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clu-ven · 2 years ago

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The Closet

Summary: The Wolfpack is sick of the constant arguing between you and Wolffe, so they take matters into their own hands. Surely if you and the Commander were accidentally locked into one of the supply closets, you’d come to some sort of middle ground, right?

Well, there’s one thing they’re forgetting… you’re claustrophobic.

TW: small spaces, claustrophobia, panic attack

Word Count: 4.7k

-> Reader uses she/her pronouns - masterlist can be found here <-

“It’s the perfect plan!” Boost exclaims, slapping the table in front of him for emphasis.

The mesh hall is relatively crowded today, many hungry troopers finally getting some time to relax after another tough mission. Despite the loud chatter of the room, Sinker keeps his voice low.

“I’m not sure,” he concludes with the shake of his head “it sounds risky and Wolffe is in a bad mood as it is, I don’t want this to make him worse”.

At the other side of the table, Boost shares a mild look of annoyance with Comet. “C’mon Sarge, this solves all of our problems!” Comet replies with a whine. It took him and Boost the past week to come up with this plan, putting more time into it than they’d like to admit.

With a deadpan voice, Sinker replies “Oh so this will end the war? And kill Dooku? And wash the gunships? Each and every problem we have will be instantly solved if we lock them in a supply closet?”.

Boost shrugs, trying to stay optimistic “You never know”. Sinker scoffs, rolling his eyes at his brother.

The plan was simple but Comet and Boost couldn’t do it alone. They needed Sinker for this to work. Sighing, Boost leans across the table “Look, all you have to do is get her into the closet on the lower deck, that’s it”.

Sinker is still unsure. “We’ll get the Commander, shove him in there, lock the door and ta-dah! Job done” Comet adds.

This doesn’t sound like a good plan. Sinker knows that but it is enticing. He’s not sure if he can handle another mission full of you and Wolffe’s bickering, the two of you proclaiming you can’t stand the other.

Missions would be much easier if you both avoided each other but no, despite the constant arguing you two engage in, you will still insist on being near one another, whether that be sharing the same holomap (which is an absolute nightmare to witness) or standing next to one another in a briefing (which leads to you interrupting him and vice versa for the entire. damn. briefing.).

Sinker wants to say no, to put a stop to his brother’s shenanigans but would this do any harm? Maybe if you both got the opportunity to confront one another and get all of this arguing out of your system once and for all, then you might come to some sort of middle ground and let bygones be bygones.

“If I agree to this…” he begins and Boost impulsively throws his fist in the air “Yes! You're in!”.

“I said if…” Sinker says sternly “if I do this then the two of you have to wash the gunships”.

Boost nearly falls off his seat “H-how many are you expecting us to wash, Sarge?”.

“I want four done by the end of the next rotation”.

Although Comet has never experienced a heart attack, he’s sure this is how it feels “What?! Four? C’mon Sinker, be reasonable”.

He folds his arms “Boys, if you want my help then that’s what it’ll cost ya”. Exchanging looks to one another, Comet huffs “Fine, we agree”.

***

The sound of your name makes you look up, eyes wide as you scan the corridor. Manoeuvring through some troopers, Sinker comes into view.

Closing your datapad, you give the Sargeant your full attention, a relaxed smile on your face.

“Sinker, what can I do for you?” You ask.

A flicker of sympathy crosses Sinker’s face as he answers “Well, I was just wondering if you could help me get some batca patches from the supply closet. There’s a whole box in there but, well, y’know me, I accidentally pushed them behind the shelving unit and now they’re stuck between that and the wall. Do you think you could get them for me?”.

“Yeah, sure,” you reply, so quick to help that it makes the ball of guilt in Sinker’s stomach grow “lead the way”.

While usually you and Sinker always find things to talk about, he’s strangely quiet during your walk to the lower deck. It’s not something that alarms you but instead, it worries you.

It’s no secret that things have been intense lately. The missions have gotten deadlier, injuries are harder to aid and the Separatist army seems to be growing more and more by the minute.

Even something as simple as accidentally knocking some bacta patches behind a cabinet seems like a dire problem nowadays.

“It’s that one, just up ahead” Sinker slows his pace, pointing at one of the closets.

“You’re not coming in?” You quirk an eyebrow, slowing your pace to match his.

“Hm? Oh… uh, no I have to go help the General with something… sorry, I should’ve said that beforehand” he scratches the back of his neck, preferring to look down at the floor.

“That’s ok, you go on ahead, I’ll take care of this” with a firm nod, you open the door to the closet and disappear inside. Once Sinker’s certain the door has fully closed behind you, he lets out a long sigh. Kriff, that was harder than he thought it would be.

The inside of the closet is dark, the dim lights taking a few seconds to boot up. In your time serving the GAR, you’ve been on a multitude of ships, covered with the most cutting edge technology and yet in each and every ship, the closets are always neglected.

They’re a second thought in comparison to the other elements of the ship. Cluttered floors, racks that are full of various stock that are probably out of date, a musty smell in the air, dull lights that are incapable of doing their sole purpose. It’s not a place you want to be for a long time.

Trying to look behind the metal shelving units, you mumble a curse. It’s dark behind the cabinets with barely enough space between them and the wall for you to fit your arm through.

Stooping down, you reach into the darkness, trying to find this damn box of bacta patches so you can quickly leave again.

You’re so invested in finding the box, you pay no attention to the voices outside. “Why would the General want to meet me in there?” A voice says and without missing a beat, another voice replies “I’m not sure, Commander, I thought it was best not to ask”.

Behind you, the door opens but with the position you’re in, it’s hard to turn around and look. “I haven’t found it yet,” you call out “kriff, how far back did it fall?”.

The person doesn’t reply.

“I know you’re really busy just standing there and all, Sinker,” you huff “but I’d really appreciate some help”.

“Sinker?” the voice scoffs, making you freeze. Clumsily removing your hand from behind the cabinet, you stand up straight and come face to face with Commander Wolffe.

