follows you around at every opportunity sets the message very clear. you are his.
He hates seeing you laughing with others that are not him. It takes every inch of him to not just march over and pull you out right then and there, giving the poor person you were just talking to a menacing growl- like, he's not even gonna try to hide it. There's a good reason he's called Wolffe.
when you ask him about it, he starts saying about how hard the war has been on him. All the brothers he's lost and all the pressure on him as the commander of his battalion. Basically, he's gonna subtly manipulate you into staying with him.
'you're the only one that keeps me through this war. please don't leave me.'
okay i plan on posting that fluffy fic with wolffe tonight!
if you would like to be tagged, let me know <33
AO3 Link | 3,000 words (approx) | Prologue, Chapter 4
A/N: Fun fact: Chiron comes from Χείρων (Kheiron) meaning hand, so it’s hands of hand. Just a little laugh before we dive into this. (The centaur Chiron also was known for his healing skills, but we’ll get there later). Buckle up for the ride, my friends.
Also, I’m going to take a two week hiatus from this story to work on my final exams and papers and wrapping up retrograde. Next chapter planned for May 17th.
Chapter Summary: Wolffe and Fox reunite as Forty-Seven closes in on his prey.
Riyo sat on the cheap couch with her hands folded in her lap as she watched Fox pace back and forth.
“I don’t even know what to say to him.”
“You could start with a ‘hello’ and see how the conversation goes from there.” She stood up to stand in his path, blocking his pacing as she reached up to take his face in her hands. “It’s Wolffe, Fox.”
Fox closed his eyes and let her draw him down into a kiss. “He’s going to hate me.”
“He’s going to hate your beard if anything.” She smiled sweetly up at him as she let her hands fall to smooth down the scruff. “It’s not regulation.”
Fox allowed himself a light chuckle before a knock on the door brought back the tension into his body.
Riyo gently touched her forehead to his chin before she walked to the door, checking the camera first to confirm the visitor’s identity. Fox stood back as she embraced the helmetless stormtrooper before ushering him inside, closing the door behind him when he stopped, gaze fixed on Fox.
Fox’s lips moved to form a greeting, but no sound came out.
Wolffe let out a small cry and ran across the room, helmet falling to the ground from his grip. Fox rushed to meet him, their combined motion almost throwing them to the floor when they embraced. When Wolffe’s knees gave out from under him, Fox fell to the floor with him, arms still locked around his shoulders.
“It was you.” Wolffe whispered.
“Yeah, it was me.” Fox confirmed, fighting back tears as he gripped Wolffe tighter. This was the man who had grown up at his side, with whom he had spent so many nights on Kamino dreaming about the day the Jedi would come for them. The man Fox had encouraged when he’d lost faith in the Jedi, then had laughed with in the bars of Coruscant as he had told him what his Jedi was really like. The man who had sat silently before him in Riyo’s apartment, refusing to talk about the day the Chancellor’s order had been given. And now, the man on the verge of tears as he gripped Fox even tighter.
“I hate you. I really hate you.” Wolffe released the embrace to take Fox’s face in his hands. “Kriff, Fox, you’ve really let yourself go without me.”
“It’s a disguise.”
“It’s an abomination is what it is.” Wolffe’s expression softened. “Fox. You’re alive.”
“I wanted to tell you. Really, Wolffe. I did.”
“I understand.” Wolffe moved his hands back to cup the back of Fox’s head and pulled his forehead forward to rest against Wolffe’s. “I understand.”
Fox closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation of Wolffe’s shoulders rising and falling under his hands, the hot air of his breath on his face. They were both alive, and they were together.
“Was the assassination faked?” Wolffe asked when they had pulled away.
“No, it was real.”
Wolffe turned back towards Riyo, standing politely near the door. “Did you find out who it was?”
“It wasn’t against me.” She said with a tight smile. “Fox and Thire were investigating a mole in the Senate, and they found out.”
“Jek faked my death when I was in the medbay.” Fox continued. “Swapped the paperwork for me and a shiny with a similar wound. He died, then he died again when his number was recorded as going to a warehouse improperly storing munitions. And I was free.”
“Jek.” Wolffe mused over the name. “He was Thire’s batchmate. Thire made him a commander when he took over the guard.”
“Do you know what happened to him?” Riyo asked.
Wolffe shook his head. “No. His file hasn’t been updated since the Guard was disbanded. Not that that’s unusual right now. Cody’s file hasn’t been updated either, he just disappeared.”
Fox closed his eyes as he took in a deep breath. “Do you think they’re still alive?”
