#platonic wolffe x padawan! reader

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THIS IS A COMFORT FIC RIGHT HERE

Mama Wolffe

Pairing: platonic Wolffe x Padawan! Reader

Word count: 973

Masterlist

Everyone thought Plo Koon was the parental one in the 104th. They would be wrong. While the Jedi General did often look after the Wolfpack and take care of them, Commander Wolffe went above and beyond for the sake of the padawan under Plo Koon’s guidance.

You had never imagined as a youngling that your time as a padawan would be spent in a war. You could never have guessed that, instead of training normally and going on diplomatic missions with your master, you’d be going over battle plans and supply lines with a battalion of clone troopers.

But that was exactly what you got. Every day was spent fighting or talking about fighting. You rarely spent time with anyone who wasn’t your master or a clone. Because of your circumstances, you grew rather close with all of the clones and even considered them brothers. Plo Koon only encouraged your bond with the troopers.

One aspect of your friendship with Wolffe that caught you though, was his uncanny ability to tell when you were reaching a breaking point. In the heat of battle, as you fought side by side, Wolffe could see when you were growing weary. When making the trek from a finished battle to the pickup point, he could tell when you needed a moment to breathe. And now, when you were two days into an effort to secure a week of leave time for the 104th, Wolffe knew you were falling apart.

You’d spent the entire morning running around the ship helping the boys with various tasks. You stopped in the medbay to talk an injured brother into staying in bed for a little while longer despite his insistence that he was fine. You brought more medical supplies to the distraught medic on board. You ran reports back and forth for the crew and made sure everyone was where they needed to be. Your master had reminded you repeatedly throughout the day that you should take a break and relax for a minute, but you brushed off the concern and kept right on working.

Whenever you did have a free moment, you were working on getting leave for the boys. Plo had already put in a request, but knew that it would take time and he’d just have to be patient. Patience was a virtue you had yet to master, so you were working on an irrefutable argument for some rest.

You were practically dead on your feet when Wolffe found you. He’d asked Plo where to find you after realizing you’d been missing since dinner, when you ran into the mess hall, shoveled your food into your mouth, and ran back out to keep working. The Jedi recommended that he check your room first, but you weren’t there. After nearly half an hour of searching, he found you in a small room with a bench in front of a wide window.

You were curled up on the bench with your datapad in front of you. Your lightsaber sat beside you. Your eyes betrayed your exhaustion as you tried desperately to focus on the task at hand. You were so distracted, you didn’t notice Wolffe come in until he snatched your datapad and turned it off.

“Hey! I need that!”

“No you don’t. Not right now.”

“I’m trying to get-”

“I know what you’re trying to do, Y/N. All of the boys, myself included, are very grateful for your efforts. But for now, you need to rest.”

You opened your mouth to argue, then yawned. When your eyes closed, it took more effort than you would have liked to open them again. By the time your slowing mind can muster up a response, Wolffe has already tucked your datapad under his arm and clipped your saber onto his belt.

“Come on, padawan.”

You wonder occasionally why he calls you padawan more often than commander. You know Captain Rex of the 501st always calls Ahsoka commander, so why is Wolffe different?

“I’m fine…”

You seemed to have hit a wall, as your mind rapidly shut down and even your force sensitivity failed to alert you to the door frame before you walked directly into it. Wolffe let out a soft chuckle as you grabbed the metal frame and steadied yourself. You gave him what was supposed to be an annoyed look that probably seemed more like a tired pout. Before you could register what happened, Wolffe picked you up and held you in his arms.

You were too tired to complain so you just snuggled closer and rested your head on his shoulder. You tried your hardest to stay awake as the commander brought you to your room and set you on your bed. He moved the blankets up over your shoulder, then let you snuggle into the warmth they provided while he set down your datapad and lightsaber where you could find them in the morning.

“Thanks, Wolffe.”

“For what?”

He knew what you were thanking him for, of course. He just liked to hear your sleepy voice; it helped him remember how innocent you still were, even in the war.

“For mothering me. Plo does it too, but he’s more like a dad. You’re definitely the mom.”

The usually serious commander stifled his laughter at your words. He knew he tended to mother you a bit, despite you technically being older than him. He just couldn’t help it. So he smoothed out your blankets, brushed some of your hair back, and pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

“Goodnight, mama wolf.”

“Night, pup.”

That nickname was sure to stick, especially if any of the others heard it. But Wolffe supposed it wouldn’t be so bad, as long as his best friend didn’t tell Cody or the other commanders. He might actually have to yell at you for that.

[toska-writes]

Clone commandos request if possible. 😁 Could you do delta squad. where on a mission they get captured along with the Padawan, and get protective when they try to separate them or interrogate them.

So i thought about writing a fic based on todays bad batch episode (but I need to get some of the requests done- if you wanna request some Wolffe *wink wink* that’s ok)

“Got your back”

Summary: a mission goes south with the delta squad but they have your back

Paring: The delta Squad/ republic commandos x padawan!reader (PLATONIC OFC)

Warning: slight mentions of injury and imprisonment nothing too bad… the most scary- not proofread

Word count: 1688

Notes: Delta Squad fics are not my “most popular” but ones I always do so much for and I don’t know why

Also I swear to god someone asked to join the Taglist but I can’t remember nor find it so let me know!

"Can you focus for one second Scorch? EVER?" Fixed screamed through the comms, you could see his tense movements from a mile away as the squad ducked once again behind a wall.

Boss could only nod this head, he quickly spun around from where you, Sev and him were hiding to shoot an incoming droid.

"Sorry Scorch I can't defend you this time it's not looking good." You spoke between gasp of your own breath, the adrenaline from the long hours fighting wearing on you and the whole group.

Sev leaned heavily on Fixer from where you could see him, though Scorch as of now was doing a good job covering them.

"Boss," You yelled over the hiss of a smoke bomb going off- the contents of which were going in your eyes and making you cough. "I'm all out of ideas here."

The comando spared you a glance for a second, you feared what his face would have looked like if his helmet was discarded.

Boss looked down at the padawan for a moment. A thin cut ran along their cheek way too close to their eye for Boss’s comfort. He watched their head whip around looking through the fog desperately before a huge bang went off.

After a moment of slight ringing Boss felt the bump of another person against his side. The padawan looked around frantically for the force of the bomb before looking up to the comando.

In a more solemn voice they asked. “Boss what are we gonna do?”

Boss thought about their options then. Backed into the corner of what should have been an abandoned outpost, on of their men injured and the rest ready to collapse from exhaustion. He as a leader thought he was better than this but Boss felt as if he walked his squad right into this trap.

“The missions easy enough for us.” Boss had said only hours before. A knot sat in his stomach but the team needed an easy mission, a break from their last fiasco with the bugs.

He’s never been more wrong in his life.

While he was lost in thought, Boss nearly missed Scorch sliding up next to their leader, his panicked voice tried to fill Boss’s ears.

For a moment the other comando didn’t realize the trooper in yellow was talking until Scorch made a shhh gesture with his hand.

That’s when you noticed it too, the complete lack of noise. No more clanker chatter or blaster bullets from each side. Just the low hiss of the fog that didn’t seem to die down.

You opened your mouth to say something before the unmistakable scraping of metals filled your ears.

“Rollies! get down!” Scorch shouted pulling you and Boss to the floor with him. About 5 Droidekas emerged from the smoke…. Lucky you guys.

“Scorch handle them.” Boss yelled using his hands to signal something at Fixer and Sev at the speed of light. His gruff tone scratched your ears but you all seemed pretty fed up at the situation.

Blaster bullets were blocked by your lightsaber left and right until the next words made your heart drop all together. “Out of hand grenades sir.” Scorch ripped his blaster out now but the shields were too strong on the droids.

“Down the hall!” Fixer yelled as both He and Sev passed the 3 of you, a way out hopefully planned.

You felt them before you saw them, you tried skidding to a stop before turning into the next hall as a hand shot out to grab Boss.

“Shit.” Was the only thing you could say, before they could question what you meant a group of comando droids emerged with guns drawn.