You have to admit, you didn’t think you’d come this close to him, your chest almost bumping against his as you sway backwards to give him some space. “Oh! Commander-“ you start but Wolffe talks over you.

“I know us clones all look the same but the last time I checked, Sergeant Sinker has silver hair and both of his biological eyes”. You can hear the venom in his voice, his tone laced in sarcasm as he continues “Just a tip, so you don’t mix people up next time”.

You can’t help scoff, retorting “Mix people up? I wasn’t even looking at you! Am I just supposed to sense how many biological eyes you have?”.

“You should look whenever someone enters a room,” Wolffe begins to lecture you “that’s protocol 101; always be aware of your surroundings”.

“My apologies, Commander, I didn’t realise I came here to get a lesson in GAR protocol” you snap back. This is a usual occurrence whenever you and Wolffe are near each other, neither of you backing down and arguing until you’re separated by the others.

With the rolls of his eyes, Wolffe gestures towards the door “Just go, I have an important meeting in here”.

“With pleasure” you mumble, trying to move around the Commander without walking straight into him or colliding with the multiple cabinets.

Wolffe leans to the side, huffing loudly just to make sure you know this is a bother to him, giving you space to step over one of his legs and move to the door.

Your fingers brush against the control panel to the door, lighting it up. Nothing happens. You wait a few moments before doing it again but this time you press harder on the panel. Still nothing.

“Huh…” you crease your brow, repeating the action for a third time.

You hear some movement behind you and Wolffe turns his body to face you, peering over your shoulder at the control panel. With his critical gaze on you, you try again but to no avail.

“Are you pressing it hard enough?” his voice is gruff and surprisingly close to your ear.

You jerk your head away from him “Jeez, are you trying to make me go deaf? Of course I’m pressing it hard enough!”. With extra force, you press down on the control panel again.

Nothing.

Wolffe rolls his eyes, reaching his arm around you and trying it himself “Obviously you’re not if the door isn’t opening”. Stabbing his finger at the control panel, you hear a small “...oh” from behind you when the door still refuses to open.

“Move over, let me have a proper look at it” Wolffe puts his hands on your shoulders, abruptly guiding you away from the control panel as you both switch places in a shuffling motion.

Now with Wolffe closest to the door, you lean against one of the cabinets, firmly planting your hands on the cool metal.

You can feel your face becoming flushed, a surge of warmth spreading across your cheeks. The door will open, of course it will. This is just a small malfunction, that’s all. And then you can leave this stupid closet and never come back here again.

Trying to distract yourself, you decide to subject yourself to small talk with Wolffe.

“So, why are you here anyway?” you ask, your grip tightening on the shelves as if you’re bracing for impact.

Wolffe keeps his focus on the control panel, fiddling with it as he answers “The General wants to meet me in here, says it’s something important”.

Are you hallucinating or did he just say the General? Clarifying, you ask “General Plo wanted to talk to you… in a supply closet?”.

“That’s what I said”.

“And the General said this to you himself?” you pry, trying to ignore the loud thudding of your heart.

“Not exactly” putting his hands on his hips, Wolffe pauses his investigation of the control panel “hmm, it was Comet and Boost. They said he wanted to meet me here”.

You force out a small laugh “And you believed them? Really?”.

Wolffe says something you don’t quite catch, something in Mando’a. Running his hand down his face, he gives the control panel a death stare for good measure.

“The bad news is the door is locked from the outside, so I can’t open it from here but the good news is the maintenance droids run on a tight schedule so one of them should be…” glancing over his shoulder at you, his words fail him and for a moment, Wolffe’s taken aback.

The puzzled look on the Commander’s face makes you feel even worse, an overwhelming feeling of dread consuming your senses. “What? What is it?” you question, your tone a little too confrontational but thankfully Wolffe doesn’t bite back (for once).

“Why is your face so red?”.

Your stomach twists in directions you’re not sure it’s meant to, utterly embarrassed by such a question. Averting your gaze, your eyes lock onto the shelves that line the room, so cluttered it feels like they’re swarming you.

If you reach your arm out, you could touch almost any shelf. Could you do that beforehand? Is the room getting smaller?

With the surprisingly gentle call of your name, Wolffe brings your attention back to him, his hands out in front of him as if he’s trying to tame a wild animal. “Just tell me what’s wrong,” he coaxes, moving closer to you “are you hurt? Is that why you're in here?”.

With his hand a mere inch from touching you, you flinch, pressing yourself deeper into the cabinet as you screw your eyes shut. It’s not that you don’t mind being touched but the thoughts of feeling such a dominant presence as well as the cramped aura of the room makes your stomach churn.

“No, no, I don’t like this room,” you blurt out, voice beginning to shake as you continue “everything feels too tight, it’s all too close, I-I don’t like it”.

Wolffe can handle fighting battle droids, kriff, he can even hold his own against a sith but this? He knows he’s out of his depth but Wolffe also knows this isn’t the time to freeze, not when it’s you. Right now, you need him and he’ll be damned if he doesn't help.

He notices your tight grip on the shelves, your knuckles turning white as if you’re holding on for dear life. “Do you want to sit down?” Wolffe keeps his voice uncharacteristically soft, stooping to the ground in the hopes you’ll follow.

Hesitantly opening your eyes, you scan the floor below. It’s covered in loose, discarded items that once sat on the shelves but have since been looked over and forgotten.

Is there any part of this closet that’s clean? That doesn’t feel crowded? Your head pangs, pain lingering across your forehead.

You let out a whine. Wolffe keeps one of his hands stretched out to you, opening his palm wide “Don’t be stupid about this, let me help you”.

You don’t think he can help, in fact you don’t think anyone can help you right now. But then your gaze meets his. Wolffe looks up at you with calm, hopeful eyes, his rough exterior and brazen nature slowly melting away.

You try to take a deep breath but the tightness in your throat makes it an impossible task. You don’t want to take his hand, you don’t even want to look at Wolffe right now, the embarrassment of your involuntary actions making you feel worse. But what other choice do you have? It’s not like you can walk away, you can barely take a step forward without face planting a cabinet.

