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Clone x OC Week Day 1: Introducction/First Meeting

(side note of context: Ace genuinely isn't a clone, there's more detail about him elsewhere. Sorry if it's junky I forgot to edit it 😓)

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Pairings: Ace grovewood x Wolffe

Short summary: Polite conversation for a change, odd.

Rating: G / SFW

Words: 1,859

Warnings: none, maybe brief mention of getting punched.

Wolffe didn’t normally loathe someone. No, that wasn’t entirely true. He hated annoying company. And Foxtrot was annoying company, at least he thought that the corrie trooper was named Foxtrot but he could’ve sworn he heard someone else call Foxtrot ‘Ace.’ That didn’t matter, other than that Foxtrot was annoying as hell and wolffe was still sort of bitter about about what months ago last leave. Foxtrot or Ace, whatever the trooper’s name was, socked him in the jaw. He felt like it was unnecessary but he was sure Foxtrot would say otherwise and definitely did say otherwise every time Wolffe karking saw the smug menace of a bastard.  

   Yet every leave on planet side somehow became less boring when Ace, Wolffe, decided fit better than Foxtrot, would at some point and inevitably show up. He wasn’t sure what drew him in every damn time, maybe it was the banter or somewhat bickering their arguments had turned into. But either way Wolffe would forever deny how much Ace seemed to be growing on him. 

Until now that is.. They had somehow ended up stuck in a damn elevator. It didn’t help that Wolffe wasn’t a fan of small enclosed spaces that were dark but he didn’t let it show that it bothered him especially not when Ace looked so kriffing calm about the situation as if it was a daily occurrence.  Ace’s focus was on the datapad in his hands, the light of it reflecting on the visor of his helmet. Of course he was doing something useful like messaging Canvas about being stuck in the elevator. Although it meant they would be waiting a while til it was fixed. 

Wolffe huffed, already feeling a bit cramped in the claustrophobic space. It never failed, somehow whenever he and Ace managed to run into each other, they constantly found themselves in the most ridiculous of situations like this. Maybe it was just the force of fate. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms, shifting a bit to get some semblance of comfort. “Kriffing hell…” He muttered, glancing at how calm and collected Ace looked right now, still focused on that kriffing datapad. Satisfied by Canvas’s response about how soon the situation would be dealt with and fixed. Ace decided that now was probably a good time to work on datawork. He started idly reading reports, signing them if needed or forwarding them to Fox. 

Wolffe watched with an air of irritation as Ace read through the reports. “You seem remarkably calm for someone stuck in an elevator.” He  grumbled, trying to hide the hint of tension in his voice that had nothing to do with the space they were in and everything to do with Ace’s infuriating nonchalance. “This doesn’t happen too often to you does it?” Ace sighed, he didn’t even look up from the datapad. Wolffe rolled his eyes, exasperated. It was like this every time, Ace always had some smartass retort, and Wolffe, for some bizarre reason, found it infuriatingly attractive. Not that he’d ever admit that. “No, it doesn’t. Most people have enough common sense not to get themselves stuck in an elevator.” He retorted, shifting against the wall again. It was definitely too damn claustrophobic in here.

“Well if that’s the case then you would’ve noticed that this one is one of the junky elevators that we’ve been trying to fix.” Ace poked his pen in Wolffe’s general direction before signing a report. “Oh really?” Wolffe couldn’t help but scoff, looking around the cramped space with a hint of annoyance. Not that he was nervous or anything. He could handle tight spaces just fine. “I could’ve never guessed that one.” Wolffe’s tone was heavily sarcastic. He pushed away from the wall and walked a few steps towards Ace, leaning against one of the walls next to him. “So what you’re saying is that we’re stuck here for a while..” 

Ace rolled his eyes, despite his helmet the action could probably be guessed. “Yes. Canvas and Feedback are working on it currently although they got a shiny so now is a good time to put his skills into practice.” He shrugged a little. He fell silent again, as he read. Kriff this wasn’t a report, it was some senator’s shitty ass complaint, he realized. He sighed softly to himself and forwarded it to Commander Fox with an apology attached to it. Wolffe rolled his eyes again at Ace’s words. Typical. He leaned against the wall, his eyes occasionally darted to the datapad in Ace’s hands. “You’re always so damn calm,” he muttered, though it was more to himself rather than Ace. He fidgeted a bit, trying to find a position that wasn’t so karking uncomfortable. After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, he finally spoke up. “Can I ask you something?” 

“Is it going to be insulting?” Ace paused slightly. He glanced briefly at Wolffe before looking away. Wolffe clicked his tongue, not even surprised at Ace’s usual smartass tone. “You really think everything’s a dig against you, don’t you?” His tone became slightly defensive. “I just need to ask you something.” satisfied that wouldn’t be an insult, “fine. You can ask me something.” Ace gestured vaguely for Wolffe to continue. Wolffe took a deep breath, almost looking a bit fidelity. “I’ve just been wondering about something.. About you.” His tone was a bit cautious. He watched as Ace waited patiently, looking almost a bit curious underneath that blasted helmet. 

“Why do you even wear the helmet all the time?” He asked. It was a question he’d wanted to ask ever since he realized that Ace always wore his helmet. Ace tensed a little a bit before he made himself relaxed. “All corries wear their helmet commander.” He finally sighed out. Wolffe raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, but not all the time. I’ve seen.. Occasionally.. Some of the corries without their helmets. Especially Fox.” He retorted, his voice slightly tinged with annoyance. Skeptical that Wolffe had seen corries without their helmets, Ace at least refrained from rolling his eyes. “Fox is usually in his office. It’s fine there. If it’s on base and nobody is around. Then sure helmets are off. And I do the same.” He signed a few more reports. Wolffe huffed, crossing his arms over his chest again. He watched as Ace signed another couple more reports. “That doesn’t explain why you never take it off around me.” He groused, his tone a bit disgruntled. 

“Protocol isn’t lenient.” Ace uttered out roughly. He out of habit went to put the pen to his lips before remembering he was still technically wearing his helmet. He quickly lowered the pen. Wolffe watched the little gesture, a small smirk tugging at his lips. He leaned closer, his shoulders brushing against Ace’s. “Oh come on, I’ve never seen your face. Ever.” He replied, his tone almost coaxing. There was a hint of frustration in his voice, not because he was still stuck in an elevator with the infuriating corrie sergeant, but because he was stuck in an elevator and he still couldn’t see any of Ace’s facial features. “Commander Fox’s orders” Ace waved Wolffe off. “What’s with the fascination of knowing what I look like anyway?” He inclined his head slightly. 