“You’ve got to be joking me.” Sev rasped out, his arm shook while he tried to lift his blaster up and fire. The tiredness leaked off of him though you were sure it did for everyone.

A ring of blue light hit the wall behind you. It didn’t make sense though, comando droids weren’t the type to show mercy.

Your lightsaber flashed along the darkened walls trying to keep the nimble droids away, why couldn’t the separatists just send the normal clankers.

Once again the hall was engulfed in a think smoke. You heard more blasters going off but you feared you were getting more and more disoriented. After a moment you heard a sickening thunk next to you and you assumed the worst.

In the blink of an eye you felt the blast hit its mark and half your body go limp. Unlike the bulking clones you were with it only took about 2 hits before you were out.

•✩•

Boss was the first one to awaken. His head bobbed around and his eyes fluttered open. Boss reached his hand up only to finally realize that his armor was gone.

He laid there for a moment, confusion laced his face. What had happened to him? To them….

In a split second Boss shot up to a sitting position , which his head greatly protested, and looked for the rest of his squad.

Relief was one of the best things in the galaxy in this moment. In the dim light of the ray shield keeping them in Boss could count the 3 other comandos and the form of their padawan knocked out next to Scorch.

Sev still looked bad as now Boss could get the full view of his gash along his side- the blacks on all of the men seemed to be tattered.

Boss observed their surroundings for a moment before giving a light tap to Fixer on the foot. When that didn’t work the first time a much hard kick was implemented.

Fixer gasped awake along with Scorch after a “friendly” tap from the clone comando.

I didn’t take Scorch long before he leaned back against the wall and groaned, clearly he knew the situation at hand.

Boss could only stare for another second at Sev, guilt rummaged through his insides as he helped his injured brother up ultimately waking him as well. This was his fault and Boss couldn’t shake that.

“Fixer start working on those bindings.” Boss ordered unable to keep his gaze on the unconscious padawan. Clearly to the eyes of their captors the Jedi was the bigger threat.

Sev hissed for a moment now finding a new brother to lean on.

You came to with the feeling of someone’s exposed hands brushing against your arms. The pounding in your head was present but the blanket of confusion was much scarier.

“Thanks for joinin’ us.” The unmistakable voice of scorch chimed in. Your eyes strained against the darkness but you could tell what the problem was.

The cool metal hurt your wrists as Fixer fiddled with them muttering a small apology every once in a while.

Boss’ low voice filled the cell, plans of just how they would get out to fight another day. Your eyes scanned the worrisome group.

Scorch sat fidgeting with his hands trying desperately to listen but you could see the worry in his eyes as clear as day.

Fixer sat in front of you cursing and apologizing but he just couldn’t seem to do anything useful without his tools and data pad.

Sev’s eyes closed everyone once in a while and you could see the fight to remain in the moment, though his scowl never seemed to be wiped off.

And finally Boss. His voice was level and low just like the countless other times you heard him give directions, however this time was different. He knew this wasn’t in their favor and he was worried beyond belief.

Someone had to stay strong for them all.

Your heartbeat beat out of your chest, a dull throb started in your temples the feeling seemed vaguely familiar.

“I think someone’s coming.” For the first time you were unsure in the force. Fixer faltered for a moment before meeting your eyes. “It’s probably these. Messing with you.” He shook the bindings.

Though to your surprise, and relief in a way, someone did make their way down the hall. Boss spoke out quickly as you averted your gaze, sweat started to form on your brow.

“We need a medic.” It was hard to call it pleading despite where Boss said it from his position on the floor, but it was definitely more of a demand.

2 masked figures approached though they seemed to ignore Boss all together.

“We need the Jedi.” The cool voice stated only once.

Everyone seemed to freeze for a moment unsure about which group would make the first move.

“Get up.” Was demanded at you and you glanced around meeting Boss’ eyes for only a moment before you gripped onto the sleeve of Fixer.

The ray shield was down now and the larger figure stepped in. “I’m not asking again”

“Like kriff they’re going with you.” Scorch stood in front of you now. His full height filled up their line of sight.

“Move clone.” For a second Scorch was pushed back that was until Boss stood as well and shoved their captor away from his brother.

Before the other could react with their blaster Scorch was all over them. Fixer taking the hint that their time was now scrambled to get their other brother still on the floor.

Your eyes were blown wide with the loud alarm that was set off. You felt someone grab your arm as you were still in a little daze.

“I hope you didn’t think we were really gonna let them take ya.” Scorch said as the group rushed down the halls.

You thought about that for a moment, had there truly been something to worry about while you were surrounded but the Delta Squad, your brothers?

A smile broke out of your face and Scorch seemed to get your reply.

“I hope you know.” Scorch called over his shoulder. “You’re never picking the missions by yourself again Boss.”

An angry yell was heard from somewhere behind you replacing the fear in your body with a laugh. “You were the one to pick the bug mission Scorch!”

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Room for More

TBB x fem!reader (platonic)

Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Summary: A Jedi padawan of Master Plo Koon, you'd been on the run since Order 66 was executed after the Wolfpack betrayed your master. Mostly hiding out in Ord Mantell, you soon encountered Clone Force 99. After helping out with some of their missions for Cid (and always hanging out with Omega), the Batch welcomed you under their wing. However, you don't talk to them that much if it isn't mission-related. A certain mishap may change that.

Warnings: mentions of death, minor angst, metions of Order 66, mentions and description of vomit and GERD (PLS DO NOT READ IF THAT BOTHERS YOU)

A/N: Not proofread or edited. Reader should be around 20 years old. Also, reader's experience with GERD is based on my experience with it (I'm no medical professional so disclaimer!!)

The journey on the way back to Ord Mantell is not always vibrant, but this time, it is. Blue streaks decorate the blackness of space as the Havoc Marauder travels back to Ord Mantell. The energy in the ship is unusually jolly after a mission; you could feel everyone's energy.

Cid's client this time was a sheriff. He hired you and the Batch to act as temporary bodyguards to drive away mercenaries from his town on a tropical planet. While you were there, you and the Batch befriended the local villagers. As a thank you gift, they gave you tons of food—enough for a real meal for the five of you—for the journey back to Cid's.

It seems they packed you some sort of noodles. It's incredibly saucy—almost a vibrant red—not that you mind. The smell is delicious, mild enough for Hunter to enjoy it properly, but enough that you can smell the blend of several different spices. Chopped out pieces of vegetables and meat are mixed into it, as well.

You sit on your bunk, quietly observing the Batch as you heartily eat the noodles. Wrecker, who practically wolfed down his big portion of the food, is now playing dejarik with Omega, who is multitasking between eating dinner and playing the game. The girl giggles as she continues to beat the gentle giant.

Tech and Echo are both seated by the ship's console. You could sense that they're relaxed and satisfied, as opposed to their usual tired state after a mission. They both eat the food while chatting with each other, a smile on each of their faces.

Your glance finally lands on Sergeant Hunter. With his food in hand, he leans on the wall as he watches over his crew. Looking at him, you can feel warmth radiate through your body, and you know that feeling to be Hunter's; it's just the Force's way of telling you how happy he is for the time being.

You smile to yourself, it's not every time that the Batch could enjoy like this. Your heart feels light just by watching them. They reminded you of the Wolfpack.

Oh.

Your heart turns heavy. You're quite past being angry with them: about turning their backs against the Jedi Order; about betraying the cause they fought for; and about killing Master Plo.

No. You just miss them. You miss how things were. You miss the warmth they brought with their presence. You crave for Master Plo's fatherly advice and care. You want to feel Wolffe's comforting hug after a failed campaign. You want to hear Sinker's and Boost's corny jokes that would distract you from the horrors of the war.

You just want them back—just like the old times.

Breaking out of your thoughts, you feel a lingering sensation. Looking up, you find Hunter looking at you with worry. It still surprises you, that after months of being with them, you still can't quite figure out how his enhanced senses work.

Regardless, you send him your signature tight-lipped smile. That awkward smile that graced your features upon your introduction to your new master. The one you gave the 104th battalion at your first campaign as their Commander. The one—

You huff, internally berating yourself for going there again. You really should control your thoughts better.

