#commander rex x fem!reader

[ethereal-inquisitor]

In the Heat of the Moment

a/n: This is a possible part 1 of 2. This idea hit me in the face as I was rewatching some clone wars. There is no smut to be had in this portion, and if everyone likes it enough, I'll post the NSFW second part once I finish it. Because who doesn't like some sexy Rex times?

Rating: Overall 18+, but there is no smut in this portion

Wordcount: 3000+

Warnings: Angst, angry!Rex, Medic fem!reader, Rex gives cute nicknames, mentions of past sexy times, declarations of love, kind of fluffy?, future sexy times

If you want the smut, let me know!

~*~

“You blatantly disregarded my orders, put yourself and my men in danger, and for what?!” Rex was beside himself as he stared down at you, so angry that he could barely put words together.

You winced. “One of the men was down and hurt. I needed to get to him before the droids did,” you said quietly, fidgeting in place. The other clones around you murmured amongst themselves, thankful for your interference that saved the life of that clone, but the Captain was furious.

“When I give you an order, Medic, I expect you to follow it and not take off on your own as if you have the experience to make those decisions. You are undisciplined, untrained, and a burden that we don’t need. Civvies are worse than shinies, and I am seriously regretting even signing the forms to let you onto this ship.”

Silence fell over the room. No one even breathed as the harsh words fell from Rex’s lips like a slap to the face. You balled your hands into fists at your side, back rigid as you met his gaze. “Well, then, Captain,” you breathed quietly, “this is one burden you won’t have to worry about anymore. Am I dismissed?”

He nodded, eyes wide beneath his helmet as he watched you walk out of the room. That wasn’t what he had meant to say. He was supposed to say that seeing you in danger filled him with a fear he had never known, not once. That the thought of losing you while you plunged headlong into a firefight to save one clone trooper nearly killed him. Seeing you laying on the ground when the explosion hit ripped his soul out of his body. He wanted you safe, whole, and in his arms more than anything he had ever wanted.

But that isn’t what he said.

The men around him shifted uncomfortably.

“Sir,” one of them began, “permission to spe—”

“No. You are all dismissed,” he ordered gruffly. He was going to apologize, immediately, he was going to find you and---

“Captain,” his comm beeped. “Message from General Skywalker incoming.” Rex sighed heavily. He would take care of this, and then he would immediately go to find you. That would give him time to come up with something.

~*~

Immediately ended up being four days later. Finally in a position where they weren’t in danger or constantly fielding issues from the General, Rex hurried down the hall of the ship to the medbay. He had inquired your location from several troopers, but none of them had seen you in at least two days. Since the medbay was fairly self-sufficient, they assumed you holed up in there to avoid, well, him.

He paused at the door and removed his helmet, taking a deep breath and pressing the button to open the doors. The scent of bacta and astringent filled his senses, and he squinted at the bright white light of the entire area. Beds lined the walls, though few of them were being used, thankfully. He looked around, frowning when he didn’t see your form amongst the other medics that milled about.

The closest medic, a clone, lifted his head and straightened. “Captain,” he said, giving a salute. “How can I help you?”

Rex cleared his throat. “I’m…I’m looking for one of the civvie medics.”

The clone arched a brow, a look of concern crossing his features. “Well, there’s only one now. He is in the back helping a trooper with some burns. I can get him for you, or is there something I can help with?”

“What do you mean ‘there’s only one’?” Rex gripped his helmet tightly, expression thunderous.

“Your request to transfer the other medic went through three days ago, sir. She was off the ship the same day. Commander Cody and the 212th were in the area, and they took her to the closest base for her new assignment. Was that not the plan?”

Rex stopped breathing, his mind racing as he tried to remember even seeing your name in paperwork three days ago. He hadn’t slept much, and at this point he barely paid attention to paperwork. Releasing the breath slowly, he realized he very well could have signed the order without reading it. A sick, sinking feeling sat in his belly, and he nodded at the clone medic. “Very good. Thank you, soldier.”

Rex left the medbay and headed for his private quarters. Once there, he commed Cody on a private channel.

The other commander answered groggily, obviously sleeping. “Rex?” He grumbled, “what’s wrong?”

It took Rex a moment to speak, clearing his throat. “Sorry to comm you on your break, Cody, but…”

Cody sighed, immediately aware of what was wrong. “We dropped her off about four hours after we picked her up. She didn’t say a word to us, stayed in her bunk, and left quietly. She didn’t tell us what she was doing, how long the leave was for, or if she would come back afterwards. From what I could gather, Bunny only stayed for you, and with how the two of you left off….”

Rex grit his teeth at the nickname he had given you coming from his brother’s mouth. His chest ached, and he took a deep breath to try and calm himself. “She took leave?”

“S’what the paperwork said. Official leave and then reassignment once returned. We all assumed that you…. Well, with the scene a few days ago… News travels fast. I had to command Waxer not to visit her. Hell, I think he’s half in love with her after that whole broken leg fiasco.” When Rex didn’t respond, Cody winced.

“Look, officially Bunny is taking her leave on Coruscant. Isn’t that where your squad is heading for a little R and R?”

“It is,” Rex grumbled. “We will be there in two days.”

“Then there you go! Grab some flowers, take her to dinner, and tell her you’re sorry.” Cody yawned, and Rex could hear him hit his pillow again. “Tell me how it goes. And Rex?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re an idiot. Cody out.”

~*~

You stared at the screen where you were writing your official resignation. As a civilian, you had taken this job to help with the war, certain your skills in medicine would help. You enjoyed working with the clones, making sure they were healthy and safe.

And then you were assigned to the 501st.

You and Rex had hit it off immediately, and one late night when the adrenaline wore off after a particularly rough battle, your friendship morphed into something more. His lips found yours and…

He was a phenomenal lover, thoughtful and wicked. You had never met someone who took care of you like Rex. These past several months had been terrifying, but Rex had made it into something amazing. Being assigned to the same ship was the best thing to happen to the two of you, as you didn’t have to wait weeks between contacting him. You could be with him when he was off duty, help him when he was sore after battle…

At least, you thought it was the best thing.

Rex’s words echoed through your head again, and you forced the tears down and focused on your resignation letter. You could still help with the war, but perhaps being a medic on a battleship was beyond your skills. It was better for everyone involved that you be as far away from Rex---er, the war, as possible. Who needed civvie doctors when they had clones trained in battlefield medicine and six different ways to kill the enemy?

You put your hands on the keyboard again when your comm went off, and you sighed when the face of your best friend popped up.

“Still at it?” the twilek, Val, asked, sympathy crossing her beautiful features.

“Yeah.”

“Well…I have news. The 501st landed about an hour ago.”

You didn’t respond, but your heart ached at the thought of Rex being so close. You missed him, even when you were this hurt and angry. You chastised yourself silently, telling yourself that you didn’t need him. This would pass.

“Rumor has it that your Commander is asking about you, Bunny.”

You clenched your jaw. “Don’t call me that.”

“Sorry, sorry. Anyway, since you’re flying solo now, wanna come with me to the new club opening? It can take your mind of Captain Asshole, and we can probably find you another clone to absolutely rail you into unconsciousness. It’s what every girl needs after a nasty breakup. I hear Commander Fox is a hunk.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “No, thank you. Maybe once they’re off planet, I will think about coming out with you. I don’t want to risk it just yet.”

She sighs, then gives you a serious look. “If he does manage to find you, call me. I’ll shoot him, clone commander or not. No one breaks my best friend’s heart without me breaking their face.”

You grin, shaking your head at her ridiculousness. “Thanks, Val. Have fun at the club tonight, okay?”

“I’ll get railed in your honor!” With that final quip, the connection drops and it’s just you and your letter.

With another heavy sigh, you toss the datapad on the couch and massage your temples. You needed sleep and a fresh eye before you could finish this. You still had a week of leave before you had to turn it in, so a few more hours wouldn’t hurt.

Standing, you stretched and headed for the bedroom, freezing when your door chimed. You knew who it was before you even opened the door, knew that this was going to happen the moment Val told you they landed. You didn’t breathe, waiting for another chime to confirm you weren’t hallucinating.

There it was.

You knew that you’d have to face him, officially break things off, and survive walking away from him one last time. You just… didn’t want to do it today. But he was standing outside of your door and you knew if you didn’t open it he would kick it down, if only to make sure you weren’t hurt.

Yeah, hurt.

Bracing yourself, you walked to the door and pressed the speaker. “Yes?”

“Er, I…it’s me. Rex?” It sounded like a question, as if he didn’t know whether you’d answer if he said his name.

You pressed your forehead into the door to steady your nerves before you pulled it open, hoping your expression was one of cool indifference. “How can I help you, Captain?” You stared hard at the wall behind his shoulder, too much of a coward to meet his eyes. You couldn’t handle seeing his face right now.

“May I come in?”

“Wouldn’t that be against regulation?” you snarked, immediately regretting it. “I’m sorry, yes. We probably shouldn’t do this out here…” You shifted to give him room to enter your apartment, shutting the door behind him.

He stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, and you let your gaze wander over his broad back, following the lines of his regulation blacks over his torso where he had removed his armor. There was a time not too long ago where you would have ran your hands up the muscles of his back and helped him release the tension he was holding there. Your fingers itched to feel the smooth cloth under your skin.

You moved past him, motioning to the couch. “Please, have a seat. Would you like some caf? I also have this tea from Corellia that is amazing with…” You caught yourself before you babbled too much, face flushing. He loved all the teas you used to suggest to him, stating once that the flavors were something he had never tasted before. “Maybe just water,” you say, more to yourself than him.

He’s standing in the doorway, arms crossed and leaning his shoulder against the frame. He was blatantly staring, taking all of you in like a man starved.

You realized something horrifying at that moment. You were wearing his shirt. It was an old one he was going to throw away several months ago, and you had swiped it, declaring it yours if he didn’t want it. The material was comfortable, and it was so long it hit mid-thigh so you hadn’t thought of putting pants on. Begging a black hole to open up beneath you and swallow you whole, you fidgeted under his warm gaze as words caught in your throat. “I…I should probably change,” you rasp out, waiting for him to move out of the way.

Your voice seemed to pull him out of whatever reverie he was stuck in. “You don’t have to on my account,” he teased, instantly sobering when he met your gaze. He knew he was going to have to corner you for this conversation. Much like the small animal he named you for, you tended to hop around and avoid conflict. That knot in the pit of his stomach tightened as guilt flooded him once more.

You interrupted him before he could open his mouth again. “Look, I know what you’re here for. My final reports will be on your desk when I get back, and the paperwork will be in order before my resignation. I didn’t take anything with me that wasn’t mine to begin with, except this shirt, obviously, and—mmph!”

He was in your space so quickly that you didn’t have time to react. Both of his hands cupped the sides of your head, and he pressed a kiss lightly to your lips to quiet you. The groan he let out was entirely unintentional, but when he pulled back, he pressed this thumb to your lips to keep you quiet. He took in the sight of your flushed face and wide eyes, tempted to kiss you again, but he refrained. “I’m going to speak now, and I’d like you to listen, okay?”

You nodded, tempted to either suck his thumb into your mouth or bite him. Possibly both. Stars, what is wrong with you? You should be furious with him, rageful, but all you want is to lose yourself in him until this past week just disappears. Damn him.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the things I said, the way I handled it, and for taking so long to come and find you.” The look on his face was so sincere that it broke your heart. You could feel how genuine this apology was, so you stayed silent and waited for him to finish.

He took a breath and continued. “You had every right to request a transfer after how I handled things, and I will understand if you never want to see me again after this, but I have to tell you. What it did… to me. Seeing you laying there on the ground next to that trooper. For a split second, I thought…” His next breath was shaky, as if the mere memory was traumatic for him. “I’ve never felt true fear, not really, until I watched you run headlong into blaster fire to save someone. And when the explosions tore up the environment around you and the smoke cleared…you were laying there next to him so still.”

If you didn’t know better, you’d say his hands were shaking as his thumb slid over your lower lip.

He leaned in, so close you could almost feel his lips ghosting over yours. “I can’t lose you, Bunny. I would rather face a thousand droids than see you like that again. My temper got the best of me in the heat of the moment. I will get on my knees to beg your forgiveness, but I don’t think my heart will survive another stunt like that.” He pressed his forehead to yours, breathing in your presence.

You slid your hands up to grasp his wrist, and he pulled back to look at you. “I’m sorry I worried you,” you said quietly. “I didn’t mean… I saw someone hurt and I wanted to help. You hurt me, though, Rex. In front of your men. You made me promise that our jobs and our relationship wouldn’t clash, and you…”

“I know, Bunny. I have no excuse. Other than the fact that I love you more than my own life,” he said quietly, almost as if the admission were ripped out of him unintentionally.

You still, eye wide. “W-what?”

“I love you. I love the way you say my name, the way you care for my brothers, the way you look when I kiss you. I love the stars in your eyes when you see a new planet, the fire in them when you glare at a clone for ripping his stitches, and the way your voice cracks right before you reach your peak.” Hie eyes are dark, and his lips tilt up just a little at the corner in a smug smirk. “I love the way you say my name then, as well.” His left hand travels down to the center of your chest, fingertips brushing over the fabric of his blacks. “Your heart beats so fast when I’m near you, just like a bunny.”

“It’s because I love you, too, you big jerk,” you grumble, trying to mask your tears with a gruff reply.

His eyes widen a little in surprise, as if it never occurred to him that you would say it back. His jaw dropped, and you nearly giggled at the look of bafflement crossing his handsome features. You gently pushed at the bottom of his jaw to close his mouth, standing on your tiptoes to press your lips chastely to his.

His arms automatically found their way to your waist, holding you gently as he processed this new information. “You love me?”

“I’ve loved you since the moment you kissed me under the stars, Captain. Before then, actually. I just never wanted to pressure you.”

“Cody called me an idiot.”

“You are sometimes,” you tease.

“Can I make it up to you?”

“I do believe you mentioned something about being on your knees…”

PART 2 (Here be smut)

#commander rex x reader #rex x reader #commander rex x fem!reader #captain rex #i'm so bad at tagging #i thirst for this man #first rex fic in a while #forgive all the mistakes

[coffeeandbatboys]

CLONESHIPPERS DNI

All fics involving clones here and on Ao3 are cl*onecest free. If you tag any as such, I will block you.

Long Fics:

THIS PROMISE OF HOPE SEMI FIX-IT AU (The Clone Wars/The Bad Batch on Ao3)

Fox

Hold me close Mesh'la—Fox x Reader

Take Care-Fox x Reader

Unnamed Fox x Fem!Reader Drabble

The 501st

Riye—Domino Twins Reunion Fix-It

Always Good to have a Medic on Hand (Jesse & Kix)

The Circle (Fives & Echo)

Find me and don’t let go—Rex x Fem!Reader Part 2

Cuddles—Rex x Reader

Can’t Take My Eyes Off You—Rex x Fem!reader

Dumbass—Fives x Reader

The softest mornings—Fives x Reader

My Mesh'la —Fives x Reader

Flowers—Fives x Reader

About Porgs—Fives x Reader

Gray—Kix x Mechanic!reader

Insatiable—Jesse x Fem!reader

Wolffe

Battle Scars—Wolffe x Reader

His Pack—Wolffe x Fem!Reader

TBB Characters

Flimsi Love Notes (Tbb!Echo x Reader)

Fall (Tcw&Tbb!Echo x Reader)

Whiskey—Tcw!Echo x Reader

Girls Day—Howzer x Fem!Reader

I love a rainy night—Howzer x Reader

At Last—Howzer x Wife!Reader

Fate—Mayday x Reader

My Home—Mayday x Fem!Reader

dividers by the wonderfully talented @saradika

#star wars the clone wars #Star Wars the bad batch #commander wolffe x reader #commander fox x reader #arc trooper fives x reader #Echo and fives #domino twin reunion #domino twins #captain rex x reader #captain rex x female reader #rex x reader #tbb rex #captain rex #Rex x fem!reader

[knightprincess]

Forgive Me (Echo x Medic Reader) Part 19

Words: 2K Warnings: None - Does mention Clone Rebellion Pronouns used: She/Her - (Y/N) and (Y/L/N) also used

"Calm yourself, Echo," called Rex as he put the freighter he shared with the Arc Trooper and Gregor on autopilot. "Wolffe won't let anything happen to her, whether they're together or not," added the great captain, swiveling the pilot's chair around to face his companions, noticing Gregor seemed preoccupied with something. 

"She's with him," confidently replied Gregor, throwing his feet on the dashboard as he leaned back and relaxed a little more, a grin appearing across his lips mere moments later. "Didn't you hear?" asked the Commando, not wording he'd recognize Snap's giggle anywhere, especially when he purposely wound up Wolffe. 