“I don’t know. Maybe they were reassigned to places that don’t exist, if you catch my drift, or the Empire doesn’t want to report the real number of casualties they’ve inflicted on us.” Wolffe paused in thought. “How did you get away from the Empire?”
“I brought Fox back to Pantora with me, then we bounced around on some freighters until we got to Numidian Prime. It’s a backwater; everyone there is either a criminal or fleeing from the Empire. We fit right in.”
“That sounds nice.” Wolffe mused.
“You should come back with us.” Riyo said, catching Fox by surprise. Even more surprising was when Wolffe didn’t immediately protest.
“I couldn’t.” Wolffe said after some thought.
“Why not?” Riyo pressed, looking to Fox for approval, which he quickly nodded.
And Wolffe didn’t have a response for that.
“Wolffe, this could be your only way out.” Fox reached over and gently squeezed Wolffe’s shoulder.
“I couldn’t intrude on you two. I couldn’t bring down the Empire on you.” Wolffe tried to protest.
“Do you think the Empire really gives a damn about you?” Riyo said.
“I’d have to go back to base, get a few things. I couldn’t keep you from your ambassadorial role, Riyo.”
“Wolffe, don’t pretend you didn’t realize that was banthashit the moment you saw Fox. Come with us. We’ll get a cheap ship so that you won’t be recognized on public transit and we’ll sell it when we get back to Numidian Prime. Or keep it for road trips, I don’t care.”
Wolffe sighed, looking down into his lap before raising his head to look back at Fox and Riyo. “Okay.”
Forty-Seven watched down the scope of his rifle as Wolffe exited the hotel, immediately mounting his speeder and heading back towards the base. “Target is leaving.”
“What was he doing?” The Third Sister asked over the comm.
“He was at a hotel. Business, perhaps.”
“Or treachery.” She reminded him.
Forty-Seven pursed his lips. “I’m going to continue tailing him. I’ll report in any findings.”
“Praise the Empire.” The Third Sister said before ending the comm.
Forty-Seven stood up, slinging the sniper rifle over his back as he made his way back through the tall grasses to his speeder. He should have been mad that he was the only one on the ground, the Third Sister and their purge troopers waiting on the ship, but he found that he was just glad to be alone.
Wolffe didn’t meet Seeley’s gaze as he walked back into the room and started rifling through his drawers.
“Going somewhere?” Seeley asked when Wolffe pulled out a bag.
“That’s none of your business.” Wolffe snapped as he threw his blacks into the bag on top of the silver-grey armor he had once worn.
“So, yes.” Seeley sat up, throwing his legs over the edge of the bed. “Why?”
“None of your business.” Wolffe growled, throwing the bag over his shoulder and turning to leave. He was surprised when he turned around to close the door and found Seeley in his face.
“It’s less suspicious if we both leave the facility.”
“Fuck off.” Wolffe hissed.
Seeley lowered his voice to a whisper. “I’m not coming with you, just walking you out the door so you don’t get caught.”
“You’ll be putting yourself at risk.” Wolffe whispered back.
“It’s not my fault you knocked me out. I’ll even let you punch me for realism’s sake.”
And that was an offer that Wolffe could not refuse. “Pack up a bag yourself. We’re running into town to deep clean our blacks.”
Riyo looked around the small cabin as the salesman continued to speak to Fox.
“Three bunks, she was built with a six-being crew pulling opposite shifts in mind. The idea never really took off and she’ll be fine with two beings unless you’re lifting any heavy cargo, then you’ll want to hire at least two more hands to work the controls.”
“We’re just looking for a ship that runs, cargo isn’t on our minds at the moment.” Fox responded.
“Well, she runs fine. Fully functioning hyperspace and all.”
“So, tell me,” Riyo cut in, “how is this the cheapest ship you’ve got right now if she’s in such good condition?”
“No natives are allowed to leave the planet right now.” The Chironian said. “We’re under strict lockdown from the Empire, and any visitors already have their own ships. Plus,” he gestured down at his body, “this ship isn’t really meant for us. I couldn’t fit on one of these beds if I tried. I have to hire a humanoid to perform maintenance on her since none of my hands can fit. All in all, I’d like to be rid of her.”
Riyo glanced back at Fox, who nodded his approval. “We’ll take it.”
When the paperwork had been signed and the fuel paid for, Riyo made her way back into the ship to find Fox sitting at the controls, running his hands over them. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
“I can.” She laughed and made her way over to stand behind him, kneading her fingers against his shoulders. “You know how to fly, right?”
“Yes, but it’s been a while. I can at least get us on and off the ground.”
“Then let’s get off the ground and go meet up with Wolffe.” She squeezed his shoulders a last time before taking the seat in the co-pilot’s chair.
