#clone imagines

pairing: commander fox x reader

warnings: none

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CC-1010, Commander Fox stood out for his actions and ideals to lead the Coruscant Guard towards perfection, to bring peace and protection to those in need of it. After all, Fox is the barrier protecting the Supreme Chancellor from the enemy. That protection only grew when you came into his life. A newly knighted Jedi put to maintain the Chancellor safe, per his request. 

You were a peaceful person when Anakin Skywalker first introduced you as a childhood friend, towards the Chancellor, the old man took a liking towards you inmediately. The same day you were introduced, you had been given the order to be his own personal bodyguard. You were more than honored to take on such high request.

As you got to work for the Chancellor, the more you got to know the Coruscant Guard and its antics. 

You remember clearly how you met the Coruscant Guard, Palpatine introduced you personally towards the elite group of clones. 

- Men! This is General Y/N, she will be working with you to maintain the peace which you bring to the streets of Coruscant. The Chancellor introduced you and with that he smiled and left you with the troopers. The first trooper to warm up was Thorn, gentle yet stoic. You managed to make a nice friendship with the clone. He was the first to greet you into their ranks, then followed Hound, Thire and Stone. The last one was Fox, he did not warmed up quickly, it felt strange having a jetti in his ranks. 

The liking which you took towards the troopers was inmense, sure, you enjoyed the company of the 501st. Forever they would be your home and brothers. But the Guard became something else far more special. They became a sentient being for you to rest upon.

And their Commander was the beaming energy which pushed you through to keep fighting in the nonstopping war or at least to keep yourself alive for his own sake and yours of course. 

After Fox warmed up to you, everything became natural to you, as if the Force deemed so that you were placed in that place and at that exact moment. Perhaps you were destined to be by the Commander’s side for the rest of your days in the galaxy. 

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Today is no different than the rest, wake up, hit the refresher, have breakfast and go to your office and stay there until call upon the Senate building. You have been stationed in the Republic Center for Military Operations, alongside the Guard. You took it upon yourself to learn the base up and down and side by side and never got lost in it.

A skip follows into your steps as you encounter Thire on the way. “Morning” you beam softly as you enter the lift, the Commander nods back at you “Morning Y/N” he chuckles noticing the beaming in your face. He smiles underneath his bucket, Thire has learn to live with a jetti amongst his ranks as well. He can accept that you are a close friend almost like a vode. He considers you as a little sister although he knows very much that you can hold your own. 

“Visiting Fox earlier today, are we?” Thire teases causing you to elbow his side. “Shut it” you whisper as you stare at the Commander with a glare although he knows you’re joking. Silence beats for a moment as the two of you break down laughing. It’s the moments like these that causes you to enjoy the Guard and the beings which live surrounding you.

The lift stops, you leave it bidding goodbye to the Commander as you manage to stalk towards an specific office. Thire follows your skipping form as you make way towards his vode’s working space. “Have fun!” He shouts causing to flicker the middle finger towards him. The trooper chuckles as the lift closes and you are left alone down the corridor which you stop across the durasteel doors. 

On the other side awaits Commander Fox. 

You invite yourself in, as the door closes swiftly behind you. “Sure, come on in, make yourself comfortable” the baritone voice of your secret lover says hidden on a holopad. A smile edges your features as you make contact with Fox. “Good morning to you as well, my love” you sigh making your way towards your lover. But you stop, Fox lifts his gaze and stands making his way towards you, his gaze pierces you.

 His eyes look brown from afar, but as he nears you notice the color of honey. They're bright and liquid warm, sprinkled with light brown specks, framed by beautiful thick lashes. They remind you of the Corellian whiskey, you and Thorn whenever you are on leave, you watch him near, hiding behind the curtain of Y/H/C hair. When he slides into the space infront of you, you sneak a glance at him. You pause, noticing the power behind those breathtaking eyes. The power that's as reckless as a tornado. His eyes flash. For a moment they look golden with warmth and as careless as hell.

You are stunned by Fox’s gaze and the way they inflict upon you. A breathy sound escape your lips as you finally meets his gaze. “You will be the death of me” you mumble softly as Fox’s breathing fans over your face tickling your cheeks. The clone chuckled softly before leaning down towards your face and just like that your lips locked together. 

The kiss obliterated every thought. For the first time in forever Fox's mind was locked into the present. The worries of the day evaporated like a summer shower onto a hot ship. His usual mode of hurrying from one thing to the next was suspended, he had no wish for the kiss to end. Drunk on endorphins his only desire was to touch you, to move his hands under her smooth robes and feel your perfect softness. In moments the soft caress has become more firm, he savoured your lips and the quickening of your breath that matched his own. A kiss like this was a beginning, a promise of much more to come.

As Fox pulls away, he lays a gentle kiss on your forehead. The Coruscant sun shines through his office and it is moments like this that make him feel alive more than ever. It is not the fighting or the risking everything what keeps Fox beating. No, it is you. You keep him beating and breathing each day since you came into his life as a stranger. But now you are so much more than a simple stranger, you are his everything. 