You quickly finish your food, before properly disposing of the container and utensils. Quickly, you head to the fresher to brush your teeth. Once you're done, you feel something in your stomach, as if you're still hungry, as if something is bubbling inside. You ignore it, just wanting to sleep so that your mind won't be plagued by unwanted thoughts. It's hard at night, the dark thoughts always seem to get worse then.

Heading to your bunk, you collapse on it; everything you and the Batch did the past few days finally catching up to you as your adrenaline drops. It doesn't take long before you're curled up on your bunk, asleep.

You don't even know how long it's been, but suddenly you sit upright and swing your legs over your bunk. Without thinking, you walk briskly to the fresher, slamming the door shut before hunching over the toilet and immediately expelling your dinner.

You groan, slumping down on the fresher floor. You could feel something bubbling in your stomach again, forcing it's way up, along with a strong pinch in your abdomen. The aftermath of your vomit tastes like dinner and something sour.

Just then, a knock is heard. "Are you okay?" Hunter's gruff but calming voice calls out.

Shakily, you stand and flush the toilet before washing your hands.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you reply calmly, masking the pain that you're feeling.

Hunter suddenly opens the fresher door, making you jump. He looks at you worriedly.

"I can hear your stomach, doesn't sound good."

You walk past him into the direction of your bunk. You feel Echo's and Tech's eyes on you as well, but you just want to go back to sleep.

"I think I just ate too fast. Don't worry about it," you mumble tiredly as you resume your slumber.

Echo, Tech, and Hunter all look at your sleeping form but decided that perhaps it's best you get some rest.

The peace continues for around half an hour. You wake up again, hurriedly walking to the bathroom. You don't even notice the worried glance Tech gives, or even the fresher door that you left open before throwing up in the toilet again.

You groan, slumping on the fresher floor.

Someone pulls you up gently by your arm.

"It's alright, I got you," you hear Hunter say as you see Tech flushing the toilet.

You sigh as he brings you back to your bunk, laying you down on it.

"Sorry, Hunter. Did I wake you?" You ask.

He just chuckles. "Yeah, but don't worry. How're you feeling?"

You slump back on my pillows. "Tired."

Just then, Tech suddenly appears, typing away at his datapad. He looks at you before talking.

"It seems that the contents that you expelled included acid, aside from the food you ate for dinner," he then looks at Hunter, "you said you could hear her stomach?"

"Yeah, it sounded like something was bubbling upwards."

Tech nods, seemingly satisfied. "Figured as much," comes his robotic-like voice. He looks at you again, with one eyebrow raised. "I had a theory, so I looked for your medical files from the GAR. You have gastroesopheagal reflux disease. It is most likely that the noodles that we ate triggered it."

"Yeah, kinda figured that out after I threw up the first time," you mumble. You bring the blankets up to your chin, wishing that you could disappear from their scrutinizing gaze.

"I've also checked our medpacks—we do not have any antacid at hand. We'd have to wait till we arrive at Ord Mantell to restock."

Hunter frowns. "Do you need anything?" He asks you.

Your gaze lingers a bit longer on him than you would've liked. His eyebrow are arched upwards, causing lines to appear on his forehead. While crouched, you could still tell that his torso is slightly leaning forwards towards you. He keeps one hand on your bunk, too. For a brief moment, you see a man with a GAR-standard haircut, a cybernetic eye, a scar over it, and white and grey armor. But it's as if your vision shifts, and you see the man with long hair, face tattoo, a red bandana, and colorful armor.

"No, nothing. I'm fine," you reply dryly.

"No, you are not," Tech bluntly points out.

"I'll sleep it off," you mumble, rolling over to your side as your eyes begin to droop once again from exhaustion.

Hunter and Tech both sigh as you quite literally turn your backs on them. At this point, they're quite used to you being closed off, but this is the first time they've seen how you're like when your sick. You're more distant than you usually are.

After some time you feel the familiar pinch in your stomach and your labored breathing. The acid quickly rises in you, and it feels as if it were knawing through its pathway.

You quickly turn to the other side of your bunk in hopes to reach the fresher again. Instead, your eyes meet a metal bucket beside your bunk. Unable to hold everything in, you expel the acid in the bucket.

You cry out in pain; the muscles of your abdoment working overtime to push the acid out of you. Your hair drapes around your face as you throw up, getting in the way of the vomit that not only comes out of your mouth, but also some through the nose.

You vaguely feel a hand gathering your hair and holding it away from your face, and another hand gently rubbing your back.

"Hey, it's okay. I got you," it says soothingly.

Warm tears stream down from your eyes, to your cheeks, and pour down to the bucket.

You lie back down, breathing heavily. The bitter-sour aftertaste of the acid makes you cringe. Your eyelids flutter heavily, and you drift in and out of sleep. You don't even notice that Hunter disappeared until you hear the fresher door open and the bucket being settled down beside your bunk again.

"I could've done that myself," You mutter tiredly.

Hunter crosses his arms over his chest, a big frown on his face. "No, you need to rest. Let me help you."

"It's my problem. I'm the one who's sick."

"Uh-huh," Hunter grunts, looking very unimpressed. "C'mon, ad'ika. Let me help."

Ad'ika.

As he says that, you could hear Wolffe's voice. Your eyes dart around the room, trying to find him. But the only other person you see is a concerned Hunter looking down at you.

Logically, you knew you needed someone to help you with the bucket, and other things that may come up. Your heart clenches at how you wished it was Wolffe, or Boost, or Sinker, or Comet, or Master Plo. But deep inside you, you know that if you try to do this all by yourself, you may end up vomiting on the floor or elsewhere where you shouldn't be. You wouldn't want that.

"Fine," you concede. Your voice no longer holding the fight it had previously.

Hunter flashes you a faint smile as he leaves. Your head lolls on the pillow as your eyelids close on their own and your mind becomes blank.

You wake up once again to someone tapping your shoulder. In your hazy vision, you see Hunter holding out a bottle of water to you. Sitting up, you take it gratefully, taking a few sips. You hand it back to him before resuming your slumber.

And so under the lights of hyperspace, the cycle continued until you reached Ord Mantell. Every thirty minutes or so, Hunter would wake up after you throw up in the bucket; he would flush it before returning it to you clean. Occassionally, he would refill the bottle with water, as well.

In your delurious state, sometimes you would see Wolffe instead of Hunter moving about. And it would seep into your dreams, too. You would see the blur of grey and white armor of the Wolfpack instead of the colorful armor of the Batch. You would hear Wolffe's voice—gruff and strict—telling you to take it easy.

But as the hours tick by, you no longer see or hear anyone from the Wolfpack, whether it be in your dreams or reality. You don't see the grey and white. Instead, you see flashes of color; you see flashes of grey mixed with yellow, red, cyan, and orange. You don't hear Wolffe's strict voice, Boost and Sinker's jokes, or Master Plo's comforting advice. You hear Hunter's gruff but caring remarks, Wrecker's booming laughter, Echo's gentle reminders, Tech's steady comments, and Omega's soft greetings.

And as you arrive at Ord Mantell, you accept their assistance without protest as you disembark from the Marauder. You know that Master Plo and the 104th would always have a place in your heart, but you know now that there's room for five more colorful people.

[just-a-little-cellist]

Can I request Commander Wolffe x reader, who's a Jedi knight and Plo Koon's former padawan? Reader is from an alien race that can turn into a giant wolf and shares a gentle nature toward the clones like their master. Reader is also an absolute fighting unit and tall (Like a gentle giant) Bonus if reader uses their enhanced sense of smell to locate things and finds Wolffe's scent most pleasant. What if reader uses their wolf form to warm up Wolffe and his brothers when they get trapped in some snow planet? (You can put fem! reader if gender has to be specific. )

(omg this is such a cute idea! also this is my first ever Star Wars piece with one of my favourite copy paste men?? so excited <33 this is also sort of a pre-relationship build up thing, so if you'd like me to do a follow up I'd be more than happy to! hope you enjoy!)

(Wolffe x gender neutral reader (can be read as platonic) - warning for brief mentions of fighting, no detail though)

His general is the one to introduce the two of you, Master Plo stating that his former padawan would be 'shadowing' until they were assigned their own battalion.