Wolffe grunted in response, the smirk fading a little from his face. He shrugged nonchalantly, trying to act casual. “It’s just… curiosity, I suppose.” Curiosity was an understatement. He leaned even closer towards Ace, his voice lowering slightly. “And what’s wrong with me wanting to know what you look like?” This was at most, civil conversation in many months of knowing each other, Ace mused to himself. “Odd thing to want to know. We all look the same don’t we?” He knew how to play being a clone well, Fox made sure of that but he pushed that thought away. 

Wolffe sighed. He knew that they looked the same. They were all clones, they were the same in every way but one. “Yeah, but-” He paused, biting his lower lip. Why was he so karking stubborn? “I just want to know you.” Ace gawked slightly at Wolffe. He was somehow extremely expressive despite constantly wearing a helmet. “Me? You want to know me?” Wolffe nodded, moving closer to Ace. He could feel the heat from Ace’s body, even through their armor. He wanted to know if it was the same with his clothes off… “Yes, you. I want to know you.” He repeated. The words sounded like a damn confession, and Wolffe wasn’t sure why he was being so honest. Maybe it was the kriffing elevator. 

Ace laughed awkwardly “Maybe one day.” He gently poked Wolffe in the chest with the end of his pen. Wolffe’s heart skipped a beat the moment the pen touched his chest. That karking pen had no business in making him feel like this. He huffed, trying to hide the way his heartbeat seemed to race. He grabbed onto the pen and snatched it out of Ace’s hand, holding it close. “One day?” He repeated with a skeptical tone. “Why not now?” Ace hesitated “because.. Well I hate to say it, I don’t entirely trust you yet.” He reached to take his pen back. When the elevator shuddered and groaned before it was finally moving. Wolffe couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Typical like always. Ace didn’t trust him yet. And he couldn’t be blamed for that. He looked up as the elevator started to move smoothly, the shuddering stopping. A wave of relief washed over him. They were finally moving. “You don’t have to trust me right now. But I’ll change your mind about it. I promise.” Wolffe handed the pen back to Ace, their fingers brushing against each other for a moment. He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the heat that rushed his face. 

“I’ll hold you to that promise commander.” Ace tucked his pen and datapad away when the elevator stopped and the doors opened up to the street, Canvas and feedback on the other side. He nodded to them before he glanced over to Wolffe. “I’ll see you around Wolffe.” He waved before he stepped off, patted Canvas’s shoulder before he went right. Wolffe watched as Ace stepped off the elevator with a wave. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment, knowing that their conversation was over. He huffed, trying to hide the way the word ‘promise’ affected him like a damn blaster shot. But, he nodded at Ace. “See you around, Ace.” He muttered gruffly, he clenched his fit at his side briefly to hide the trembling. It didn’t take long for Ace to disappear into the bustling crowd. Wolffe couldn’t help but stare for a moment longer, his eyes following the path long after Ace had disappeared. He rubbed his head, as if that would somehow clear away the thoughts that refused to leave his mind. The karking corrie was infuriating. Infuriatingly attractive. Wolffe shook his head and started to walk away after nodding slightly at canvas and feedback. He had reports to finish, damn it.  

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Pairings: Ace (oc) x Wolffe

Entry to @clonexocweek 02.11.25: Quality Time |

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Short summary: paperwork seemed to somewhat go by faster. Even if they could've spent their time together differently. but Ace was content with this.

Rating: G / SFW

Words: 1,753

Warnings: none, at most there might be cursing and mild flirting. Mention of other characters but they aren't part of the plot as much.

The silence of the office seems to draw out despite it being remotely comfortable. The constant tapping or the occasional rustling of flimsi as Wolffe and Ace worked through the stack of paperwork and datawork Ace had. Wolffe was content with having Ace’s legs in his lap, their chairs pulled closed together. He idly would rub his thumb against Ace’s thigh every now and then. After a while, Ace rubbed his eyes. He was getting tired from looking at the datapad in his hands for the last couple of hours. Although the comforting presence of each other was making it hard to stay awake for a couple more hours to get at least a large chunk of the datawork and reports finished before too much later, even if the chrono read 1:05 AM.

After a while Ace set his datapad down, balancing it on his thigh as he stretched with a groan. He finished stretching, leaned forward to pick his mug and paused, the cup half raised to his lips. His brows furrowed as he started a little dumbfounded. “When did I get tea?” He didn’t think he had been so focused and doing this for so long that he forgot he had tea and not caf. Wolffe had to bite back the slight grin at Ace’s confusion over having tea instead of caf. It was hardly a surprise to him since Ace drank more caf than anything else, it was hard not to tease the other about it. “I got it for you,ten minutes ago” Wolffe mused,still staring at his own datapad working on reading through one of the many reports they had been working through. His free hand still rubbing up and down Ace’s thigh, now with a little more pressure.

Well… Ace mulled it over before he shrugged. He took a sip from his cup,gave it a look of consideration. Whatever it was, it was good tea and probably not caffeinated. “Thanks, made it with love I hope?” He teased, he pulled his left leg out of Wolffe’s lap. He gently tilted Wolffe’s face towards him, he leaned forward enough to peck him on the lips “and creamer.” He nipped Wolffe's lower lip, then he pulled away and put his left leg back into Wolffe’s lap, hooking his ankle with his right. Wolffe couldn’t stop the grin from forming on his face because of the teasing and the nip to his lower lip. He was tempted to pull Ace down and have the other sit in his lap. He almost did but caught himself, instead he gently flicked Ace’s knee, “Yes, made with copious amounts of love,” his words dripping with sarcasm. While the words seemed teasing, there was no doubt that his love was genuine. “Good cup then” Ace hummed out, he didn’t react to the flick on the back of his knee. “A little higher dear. You seemed to have forgotten that my prosthetics start from the knee down” He took another swig of his tea before he set his mug down on the desk.