Nervously nodding your head, you take his hand. Wolffe tentatively encloses his hand around yours, watching your reaction closely. At any sign of further discomfort or even the slight jerk of your hand, he would let go, not wanting to accidentally make matters worse.

“Good… finally, you actually followed an order” he jibes, the subtle smirk on his face letting you know he’s not purposely dissing you. Although this is a comment you’d usually roll your eyes at, you weirdly find comfort in his typical teasing.

With his hand to steady you, you slowly lower yourself to the ground. “There you go,” Wolffe comments “were you hurt? During the last battle?”. He knows you said it’s the room causing this but he doesn’t see how that’s possible. Not unless this was somehow caused by an injury you sustained in battle, one that’s only rearing its head now.

You shake your head, though that only makes you feel dizzy. “No, no… i-it’s too tight, this room, I need to get out,” you reply through laboured breaths.

Keeping one hand enclosed around yours, Wolffe uses his other hand to reach up and try the control panel again. He sighs when nothing happens.

Letting out a small whimper, you slip your hand out of Wolffe’s, using both of your hands to pull your knees up against your chest as you hang your head low.

You’ll never hear the end of this. Out of all the clones aboard, why did it have to be Wolffe in here? The one person you know will bring this up at a later date just to get the upper hand in an argument.

What makes it worse is that you know he’ll only view you as being weak after this. Wolffe is a man that’s been through so much in his life, surviving a countless number of battles, disasters and attempts on his life. The heavy feeling of shame makes you hold onto your knees tighter. Wolffe is such a strong soldier and here you are, crumbling because of a locked door.

The soft sound of your name drags you away from your internal self-criticism, followed by a poking sensation on your leg.

Barely looking up, you see Wolffe prodding your knee, repeating your name again as he adds “I can’t help unless you give me something to work with, tell me what I can do”.

Wolffe has always had mixed feelings about you but that doesn’t mean he wants to see you upset. Sure, you’re stubborn… and feisty… and a headache to work with but in fairness, you’ve always been there for the Wolfpack.

After a tough fight, you’ve helped them bandage up. When you don’t have full faith in a plan (usually one of Wolffe’s) you’ll create a backup plan for when things inevitably go off track. Even on those quiet rotations, when memories filled with loss and regret begin to flood his brother’s heads, you’re there, listening to them. You’re a comforting presence in many of their lives, even Wolffe’s.

But don’t even ask him to say that out loud. That’s never going to happen.

He pokes you again “C’mon, it’s not like I’m going anywhere… even if I wanted to”. You huff out a laugh, though that proves harder than you initially thought, your dry mouth making the laugh sound more like a cough.

If you don’t get out of here soon, you think you might get sick, the anxious feelings in your stomach continuing to gnaw away at you.

“I… I need to get out, I need to leave” with newfound determination, you begin to stand.

The second you plant your feet on the ground, you know it’s a bad idea, feeling your muscles tremble. It’s as if you can feel each and every one of your nerves twitching, your body involuntarily trembling with panic.

Wolffe is quick to follow suit, trying to stand without knocking into one of the shelves. “Woah, take your time” he says a bit more sharply than he anticipated.

“No, let me leave, I need to-“ before you can even finish your sentence, your legs go from underneath you. You drop, about to crash back onto the ground when Wolffe catches you, scooping you up in his arms.

“What did I tell you?” He mutters with a huff, fully enclosing his arms around you as he lowers you back down to the ground. “Stay low,” he orders “the last thing either of us need is you fainting and smacking your head against the floor”.

You thought the feeling of someone else near you would make this worse, adding a new layer of suffocation to your mixture of emotions. But it’s actually kinda nice, the warmth radiating from Wolffe acting like a warm, welcoming blanket of comfort.

Being in the professional setting of the GAR for so long, you’ve forgotten how soothing physical touch can be at times. Although your reaction is subtle, Wolffe notices how you faintly lean into him, your head a mere few inches from resting on his chest. He watches you for a moment, studying your face.

Thankfully, you have your eyes closed again so he’s not worried you’ll catch him staring at you. Even though you’re in the middle of a panic attack, you look more relaxed than usual. Or at least more relaxed than how you usually are around Wolffe.

Whenever he sees you, it’s only a matter of time before you both get worked up, the two of you bickering or making not so subtle jabs at one another. But looking at you now, there’s not a single trace of that annoyance he normally associates with you.

“Just relax, take some deep breaths” he encourages you, using his hand that’s resting on your upper back to give you a gentle nudge towards him. Wolffe isn’t sure how else to let you know it’s ok to relax against him, seeing the option of saying it directly being too awkward.

He gives you a small smile and an approving nod as you do exactly that, letting your body fall against him as you rest your head on his chest.

Your hand comes up to his chest too, clutching onto the firm fabric of his Commander’s uniform, something you’re grateful he’s wearing considering his plastoid armour would be way too uncomfortable to relax against.

With your eyes still closed, you attempt to take some deep breaths, your breathing hitching every now and again. You try to sync your breathing up with Wolffe’s, finding the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest to be a lulling piece of comfort.

The tight sensation that grips your heart doesn’t fade instantaneously but you have to admit, it’s nice having someone close. It gives your mind something else to focus on instead of the cramped room, Wolffe’s presence distracting you from your worries.

The only time Wolffe ever expected you to be this close to him is if you had enough of his shit and decided to swing for him. Never in a million years would he imagine you being so peaceful and close to him.

With your voice coming out as a small whisper, you mumble “Thank you”.

His heart beats faster at your small piece of gratitude, something Wolffe hopes you can’t hear through his uniform. He’s not used to things like this. Give him a blaster and Wolffe can handle himself just fine but holding someone and trying to comfort them? That’s not his strong suit.

Taking a deep breath, you speak again, this time projecting your voice a bit more. “Did you really think you were meeting Master Plo here?” you sniffle, your head still aching but thankfully, the pain’s beginning to dull.