“Cyar'ika, Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum” Fox mumbles softly causing you to nuzzle against his neck. “I love you aswell, Commamnder Fox” you answer sincerely as the two of you bask in the peaceful moment. 

Your heartbeat is steady like a drummer, keeping rhythm, keeping beat. It is no more fancy that a ticking clock or an acorn falling from a mighty oak. It is just your heart. Yet  you would never describe his heart that way. His is your everything. As you bask in the moment of love and peace, Fox tries to remember everything. You know the risks of falling in love yet, the word says so, falling in love. You did not decided to fall in in love with Fox, it just happened and now it is the most alive you have ever felt since you came to accept the fact. The fact that you are madly in love with Commander Fox and no one, not even the Dark nor the Light can erase your love for him.

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OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!! They would fucken LOVE HER! especially kix, he’s the luckiest out of all of them. I think that most of them would just make up as many excuses as they can to just see her. they’ll say hi or ask her to come with them from drinks, which they eventually would! honestly the love the doctor. whenever they’re around the boys always yell, ‘the doc is in!’. they love the doctor and they would kill for her.

“Finally, a break.” You sighed, raking your fingers through your hair. Sighing, you leaned against a wall just next to the wall that led to the medbay. Kix was walking over to you with a bright smile on his face.

“Hey Doc,” He greeted, “You look beautiful today. What’s with the blinding smile?”

You blushed at the medics flirts before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m just taking a break from work. There’s a lot-”

“THE DOCTOR IS IN BOYS!” Fives screeched from the other side of the hangar, before multiple footsteps were heard thumping over to the doctor and Kix.

“Woah, woah, woah, don’T KILL ME-” You screamed out, before getting tackled to the ground by mutiple troopers. Grunting, you fell and immediately looked up and locked eyes with the medic above them.

“Help me?”

He chuckled, “Nope. Get with the boys, stay with the boys, doc.”

pairing: wolffe x reader

warnings: spoilers? order 66 so yeah

request: @spaghetti-666. I hope you enjoy this request! Tbh it made me cry. I hope the rest as well enjoys it after today’s finale. I have no words. Just enjoy. May the fourth be with you. 💕

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Life isn’t certain. You are sure of it. The said thing take turns and sometimes it surprises you. Like when you think something will go a certain way and it doesn’t. Today is that day.

General Plo and yourself have managed to bring a Republic victory in the planet of Cato Neimoidia.

Everything was dying down. The droids as well. You landed just in time, the Wolfpack were cheering when something went off. One of the Jedi star fighter had been shot down and crashed against the columns of the city. Your eyes widen, Master Plo You thought watching the republic starfighters shoot your master.

Death wasn't kind. You knew that. It snatched where it could, taking people who were far too young, far too good. It didn't pretend to care, it didn't pretend to distinguish.

The hooded vale of death had hung over the galaxy for a long time, always threatening. It had never touched you quite so close. Death had ripped away a part of you, the part of you that was most loved.

Now you have to go. Your face sunken and haunted, your mind cold and empty. The more the seconds went on. The despair grew and you have come to learn that the galaxy had gone cold, because of the plague that was death, and war.

You turned towards the Wolfpack and your heart stopped. Their blasters turned pointing straight towards you. A frown tug on your features. You search for Wolffe, you find him doubled over clutching his head.

The first thing to pass your mind is the child in you. Wolffe’s and yours as well. You must protect him. But you must protect your lover as well. So you advance towards your family.

Taking staggering footsteps but you’re stopped. “Stay right there, Jedi scum” Comet snapped causing you to halt. “Guys...” you trail shedding your saber. The Wolfpack starts shooting and you deflect their bolts, jumping and advancing towards your star fighter. As tears stream down your cheeks you can’t help but look back as the Wolfpack and its Commander keep shooting.

As you hop into your fighter, you take off. You don’t look back, you can’t. If you do, you’ll stay and let yourself get killed along with your child. What’s gone wrong, you thought as you flew away from the planet. Leaving behind your master and your lover. Many thoughts fly by your mind. You lost your lover, the father of your child, and your own father.

As you make it into orbit, you sigh. Your astromech, R9, beeps sadly. “I don’t know what’s going on buddy, but Wolffe isn’t with us and nor is Master Plo” you sigh and it explodes. You sob and cry for them. For Master Plo, for Wolffe and for your family.

The pain in you is numb yet it flows like prickles into your heart. You close your eyes, you have no idea on what or where to go. No one reaches out through the force and you feel nothing but numbness. The only thing keeping you aflote is the child in you.

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The vastness of space seems cold and welcoming as you fly through hyperspace. You’ve received a pull from an old friend. You felt them through the force while wondering across a deserted planet.