"How do you know it was (Y/N) and not some civvie Wolffe picked up?" asked Echo, almost as if he assumed Wolffe was similar to Fives and Jesse, even Gregor himself, when it comes to the charm and ladies. His question only served to amuse Gregor, who loudly laughed while Rex shook his head as if trying to rid himself of unwanted mental images. 

"Wolffe ..." started Rex with a sigh before stopping, almost as if he searched for the right words. "He doesn't trust those outside of his circle, especially civvies..." continued the great captain, recalling the times in 79's when Wolffe had been somewhat relaxed but still on guard. "After the judgment and fear he received because of his eye, he grew colder to outsiders," explained Rex, trying to word the explanation in the kindest ways possible, determined not to offend the Commander even if he wasn't there. 

"Upon my return from The Void, I was assigned as her protector alongside Gruffles; I'd recognize her laughter anywhere," answered Gregor, once again nicknaming Wolffe, similar to how he'd nicknamed others around him based on their personality and his knowledge of them. "Plus, we have Cody's account; that has to count for something," he added, returning his gaze to the ordinary colors of hyperspace, almost welcoming the distraction despite knowing it wouldn't last long. 

"You'll see her soon enough. I'm sure Snap will be just as thrilled to see you as you are for her," spoke Rex, changing the subject to the impending reunion once more, almost seeing the irony. The scenario was almost an exact repeat of before, except now it was just Rex himself and Gregor instead of Clone Force 99, General Skywalker, and Rex. Instead of returning to a military base of operations on Anaxes, Snap is within the ranks of the GAR, serving with the 501st. Now, she was touring the length of the galaxy with Wolffe, hiding from the empire and their unknown desires and motivations. 

"I'll tell her about her family," voiced Gregor, seemingly lost in the swirls of hyperspace, although it was clear he was thinking of an impending reunion too. Rex and Echo glanced at each other, both still debating if it was a good idea to tell her Devika was the only family she truly had left. Octavius and Isolde had both been killed at the end of the war, and (Y/N)'s parents and other immediate family members had been killed not long after for one reason or another. Her parents vocally protested what happened at the Military Base. The others for trying to protect both Snap and Devika. "Good idea or not, Snap deserves to know the truth. It's better it comes from someone she trusts than allowing the imps to weaponize it." 

"Where is Devika now?" asked Echo, recalling the younger woman with a love for politics. Despite everything, she stood as a fighter for Clone Rights alongside senators Chuchi, Organa, and Mon Mathma. "I don't recall seeing her around the senate building," added the Arc Trooper, concern beginning to flood his voice, even more so when Omega had mentioned some she'd met when with Riyo. 

"The Queen of Naboo extended an invitation to her, she's been helping survives of the purge get away and hide" replied Rex, recalling briefly meeting the young politician when on Naboo before, at first he thought she was (Y/N), the two being almost identical. "The queen keeps her protected until the times right for her to return to the Senate, likely as a fully-fledged senator," added the great captain, hearing Gregor chuckle, noticing something few others seemed to recognize. 

"I wonder if they did that on purpose?" questioned Gregor, purposely being vague with his line of thought. Another chuckle fled his lips mere moments later upon glancing at Echo and Rex, seeing the confusion written across their features. "Snap and Wolffe running across the galaxy is distracting the imps to the point they haven't even realized Devika is probably the bigger threat. One refuses to give the empire what they want out of sheer stubbornness, and the other is basically building a rebellion," explained the Commando, seeing the irony in the situation. Almost as if the (Y/L/N) sisters had used the divide and conquer tactic against the empire. 

"If that was planned, they're doing a good job at it," replied Echo, a proud grin coming to his lips, even more so when their plan seemed to be working. "Tech would be proud," laughed the Arc Trooper, thinking of how Tech and the rest of the Bad Batch would respond. 

"So would the rest of the boys," added Rex, knowing all their brothers would be proud of what the (Y/L/N) sisters had managed to do, even if it was unintentional. "And General Skywalker," he added, thinking of the unorthodox Jedi Knight he'd served under for the entirety of the war. Deep down, Rex liked to think the General would be pleased his creative thinking had rubbed off the civvie medic and the senator. "I think Senator Amidala would be proud too; I'm sure if she was still here, she'd be doing as Devika is now," sorrowfully added Rex, sadness glimmering in his eyes to think of all those lost at the end of the war for various reasons. 

"Speaking of planned things," started Gregor, pulling his feet from the dashboard, being careful not to catch any buttons and leavers. "How do you plan to sway old Wolffee to join your rebellion?" curiously worded the Commando, suspecting it would be no easy feat to convince the Commander to join the ranks of the growing clone rebellion. "And the rest of Clone Force 99?" he added with haste, suspecting Rex had a plan to convince the three remaining lads of the Bad Batch to join them. 

"Hunter, Tech, and Wrecker have Omega to think about; her safety is the number one priority for them," voiced Rex, acknowledging in order for the rest of the bad batch to fight, they would have to be sure Omega would be protected. "As for Wolffe, it shouldn't be much trouble; convincing Snap will be far harder," he replied, knowing the plan Cody had thought of would certainly help, but it relied on (Y/N) and put her in more danger than she was already in. It involved putting her into the heart of the empire's secret goings-on. 

"Convince Snap of what?" asked Echo, quickly deciphering he wasn't going to like the answer. Still, he pushed the growing fear and judgment of the situation aside to listen with a clear mind. Rex could only sigh, whereas Gregor clearly displayed his disagreement with Cody's plan; even if it would help them, he was still insistent it wasn't worth the risk. 

"Before Cody went looking for General Kenobi, he shared a plan with Rex. It would help with the rebellion and freeing our brothers, but it will also put (Y/N) in the heart of all the danger," worded Gregor, displeasure dripping from his normally smooth voice as he slumped back into the co-pilot chair he'd occupied as if protesting against the idea once again. 

"We know clones within the imperial ranks and prisons are disappearing. They're transferred to a secret facility somewhere and never heard from or mentioned again. Cody theorized they were doing experiments on them, he'd heard whispers of a top secret project, Death or Dark Troopers" wearily began Rex as if he was doubting his own judgement for agreeing with the idea in the first place. It was dangerous, and (Y/N) was no soldier, "Snap was supposed to be transferred to the Advanced Science Division when the war ended, but Wolffe, with help from Fox, got to her first. The Science Division is also involved in the disappearances; at first, I thought it was a coincidence, but the more time that passes, the more I believe whoever runs the division had a purpose for wanting (Y/N)," added Rex, sighing as the truth was slowly dawning on him, why the empire wanted to send Snap to such as place. 

"To use her as a weapon against us," voiced Gregor, pointing out the obvious answer as well as displaying his disagreement with practically handing Snap to the Science Division on a silver platter. "We clones are loyal to her. We're her army. Who better to use against us?" added the Commando, thinking like the enemy to come to the only logical answer there was. Snap wasn't going to join the empire willingly; the imperials knew it, so her purpose was to be a tool, leverage to force clones to do what the imperials wanted. 

"I agree with Gregor," stated Echo, not willing to put Snap in danger, especially if there was another way to get what they needed without taking such a risk. "I know (Y/N) would be willing to do this, especially if it meant furthering something she believed in, but I couldn't bear it if she were hurt or killed. I almost lost her once; I can't take that risk knowing this time she might not come back," added the Arc Trooper for once, listening to his heart rather than his head. Finally, he admitted how it felt being parted from Snap for almost a year, how it felt like he had lost her. He'd already mourned what could have been had the war ended differently, mourned the life he could have shared with her. He didn't want to go through the grief of actually losing her, as he had done with so many brothers, as he had done with Fives and Jesse, and so many others.

"Told you," victoriously spoke Gregor. "Old Wolffee isn't gonna be a walk in the park either."  

"And if Snap agrees to the plan?" asked Rex, knowing the opinions of his brothers mattered, but so did (Y/N)'s. What would they do if she agreed to do as Cody suggested? What would any of them do if she willingly joined the Advanced Science Division as a mole? "I know Wolffe would protest, but he'd also do what he could to protect her, even if that meant telling her she's an idiot," added the great Captain, recognizing the danger and Wolffe protesting. After all, protecting Snap was the only duty Wolffe likely felt he had left; there was little doubt the Commander wouldn't be so quick to let it go, especially if he were aware the civvie medic still needed him as much as he needed her. 

"I would reluctantly agree. I know better than to argue back with her," quietly replied Gregor, as if he were a cadet again being scolded on Kamino. After all, he was well aware it was pointless trying to convince Snap not to do something, especially if she'd already made her mind up about it. "I'd do everything in my power to make sure she's as safe as possible and has the support needed to complete her mission." 

"I would say try and convince her otherwise, but I know she's more stubborn than a Rancor at feeding time," commented Echo, knowing his Civvie Medic could be far more determined and stubborn than the best of soldiers. She could be more savvy than the politicians in the Senate if she had to be, and she was as fearless as the Jedi once were. But that didn't mean he wasn't afraid of losing her; they'd both survived one war, but there was no guarantee they would survive another; the Empire was far crueler than both the republic and the separatists combined, cold and ruthless when it came to dealing with their enemies. 

Series Masterlist

#star wars #the bad batch #reader insert #the clone wars #reader interactive #captain rex #star wars fanfiction #arc trooper echo #commander wolffe #captain gregor #clone rebellion #chapter 19 #commander cody #forgive me (echo x medic reader) #medic reader #fem reader #cross posted on quotev #cross posted on ao3 #cross posted on wattpad

[the-bad-batch-baroness]

Grief Stricken

Fives x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your perfect life is shattered into a million pieces after your beloved Fives is murdered. Overcome with grief, you decide to take out your revenge on the man responsible for his death. 

Pairing: Fives x Fem!Reader

Characters: Fives, Rex, Fox

Tags & Warnings: established relationship, fluff, romance, kissing, cuddling, death, grief, mourning, funeral, hurt/no comfort, angst, alcohol, drugged alcohol, seduction, violence, revenge, premeditated murder, borderline dark fic, unhinged fem!reader

Word Count: 7.2k

Author's Note: Apologies in advance to the Fox girlies! I did not villainize your boy, but wrote him like any other military police type. That man is a victim too. I stylized this fic as a back and forth from present to past. So, if you remove all the pieces and rearrange them chronologically, the story would still flow correctly. Also, the last few scenes were written to "Cheap Thrills" by Sia, so that's the vibe there. Bonus, if you want to cry, listen to "Somewhere Only We Know" by Keane (Rhianne Cover).

PLEASE DO NOT IMITATE. This is fiction and fiction only. If you or someone you love is struggling with grief, please reach out to get professional help!

@clonexreaderbingo Square: Fox

You stand speechless beside the open casket, staring down at the lifeless corpse inside, wondering how you arrived at this moment.

The morning light breaks through the curtains and gently wakes you from your slumber. You feel his warm body wrapped around yours in half-a-sleep snuggles as a pot of caf percolates in the kitchen. You nuzzle your face into his outstretched arm, breathing in his scent as he rustles under the covers. You wonder how you became so lucky as to have such a wonderful man like Fives in your life. He is your everything. Strong, brave, handsome, and an absolute love-bug. 

It’s a struggle at times, when he has to go on missions, but you always wait patiently for him to come home with hugs and kisses at the ready. He always greets you at the door with a big smile and squishes you as hard as he can without hurting you. You know he enjoys coming home as much as you do, and the time you get to spend with him is your favorite. You both dream about what your life together will look like after the war and come up with all sorts of grandiose plans.

You roll yourself over to look at him, his eyes still closed, lips slightly parted, and breathing softly. Resting peacefully without a single care. You smile and gently press your lips against his. It takes a moment, but he kisses you back tenderly while sliding a hand through your hair and behind your ear to pull you closer. You stay like that for a moment, lips locked in a loving embrace of pure bliss. As your lips finally part, you gasp and take in a much needed breath.

“Am I suffocating you?” Fives jokes with a small laugh as he props his head up with his hand. He looks lovingly into your eyes. You stare back into his glistening brown eyes. They’re deep and dark and would swallow you whole if they could.

“Just a little,” you giggle back. You scoot forward and nestle your head under his chin and breathe deeply. These are the moments you live for, the ones where it’s just the two of you and the rest of the world isn’t allowed to intrude. At this moment, it’s just you and him. No war. No missions. No fights. No weapons. Just two people madly in love.

Fives is the first to pull away from the embrace, but gives you another small kiss for good measure. He pulls back the covers and playfully flops them over your head before getting out of bed. He laughs as you claw at the heavy blanket to try and escape. You struggle your way out from underneath the blanket only to find your hair has become a static mess. You blow a piece out of your face and pout at Fives who thinks he’s the greatest thing since sliced bread. 

“What’s that face for?” he chuckles and folds his arms.

You shake your head and smile. “Nothing.” You flop backwards onto the bed and roll onto your side to watch as he starts his morning routine. It’s the same procedure every day, but you never get tired of watching him do it. It’s the regimented soldier in him that makes it so automatic, and you find an odd comfort in the small consistency it brings to your rather inconsistent life.

“I have to leave for Ringo Vinda today,” he reminds you while pulling his blacks over his head. “Shouldn’t be a long mission.”

“So soon?” you question with disappointment. You crawl to the edge of the bed to get closer to him. “You’ve only been back for two days.”

“You know war, darling,” he soothes while walking back over to the bed. He bends over and plants a kiss on your forehead to reassure you. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

You kneel on the edge of the bed and prop yourself up to lean into his chest. He wraps his arms around you, resting his head atop yours, and slides his warm hands across your back. Goodbyes are hard, especially during war. You never know if he’ll come back or not, but you try not to worry. Fives is a smart and capable soldier. He won’t do something as dumb as dying. At least, that’s what you tell yourself so you can sleep at night.

He lifts his head off of yours and tilts you back a little so he can see your face. He brushes your hair behind your ear and asks. “Do you want some caf before I go?”

“Yes, please,” you smile as you slip down from his arms and sit back down on the bed. 

You watch him walk out of the room and soon you hear the clink of ceramic as he pulls two mugs out of the kitchen cabinet. The strong aroma of freshly brewed caf fills your home. You take a deep breath and let it out slowly, enjoying the blissful moment. You look around the room and think about the life you’ve made. Then your eyes land on his helmet sitting in the corner and an idea pops into your head. You peek out of the room to see if he’s coming and quickly grab it.

“One mug of caf as ordered,” Fives sings while walking back into the bedroom. He briefly pauses, puts the mugs down on the vanity, and places his hands on his hips while raising an eyebrow. “What are you doing?”

“ARC trooper 5555 reporting for duty, sir!” you announce with a sloppy hand salute as the oversized helmet bobbles around your small head. 

Fives snorts and brings a hand up to cover his mouth before bellowing out in laughter. You love it when he laughs. He doesn’t laugh often, at least not since Echo’s passing, but every once and a while you can rile him up into a good fit. He bends over and holds his stomach as laughter-filled tears form in the corner of his eyes. You aren’t sure what is so funny about this particular instance, but it doesn’t matter. He’s laughing and it warms your heart.  

“Give me that,” Fives demands playfully while walking towards you, still chuckling to himself at your ridiculous imitative display. He reaches out a hand to grab the helmet off your head, but you place your hand over his to stop him. He pauses, frowns, and lets out a soft sigh. He gently pulls the helmet off your head, revealing what he expects, your teary eyes. “Oh, darling,” he soothes while wiping one of the tears away with his finger.

“I’m going to miss you,” you confess while wiping a few new tears away as you attempt to compose yourself. You want to be strong for him, but sometimes it proves too difficult to hold in.

“I’m going to miss you too,” he professes while cupping the side of your face with his gentle hand. He rubs his thumb against your cheek in tender sweeps.  

You lean into his warm caress and close your eyes. “Come back soon, okay?”

“It’s a promise,” he whispers and leans in to give you a soft kiss on your lips.

“You… You promised…,” the words get caught in your throat as you touch the side of his cold cheek. “You promised… to come back to me.”

You fall to your knees and sob. Your left hand is hanging onto the side of the casket while you rhythmically pound your right fist on the ground. You tilt your head back towards the sky and scream as the tears roll down your red cheeks. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You feel Rex’s hand rest on your shoulder as he kneels down beside you. He takes his other hand and silently grabs your bloodied fist, forcing you to stop. 

You turn your head and look at the captain with blurry eyes, pleading without words, why. 

The days go by slowly as you wait for Fives to return. You busy yourself, of course, to keep from going crazy. Your job at the diner helps, but you still find yourself daydreaming, waiting for the moment you're back in his arms safe and sound. When you’re not working, you stop by some of your friend's houses to keep you company. Their men are usually off on missions too, so it’s nice to be around people who understand what you're going through. 

You laugh, eat, and play games to pass the time. Sometimes you’ll talk about Fives and how amazing he is, and sometimes you won’t mention him at all. Other times you and your friends will gossip about new clones arriving on Coruscant and wonder what their nicknames are. Still, more times than not, you and your friends will go shopping to keep up your spirits. As you go through one store, you see a little arc trooper doll on the shelf and immediately buy it. 