Wolffe has to stop himself from doing another eye roll, not wanting to start a fight or get you worked up again. “That’s what I was told” he grunts.

To his surprise, you let out a small, genuine laugh. It makes his hands twitch, wanting to pull you even closer and relish in your laugh but he resists the urge.

“And who told you that again? Oh yeah, Comet and Boost, two troopers known for their unwavering seriousness and hatred for pranks” you laugh, something Wolffe is thankful to hear again.

“Alright you got me there,” he admits, knowing it wasn’t the smartest move to believe his troublesome brothers “but why are you in here? Did they say the same thing to you?”.

“Actually it was Sinker,” you reveal, getting rather comfy leaning against the Commander “he asked if I could get some bacta patches he accidentally dropped behind the cabinets”.

You can feel Wolffe deflate, puffing out a deep breath “Please tell me you didn’t actually believe that”.

“Why?” You crane your head to look up at him, watching as he tries to suppress his annoyed expression.

Although you’d never say this outloud, he looks nice like this. Looking up at him in this position gives you a great view of his jawline, both of his eyes peering down at you and a genuine smile playing at his soft lips.

Damn, maybe you did actually hit your head. Trying to refocus on what he’s saying, you push any admiration you have for the Commander deep, deep down.

“Because the batca patches are stored on the upper deck,” removing one of his hands from you, he runs it down his face “kriff, you’ve been on this ship for months and you don’t even know where the batca patches are stored”.

While you would normally jeer back a response or scoff at Wolffe’s remark, immediately becoming defensive, you find it hard to do that after everything that’s happened.

You finally feel relaxed again, a calmness settling in your stomach and putting your heart at ease. You’re in no mood to start a fight and frankly, you don’t think you have the energy for it either.

Instead you laugh again. After all, Wolffe has a point. You should’ve known where the bacta patches are kept and if you did then you wouldn’t be in this predicament. It was a silly mistake and at this moment, you can’t find the energy within you to do anything but laugh.

Wolffe chuckles too, appreciating your reaction. Shrugging, he admits “Can’t blame you too much, it was only last week I realised the caff machine in the mesh hall has more than one setting”.

“Seriously?” you laugh again “But the default setting on that thing tastes like droid oil”.

“I know that all too well” Wolffe shakes his head, almost tasting the sour caff on his tastebuds from the mere mention of it.

You open your mouth to speak again but before you can, the door slides open, the bright lights from the corridor making you squint. A droid whirls into the room, taking no notice of you and going about it’s own business.

And just like that, your time with Wolffe is over.

Giving him a small smile, you climb off of him, getting to your feet. Watching Wolffe stand too, a sudden awkwardness hangs over you. Is that it? What do you say now? Thanks for the help but I’ll still call you out the next time you’re a jerk?

Noticing Wolffe’s expression, it’s clear you’re not the only one feeling this way. “Well, I guess that’s that” he nods, gesturing for you to leave the closet. You do so gratefully, shuffling past the droid and stepping into the wide and spacious hallway.

When Wolffe steps out, you’re sure you see a flicker of reluctance in his eyes. But you quickly brush past it, blaming it on your vision still adjusting to the bright lights.

“Are you going to be okay from here?” Wolffe asks, though it takes you a few moments to process his words, Wolffe’s head hanging low and voice just above a whisper. You’re not sure why he’s talking so low, it’s not like there’s many troopers on the lower deck to overhear.

“Yeah,” you try to sound confident in your answer “I’ll take it easy for the rest of the rotation, just in case”. In an effort to persuade him, you give Wolffe a quick smile.

“Right, well you know how to contact me if you need me…” he replies before realising how soft that sounds, immediately breaking eye contact with you and clearing his throat “or just go to the medbay, yes, that’s the better option, do that instead of contacting me. I’m very busy today”

“Busy getting stuck in closets?” you playfully tease, trying to brush past this awkward energy.

He chuckles “Better me than you”. Kriff, that sounds too soft too. Wolffe’s not a tender, warm hearted kinda guy, so he’s not sure why he’s trying to be that around you, even if it’s subconsciously.

Quickly shoving his feelings to one side, Wolffe chalks it up to your rare vulnerable moment bringing out his protective nature. That’s it. The next time he’ll see you, things will be normal, none of this small talk or softened expressions to one another.

With the curt nod of his head, the Commander walks away. It’s true, he does have a lot to do today but if you were to contact again, he’d be there in a heartbeat… even though he’s not exactly sure why he’d feel so much urgency to be there for you again.

You blink a few times, surprised by his abrupt exit. But then you remember this is Wolffe so his sudden departure should’ve been expected. After all, he’s “so busy”. Rolling your eyes, you walk in the opposite direction, deciding to track down Sinker and give him a piece of your mind.

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somestorythoughts · 10 months ago

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Star Wars au where the Force includes hammerspace.

The 212th is really confused as to how Obi-Wan keeps such a reliable stock of tea of hand until they see him yoink a bazooka out of nowhere one day when he's dropped his saber (again) and is particularly pissed at Grievous.

Anakin mostly just pulls tools out of nowhere and ends up with a pile as tall as he is because this gadget needs one particular type of screwdriver no one uses anymore and he keeps getting the wrong one.

Ahsoka one day pulls out a mallet larger than she is and squashes Ventress into a sithly pancake. Several troopers are very shocked and very jealous they want giant portable hammers.

Mace Windu seems calm and collected but he has been known by some to pull kazoos out of nowhere to annoy politicians if he can get away with it.

Plo Koon pulls out giant stuffed wolves that double as pillows for the Wolfpack.

There's a long-standing tradition of Jedi using hammerspace (saberspace?) for snacks, a deck of cards, and sometimes an extra lightsaber. The shadows use it to become that gag of a character being told to leave all their weapons and ending up with a pile as tall as they are. The healers use it to keep bacta patches, water, and snacks on hand.