“Didn’t really forget, just testing you.” Wolffe shifted his hand higher up Ace’s thigh. He lightly squeezed the upper part. “I could go even higher.” His pinky teasing the inside of Ace’s thigh. “Hey now, we’re on base and in my office. Let’s not get that frisky.” Ace laughed, his eyes glinting with fond amusement. “That’s never stopped us before” Wolffe quipped back, hand still squeezing the other’s thigh. “Remember that time that we-” He cut himself off when the door to the office slid open suddenly, Thorn in the doorway. “Hey Thorn” Ace shot Wolffe a brief “warned ya” look before he met thorn’s gaze. Wolffe rolled his eyes at Ace. He glanced at Thorn, “What do you need Thorn?” Wolffe groused as he slowly moved his hand away from Ace’s thigh when Thorn stepped further into the office. Ace sat up straighter. He gathered up a small stack of flimsi and two datapads “picking these up for Fox, I assume?” Thorn accepted the stack from Ace with a brief nod.

“Yeah, something like that” His helmet tilted down toward Wolffe and then towards Ace for a moment. He knew the two were in a relationship, all commanders and the other troopers in the Coruscant Guard knew. Just because Ace was one of them despite being anything but a clone, it didn’t mean teasing didn’t happen. It definitely didn’t stop Thorn from teasing a little. A smirk quirked at the corner of his mouth under his helmet. “Did I interrupt something?” Ace snorted softly “Yeah stopped Wolffe from being a dweeb.” He grinned playfully, as he handed the stack to Thorn. Wolffe rolled his eyes as he leaned back in his chair, arms crossing over his chest. “Am not a dweeb,” Wolffe grumbled, watching Ace and Thorn closely. Thorn let out a mock gasp. “I never thought I would ever hear Ace call you a dweeb, Commander Wolffe. The world must be coming to an end.” His voice had a teasing tilt to it.

“Alright a horn dog then” Wolffe had attempted to protest, he was caught off guard when Ace removed his legs from lap. Ace got up from his chair, having forgotten that he had a datapad balancing on his thigh. It fell onto his boots with a dull thud although he paid it no mind. “That’s unfortunately not all of that stack” he gestured to the stack in Thorn’s hands. Thorn let out a laugh at the banter he watched, his gaze flickering between the couple in front of him. Before it landed on another stack in Ace’s hands. “Oh, you’re not finished yet?” He smirked, raising an eyebrow at the sight of it. The poor commander was going to have fun.

“Oh no this is stuff I finished but Fox needs to go over” Ace set the stack on the desk before grabbing another stack off the floor. He added it to the stack on the desk and Thorn’s hands. “Send Fox my condolences for this horrible stack of misery.” Thorn’s eyebrows almost rose to his hairline, his stance faltering a little at the thickness of the stack that Ace added to the one in his hands. He sighed and gave a nod, as he gripped the stack, a little tighter. “He’s going to kill us both. You know that, right?” Ace laughed cheerfully “Oh he’ll kill you. I’m his favorite and like a son to him. At most I'll have my ass chewed or grounded.” He patted Thorn’s shoulder before he sat back down and placed his legs back in Wolffe’s lap. “Have fun.” He grinned.

Thorn rolled his eyes under his helmet, knowing that Ace was telling the truth about being Fox’s favorite and practically like a son to him. It was a known fact amongst the coruscant guard. Then he glanced towards Wolffe, at the sight of Ace’s legs being placed back into the Commander’s lap. Thorn was definitely going to tell Fox about that when he delivered the stack to him. “You two need a room,” Thorn commented before disappearing out of the office. “We have a room, dumbass!” Ace called out after Thorn. “Well technically a whole ass apartment because I can afford it.” He muttered as he picked up the datapad he accidentally knocked into the floor, at least it was still okay. He sighed as he picked up his pen up off the floor too and begrudgingly got back to work.

Wolffe chuckled at Ace's retort. He was well aware of the apartment, and it was very nice for a lower level apartment complex. He and Ace had spent many nights together there without anyone bothering them. He snapped out his thoughts at the other’s soft sigh. His eyes followed Ace’s movements. “Thorn can be a bit of an idiot,” Wolffe huffed, he leaned back in the chair. He went back to rubbing Ace’s thigh. “More like living up to his name.” Ace sounded a bit miffed with underlining amusement. Wolffe chuckled at that, Thorn could be a bit of pain, the name Thorn fit him well. Ace went back to idly reading through reports, writing or signing things before finishing up with it. But as another hour ticked by, words were definitely starting to blur into one mass. Wolffe had started where he left off with his own work. He started to notice that the other was having a harder time going through the work. “Getting a bit tired there?” Wolffe inquired, taking note how Ace was struggling with the words on the datapad.

Ace tossed his pen and the datapad onto the desk before rubbing his face. “Yes” He muttered from behind his hands. Wolffe smirked at that, knowing that they probably should have slowed down on the reports and datawork a while ago. He gently patted Ace’s thigh. “C’mon, get into my lap,” he hummed out, he sent his datapad on the desk. He patted Ace's hip, his voice quiet, yet a little commanding and surprisingly gentle. “No funny business?” Ace grumbled out. He pulled his legs from Wolffe’s lap before settling into the other’s lap tiredly. Their armor clanking against each other.

“No funny business, I promise,” Wolffe chuckled, he easily settled his hands on Ace’s hips as the other man settled in his lap. He let his hands rub circles against the red and white plastoid at Ace’s waist. He leaned further back into the chair to get more comfortable with the other tucked against him. “Just rest for a bit.” Ace grunted softly, as he rested his head onto Wolffe’s shoulder. His eyelids drooped closed. Wolffe smiled softly as he watched Ace settle down. He gently cupped the back of the other’s head, before lightly running his fingers through Ace’s curly auburn hair. “I got you meshurok, I’ll keep you safe.” Wolffe murmured quietly. He kept one hand resting on the back of Ace’s head and the other on his hip.

Wolffe smiled as Ace fell asleep. He shifted slightly holding the other as possibly closer as he rested. He let his own eyes shut, enjoying the quiet and feeling of the other in his lap. He wouldn’t mind if they stayed like this all night just to get all this work done, maybe regret it later but still. It wouldn’t be the first time Wolffe had fallen asleep in the office with Ace in his lap.

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Author notes: I'm sorry that day six is late. It honestly is going to be way longer than I had planned so once it's finished if anyone is interested the finished work will be on my AO3, I'll drop the link once it is finished. I'm just really tired so it might be a bit sorry 😔

Pairings: Ace (oc) x Wolffe

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Entry to @clonexocweek 02.15.25: what if...

Short summary: It was supposed to be an easy get intel mission. But why the kriff is one of the dancers so damn pretty?

Rating: M/NSFW (just to play it safe)

Words: currently 1015

Warnings: sexual themes and possible violence mentions of black market trades.