When you arrive home, you rustle through your drawers pulling out markers and grab the picture of you and Fives off the bedside table. You glance at his armor in the photo and look down at the doll and think it will be easy enough to replicate. You pop the cap off the marker and get to work adding the correct colors and markings that adorn his armor. The Hevy insignia proves difficult and looks more like a blob than a rotary blaster cannon, but you shrug and keep going.

When finished, you place the little Fives doll next to the photo on the bedside table. You look at the doll and the photo and smile brightly. You can’t wait until he gets back from his mission so you can show him your handiwork. You think he’ll probably laugh and say something like, ‘Is that supposed to be me?’ You chuckle at your thoughts and let out a content sigh. You love this life the two of you have built together, and you love him more and more as each day passes.

“Goodnight, my love,” you say as you kiss your finger and place it against the photo. You smile longingly at it one more time before turning off the lights and slipping into bed. You wrap the covers around you tightly, wishing it was Fives instead of the blanket, but you know he’ll be home soon. Eventually, he’ll come bursting through the door, loud and obnoxious as ever, scoop you up into his arms, toss you onto the bed, and shower you with love and affection.

“Tell me why, Rex,” you cry while rocking back and forth on the ground.

Rex doesn’t respond, but tightens his grip on your shoulder as his hand holding your bloodied one begins to tremble. He leans his head against yours and whispers. “I wish I knew.”

“He wasn’t supposed to die,” your breath catches between your sobs and you turn your face to look at him. Your tear-stained eyes lock into his as you trade emotions.

“I know,” Rex answers with a barely audible voice, straining to formulate words as they drip from his lips in a cacophony of grief.

“He said he’d come back,” you sob harder as your voice cracks under the weight of your unabated emotions. 

“I… I know,” Rex barely gets out as he attempts to console you through shattered breath.

“Why did you let him die?” your breath catches again as you realize the implication of what you said. You know it isn’t Rex’s fault, but your mind is a jumbled mess of anguish and anger.

Rex lowers his head and swallows hard. He chokes on his words as tears form in his eyes. He can barely speak, but he finds the words somewhere in his mind and forces them out. “I didn’t have a choice.”

You hear a knock at the door. Putting your holo-book down on the bedside table, you walk up to the door and open it half expecting it to be Fives surprising you that he’s back home. However, when you open it, your smile quickly fades. It’s the Coruscant Guard. Your heart begins to race. What could they possibly want with you? Why are they here? You haven’t broken any laws or done anything to raise suspicion. You stare nervously at the intimidating commander in red. 

“Can I help you?” you ask with caution while hovering your hand over the door-button in preparation to close it. 

“Where is ARC-5555?” the commander demands as he pulls out a holoprojector and displays a hologram of the arc trooper in question.

Fives? Why are they looking for Fives? You shrug and tell the commander what you know. “He’s on a mission to Ringo Vinda. I don’t know when he’ll be back.”

“Ma’am, please step aside,” the commander orders as he forces his way into your home. You resist and try to close the door, but his strength overpowers you.

“Hey!” you yell as he tosses you aside into the hallway. “What do you think you’re doing? This is my home!”

“ARC-5555 is AWOL and wanted for crimes against the Republic,” Commander Fox states as he hands you a datapad with the warrant and signals the rest of his men to enter your home. “Withholding vital information toward his capture will make you an enemy of the Republic and you will be brought up on charges for treason.”

“AWOL? Crimes against the Republic? Treason?” you repeat in disbelief as you watch more red clone troopers file into your home. You put the data-pad down and refuse to look at the details of the warrant. “There must be a mistake!” you exclaim as you come to his defense. “Fives wouldn’t do any of that. He’s a good soldier!”

“I’m going to ask you one more time,” the commander begins while getting in your face. “Where is ARC-5555?”

“I told you already,” you plead as anger fills your voice. “I don’t know! He hasn’t been back since he left for Ringo Vinda.”

The commander grabs your arm, pulls you to the kitchen table, and forces you down in one of the chairs. “Stay here and don’t move.”

You sit at the table, watching as these unfamiliar red-armored clones ransack your home. They pull out everything in your drawers and cabinets, all your papers, all your things, and dump them out on the ground with blatant disregard. Your blood boils and you wish you can do something to make them stop, but you know resisting will only get you arrested. If that happens, you won’t be able to get to the bottom of these outlandish allegations.

The guardsmen start calling out ‘all clears’ as they canvas each room in your house, but as they head to your bedroom you take action. You don’t want them handling your personal items, grabbing your clothes, breaking your memories, or touching anything that belongs to Fives. You get up from the table and run into the bedroom only to see it’s already trashed. One of the guardsmen has the photo of you and Fives in his hands and you lunge at him to take it back.

“I told you to stay put!” the commander yells as he grabs your arm. He drags you back into the kitchen and slams you back onto the chair. You let out a yelp as you hit the chair with a thud, a bruise already forming on your arm from where he gripped you.

“Stop it!” you yell, pleading with them to leave you alone. “Please! He’s not here.” You start crying, clutching the photo to your chest to find some form of safety.

“What’s the meaning of this?” Captain Rex exclaims as he walks into the open doorway to see you crying at the table. He rushes over to you and grabs your chin softly to pull your eyes up to look into his. “Are you okay?” he asks gently. He lifts up your arms and moves his head around to look you over. “Did they hurt you?”

You shake your head and sniffle as the tears continue to roll down your face. Your tears anger the captain and he stomps off to confront the commander. “Fox!” he shouts while getting in the commander’s face. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“My job,” Commander Fox retorts, refusing to back down at the captain's harsh tone. “There’s a dangerous fugitive that needs to be found.”

“Well, obviously he’s not here,” Captain Rex articulates while gesturing his hands around the empty room. “But you have made quite the mess, so I suggest you and your men leave.”

“Careful captain,” Commander Fox begins while getting in Rex’s face. “You may have a reputation on the battlefield, but here, on Coruscant, I’m the one in charge.” 

“I’m asking nicely,” Captain Rex sneers while closing the already short distance between their faces. 

Commander Fox huffs and continues their staredown, raising the tension in the room to a whole new level. “Alright boys,” he finally calls out to his men. “Clear out, he’s not here.” 

As the Coruscant Guard leave your home, you sit in bewilderment at the table, shaking and paralyzed from the terrifying encounter. Rex pours you a cup of water, sets it down, and sits at the table beside you. You both sit in silence for a moment. The only noise that can be heard is your soft sniffles as you try to process what is happening. You don’t know what to think and you’re too afraid to ask Rex, because you know he'll never lie to you.

Finally, Rex breaks the silence. “It’s true that Fives is missing.” He sighs heavily before continuing to explain what he knows. “There’s talk going around that he made an attempt on Chancellor Palapatine’s life.”

“That’s a lie!” you counter fiercely. “Fives wouldn’t do something like that and you know it.”

“I know,” Rex agrees as he traces circles on the table with his finger. “But it doesn’t change the current public perception or what’s happening because of it.” He pauses for a moment, scrunches his lips, and begins to speak again. “I have to ask,” he starts cautiously. “Has he tried contacting you?”

“No,” you answer adamantly, the question annoying you. “I haven’t heard from him since he left for Ringo Vinda.”

“I believe you,” he assures while putting a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Would… Would you like some help cleaning up?”

You nod your head and Rex gets up to start picking up the pieces of your newly destroyed home. He grabs the papers strewn across the floor and piles them neatly on the counter, then grabs a broom from the closet and starts sweeping up the broken dish pieces. Meanwhile, you continue to sit at the table in shock and disbelief at what has occurred. Your mind struggles to process any of it. All you want is for Fives to come home and fix everything.

You snap out of your brain fog when you feel a soft hand touch your shoulder. You flinch and glance up to see Rex looking at you with sympathy. “Do you want to pick up the bedroom?” he asks. “I don’t want to intrude into your private things.”

You take a deep breath and nod while getting up from your chair. Rex helps steady you on your feet and you nod again for him to let go. The transaction between the two of you is silent, but full of emotion, care, and concern. There are no words of comfort at this point. Your whole world is crashing down on you and there’s nothing either of you can do to stop it. You wonder if Fives will ever come back home, but you quickly shake your head to dismiss the intrusive thought.

You slowly walk into your bedroom, sweeping your head from one end to the other and sigh as yours and Fives’ things are strewn about in disarray. You walk through the littered floor towards your bed and think about the last time you were with him. You curl your lips as you try not to cry. Looking beside the bed you kneel down onto the ground and pick up the little Fives doll that was tossed so carelessly on the floor. You clutch it to your chest and weep in silence.

“Come on,” Rex whispers as he gently tugs on your shoulder. “It’s time to go.”

“No!” you yell as you throw yourself across the casket, clutching at it in desperation. “I’m not leaving without Fives.”

“Please,” Rex pleads as he fights the tears forming in his eyes while nudging you to get up.

“No!” you sob and cough through your words. “He needs to come home!”

Rex lets his tears fall unabated as his voice cracks. “He’s… He’s not coming home.”

“No!” you scream while pushing Rex away. “I'm not leaving without him!”

“I’m sorry,” Rex laments while pulling at your waist to drag you away from the casket. You kick and flail and scream for him to let you go. The heartbreak emanating from your voice is excruciating. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers through his tears.

“He needs to come home!” you continue to wail, desperately fighting against Rex’s grasp as he finally picks you up and begins to carry you away. “He promised me he’d come home!” 

You slam your fists against Rex’s back. He grips you tighter. You stretch out your hands towards the casket, clawing out of desperation to get back to the man you love, but Rex continues to carry you further away. You watch in horror as they lay the lid down and lower him into the ground. Your agonizing screams fill the air as Rex struggles to maintain what’s left of his composure. The terror and anguish you feel as they shovel the dirt on top of him overwhelms you.

“Fives!” you call out desperately through your sobs. You wait for him to answer you, but an answer never comes.

Your reading time is once again interrupted by a knock at the door. You're still reeling from the last time you answered the door and you're cautious about opening it again. There’s a part of you that hopes it’s Fives. Actually, you want to believe it will be Fives this time. That he’ll walk in the door like he always does and explain that the accusations are false and he can come home. That your life can finally go back to some level of normalcy.

You open the door and to your surprise, it’s Captain Rex. Although, you get the sinking feeling that this isn’t a ‘Rex checking up on you’ type of call. His face and body language are unusually depressive. Your anxiety increases and your thoughts race, but then your stomach drops when he pulls Fives’ helmet around to his front. Your heart stops. You can’t breathe. The only time a helmet comes back without its soldier is when the soldier is dead. 

Rex doesn’t have any words to say and neither do you. He reaches out with trembling hands and places Fives’ helmet gently in yours. You stare at it, the helmet that you’ve seen so many times before. The helmet that Fives wore proudly as an ARC trooper. The helmet he decorated with the memories of his fallen brothers. The helmet that you so playfully donned before he left on what you would now remember as his final mission.

You run your hand across the face plate and reality strikes you like a searing knife to the heart. Your legs give way and you crash onto the floor with a loud thump. Rex tries to catch you, but his reflexes are too late. He kneels down beside you in the doorway and looks you over for any injuries. You don’t notice his gaze or his soft touches as you continue to stare at Fives’ helmet, clearly in shock at the news that still went unspoken.

After several minutes of silence, you finally gain enough coherency to ask a single question. “What happened?”

Rex takes in a sharp breath and begins to explain the events on Coruscant's Level 1325. You listen as well as you can, not really understanding most of the military stuff. There is a part of you that doesn’t want to know and a part of you that needs to know. As Rex continues to speak, you pull out choice words from his explanation and let them float around in your mind as you try to comprehend any of it. Much of what is said flies over you as your mind shuts down.

At the story's completion, you ask another question. “Did he suffer?” You gently stroke the side of the helmet while you wait for the answer.

“No,” Rex replies while trying to hide his emotions. “It… It was quick.”

“Did he die alone?” you ask further, showing barely any emotion and refusing to look Rex in the eyes.

“I…” Rex begins with a slight strain in his voice, but he pauses and puts his emotions back in check. “I held him while he passed.”

You continue to caress the helmet, lost somewhere in your own mind, pondering everything that has been said and all the things that have gone unsaid. You break your own silence and ask one more important question. “Who shot him?” 

This time you turn your head to look Rex in the eyes. You want to know. You want to know his name. You want to know the name of the man who killed your beloved Fives. Your apathetic gaze visibly shakes Rex and he shifts uncomfortably on the floor. You can tell he doesn’t want to tell you, but you need to know. You can’t hope to move on in any sense of the word until you hear his murderer’s name. “You owe it to Fives,” you remind the captain. “Tell me his name.”

Rex sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. You watch as he mulls it over in his mind, his facial and eye movements clearly showcasing the options he is contemplating. Rex opens his mouth to speak, then shuts it again, fighting the protocol to not release the information, but he eventually caves. “It was Commander Fox.”

You start to chuckle, startling Rex with your unusual response. You lean your head back against the wall and laugh while remembering your terrifying encounter with Commander Fox. “He was killed by one of his brothers?” you rhetorize while tracing over the helmet with your finger. You want to cry, but you can’t, so you let out your emotions the only way you can. “Killed by a clone… One of his own kind,” you snort and don a half smile. “How ironic.”

Rex tilts his head to the side and furrows his brow in concern. “Are you alright?”

You stop caressing the helmet and slowly turn to look at the captain with a sarcastic smile. “No.”

The days are all but a blur. You don’t remember much after Rex brought you home from the funeral. All you know is you’re back at home, laying on your bed, spiraling into grief's dismal embrace. You think Rex visited you a couple times, leaving behind food and a promise that the 501st will be there for you for as long as you need them to be. It must have been a sweet gesture, but you never paid attention when he spoke to you because your mind was miles away.

You lay quietly on your bed. What time is it? What day is it? How long has it been since you’ve eaten? When was the last time you opened the curtains? Is the world still spinning? Or is it just your world that came to a screeching halt? You wonder to yourself in the deep darkness of your once bright and life-filled home. Fives is the one that brought the light with him. Without him, what do you have? No one can replace Fives or the memories you have with him. 

Your scrapbook lays open on the floor, collecting dust. You’re not sure when you opened it, but there it sits, full to bursting with photos of the life you shared with Fives. Love letters poke out of the sides of the different folds of pages. He never wrote his name on them, just the number five. They always made you smile. There are lots of smiles, and laughs, and joys abounding in the still memories of the book. All your dreams. All your plans. Everything. It’s all been broken.

You rotate all your unanswered questions around in your head in planetary motion, revolving around one, then another, and then the next one. You never stay on one question for too long. That would prove to be too painful. And you try your best to stay away from the ‘what ifs’, but they never leave your mind for long. There is no reconciliation for the death of someone you love. No. That’s incorrect. There is no reconciliation for the murder of someone you love.

Murder. Now, that’s a word you let spin around in your mind constantly. What is it about this word that’s so intriguing? When did it become so important that it captivates all your thoughts? You think about the ‘how’s’ and ‘why’s’ of murder. How does one murder? Why does one murder? Is it just for threats? Is it out of anger or desperation? Yes, in desperation one murders another. The pieces begin to click together in your mind as the picture becomes clearer.

Your answer is there, amongst the grief. It lies amidst the dearly departed. The dead have the answer you are looking for. Murder is for those who decide it belongs to them. Could you commit murder? Could death's tight grip be commanded by your feeble hands? Can murder be justice? Can justice be murder? You ramble away in your mind at all the possibilities, when you suddenly see flashes of red dance across your vision. 

Red, the color of death and denial, but also, the color of the armor adorning the one who committed murder. The memories of the Commander come flooding back to your mind. You can hear the forceful words he spoke to you not so long ago. You can hear his pure disregard as he tramples on your memories. He’s laughing at you. He’s laughing at Fives. You just know it. How dare he. How dare he laugh at your sorrow, at your broken life, and at your dead lover. It’s disgusting.

Why does he get to laugh and you have to cry? Why does he get to live a free life, while Fives’ cold flesh rots away beneath the earth? You finally connect the dots as electricity sparks throughout your brain. You jolt up in bed and look around as if coming out of a daze. “Murder,” you mumble to yourself as the wheels turn. “A life for a life.” The immoral ideas begin to solidify. “I’ll repay him in his own currency.” you smile as you begin to develop your plan of revenge.

You pull out a data-pad and start typing out your ideas. You type something, delete it, then type something else, continuing the process for days. You think about all the different ways you can accomplish your goal. As the leader of the Coruscant Guard, he won’t be easy to take out. You have to be devious and underhanded with your methods. This type of operation will require more intelligence than power. You continue to type away on your data-pad, smiling at your own devilish genius.