Just, Force shananigans with the addition of these shenanigans:

#clone wars #star wars #the force #force shenanigans #hammerspace #peter porker #jedi

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persimminwrites · 6 months ago

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timeloop post got me thinking about some of the story ideas i have so here's little dump of ideas i want to work on (probably post borrowing of bones bc i don't like to split my attention apart from the shorter warm ups im currently doing)

fives x assassin!reader - i wrote a little blurb for a warm up for this and i'm honestly obsessed with this concept. the will they won't they, snarky banter while trying to kill each other vibe fits so well with fives imo so i think it would be fun to actually expand that into a longer stor

time loop - no real thoughts here other than i thought it would be fun to be mean to either fives or wolffe and put them in a time loop :D

train to busan au - i want to write a zombie au so bad its crazy and train to busan is one of my favorite pieces of zombie media its just *chefs kiss* originally i had planned for this to be a wolfpack fic but i want to do more writing for fives and i thought it would make even more since to write him for this au (bc hes an arc i guess and that made more sense in my mind because ... idk)

soul eater au - this is just For Me. no one else. no real plans for this either just vibes. and the vibes are good

pacific rim au - this is from forever ago but still lives in my head. what if.... i made the wolfpack fight in giant jaegers... what then?

"i know you’re poison when I sink my teeth into you" - lyric from a bad suns song that is just begging for me to write something about it

no concise summary for this one. wolffe dechips himself, hijacks your ship with you on it and then *checks notes* "shenanigans ensue"

wolffe x alliance operative - many years after o66. i think i was planning on setting it around 10 bby??? this would be more of a spy, undercover in the empire story. would probably be very angsty and would probably have to make an oc for this story if i ever write it just because of the complexity

O66 never happened au - wolffe x archivist!reader. themes: politics, PTSD, post-war recovery, light angst, mainly fluff, Wolffe learning how to be something other than a soldier. have some really fun ideas about HOW i would write this one

rawl???? actually write about my ocs???? maybe?????

#i am feeling v motivated and inspired lately #also can you tell im really bad at planning things #i start with vibes and then start writing with almost no planning and just let the vibes guide me #which is why i think my storytelling for longer fics isnt exactly cohesive but not really a self dig just something ive noticed as #ive written more #most excited about nos 2 and 3 atm #ive wanted to write 8 and 9 for well over two years but never started either because i feel like id have to sit down and actually plan #and as previously mentioned im bad at that #this was v long winded but anyways! excited to write again!#min muses #writing

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innerchorus · 1 year ago

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I promised you some Wolfpack!Hilmes and I'm here to deliver: consider Hilmes, can't decide pre or post coronation, having to deal with rebuilding the country, reforming the court perhaps not from the ground up but something close to it, and...

Well there are some power-hungru folk and imagine that at least some of them are particularly stupid.

Cue Hilmes in the council room (what's it called?) trying not to face-plant directly into the stairs leading up to his seat or even sigh, looking so done because some dumbass is droning on and on about an entirely irrelevant matter (the garden size lord says hello) and he looks at Areyan (because he snatched him up being all “I can't deal with this alone!”) and even the boy looks just about ready to sink into his seat and sulk.

Aka: Shah Hilmes shenanigans in court. He's gonna be so tired.

All I can say is, it's going to be a steep learning curve for him! He's never done this before, and I bet it is exhausting (this is where the value of having good retainers comes in). I can see him losing his patience in situations like this, to be honest, because how is it a priority? Areyan will have to teach him how to be diplomatic where it matters. Anyway this is a great antidote to my WIP!Hilmes who has uhh let's say rather limited thoughts on the specifics of rebuilding the country after he becomes Shah.

#arslan senki #the heroic legend of arslan #wolfpack au #hilmes

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lonewolflupe · 4 months ago

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aLoF ch5 | Fives Past Midnight

I've written this chapter quite a while ago, and I'm so SO happy to finally share it with you! It's not very long, but it is very dear to me. Just a lovely little comfort chapter <3 I really hope you enjoy it as much as I do! I know Lupe will be enjoying it (:

Summary: Lupe finds herself in trouble with a familiar face - only to flee the scene to spend some private time together Rating: Mature (16+ due to alcohol usage) Tags: comradery, drinking, intoxication by booze, insulting, swearing (usage of slang; kriff/kriffing = fuck/fucking, kark = shit), comfort, fluff Words: 2.434k Characters: Lupe (OC), ARC-5555 Fives, ARC-1409 Echo, unidentified Coruscant Guard troopers aLoF masterlist | AO3 ch4 < | ↓ | > ch6

21 BBY, Coruscant

Whenever there was a moment to spare, Lupe found herself at 79's at night. She was accompanied by troopers of the Wolfpack most of the time, or even by the Lone Wolves now that they were getting to know each other better with every mission they completed. But Lupe found herself getting more attracted to the place recently, visiting without her troops more often. Whenever she was in luck, she would find the ARC troopers Fives and Echo at the bar.

And she was in luck that night. She found them at their usual spot, and when Fives noticed her, he gestured her to come over. "How Dupe you do?" she asked with a grin as she reached them, crashing down on a barstool beside them. Fives groaned as he threw back his head. "I really wish you'd forgotten about that," he said, grinning at her anyway. She aimed a friendly punch below his pauldron before ordering them another round of drinks.

"Are you holding up, Echo?" she asked the trooper, who was sitting at Fives' other side. "Barely. You know what a karkhole the barracks can be," he replied before finishing his drink. The new round got served, and Echo accepted his drink gladly. Fives slid one glass over to Lupe before he grabbed his own. "Echo's just letting off steam. Jesse hid his reg manual and he hasn't been able to find it," Fives elaborated, as he shrugged and took a sip of his beverage.

Lupe raised a brow and bent over the bar, so she had a better visual on Echo. "Can't you just.. Get a new copy?" she asked him, not knowing any better. Fives almost choked on his drink and tried subduing his laughter, as Echo hit his fist on the counter in a sudden rage. "It's irreplaceable! I've been putting notes in it for a revised edition ever since we got out of cadet training!" Lupe gritted her teeth as she slowly sank back on the barstool again, letting Echo rage on about his irreplaceable reg manual.