Wolffe had an immediate respect for you - your sweet smile and offer of a handshake were somewhat unusual, since many of the higher ups chose to keep their distance from the clones where they could help it, but you seemed genuine, so he returned the handshake and nodded politely.

Your introduction alone made it very clear that you had trained under Master Plo. Your temperament was very similar, with the same aura of patience, kindness and wisdom that the general had.

You also seemed eager to get to know the soldiers you were serving with, making sure to remember all of their names and asking questions about them.

The Wolfpack responded well to you, Wolffe had to admit. While he was somewhat hesitant having a new face around, it was good to see his men's morale so high.

They all seemed to trust you and your abilities. While he knew not to underestimate you, especially given your towering height, he would not be convinced completely until he saw you fight.

The first callout to battle had you buzzing with anticipation, and Wolffe watched you warily as you whispered something to the general, to which he shook his head in response.

There was no time to wonder though, as your ship soon touched down and you were thrust onto the battlefield not long after.

You didn't remember the name of the planet, but it was layered in snow, and the glow of blaster bolts and lightsabers was all that guided you in the blizzard you had landed in.

Everything was moving so quickly, and you did your best to put yourself between your men and the enemy fire wherever you could, but it soon became clear that they would overwhelm you in this weather. The more men you saw fall to the ground, the more your hope fell.

You couldn't see well enough in this form. You knew that, the general knew that. Plo Koon had told you not to shift unless it was a last resort, you had asked on the way there - though with the enemy fire now surrounding you, surely this counted?

A quick nod from him confirmed your thinking and, while your former master gave Wolffe the most warning he could, you shifted into wolf form.

It was relieving, to suddenly have your senses be so sharp when you could barely tell where you were stood seconds earlier, and you were easily able to tell where the enemy horde stood. There were stragglers in other directions, but they were soon picked off by the clones.

Your attackers were clearly startled by your transformation (reasonable enough), but their moment's hesitation was enough to allow you to spring forward and send the majority scattering with a sweep of one enormous paw. You felt your claws tear through some, and the ones left intact were swiftly finished off with your teeth. Any that were smart enough to run didn't make it far either.

The sounds of blaster fire ceased once your swift massacre had ended, and you slowly padded across the snow, lifting your nose to the air to find the only ones left were your men.

Far fewer of your men than you would've liked.

Plo Koon watched with mirth in his eyes as you approached the clones, their expressions fixed in awe, aside from Wolffe, who seemed uncharacteristically nervous.

You supposed you couldn't blame him. But still, to will him to trust you, you lay down in front of him, blood-stained muzzle pressed into the snow at his feet while he stared, perplexed, down at you.

"They are still aware in this form, Commander. You need not worry."

The comforting words from the general seemed to placate Wolffe momentarily, then he turned to you.

"We must find shelter quickly. We'll never make it back to the ship with so many injured."

You dipped your head in understanding, and gestured south. It seemed like a smudge on the horizon to the others, but you could make out the silhouettes and smell the scent of the forest enough to know it was your best option.

Not having a better choice, they agreed to follow you, and those still standing began helping up the injured clones. Seeing this, you huffed and nodded at your back.

Plo nodded in understanding. "They will carry the injured. We can move faster that way."

Wolffe, still watching you warily, started helping the others climb onto your back, not willing to waste time even in his distrust. He could ask questions later, but the general trusted you, so he could too.

Moving in this form was certainly faster, and it was not long before you were amidst a cluster of trees and helping down the clones on your back. It wasn't perfect, but you were more shielded from the blizzard.

Wolffe and the general were at the back of the pack, ensuring you weren't followed. They didn't seem confident in the condition of the men, and you tilted your head in question.

The commander looked up at you, seemingly frustrated. "We have no supplies. We'll freeze if we stay here."

You huffed in reply and padded over behind the cluster of injured clones, laying down and using your nose to nudge them closer to your fur. Some of them nestled closer to your warmth on instinct, and you looked back at Wolffe expectantly.

"You can't be serious..."

Comet in particular seemed to be happy with this arrangement though, and quickly dove into your mountain of fur beside his brothers.

Plo patted Wolffe on the shoulder and urged him to sit, humming in amusement at the look on his face as you draped your tail over the small group of clones.

You were... useful. Wolffe couldn't deny that. Useful and very, very warm.

As he drifted to sleep far faster than usual, he thought maybe he could get used to this...

[clone-anon]

Aww I’m so happy you like it!

Hello it's @clone-anon and first of all thank you for saying such nice things. It really meant a lot. Second of all, yesterday I wrote a headcanon about the pets the corrie guards would have and wasn't sure if I should include them or not, so I decided not to since this is your fic and I wanted it to feel that way. So here's some Wolffe and platonic padawan reader.

"Why are we on this planet again," Wolffe asked.

"There's a war going on," you replied withouth missing a beat.

Despite his helmet, you knew his eyes were rolling as far as he could make them.

You both sat in the pouring rain under the only tree big enough to provide some level of protection. You weren't necessarily dressed for the weather since the rain came and the temperature dropped, and your clothes were getting soaked. Wolffe wasn't fairing much better, but his armor at least kept most of him dry.

"Here," he said, putting an arm around you. He knew it wasn't much, but it was all he had at the moment. It seemed like you'd been waiting to get picked up for ages, although you knew that wasn't the case.

"Thanks," you replied. You started to shiver, despite your best efforts. Wolffe started rubbing your arms and shoulders.

"Hang in there," he said, trying to be encouraging.

Several minutes later you were both happy to see a small ship land, ready to pick you up. You both bounded inside and sat down. Wolffe sat next to you, finding the emergency blankets and wrapping you in the biggest one before draping one over his shoulders. He broke the silence between you.

"When we get back to Coruscant, we should splurge on a hot meal."

You nodded. "My treat." You put up a finger to stop him before he could argue. He had paid for ever caf and every meal every time you hung out. It was more than your turn.

"Okay fine," he sighed, "but I get the one after that."

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How Battle Changes: Wolffe

Chapter 4

Pairing: Dogma x Jedi!reader, platonic Wolfpack,

Chapter description: In hyperspace, heading to yet another battle, you talk to Wolffe in darkness

Warnings: reader has very little mental health stability, thoughts of death, jedi code (oof),

Wordcount: 1,1 k

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The longer the war goes, the more you regret not being an archivist.

While it is true that Plo Koon is among the most peaceful and honourable jedi, even his ideals have to lay waste beneath the hungry jaw of war.

Before the war, you had a choice. Jocasta Nu could have taken you under her wing, so you could become the next overseer for the Archive after she wanted to rest. 

But you chose your master, and now you are in a battleship in hyperspace, heading into battle.

“Wolffe?” 

His head shoots up from the bunk to look at your own in the dark. Even if you are a padawan, you insist on sleeping in the same room as the men. You calm their dreams and enjoy their company. A soul too good in nature to be wielding a lightsaber into skirmishes. A soul too good to command an army of child soldiers into war.

“Yes, adi’ka?”

Your voice is thin and quiet. “Do you ever regret a choice you have made?” 

He inhales and puffs out air. You have told him long ago that you appreciate his blunt nature, but he still wants to sugarcoat this thought even a little with a simple joke.

“I don’t think I have had much of a choice about anything in my life.”

You sigh heavily. The silence weighs more on you than on him. You want to say you are sorry, but what would you be sorry for? Wolffe doesn’t like being pitied.

You want to say you are sorry for so much. For not fighting more when the clone army was brought into action, for not marching into the senate chamber and screaming at the senators until your lungs give out for every soldier’s death this unnecessary conflict leads to.  

“There is no way out of this, is there?” 

He doesn’t know if you mean the war, or the choice you have made - even if he can’t fathom what that choice is - or this particular siege on a faraway Outer Rim planet. Hell, even you yourself don’t recognize the difference anymore.

“I could have been an archivist,” there is an edge of tears in your voice as you continue, “but I chose to train under master Plo before the war. His voice was so warm… I miss it. He’s so tired now. He doesn’t say it to me, but I feel it in the force. He’s still so kind, but...” 