At long last, after months of research, stalking, and planning, you have your attack strategy. The last Friday of every month the Coruscant Guard drops in to 79s for a night out where they relax, drink, and unwind with whatever beautiful lady catches their eyes. It’s the perfect ploy. You know exactly what time they’ll be there, where they’ll sit, what they’ll drink, when the commander will be alone, and how you’ll seduce him into your lustful honey-filled trap. 

Tonight is the night for you to execute your plan of sweet revenge. You turn the radio on, blasting your favorite music while dancing around the room. The lyrics fill your mind in preparation for the big night. Stepping into a hot shower, you let the water wash all your worries down the drain. You get out and peruse through your closet, sliding the hangers around until you find your favorite dress. Sleek and sexy, with a glittering shimmer, it was Fives’ favorite.

After slipping the dress on, you sit down at your vanity mirror, swaying your head to the music. You brush out your hair and arrange it in your favorite style. Next, you pick out a gorgeous set of earrings and a matching necklace to adorn your ears and neck. You then grab your make-up tray and apply your foundation and a bit of blush. To complete the look, you apply your eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, and a bold lipstick. You smack your lips to spread it out evenly.

You look at yourself in the mirror with a satisfied smirk. There isn’t a soldier on Coruscant who can resist you now. You look over at Fives’ helmet sitting on the edge of your vanity and you smile fondly. You pick it up gently and kiss it, leaving an imprint of your lipstick behind. A giggle escapes your mouth and you put the helmet down. You give it a soft caress, then grab your favorite perfume and spritz your neck with it. This particular scent always drove Fives crazy.

You give yourself a satisfied nod and make your way back to the closet. You open the little hidden compartment and pull out a locked case. You input the combination and pull out the ELG-3A blaster pistol Fives gave to you for self-defense in case he wasn’t there to protect you. It’s a small and elegant weapon, easily concealable, and more importantly, can kill. You strap it to your thigh under your dress and turn to look at yourself one more time in the mirror. It’s time. 

Friday nights are club nights at 79s, which means the music is blaring and the bass is pounding. You enter the bar and the smell of alcohol and musk fills your nose. You see your target sitting at the bar alone, his bright red armor giving him away. As you approach the bar, the bartender asks what you want to drink and you respond with a simple cocktail. As you sit down, you catch the Commander glancing at you with mild interest, so you give him a small smile in response. 

“Put her on my tab,” the commander instructs with a raise of his glass. Perfect, you’ve caught his attention.

“Well, aren’t you a gentleman,” you smile while turning your body to face the commander, crossing your legs seductively in the process. He puts his drink down and stares at your gorgeous figure with a smirk, clearly intrigued by what he sees. 

“I know a pretty face when I see one,” the commander asserts with confidence.

“And a connoisseur of fine women I see,” you point out with fake confidence to bolster his confidence.

“You live around here?” the commander questions as he takes a sip of his drink.

“Just got in actually,” you lie as you twirl the fruit in your cocktail with a toothpick. “I’ve had a long day and wanted a fun night out to unwind.” You pull a piece of fruit off with your lips, enticing him with your flirty demeanor. 

“Well,” the commander slams back the rest of his drink and motions to the bartender for another round. “You’ve come to the right place, darling.”

You force a smile at the commander's words, but internally you’re a raging storm. That particular pet name is not something you want to hear from his filthy mouth. That’s the name Fives called you. You flash back to the last time Fives said the word ‘darling’ and you try not to let the emotion get the better of you. You take a large sip of your drink to try and purge the image from your mind. You only have one goal tonight and you can’t let yourself get emotional.

“Easy baby,” the commander chuckles while watching you take the large swig. “We’ve got all night.” 

“You have a name, soldier?” you ask playfully while putting your drink back down.

“Fox,” he answers while staring at you lewdly. You can tell he’s getting a buzz and his mental fortitude is slowly slipping, but that’s exactly what you want to happen. “What’s yours?” he asks in return. 

“Ladies don’t kiss and tell,” you shoot back with a frisky smile and a wink. You can tell you're getting closer to trapping him in your web. A little more alcohol and a little more seduction, and you’ll have him right where you want him.

“We’ll see about that,” Fox challenges in response to your teasing. He slams back his drink again and gets up off his stool to get closer to you. He’s so close you can smell the alcohol on his breath and the heat radiating from his body, as his thighs brush up against you. He stares into your beautiful eyes with lust and smirks. “Come join me on the dance floor.” He flips his hand over for you to take hold of as permission to go with him. 

You look at his eyes and see the glaze forming over them. You prefer that he drinks a couple more rounds before progressing further, but the seduction piece of the plan is equally as important as the incapacitated part. A couple sessions on the dance floor wouldn’t hurt your mission. You bite your lip and look into his eyes. With slight hesitation, you grab his hand and accept the invitation to dance with him.

“At a girl,” he praises while guiding you off the stool and leading you to the dance floor. The music is blasting and powerful. You spend the next several minutes dancing with the man that killed the love of your life and you can’t help but think it’s disgusting. But, for the sake of the mission, and for your beloved Fives, you do it anyway. You let yourself get lost in the bass beats of the music as his foreign hands caress your body while you collide in feverish movements. 

You watch his movements carefully, waiting to see when the opportune time will be to pull him away from the crowd. You can feel his hands getting sloppy and his actions get less and less intentional. Of course, it did help that you paid the bartender in advance to slip a little something  extra in the Commander’s drink. It won’t be enough to knock him out, because you want him awake, but it will be enough to slow his reaction time to the point where you can deal with him without issue.

You continue to move along to the beat of the music, but when his hands get a little too wild for your own comfort, you decide now is a good time to break from the dance floor. You stop his hand before it goes where you don’t want it, lean into his ear, and whisper. “Why don’t we take this back to your place.” You feel his body shudder from your hot breath.

“You read my mind,” he agrees as he pulls your waist close and gives you a kiss. You want to vomit, but you lean into it passionately to keep from raising suspicion. He breaks the kiss and haphazardly pulls you through the crowd of people to the back door. The drugs are beginning to affect him the way you planned. You put on a devious smile as he ironically leads you to his own death.

The two of you stumble out the door and into a dimly lit alleyway behind 79s. The brisk air gives you a slight chill as it touches your sweaty skin. Fox sways a little, then stumbles into you, pinning you against the brick wall. You gasp at his weight and give him a nudge to get off. He props himself up with one hand and puts the other up to hold his head like he’s dizzy. He blinks hard a couple times and you realize the time is approaching.

“Are you okay?” you ask with a little sarcasm in your voice.

“I…” Fox begins as he continues to hold his head. “I don’t feel so well.”

“That would be the drugs,” you reveal with an evil grin.

“What?” Fox slurs as he stumbles back, fighting the urge to fall over. “Drugs?”

“Do you know who I am?” you ask as you turn around to face away from him. You take a deep breath as you prepare yourself for what needs to be done.

He wobbles and blinks a few more times as he tries to focus on your face. “Should I?”

“You killed the man I loved,” you reveal as you turn back around to face the Commander with a maniacal grin. “And now, I’m going to kill you.”

“What?” Fox asks with shock and confusion. He goes to pull out his blaster, but it’s missing. Your plan covered everything. You conveniently took his blaster off him while on the dance floor and disposed of it. He was so enraptured by you, he didn’t notice you disarming him. Now he has no way to defend himself, making this an easy and quick job.

You pull the ELG-3A blaster out of the holster from under your dress and shoot Fox in the right kneecap. Fives taught you that trick to quickly incapacitate an attacker. Fox grunts in pain and staggers to the side, hunching over but still standing. You frown and decide to shoot the other kneecap for good measure. This time the Commander falls back onto the ground. You walk towards him while he attempts to drag himself backwards away from you, but he’s too slow. 

“Don’t do this!” Fox pleads for his life as you approach, pain dripping from every slurred syllable. 

The sound of his suffering invigorates you. This is the moment you have been waiting for. The murderer will now become the murdered. Sweet justice. The kind of justice needed during war. The kind of justice that can only be tasted by those brave enough to embrace it and its consequences. You place the muzzle against his temple and listen to him beg you for his life, but you simply smile at his pathetic pleas.

“For Fives,” you whisper as you pull the trigger.

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Love how you portray Ani with your writing 👀 I was wondering about what your thoughts are on Anakin and Jealousy? I was thinking about how Ani might get insecure more easily but the reader wouldn’t really catch on cause they’re genuinely not interested in anyone but him… or I could imagine this in reverse too tbh but maybe him maybe being a lil but cocky about it yk (and I imagine that this could lead something a bit more steamy if you know what I mean)

hi you’re gorgeous i love jealous anakin i love toxic anakin i’m here for both concepts.

these were my thoughts on anakin’s jealousy, and a little bit about how reader handles it. some of it is a little bit “crack fic” material maybe, or maybe not who knows. i just had a lot of fun using some of my notes :) suggestive stuff and established (fwb?) relationship ahead—

anakin has always had a warped relationship with jealousy, i imagine, and it would start of with things like getting jealous over obi wan patting the head of another child padawan instead of anakin’s when he was a young boy. obi wan would never have showed any favoritism, but to anakin he doesn’t quite grasp why obi wan doesn’t give him more attention that he already does.

of course he cant talk to obi wan about that.

as i’ve seen in TCW— which i felt like was pretty in character for hayden!anakin— was how anakin walked in on rush clovis trying to kiss his wife padme, and he beat the shit out of him without thinking another thought.

it’s always 0 to 100 with that kid.

i think that at first, you think it’s hot that anakin gets jealous. how adorably possessive. but when you have to get in the middle of a bar fight it’s exhausting. you’d quarrel with him about it, because all the guy did was touch you, but to anakin that means permission to step in. and when anakin steps in, it’s like when a bull sees red.

it’s not something we see him grow out of, because in episode 3 he’s yelling at the council for not making him a master, which i think stemmed from a place of jealousy. how his vast accomplishments and power should’ve earned him the seat, and that he deserves one as a master jedi. and then ofc the whole “i saw you with obi wan, padme i’m gonna choke you now” it escalated in seconds just from seeing them together and jumping to his own conclusions.

hes a real “you’re the most jealous man i know” “you know other men?” type (like that meme djksdj)

now that ive gotten my info in order, lets get to the good bits

☥ anakin and you would have a secret relationship. whether it was fwb, or more than that, it’s not an excuse you get to use often as a fail safe if a guy can’t take a hint or take the answer no. there are other times, where you lean into the conversation, let him flirt a little cos you think he’s cute (especially if you and anakin have labeled your relationship as an fwb). you wanna get out there more, and this guy seems nice enough.

now anakin, who can’t let you know he’s jealous (because youre either fwbs or just romantic partners, and he cant have his sense of urgency giving anything away to you or to bystanders), decides to make it your problem that youre flirting with someone in his vicinity. so he squeezes in. in between you and this guy. stands in between you, faces you entirely, to ask you a question. as innocent as ever.

“where’d you stash those power converters?”

“ani, i’m a little busy right now,”

“so tell me and i can get out of your hair.”

“ugh, um, i think in the storage in the west wing.”

it’s the fact he asserted his dominance that leaves him satisfied to leave. (didn’t acknowledge the guy you’re with, faced you entirely, and cut in between you two). however, as time goes on, and you get more bold with whoever you decide to flirt with (or let flirt with you), anakin does the same.

☥ if he sees you with someone new, especially if you’re smiling and hes around your age, anakin will talk to you about it after. “i don’t like the way he was looking at you.”

“he was cute,”

“he looked like a murderer.”

“stop making up reasons for me not to go out with somebody, i deserve happiness.”

“his eyes were too close together, that’s how you know he’s a murderer.”

it’s almost comical.

☥ you mention a new guy in passing and anakin’s first thought is “Is he trying to sleep with you?” and you tilt your head at him with a sort of :/

“ani, darling, just because you wanted to bed me the second we met doesn’t mean everybody does.”

“i want you to know, (y/n), my senses are fine tuned when it comes to you and anticipating the intentions of those around you.”

“you’re guessing,”

“i’m guessing.”

☥ if he saw you at a bar, and a guy managed to worm his way into your interest, anakin invites himself in. and whispers dirty things in your ear before you realize what he’s doing.

just loud enough for the stranger to hear, “i can’t stop thinking about last night. you’re so experienced, it was unlike anything i’ve had before.” and he straightens, “call me.” and grins at the guy you’re with before he leaves. the guy is now getting up to leave—

i wrote some notes about this particular subject ill just plop here hehehe:

☥ im absolutely here for anakin struggling against his jealous and possessive behavior bcos you and him arent “together”. having to stay unattached means he had a very hard time letting go of the fact you liked it when some other guy had his hands all over you trying to show you how to shoot a blaster

you were born with a blaster in your hand, your dad was a hunter and taught you how to use one to kill and then how to skin the animal, your whole life you’ve had one on your for emergency purposes in your criminal line of work, you know how to take any model apart and put it back together, modify it to fit your needs, use them in the war you fought in alongside anakin

and some guy is behind you, correcting your stance and wrapping his arms around yours, showing you where to aim and youre letting him. giggling at whatever he’s whispering in your ear

and anakin is watching from afar.

☥ “what’s she doing?” he asks rex

rex glances at you, “oh, it looks like she’s getting acquainted with our new bombs expert, sir.”

“and why would she be doing that?” anakin gestures to your scheme of pretending not to know how to aim

“he gives us better deals, sir. especially when he’s in a good mood.”

“i can put him in a better one.”

anakin strolls over and tells the bombs expert to show him how to use a blaster. when the guy starts moving his arms for him, anakin is like “no no. like you showed her,” and points to you. and the guy stands behind him (shorter than anakin btw so hes gotta lean over to see past anakin’s shoulder) and you’re behind them literally struggling to not laugh out loud.

you’re red in the face. hand covering your eyes which are tearing up from laughter. smile plastered on your lips bcos you can’t control it. you peek out at anakin letting this guy struggle to show him how he was showing you KSKSND

☥ you elbow him while you’re hiding your face but he can see how red you are. “what? what’d i do?” he asks, completely innocent

“why’d you do that?” you say through your snickers

“i wanted him to see how stupid he was being.”

“you’re lucky it was fucking funny. hopefully he’ll still call me.”

“oh, in that case,” anakin turns to go back and you gotta grab his arm

☥ “you know how to use a blaster.”

“i just liked how excited he was to show me.”

“why?”

“you didn’t see him? he was tall, handsome—“

“i’ve heard enough.”

“why are you pissed off?”

“because i didn’t like it.”

☥ however you don’t mind the hard jealous sex you get from anakin after—

☥ “i like it when you’re jealous,” you say as you take off his clothes

anakin, through gritted teeth, “yeah. and i’m getting real tired of it.”

i always love having somewhere to put some of my notes, hopefully this wasnt too ooc for anakin i get pretty anal about that sometimes cos im obsessed with him. feel free to ask me to explore this idea more!!! ty for the message!!

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[zoeykallus]

Rex – In Love And War 3 - Sinful Dreams

Rex x Fem!Reader (FF)

Warnings: 18+ Smut/ Erotic Dreams / Tiny Bit Of Angst And Tension/ Male "Selfcare"/ Dirty Talk (kinda)/ A Bit Of Hurt

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The harmless night in bed, turns out to be something else. However, not intended. Rex has a wild dream that you overhear, an embarrassing situation, at least for Rex.

*chuckles* Sorry Rex

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What Happened Before:

In Love And War

Part 2 -Noises In The Dark

Part 3 - Sinful Dreams

When you fell asleep you had a certain distance even though Rex was holding your hand. However, when you woke up, you were lying on your side, feeling a weight on your body and your face was all warm and pressed against something you couldn't immediately identify in your doze. Your legs also seemed to be weighed down.

Slowly, you opened your eyes and stared at a blank expanse of Rex's undershirt pressed against your face, one of his muscular arms draped across your torso and one of his bare legs wrapped around yours. You could hear him breathing evenly, every now and then a very faint snore.

Your heart beat faster, it suddenly became even warmer, your whole body heated up and an excited tingling spread in your stomach. You didn't dare move for fear of waking him up and he might pull away in embarrassment. It felt so warm, safe and comfortable that you wanted to enjoy the moment a little longer.

You used to be his superior, you thought, maybe you shouldn't enjoy this so much, but at the moment you wanted it and you didn't care about anything else. He sighed in his sleep, moved a little, you frowned worriedly, already afraid he had another of his nightmares. But he seemed strangely relaxed.

You had seen Rex dream vividly a few times before, probably his subconscious simply compensated for his disciplined, sometimes stoic manner in dreams. Anyway, that was your guess.

Your breath caught in your throat as he suddenly grabbed you with his big, strong hands, groping your hips and trying to adjust you, a bit as if you were a pillow. He half lay over you and grumbled softly. You swallowed but didn't move, because Rex was still asleep, even if he was now quite heavily half on top of you and it was a little harder for you to breathe.

