#wolffeferal

cant stop thinking about them <3

anakin/rex + nude as the news by cat power for @youbitehard

wolffe/feral + strangers by halsey (feat. lauren jáuregui) for @anelegantoffense

maulrex + a wild river to take you home by black hill, silent island for anonymous

boba & fennec + 3055 by ólafur arnalds for @reyiosa

obi-wan/rex + unfinished business by white lies for rey

cody & luke + run londinium by daniel pemberton for rey

boba + trust by half moon run for anonymous

maulrex/alphamaul + after the zero hour by wolf alice for @svartalfheimr​

obirex + lonely boy by the vitamin string quartet for @norcumii​

hardcase + belly of the beat by grimes for @callacabforme​

thank you so much to you all for your prompts!!!!

“I’ll talk to him,” he promises, soft. “But—I think it might have to be that dramatic. He knows Sidious the best.”

“Never should have let those three set foot on the same planet, let alone interact,” Wolffe mutters, and when Feral laughs, Wolffe kisses him, steals the sound and presses down and steals Feral’s breath entirely. With a moan, Feral wraps an arm around his shoulders, tugs, and Wolffe sinks down entirely on top of him, a weight that leaves Feral breathless for more than one reason.

When he breaks the kiss, Feral opens his eyes, looks up at him, and it’s hard to breathe, seeing Wolffe watching him like that. It’s hard to think of anything but what’s coming, and how many possibilities of failure there are, and all the ways it could go wrong.

Feral is scared, because now it feels real. Maul showed him the exact spot they're going to spring their trap, and where Feral should be when they do, and that means it’s almost time. Sidious will be here soon, and he’s going to try to kill all of them.

“Maybe not,” he says with a lightness he doesn’t feel. “But I don’t think anyone could stop them now.”

Wolffe pulls a face, and Feral can feel his mild horror at catching Fox with his tongue halfway down Maul's throat. It makes him laugh a little, no matter how sympathetic he is, because—it’s good, in his opinion. Maul never, ever would have allowed that before, wouldn’t have let anyone see him enjoying something beyond violence and wouldn’t have permitted someone to take any liberties with him. But now he is, and neither Fox nor Padmé seems bothered at all by the prickliness, the sharpness. Such things slide right off them, in a way Feral’s never quite been able to manage.

“It’s good,” Feral says, smiling, and when Wolffe makes a sound of disgust, he chuckles, rubbing their cheeks together. “I'm glad Maul found people. And Padmé and Fox are both beautiful.”

There's a pause, deliberate, and then Wolffe tips his head to look up at Feral through one narrowed eye. “Fox is beautiful?” he asks, pointed.

Feral desperately contains his laughter, tries to keep his expression as innocent as possible. “He is!” he protests. “I like the grey in his hair. It looks…distinguished.”

“Distinguished,” Wolffe repeats in disbelief. “We’re clones.”