Wolffe thanks whatever god or gods there are that he can’t feel people through the force. He knows the General doesn’t want to be in the situation he is, but to even feel it every time you see him and to be able to compare with him before the war must be a special kind of torture.

“It’s like losing your father to a tumour over the years. It grows and grows and feeds until there’s nothing left but a husk of who the person once was,” he finishes the thought for you. He has never outright called Plo Koon his father, but the bond they share… it makes him think of foreign compassion he has never had.

And neither have you. Ripped from your own parents, then taken in and trained from an age that most beings can’t even read at. At least he never knew what it was like to have a mother or a father, but you will forever crave the vague affection from the hazy childhood memories.

"I sent a comm to Dogma a few hours ago, telling him I love him," you confess. 

You don't know if you say it out of the misplaced Jedi-guilt of your relationship or the guilt of hiding something like this from a man you consider your big brother.

Wolffe lets out a non-committal hum. He knows you and Dogma have been meeting up in secret as friends (or at least you have assured him of that). Your demeanour has slowly changed, some days lighter than air in the clouds.

Some days, you just stare into the wall after looking over the galactic news. He can hear your gears turning. You specifically do it in places without the General present. You think he hasn't noticed it, but he does.

If you stare too long, your bottom lip wobbles and tears slip down from the corner of your eyes.

"Did he answer yet?"

You sigh heavily.

"I don't want to check."

The seconds tick by. Wolffe doesn't count.

Later on, when reminiscing of this conversation, he scolds himself for not seeing the obvious. Even if you're whispering, any of his brothers could have been awake. 

He swears by his boys, none of them are tattletails.

But you still should have a healthy amount of paranoia, enough to not admit breaking the jedi code out in the open.

And yet… the usual carefulness of a seasoned jedi padawan was nowhere to be seen.

He should have guessed something was wrong, although the issue was glaringly obvious minutes later.

He never asked any of his men if they were awake. After the mission, he mostly didn't need to, none of them would remember after the hell they have seen.

“If I don’t make it, give my lightsaber to-” “Shut up!”

The force of his voice makes you flinch in your bed. He sits up (or you presume, as the pitch black doesn’t let you see anything) after he barks the command out.

“Wol-” “No! No, I won’t kriffin hear it!” 

You're pretty sure his volume wakes up a few of his brothers. Somehow, your cheeks are wet and your hands are trembling next to your body. There is no energy left in you to stand up and leave the conversation.

"Alright," you whisper out, more to yourself than him.

"I'll give the saber to her myself then."

The damning silence doesn’t help.

“To who?” asks a voice from one of the bunks in the room.

You fight the urge to outright sob. Even if master Plo told you multiple times that emotions aren’t shameful and expressing them in healthy ways is encouraged, you still feel weak in front of your men. For them to just hear you admit you broke the jedi code and are thinking of leaving the order… right before a big battle.

“Ahsoka. She’s a good kid, I want her to be better than me.”

There, in the black of hyperspace, Wolffe knows the war has broken you.

“What about Dorin? Master said he’d take us to see the sages and their temples.” You sigh in response.

“He has been promising that for two years. I don’t fault him, we never get any down-time. I just…” you trail off and move around in your bed, now staring at the bunk above you.

It felt like talking you down from the ledge. After the battle, all Wolffe has to do is say a single sentence.

“Talk to them, buir.”

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Masterlist

Prompt List || Requests: Open || Tagging Form 

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Commander Wolffe

With the Commander(GenderNeutral! Officer!Reader)

Keeping a relationship hidden from the GAR doesn’t come with special treatment

Some of us want to see what we are protecting(Female Handmaiden!Reader)

Maybe after this mission the commander will want to keep you around.

What happens in Canto Bight (Fake Marriage AU w/F!Reader)

What’s life without love?

You did this to me(GenderNeutral! Jedi!Reader)

How is your relationship post-Order 66 between your Commander?

Wolffe Blurb #1 (w/F!Reader)

Wolffe has to ask you a question...

Wolffe Blurb#2 (w/F!Reader)

Just a small timeline between you and your Commander

Your Highness Masterlist (Royalty!Reader Series w/F!Reader) 

No damsel in distress, but certainly one with not a lot of choices.

“Five credits the commander finally asks her out tonight”(w/F!Reader)

Is Commander Wolffe all bark and no bite?

“Good night Commander Wolffe” (w/F!Reader)

Just a regular clone, just a regular Senatorial Gala.

Captain Rex

One attachment left in the galaxy Masterlist (Soulmate!AU Series w/F!Reader)

Rex has always been a little different, it’s not just the blond hair

You should’ve been happy Masterlist (F!Reader w/Force Sensitive!Child Series)

Leading up to your decision- let your child train or keep them with you. You can’t have both.

Choosing Baby Names (w/Pregnant F!Reader)

Rex really hasn’t thought about baby names... but for a really good reason.

Waiting for the right time (w/Gender Neutral!Reader)

Rex hasn’t forgotten, he is just waiting for the right time

“I Promise One Day, We’ll Do This Forever”(w/Gender Neutral!Reader)

Waking up with Rex by your side is always nice; until he has to leave.

Medic Kix

Up So Early(Medic!Reader w/Gender Neutral! Reader)

Waking up early isn’t so bad

Arc Trooper/The Bad Batch Echo

Just one date(w/F! Reader)

Echo Blurb #1(w/F! Reader)

“More in Common than we thought we did” (w/Former Separatist! F!Reader)

Sergeant Hunter

I just want to make sure both of my girls are safe mini-series masterlist (Pregnant F!Reader)

Hunter Blurb #1(w/ F!Jedi!Reader)

The Mandalorian 

Always Hiding(Former Padawan! F!Reader)

Hiding kept you alive. How long until you are found though?

Always Hiding Pt.2 

Can a jedi and a mandalorian really get along?

Peter Parker

Waking Up, Next to Peter(w/F!Reader)

Waking up is hard, leave Peter is even Harder. 

Miguel O’hara

Not My Miguel(W/F!Mother!Readeer)

Spiderman 2099 saved you from your universe as it crumbled with everyone else being destroyed. He took you to his headquarters for safety. Only it wasn't your Miguel. 

Requests

Hi! do you think you could do a platonic fluffy one about commander cody and obi wan kenobis padawan reader? kinda showing their big brother and little sister (or vod’ika lol) relationship that they have! (ya know similar to rex and ahsoka) X

Could I please request a flirty drabble using:6. “your kisses mean the world to me.”7. “just one more kiss.” “i can’t. i’ll be late for work.”23. “Is that a threat?” “Its a promise.”With commander cody x f troublemaker reader. Thank youu😊<3 X

Hi, hope you’re doing well! I was wondering if you could do a Wrecker X reader (or any bad batch characters i just love him lol) where the reader is very insecure about their body. Thanks :) X

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[echothefandomeater]

Like a Big Brother

-Pairing: PLATONIC Commander Wolffe X GN!Reader 

-Genre/Warnings: Actions of bullying and Wolffe scaring a child

-Words: 449

-Summary: 13 year old Padawan reader is being bullied by a fellow Padawan and Wollfe wont stand for it.

You were staring into the fountain in the gardens. You had always loved the gardens at the temple, it was especially peaceful to look in when you were on break from missions but soon you would have to leave to go on a mission with your master Plo Koon and his clone squad, the Wolfpack.

You were too distracted by the mesmerising water to notice a presence behind you so suddenly you were falling face first into the water. You twisted yourself so you would fall on your side instead of your face. You groaned loudly as your shoulder hit the floor, you turned to face the person who pushed you and it was your usual bully, Taliza. He was the same age as you but had been better at most things than you but was horrible all the time.

He smirked “hey womp rat, watch where you’re going, didn’t your master teach you balance?” He snickered but you were speechless so you just looked away from him as you tried to get up but he pushed you back down “just stay in there, I doubt you’re needed anywhere else since you’re so useless” you wanted to cry but you swallowed it down.

You then heard your name being called from the side of the gardens and you spotted Wolffe. You looked at him and then he saw you and realised your state and growled. He basically stormed over and towered behind Taliza “what do you think you're doing?” He spat menacingly at him and quickly the Padawan turned towards him and flinched.

