#clone trooper sinker

Plo’s bros! The Wolfpack.

Commander Wolffe was trained for many many things. How to handle being serenaded by his own pack was not one of them.

Thank you for asking @okapichan and Comet sneaked in so that your ask would be also fulfilled on a technicality @earlgreyci <3 (again, sorry guys, there will be only one C1 and this was just not it ^^;)

Polyamorous/platonic poses reference post (for credits, I’m not open for prompts anymore)

I love love love you're writing soooooooo much. The banter? *chefs kiss* The drama? BOMB. The writer? Amazing :)

“Wolfpack Gossip”

Commander Wolffe x Reader

The debriefing room was unusually rowdy.

Not loud—Wolffe would have shut that down with one glare—but… twitchy. Restless. Shifty eyes and barely-concealed smirks. It was enough to make any seasoned commander suspicious, and Wolffe, who had survived more battlefield chaos than most, immediately zeroed in on the odd tension infecting his unit.

“Something funny, Boost?” he growled, side-eyeing the trooper who had been attempting—and failing—to suppress a laugh for the last three minutes.

Boost immediately stiffened in his seat. “No, sir.”

Wolffe narrowed his eye at him, then slowly swept his gaze around the room. Every clone was seated, helmets off, datapads ready. And yet none of them could meet his eye. Sinker had his head bowed, but his shoulders were shaking. Comet was chewing the inside of his cheek like his life depended on it. Warthog was avoiding looking at anything above the table entirely.

“Alright,” Wolffe said, letting the silence stretch for just a second too long. “What’s the problem?”

Silence. Comet made a strange squeaking sound and coughed to cover it.

“I said—what’s the problem?”

This time, all eyes turned to Sinker, the unofficial sacrificial lamb of the squad. He cleared his throat, clearly chosen—or bullied—into speaking.

“It’s just, uh… Sir,” Sinker began, his tone very careful, “are you aware there’s something on your neck?”

Wolffe’s eye narrowed to a blade-thin slit. “Like what?”

Sinker hesitated. Boost snorted into his fist.

“Spit it out, trooper.”

Comet gave in, finally laughing. “It’s a hickey, sir!”

The room exploded into chaos.

A chorus of gasps, stifled laughter, and dramatized “ooooohs” echoed against the durasteel walls. Warthog clutched his chest like he’d been mortally wounded. Boost leaned back with a wheeze and said, “Who knew the commander was such a romantic?”

Wolffe just stood there. Blinking. Processing.

And then he reached up—absently, instinctively—and brushed his fingers along the right side of his neck.

Right where you’d left your mark.

A very enthusiastic mark. Last night. After that mission. After hours of tension, sniping, arguing, and finally being shoved into a dimly-lit supply closet with you during base lockdown, where things got… heated. The kind of heated that left bruises and regrets—not for the act, but for how it was definitely going to be discovered.

He hadn’t even thought to check.

“Are you—” Warthog was grinning, “—seeing someone, Commander?”

“Since when?” Comet added. “Do we know her? Do we like her?”

“I definitely like her,” Boost said solemnly. “Anyone who manages to sneak up on Wolffe and leave a mark like that deserves respect.”

“Who says she snuck up on me?” Wolffe muttered under his breath.

It only made the room go louder.

“Oh no, he’s proud!”

“He likes it!”

Wolffe pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly resisting the urge to either murder everyone in the room or walk out and face-plant into traffic.

“Sir,” Sinker said, still grinning, “permission to requisition more rations. We’ll need extra caf and snacks if we’re gonna be sitting through a romantic subplot on top of all the war stuff.”

“You’ll be sitting through a disciplinary report if you don’t shut it, trooper.”

“Yes, sir.”

Wolffe sighed, rubbed at the back of his neck again, and finally just grunted. “Get it out of your systems now.”

“What, the teasing?”

“No. The death wishes. Because if anyone brings this up again in an actual field op or in front of a general, I swear on every one of your shiny skulls I will make you do hand-to-hand drills until you vomit.”

A pause.

Then Boost, ever brave, raised a hand.

“…What if she gives you another one, and we just notice it again?”

Wolffe leaned forward just enough to make the lights glint menacingly off his cybernetic eye.

“I will make you scrub every inch of this base’s refresher block with a toothbrush.”

Comet choked on his laughter. “Totally worth it.”

The room was once again filled with snickering, and somewhere in the back, Warthog whispered, “Commander’s got a girlfriend,” like a schoolboy daring the teacher to call on him.

Wolffe didn’t respond. He just activated the holoprojector for the actual briefing and started talking over them.

But you better believe he was glaring holes through the floor the entire time.

And later, when he walked back into your quarters, he cornered you with a dark look and a husky whisper: “Next time, warn me when you leave battle scars where my entire unit can see them.”

Belated entry for @cloneshiprarepair February ship: Boost/Sinker/Wolffe

Animated Bonus!

Tiny art Tag list: @loverboy-havocboy @earlgreyci @elismor @nooneherebutaghost

Non-scratched armour close-up, image with full text, and drawing base under the cut

More clones headcanons

-Echo sniffs every food/drink he's given. He doesn't know why. Just feels right.

-Fives is the best cuddle buddy bc he's hotter than others, for some reason.

-Tup had a fight with Hardcase and Jesse over who's gonna sleep with Fives (they ended up in a cuddle pile)

-Fives is touch starved (I saw a whole big ass post about it with GIFs... I should find it lol) so he always tries to get even a tiny physical contact with someone close to him (Rex, more often)

-Rex hates spiders. He's not sure is he's afraid or simply finds their appearance disgusting. He always calls Ahsoka so she can get rid of the spider (Anakin was making fun of him so Rex stopped asking him for help)

-Cody easily gets hot or cold in his sleep so he always wriggles at night to push the blanket off or pull it back. He's impossible to sleep with.

-Waxer and Boil got matching tattoos on their thighs just for fun

-Dogma has abandonment issues

-In no-order-66 AU Rex would often visit Cut and his family and would always bring the kids some small gifts since they rarely (or don't at all) leave the planet

-In no-order-66 AU Fox would become a farmer or something like this just to stay "the fuck away from the Senate and politics"

-Tup likes to draw so when someone has trouble with deciding how he wants to paint his armour, Tup always helps to choose a pattern or come up with a new one

-Hardcase is afraid of dark

-Jesse always tries to look all tough and stuff but secretly likes watching tooka holovids

-Kix doesn't like going to the 79s bc he either gets drunk really quickly and then suffers from a headache or has to drag someone out of the bar and then listen to the whining all day because someone has too much drinks last nigh

-Wolffe has a weird laugh and is very ashamed of it

-Boost and Sinker know where Plo keeps snacks for them and refuse to tell others

-Once Rex had a very shitty day and got so tired of all the stuff he had to do and Domino twins' shit that he just sat down in the hallway with his knees up to his chest for an hour. Echo and (especially) Fives felt really bad bc of that and since then they keep an eye on Rex to always notice when he's not having the best time so they know when to stop and act normal

-Fives came up with a cool handshake and taught like half of the 501st how to do it. Now each shiny gets some kind of ritual where he has to learn it so he's "in the cool team" (Ahsoka and Anakin are in too bc they're also vode)

-Rex uses Mando'a to freak Anakin out (Anakin thinks it sounds strange and has almost beg Rex to "talk like a normal human")