Now you’re on your way to Saleucami. Dread fills your being as the planet comes to view. R9 beeps exitedly causing you to smile. “Let’s see what we’ve got here buddy” you mumble entering the atmosphere of the planet. Green takes over the land as the view changes into one of nature. You spot animals and trees. It is almost like a peaceful planet.

You land your vessel on the outskirts of a farm. As you emerge from the fighter, R9 trails behind you beeping. Supposing you follow the trail of the farm animals which you spotted earlier.

A small farm comes to view. You walk further and people emerge from said farm. At first you don’t believe it but you can confirm it. Ahsoka Tano stands a couple of feet away from you. A gasp emerges from you as you stumble towards her.

“Ahsoka” you cry hugging her. She remains silent but hugging you back, you feel the pain she endured. Footsteps approach and you lift your gaze. A hostil demeanor falls on you as you shed your weapon. A hand covering your growing stomach. Captain Rex has come as well. You stand ready to fight.

“Stop, we can explain” Ahsoka reassures and you narrow your gaze at her and the clone captain. The togruta leads you inside. A family sits around the table at the middle and they smile at you welcomingly.

“Hello” you mumble softly as they smile back and you recognize the man of the family as a trooper. Yet you do not ask. It is not your business. They leave. Now Rex, Ahsoka and yourself have taken a seat around the table. And you wait for an explanation.

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“So...you guys had chips implanted in you?” You say taking in the information. Rex nods solemnly as he remembers, Jesse is dead in a unknown moon. His vods are dead. Your mind drifts to Wolffe, he must be under the influence of the Order. Unconsciously a hand falls on your stomach as you rub it. Rex catches the gesture and his eyes widened. As you follow his gaze to your growing bump.

“It is his” You say as your voice breaks. A tear falls as you cry silently. Rex takes a tentative seat on your side. He lays a hand on top of yours. Silence overcomes the moment and you understand. Rex will do everything in his power to protect you and his vod’s child.

Wolffe is lost within himself. Your heart aches. It clenches as you think of your lover being nothing more than another mindless soldier. He’s always been a soldier, your mind says and you snap. You stand slowly and trudge your way out of the house.

Rex frowns as he and Ahsoka follow after you. “Where are you going?” They ask simultaneously and you turn back. “I’m going back for Wolffe and the rest” you say and it actually sounded more stupid than you thought yet you couldn’t give up on them.

Ahsoka’s eyes widen as she stares at you in disbelief. “Are you crazy?! You will get yourself killed and the baby!” she says and you shrug your shoulders. “I can’t let them die, Ahsoka” you mumble staring at the green grass around your brown boots.

“Y/N...Wolffe...he is—“

“I’m right here, cy’are”

Another voice joins the three of you. At first your heart skips a beat but then fear settles. You saw him draw his gun towards you. Suddenly you’re transported back to Cato Neimoidia. You take a step back.

Wolffe looks at you with pain. He understands. He saw your face in the Cato Neimoidia. He wanted to scream and shout for you to run. To turn back and leave him. To save yourself.

“It’s me. I swear...I won’t hurt you” he says taking a tentative step towards you. The conflict within you is doing a storm which leads you to frown. Taking a look at your lover you recognize him. His force signature stronger than ever and pure.

A sob ripples through as you throw yourself on him. Wolffe catches you with ease, he shushes your crying. You lift your head from his neck to meet his gaze. With tears trickling from your eyes, your lips meet his. Wet and salty and warmth. “I thought I lost you” you cry against him.

Wolffe remains silent. He holds you tighter against him. He enjoys the moment. Suddenly you pull away and his gaze lands on your growing bump. He lays a tender hand against it. A kick, Wolffe feels it. The clone commander’s eye widen. “A pup” he whispers rubbing your stomach.

“Our pup” you smile laying a hand on top of Wolffe’s. He smiles as a tear fall from his eye. He kisses your hairline pulling you closer.

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A cry falls from your lips.

When the labour began the pain was more intense than anything you had ever imagined. Nothing could be more brutal, not whips or chains. The room was only the bed and four walls, the medical droids melting into the background as if they weren't even there. Is there anything more isolating than intense pain? Doesn't pain lock people in as effectively as any prison?

After, when your child was born, it was as if only sunshine existed the world, as if all the earth was ushered into harmony. You looked into those new eyes, a new consciousness, perfect and reaching out for your love.

In that instant you knew you would do anything to protect your child, that your love was as vast as the universe yet solid as rock. You were a mother and would always be.

Wolffe stands by your side cradling your form. He stares at the bundle. “A boy” you say gazing into your baby’s eyes. A pair of golden irises meet yours and Wolffe’s gaze. The perfect child, you think as the baby resembles Wolffe and yourself.

“Orion” Wolffe says as you smile softly at your newly born child. Rex and Ahsoka watch as well their little family member.

“That’s one hell of a baby” Ahsoka jokes causing you to laugh silently at her. Little Orion gargles catching Wolffe’s finger. The clone smiles at the baby and Rex smiles as well. Your perfect family.