"There there. I'm sure we'll find it eventually," Fives said as he patted Echo on the back. He turned to Lupe, his hand to his mouth so Echo couldn't hear him, before adding: "Rex might be using it as a caf stand." Lupe chuckled and promised him she wouldn't tell Echo.

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A few more rounds were served before three troopers of the Coruscant Guard entered the cantina. As soon as Fives noticed them, he gave Lupe a quick bump with his elbow, nodding their way. "We didn't do anything wrong this time, right?" he asked, grinning. Lupe looked back at Fives, an even bigger smirk on her face. "Not yet," she replied.

The guards walked over to the bar near the entrance of 79's, ordering some drinks. Fives straightened himself in his barstool, Lupe grinning from ear to ear beside him as she could guess what he was up to. He put his hands around his mouth and shouted towards the guards: "Look what the tooka dragged in!" Lupe snickered as she pulled his arm, trying to get him in cover as the guards looked over to them.

The guards, just trying to enjoy a long awaited night off, shook their heads as they reached for their drinks, trying to ignore the agitator. But now it was time for Lupe to join in on the shenanigans. "Tooka got your tongue?" she called out, as Fives spat out his drink. Echo tensed beside them, groaning and lowering his head, trying to keep unnoticed. "You guys really didn't think this through, did you?" Echo asked rhetorically, before quickly finishing his drink, knowing just too well how this was going to end.

The guards put down their drinks and started walking towards them ominously. Lupe and Fives, still smirking and giggling, jumped off their seats, not planning on getting thrown into a cell this time. "The tooka's out of the bag now," Echo groaned, before Fives pulled him from his barstool. "Run for it!" he urged, as the three of them jolted into the crowd to get some cover from the guards.

Lupe and Fives ran outside, Echo not far behind, the Coruscant Guards on their heels. Fives gestured to Echo to scatter, which his brother gladly did. Fives on the other hand stayed right behind Lupe as she zigzagged through the Coruscanti alleys, trying to shake off their provoked pursuers.

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Coruscant | Entertainment District

Lupe laughed as they turned another corner and finally slowed down, their chests heaving from the running, as they made sure they weren't being followed anymore. Her mind completely running out of control, from the adrenaline rush, the physical exercise and of course because of the booze, she lost her balance and stumbled. But Fives was quick to catch her, preventing her from falling. "Woah, gotcha," he said, smiling as she looked up at him. Their eyes met, and it took her a second to divert her gaze again, as she found herself losing in those big, brown eyes.

A voice in her head telling her to stop, to pull away; to thread carefully. But the strings on her heart seemed to be pulling way harder.

Finally, Lupe looked away and cleared her throat as she put a strand of silver hair behind her ear. "Should- Shouldn't we go look for Echo?" she said hesitantly, partly because she was genuinely concerned about Fives' brother, but also to try and ignore the fact that she had just been looking into his eyes a little bit too long. She didn't want things to become awkward, and Fives went with it. "He's an ARC trooper, I think he'll be able to find his way back to the barracks," he replied with a grin. Lupe nodded understanding, avoiding Fives' gaze as she tried to collect her thoughts. "Now that we've come this far, let's check out this area," Fives finally said, as he put his hand on Lupe's shoulder to gently nudge her to come with him. Which she gladly did.

They found themselves in one of the entertainment districts on Coruscant. The streets were crowded with colourful people and it was housed with bars and clubs, providing services such as drinking and gambling. Since not a lot of businesses welcomed clones, they stayed on the streets, wandering around and admiring their surroundings. None of them had ever been this deep into Coruscant, as 79’s was their usual spot. Lupe bought them some street food at a shabby booth, making their booze-induced state improve slightly. Lupe felt her head become clearer immediately.

The roof of some seedy cantina turned out to be the perfect spot to spend the remainder of their night together. It was a secluded place, away from prying eyes, where no one would notice them as they sat down and watched over the district. Coruscant never seemed asleep, as they were surrounded by neon lights on the buildings around them, the sounds of the people on the streets below and the never ending traffic lanes in the near distance.

They ended up in deep conversation, about the war and its battles, their victories and defeats, losses and sacrifices. They covered both the clone and the Jedi sides, creating a better understanding of choices that were being made, of previously unspoken fears and desires. The subject of their conversation shifted to their different childhoods, both far away from Coruscant. After telling her about his training back on Kamino, he asked Lupe about her homeworld, Lothal.

“I don’t remember much from my homeworld. Just the wolves,” Lupe said dreamily, as she tried to remember anything else. Fives raised a brow, as he looked at her in confusion. “Wolffes? There’s more than one??” he asked in shock, almost afraid, as one was more than enough in his eyes. Lupe started laughing as she wacked him on his shoulder. “No, silly. Wolves, like loth-wolves. The animals?” He nodded as it made sense, a rush of relief as he realised there was only one Commander Wolffe.

"So, er- what about your parents?" Fives asked warily, as he knew most Jedi were separated from their parents at a young age. "My parents? There's nothing about my parents. I don't remember them," Lupe answered, her voice abruptly shifting to a cold tone. Fives swallowed as he swiftly glanced towards her before continuing the subject. "Were you that young, when the Jedi came for you?"

Lupe sighed as she stared into the distance, searching for the right words. She didn't want to sound too careless, as she knew too well Fives and his brothers didn't have any parents at all. "My parents abandoned me as soon as they realised I was Force sensitive. They knew the Jedi would come for me eventually," she said at last. A wry smile on her face as she added: "Ironically, by doing so, they seemed to agree with the Jedi way. Form no attachments." A moment of silence. "I can't blame them, tho," she added softly, slightly hanging her head.