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The Thraen government was pissed with the Senate on Coruscant. Their very people were going missing and being sold as if they were exotic pets. With enough pressure though, it was enough to make the Senate break down and allow them to properly search for missing persons, ages too wide and genders far. At least a legion was given as aid. Once establishments were found... It would no longer be in the Senate's hands, a vow the Thraen senator jaka Velt had promised.

Wolffe, having some basic knowledge of the situation, had been sent down to look for some sort of establishment, why the Coruscant guard couldn't do it, he didn't know. But he had been given at least some intel about a place that might have ties to Thraen black market trades. The lower the levels he went, the grimier and busier the streets seemed to be. Like kinds of people occupied themselves with their day to day routes. Some nicer dressed then others and many look as if they were dressed for a night out, undisturbed by the flash of neon signs and ads, the streets themselves were bathed in light of the flash neon signs and adds, people so used to the overload of information that had Wolffe glancing around. The market booths were less appealing to look at, let alone investigate, save for maybe a few that had people milling about. It felt like hours weaving in and out of the crowds of people before Wolffe finally stood outside of the until given establishment... he looked up at the bright red neon sign, Scarlet Shadows, written in cursive. It was a karking strip club, he realized as his eyes landed on flash signs of not just women silhouettes but male as well.

Wolffe gritted his teeth, he supposed he should count himself lucky that they had given him a change of clothes so he could blend in. He reluctantly entered the club, it was much nicer on the inside. Low red and almost purple lights lit up the club, red and white velvety curtains lining walls and booths small stages, he noted with bars around them like a cage. Whether it was for show or protection for customers or the dancers he wasn't entirely sure. The music itself was loud, warm and definitely sensational, with dancers of all kinds swaying to it, patrons scattered around or clustered in booths watching hungrily. He quickly glanced away from the lewd displays. Wolffe couldn't help but glance at a few of the dancers, some were human others not, but it was obvious that it didn't matter the gender of the dancers, all were extremely attractive, some with high cheekbones or strong jaws, but there seemed to be a theme with either hair color or skin tone. Eventually His gaze landed on a larger circular stage. Wolffe wasn't entirely sure what he had been expecting, the dancer, he had to admit was kriffing gorgeous.

The club was so tucked away in the lowered levels so it was rare to see any newcomer. Ace thought it would be a normal night, the usual dancers and regulars until an unfamiliar man nervously slid into the entrance. Most ignored him, and Ace tried to as well but found himself glancing at him every chance he got. He gripped the pole tightly as he combined a few dance moves to create a good show for the patrons. On twist, he ended making eye contact with the newcomer. He was somewhat surprised by the new patron's rich brown eyes, and looked away quickly. But it didn't mean Ace still didn't occasionally sneak small curious glances at the ridiculously attractive fella, those soulful brown eyes trained on him in awe. He quickly pushed down any sort of attraction because damn it, the guy was a customer! Ace mentally reminded himself.

Wolffe had tried to distract himself from the dancers, the whole place made him uncomfortable and just being there was making his stomach churn. But as he watched a different dancer sway and grind the pole on yet another stage, he couldn’t stop his gaze once again falling on the same beautiful dancer from before. The way his body moved, the way he seemed to grip onto the pole, almost hugging it. Despite his best efforts and even as he looked away as soon as he made eye contact with Wolffe, he found himself unable to really look away and stop watching the dancer on the main stage. The beautiful Thraen male ws captivating him.

Ace danced for two more songs before he was swapping places with another dancer. While a soft yellow twi’lek took the main stage, Ace took his place on the small table stage the twi’lek dancer had been on. He gave wolffe a sly glance from the stage. Wolffe was almost starting to wonder if the dancer had noticed how he watched him while he performed. Wolffe had to remind himself that was ridiculous, he was probably the first first new customer that night. But the sly glance Ace had given him from the smaller stage made him bite back a small gasp. Could the beautiful male actually be teasing him? That thought was impossible.

His curiosity was definitely peak. Ace grinned slightly to himself, while he knew he had other eyes on him, he was sorely tempted to tease the clone. So that’s what he did whilst making sure to give the other patrons a good show. Wolffe was still trying to figure out if the dancer was actually teasing him, he couldn’t be… could he? Wolffe felt his breath catch in his throat as Ace seemed to be dancing entirely for him, despite the fact that others were watching too. He felt his face warm, hoping the low lighting of the club would make it less obvious. Wolffe desperately tried to stop himself from wanting to watch Ace, the way he moved against the pole, how he twisted around and bent over. It had to be illegal to move like that.

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ClonexOCweek2025 Masterlist

(Updated Note: I was super tired when I made this. This is a master list for @clonexocweek 's clonexocweek event, which was super fun.)

Started: 2/10/25

Last updated: 2/16/25

Total Works: 7

First Theme:

Wolffe x (OC) Ace

Introduction/First meeting

Second Theme:

Wolffe x(OC) Ace

Quality time

Third Theme:

Wolffe x (OC) Ace

Conflict

Fourth Theme:

Wolffe x (OC) Ace

Intimacy

Fifth Theme:

Wolffe x (OC) Ace

Future

Sixth Theme:

Wolffe x (OC) Ace

What if...

Seventh Theme:

Wolffe x (OC) Ace

FREE SPACE/ Catch Up Day

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Notes: this is a paragraph of a main project for one shot collection called Blooming Flowers O' Spring Divine.

Main fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60198205/chapters/153615700

The chapter itself:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60198205

Pairings: Ace (oc) x Wolffe

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Entry to @clonexocweek 2.14.25: future

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Short summary: it's been a year since they've started dating.. and well Ace has some news to share. Let's just hope nothing bad happens.

Rating: G / SFW

Words: 350 or so

Warnings: none

Ace’s apartment was remotely more quiet than anywhere else on Coruscant. And that's where Wolffe found himself, Ace’s slightly taller but lean frame pressed against his own, as they lay tangled up with one another. Normally during planet side leave on Coruscant, Wolffe would've been possibly dragged out to 79s by sinker and boost or spend it anywhere else. But that all changed last year. After a mission, where he learned about who Ace was under the created identity that used to piss him off. Ace was fierce and oh so beautiful in his eyes, he absolutely loved and adored them. In fact Wolffe liked having Ace this close again, especially after being away for so long. There was something comfortable about lying on his back for Ace, while being intimately tangled up with the other. Wolffe was settled on top of him, his face tucked against his chest. The grey sweater Ace wore slid off his left shoulder, bare thighs somewhat pressed against Wolffe’s sides. His eyes half-lidded, hands pressed against Wolffe’s bareback. “Mhm.. Hey I have something to talk to you about..” He rubbed out a small knot of tension at the base of Wolffe’s neck with his fingertips.