Aside from the war and how it left you all scarred, you manage to strive for prosperity and happiness. You found it all in your family. In Wolffe. Perhaps you lost comrades and an old family. But you still have something bigger.

Love.

And you are mostly sure that it’ll be like that no matter where the shadow of the Empire resides across the stars.

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A/N: I hope you guys liked this. You’re welcome to leave feedback! Reblog and like for future content. ❤️

pairing: fives x reader

warning: n o n e

this was requested by @painkiller80! Thank you for requesting, I hope you enjoy it! Xx sorry if it seems kinda short..I’m tired and lacking sleep 🥺

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Basorexia - the overwhelming desire to kiss.

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CT-5555 or Fives has a problem. He wants to kiss you nonstop. Ever since the trooper locked his lips against yours over a dangerous mission, he hasn’t stop ticking about you, your lips and your whole persona. He remembers that moment very clearly.

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The battle is over.

You force jump from a droid tank, beaten and bruised. You fall on your feet infront of the battalion. The men cheered for you and for themselves. Captain Rex acknowledges you, you nod back.

“General!” Someone shouts and you can’t seem to pin point the voice. Sounds like Fives, you think staring around. You spot the ARC trooper striding in your direction. You frown as the clone tugs off his helmet.

Fives drops his helmet on the floor and grabs you by your hip. One arm around your hip and the other cradling your face. He plants his lips against yours in a soft manner. You squeak, blushing in embarrassment. You punch his shoulder pad until he bites your lower lip. Drawing an adorable sound which he wouldn’t mind listening again.

You bask in the moment, closing your eyes and cradling the trooper’s face. It’s all almost perfect until it stops like a bad holovid. His vodes have started cat whistling and applauding. You pull away shyly. Clearing your throat, you turn towards the legion. The words die in your throat as you meet Rex’s gaze.

You escape the 501st teasing gaze. I’m going to kill you Fives, you think walking away from the scene.

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Since that intimated encounter, the arc trooper hasn’t stop thinking about you. Yet he hasn’t seen you either. It’s like you disappeared from the whole galaxy when in fact you were still stationed aboard the Resolute.

Fives pesters Rex so he can tell him about your exact whereabouts. The blonde clone sighs irritated, he turns around to meet Fives’ pleading gaze. “I don’t know, vod” he says for the billion time and Fives doesn’t buy it. “Come on, Rex, please” begs the trooper as he follows his vod around the ship.

“Listen, vod. If I were you I’d leave the General alone” Rex snaps continuing to walk away from Fives. The trooper stands taking in his brother’s words. He frowns upon that comment. How can he leave you alone? When you’re the only thing crossing his mind each time.

“I’ll find her on my own” Fives grumbles turning away in the corridor and striding off to look for you. He just wants to see you.

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The Resolute’s bridge sparks to life as troopers report to the admiral and to you. Aside from trooper you stand with your fellow Jedi partner. Anakin Skywalker. “So, how’s Fives?” He teases causing you to glare at him. Embarrassment engulfes your persona as you remember that past event traveling amongst the starship. “Ani” you warn, you trained alongside Anakin since you were padawans and now nicknames were a daily basis.

The Jedi barks a laugh grabbing the attention of some officers and the admiral included. You glare at the gazes and they turn away. The Resolute’s crew know to not get on your nerves. It looks could kill Anakin would’ve been dead by now, yet he stands laughing louder than before.

The doors to the bridge hiss open. Everyone turns around to see who is it. Fives

Dread fills your body as you turn around electing to ignore him. The trooper strides over to you. Feeling his presence you turn around. “General, May I have word with you?” He asks and you gulp staring down. “Yes Fives” you answer crossing your arms and waiting for him to speak.

“In private, ma’am”

“Oh...alright”

You walk out of the bridge with Fives in step with you. The trooper ignores the lingering gazes of his brothers and the other General.

Once you’re out of the bridge you stop walking and so does Fives. He stares at you, helmet underneath his arm by his side. You mumble some incoherent words but continue striding to your quarters. Fives decides to follow you. He has so many words dying to escape his lips. He hopes that he doesn’t make it worse this time, rather better for you and for himself.

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The door to your quarters slide open, and you enter. Fives follows on suit and now the door closes. You turn around to meet his gaze. Silence consumes the two of you. You chew the inside of your cheek finding your boots more interesting than the trooper infront which you are deadass wrong.

“Listen...I’m sorry, Y/N—I mean General, I’m sorry for kissing you in the battlefield. But I am not sorry for feeling what I do. I am human, I feel just like you and what I feel right now is something bigger than us, and it’s all for you.” Fives mumbles meeting your now soft gaze. He stands now filled with regret for his actions. For embarrassing you. For kissing you. Yet he does not feel sorry for loving you.

You take in his sudden confession, blinking but still mute. Fives stares at your face and feels the worse. He decides it’ll be the best if he leaves.