“Alright. C’mon, baby girl.” Fox murmured as he set his hands on the controls.
Riyo’s grip tightened on the armrests as the ship’s engines roared to life. Then her momentary fear was forgotten as the world around fell away into blue sky and she leaned forward to watch as they flew over the grassy plains towards the coordinates they had decided on with Wolffe. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Fox turned to smile over at her before looking back at the controls. “There’s the spot.”
“I don’t see Wolffe yet.”
“He’ll be here soon.” Fox promised before quieting as he focused on bringing the ship down slowly onto a clear patch of grass.
The moment the engine quieted, Riyo shot up to run down to the boarding ramp, Fox following after her. “So, what are we going to name her?” She asked as they waited for the ramp to descend.
“I haven’t thought of it.” Fox confessed.
“Then think about it.” The ramp still, she nearly ran down to peer at the rocky hills around them for any sign of white armor.
“Don’t put this on me.” He laughed as he joined her. “This is our ship, so we need to name it together.”
She spun bac around to face him. “Then let’s wait and get Wolffe’s opinion on the matter.”
“What in the nine hells.”
Riyo turned back around to find Wolffe and another helmeted stormtrooper with an orange pauldron approaching.
“Fox?” He and Wolffe stopped before them and the stormtrooper removed his helmet, revealing a familiar, shocked face. “I thought you were dead.”
Fox’s eyes flit towards Wolffe. “You and Seeley? Really?”
“I didn’t know you had a connection.” Wolffe said with confusion on his face.
“I was his commander.”
“You were a Corrie?”
“It never seemed like the right time to tell you.”
“What the fuck, Seeley.”
“Target acquired.” Forty-Seven’s finger wavered on the trigger, the crosshair directly on the stormtrooper commander beside Wolffe. The man was now helmetless, the shot would fell him without effort, but something caused Forty-Seven’s resolve to tremble and he withdrew his finger from the trigger, laying it back against the side of the trigger-guard. He couldn’t see from this angle how many people there were on the ground, and he still needed the element of surprise. “I’m going to engage.”
“This captain-” Fox began.
“Commander.” Seeley corrected.
“-was a pain in my ass for the entire, unpleasant year we knew each other. I’m surprised Thire didn’t chuck you off a speeder and call it an accident.”
Seeley’s expression wavered for a moment at Thire’s name. “My relationship with Thire changed, Fox, after you left.”
“And what good did that do him?” Fox growled.
Riyo and Wolffe lunged at the same time, Riyo grabbing Fox’s hand as Wolffe pinned both of Seeley’s arms behind his back.
“You don’t have a right to say anything about what happened! Let me go, Wolffe. You left him to die!”
“Don’t say that as if you didn’t idly stand by while it happened!”
“Fox,” Wolffe cut in in a soft voice. “Stop.”
“Don’t take his side!” Fox protested as Wolffe released Seeley’s arms.
The events of the next few seconds happened too quickly for Riyo to process them. One moment the three men were at each other’s throats, the next she found herself being shoved behind a helmeted Seeley as Wolffe fell to the ground, wrapped in a stun net. Glancing around Seeley’s arm, she saw a black-armored stormtrooper approaching them, tossing aside the net gun.
“Fox, don’t.” She tried to protest, knowing that he would have never run from a fight. But his blaster had been left onboard the ship. And so he darted to meet the purge trooper before the other man could draw his blaster, knocking him to the ground. “Let’s get Wolffe.” She whispered to Seeley.
“Right.” He agreed, keeping himself between her and the purge trooper as they ran to Wolffe’s side.
“If we don’t all die, tell Fox I blame him for this one.” Growled Wolffe.
“Will do.” Riyo promised as she searched for a way to cut the electricity. She and Seeley were so deep in thought that she almost didn’t notice the purge trooper’s helmet spinning on the ground by her foot. What she did notice though, was the raised voices in the same cadence.
“I lost everything.”
“You had a choice to make!”
“Not as a clone.”
Riyo turned to see the purge trooper pinning Fox to the ground.
“You and I, and Stone, and Thorn, and Jek, Rys, Scout, Faryn, Impulse, Kilo, Bravo, we never had a choice! And we never will. We can’t even kill ourselves; they took that out of us. We don’t get even to choose when we die. I’ve never had a choice.”
Fox made a noise that sounded like a cry of pain before she realized it was a choked breath.
“No.” She murmured as she rose to run to Fox’s side.
“Riyo.” Wolffe warned, trying to grab a hold of her but still too restrained by the net.