Then something happened that you certainly didn't expect. You felt something on your leg. Rex's cock was slowly swelling and he began to move again, his arms half wrapped around you and he muttered, slurring, "Y/N...ugh.... Commander... you're so naughty," followed by a small chuckle.

Your eyes widened. Did he just dream naughty things about you? You felt heat rising in your cheeks. His closeness, his erection against your leg, and the thought that he was having wet dreams about you made heat creep under your skin and your heart beat much faster.

Rex slid even higher, lying practically completely over you, his face in your hair, and you felt his hard length on the fabric of your panties, but hell the man was fucking heavy, you could barely breathe. You'd have to wake him, one way or another.

"R-Rex," you pressed out from under him "Rex.... can't breathe...REX!"

His head went up, still lying heavily on top of you.

"What happened?" he slurred half asleep, trying to collect himself.

"Rex, get off me.... I can hardly breathe."

"Huh...? Dank Ferrik... Maker..."

He hurriedly climbed off you, pulling the blanket with him to cover the definite bulge in his sleep shorts. He was flushed bright red, his tanned skin looked like it would catch fire at any moment, and the contrast with his blond hair was even more intense than usual.

"I'm sorry, very sorry, it was really not intentional!"

He avoided your gaze and muttered, "Maker this is embarrassing..."

You looked at him, shyly, and asked, "Did you dream about me?"

His eyes darted up and back in your direction. He laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head with one hand.

" Why would you think that?"

You shrugged your shoulders and said tentatively, " Well, you were talking in your sleep."

He swallowed hard, audibly and visibly.

"You said my name and then called me Commander and you thought I was naughty"

"...Oh boy"

He cleared his throat awkwardly, stepping from one foot to the other.

"I um, I'm sorry, I... it was just a dream I didn't mean to push you or anything.... I... don't know what to say. Yes I was dreaming about you, but you probably knew that before. I would have preferred if you had kept it to yourself."

You looked at him, startled, the last words sounding a good bit grumpy. He was annoyed that he was in this embarrassing situation. Of course you could have kept it to yourself, but you wanted to hear it out of his mouth for some reason.

You lowered your eyes and said, "Let's just forget it happened."

Rex sighed and nodded, "That will be best."

"Sure" you said.

That single word sounded so broken and dejected that he raised his eyebrows for a moment. He didn't know what to make of it though.

"Um" he said "If you don't mind I would like to go and take a shower now, cold, very cold"

You nodded but didn't look at him.

Rex sensed that your mood had swung into the negative, but didn't know why exactly or how to deal with it. Was it anger because of his dream and what he did in his sleep?

To lighten the mood he joked. "Do you think they have an ice cube option in the shower here?"

You turned away from him, not wanting him to look at you, not wanting to see that you were confused, hurt and angry at the same time. You picked clothes out of your travel bag and said, "I don't know, I don't think so," as if he had asked you a serious question.

Rex hesitated for another moment, then said, "Um, okay, I'll be right back" , and disappeared into the bathroom.

Rex stood in the shower staring down at himself, it didn't matter how cold he turned the water, his erection was stubborn and wouldn't go away anytime soon. He sighed, every time he closed his eyes he saw the images from his dream and that didn't make it any better. Besides, he still had your wonderful smell in his nose, which quickened his pulse.

"Come on, this is my body, do what I want you to do," he spoke softly so you wouldn't hear him.

Of course his body disobeyed him, his cock standing erect, thick and long, in all its glory, as if taunting Rex.

With a sigh, he put a hand around his hard length and murmured, "Well, I've got to get you down somehow."

He was uncomfortable, especially considering why he had gotten hard in the first place and that you were sitting in the room next to him. Rex didn't think he should do that, but what choice did he have, he couldn't stay in here forever.

He was aching for relief, his cock pulsing in his hand and twitching impatiently when he didn't immediately begin to relieve himself. With a sigh, he closed his eyes and saw you in his mind's eye, kneeling in front of him, gently stroking his balls.

He tore his eyes open again and said softly, "Damn, I shouldn't be doing this."

But his hard cock was still in his hand, taunting him.

Again he closed his eyes. Your tongue twitched over his tip and he began pumping his cock in his fist.

Your mouth closed around the tip and sucked on him, he bit his lower lip, suppressing a low moan as he mimicked the caress with his fingers. Rex felt ashamed, but he was enjoying this fantasy of his former officer, far too much. He teased himself for quite a while until he finally imagined you lying in front of him with your thighs open invitingly.

He wondered if your pussy really looked the way he imagined it, but pushed the thought aside.

He shouldn't be so attracted to you, it felt wrong, somehow. But then again, it didn't.

He looked over his shoulder, as if you could suddenly just walk in, then he hastily reached for your genital soap that was in the shower. He hadn't quite gotten used to that yet either, that he now saw and knew all these intimate things about you, it was so strange but also secretly, he experienced it as incredibly pleasant, he was so curious about the person you really were and always fascinated about everything new he learned about you.

But now he had completely different thoughts. He flipped open the lid of the genital soap bottle and smelled it. A delicate rosy scent, he instantly imagined your sweet pussy smelling like that when you were freshly showered and his cock twitched impatiently. He dripped some of it onto his palm, lubed it up, and slid his cock back into his hollowed fist with a wet sound that almost sounded like he was just dipping into your wet pussy.

A smile twitched at the corners of his mouth. Made it all feel so much better, so much more real. The soap lowered the friction a bit, sort of mimicked the moist interior of your intimate heat. He began bucking his hips, pumping his cock into his fist, imagining himself taking you, lying over you, your legs wrapped around his hips.

"Good girl" he whispered "Taking me so well".

Every movement of his cock in his fist making little soft squelching noises that got faster and faster until he was breathily, frantically pumping his cock. His climax is violent, his muscles quivering as his semen ribbons the shower wall.

Rex was breathing heavily, savoring the orgasm. But no sooner did the high subside than shame crept under his skin.

"I really shouldn't have done that"

He wished he never had to leave this bathroom again, facing you now almost filled him with panic. What if you could see it in his eyes, what he just had done in the shower? What if you were still upset about the dream? Would you notice that he had taken some of the soap? Had it really been in the soap holder just like that before?

Rex broke out in a sweat and washed himself properly once again, cleaning the shower wall and trying to pull himself together.

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[bamfahsoka]

Change of Fate: Prologue.

Note: This is the first fan fic I've ever written, so be gentle with me! Haha😅❤️👍 No warnings for this. This is just a prologue to see if anyone at all is even interested in this. Even if I continue, I don't see this having any serious warnings. We'll see though, who knows!

It is a slow burn for sure, but eventually, it'll be a full-fledged Wolffe x Female Reader fic. We have to work through the angst and drama to get to the fluff😅👍 Anyways, I hope you enjoy, and let me know if I should continue!❤️❤️❤️

Life can be unfair and cruel, but it can also be joyful and full of love. As a Jedi general, you were well aware of the art of balance. One area you did struggle however, was the ‘no attachment’ aspect of your Jedi culture. The thought of hiding or suppressing your emotions and feelings for others always baffled you. You were taught that attachments would lead to the Dark Side; however, you feel as if you would be lost and more vulnerable to the Dark SIde without your attachments. The relationships you’ve built with your fellow Jedi reminded you what you were born and trained to do. However, more importantly were the relationships you built with your men of the 104th Battalion. Better known as the Wolfpack, this battalion was led by none other than Commander Wolffe himself. Like Master Plo Koon, you loved all of your men. From the shinies straight off Kamino, to the war-tested veterans such as SInker and Boost, you would die for them. However, there was one grumpy commander that did manage to steal a little more of your heart than the others. You kept your feelings for Wolffe to yourself, knowing that it was unlikely he would feel the same. It was only a life altering turn of events that made you see that there might be more to your relationship than you initially thought. 

Because the 104th had Master Plo, you were asked to temporarily step in as the acting general of the 501st when Anakin was sent on a mission by the Chancellor Palpatine himself. Though odd, no one thought twice about why the Chancellor would have a private mission for Anakin. You were excited to work with the boys in blue again! It was rare for the 104th and 501st to work together on deployments; but it had happened, and you remember it being entertaining to say the least. Wolffe complained about the behavior of a few of his brothers in the 501st more than once. You couldn't  help but giggle at the memory. 

You walked over to the 501st barracks and were welcomed by a very excited Hardcase. Not far behind him was Rex, Fives, Echo, Jesse, and Kix. After being given the most joyfully bone crushing hug from Hardcase, the rest of the men stopped in front of you. They all saluted with the most cheeky smiles on their faces, clearly entertained by their brother's antics. Rex of course was the first to refocus and greet you in his trademark professionalism. You thanked the Captain, and you all moved to prepare for the next deployment. Ringo Vinda…the hell hole that started you, the 501st, and the 104th down the road to changing the fate of the galaxy. 

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[starrylothcat]

Hey hey! Love your writing!

I wanted to ask for some nsfw headcannons for Wolffe, Cody, and Rex. Where their F!Jedi reader keeps force projecting different sex scenes of them together during a briefing; with the boys trying to keep it together during the briefing and their reactions/what they say to her after.

I also just wanted to say, that you are one my favorite TCW/TBB writers on Tumblr!

Distractions - NSFW Headcanons with Cody, Wolffe, and Rex

Summary: You decide to spice up a pre-mission briefing meeting by projecting naughty visions to your clone, knowing you’ll pay for it later.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+. Absolute filth. Smut. No real plot. Dom vibes from Wolffe and Cody, slightly rough handling but everything consensual. Fingering, oral, PiV sex. Reader a Jedi, not described in detail.

Pairings: Cody x Fem!JediReader, Wolffe x Fem!JediReader, Rex x Fem!JediReader

WC: Around 2,000 total (bullet points)

A/N: Let me tell you, the squeal I squealed when I got this ask! Thank you for this filthy request, anon! And thank you for your even kinder comment, I was having some self-doubt in my writing lately and I’m glad that you are enjoying my silly little stories, it means a lot to me and I love writing for y’all!

This is pure smutty goodness below the cut, I hope it’s what you envisioned. I had fun writing this for sure! I kinda got carried away with Rex, oops. Enjoy! 💛

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💛 Cody 💛

He is a tough man to crack.

He’s always the Marshal Commander, taking his duties seriously on and off the battlefield.

You started innocently, visions of you kissing up and down his torso, slowly taking off his armor and blacks, fondling his cock, whispering how good of a girl you’ve been and that you’re ready to please your Commander in any way.

Cody didn’t even look at you, though you saw his hand twitch slightly at his side.

You smiled to yourself, projecting a more enticing scene into his mind.

This time, you were sucking his cock, his gloved hand wrapped in your hair, mumbling how amazing your lips felt around him, how much he was going to reward you later for being so good to him.

Still, nothing. Though his jaw seemed tense as he listened to Obi-Wan go over battle plans.

You knew you were playing a dangerous game, an exceedingly dangerous game, one that you will be thouroughly punished for later.

The thought shot a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, upping the ante again, needing him to crack.

The next image was of you, laying on his bunk, pleasuring yourself, two fingers deep inside your sopping pussy, your other hand pinching and tweaking your nipples writhing and moaning in pleasure, getting off completely fine without his assistance.

Since my Commander can’t be bothered to help me, I have to take matters into my own hands…

You held that teasing, lewd image in his mind, and you could almost feel the blade of his stare pierce straight through you as he finally made eye contact across the room.

It was a simple gesture that said so much, and you knew you had him.

After the meeting, you went straight to your personal quarters, knowing he wouldn’t be too far behind.

As your door hissed closed behind you, it was open again, and Cody had you pinned to a nearby wall so fast you barely had time to register what was happening.

Cody was deadly silent as he crushed his lips to yours in a bruising kiss, teeth and tongue clashing as his armored body pressed into your robed one.

You smirked against his lips as he pulled away for air, your lungs burning. “Cody-“

Cody growled as he flipped you around, your face pressed up agains the wall, tugging down your robes, revealing your ass to him and your glistening pussy.

He gave your ass a solid smack, his lips against your ear, heavy and commanding.

“You’re not getting away with this.”

You sighed in both pain and pleasure, hearing the clunk of his codpiece hitting the floor, his fingers gripping your ass hard as he rubbed his rigid cock at your entrance.

“Is this what you wanted?” He husked, “to be filled by your Commander? To beg for this cock? Oh, mesh’la, you’ll be begging.”

You let out a whine as he teased your dripping entrance with his cockhead, already thinking you maybe took it a little too far with your visions, knowing he was a man true to his word.

It was too late now.

“Cody, please, I need-“

Smack! Another slap to your ass, his other hand wandering between your folds.

“Only good, obedient girls get this cock. After that stunt in the comm room, you have a lot to make up for.“

He swiped a finger over your clit, causing you to cry out, your body twitching, unable to move much between the wall and his solid form behind you.

He roughly rubbed your clit, pushing two fingers into your entrance, immediately finding the spongy spot that made you see stars.

“You’re soaking, mesh’la, so needy for me.”

You could feel your release coming quickly, choking out his name as his other hand groped at your breast.

Cody knew you were close, feeling you tighten around him, your high pitched moans giving you away.

Cody removed his fingers right as you were about to reach your peak.

You whimpered, trying to lean back against him, desperate for your release, for anything.

Cody spun you around again, pressing his gloved fingers soaked with your juice to your lips.

“If you’re good, I’ll let you cum. You haven’t proved yourself to me, though. Now be a good girl, and clean me up.”

You licked his gloved fingers clean, tasting yourself and giving him a little show of what you could do with your tongue, if you let him.

Cody’s eyes darkened, slowly pulling his fingers out of your mouth, a line of spit connecting your lips to his fingers.

“On your knees, mesh’la. Like I said, you have a lot to make up for.”

🖤 Wolffe 🖤

The image you projected was absolutely filthy.

Your hands were pinned behind your back by his large hand, the other pressing between your shoulder blades keeping you down on the bed as he pounded into you from behind.

You were shamelessly moaning his name like a dirty Holofilm star, crying out for him to go harder, faster.

You stood at attention, casually glancing at him, noticing a bead of sweat forming at Wolffe’s temple.

You could sense he was trying his best not to leap over the holomap and ravage you in front of everyone.

You decided he had enough of the first fantasy, briefly closed your eyes, projecting another scene into his mind.

You were on your knees in front of him, your mouth open as he shoots ropes of cum all over your face, greedily lapping it up, kissing up and down his still-hard cock, begging for more.

Wolffe’s eyes flashed at you, his cybernetic eye and scar making him look more dangerous than usual, his eyes narrowing.

Got him.

You were enjoying watching him keep it together, a vein bulging at his forehead, his neck tense as he stood at attention, listening to Master Koon’s hologram.

You knew you were in for it after the meeting.

That was the entire point.

Wolffe was practically kicking down the door to your personal quarters after the meeting, pinning you to your bed, his mouth ravaging yours, moving down to suck and bite at your neck, hard.

He had your wrists held above your head with one hand, his grip like iron.

There was no escape.

“What was that?” He growled as he continued the assault on your neck, his hand tightening even more around your wrists that were wiggling to get free.

You whined as his hand that was digging into your waist moved under your robes, up toward your breasts.

“Answer me, mesh’la. Or you won’t get what you so obviously want.”

His gloved touch left a trail of fire on your skin, sending goosebumps across your body and a jolt of arousal straight to your pussy, your panties wet at the anticipation.

“You looked bored during the meeting.” You smirked at up at him, breathy pants leaving you as he touched you. “Thought you could use some entertainment.”

Wolffe’s gaze darkened at your teasing tone, the ghost of a smirk on his lips.

Without warning, he ripped open the front of your robes, yanking down your breast band.

You yelped as he attacked your breasts with this lips and teeth, leaving more marks for him to gently kiss over later when he was through with you.

“Do you want my cum, mesh’la? Is that what you want?” Wolffe grunted against your flushed skin as he switched to your other breast.

You gasped a yes, his teeth expertly nipping and tugging at your sensitive bud.

You writhed, your wrists still restrained above your head by his strong hand.

“I’ll fill your mouth to the brim, and you’ll swallow every drop, isn’t that right you filthy girl?”

You nodded, almost delirious just at his mouth on your nipples. He hadn’t even really started touching you yet.

“And then I’ll fill that pretty pussy of yours, but only if you behave. Will you behave for me?”

“Y-yes!” Your voice cracked, needing him to fuck you until you couldn’t remember your name. 

“Yes…?” He stopped, his predatory gaze locking on you.

“Yes…Commander.”

“Good girl.”

Wolffe continued ravaging your breasts, your mewls filling the room.

“Please, I want your cock inside me, I want you to cum so deep inside me, Wolf-Commander. I’ll be good, I promise…”

Wolffe released your wrists, your hands finally free.