There's something about Fives that makes you feel so young inside, but not in a childish way. He wakes the pure side of you, the best side, all the facets of yourself that only require love to be healthy and whole. Should you have eternity to be with this man you would sink into serenity, just content to be close.

You watch as he turns to leave. “Wait” you say loud enough to make him stop on his tracks. You part your lips to speak. “I’ve been feeling...something for a long time now Fives. But I’ve been so scared to admit it. I cannot throw away my duty but I can surely fight for you. I didn’t acknowledge it before...b-but I do now. I like you, Fives. More than a friend...” you confess looking for a signal in Fives. He blinks at you. Silence engulfes the moment and you feel like it’ll go down hill. You’re wrong.

Fives advances towards you. Suddenly you feel his breath fawning your face. You feel his gloved hands cradle your face, tilting it so you can meet his gaze. Your sight falls to his lips, tan and warm. Fives stares down to admire your lips. How he yearns to feel them, to listen your sounds once again.

His lips brush yours. Not innocently, like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding. You want to pull away before you lose myself but you can’t seem to in fact you don’t want to pull away. In this minty moment, your senses have been seduced and you can no longer think straight. “Y/N” he whispers slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them. You smile, your heart fluttering at his voice as you clasp your hands on either side of his face. You lean in for another kiss.

Fives wraps his arms encircling you. You taste his lips for a moment. Caf and an unknown sweet which he probably snuggled with Jesse and Hardcase on the ship. You adore it. He leans his forehead against yours in a loving manner.

“May I please kiss you again?”

“Of course, Fives” you giggle as he peppers your face with kisses until his lips meet yours again. This time in a heated battle as he leads you to your bed. Your bodies collide against each other, the hyperspace blue contrasting against your forms engulfed in a heated moment which none of you wishes to stop...

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Author’s Note: this just got hot y’all. I hope y’all enjoy it! Sorry if it seems kinda short, im trying my best

pairing: wolffe x reader

warnings: none this is pure fluff believe me :) oh sum hot steamy make out but nothing else ejejej

this was requested by @spaghetti-666 I AM SO SORRY THAT IT TOOK SO LONG. I’ve been tied with school but I managed to do it. I’m sorry if it’s short (I find it short) I hope you enjoy it though. Thank you for your patience!

Requests are open for the clones!

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verklempt - completely and utterly overcome with emotion

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Commander Wolffe couldn’t help but stare, just stare as you greeted the small creatures of Aleen. He smiled underneath his bucket, thankful that it hids his features. You kneel as the little creatures cheer and smile. A smile graces your features as you shake their hands in form of greeting.

“Alright, who packed the translator droid?” Wolffe grumbles looking around for the said droid. C-3PO emerges from the gun ship, “I’m right here Commander” he calls as you stand dusting off your Jedi robes. You turn to meet the Commander and his squad.

“They seem like adorable creatures” you smile falling in step with Commander Wolffe, he grumbles as the small creatures keep cheering around you. “Will they stop?” Wolffe mumbles nodding at his men. You can’t help but roll your eyes at the man’s antics. Sure he may be cold on the outside but you know that deep down Wolffe is a soft man. You’ve known it, you know the signutre of your cy’are.

“I should take over this, you could use the break” you smile softly looking around the working clones and the small people of Aleen. The clone commander felt something warm, it suddenly became too warm for his helmet. The kindness that you give each time you tell him something, maker it only makes him weaker for you. Although he’d deny it, to himself mostly.

“I couldn’t, Commander. General Plo insisted—“

“Come on, Wolffe, Master Plo also sent me. I might as well learn in a diplomatic mission” you pressed beaming at the clone. He sigh, tugging off his helmet. You met the golden specks of the man you’ve grown to love.

A breathless smile broke your features, casting one last glance around the camp being set up by the clones you took your commander away. He mustered a squeak which made you giggle as you guided him through twists and turns until you found a secluded place. Just the two of you alone at last.

The 104th knows of the undying love that has bloomed between their vod and their Jedi Commander. They couldn’t deny it, the two of ‘em make quite the pair. Even Master Plo seems to agree from time to time, which leads to question if your master actually approves of your affections towards his Commander.

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“Master?”

“Yes little one?”

“What do you think about Commander Wolffe?” A younger version of you asked, that was one year ago. You may be getting older yet your master always referred to you as little one, after all you are as a daughter to him. A feisty and strong one.

The Kel Dor tapped his fingers against his armored forearm. He seemed to chuckle silently but nodding along to give you an answer. You sat patiently with hope glinting in your eyes, like waiting for something.

For your master’s approval

“He is one of the best soldier that I’ve met. But he is someone. I mean his own person. The man isn’t a dog for the Republic, he serves and that’s it. Wolffe has a wild fire manner but respectful nature. He’d do anything for his vodes, for me and even for you. The Wolfpack looks out for their own and you’re part of it. But again Wolffe is a great man, my life has laid on his hands various times before and I’m not scared to trust him again with it” your Master sighed staring back at you.