"So you dig the whole form-no-attachments part of being a Jedi?" Fives asked eventually, after another moment of silence. He was trying to choose his words carefully, to not upset her any further, but also to listen to her sorrows at the same time. "Abso-kriffing-lutely not," she blurted out. She shouldn't be questioning the Jedi Order out loud, and it especially seemed unwise to do so in the presence of a clone trooper. But she came to trust this one, and she felt she could share this with him. It was safe with him. She felt safe with him.

"I think attachments define who we are, who we choose to be. They shape us, they make us grow into better persons. They can make us whole. Or so I hope, at least," she finally said, after considering her words carefully, her lips forming a cautious smile. Fives didn't answer, but as she glanced at him sideways, she saw the look on his face and she knew he understood. They sat for another moment in silence, her words sinking into both of them.

As they were both sitting on the rooftop, leaning backwards, their hands supporting them behind their backs, she felt Fives' fingers creeping closer and finally touching hers. Her heart was racing. She should pull her hand away; this was wrong. She was a Jedi, he was a clone trooper. No attachments.. But if this was wrong, why did it feel so kriffing right? She didn't pull her hand away, and he took that as an invitation to put his hand on top of hers.

Breathing faster, she could feel her heart beating louder and her blood rushing to her head, almost making it spin. A strange sensation in her gut. She was so used to the fighting, to be a warrior and general, the death and devastation around her, that she hadn't thought there could be more to life. Was this it, was this what living was supposed to feel like?

"Fives..," she whispered slowly, as she turned her face towards him. But he wouldn't let her finish whatever she was going to say. He took her chin in his free hand and, as he leaned towards her, pulled her closer. She didn't have the chance to protest as he pressed his lips on hers. She closed her eyes as she let him. She could protest all she wanted, but in the end, this was exactly what she wanted. Her heart won from her head.

If this was whatever life was supposed to be, she wanted it. She had never felt this alive before. Her body was tingling as her senses seemed to be more present than ever. The Force around her seemed to flow stronger, more vividly. Their kiss evolved from a careful, asking one into something more longing, more desiring; something more passionate. Something they had both been searching for, and that they now had found with each other.

Lupe's heart was racing, and when she thought it would come running out of her chest, she pulled away. Her chest heaving, she looked him into his eyes again. This time, she wasn't going to look away. She was totally lost in his eyes now. Those big, brown eyes..

It was Fives who averted his glance at last. As he slightly moved to lean forward, his back partly towards her, he started fidgeting around with the rim of his kama. "I’m- I’m sorry. We can be Jedi and trooper again in the morning, just occasionally meeting at 79's. I don't want to put you in an awkward situation," he finally said, his gaze still averted as he didn't want to look her in the eye, as he felt surprisingly vulnerable as he spoke those words, but didn’t want her to notice.

Lupe didn't need to think about her words this time; she just let her heart speak. "I- I don't want that. And you didn't. Well, maybe you did, but- I'd like to be in that awkward situation, with you," she said, as she put the palm of her hand on his cheek and turned his face back towards her. She smiled at him, and she noticed a flicker in his eyes.

She was caught off guard again as he launched himself towards her in a warm embrace, and she laughed as she regained herself. She returned the gesture and put her arms around him, softly caressing the hair on his head as they sat there, on the roof in a never silent Coruscant, in the middle of an ongoing war. But for the remainder of that night, it was just the two of them.

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Epilogue

The barracks' hallways were deserted when Echo roamed them that night. Fives wasn't in his bunk and was nowhere else to be found. As Echo was searching for his brother, he passed the officers' mess. Protocol said it was only accessible to officers, so Echo had no intention to enter the room. But in the corners of his eyes, he noticed something familiar inside the room, something.. Irreplaceable.

"For karking out loud," he sighed out loud, as he walked into the mess to find his reg manual being used as a caf stand. Brown rings from spilled caf stained the cover of the manual. He put aside the empty cup that was still standing on it, the worn '#1 Captain' print on it barely visible anymore, took his reg manual and went back to his bunk to call it a night.

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triscribeaucollection · 2 years ago

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New chapter of Haat, Ijaa, Haa’it is up; three snippets down, a Whole Bunch to go. Just to give y’all an idea of what I’m working with, here’s the updated timeline of my Vod’e An series:

Year 0: Alpha-17 lands on top of smol Maul in a Sith stronghold (left to fend for himself for a few days), and promptly decides to steal the kid

Year 1: Alpha finally locates a Jedi, and Shaak Ti ends up with her future padawan

Year 5: The Wolfpack “join” Plo Koon on a mission

Year 6: Boba saves Jaster Mereel on Korda Six, derails the Galidraan massacre long before it can happen, and reveals Arla Fett is still alive with Death Watch

Year 10: Cody and 212th boys land on Melida/Daan with Obi-wan and the Young

Year 14: Mission gone south for Ti and Maul results in Rancor Commanders dropping in

Year 15: Obi-wan, Cody, and their Verburyc Sol’iise (Loyal Ones) intervene when Death Watch tries to kill the Kryze family

Year 17: Gregor winds up joining Alpha-17. Shenanigans ensue

Year 18: Gree wakes up on Mirial and rescues toddler Barriss; Omm and co join Ky and Asajj on Rattatak

Year 19: 501st land on Tatooine and lead a slave revolt; Rex wakes up on Shilli with baby Ahsoka; Colt lands on Dathomir, meets Savage, Feral, and then newly Knighted Maul

Year 20: Ponds and Grey and assorted brothers land with Windu and Billaba on a joint mission; Battle of Naboo takes place (No, Anakin, Fox does not think spinning is a good trick)

Year 21: Monnk and co. encounter Fisto in a body of water; Fil and squad with teenage Nahdar on the beach

Year 22: Cut lands on Saleucami with pregnant Suu and toddler Shaeeah

Year 23: Young Aayla meets Obi-wan and Cody for the first time

Year 24: Howzer lands on Ryloth, promptly adopted into the Syndulla clan; Verburyc Sol’iise visit Rattatak and meet the brothers and Jedi marooned there

Year 25: First big celebration on Lothal

Year 27: Master Sinube greets a handful of Jaro Tapal’s newly arrived men when they come poking around the creche, hoping to see little Cal Kestis

Year 28: Jango adopts orphaned Din, sole survivor of a pirate raid on his home; Boba tracks down and “adopts” teenage Fennec

Year 29: Bly lands with 20yo Aayla

Year 30: The dream-vision from Old Ahsoka’s death. Current Ahsoka age 13, Anakin 19, Obi-wan 35, etc.