Only afraid of losing Fox, she ran to the purge trooper’s side. She knew that voice, and there had been one name missing from his recitation. “Thire, stop.” She fell to her knees beside the two brothers, reaching out to lay one hand on Thire’s shoulder, the other on his wrist. “Please.” She tried to keep her voice steady, despite the desperation rising in her at Fox’s light gasps. “Thire, please. Don’t take him from me.” For a few long seconds, she sat in fear at the unwavering expression on Thire’s face. Then Fox took in a deep shuddering breath as Thire relinquished his grip and Riyo let out a sob of relief. She reached for Thire’s hands, only for him to draw them away as he slowly rose to his feet. Riyo gently pulled Fox’s head into her lap before she looked up at Thire. “I remember a time when you would have died for him.”
Thire paused before responding. “I do too.”
“My orders.” He said without hesitation.
“Put your hands up now!” Wolffe ordered, free from the net with his gun drawn, Seeley at his side. But where Wolffe was unyielding, Seeley’s blaster wavered before he slowly lowered it.
“Thire?” He asked, taking a step forward.
“Ilven.” Thire’s tone was as blank as his face as he took the man in.
“Oh gods.” Seeley whispered as he quickly closed the distance between him and Thire, freezing when Thire held out a hand to stop him from enveloping him in his arms.
Slowly, Thire removed his gloves before reaching around to the back of his neck and pressing something small into Seeley’s hands, whispering something she couldn’t hear.
Seeley took one moment to glance at it before he threw his arms around Thire, burying his face in Thire’s neck as Thire mirrored the motion, wrapping his arms around Seeley’s back. And Riyo understood why Wolffe had stepped in to defend Seeley against Fox’s accusations.
Thire only allowed the embrace for a few moments before he gently untangled Seeley’s arms from his neck and took a step back. “You need to leave. All of you, while you still can.”
“Come with us.” Riyo begged as she helped Fox to his feet.
Thire shook his head as he stepped further away from them. “I can’t.”
“Why not?” She argued.
“Let me come with you then.” Seeley interjected.
Thire shook his head again. “They’ll kill you or torture you for information. I’m not losing you again.”
“And what will Vader do to you?” Riyo cut back in.
“I’ll be fine. You four won’t. Get out of here and disappear.”
“He’s right.” Wolffe stepped forward to grab Seeley’s arm. “Riyo, get Fox. We’re leaving.”
“Thire.” Riyo begged even as she helped Fox to his feet, trying to ignore the wheezing of his breath.
“I’ll be fine.” Thire attempted a soft smile towards her before turning on his heel and walking back up the hill he had come down from.
“Let’s go.” Wolffe ordered, tugging a reluctant Seeley after him towards the ship.
Thire sat on a rock as he watched the ship’s engines fire up. Only when he could no longer see the grey shape in the clear blue sky did Forty-Seven raise his comm. “I failed.”
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so i have this prompt in my head where it's a day off for one of the clone commanders/captains. he wants to take you to the marketplace in coruscant to help you pick out some flowers and plants, because he feels bad he's been working so much.
who should i write with it? i'm thinking:
please help i cannot decide.
Commander Wolffe x Princess!Reader, mentions of Rush Clovis x Princess!Reader(but we're not gonna dive too much into that one because yuck!)
Warnings: Mentions of death several times, mentions of violence and war, and the three A's(Argument, Anger and Angst)
Costume inspo for reader
Gif and picture used for inspo are not mine! All credit goes to the wonderful creators!
A/N 2.0: Okay so I was re-reading this in writing part 2. I realized that I wanted to format the story to include a prologue with no interactions between the reader and Wolffe till pt.1.
A/N: Okay I posted this a couple days ago but didn't really like it all that much. So I reedited it and reformatted it, just tweaking some stuff.
Orignal A/N: So this was a rewritten version of the soulmate!AU and I thought it fit better with Wolffe than it did Rex, so here we are. Most of the Wolffe x Reader is towards the end. Also there is an open ending for a pt 2 because I found it impossible to end this on a high note and include all the elements I wanted(so let me know if you want a part 2!). Anyways, I am always open to feedback(and requests if you like my writing) or if you just wanna talk
“Your highness, I have a list of prospective suitors that you may want to have a look at!” One of your mother’s advisors came running down the halls in haste towards you.
You quickly turned away from them, using your sleeve to wipe away any tears before they could criticize you for crying in the palace halls.
The only way you could give voice to your grief as you had learned within the past couple of days, was in private. Everyone else in the Royal Court had seemingly moved on, unmoved by the tragedy that had afflicted your family and your blood line.
Your brother’s body was probably still warm. But, everyone you thought might have expressed some emotion had seemingly moved on without a second thought. Their priority had shifted towards you and your new role. The one that previously belonged to your brother.