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Notes: I'll admit I was tired when I wrote this so my apologies for the quality of it. It's awfully late where I live so yea :/ my bad.

Pairings: Ace (oc) x Wolffe

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Entry to @clonexocweek 02.13.25: Intimacy| 🌸

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Short summary: Ace was used to having const nightmares some worse than others. Some blurring the lines of reality and hazy twists of dreams. He always feels a little guilty when he wakes Wolffe up but it seems like he never seems to mind since he always picks up the pieces and listens to him ramble. What would he do without Wolffe at his side? Probably nothing good.

Rating: G / SFW

Words: 2,302

Warnings: mention of past murder not that the characters did it mind you.

It wasn't too often that Ace couldn't sleep. Too disturbed by nightmares or dreams of her. He dreamt more about his adopted mother's death than he had nightmares or visions… Either way was hellish in his opinion. He shifted slightly, the cold balcony long since started seeping the Coruscant chill into his bones, he probably should’ve bundled up. Ace had been out here for he could guess an hour or so, just listening to the night life with disinterest. Trying to ignore hazy memories of his dream blurring lines of the reality of his actual memories of the incident.

The balcony door eventually slid open, Wolffe stepping out. He didn't sleep as well unless he had Ace next to him. He went and settled down next to Ace, tugging the other closely. "It's 2:30...." Wolffe rasped out groggily, he decided Ace wasn't close enough and pulled him into his lap. "Darling, won't you tell me what's going on in that head of yours?" He inquired, his tone soft. Ace’s brows furrowed, his frown deepening. He would rather not talk about his dream… but he trusted Wolffe with almost everything. “Just a dream.. Of her.. My mum.. I don’t mean to blame myself for her death.. I just can’t help…” He trailed off, how he could have prevented a murder any way? He tilted his head back, resting it on Wolffe’s shoulder, pressing the other’s firm chest further against his back.

Wolffe’s arms wrapped around Ace snugly, his expression softened. He took the time to look over his meshurok carefully. He took note of Ace’s tension and the way his body was curled in, as if he could protect himself from what was going on in his mind by doing so. Wolffe’s grip on him tightened and he pressed a kiss to the top of Ace’s head, one hand moving to rest on his leg. “Hey… It’s okay, it’s okay.. You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” He soothed, voice still soft. Ace sighed softly through his nose. He was admittedly relieved. He still wasn’t ready to talk about her, and how large of a part she played in his life. He knew deep down he wasn’t quite ready for that.

Wolffe’s hand gently ran over Ace’s thigh in a comforting manner, a silent gesture to show support. He knew that sometimes words didn’t matter, and he was simply there for him in the moment would be enough. They sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments before he spoke again. “You know.. You don’t have to tell me what happened in your dream if you don’t want to. I’m here for you, love. I always will be.” He murmured, his voice steady, a contrast to the whirlwind of thoughts he knew were probably racing through Ace’s head. “Okay…” Ace breathed out, he wasn’t obliged to Wolffe an explanation. He relaxed further against Wolffe. “You’re warm..” he uttered out as he snuggled closer.

Wolffe smiled faintly, his heart squeezing from the way Ace was snuggling back into him. He pulled him even closer, before running a hand through his soft auburn hair. “Mm, and you’re comfy,” he mused as he moved his hand from the other’s hair. He rested his chin atop Ace’s head. The commander took a moment to just relish the feeling of his gem in his arms, the way his weight settled against him. “You know I love you, right?” his voice was a quiet rumble. “I do..” A small smile tugged at the corners of Ace’s mouth. “I love you too..” he hummed out. He always meant it, every time he said it. Even if he said it often. Wolffe gently tugged on a few curls around Ace’s shoulders, an almost absent-minded gesture. He was content with just holding him close. He let out a soft sigh. “Good.. That’s good..” It was quiet for a moment before he broke the silence again, his voice still low and soothing. “I know it’s already late to be sleeping, but why don’t we head back to bed, love? It’s gotten colder, and I’m sure you’d be more comfortable than sitting out here on the balcony.”

It was pretty chilly out on the balcony. Definitely warmer inside the apartment than outside, Ace silently noted to himself. He nodded his head before he went to get up and out of Wolffe’s lap. Wolffe didn’t let him get far, he stood up, his grip on Ace was still present. It didn’t take too much effort for him to scoop Ace up into his arms, a soft scoff leaving him. “Nah, don’t get up. I can just carry you. You’re light as is.” He teased, a smirk forming on his face. Ace did make a brief noise of surprise gripping wolffe shirt tightly for a second. “Am I really? Or are you just that buff?” He snorted softly as he relaxed, he wrapped his arm around Wolffe’s neck. “I gotta have some weight with my prosthetics on, plus height.” He tilted his head slightly, amusement glinting in his grey eyes. “I have like two inches on you and I’ll forever hold it over your head.”

Wolffe rolled his eyes, he managed to open the balcony door before carrying Ace into their apartment. When Ace mentioned his prosthetics and his two inch height advantage, Wolffe let out a small snort. “Please. Two inches ain’t nothing.” He retorted, his voice teasing. He continued to the bedroom pausing only long enough to remove his shoes before he heard towards the bed. “And I’m a soldier, of course I’m buff, meshurok.” Ace took his legs prosthetics off before setting down next to the bed and did the same with his right arm. “Of course how could I forget such a prominent detail.” He chuckled, he scooted back and settled easily into their shared bed. The long since faded warmth, now replaced with cool sheets made him shiver slightly.

Wolffe chuckled and followed suit, settling into bed next to Ace. He drew the covers over them, his fingers now tracing patterns gently over Ace’s bare thigh for a second before pulling away. His gaze was fixed on him, concern and affection reflecting in his eyes. “Mhm.” He mumbled softly, shifting until he was settled on his side, one arm slinging around Ace to pull him close. “Cmon gem. Get comfortable.