“Oh.. I was just h..helping them up!” He quickly replied going to take your hand but Wolffe just pushed him away “leave” he stated and the Padawan ran away. Once the commander knew he was gone he looked at you, his face softened significantly and he grabbed your waist and pulled you up and out of the fountain. You refused to make eye contact with him but he softly grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him “are you ok?” He asked but your lip trembled before you hugged him.

You gripped tightly to him and just muttered “thank you” your breaths were shaky. The clone hugged you back until you pulled away.

“Why are you here?” You asked quietly and he shrugged “General asked me to come find you” you then felt a sense of dread rise up, you quickly looked down at your clothes. You couldn’t go to your master looking like this!. As if Wolffe read your mind he sighed “don’t worry, I’ll give you a chance to change before we go” you gave him a grateful smile “thank you.” 

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Masterlist

Reader is AFAB

Key:

❀- short and sweet

☕︎- fluff

※- not-so-happy

Star Wars: the Clone Wars

Battle of Umbara

※Padawan at Umbara -Pong Krell's apprentice accompanies him to lead the 501st at the Umbara campaign.

Second Battle of Geonosis:

※Personal Audio Recording: Landing at Point Rain - Master Ki-Adi-Mundi's Padawan goes with him to the Second Battle of Geonosis, and comes face to face with Poggle the Lesser.

※Burned, but Starting to Heal - platonic Kix x Twi'Lek!Reader. Continuation of "Personal Audio Recording: Landing at Point Rain". Reader can't sleep, and finds some help from Kix.

Kix x Reader:

☕︎Humor Me - A slow day aboard the Resolute leads to Kix checking up on you when a headache hits in the middle of the workday.

※Burned, but Starting to Heal - platonic Kix x Twi'Lek!Reader. Continuation of "Personal Audio Recording: Landing at Point Rain". Reader can't sleep, and finds some help from Kix.

Commander Wolffe x Reader

❀☕︎Sleep, My Love -Every now and then, sleep evades you no matter how tired you get. At least this time, Wolffe is home.

Captain Rex x Reader

☕︎Care -Stress from school and life takes its toll on you, but Rex is planet-side and able to be there for you when you're ready.

❀☕︎Little Acts of Intimacy -Before bed one day, Rex notices a flaw in your nightly routine and offers to help.

☕︎Rex's Rainy Day Out - The 501st returns to Coruscant for a short while. Rex decides to wander around, and finds himself in a cozy restaurant.

☕︎Brush - Rex spends shore leave with his girlfriend, whose culture demands that hair must be styled outside of close romantic and familial relationships. They prepare for a snuggly bedtime :)

[toska-writes]

Jedi Maul has been on the brainnnnn!

“Jedi Knight Maul AU”

Summary: With the idea of Jedi Maul of course knowing me I had to twist it into a Platonic piece! Enjoy these headcannons of Jedi Maul

Pairing: Jedi!Maul AU x GN padawan!Reader (ofc it’s platonic!)

Warning: ummm none really I can think of!

Word Count: 913 (I didn’t proof read lol)

Notes: since I couldn’t find any fics like this I filled in! I swear I’ll get back to doing requests but with school now fully back I do have a little more to do in my free time, whether I like it or not

-if anyone ever messed with or talked bad about his commander or men they definitely have another thing coming

-He gives me very protective dad/older brother vibes but only to his little tight knit circle

-And that would include you soon enough

- I definitely think if this certain AU wasn't set in the clone wars Maul would look for a strong willed padawan to pass his teachings too

-HOWEVER do you know how many bad things you would learn from him??? Mostly likely any swear word from any dialect in the entire galaxy. He would give Wolffe a run for his money for the way he would roll his eyes- and don't get me started on how he would totally blow senators off " in the most polite way"

-except of course the nice senators that want the best for everyone including the clones *cough cough Senator Chunchi my beloved*

-and I just keep thinking of this scene where maybe the both of you are talking to the council or maybe some Sith, and Maul would totally make a quip to you or something to ease the tension

-He would want the absolute best and peace of mind when he can't be right with you on the battlefield, because at the beginning he definitely wanted to be

-Maul definitely isn't the type to verbally encourage you, I think he'd be more of an act of services. Whether that be with a blanket and a shoulder to lean on after a hard battle, or helping you clean and wrap a wound if you don't necessarily want to go to the med bay

-Teaching you have to fly is like doing math homework with a parent at the kitchen counter. However after a few more lessons it is definitely a hobby you like doing together even if there is a little banter

-I can imagine on a far away planet while away for a campaign he may or may not sign you up for a pod race just for some extra credits. Would he cheat?... well it's worth it when he sees you fly around the corner with the rest of the troops cheering like mad men

-Meditating is... something else. He knows how hard it is to just sit. And relax, especially in a time of war. But it seems more bearable with someone else for the both of you

-Maul would take lightsaber and dueling technique training very seriously, it's an art form in his eyes and something that he believes he can excel at so of course it's one of the first things the two of you bond over

-He would want to make sure you are prepared for anything, hand to hand, blasters, lightsaber you name it

-Now let’s say something does go wrong and maybe just maybe you get hurt

-One word would be furious, what ever man or creature did that better say their good byes quickly.

-He’s not one to lose his padawan, or hurt by seppies in that matter

-now let’s be honest he’s pretty intimidating and holds a high standard for everything but when the broken little voice of his padawan says they’re scared- his heart is broken into a million pieces.

-that would probably be the only time where he properly brought his voice down to provide some comfort.

-Also can we talk about how dramatic he would be, maybe your sparing and you jab him in the chest.

-he would definitely grab his chest and look at you stunned saying his own padawan is growing before falling to the ground

-two more words: war crimes. I don’t have to explain and I won’t

-there would be so many different competitions among the ranks, kinda like how Anakin and Ahsoka see who can kill the most droids. Something to make the war seem bearable

-Now if anyone ever found out about these last few parts he’d wither away to nothing

-I would say Maul has something against the cold, he doesn’t like snow or being freezing. And so when it comes time for a cold related planet everyone has to know

-the clones would definitely be making different jokes and such but of course behind closed doors, no one wants a cold upset Maul

-however when it comes time for night Mauls CC definitely let’s him bunk with him

-that’s when the clone cuddle piles with the two Jedi really get started

-there’s just something about being absolutely surround by people you know you can properly trust and they trust you to protect them.

-and I’m more than certain the both of you have probably stolen blankets from the clones barracks

-On sleepless nights you both could probably be found talking about the most random shit that had nothing to do with the raging responsibility. Or even in tougher ones with nightmares Maul would most likely put an arm around you and have you fall asleep there

-My boys trying ok. Being a single father to his padawan with a bunch of crazy uncles

-He tries, maybe one day it’s both of you painting your own fighter or tricking it out, maybe it’s another where it’s all intense training and he carries you back to the temple room

-All in all I think Maul would be a fun interesting master to have!

If you want to see this take the form of an actual fic let me know!!!

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[a-dorin]

☆ a mediocre wip list ☆

ardor chapter 9: no title yet. where it all comes to a climax (both in & out of the bed ;) part 9/10)

security: a bodyguard au where feral lives. the second part in a three chapter miniseries.

maul & his son headcanons

fordo softness

cad bane x reader sequel(???)

requests (taken 07/22 —> still in progress)

maul showing off his mate to death watch

a senator!reader x obi-wan reunion post order 66

rex rambling while he’s doped up on meds

rex x pregnant!reader

rebels!rex & platonic!reader

hades!maul x persephone au (this is taking me a while because i want it to be perfect)

maul smut (no preference)

maul in heat (nsfw)

feral in heat (first time around s/o)

sugar daddy!dooku x reader (nsfw)

obi x padawan!reader (post order 66)

kit fisto (slow n sensual w some dom/sub tones)

professor!maul x reader (nsfw)

maul x savage x reader (nsfw)

wolffe x boost x sinker x reader (nsfw)

maul x reader engage in a massive spat

i’m so sorry that it’s taking me so long to fulfill requests! life just keeps getting in the way :((

[the-and-sign-anon]

Hi, how are you?😊 Not sure if requests are open but if they are could you write a platonic commander wolffe x reader Imagine where the reader is the general and takes more care of others then for themselves? So wolffe looks out for them whenever he can? I hope this is okay.