“You haven’t been good though, you knew that the second you invaded my mind with those visions.”

Wolffe sat up, and began removing his armor. You forgot it was even still on.

“I’ll make sure you’re properly punished for such distractions, and then I’ll decide when you’re ready for my cock.”

You shivered at his promise as he climbed over you, just in his blacks, the outline of his rigid cock straining against the fabric.

“I dunno, Commander. You seem to be all bark and no bite.” You teased, knowing you were getting yourself into even more trouble.

A dark chuckle reverberated in his chest, ripping your pants and panties down your legs, tossing them to the side.

Wolffe grasped your thighs, biting down into the soft flesh of your inner leg, earning a loud yelp from you as his tongue eased the first of many marks he will leave on your body.

“Be careful what you wish for, mesh’la.”

💙 Rex 💙

You had him sweating and fidgeting as Rex tried to keep a straight face in the briefing room.

Rex was attempting to listen to the mission report, but your vision in his mind was proving to be quite the distraction.

You were on his face, his hands grasping your thighs as he feasted on your pussy from below.

“Rex, oh kriff, more, please, I need your big cock, I want you to ruin me.”

Rex gave you a desperate look from across the room, slightly shaking his head.

You ignored his pleading glance, changing the vision.

Now, you were splayed out on his desk in his private Captain’s quarters, his cock driving deeper and deeper into you, your back arching as you rubbed your clit, cumming over and over again around him.

His desk was dripping with your juices, your breasts bouncing almost comically as you cried out his name, hamming up the vision to see Rex squirm.

Rex suddenly coughed, everyone in the room looking at him momentarily.

You rocked on your heels, hands behind your back, pretending to listen as the pre-mission brief continued, completely innocent.

Finally, the meeting ended.

You exited the room, Rex quickly walking past you.

“My office. Now.” He hissed quietly, before being called over by Anakin to discuss further plans.

When Rex opened the door to his office, you were sitting at his desk, waiting for him.

“You have a lot of explaining to do, General.” Rex strode up to you, placing his hands on his desk, leaning over toward you.

You loved it when he used his serious Captain voice on you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Captain.”

“You know.” His voice dropped an octave, husky and gruff, just how you liked it.

“You’ll have to elaborate. I can’t read minds.”

Rex stood up straight, his expression unreadable. You continued to sit in his chair as he walked around the desk and over to you.

Rex leaned down again, placing his hands on the armrests of the chair, caging you in.

For a moment, you thought he was actually upset with you. You felt guilty, maybe you did take it too far in the meeting.

You opened your mouth to apologize, but Rex spoke first.

“I think you can, mesh’la. How else would you know those visions are what I think about doing to you every waking moment?”

His lips were hovering centimeters from yours, a quiet gasp leaving your lips, your body quivering at his statement.

Oh, he liked it.

His breath fanned over your face, feeling your panties dampen, his usual soft eyes glazed over with lust.

You leaned forward to close the small distance, wanting to taste him, but he pulled away, avoiding your kiss.

“Mmm, mesh’la. You’re not going to get what you want so easily.” Rex purred in your ear, his gloved hand snaking up your neck, tilting your head to the side.

He placed a hot kiss right below your ear, lazily licking your neck.

“Rex…” you sighed, grasping at his shoulder pads, his teeth grazing your skin, his lips pressing to the side of your jaw.

“You want something from me?” He removed himself from you, kneeling between your legs.

“I’m not sure if you deserve it. I could write you up for what you did back there.”

Rex hooked his fingers under your pants, pulling them down your legs. You lifted your ass, helping him remove your lower clothes.

“Yeah? What would the report say?” You shuddered as Rex began lavishing your bare thighs, teeth and tongue sucking and nibbling as he slowly made his way up to your aching apex.

You could feel Rex smirk against your skin.

“My General coercing me into questionable situations. Inappropriate use of Jedi abilities.”

Rex stopped right at your core, aching and throbbing for him. You could feel his breath on your pussy, desperate now for any friction.

You let out a frustrated whine as Rex kissed your inner thigh, ignoring where you needed him most.

“Rex…”

“Patience, mesh’la. You need a lesson in discipline, it seems.”

Rex brushed his nose against your clit, your hips instinctually bucking up toward him, your hands grasping at his buzzed hair.

You groaned impatiently as he gently kissed your labia, touching you everywhere but your clit.

“You’re not going to get what you want so easily.” He rumbled into your core, a finger now teasing your entrance.

You panted, knowing you asked for this, that you deserved this, but you could still protest to his teasing.

“Captain, please…” You begged, shifting your hips, hoping he would press his finger knuckle deep inside you.

Rex continued to just tease your entrance with his finger tip, slowly circling, not quite pressing all the way inside.

“Kriff, you’re so wet. Do you want me to fuck you on my desk? Do you want to cum over and over again on my cock?”

You nodded, heavy pants the only sound able to leave your lips as he finally pressed his finger inside.

“Use your words, is that what you want?”

Rex’s lips were brushing over your clit, the teasing almost too much.

“Y-yes! Please, Rex, I need you inside me!” Your words came out as a garbled cry as he suddenly sucked on your clit, adding a second finger to your pussy, stretching you so deliciously you thought you might cry, pleasure shooting up your spine.

And his cock wasn’t even inside you yet.

“You’ll get my cock, mesh’la, don’t worry. But first, I want you to cum just like this.” Rex added a third finger, his tongue and lips circling your clit, your vision white from the pleasure as you squirmed and writhed in his chair, totally at his mercy, your orgasm building quickly.

You came apart on his fingers, shaking and sobbing his name, pleasure coursing through you as Rex’s fingers and mouth worked you through your first orgasm.

“You’re so beautiful when you cum.” Rex’s pupils were blown with desire, licking his lips as he cleaned you up, his baritone voice was laden with desire, his control now gone.

You barely had time to come down from you high as Rex easily lifted you onto his desk, removing his codpiece in a flash, pulling down his blacks far enough for his flushed, dripping cock to spring free.

“And you’re going to cum again, and again, and again. Are you ready, mesh’la? This is what you asked for.”

Your answer was a cry of his name, his hands gripping your hips as he slammed into you, starting a devastating pace, fucking you exactly like you showed him in your vision.

Your last coherent thought before being so thoroughly fucked and blissed out by your Captain was that you should definitely tease him like this more often.

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[photogirl894]

Hello my beautiful, kind friend! Congratulations on 1,300 INSANE! 🤩 🎉

Please may I request some Hunter fluff with a female reader with the prompt:

“A life without you isn’t one I want to live.”

Perhaps Hunter accidentally confesses his true feelings to reader & then follows up with that cute line? Up to you if you’d want to do of course but I feel like you’d love to write for your Clone Hubby! Love you so much 🥰🩵

Thank you so much, Alanah!! Your friendship and support all these years has meant the world to me! 💜

Ohhhh you are far too kind with this request, my dear! 🥰🥰

**Putting a spoiler warning in case, but spoilers for Bad Batch s3 ep7**

"Chasing Waterfalls"

4. "A life without you isn't one I want to live."

Pairing: Hunter x fem reader

***

The escape from the Empire on Teth hadn't been easy for you and all the Clones, but you'd all managed to get away nonetheless. It definitely hadn't been without its challenges.

Not only had the Empire managed to find everyone there and blow up the Clones' secret base, but they'd tracked you through the jungle and there had been an assassin on your trail. You had told everyone that you and Crosshair would draw his fire while everyone got to the rendezvous point to meet with Echo and you both pursued the assassin. However, he had attacked the both of you and, to protect Crosshair, you had tackled the assailant over a cliff's edge into a swiftly flowing river, which connected to a series of large waterfalls. You'd gone over one and fell into a rocky landing where the assassin tried going for you again. With a vibroblade drawn, he'd attacked you, but luckily, Hunter had trained you not only in hand-to-hand combat, but with a blade, as well. How to use it and how to fight against an opponent with one. You'd held your own, but only barely. The assassin was strong and highly-trained. Eventually, he'd forced your head under the water and you found your breath being driven quickly from your body. Lucky for you, Crosshair had caught up with you and stunned the assassin, which made him fall into the river and be taken with the next waterfall. Crosshair and also Howzer had been quick to grab you before you could fall over, as well, and saved your life. Hunter soon followed and you could tell, even with his helmet on, that he was worried about you. You figured you falling over the cliff had frightened him and he was trying to reassure himself that you were okay.

After that, you had been stopped at the rendezvous point by a battalion of Clones, but Rex knew their Commander; Commander Wolffe, and he had been willing to let you all go. Once all of you boarded Echo's ship, you were safe for the time being.

The entire ride back to Pabu, Hunter said nothing to you, which was very unlike him. The two of you were very close and talked all the time. He knew you better than you even knew yourself and the same could be said for you about him. What was wrong? Was he worried about Omega, since the Empire had nearly caught them? Was he reconsidering their options?

Or...was he angry at you for what you had done?

It wasn't until you got to Pabu that finally you decided to break the longstanding silence between you two.

While the others returned to the Marauder, you pulled Hunter aside by the big tree on the collanade. "Hunter...what's wrong? You didn't talk to me the whole trek back. That's not like you."

He turned away, his brow furrowed with conflicted emotions. You could tell he wanted to say something, but was fighting against it.

"If you're mad at me for what I did on Teth, I'm sorry. I was just trying to--"

"Don't ever do that again."

He had interrupted you so abruptly that it almost made you choke on the remainder of your words.

Then he looked back at you, his brown eyes radiating with pain, but not of physical nature. He kept going, his voice firm yet nearly shaking, "Do you have any idea what it did to me to see you disappear over the cliff and the waterfall like that? Do you know how terrified I was thinking that you had been killed and that I'd lost you forever?"

"Hunter...."

His hands came up to your arms, clutching you tightly. "I never want you to do anything like that again! Do you hear me? I can't lose you, (Y/N)! You mean everything to me and I care too much for you to even dare imagine my days without you!"

You blinked in surprise. This wasn't anything you were expecting to hear from him. While you had suspected for some time that he harbored feelings for you, just as you did for him, you hadn't expected him to say anything like this nor did you think his feelings ran that deep.

As you struggled to find the words to respond, he lifted his hands to your face and brought his forehead to yours, his eyes squeezing shut to try and hold himself together. "A life without you isn't one I want to live," he then said to you, now a more present trembling in his voice.

The fear in his words was unmistakable and it made you realize how reckless your actions on Teth had been. Not only just in regards to your own life, but to the lives of your squad; to Hunter's life. You had been thinking of their safety, but hadn't considered how your possible demise would affect them, especially Hunter. It was never your intention to frighten him and hearing how scared he sounded broke your heart. It had apparently scared him so much that it caused him to confess to you, which you hadn't anticipated.

You reached up and took one of his hands on your cheek, leaning into his gentle touch. "I'm so sorry," you whispered. "I...I never meant to scare you like that. I was only thinking of keeping you and the others safe."

"You can keep us safe, but please...not at the cost of your life," he replied. "I would never survive if you were no longer at my side. I need you. I...I love you."

As soon as those three words left his mouth, his hands grasped the back of your head and his lips came upon yours, kissing you softly but with evident yearning. Your heart soared within you as you kissed him in return, knowing now that your life was no longer your own to trifle with.

Your life was his and his life was yours...and neither of you would ever live without the other.

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[ethereal-inquisitor]

It’s my birthday today, and I would love some steamy recommendations for any of my boys (Thorin, Mando, MoonKnight, Bucky, Steve, etc) for my reading pleasure this fine week! Anyone have favorites?

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[coffeeandbatboys]

Coffee’s 270 follower celebration!

This one is for all of my clone wars and tbb friends out there! I can’t guarantee that your favorite character will be on the list but they’re the ones I write best for.

Characters: Rex, Echo (tbb and tcw), Fives, Kix, Wolffe, Fox, Howzer, Mayday, and Jesse (all will be x reader)

What I won’t write: NSFW, x Male reader, anything that feels uncomfy.

All of these will be fluff and have a happy ending. There may be a smidge of angst or hurt/comfort but these are feel good fics.

How it works: send me a character, a number between 1 and 10, and one of these three emojis: 😜🥰🥹. Each one corresponds to a list of prompts that I have stashed a way in a secret compartment somewhere 👀! The number will help me choose a specific prompt and write your fic.

Open through Saturday March 30th!

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[angelltheninth]

Money Sees All

Pairing: Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, banter, sex pollen, power dynamic, biting, size kink, breeding kink, Zhongli has his dragon traits

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: Commission for @zhongrin! The title of this fic is inspired by "God Sees All" cause the song is a banger.

You followed close to your Lord, at his side, definitely out of place in the Red Light district. If Zhongli was bothered by the things on display, the nearly naked men and women, he didn’t show any indication. This wasn’t what you were here for after all. “Are you sure its in this place my Lord?” You looked around at the people snickering at the two of you entering one of the brothels.

“Even a god needs a whore.” They’d whisper, making your ears burn. Zhongli looked down at you with gentle golden eyes, his hand sneaking up your arm, the marks slightly rough on your skin.

“Do not listen to them. We’re only here for a lead.” This place was one where a lot of money turned, a lot of people passed through, so someone should know if the sex drug that Zhongli had heard whispers about passed through here or not. He himself wasn’t interested in it, however it was hurting his people, he needed to put a stop to it.

You were his right hand woman, so of course you aided him in it. You helped take down the criminals, much to his dismay. He was a protective god, “I’m much tougher then you give me credit for my Lord.” You’d wink at him, a playful smile on your lips as he patted you on the head for a job well done. Lately his hand began to linger there, to trail down your cheek, to brush against the corner of your lip. No, no, must be your imagination. He was a god, Zhongli, Morax, Rex Lapis. You were a mortal, just a temporary assistant.

Perhaps that’s what made you dip you fingers into the bag of drugs and taste them, the loneliness. It tasted so sweet, it smelled sweet,it made your head spin and your pussy grow slick in minutes. It was a mistake.

“What have you done little one?” Zhongli’s booming voice made you flinch. He stood at your door, eyes wide and nostrils flaring. His hand quickly flew over his face to block the sweet scent, yours and that of the pollen. “You know what that does to humans. Its not meant for you.” The room spun, your eyes locking on him, your god, your boss as heat traveled down your flushed cheeks to your core. “It’s my fault.” His voice was a breathy sigh, “I know you humans have your curiosity. It’s why this happened in the first place. But you off people should have known better.”

The words did nothing to scold you, instead they made you rub your thighs together as you sat on the floor, your clothes making it entirely too hot. “I know.” You whined, “I’m sorry. I-ah, god!” You slumped forward, head spinning, hand sneaking between your legs, shame blooming on your cheeks as you rubbed your needy clit in front of him. Hot tears began to roll down your cheeks as Zhongli’s mouth dropped open. He should have never seen you in this state. No, correction, you should have never been in this state to begin with. “But I needed to get rid of it.”

“Get rid of it? The sex pollen?” His voice was slightly deeper then normal, eyes flashing gold, hands fisting into the cream colored robes.

“Lonely. I was... I thought it would help but... fuck...it hurts... it hurts... its so empty... need a cock...” More specifically, you needed Zhongli’s cock. “Need to... be filled up...”

“Filled...?” The word was almost snapped in half from his growl, his pants tenting at the front, “You need... someone to take care of you.” You barely noticed the door slamming closed as strong arms picked you up and tossed you on the bed, sharp claws making short work of your clothes and his own. He could get new clothes, he had the money for it, he was a god, and you his beloved second in command. “Apologies. This drug is meant for us gods, it can... enhance the experience. However it’s very excise, and very dangerous to humans unless... treated properly.” He let you run your hand up his arms, feeling the marks sneaking up, feeling his silky hair fall free under your fingers, the ribbon falling bedside your head, his tail thumping, thumping and coiling back and forth.

This wasn’t first time you’ve seen him like this, his tail, his sharp claws, his fangs clenched, his horns poking upwards, but it was the first time you’ve seen him look this feral, this out of his own control. And his cock... fuck how was that gonna fit.

“I will make it fit.” Shit, you didn’t realize you spoke out-loud. Your shame didn’t prevent you from fingering in and out as he watched, still slightly conflicted, “I promise I... I do care for you. This won’t change anything between us.” Won’t it really? You can’t imagine that fucking your boss wouldn’t change anything in your dynamic.

Maybe in the future, “Am I not gonna be your whore?” You asked, remembering what those people from the Red Light district said.

“Tonight you are. But do not think that I would think of you as lesser for it. I will always cherish you and our bond. If anything...” He rolled his hips forward, long, slow thrusts pressing over your fingers then over your pussy when you moved your hand away, needing more direct contact, “...this is just another side of you. And me. What kind of god would I be if I didn’t take care of all my followers. Especially one so... divoted.”