As you took in the words said by your master, you nodded as a small smile fought is way to your lips. A genuine smile. “Thank you, Master. I’ve got something to do” you said standing up and trudging out of the room. The Kel Dor smiled knowingly as you left his quarters. He knew.

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“Y/N? Are you okay” you hear a voice call you out as you shook your head regaining consciousness. You nod narrowing your eyes, “what happened?” You ask meeting a well too known cybernetic eye. “You spaced out on me, cyar’ika” mused Wolffe as his hand came to rest on your chin, gloved fingers tracing the soft skin.

You blushed as his fingers graced your lips, coming to rest upon them as you parted them, a ragged breathing erupting from you. The Commander chuckle, loving your reaction. As you looked back to meet his gaze you were met with something else.

Wolffe stared at you, lacking his usual glare and stiff stance. This time you felt something ripple on his force signature. Rolling off of him like small waves in a beach.

Adoration

Peace

Love

You could feel those emotions swirling in him, making you swoon at the thoughts. As your eyes shined with the same amount of emotion, the Commander stepped closer. Backing you against a wall, you squeak in surprise.

Heat rose from your stomach to your chest. Wolffe’s lips were getting closer and your heart decided to skip a beat, the smell of him hypnotic beyond reason. You parted your lips and felt him washing over like a wave of warmth, curling your fingers on the nape of his hair, unfurling all your senses as the taste of him nearly silenced all thoughts.

Warm and sweet with a touch of that mando’a whiskey the clones manage to smuggle into their barracks. Wolffe’s lips intoxicate your senses as he deepens the kiss.

Your whole body tingled, the feel of his frame leaning on yours as his arms wrapped around you felt nearly forbidden. He pulled you in, claiming your mouth again, hungry and intense, until your knees gave in. If it weren’t for Wolffe you surely would’ve fallen on your knees, literally.

In the midst of your heated session, Wolffe’s comm beeped. A growl broke from his chords pulling away, you giggled at the moment. He answers. “What?” He barks into the comm.

“Uh sorry...to interrupt uh sir and uh Commander. The droids are missing” Commet whispers into his comm. You picture him gulping afraid for interrupting his vode’s time with you. Wolffe rolled his eye, grumbling some mando’a under his breathe. “I’ll be there in a moment” he says turning off his comm and turning back to you.

He turns back to you. “Where were we?” He smirks pulling you into his armored chest. You giggle tapping your fingertips against the plastoid. Million of emotions engulfes you as you sigh. Wolffe nuzzles his nose against yours, a habit he started doing. A way of telling you “I love you”.

“We have to get back” you whisper taking his scent, he whines softly. A smile tugs your features as you pull away to lead him back to the camp. Suddenly he jerks you by your wrist. Only to smash his lips one last time against yours. This time he leaves you on a daze. You pull away meeting his eye, adoration pours once again intoxicating your senses.

“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum” I love you he says walking away, leaving you alone. As you regain your momentum, your fingertips graze your lips. The reminder of the kiss burning through you. Wolffe has managed to wrap you around his fingertips. Not that you mine. At all.

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pairings: rex x reader

warnings: none!

request: this was requested by @iscream4starscream, I hope you like it!

prompt: 30.“You don’t seem like yourself tonight.”

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Another mission gone wrong. Rex has been seeing how he loses his brothers in the battlefield. For some reason he has had enough on this particular campaign.

The moment had been way too fast for him to comprehend. A bomb went off engulfing members of the 501st. The screams and cries piercing Rex’s ears. He winces at the noises.

Thankfully, Dogma, Tup, Kix and Hardcase were already in a transport back to the Resolute. But Rex and Jesse had stayed to make sure each trooper got in a transport to head back to the ship.

Rex watches with pain as the flames lick up the remaining corpse of his now gone brothers. He wishes he could run and save them all but he can’t. At first he has the instinct until Jesse stops him. The Arc trooper grabs his brother and hauls him away.

As a gunship picks the duo, Rex can’t help but feel somber. As he closes his eyes he senses the guilt rushing through his veins like a venom.

It should’ve been me, he thinks as a tear trickles down his cheek. Thankful for the bucket covering his tear stained face, Rex cries silently. Jesse tenses at the moment he listens to his Captain’s crying.

He grabs Rex’s hand, squeezing to assure him. “Vod” Jesse’s mumbles as the shuttle lands on the starship’s hangar. The remaining troopers flow out of the gunship leaving behind their Captain and ARC trooper. Jesse takes one last look at Rex and leaves.

The Captain sighs softly remaining composed after all he was bred for this. To fight and die for the Republic. Not to weep for fallen comrades. But my brothers Rex’s consciousness mumbles from the depths of his mind.

He shrugs the whisks of his mind as he goes to the command center, his footsteps slow and heavy. Nothing new, same as always.

