#blazesurrender

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Padmé Amidala/Satine Kryze Characters: Padmé Amidala, Satine Kryze, Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi Additional Tags: Fluff and Humor, Padmé needs a break, post-war AU, background politics, Married Life, Anakin accidentally causing chaos Summary:

@blazesurrender

I'm finally getting to these! Sorry it's been so long, but with the blog transitioning and going fulltime at my job, things have been hectic. But! Here's to hoping I can start putting myself out in the fandom again.

I took a few liberties with this one. It's more Wolffe/Comet than anything, but I had a lot of fun and feels with it. And I wrote it in 20 minutes for a warm up. So if it's bad I'm sorry, LOL!

Warning: character death and angst.

Wrecker + Comet = "Come here."

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He hasn’t been back on Kamino since he completed his ARC training, which doesn’t seem like it was all that long ago, but at the same time, it feels like it’s been an eternity. Things are different now, darker than they used to be. Even with his bucket sealed and kama situated perfectly at his hips, his mind races without the guidance of his commander or his Jedi.

Comet’s breathing is sharp, ragged as he tries to catch his breath standing still. His head is swimming with images of desperately searching for General Koon, but he doesn’t know why? To kill him? To save him? And where is Wolffe? Oh stars, where is he? He needs to stop and relax, but this assembly is jarring, and his head is splitting in pain. He just wants to go home, back to how things used to be.

...How did things used to be?

The assembly must be over, because suddenly everyone is marching. Comet tries to follow, because good soldiers follow orders, but his feet feel like he’s been trekking through the mud on an endless campaign. He groans, and his mouth moves to call for someone, maybe Sinker or Boost, maybe Wolffe, but nothing comes out.

“Hey! What’s with ya?!”

Thick arms catch him before he hits the ground, and he’s thankful, but he can’t seem to find his footing long enough to be stable. He distantly hears someone say to take off his bucket, but he shakes his head. He doesn’t want anyone to see him like this. Through the pain, he’s able to make out a face. He sort of recognizes the man staring back at him, a clone, but he doesn’t look like an ordinary brother. Comet seems to know that this man is from Clone Force 99, the special task force. He never thought he’d live to see any of them in person. They’re legends now after their help with the 501st on Anaxes.

“Can you hear me?” the big guy asks, and the scar on his face crinkles with concern as he easily sets him on the ground in the assembly hall.

Comet nods.

“What’s your name?” he questions, and Comet can hear others around him, maybe the rest of his squad, but he’s the only one that he can see, so he’s the only one that matters. Maybe he has answers as well as questions.

“C...Comet,” he rasps, and he cringes at the sound of his own voice. “Wh-Where is...my Commander? W-Wolffe…?”

There’s a beat of silence before Comet gets an answer. “Comet, my name’s Wrecker. What happened to your Commander?”

Comet frowns. If Wrecker doesn’t know, then that must mean…

“H-He’s…” Comet hiccups and hot tears press to his eyes. He won’t say dead. Wolffe isn’t dead. He can’t be, but he feels it in his bones that there can’t be any other explanation why he isn’t here with him, and it hurts. It hurts so much that the pain is dull and the blinding light in his eyes from the headache seems almost comforting.

“Hey, hey! Comet! Stay with us, buddy! We’re going to get you some help!” Wrecker is whispering, but maybe he’s shouting. It doesn’t matter.

“He’s waiting for me,” Comet says, and a wistful smile tugs on his lips as someone finally tugs off his bucket. “I miss him…my cyare.”

“Comet? Comet!” Wrecker whispers, or maybe it’s Wolffe. Yes, it’s definitely Wolffe looking at him now, eye soft as he holds his arms out for him.

“Come here, pup,” Wolffe commands, and it’s an order that Comet can’t help but follow as he floats into his chest. “You’re home now.”

Comet smiles. The galaxy around him falls away as he tucks himself into Wolffe’s chest and finally he can breathe again.

hehehe remember that you love me, okay?

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There’s silence in a room full of troopers despite the chatter, or perhaps they just don’t want to talk in front of Cody. Yes, he thinks that’s a safe assumption when a few brothers spare him a glance and seal their lips before continuing in hushed tones some feet away. He understands why, though it doesn’t change anything. 

A dull ache resonates through his chest and sends a sharp pain into his finger where there used to be a ring he would wear. It’s gone now, lost somewhere in the chaos of Order 66, just like the one he wore it for. 

“Fives?”

Hunter shakes his head, blinks his eyes, tries to discern anything that isn’t the throbbing pain that’s wracking through his body. 

“Hey, hey cyare. We don’t have a lot of time. The Empire will be on our tails in seconds.”

Confusion wrinkles Hunter’s features, but he nods and allows Fives to lift him into his arms. He barely registers the explosion down the hall, nor does he immediately recognize Echo and Tech running from the blast. 

This ship...

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The sheer amount of rage that courses through Jesse’s veins is palpable. It electrifies the air and sets the room on edge, and everyone falls silent except for Crosshair, but he’s usually silent anyway. 

Toothpick in hand, Crosshair studies the holograms before him like a map, planning his next three moves before he makes one. It drives Jesse crazy, he clenches his jaw as Crosshair makes his final move, claiming his win. 

The ARC Trooper snarls a string of colorful swears that are completely unnecessary and slams his fist on the game board, effectively turning off the holo pieces. 

His pulse jumps when Fives slides his arms around him, or maybe it’s when he sees the crude little setup of lights hanging from the lights and the five hundred and first blue paper shreds all over the floor. In the middle of the barracks is a small card table with plates that are clearly stolen from the mess, but the food on them is definitely not mess hall rations. 

“What’s all this?” Echo’s chuckle is breathless as he takes it all in. 

“I maybe paid off some of the guys to find somewhere else to be tonight so we could celebrate,” Fives says in his ear. “You didn’t forget did you?”

Echo smiles. “Of course not. It’s been one rotation since we’ve been together.”

He turns in Fives’s arms and kisses him softly. “I could fall in love with you again tonight, if you wanted.”

“I fall in love with you again every night,” Fives counters, and it’s cheesy, but it’s all so perfectly Fives that Echo can’t help the giddy little laugh and the blush that accompanies it. 

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What is Jesse supposed say to the love of his life when he’s dying, blinking up at the stars and brimstone through the cracked visor of his helmet? He knows his time is limited and that Kix would be livid, tears streaming down his cheeks because this isn’t the way they imagined their lives ending. Apologies seem empty, but he owes him something. 

Jesse takes a long breath.