Ace tucked himself against Wolffe, his head tucked under the other’s chin. He closed his eyes trying to relax. But as he laid there, he still felt restless. It wasn’t just thoughts of the dream anymore, the longer the silence went on. His mind wandering, guilt and self doubt creeping in, like cold wet weather seeping through poorly insulated walls. “I can’t..” He whispered out eventually. Wolffe had noticed Ace’s restlessness immediately due to the constant shifting when he tried falling asleep himself. He could understand his beloved’s difficulties with sleep. He shifted again, his hand finding its way back to Ace’s thigh. His hand resumed the pattern traced on his thigh, only this time his touch was firmer and more intentional. “Can’t sleep?” Wolffe inquired, more or less finishing Ace’s statement, His tone gentle and calm. He had a vague idea of what was on his meshurok’s mind, but he wanted to hear the other vocalise it.

Ace nodded his head faintly as if to confirm. He inhaled softly to try and call his thoughts.. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m the reason why Azira left without a word..” He murmured, but they still seemed jumbled and sort of anxious. It was a constant doubt he dealt with since Spades' passing. It hadn’t just affected him but his sister Azira as well. It’s been a couple of months by now��� but the wonder if he had done something wrong that caused her to leave, or was losing Spades finally the last straw and she couldn’t stand being around any longer? He swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to soothe his thoughts, find a reason so it would make sense. “She abandoned me knowingly.. Didn’t she?” He choked out, admitting the one of the main truths didn’t feel all that great.

Wolffe listened, his hand paused in its motions on Ace’s thigh, his expression serious. He could see the pain written on the other’s face, and he couldn’t help but feel a pang in his heart. “Ace, listen to me.” He said firmly, his voice low, a mix of firmness with a soothing quality. “It’s not your fault.” Wolffe reassured, his thumb racing along the skin of Ace's thigh and hip again in a calming motion. “What if it is?” Ace squirmed away, it wasn’t easy to do it since he had taken his prosthetics off for the rest of the night. He sat up, his left arm keeping him stabilized, the covers pooled thickly at his waist. Wolffe sat up with him, the blankets falling into his lap as well. “It’s not.” he persisted, his eyes narrowed, but not in anger, rather concern. He scooted closer to Ace, his hand once more gripping his thigh as if to stop him from squirming away further.

He took a moment to find the right words to say. “If anyone is to blame for Azira leaving, it’s herself. Not you. You didn’t drive her away.” Wolffe murmured, his voice still low and firm, but soothing all the same. It needed to be, if he was to keep Ace ground and not spiral.

Ace whined lowly in his throat, he didn’t entirely believe that because he couldn’t make himself blame Azira for it. But the way Wolffe said it, made him want to believe it, to accept it. Wolffe, hearing Ace’s subtle whine, shifted so he was fully facing Ace, and gently pulled him to him. He drew Ace in his lap, his arms wrapping around him again, this time almost protectively. His hand resumed the soothing patterns on Ace’s hip and thigh. “Meshurok.. Gem.. listen to me.” Wolffe repeated, his soft but firm, he gently titled Ace’s head to look at him. “I mean it when i say, what your sister did - leaving- that’s on her. Not you. You didn’t do anything to deserve that.”

“It feels so wrong to accept that.” Ace whispered. Did he idolize his own sister? Is that why it was so hard to accept that maybe she was in the wrong? He mentally shook himself of those thoughts. Azira had always been distant in some way, maybe it just was that inevitable. Wolffe’s grip on him tightened slightly, his fingers flexing against his skin. He sighed softly, letting that linger for a moment. “I know.” He muttered slowly, his gaze never leaving Ace. “I know it does. But it’s the truth.” He paused for a few seconds before continuing. Wolffe shifted his hand from Ace’s thigh to his hip again, giving it a light squeeze this time. “You’ve put your sister on a pedestal, you always have, love…” He noted softly.

Why was it when Wolffe confirmed it, making it all too real? In fact Ace couldn’t help but break at the confirmation. His self doubt, anxious thoughts and worries, seemed to ease just a little. “What am I supposed to do about the heavy feeling in my chest?” he finally tucked himself against Wolffe. Wolffe held tightly when Ace tucked himself under his chin despite the small height difference. He adjusted his hold so his arm was wrapped around his waist while the other hand moved to cradle the back of Ace’s head. The hand on Ace’s lower back rubbed comforting circles into the small of his back. “You let yourself feel it, love.” His own heart was heavy with seeing the other struggle. “You just let me help you carry that weight.”

Ace pressed himself further against Wolffe “Like those times when my nightmares get rough?” he whispered out, Wolffe was there for him if and when he honestly felt like he was hanging by a thread. Wolffe was his rock, and that was the many things that mattered. Wolffe let out soft breath, he nuzzled the top of Ace’s head. He could still recall the countless times, during the nights, he’d wake up to Ace being stuck in the throes of a violent nightmare. “Yeah.” He hummed out, his voice barely above a whisper, “Just like those nights. You let me help then and you let me now too, freckles.” He reassured gently, using the more teasing pet name this time.

“Okay..” Ace breathed out. He finally melted against wolffe, all the tension leaving him. His exhaustion seemed to settle down on his shoulders now that he was calm and it had time to catch up.

Wolffe guided them into laying down before pulling the covers back over them. Now that Ace had settled against him, he tucked the blankets closer the way Ace liked it. His grip on him never loosing. He could feel the weight of the other’s exhaustion, so he just held him close, his hand resuming the soothing ministrations against his back. “That’s it. Get comfortable.” Wolffe mumbled, the arm wrapped around him pulled Ace even closer, or as possibly closer. “Just relax and get some rest, cyar’ika..” He hummed out. A good few minutes passed and Ace was dozing off. His breathing evening out the further he relaxed. Wolffe settled into a comfortable position, still embracing Ace close to him. He felt a sense of relief wash over him as he looked down at him, watching as his eyes slowly closed, his breathing evening out. Wolffe let out a slow breath, the tension leaving him too. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Ace’s head, murmuring softly to himself, “Good night, mesh’la.”

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Author notes: Thank you @clonexocweek for creating this awesome event where we got to show off all our unique characters and stories! I had a lot of fun and a great time even if I got burned out in the end. Anyway here is a WIP I had for the third theme but I wasn't happy with it so I never finished it.

Pairings: Ace (oc) x Wolffe

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Entry to @clonexocweek 02.16.25: free space/catch-up day

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Summary: Wolffe knows better but does he always have to share Ace?