The same routine. Debrief, hit the refresher, mess hall and sleep. But this time, Rex is heavy with guilty and he cannot help it.

***

After the debriefing, Rex stands amidst the mess hall. His gaze travels through the tables filled with his chattering brothers.

Instead of the usual warmth and happiness that he feels, at the moment he feels cold. Like something is missing.

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you”

There it is. What he’s been missing. You.

You advance towards the blonde captain. A soft smile edges on your features. Your Y/C hair tied neatly on a hairdo. Done by Ahsoka. Your tunics blue in honor of the 501st.

Rex’s golden gaze meets yours. You stop. Sadness and guilt flows from Rex’s force signature like waves. You frown cradling your forehead, a noise of confusing erupts causing the Captain to grab you.

You search in his gaze for your Rex. For your gentle and kind lover. But a broken man stands. With pain and guilt flowing like a river bend from the cracks of his heart. “What’s wrong?” He asks leading you away from the mess hall and down to your secure quarters.

Rex knows how strong you are with the Force and it does not surprise him for you to be so reacting towards his feelings at the moment. “I can feel...so much...sadness” you say mumbling the last part dejected. The Captain closes his eyes cursing himself.

The walk to your quarters is silent and once you’re inside you push the captain towards your bed. Rex does not complain as you strip him off his armor leaving him his blacks on. You pat the mattress between your legs and he crawls over to nuzzle in your embrace. The Captain feels in peace as you sooth his pain through the force.

The atmosphere seems more at ease now, it is been days since the Jedi cruiser hasn’t received an attack. For now you can just long for this peace and bask in it as the stars pass by quickly in hyperspace. You enjoy watching the dimension pass by with Rex in your arms. It’s soothing as the blue light fills your quarters as it flows through the viewport of the ship.

“You don’t seem like yourself tonight” you mumble tracing his arms. Rex feels a punch to the gut as you say those words. He cannot help it, he wishes to fake it but he feels. And what he feels is too much for himself.

“I lost too many brothers today” he says and you understand. Rex doesn’t need to tell you everything, you understand his pain. You wrap your arms tighter around him and that’s what it takes to make the man shatter. Sobs erupt from him causing your heart to spasm painfully.

No matter what you say, it won’t change the fact of the losses he had to endure. Perhaps you can sooth his pain and make his heart believe but Rex knows. He knows.

War comes with a prize which he must be willing to pay wether he likes it or not. And that prize is that, in any given moment not only he might lose his brothers.

But he might lose you as well.

And the Captain is not ready to watch you rise and fall. Rex will fight with his last dying breath just to keep you safe and make it through the war.

***

The sobbing has died down and now Rex has fallen asleep. You lay still staring at the durasteel ceiling of your quarters. The turmoil in Rex has died down like a dying fire, you can still feel the warmth of his anger but it is low now.

The force flowing through you binds you to Rex making you feel what he feels. You can sense him wherever he is and however he feels. At the moment you can sense his sadness, something that you haven’t felt in so long. You have, but not this strong.

The only thing hanging in you is the hope. The hope of surviving the war and being able to settle down with your lover. Perhaps leaving the Order and the military but that is your life right now, you must live with it.

Each night you meditate and you feel it. You feel the balance of the force falling. Something is coming. Something that might be unstoppable. You feel how its threads wrap around you, choking you. You see the shadow over the Republic and it laughs and cackles at you. You see the darkness.

But you also see something else. Light and peace

The shadow is gone, defeated. You see the GAR in its splendid glory. The clone legions retreating from the front lines. The Jedi bringing peace once again. You see the balance in the force. Normality and you feel happiness. It is concrete and achievable.

You open your eyes from your vision to meet golden orbs. Rex stares in worry on his features but you calming him once again with the force. It ripples from you and through him. “You scared me” he says silently hugging you tighter from his position between your legs.

“Don’t worry, love. I’m here” you reassure laying a kiss on his forehead. I’m here, you call into your bond with him. Rex grasp your form tighter in hopes of feeling that sense of peace once again.

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Author’s Note: I’m back! I’m sorry that I’ve been gone lately. I’m just very busy but! I have you guys in my mind every single day!

I hope you guys enjoy this cute Rex thing I did it’s like angst but not angst I’ll just say it’s fluff tbh. This a fix-it fic cus I don’t want to see Order 66. Screw order 66. Jaja. Anyway! Ily guys! Reblog if you enjoyed this! If you guys have any feedback let me know!

pairings: rex x reader

warnings: kinda angst!

request: this was requested by @bountyhunterslut I hope you enjoy this! thank you for requesting. I made it kinda angst I just got the feels.

prompts: 37. “You’re a terrible liar” 38. “I’ll keep you safe”

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Rex knows.

He knows that falling in love is not part of his code as a soldier. People rise and fall in the midst of war. He has watch many of his brothers die. Die for something that they were engineered to defend no matter the cost.

