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Summary: y/n discovers the consequences of crossing an evil businessman.
Prompt: “It’s alright, Cyar’ika, I’m here now.”
Warnings: death threat, anxiety, jump scare. Other than that there’s a bunch of fluff, Echo being a heartthrob, and Omega being the younger sister we all wish we had
Rating: General audience
Notes: This is a special gift for @eyes-of-the-rave! I hope you enjoy! This is set in early season 2 so it doesn't really have spoilers.
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Word Count: 2.5k
“You’d better pay up before I see you again,” he drawled, toying with his blaster, “or I’ll be forced to do something about you.” Your eyes widened as you searched his expression for any sign of mercy.
“Like what?” You cursed smile that you donned as you spoke. “You’re a sensible businessman, Darig. You would lose tenants if you–”
“You’ve been warned, y/n. Let’s hope, for your sake, that you can scrap up those credits in time.”
When Echo looked up, his eyes flicked immediately to the splash of pastel color in the drab cockpit. A smile tugged at his lips as he watched you listen intensely to Omega as she told a Phee-esc story. The way your face lit up at certain details that Omega dramatized… you looked so happy.
He could spend hours with you. Something about you radiated life—it was like you knew the colors inside of you could enhance each moment and everyone around you, so you wore them on your sleeve. At first, it was frustrating seeing how bubbly you were when he was so used to being with war-hardened soldiers, but it didn’t take long before everything about you was endearing. Of course, Echo could never have the guts to say this. Maybe he’d drop hints—the raising of his brows whenever you were mentioned; letting his eyes linger a little too long as you walked past; extra smiles while you talked to him.
Someone laid a hand on his shoulder and he started, looking up at a smug Hunter. “You might have some competition,” Echo rolled his eyes.
“You see me keeping track?”
Hunter chuckled. “I would be lying if I said no,”
Echo looked back at you and Omega. The younger had begun to act out something she’d done—by now he had gathered enough context from his just now tuning in to know Omega was telling about a mission a few weeks ago that she had headed. It wasn’t often that the kid took charge, but she was the best option they had on overt operations when y/n wasn’t there. Nobody notices a kid in a crowd.
“And then Echo burst in and POW POW POW!! Just in time, he took out the rest of them before they could get me!”
You turned and met his eyes and Echo swore his stomach did a flip. “Oh really? And did you thank your knight in shining armor?” Omega frowned in thought.
“I don’t think so.” She bounded over and practically jumped into his arms to give him a smothering hug. “Thanks, Echo!”
He chuckled, returning the hug. They were getting a lot more frequent, so they didn’t catch him by surprise like they used to. “Anytime, kid.”
She skipped back over to y/n to finish the story. Hunter clapped Echo’s shoulder and sat in the chair opposite him. It wasn’t long before they arrived at Ord Mantell and Tech came and took Omega’s seat.
I’ll be forced to do something about you.
When the Marauder touched down you got up and stretched, stiff from the long trip and shaky from your overworking mind. You retrieved your gear, hardly registering the others as you made for the door. When you were young it didn’t take much to ease your fears. You had a vivid memory of your mother’s beautiful eyes peering into yours as she told you a story. Her soothing voice distracted you from your trembling body and hot tears as she carried you off into another galaxy. Now you couldn’t recall what made you so afraid that day.
You had hoped storytime with Omega would have a similar effect, but upon doing a quick evaluation, you accepted that you weren’t as easy to calm down anymore. Of course, child-you didn’t often have death threats looming over them. You kept your head down as you walked, searching for any kind of hope to cling to. Sometimes your landlord was out of town, so perhaps you wouldn’t see him this time. You wouldn’t have to uncover that “something” that he’d threatened. Occasionally you didn’t stop by your flat for several weeks, so he might not suspect anything. The reasoning didn’t offer much in ways of comfort, but often looking for hope in dark places provides such results.