You were to take his place as the successor to the throne and the only person who could produce the next royal heir. Every conversation about your passed brother quickly turned to a debacle of responsibilities and duties you would have to prepare to take on. Or they would bring up the worst topic of your future husband.
“Just choose whoever my parents will like best,” You replied, looking out of the closest windows. Trying your best to hide hopelessness in your voice.
“Yes your highness, right away. Also your mother has requested for a fitting in two days,” He responded, “She chose a boutique in the fashion district and already has some dresses she liked put aside for you to try,”
You closed your eyes so you could roll them in private. Of course your mother would be the one to have already scheduled a fitting for a dress. Nonetheless the same day as your brother’s body was supposed to be transported back to lay in the palace throne room.
Your brother, whose life had been taken in violence due to the war and as a result had caused you to be losing yours. When he was alive, you were second-in-line to the throne. Sitting behind him and your father who ruled sick from his bed. Then, even though you were only one spot behind where you were now in succession to the throne, you had much more control over your life. It was a freedom you didn’t even bother to notice until it was gone along with your sibling.
There was an assumption that you would never rule. That it would never come to that.
Your brother was more than prepared to take on the crown. He was always the calm of the sea while you were the ocean’s hurricane. He was perfectly groomed to take the throne. While you dug your feet into the ground and slung a line of curses at your mother when she forced you to do anything diplomatic.
Your brother was primed to be married after he returned from the war. Your mother already had a slew of women picked out. Together they would produce multiple heirs. Therefore, pushing you down the line with every future prince or princess born so that ultimately you would never sit on the throne.
Yet, that idea became a fantasy when he was killed by Separatist forces and you had your life robbed away. You looked to the future and thought it would be impossible to enjoy your last nights of freedom before you were to be married to someone not for love but for your newfound duty to your people.
“Your highness, Senator Rush Clovis’s ship is scheduled to land any moment now. Would you like to meet him at the landing pad?” Your handmaiden informed you, walking in with several others, all in the same outfit. They all had a section of your outfit for that day in their hands. Everything from the necklace you would wear to the laces on your corset.
“No,” You simply replied to her as you dotted your cheeks with red, “I’ll greet him at dinner tonight,”
You knew your mother would be furious at your decision. A betrothed not meeting her future husband upon his arrival was unheard in your culture. But now that you were next in line to the throne, by law, you technically outranked her, the queen consort.
You were also still resentful of the decision your parents had made. When you were grieving and thought it would be best to leave it up to your parents to decide who was to be your future husband, you didn’t think they would choose an outsider.
Your father originally had proposed that one of the young men of royal status such as a Duke would be a good fit. But, your mother had argued that an alliance through marriage to senator of Scipio was far more beneficial and the rest of the royal court agreed.
You hadn’t realized he was the one senator that Padme Amidala had repeatedly told you to stay away from until the ring was on your finger.
“Yes your highness, I will inform the royal court of your decision, and um -also you should know- that, um,” She started stuttering in a low voice.
“Anida” You sat up, addressing your handmaiden, looking at her through the reflection of your mirror, “I’ve known you far longer than anyone else in the royal court and I trust you immensely. You can speak freely in front of me,”
“Yes your highness, It’s just that -well, the senator just informed the royal court that he requested additional security for you from the Grand Army of the Republic, at least until your wedding, possibly even longer,” She explained.
“I don’t need additional security. I don’t want my people to fear me,” You replied before lining your top lip with red.
“I’m afraid the Jedi and his men have already arrived and landed, ahead of your future husband.”
You almost grimaced at the word, husband. Just the thought of your marriage reminded you of your impending future. But, you remained regal and pushed your frustrations down, taking in a deep breath instead.
“Did my parents approve of this extra security?” You asked, really only concerned with your father’s approval because he outranked you. And also, he, unlike your brother, had chosen for your people to remain neutral at the beginning of the war. You knew the presence of a jedi and GAR troopers would most certainly eliminate the idea that you were a neutral planet and convey the message that he was now willing to open negotiations with the Republic.
“They did in fact agree with him, your highness. They thought the senator was right in his choice for this extra protection,” She said as she placed a layer of necklaces on your shoulder and sealing the clasp.
“Okay then, will you please have the guest suites made up then? I would hate for them to have to stay in the barracks far away from the city,” You requested before putting a final red narrow line down the center of your lips.
“Of course your highness,”
“I would also like to meet this jedi, and his men,” You expressed with curiosity, as Anida wrapped a cloak over you and another handmaiden put the final touches on your hair, “Could you have them meet me in the palace gardens in twenty minutes?”