Rating: G /SFW

Words: 407

Warnings: none really

The silence of the office would have been drawn out if it weren't for the constant taping or the occasional rustling of flimsi and Ace's occasional comments as Fox worked. It was grounding enough to ignore the pitch between his brows and the throbbing in his temples as a migraine built up, but the most grounding thing was Ace's presence to his left, leaning against the desk, halfway sitting on the edge of it. Ace's comforting presence was making it hard to want to stay on task for a couple more hours to get at least a large chunk of the datawork and reports finished. Fox’s peaceful silence was unfortunately disrupted like a Seccers siren wails cutting through a sort of quiet night on coruscant, he looked up with a scowl although he wasn’t expecting to be met with a scowl on a familiar face of Wolffe.

Wolffe was anything but pleased, his gaze dark. While he understood that Ace and Fox's relationship was purely platonic, right..? And Ace was technically his still. Yet he still found himself to be a little envious, board-lining on jealousy of how comfortable and open Ace was with Fox, and not with him. “Wolffe..” Fox greeted tiredly as he eyed the 104th commander tensed posture.  Wolffe’s gaze wasn’t entirely on him but on Ace, who still leaned against the desk casually, whilst looking over his shoulder. “What's Ace doing with you?” Wolffe seemed to growl out his displeasure of seeing Ace leaning so karking close to Fox.

Ace always knew how hostile Wolffe could be if his patience was pushed but this was definitely… different. “Datawork.. That’s what I’m doing here.” He raised an eyebrow and gestured to the datapad in his hand. Wolffe’s gaze softened a bit for a moment before he gave a dry scoff, his gaze returning to Ace, “Datwork,” he spoke in a mocking tone with an eyebrow raised. “Yeah, datawork. Of course he’s got to dump it on you doesn’t he?” he looked back over to Fox with  a slight frown. Fox rolled his eyes at Wolffe’s comment before looking up at Wolffe, his lips pressed into a thin line and his eyes narrowed. “I’m not dumping anything on him,” he retorted gruffly. “He offered to help.” Ace nodded his head in agreement, “I did offer.” His brows furrowed, a small frown tugged at the corner of his mouth. 

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Note: I rewrote this so many times. And if it's not heavily angsty it's because Ace kept stabbing me with a pencil every time I tried ):/ he's pesky about miscommunication, it's just not who he is apparently /j 🙄

Pairings: Ace (oc) x Wolffe

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Short summary: Wolffe was worried sick about Ace. Why couldn't Ace have some self-preservation for once?

Rating: G / SFW

Words: 2068

Warnings: mention of near death and injury but not heavily mentioned.

It had been a week since everything went to hell. Wolffe clutched Ace's hand tightly, the steady sound of the heart monitor and Ace's breathing solidified him to the reality that Ace was alive. Injured but alive, despite having yet to wake up. Ace's prosthetic legs and right arm were set to the side of the medical bed, at least they were from old accidents, Wolffe reasoned with himself as he tried to ignore the fresh bandages on newer wounds.

The most recent mission was supposed to be an easy in and out. Clear the base of any hostiles, rescue the hostages then get out. At least that's what was the plan before everything went to hell. The building had come down while Ace had gone in to get someone who had been lagging behind. The person made it out but Ace didn't. Wolffe couldn't leave him just like that... he just couldn't, even if he knew the risks. In fact he might as well have risked everyone's safety just for Ace. Wolffe was enraged and hurt at Ace's lack of self-preservation, enraged at what was supposed to be a smooth mission went to hell as quickly as it did.

Wolffe rubbed his thumb against the back of Ace's hand, tracing freckles that stood out on ivory skin. His chest felt tight, his heart heavy. Could he have done something? Anything that could've changed the outcome? Maybe he could've stopped Ace, but he knew that probably wouldn't happen. Ace was stubborn like he was... Or he could've gone in instead of Ace, Wolffe reasoned. He swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to chase away the guilt as it sunk its claws in his heart. It hung heavier every time Wolffe's eyes caught sight of the bandages that cover Ace's injuries. It was his fault that he didn't act quickly enough to somehow prevent this.

When Ace finally stirred awake a day later. He was reasonably groggy and out of it, feeling like he was drifting through syrup. A sharp burning pain shot up his back and ribs, making his silently wince. He hardly noticed the hand in his own, as he attempted to sit up. He laid back down. He didn’t even have the slightest clue of where he was til he was looking around. Ace scowled slightly, his mouth felt dry and didn’t taste all that great. After a minute or two he woke up a bit more, still a little groggy but awake all the same. Ace tried to sit up again, too stubborn to want to stay laying down.

“Ace…?” Wolffe’s voice was soft and gentle as he realized that his boyfriend was stirring. He straightened up, his thumb rubbing against the back of Ace’s hand. A wave relief washed over him, his chest felt less heavy. He leaned close, reaching out to lightly rest his other hand on Ace’s shoulder. Wolffe lightly pushed down trying to prevent him from sitting up. “Stay still,” he murmured as he pulled his hand from Ace’s to use both hands to guide the other down, “You’re way too injured to be moving like that.” Ace grunted his displeasure, “so I’ve noticed..” He rasped out, letting the other lightly push him to lay down. He definitely had noticed that he was injured, the pain meds could only do so much to numb the ache in his ribs and throbbing of his back. “Don’t you dare move too much,” Wolffe warned. He shifted closer, careful to avoid touching any obvious injuries. His gaze lingered on the numerous bandages that were visible. His heart clenched, reminded once more of just how close he had come to losing Ace. Wolffe sighed. “You’re an idiot.”

Ace grunted softly, that was hardly a revelation he silently groused to himself. He decided to not comment on it though, he knew better than to do so anyway. Wolffe leaned back against the chair he sat in, running a hand through his hair in frustration. His gaze flicked over Ace, taking in the injuries wrapped in fresh bandages. He knew it could have been worse, it was only through a mix of Ace’s stubbornness and luck that he was still alive. “You should have been more careful,” he lightly scolded, trying to keep his tone neutral despite the mix of anger and worry that he was feeling.

Ace nodded his head vaguely. He felt like he had been careful when going in. The building collapsing was and had been unpredictable, how was he supposed to know that the building would come down on him? “I was being careful..” He groused, it might as well be a halfhearted defense. “Clearly not careful enough.” Wolffe gripped the armrest tightly. His tone sharp as he spoke, anger and frustration building in his chest. “You could have been killed.” He bit out. Despite his efforts to hide it, the worry and fear for his boyfriend came through in his voice. He couldn’t even imagine the idea of losing him. Unhelpfully and crankily Ace couldn’t help his snark. “I’m alive aren’t I?” He scowled, he had a feeling that would be another one of those arguments they’ve had in the past about his lack of self-preservation… well maybe.. “How was I supposed to know that the building was going to come down like that?” He crossed his left arm over his chest, gripping his right bicep.