Back in Cid’s parlor, you sat on a bench by the far wall, foot tapping as you tried to come up with solutions to your dilemma. You had only earned a third of the credits you needed. You knew that going outside was hardly an option. Darig had eyes everywhere. You just hoped that your presence hadn’t been reported already. It would be a surprise if Cid herself hadn’t told him.
“You hungry, y/n?” Wrecker called, breaking you from your haze. “We’re gonna grab a bite.”
You glanced at the floor and bit your cheek. “If it’s not a hassle, could you bring me something back? I’m really tired.”
Echo said, “You know what? Bring me something too.”
The others left and Echo crossed to you, plopping onto the bench.
“You didn’t have to stay,”
“Probably not, but I have a few reasons.” He gestured to his bionic legs and swung the right one out. It lurched unnaturally as he moved it. “It’s been acting up for a few rotations but Tech hasn’t had the time or equipment to fix it yet. That and your other company,” Echo paused, eyes turning to the bar for a moment, “isn’t the most trustworthy.”
“We haven’t given her any reasons to betray us,”
“Yet,”
You sighed, nodding at his sentiment. Your mind drifted back to its present default.
Echo said, “You’ve been really quiet since we got back,”
You bit your lip, face warm. “Oh, I’m sorry,”
“It’s alright. We all have our days.” He said. “Need to talk about anything?”
You hesitated, wondering if it would be too much to put on him. “It’s probably not something you can fix. You’re all in your own kind of financial struggles.”
He hummed. “Humor me,”
“I’m a little behind on my rent,” You sighed. “I have some of the credits to pay it off, and I was hoping that with my being gone so often with you boys that my landlord would be a little kinder,”
“But he hasn’t been,” Echo frowned.
“Yeah,”
“Maybe you could get some credits from Cid. Omega once paid off all our debts to her in a day of playing dejarik,”
You shrugged, “What could I offer Cid? There’s not much I can do for her other than what I already am. I think I’ll just avoid my landlord. Maybe I can pay my debt off next time we’re here.”
Some time later the boys returned with a couple of food boxes, which Echo retrieved for the both of you. You immediately noticed Tech’s distress as he trailed in behind everyone else. You were about to mention it when he addressed Echo:
“I finally located the calibrator necessary to readjust the motor for the hydraulics on your cybernetics but it’s all but destroyed. The only explanation I can render is that somebody used it without my knowledge and then failed to put it away correctly.”
You poked at the food in front of you, wondering where the kriff those guys decided to pick it up from. It smelled alright though, so you tried it. Though, as you tuned back into the conversation, your appetite slowly diminished.
“I’m concerned that should you continue to use that leg, it can cause damage due to overcompensation. Frankly, I am unsure of what other side effects there will be. To be safe, until I have the proper tools to fix it, you need to keep the knee joint’s movement to a minimum.”
“Tech, you can’t expect me to not walk for however long it takes you to find this thing.”
“I said minimum, not zero. Just know that the more you use it, you’re raising the chances of us having to do much more than fix a motor. That takes time and credits.”
You listened in with a sour expression. All they needed was a calibrator. You had one but there was one tiny issue with it. It was at your flat.
“How difficult would it be to get that tool?” You said.
“Unsure. It’s not a common instrument.”
You folded your arms and sighed, catching a look from both Tech and Echo.
“I have a calibrator at my flat. If you need it, I’ll get it.”
Echo cut in. “What about your landlord?”
“I’ll avoid him. How hard could it be?”
Your trembling limbs cursed your frivolous statement at Cid’s. How hard could it be to evade Darig? You should have asked how hard it would be to get to your flat without having a breakdown. The walk itself was difficult without being terrified—even with your new exercise routine with Wrecker every day, mundane tasks still wore you out. That was the nature of being heavy, which could prove inconvenient at times, regardless that you accepted it. At this point in life, you were exhausted by people seeing fat as negative, so you’d made it your goal to keep any self-talk positive. You only hoped that the goodness you offered yourself shined through to others.