“My Lord I hope that you... that I can please you.” You hooked your legs around him, locking them above his tails, feeling the warm scales brushing against your heels. You expected slow, you thought he had some semblance of control but if he did it vanished the moment your pussy walls tightened around his tip. He wastes no time thrusting into you needy, wanting pussy, listening to the moans that follow from your lips.

Zhongli pulled you into each of his thrusts, his hands tugging your hips with his as he feels you take him to the hilt. You can see how much he cared for you, each thrust meant for your pleasure, each deep stroke making your breath shaky, that smile across his lips as he sees your pleading and panting face taking him. His briefly left yours to look at your neck, “It might hurt a little but, some pain might help as well.” His tongue licked over his fangs, long and rough and making your pussy clench as you imagined that inside of you, tasting you.

With shaking fingers you guided him close, lips almost touching before he passed them by and bit down on your shoulder. “Zhongli! I- my Lord!” You didn’t know what name to cry out when you came so you used all of them in quick succession, your pussy getting more slippery with each of his deep thrusts, “More, more, more, more. Not enough.”

“Not enough? I know what you need.” His tongue licked over the bite mark, proud of the scaring it will leave, “You need my seed. You need to feel full of me. You need your God, your Lord, to breed your cunt full of cum.”

The thought of his seed going deep into your womb and breeding you?! All of these thoughts are making you forget that you are being fucked by the man who is your God. All you care about is the pleasure he gives you.

With one hand on your hips, he slammed his hips against yours in a punishing rhythm while his other hand battered your clit, skilled fingers flicking the hard nub repeatedly until you felt nearly. Zhongli let himself go with a harsh growl, burring himself to the balls as he came, thick ropes of sticky cum filling your womb.

God he might be but he allowed himself to slump forward and into your embrace, pushing his cock forward and almost making you lift your hips to accommodate him. “Are you... this was... uhm... thnk you, my Lord.” You hid your face in his shoulder, his hair tickling your hot cheeks. You were unwilling to let go of him, scared of the face he would make once this fog of lusts lets up.

Instead of a harsh scolding you felt a rumbling inside his chest, a hand cupping the back of your head, the other wrapping around your back, thumb rubbing soothing circles along the base of your spine. “Thank you for allowing the honor of helping you. That being said, we should get rid of this stuff, otherwise I’m afraid we won’t be leaving your bed.”

“A... tempting thought.” Your eyed the bag still open on your desk, moaning as you felt Zhongli’s cock stir. “But if you’re here with me, you’d help me if I were to... have an accident again?” Your answer was one of Zhongli’s very rare laughs and his tail reaching over for the bad, taking some of the dust on his tongue and giving you a deep kiss.

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[knightprincess]

Forgive Me (Echo x Medic Reader) Part 18

Words: 2.8k Warning: Fluff, Indication of depression, mentions of PTSD, and Nightmares. Also a bit of a time jump. Some Fluffy Wolffe and Mando'a used. Pronouns used: She/Her (also uses Y/N) Mando'a used: Verd'ika (little warrior) and Ad'ika (little one)

It had been months since the war had ended, almost a year. In that time, so much had changed. Worlds that had once been part of the separatist movement had undergone merciless imperial occupations; others had suffered through devastating massacres at the hands of the Empire and its many officials. The senators hadn't gotten off lightly either. Some had been forced to run for various reasons, some from rebelling against the empire, others for their acts during the war. Most, if not all, of them had stood up for what was right, both for their people and morally. 

Time, however, hadn't been kind to Clones. Not only had the new Trooper Kore been brought in to replace them, but their home on Kamino had been decommissioned and destroyed as well. In the time since Order 66, many clones had broken free of the Inhibitor chip control, whether that be from sheer willpower or the chip not being as effective as it once had been. Many clones had fled the empire, and others had disappeared entirely. Those who had previously been imprisoned for treason or other unfounded accusations had been transferred elsewhere, never to be seen again. 

Wolffe and (Y/N) had been on the run for most of the year. Both knew they were being hunter, or at least (Y/N) was. Over time, they had developed a small system that helped them survive. They only stopped off for fuel and supplies when needed, normally on an outer rim planet where the empire had yet to suppress or had little power. They'd do odd jobs for credits, Snap would use her skills as a medic to help those in need, and Wolffe became a mercenary for hire, using the skills from the battlefield to his advantage. 

Regarding communication, the two used old Republic devices, using code words to ensure they were protected should someone undesirable stumble across the com channel they used. When landing on new planets for supplies, Wolffe always ensured the coast was clear before giving (Y/N) the signal to leave the ship. If they were hailed, on the other hand, Wolffe would be the one to answer, with Snap remaining quiet until it was determined if the caller was friendly or Empire-bound. 

The pair had long since replaced the small two-person attack shuttle, suspecting they could be tracked via it. Instead, they had gotten a much larger and more comfortable ship, a VXC-100 light freighter. The ship had enough space for the pair to move around and comfortably have their own personal area. It worked as both a means of transport and a home until the time came when they found a planet to stow away on safely or the empire stopped pursuing Snap. 

"Your eye playing up again?" softly asked (Y/N), taking up her normal spot in the cockpit. Wolffe grunted in response while continuing to push the ball of his hand into the mechanical eye in an effort to either stop the searing pain or silence the sound emanating from it. The sound that had been a constant since the close call with the empire the previous week. (Y/N) soon stood, intending to return to her quarters to retrieve the medical equipment she'd been collecting over the months. All things she'd need to take care of Wolffe's cybernetic, as well as properly tend to any injuries that may occur. 

"My eye can wait," called Wolffe with a sigh, noticing the blinking red light on the dashboard, indicating someone was trying to contact them. "We're being hailed again," he added, waiting for Snap to return to the co-pilot chair before all but whacking the blinking button as if it was a deadly insect that needed to be squashed quickly. From the force of the whack and the groaning of the dashboard, (Y/N) was almost certain Wolffe had broken the button. His anger at their situation was likely getting the better of him again. 

As normal, Snap remained quiet, listening intently as if to determine if the caller was trying to deceive them, as had happened a few times before, back when they were still finding their feet as fugitives and before they worked out their little system. Wolffe, as normal, kept his voice even but gruff, asking the caller to identify themselves in a way that few would dare refuse. 

"CT-7567," answered the familiar voice of Jango Fett, a voice millions of Clones across the galaxy shared. "Rex, former Captain of the 501st, served under General Anakin Skywalker," added the voice. Wolffe allowed a relieved grin to pass over his lips before forcing it back again and regaining his rigid seriousness. He'd allowed himself to be fooled by an old friend weeks ago with Cody, only to find out the former commander of the 212th was serving the empire. Although Wolffe was sure he could have trusted Cody, he didn't take the risk of revealing (Y/N) was with him, although safely stowed away on the ship. 

"State your purpose," almost growled Wolffe, trying not to show he was hoping for the best. That Rex was there as an ali rather than to help the Empire get hold of Snap. 

"CC-5576 here. Lighten up, you gruffly old bugger. Rexy's been looking for you since the war ended," spoke a second voice, one that managed to draw an eye roll from Wolffe and quiet laughter from Snap. The medic was quick to slap her hands over her mouth in an effort to stop any sound from escaping and alert Rex and Gregor she was there. "He thought you were under imperial control until I told him otherwise. Didn't believe when I said you were too stubborn to listen to Order 66." 

"I'm sending you coordinates, rendezvous with us. We'll talk Snap there," voiced Rex as Wolffe glanced toward (Y/N), noticing her attention was on the vast void of space stretching as far as the eye could see. He soon followed her line of sight, seeing a larger freighter in the distance. It looked like those piloting it had a close call with someone or something. Sure enough, mere seconds after the beeping sounded to signal something received, the ship jumped into hyperspace. 

"Jedha," whispered Snap, her voice uneven and flooded with all the emotions she tried to suppress. "Midrim, but a good place to disappear for a little while," she added with a sigh, escaping her lips shortly after. If she was honest, she liked the idea of leaving the ship for a little bit; as much as she was thankful for the safety it offered, the durasteel walls had started to feel like a prison. The void of space made it feel like happiness and freedom could never be achieved. "Penny, for your thoughts?" asked Snap, briefly turning away from Wolffe to program the hyperdrive, preparing for the journey through hyperspace to reach their new destination. 

"Mixed feelings," replied Wolffe, submitting to (Y/N) attending to his eye. He at least had faith she could fix the damage done to it and had hoped she could once again ease the pain as she'd done many times before. "For almost a year, it's been a constant struggle to survive, always looking over our shoulder and coming to terms with being unable to trust old friends or seemingly harmless civvies. It's just been me and you. My heart is telling me to trust Rex and the mad buffoon, but my instincts are screaming there is something off," admitted the battle-tested commander. He knew better than most to listen to his gut when it told him something was off. He'd paid the price for ignoring those very instincts during the war; now he had Snap to protect as well; he had the weight of knowing his choices affected her as much as himself. 

"Do you trust Rex and Gregor?" asked Snap once she'd removed Wolffe's cybernetic. From the prevailing vision, she noticed Wolffe put a black eye back over the empty socket, preventing anything from getting into it. "Can you describe the noise said cybernetic makes?" she added, her attention remaining on the small device in her gloved hand, turning it gently as if searching for the course of the sound Wolffe had unknowingly yelled about during his sleep. "You talk in your sleep," she commented after seeing Wolffe throwing a confused look in her direction. 

"It's difficult to describe," replied the battle-worn commander, rubbing the back of his neck to buff away the embarrassment creeping up from the collar of his shirt. "A combination of scraping, drilling, scratching, and vibrating. It sometimes squeaks when it gets stuck," he answered, finding it tougher than expected to describe the sound he kept hearing from the eye properly. "Been playing up since the last close call with the imps." 

"What about you? How are you handling your demons?" asked the former Commander of the 104th, recalling the many sleepless nights he'd comforted Snap after she'd woken up terrified by nightmares, covered in a thin layer of a cold sweat. She was always shivering, tears staining her cheeks, frightened of every little shadow for days after. The nights the past plagued her were the ones she asked Wolffe to stay with her; the safety and comfort he brought her just about enough to settle her, even if it was just for a short snap. 

"It's hard," replied Snap, debating if she should open up about what plagued her every time she tried to sleep. Sometimes, it was as simple as the faces of all those she failed to save during the war, both troopers and civilians caught in the crossfire. The friends she was forced to leave behind after the war ended, most of the time, her imagination conjured up the worst scenes. What remained of her family was that her parents had to bury at least one daughter; force only knows what they thought regarding Devika and herself. She worried for Devika, always wondering what happened to her bright little sister, hoping she was safe and didn't share the same fate as Isolde. 

Questions haunted her too, most of the time of things that couldn't be changed. What would have happened if the Jedi listened to Fives when he'd tried so hard to warn them? What happened to Kix? He'd suddenly disappeared mere days after the mission to the information center on Anaxes. What about Echo and the Bad Batch? Did they enact Order 66? Were they somewhere with the empire, helping to force the galaxy into the mold the emperor wanted, helping to sow fear and hate? 

She thought about the empire, too, what they wanted with her and why they were so insistent on her capture. She questioned why she was so valuable to them; after all, she was nothing more than a civilian medic during the war, one of the thousands to apply for the role, and one of the thousands of civil personnel a part of the GAR. It didn't make sense to her why they wanted her so much. Nor did the original transfer, the advanced science division, make sense to her. She was no scientist, just a simple medic with a passion for helping people. 

"There's so many unanswered questions, so much fear and distrust, so much loss. It feels like I'm being pulled in so many directions that I'm being torn apart. I'm scared for Devika, always wondering if she survived the end of the war or shared Isolde's fate. I'm terrified to think about what happened to friends, to loved ones both of us were forced to leave behind. I'm afraid of what the future will hold, of the unknown, of losing someone else I care for. It's like I'm in a tug of war of what the future will be like if the empire finds us and the person I could have been if things ended differently," worded Snap, unaware of the tears staining her cheeks again until Wolffe reached out to wipe them away, sympathy painting his features, although it was clear he'd suspected she struggled with everything. 

"Listen to me, Ad'ika. You are not alone. Things may get tough, but you are a fighter, a survivor. You'll get through this. We'll get through it. Remember what Cody said: you have an army of brothers. Right now, you're stuck with me, and I'll be damned if I let the empire take away someone else. They took away my brothers and played a game with our lives. You're not going to suffer more; neither of us are," spoke Wolffe, trying to inspire confidence and give (Y/N) a little hope things would eventually get better. Both of them would be stronger once they got through the trials placed before them. 

(Y/N) could only whisper a quiet thank you before continuing on with her previous task. Feeling a little bit of the weight lift of her shoulders but she still worried for Wolffe. Even now, he refused to open up to her, always carrying the weight of the galaxy on his shoulders, determined to carry the burden without help, even when it was getting to him too. Snap was no fool; she knew it was more than the damaged cybernetic getting to the former commander. She knew his past was getting to him, too; the unanswered questions plagued his mind. What happened to the rest of the Wolffe Pack? Guilt over being unable to save more or General Plo, the man who had been a father figure to many. She knew the nightmares he suffered, the day he lost his eye on repeat as the sound of the lightsaber haunted him. The brothers he lost to Grievous and the Malevolence, watching as the escape pods were cracked open, the survivor's guilt and PTSD. 

"I know you won't talk about it. But if you feel like everything is getting too much to handle. Please say something. You're not alone either," softly spoke Snap, fiddling with the small cybernetic, a small smile painting itself across her lips upon finding the damaged area. She got to work on fixing it with her, the limited knowledge she had, determined to bring her close friend some comfort. "As for Gregor and Rex, there's nothing wrong with hoping. Whatever you decide, you've got my support," she added before nodding and turning her attention back to Wolffe fully, indicating she was done fiddling for now or needed his opinion regarding the silver-colored cybernetic. 

Quietly, Wolffe removed the eye patch, closing his good eye while waiting for the expected cold ball to be placed back in his empty socket. The process was always uncomfortable, but at least (Y/N) was gentle, her touch always as light as feathers, healing even. The moment the cybernetic was in place, Snap tapped his shoulder, giving Wolffe a little time to readjust. As expected, he shook his head a little and tapped the side of his temple a few times as if trying to will the silver eye back into place. 

"The noise is gone," commented Wolffe, noticing the vision was much clearer now. Before (Y/N) fiddled with the tiny device, the edges of the vision had been blurry and colorless, almost fading into black. Now, it was sharp and clear, perhaps better than when he'd first received it. "Where'd you learn to do that?" he asked, curiosity getting the better of him. He knew Snap was a good medic; she was friendly and always put others before herself, and she was caring and a good listener. But her talent for fixing things was new, or at least not one he'd noticed before. The former commander was aware others had taught her things; he, Gregor, and Rex had taught her to use blasters during the war, if only so she could protect herself. Fives had taught her hand-to-hand combat as well with Jesse's help. 

"General Skywalker, mainly he was always fiddling with something when stressed," replied Snap, a soft smile coming to her lips as her shoulders relaxed from their previous rigid position. "Probably picked things up from Tech as well," she added, recalling the many times Tech had told her about his side projects scattered around the barracks on Kamino and aboard the Marauder. 

A low rumble of laughter soon escaped Wolffe as he shook his head again. Soon after, a smirk appeared across his lips, one he didn't try to fight off this time. Instead, he wondered what else she had picked up over the years of service to the Republic and GAR. 

"Definitely not made of glass," commented Wolffe, recalling her comment from their first meeting aboard the triumph. "More of a verd'ika now, stronger than you know," he complimented, as the beeping signaling they were close to their destination echoed around the cockpit. A rainbow of colors soon replaced the once blue and white swirls of hyperspace, and then a large desert planet appeared; from their position, the sandy dunes looked similar in color to that of Geonsis, the sandy planet where the clone wars had begun all those years ago. 

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[nubisaureus]

when they get jealous and needy

how the genshin men show their jealousy over you

character(s): Cyno, Xiao, Kaeya

pairings(s): fem!reader x Cyno, Xiao, Kaeya (separately)

contents: uncertainty of feelings, smut, found family, angst, comfort

not proofread! im swamped with uni work so i might post less till next week, sorry <3

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Cyno

he's absolutely chill most of the time, but there are some times he just gets jealous and insecure

you bet he's going to mark his territory: whether it is by putting his hand around your waist, pulling you close, whispering something in your ear while looking the other person dead in the eyes, his golden irises sending a silent warning

«And who's this, angel?» he asks, as he gets to your side

you better believe he's gonna get extra needy/rough when you two get in bed later

as he's balls deep in your pussy, he groans «you're mine, aren't you, angel?»

you struggle to answer. not because you don't know what to answer, but because you can't think properly, as he's relentlessly pounding into you, making you lose any semblance of rational thought

he stops, still inside of you.

«answer.» he commands now, making you squirm and whine for more.