Year 35: Caleb Dume and Stance wander through a Lothal market and stumble across toddler Ezra Bridger

I’ve decided I’m going to try and stick to chronological sequence for the updates, but not necessarily *write* them in timeline-order. Advance chapters might show up here or on my Patreon as they’re finished.

#star wars #star wars the clone wars #time travel au #vod'e an series #look the other nine fics took me over two years to finish #do NOT expect this one to get written in a timely manner #x'D

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wantonlywindswept · 1 year ago

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CC Batch Aurek: Abregado

one | two

this fought me so hard but HEY through the power of Maybe-Force-Maybe-Eldritch Shenanigans i have decided to improve the outcome of the 104th v the Malevolence.

not by a lot, but still.

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Nax knew it wasn't his place to question his superior officers, but they seemed very worked up over something that was easily verified.

"--in the Abregado system when we lost contact--"

Nax stepped away from the communications room to pull up his comm, leaving the Council and the Chancellor to debate whether his brothers were worth rescuing. It was still early into second shift, which meant that most of first shift had probably only just made it to sleep, which mostly meant--

"I swear," Rex growled, "On Prime's fucking cock, if this isn't an emergency--"

"Commander Wolffe might be in trouble," Nax blurted, because Rex tended to keep his threats. "Can you, uh, check on him?"

Nobody really knew how the Aurek batch worked--including, apparently, Aurek themselves--and while the lack of tangible evidence drove Coric up the wall, it was already proven that they were somehow connected.

Admittedly, the 'proof' came in the form of Rex getting incredibly drunk, predicting how his adopted batchers were feeling, and then comming them to prove it, so it was slightly suspect. But the only one he'd gotten wrong had been Commander Fox, who'd spent a good fifteen minutes threatening them with discipline and dismemberment for interrupting his work, which had only resulted in Rex grinning dopily at the holo.

There was a short pause on the other end of the call while Rex presumably did his mystical feely powers banthashit, but the sharp intake of air told Nax all he needed to know.

"General Koon called asking for reinforcements in the Abregado system," he reported without prompting as he heard the familiar sound of armor being hastily donned. "The comm was cut off, and we haven't been able to reestablish communications. They were after intel on that new Sep weapon."

"Then the survivors don't have long," Rex said grimly. His voice became clearer, shifting from a wrist comm to helmet speakers. "I'll go mobilize a squad; tell the General to meet me in the hangar."

"Yessir."

Nax cut the call and made his way back to the communications room.

"--absence of distress beacons indicate that his fleet was--"

"Sirs," he interrupted, standing at sharp attention, "At least some of the 104th has survived. Captain Rex is currently assembling a rescue team in the hangar."

There was a brief moment of utter silence. Then:

"Rex," General Skywalker breathed.

"Oh," General Kenobi said. He covered his eyes with one hand. "Oh, of course. I hadn't even thought about asking Cody."

"I'll lead some of the gunships over to the Abregado system to pick up the survivors," Skywalker announced, a new determined set to his shoulders. "Admiral Yularen will stay the course to keep watch on our supply lines, and we'll catch up as soon as we've retrieved the Wolfpack."

"I'm sorry," the Chancellor interjected, "But where is this intel coming from? Anakin, I know your heart is in the right place, but we cannot risk resources on the mere chance that there could be survivors."

"It's not just a chance," Skywalker said firmly. "Rex knows that at least Commander Wolffe is alive. And even if it's just him, any witnesses to how the weapon works would be worth it."

"You're basing this off the word of a clone?"

All five Jedi turned their attention to the Chancellor, radiating judgment. Nax smirked from behind the safety of his helmet.

"No offense intended to your Captain, of course," the Chancellor said hastily. "But, Councilors, you must see that this is an unwise decision--"

"No, Anakin has a point," General Kenobi interrupted, stroking his beard. "If Captain Rex says that Commander Wolffe is alive, that definitely means there are survivors out there."

"And how does the Captain know that?"

"It has to do with their batch," Kenobi explained. "They are a very unique group of clones--my own Commander Cody is part of it as well--"

Permission implicitly--if not expressly--given, Skywalker slapped the button to disconnect the call before he could be told otherwise, and immediately headed out of the comm room.

"Snips, go with Rex, get the rescue team going ASAP. I'll follow you in the Twilight. Admiral Yularen, we have new orders..."

Nax watched them go, a tight knot of tension loosening in his chest. He pulled up his comm again.

"The Commander's on her way, sir," he reported. "You'll take the squad and depart ASAP; General Skywalker will catch up in his ship."

"Understood. We'll be underway as soon as Commander Tano gets here."

"Captain, if you can..."

Nax hesitated, the words sticking in his throat, because it was a stupid request, but--

"I'll do everything I can to find your batchmates," Rex promised gently, his voice losing its crisp edge. "If they're alive, we'll bring them home."

Nax exhaled shakily.

"Thank you, sir."

He didn't know if the Jedi always had their best interests at heart--and was almost positive that the Senate didn't--but Nax knew that he could always depend on his brothers. That they would look out for each other, even if no one else cared.

(Only thirty troopers made it out of the destruction. Only thirty, out of six hundred, remained of the 104th Battalion.

But two of them were Sinker and Boost, and later, if Nax wept out of relief and selfish joy that at least they survived, he knew that his brothers understood.)

#tcw #tcw fanfiction #cc batch aurek #clone trooper nax #captain rex #i know next to nothing about nax aside from the fact he made me feel Emotions via backstory of the kenobi show #so now he gets batchmates. as a treat.

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