“You shouldn’t have gone in by yourself.” Wolffe shot back. His jaw clenched, his words slightly growled. “You know better than to take unnecessary risks like that.” Wolffe leaned forward, his gaze focused on Ace’s face. “I could have gone instead. I should’ve gone in instead.” His eyes flicked back down at the bandages again. “How is making sure everyone gets out, is taking an unnecessary risk?” Ace bristled, a low guttural growl leaving him. “You think being injured or dead is any better?” He wasn’t enthusiastic at the thought of Wolffe taking his place instead. “I’m a Commander. I’ve been trained for situations like this.” Wolffe argued. His gaze flicked back towards Ace’s face. “You shouldn’t risk yourself for others, especially if you could get hurt.” His grip on the armrest tightened. Wolffe was determined to try and get Ace to understand where he was coming from. He understood Ace’s loyalty and selflessness, but this time it had nearly cost him his life.

“It’s not the first time I’ve gotten injured!” Ace hissed, he hadn’t been ashamed of his past injuries, especially his prosthetics. Except there were times where it felt like people doubted he could do anything because of them, perhaps it wasn’t complete acceptance. He pushed those feelings down. Wolffe sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair again, his frustration mounting. “I know you’ve been injured before,” he muttered, his voice quieter this time. “But this time we nearly lost you.” He reached out, carefully taking Ace’s hand, his grip loose but reassuring. “I’m not doubting your abilities, Ace. I just.. I can’t stand the thought of nearly losing you like that.” Wolffe’s gaze was intense.

“You could’ve lost me before you knew me, you could’ve lost me when you finally knew who I was.” Ace clicked his tongue, he gripped his bicep tightly and looked away. He noticed his busted prosthetics on the right side of his medical bed, the sight of them didn’t make him feel any better. Especially the lack of weight on his right side. He tightened his grip on his bicep. Wolffe’s expression darkened at Ace’s words. “That’s not the point,” his tone was sharp. He reached out gently, prying Ace’s hand away from his right bicep. He held it in his own, his thumb rubbing against the back of Ace’s hand. “I still care deeply about you.” Wolffe’s gaze flicked over to the broken prosthetics. He swallowed down the sudden surge of concern and guilt. “Your prosthetics…” He trailed off.

“They’re karked up, I noticed.” Ace muttered, he hated waiting. He knew he would have to wait until Canvas could repair them. Which meant he was stuck on base and in a Repulsorlift chair. Wolffe was silent for a moment, his grip on Ace’s hand subconsciously tightening. He knew Ace hated being forced to wait, and he was far from happy about it either. “The medics said they’ll do what they can,” he said finally. “But it’ll take time.” He hated saying it, but Wolffe knew it was the truth. The medics would do their best to repair the prosthetics, but it would take time. Ace would be stuck on base and in a repulsorlift for the time being. “I know” Ace snapped, he sighed and forced some of the tension in his shoulders to ease. “I know” he whispered out, he swallowed the lump in his throat, he couldn’t stand being idle and feeling like he was absolutely useless doing nothing but more datawork he rather not be doing.

Wolffe’s expression softened slightly at Ace’s sharp tone. He knew how frustrated and impatient his boyfriend was. “It’s temporary, Ace,” he murmured, his voice quiet but firm. “Once you’re healed up, you’ll be back to normal again.” he squeezed Ace’s hand a bit tighter, hoping to offer some reassurance. He could see the tension in his shoulder, the frustration in his expression. He wished there was something more he could do to help. Ace sighed tiredly, he squeezed Wolffe’s hand in return. “Sorry that I’m such a stubborn dumbass..” He muttered out after a while.

Wolffe’s expression softened, and he let out a small chuckle. “Yeah, you definitely are a stubborn dumbass,” he mused out, a hint of affection in his voice. “But that’s just one of the things I like about you.” He reached out, gently placing a hand on the side of Ace’s face. “And I can be just as stubborn as you, you know.” He smirked a little. Ace kissed Wolffe’s palm softly, leaning further into the touch. “I do..” he hummed out against the other’s palm, his gaze tired. “I hope you don’t blame yourself for my choice.” Wolffe’s expression flickered, a tinge of guilt in his gaze. “I can’t help but feel responsible,” he admitted, his voice quiet. He gently traced his thumb across Ace’s cheek, his touch still tender. “I know you’re stubborn and self-sacrificing and I should’ve known you’d something like that..” He trailed off, still feeling responsible for not doing anything to stop Ace.

“Even if you tried to stop me, I’d still do it somehow.” Ace took Wolffe’s hand off his cheek, just to kiss his knuckles. Wolffe let out a heavy sigh, knowing that Ace was right. He had a feeling that no matter what he did, Ace would have found a way to go in anyway. He let out a small huff of amusement when Ace’s lips brushed against his knuckles. “You’re too damn stubborn for your own good.” His tone was exasperated but fond. “Unhelpfully so” Ace mused, the corners of his mouth quirked into a slight smile.

Wolffe rolled his eyes affectionately at Ace’s comment. “Unhelpfully so indeed,” he teased, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He pulled his hand, so he could run his fingers through Ace’s hair, the touch light and tender. “I swear, you’re going to be the death of me one day.” He teased, only half joking. “I think I’d prefer it if I just made you grey prematurely.” Ace huffed, he leaned into the touch, his eyes half lidded. Wolffe snicker softly, his hand still running through Ace’s hair. “Oh, trust me, you’re already making me grey faster than normal” he joked. He studied Ace’s face, noting the half-lidded eyes and exhaustion. “You should try to get some rest” he murmured, gently stroking his thumb over Ace’s cheek.

Ace hummed softly, he reluctantly pulled away. He shifted so he was laying comfortably this time, he didn’t fight sleeping this time. Wolffe watched as Ace settled, a mix of relief and affection glinted in his gaze. He knew that Ace usually had a hard time resting. But he was glad that he wasn't fighting it this time. Wolffe sat back in the chair, still holding Ace’s hand. He listened as the other’s breathing slowly evened out, a sign that he was asleep. Wolffe let out a soft sigh, squeezing Ace’s hand gently.