«C-cyno..» you plead, incapable of uttering any other word than his name.

«yes?» his pupils dark and wide, much like the ones of a predator

«i am Cyno. that guy was just flirting with me because he can't stand you. he wants to make you angry because the matra once apprehended him due to his illegal schemes, and so he wants to take it out on you..» you utter those words, remembering the case that had shaken your Darshan from the inside out, before Cyno was even the general Mahamatra

as you finish speaking, he starts to pound into you again, making you scream his name, finally getting the release you were aching for

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Xiao

poor thing is still new to this having feelings for someone, so when he gets angry when another guy talks with you in a more friendly way, he doesn't know what to do with his feelings

so he goes to Zhongli, asking for advice (a/n yes, i believe in Zhongli as Xiao's found family, idc)

«Rex L-» «Just Zhongli.»

he looks down, biting his lip at the correction. it doesn't feel fair to him to call Rex Lapis as simply Zhongli, but he carries on, explaining his problem

«What you are experiencing is what mortals call "jealousy". While it is normal to have such a feeling when someone you don't like might be talking to her in a little too friendly manner, you must learn not to get overwhelmed by this feeling, as it only brings people apart and destroys relationships.»

he thinks long and hard about what Zhongli told him, and as you return to Wangshu Inn, you find him on the rooftop, deep in thought.

«I'm back, Xiao.» you say, catching his attention.

you are met by a dry reply, that makes you wonder what might be up with him

after a bit, he decides to confess, and you look at him, endearment in your eyes

«aw, love. you have no need to be jealous. i'm sorry you felt this way. whether adeptus or human, jealousy is a terrible feeling that no one wants to experience. but i can assure you that the only one i love is you, and no one else.»

he's got tears in his eyes

«are you sure?» you nod. «but..my karmic debt..» he averts his eyes, turning his back to you

you hug him from behind, resting your head on his shoulder

«my Vision protects me.»

he makes you promise to run away if he ever loses control over himself, and you reluctantly agree, even though you know that if that ever happened, you would fight for him until the bitter end.

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Kaeya

oh boi, you're in for a ride

he's literally the smoothest talker ever, he doesn't even need to get jealous

he's more of a showoff really, basically showing off his wonderful girlfriend

so it's more him making other people jealous, whether men or women, because, let's be honest, it's not like women are not jealous of you

«all alone here, kitten?» he comes up at you at Angel's Share, while Diluc rolls his eyes at his cheesiness

you flirt right back, twirling a strand of loose hair in your fingers, catching his attention

your hair and neck are his weak points, so you know exactly what you're doing

his eyes are fixated on you, as you let go of your hair, and go back to your drink, ignoring him

he comes up to you, whispering something in your ear

«let's put on a show» are the words that come to your ears, and you smile wickedly

you turn your head towards him, staring at his lips intensively

he's too close for comfort, and you can feel his cold breath on your skin, shivers appearing in response

as you're about to kiss, your lips inches from each other, a suave melody starts playing

you see one of the most renowned bard of Mondstadt, Venti, playing his lyre for the tavern

you get all excited, and stand up, your dress flitting around your figure

Kaeya gives you a puzzled look, but it soon transforms into an amused smile, as he joins you in dancing

you two dance together, the entire tavern mesmerized at the sight of you two

might also be because Kaeya was using his vision to create small snowflakes around both of you, those same snowflakes catching the light of the tavern, creating a reflective spectacle

you decide to tease him, grabbing him by the ring that holds his collar in place

he smiles smugly, as if to ask "what now?"

your faces get too close for comfort, both of you lost in the each other's eyes

suddenly a whiff of wind swirls around you, diffusing an irresistible aroma around you

who's gonna give in first? it's a battle of wits at this point

Kaeya does.

you don't even have the time to process it, that his lips are on yours, and his hands are on your waist, pulling you closer

that was one memorable night

what you didn't know is that your ex was standing in a corner of the tavern, a bewildered look in his eyes as he witnessed the whole scene

Kaeya is a fucking menace

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[zoeykallus]

Rex – In Love And War 5 – Old Friends

---------- Coming back from you errand run, you'll find that Rex and you have an unexpected, yet not unwelcome visitor. ----------

What Happened Before:

In Love And War

Part 2 -Noises In The Dark

Part 3 - Sinful Dreams

Part 4 - Mesh'la

Part 5 - Old Friends

When you came back to the hut with your bags loaded with food, you both knew immediately that something was wrong. An old instinct that was never lost, you both immediately noticed the smallest changes in your surroundings, a folded carpet edge, a chair that wasn't quite where you left it.

Rex instantly dropped all his bags and pulled out his blaster, you followed his lead.

What you found was unexpected, however, in the small living room of your refuge, sat a familiar face. You didn't know the name, but it was definitely a clone. He had an undercut hairstyle, shaved off at the sides and neck, and on his top longer combed-back hair that was slightly out of shape. On his left cheek was a scar that looked like an old burn.

Rex lowered his blaster first, then you did too.

"Howzer?" asked Rex incredulously.

You'd heard that name before, in connection with Ryloth, if you weren't mistaken.

Howzer wore a robe over his clone armor, yet you saw how battered the armor looked underneath and the man who was in it. The man sitting there on your sofa had obviously been through a lot.

Howzer looked at you, his expression both melancholy and relieved.

"I didn't believe it at first when they told me I'd find you here," he said to Rex.

Rex and you exchanged a startled look. Someone knew he was here, that was not good.

"Who told you about this?" asked Rex tensely.

Howzer raised his hands placatingly and you saw the tears in his gloves, the scars on his hands underneath.

"A mutual friend. Cut."

Rex breathed a sigh of relief, finally putting the blaster away and stepping closer to the sofa.

"You look tired"

Howzer nodded sadly.

"It's been a long arduous journey, one that has not been easy for me" Howzer spoke before his gaze drifted to you.

"Who's the girl?"

Rex's gaze turned stern.

"She's not just a girl," he growled "She's my former commander."

Howzer blinked.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to be disrespectful at all, not in general, I was just curious, Commander"

You sighed and smiled, settling down next to him on the sofa, "I'm not a commander anymore, it's fine"

Glancing at Rex you said, "How about you two catch each other up and I'll make some dinner for all of us?"

As if on cue, Howzer's stomach growled and he smiled apologetically. The smile and knowing how much he must have been through made your heart soften like a cookie you put in a bowl of milk.

"I'll be right back."

The men were sitting on the sofa talking, when you finished setting the table.

You put fresh pre-cut bread on the table, a pot of hearty soup, bowl, spoon and ladle.

You began to fill the plates and called out to the men, "Come on boys, dinner's ready."

Howzer and Rex came to the table. Rex sat down. Howzer smiled shyly at you and nodded gratefully before sitting down. You put more of the meat from the soup on the men's plates, the lion's share, and put a thick slice of the fresh bread on each.

"Thank you very much," Howzer said, and it was obvious that he was truly grateful.

You wondered when the poor guy had last eaten properly.

"Howzer said Clone Force 99 helped him escape after he was to be executed as a traitor," Rex told you before tearing off a piece of bread, dipping it into the soup and finally popping it into his mouth.

You paused in your movement for a second, then casually said, "Clone Force 99 wasn't affected by Order 66?"

Howzer swallowed the mouthful of meat he had in his mouth before replying, "No, I don't know exactly why, I didn't ask, but there were some clones who didn't coldly and stubbornly follow orders, that includes me."

You looked at Rex questioningly.

"So the chip doesn't work on every clone?"

"Seems so" Rex said "But unfortunately it does for most".

After a short pause you asked "Is everyone still alive? I mean the entire Clone Force 99?"

Both men nodded.

So Hunter was still alive. The two of you had once had a very brief relationship, a little hanky-panky, head over heels, but you hadn't said a word about it afterwards. Every once in a while you'd cast languorous glances at each other from afar when you ran into each other, but then you were assigned to Rex's unit and Hunter was always on the move, you hardly ever saw him, and because of Rex you had almost completely forgotten about him, even though Rex and you hadn't even come close.

"What are you thinking about?" asked Rex.

You looked up from your plate, startled.

"Nothing, I knew Clone Froce 99 a little, I was just wondering what they were doing now".

Howzer told you how arduous his journey to you and Rex had been, that he had barely escaped with his life a couple of times and that he had to deal with a firefight or two.

You remembered how difficult it had been for you and Rex to get here in the first place. But at least you had each other, Howzer was alone and as for someone who had been surrounded by so many of his brothers for so long, brothers he had to run from because they had orders to kill him, it was probably horrible. Thinking about that hurt your soul.

"You can stay here with us as long as you like," you said kindly, and you meant it.

Rex nodded affirmatively.

A few days later, you really noticed how handsome Howzer was. He had clean civi clothes, his hair had been fixed properly, he was washed and looked much healthier. That smile he had on him, it seemed so different from Rex's.

One evening he was helping you wash the dishes from dinner and Rex was taking care of firewood for the fireplace, since it had gotten colder outside, when he approached you a little shyly.

"Um, I hope you don't mind me asking Y/N, but is there something going on between you and Rex?"

You blinked in surprise.

"What makes you think that?"

He shrugged, finally laughed softly and said; "I don't know, honestly I just wanted to know if you were already taken or if I was spitting in Rex's soup when I asked you out"

You felt warmth creep into your cheeks and a tingle spread through your stomach.

"Oh?"

You cleared your throat uncertainly, "Did you ask him if he would be okay with that?"

Howzer shook his head and asked, "Should I?"

"Well, maybe, I don't know."

Howzer thought for a moment and finally nodded, "You're right, maybe he is interested in you and just hasn't said anything, would be typical of him"

You smiled a little nervously and handed him a plate to dry off.

After a little pause he asked, "And if he says he doesn't mind? Would you be interested then?"

You didn't think twice and surprised yourself how quickly you answered.

"Yes, I would be interested."

You couldn't help but return his warm, infectious smile.

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[the-bad-batch-baroness]

Where's Mommy?

Wolffe x Fem!Reader

Part 10

Summary: Wolffe's wife suddenly dies, leaving him a single father in the middle of a war.

Pairing: Wolffe x Fem!Reader

Characters: Wolffe, Cara (child OFC), Comet, Sinker, Boost, Plo Koon

Tags & Warnings: heavy angst, mention of death, off-screen death, spousal death, reader is not the spouse, grief, hurt/comfort, family fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

Author's Note: Things are still crazy right now, but I am managing. Thank you to everyone who has reached out. I appreciate it! This is another transitional chapter. Not much happens, other than the plot moving forward. You know, the meaning of "filler episode" really changes when you write 😅 The chapter isn't exciting or emotional, but it's still important to the overall plot and contains context for future chapters. As always, please enjoy 💚

Beta: @beating-a-dead-plot

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10

The ride over to the Jedi Temple is quiet once Cara settles on Wolffe's lap. Most children fall asleep to the lull of a moving ship or speeder, and Cara is no exception. Wolffe doesn't mind, though. He prefers her to be asleep and peaceful than awake and chaotic. She's been through enough already, and yet, the tragedy is nowhere near over. Not by a long shot. Deep down he knows the funeral is going to rip off every band-aid he and the others have meticulously placed.

They can lie, dance around the truth, replace facts with illusion, and carefully craft misdirection, but at the end of the day, they can't hide it forever. The pain is painted across all of their faces. A grim truth they all know but refuse to acknowledge, even for Wolffe. No one wants to speak it aloud out of fear that maybe, just maybe, if they don't say it, it won't happen. But while trying to conceal it from Cara, they have disillusioned themselves with their own blank stares and frowns.

Wolffe stares out the window and watches as other speeders fly by, lost in his thoughts about the future. Not many clones think about the future, because it's not in their brain chemistry to look beyond anything other than their immediate present, but that changed for Wolffe after he met his wife. There was a moment where it felt like he unlocked a part of his brain. The part that wants to survive and thrive, instead of fight and die. It's a fleeting feeling, but there nonetheless.

He's wondering, not only about the funeral, but what comes after. What will he do when he gets a new assignment? He can't stay on Coruscant forever. No clone can. Wolffe scoffs at his own thoughts and corrects himself. In reality, the only clones who can stay on Coruscant forever are the Coruscant Guard. At this moment, Wolffe thinks they're lucky, even if they don't. Fox would kill to be back on the battlefield, and Wolffe would trade his command with Fox’s in a heartbeat.

However, Fox has his own life to lead and his own things to worry about on Coruscant. This is just how life is for the clones. It's a luck of the draw in who gets to be a commander and who gets stationed where. To the Republic, all clones are the same, so it shouldn't matter what clones go where, but to the clones, sometimes, it does matter. Clones who haven't been around long enough don't understand, and those who have, don't live long enough after they find out.

Wolffe is pulled from his thoughts when they arrive at the Jedi Temple. He peers out the window at the towering structure and breathes deep as he feels his heart rate increase. He's never been enthralled with the Jedi like other clones; finding their religion strange and their battle tactics even stranger. Perhaps it's the deep-seeded Mandalorian genes coursing through his veins that makes him wary of the so-called peacekeepers, even if Rex tries to convince him otherwise.

The only Jedi Wolffe remotely likes or cares about is his own. General Plo Koon saved him, Boost's, and Sinker's lives, and for that he owes him his undying loyalty. The rest he disregards. He serves them as he should, like any good soldier who follows orders, but that doesn't mean he has to like them or worship them. It's the Jedi that caused him to lose his first battalion, even though he alone received the demerits for it, much to his general's disgruntled displeasure.

To stand at the precipice of the Jedi Temple with the intent to leave his beloved daughter in the care of these Force-wielding wizards that aren't his general makes his skin crawl. Even with his disdain for the Jedi, it's still better than the alternative of Cara entering the foster care system, or even worse, being left in the care of her grandparents. That thought alone makes Wolffe bristle. At least with this arrangement, he can come and go within the Jedi Temple without explanation.

"Do you want to put your armor on?" Comet asks from across Wolffe.

Wolffe moves his gaze from the window to look down at Cara, who's still asleep in his lap, and then up at Comet. "Whenever I put my armor on, she thinks I'm leaving."

"Understood," Comet nods. "I'll have Aug– Warthog lug it to your new quarters."

Wolffe chuckles.

"I'll grab a box," Sinker says as he exits the speeder.

"I'll grab the other box," Boost says as he also exits the speeder.

Comet, Cara, and Wolffe are left alone in the speeder and Wolffe isn't keen on moving.

"You really don't want to do this, do you?" Comet asks.

"Would you?" Wolffe retorts, his disdain bleeding through. "Would you leave your kid with strangers? With Jedi?"

"It's not that bad," Comet says.

Wolffe huffs and looks back out the window. "You'll never understand."

"Guess not," Comet sighs. "I'll probably die before I fall in love and have a kid like you did."

Wolffe snaps his gaze back to Comet and glares at him. "Don't get insubordinate with me, Trooper."

"Wouldn't dream of it, Commander," Comet says before leaving the speeder.

Wolffe tilts his head back against the top of the seat and groans. He is such an idiot. Even after everything Comet did for him following his wife's death, everything he did for Cara, Wolffe still has the audacity to bite at him like he's some random shiny that stepped out of line. Pathetic. At least he continues to live up to his namesake, whether he's proud of it or not, because when you corner a wolf, it will lash out. He needs to get his fears, anxieties, and his temper under control.

"Daddy?" Cara says sleepily as she stirs on his lap.

Wolffe tilts his head back down and smiles. "Hi, baby."

Cara whines. "I wanna sleep."

Wolffe picks her up so she's sitting on his legs instead of laying on them, much to her protest. "Not yet. We need to get settled in our new room first, then you can have a nap."

Cara whines and wriggles against Wolffe.

"I know," Wolffe soothes as he exits the speeder and sits her on his hip. "Daddy wants a nap too, but can you stay awake for me for a little longer?"

Cara groans and moves restlessly in Wolffe's grasp.

"Close enough," Wolffe sighs.

Wolffe carries Cara towards the edge of the stairway leading up to the Jedi Temple, where his general and men are waiting for him. He grips her tightly in his arms, afraid that at any moment someone is going to rip her out of his arms and he'll never see her again. It's not an entirely irrational fear. The Jedi take children away from their parents all of the time. What makes his daughter so different from those children? What if he leaves her here and never gets her back?

"Calm yourself, Commander," Plo says when he senses Wolffe's trepidation through the Force. "There are no enemies within these walls, only the enemies we bring in from within ourselves."

Wolffe heeds his general's words of wisdom and steadies himself. He stares up at the daunting, stone stairway, takes a deep breath, and releases it slowly. He's as ready as he will ever be, and he hasn't even gotten to the hard part yet. Nevertheless, he steps forward, and his men step forward with him in solidarity. A silent march up the Jedi Temple steps towards a new normal. A terrifying new normal, for both him and Cara, and this is only the beginning of it.

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