The flat came into view, tearing you from your thoughts. Your heart pounded so loud you wondered if it might explode. Armed with a blaster and determination, you paved through the thick air. You snuck into your flat, every noise alerting you. It didn’t take long to find the tool but it felt like you searched for years. With the calibrator in hand, you looked around to be sure you didn’t need anything else.
You slinked back to the door and took a moment to ground yourself before you moved on. You pressed a button and the door swooshed open. A silhouette floored you. His silhouette. You screamed and jumped back. His gloved hand caught your shirt. A blaster pushed against you. He walked you backward until your back pressed flush against the wall.
“I thought you were smarter than this, y/n.”
“I’m so sorry—”
“Sorry won’t pay your rent.” Darig stepped away, looking around the small room a moment before his dark eyes locked on yours. “I have built up a reputation. I would not be here had I been a liar along the way. Pray tell… do you recall our conversation last time we met?”
You stared at him, frozen. If you could only reach your blaster…
“Yes,”
“So you know what I must do.”
You racked your brain for answers. Frowning, you replayed that vivid memory. Then something clicked. “No—you never told me what you would do.”
He cocked his head. “Oh?”
“You said you’d have to do something about me. You never said anything specific. You wouldn’t be a liar if you let me go—”
Darig tutted and examined a spot on the floor. “I suppose I didn’t then, did I?”
“I’ll pay twice what I owe you. Just give me a little more time.”
“I’ve given you time.” He hissed. He aimed his blaster at you. “And now… well, now it looks like you’re out of it.”
“Speak for yourself,” came a gritty voice from the open door. Blaster fire lit up the flat. Darig collapsed. You would have followed had you not been so close to the wall. It took a moment to focus on the newcomer and once you finally did, you nearly cried.
“Echo—kriff, I thought—oh, maker…”
He closed the distance between you and holstered his blaster, drawing you into a hug.
His warmth washed over you. “It’s alright, cyar’ika. I’m here now,”
“Thank you so much,” You drew a shaky breath.
He pulled away and offered a smile, though his brows were furrowed. Then his expression fell. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”
“I will be,” You managed. “He didn’t do anything.”
He nodded, letting out a long breath. His attention turned back to Darig.
“How did you know to come?”
His wide eyes examined the room before turning back to you, “I had a feeling.” Then, “We need to go.”
Relief flooded over you as you sat at one of the booths and watched Tech work on Echo’s cybernetics. Tech’s immediate complaints about the usage of Echo’s leg upon his return still had you humored. Of course, the genius was worried about nothing, and Echo’s knee didn’t end up breaking down like he predicted it would.
Cid made her way over to you and sat across the table, looking you in the eye. “You and your boys really like ticking off the big names, huh?” She sighed, “I made arrangements. As long as you’re working for me, you have my protection.”
“You have them on a leash too, huh?”
She squinted. “That’s not a very nice thing to say to your only defense from his goons. I had to pull a lot of strings for this to work.”
“Thank you, Cid.” You smiled with a small hint of playfulness only visible if one were to look hard enough.
“Watch it, kid,” She eyed you, getting up. “That extra protection isn’t free… Speaking of which, why didn’t you ask for help paying your rent? I woulda offered you a job in here.”
“I dunno. I assumed you wouldn’t want my help.”
She huffed, speaking as she walked away. “You kiddin’? If you did work here I’d have more time to work on building my empire. And with the new debt you owe me, you might wanna consider this an offer.”
Cid moseyed into her office and you glanced at Tech and Echo. They both had the same look in their eyes: that crustation can’t be serious. You bit back a grin. Tech shook his head and returned his focus to Echo, muttering something as he worked on the leg.
From Hunter and Wrecker’s side of the room, Omega took Cid’s leave as an opportunity to claim the seat next to yours. You had explained the run-in with Darig as soon as you’d returned, leaving out no details. As you’d talked, you hinted at a plan to move out, and Hunter caught on. He offered you a place on the team full time and you said you’d let him know even though you knew the answer already.