Posted!

I made reader a padawan instead of a general, but I think this turned out really cute!

Thank you for requesting!

[the-toskaverse]

Hello it's @clone-anon and no worries on multiple asks. Things have really slowed down lately so I don't have as many to fulfill. I tried my best based on what you sent. Here is Wolffe x Padawan!Reader (platonic). Also this got long, so apologies. I don't know how to make it shorter.

You darted through battle on your trusty ship, half a dozen troopers in tow. Master Plo and Wolffe were already on the command ship and waiting for you and then men to return so you could all leave.

"We must go now," Master Plo urged over comms.

"Not yet," you replied. "I can destroy this last ship. I can wipe them out!"

"Now is not the time to show off, young one" Plo replied. "The battle is won and you are taking a great risk."

You ignored him and darted through the wreckage of already destroyed ships, focusing solely on the one Separatist vessel that remained in operation. Barely managing to avoid their fire, you took your shot and destroyed the ship much to the cheers of the shinies watching over your shoulder. You comm'd Master Plo and Commander Wolffe with a joyful "let's get out of here" and you all returned to Coruscant.

Once you got back, however, you were greeted with a stern look from your master and an angry Wolffe. Master Yoda had arrived and for a moment you thought perhaps he was there to congratulate you.

"Patience," Master Yoda said. "And listening must you work on." He walked away without another word. Master Plo would have had words with you, but he said you would speak the next day and let Wolffe do the talking.

"How could you do that?" Wolffe was livid.

"Do what?" Your heart sank. You only wanted to destroy as many of the enemy as you could.

"You knew the battle was won," Wolffe gritted. "You had men on board your ship and all of you could have been lost. I am responsible for each of my men and when General Plo gives an order, you should obey it. Did you even notice that the reason you succeeded was because we offered you cover fire? You would have died out there, all of you!"

You looked down at your feet. No, you hadn't noticed. You'd been caught up in being a hero.

"Those shinies who were with you," Wolffe added, starting to even his tone, "they might have thought it was good work, but they have a lot to learn too. You can't just go full-speed ahead without realizing there are lives at stake. There are always lives at stake."

You were both silent for some time. You finally looked up at him and Wolffe had misty eyes to match your own.

"I'm sorry," you said. "I don't know what else to say."

Wolffe shook his head. "I know. I just... I care about you and each of my men. The risk you took could have ended so tragically and I don't want to lose anyone else."

You nodded. You were a bit surprised that after all that, he still pulled you in for a hug. Even though things could have gone disastrously, they hadn't and you lived another day to learn an important lesson.

Ahgftshphvikfeufusuvbhigor-

I think my heart stoped, you never disappoint!

[toska-writes]

Heyy could you maybe write another fives x platonic reader your stories are so good I binge read all of them

Wooo I love when I see you all binge reading on my posts!

“Keep your head up”

Read here on ao3: (✩)

Summary: After being rescued from some seppies Fives try’s to help you accept and love your newly acquired scars

Paring: Fives x GN padawan reader (Yes everyone it is PLATONIC)

Warning: Mentions of scars and injuries. Insecurity’s but Fives will make it all better

Word count: 713- and be so proud because I actually proof read

Notes: Don’t worry this is just a hold me over, an appetizer if you will, for a longer fic I plan to write later. Also there could be a part 2 to this with Alpha-17 maybe if your interested

He watched as the rest of his brothers started to exit the ship for their quick supply run on the rainy planet of Kamino, however Fives hung back with a quick nod from his general.

Rain pounded all around him as Fives waited for a moment before he saw your figure walking towards him, you made your way over to him a limp still present in your strides.

Fives or Rex normally volunteered to wait for you since it’s been a slow recovery since your last encounter with the separatist. With much begging Anakin finally let you come back with them on this mission.

And so far Fives could safely say that senators were dicks.

“You ok sir?” Fives asked as you came to a stop next to him.

You gave a small ‘Mhm’ as you kept your gaze trained to your boots. You’ve been getting a lot of that lately and you just wished thing were like they use to be.

Fives planted a firm hand on your shoulder making you glance up for a moment, he wouldn’t say anything but he could tell something was up.

His gloved hand traced over the raise red skin on your face, the stitches helped stop the bleeding but it still looked irritated and gnarly.

“I mean did you see what that senator was wearing? He couldn’t even talk.” Fives quietly spoke to you. You let out a small laugh and rolled your eyes.

“He did look stupid.” You thought back to a few hours ago.

Fives was taken aback almost with the searing white flurry of rage he felt in that moment when a senator made a comment about his commander. His vod’ika. About their appearance.

He looked over to where Jesse was stationed next to him, one of his hands were held in tight fists while the other hovered just over his blaster.

Rex took a step closer to you. If looks could kill the senator would be long gone from all of the men present. Fives didn’t need the force to sense that everyone was livid and Anakin was ready to explode.

“What if people are scared, what if those cadets don’t like me?” Your small question brought him back to reality.

Fives let out a small laugh of his own as you looked at him with wide eyes. Oh how he wished he could erase all the doubt from your mind.

“First off kriff what they think.” Fives brought your face into his hands being carful not to hurt you. His tone became serious and you listened closely.

“Second of all do you know how much respect you’ll get from all those men in there? You saved some of their brothers by getting those scars and your not a shiny nat-born now. Alpha-17 is going to go crazy because that’s what he wants to see in the brothers he trains.” Fives smiled at you as he wiped a tear.

“And it makes you look like a total badass.” He added

You laughed now wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your robe. The pair started to walk off of the ship and through the hanger.

“You think so?” You still spoke unsure.

“Oh of course, I mean you look way more intimidating now. Kinda like Wolffe.” Fives thought about his older brother and commander for the 104th. A shiver shot down his spine.

“I do don’t I.” You looked up to Fives with a smile on your face, a smile he hasn’t seen since the days before that mission. It felt like lifetime ago.

“Just keep your head up.” Fives lightly tapped the underside of your chin. “Everyone’s going to be blown away. Your one of the most skilled people I know. And if they are hooked up on this,” He gestured. “Then clearly they aren’t looking hard enough at you.”

You and Fives walked side by side into the stark white halls of Kamino. The pride he felt for you was through the roof, the familiar bounce in your step returned as met up with the others.

You knew you had Fives and all the other men to make sure you were all right. A personal posse of hype-men at your deposal, and you were forever grateful.

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idk if you’re taking requests, but if you are, can i request another padawan reader with wolffe or fox? love all that you write!!

I love writing for Wolffe so much!

“Endure”

Summary: Ever wonder what happened to Wolffe and the pack after the tragedy of killing their Jedi? Me too, but what if there was a padawan along for the ride

Pairing: Wolffe x GN padawan Reader (Platonic)

Warning: Major character death, mentions and descriptions of injury and blood, butt load of angst no happy ending yet

Word count: 1500

Notes: I couldn’t stop thinking about these boys all day and since Wolffe didn’t show up in the bad batch I’ve been wondering- how cool would it be if there was a show like the bad batch but with Wolffe and a padawan? Welcome to the first episode

“Wouldn’t want you falling behind now Wolfy” The commander heard the taunting voice of his padawan through the comm devices. Wolffe couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the quips you were throwing at him.

“I should be the one worrying about you keeping up.” He growled back through the comms. Wolffe watched as you and a few members of the Wolffe packed speed ahead of him and the general soaring through the air.

Coming next to him now Wolffe glance to the side of his ship to catch the head shake of Master Plo

“My dear commander what will we ever do with them?” Master Plo voice rang throughout Wolffe ship.

“Your the one that wanted a padawan, I unfortunately got stuck with the others.” Despite his words Wolffe couldn’t control the small smirk that played on his face as he watched his pack turn and fall back into the formation they were supposed to be flying in.