Clones do not have a choice, you either fight or die. Or you just die for not doing your duty.

Rex knows he shouldn’t be attached to someone. But he is. He is attached to you. Yet he can’t help it. You became someone for him. A person worth fighting for.

***

Now you’re standing around the droid projecting Obi-Wan Kenobi as he speaks of the Anakin’s newest mission and how is the Siege of Mandalore doing.

“We need more men, General” you announced crossing your arms together. The blue light of the Jedi hummed softly. “I can’t send you more” he says dejected receiving a glare from Bo Katan and Ahsoka.

Rex on the other hand looks relieved. He can’t bare watch more brothers die thanks to the mandalorians.

“Commander! There has been an attack” a shiny announced to Ahsoka. The holocom has been cut short as Ahsoka and Bo Katan fled the plaza. You turn to follow but a hand tugs you back.

The announcement of the attack makes all the clones rush to their battle stations. You stand, knowing what’s coming. You can feel the anxiety piercing Rex’s aura.

Rex stands there, a hand closed around your wrist and his eyes searching the floor. “Where are you going?” He asks lifting his gaze to look into your eyes. You frown looking back, “I will go and help Ahsoka” you answer slowly.

He can’t help but sigh as well, silence coming from his parted lips. Rex wishes he could take you and put you in a ship far away from Mandalore. Just for your safety and his own sanity. He can’t bare seeing you get hurt.

“I’ll be fine” you assure with a half smile which indicates the contrary of your statement. The newly commander finds amusement. A bitter laugh snaps. “You’re a terrible liar” he muses causing you to roll your eyes.

Rex is right, you don’t know if you’ll be fine. This is Darth Maul, not another clanker you could easily slash down. A Sith Lord. And here you are, promising something that might be as well a lie.

You turn to leave. Rex’s eyes widen as he watches your retreating back. He reacts quickly following behind. “Y/N, wait” he calls forgetting all protocols and command. As you leave the room and down a corridor, Rex halts as you turn around swiftly.

***

“Stay here, Rex. That is an order” you say lowly causing the Commander to frown. “I can’t let you go, please. I don’t know if you’ll be back” Rex draws pleading softly as he lays his hands on your arms. “I must help Ahsoka, I need to do this” you push looking away.

“Y/N, stay. Please. I’ll keep you safe” the Commander says causing you to meet his teary gaze. Rex does not feel ashamed for crying infront of you. The guilt eats your heartstrings as you sigh.

Defeating Darth Maul is your duty. To destroy him once and for all. To bring peace to Mandalore. But to also survive this war.

“Rex, ni kar'tayl gar darasuum” you whisper leaning your forehead against his. Rex’s breath fans over your lips causing you to shudder as you lean in for a kiss. You enjoy the moment trying to remember it for as long as you can.

As you pull away, you search for Rex. You watch and take in his face and his beauty. His golden eyes, his blonde hair. The small scar on his chin, the way his lips have become bruised now, on your doing of course.

The Commander’s eyes widen in realization. You turn to leave once again and this time Rex doesn’t follow. He stays in place by your doing as you force bind him to the stay. He cries for you in his mind. He trashes as you are gone.

You’re gone to fight a mad man with no idea if you’ll make it back to your lover.

***

The battle has been won. Ahsoka and you took down Maul.

A tear slips down your cheek as you haul yourself to limp towards the plaza. You promised you’d make it back and you did. Pain erupts from your side, it is blinding and it burns as you recoil. The same pain makes you stay awake until you find Rex.

The man of the hour stands now watching over Mandalore. He hear footsteps and he turns. Rex’s demeanor falls as you stop to stand infront of him. Beaten and bloody but there you are.

You smile, and your knees buckle causing you to almost fall. Rex rushes to haul you into his arms. “Kix! Get in here!” He cries into his comlink as he holds you. The Commander applies pressure against your wound causing you to hiss. “I love you too” he hiccups making reference to what you said earlier.

Rex kisses your forehead as tears gush like a fountain. He cries holding you in fear of losing you. The man sobs harder as the clone medic takes you away from him. Rex sees the blood on his gloved hands, your blood. He feels a knot on his throat as he cries harder.

***

Hours later, you’re saved.

Kix had managed to save you just in time. Now you lay on a cot admiring the blue ceiling of a Mandalorian medic bay. You can hear clones and mandalorians as well being treated.

A figure stands on the doorway, you turn to see who it is.

“Rex” you drawl trying to sit up only to whine involuntarily and lay back down. “Don’t force yourself” he says advancing towards you.

The Commander smiles softly sitting down by your side. He cradles your hand causing you to whimper at the touch. “You’re ok” he says mainly to himself assuring that you’re fine.

“You kept me safe, my love. You were the beckon keeping me alive in this war” you whisper softly causing Rex to whimper as he leans to kiss you once again. You two bask in your moment of being alive. Forgetting about the rest and the future, living in the present.

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