“My young padawan,” master Plo caught your attention as your ship neared both of theirs. “Since you are so eager to fly why don’t you go up ahead and scout for us.”

“On it master.” The cheeriness in your voice was hard to pass up as you flashed a quick smile at Wolffe as you zipped past him yet again

Another eye roll and soon Wolffe’s good eye would go bad- maybe he did roll it a little to hard this time, a small echo of a throb hurt the side of his head.

Wolffe hands griped the wheel harder this time and if on instinct before it even registered in his mind Wolffe was opening the message of the flashing comm device.

“Commander Wolffe, Execute order 66.”

Fear struck Wolffe first as the words bounced around in his head, did he even know what that meant? As quick as a light went out Wolffe forgot his worry and as if he was controlling himself from the passenger seat he pulled his ship back.

He didn’t need to look to see if his pack had done the same, working together for so long he knew they would follow him blindly.

Nothing in Wolffe’s mind expressed any doubt for what he was about to do next, all he knew was that he was the one to pull the trigger first.

A scream echoed through the comm channel, but as quickly as it started it was gone. His sharp eye tracked the burning heap of a ship until it crashed into the ground bellow.

Did he regret it? Something in his mind whispered to him that he just shot down his general, one of his closet friends, his buir. A louder more dominant voice in his mind repeated over and over- kill the treasonous Jedi.

“Find and kill the padawan.” Wolffe snapped to his brothers as they all made their way to where they saw you disappear. Wolffe would find you, he had too.

Something wasn’t right- you happily flew out into the horizon. The thought of the war finally being over plagued your mind and you couldn’t help but think about what it’d be like when everything went back to normal.

No good things can last forever. A searing pain seemed like a title wave in your head, you wobbled for a moment trying to straighten out the ship.

Noise erupted throughout the force in an instant and only got louder and louder. Every word yelled seemed to blend and swirl together- all except one voice you knew too well.

“Master?” You spoke aloud seeing if you could reach him but static filled the air. A lump formed at the pit of your stomach and your vision wavered again. The force didn’t feel as it normally should, it was darker now.

“Wolffe what’s going on?” You tried the only other person who you knew could help you.

You looked over your shoulder as you were about to turn around and head back to see exactly what was going on when your eyes landed on the packs ships that were inbound.

A sigh reached your trembling lips as they grew closer and closer to your ever slowing ship- they would know what to do, especially if your master somehow…

Something made your spine itch as you watched your pack close in nearly reaching your position, no these weren’t the boys you knew. A darker aurora bleed into the once homey feeling of the 104th, and it made you sick.

Without second thought you raced over the landscape followed closely in tow by Wolffe and his boys. The first shot fired upon you confirmed your ever growing fear. They were trying to attack you. That they attacked-

Blaster bolts upon blaster bolts rained against your ship, in an instant with a last ditch effort swerving the wings engine was hit and the ground was coming at you a lot quicker than you wished.

Would you die knowing that your own men, your brothers killed you in cold blood- something had to be wrong with them, they wouldn’t choose to do this.

Or would they?

The fighter hit the ground with a bang jolting you in your seat, pieces broke apart as the ship began the skid to a stop barely even recognizable as a ship anymore.

With one more attempt to open your eyes you watched as a piece of metal and rubled fell along the glass window of the fighter. It cracked like a bolt of lightning across the sky, but the sight didn’t register in your mind as your head throbbed with pain and the sweet relief of unconsciousness took you in its hold

“Fighter shot down sir.” The deadpan voice of Sinker spoke to Wolffe. He watched the ship hit the ground, the wad of smoke was a good sign that there would be no survivors but Wolffe wasn’t a fool.

“I want to see the bodies, or we can assume the jetti survived understand?” His tone was harsh as he circled high above where your ship dropped only minutes ago.

As half of his squad went back to the first wreckage Wolffe and the rest started there descent to the world below.

Smoke filled the air and Wolffe had to stifle a cough under his helmet, his hands wouldn’t give up as he dug through the rubble.

“Sir over here.” Someone yelled for Wolffe his head snapped up and he quickly made his way over.

“That doesn’t look like a body to me trooper.” Wolffe spoke with such venom in his voice the shiny took a step backwards.

“Well sir we found this buried under this pile here,” The soldier paused for a moment handing Wolffe an arm brace, and what seemed to be half of a chest plate and shoulder guard. The symbol of the Jedi order haunted his vision. “The rock and metal is too heavy for us to lift on our own, and the fires makes it difficult.”

Wolffe knew what they were saying, stop their search and wait further instructions elsewhere- the maker knew he wanted to get out of this place quickly before anyone fell ill.

With a sigh and an eye roll Wolffe brought the armor down to his side before speaking lowly. “Take the men and head back to base, see if the others can confirm their kill and wait there.”

“Your not coming commander?” Another voice asked.

“I want to make sure our work is finished.” Wolffe turned his back quickly on his men, maybe he should continue his search where the remains of a Jedi were strewn about but something else called to him.

The noise of ships taking off yet again filled his senses and only when they were gone did Wolffe start his dig once again.

His hand nearly went through a layer of broken glass as he pulled away. More smoke seemed to pour out of this hole when he turned his light on on the side of his helmet.

Despite the protection a cough rattled his body. Wolffe scanned the shadowed room, a siren that wasn’t silenced in the crash kept blaring as Wolffe stuck his head inside.

That’s when the commander caught sight of a figure laying unnaturally towards the bottom of half of the broken ship. He recognized you immediately.

What part of him wanted to cry out when he saw you? Was it the old Wolffe, commander of the Wolffepack, or was it the quieted version of Wolffe he still has yet to understand.

Wolffe Face got closer and closer taking in the sight- did he really do this, he was just following orders.

Good soldiers follow orders.

The slightest movement caught his well trained eyes, the up and down of your stomach was faint and Wolffe almost didn’t believe what he was seeing. You were still breathing.

You were still alive.

A hum of sorts took over in Wolffe brains as it had done before.

Within a blink Wolffe pulled out his blaster.

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“Random Clone Headcannons p.2”

We’re back at it again! But also note that there will be another writing coming out very soon- and I think it’s gonna be a long one

Clones x Reader (platonic!)

“P.1 of the Headcannons!”

•Wolffe has a few suspects of who keeps leaving dog treats around his stuff and in his bunk- butttttt to your amazement he keeps yelling at the domino twins instead of you

• Fox would literally stand up to anyone who’s bothering you (they all would but he would do it in such an unhinged way)

• Alpha 17 is actually surprised with your performance in a training simulation on Kamino whenever you can visit and gives some tips

• To second that, besides a few exceptions Alpha would think that you are a ✨tolerable natbron✨ and one he thinks is cool

• Since the clones have some pretty good immune systems (for the most part) imagine how panicked they’d be if you walked in with the flu or something

• Fives wouldn’t let you even raise a finger if you were sick

•The delta squad has been, for some reason, trusted to watch over you while your master is away- Boss and Fixer take this very seriously

• Sev somehow lit Scorch on fire and you were the one to put it out while the rest ran around like babies for help

• If you liked another padawan (maybe like Ahsoka like me *cough cough 🏳️‍🌈) Hardcase and Jesse would be ALL over that and definitely could figure it out very quickly, I mean it’s only frowned upon if you get caught so…..

• Laying on top of the Marauder with the bad batch and Omega is snuggled by your arm while you watch a meteor shower

•Tech was pushed off by Crosshair for trying to educate everyone

• You took Cody’s armor for shits and giggles with Waxer and Boil because you wanted to try it on, but no one is laughing now that a certain commander is hunting you three down through the hall of the Negotiator

• designing a few tattoos on your holopad for a few troopers to get>>>>

• Fives has a way of hugging people where you are so completely immersed and so protected- But the group hugs with Echo and Fives… extraordinary

• You secretly take pictures of everyone- weather it’s like Hardcase and his mouth is wide open when he sleeps. If it’s the look on Sinkers face when Wolffe catches him doing soemthing, or even funny videos with Fives or Wrecker

• Alpha 17 gives you ALL the dirt about all the COs- It haunts Cody how much dirt you have on him from when he was a cadet… your just waiting for the right moment

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