“I’m glad you’re okay, y/n.” Omega hugged your arm.
“All thanks to him,” You glanced up at Echo, heart swimming as you pictured the way he looked into your eyes as he made sure you were alright. You could get lost in those eyes for an eternity. You turned to Omega and smiled.
“This all has me thinking, I’m really glad I have you all. You’re like my family.”
“Well, yeah,” She sat up and looked at her brothers. “We love you a lot. I know we don’t always show it—especially them. They’re not used to showing love, but you’re really helping them learn. Especially Echo. He’s a lot happier with you here.”
You chuckled, knowing exactly what she meant.
“Remember the story you were telling me on the way here?”
“About the mission?”
“Yeah… You were right about something. Echo really does come just in time.”
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Pairing: none--this one's a platonic JediChild!Reader and the Boys
Summary: You are an unmodified clone, but not of Jango Fett. This makes you very valuable. As you escape Kamino, things get interesting, and you get to meet a crew of defective clones on the run from the Empire.
Warnings: None in this part. There will be some more serious ones in future parts though.
Notes: I know it may be a bit odd to read from a kid's perspective, but this was a whole lot of fun to write. I think it turned out pretty neat too. Alsoooo I actually did research for this one regarding the location of planets, among other things--be proud of me. This is set between seasons one and two, but it doesn't really contain spoilers I think. Idk I haven't written the final part, so I guess we'll see.
Rating: 14+
Word Count: 1.8k
You stirred with a gasp, cold air slithering up your arm until you stuffed it back into your blanket. If the rough, thin fabric could be considered that. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the brightness of the room and you begged the universe to let you sleep for an hour longer, but the ever-moving essence that dwelled in all beings had other plans for you.
The door hissed open and a clone's shiny boots marched in. They halted ten paces from your bed just like they had done every morning for the last year. Before the Empire, you'd never dreaded mornings so much.
"Good morning, Y/N. You need to—"
"Be ready in five." You finished his morning call before he could. "Thanks, Finch."
The trooper stood there stiffly for a moment before he pivoted and exited the room to stand outside your door.
With a sigh, you pushed away the covers and your tooka doll, then summoned the will to get up and dressed. It took four minutes to be completely ready today so you stood by the door to tidy your bed. When you were born, you had been gifted with some sort of sense about the galaxy that you weren't sure other people had. You could move things with your mind, and though you kept it a secret, in times of quiet like this, you took a moment to practice fine skills. Perhaps one day that would come in handy.
The door opened and you dropped your plush, praying Finch didn't see it. Then again, you knew he didn't. He had tunnel vision—you were convinced. When the Empire took over, his personality was destroyed alongside the Republic. Among the lost were your privileges. You couldn't even go to the restroom without an escort. As you followed your lead through the halls each morning, you eyed the clones. It seemed that every one of them had become as numb as Finch. It used to be exciting to watch them go along, messing around, sometimes even pranking each other as they went. You had even befriended a few. Now they were like droids. Some days you wondered if you had only dreamt of that.
Your guide took a turn and you nearly missed it. You stopped suddenly, staring at him with wide eyes. This wasn't the route you normally took in the morning. In fact, you didn't even recognize the hall he was going down. He paused and turned to look back at you.
"Keep up, tiny."
Those jabs were a new addition after the Empire as well, and they each stung. Of course, one might think you were dramatic, but it was all in his tone of voice. You remembered a time when Finch was your friend, and he never called you names. That seemed like a lifetime ago.
Fumbling, you turned to follow him, moving your small legs quickly to catch up. You didn't miss his subtle hand as it graced his blaster. That was when that gift of yours kicked in. Something felt even more off about him than usual. He was colder today, but something in his mind screamed in fear. Had he been ordered to do something against his will?
He opened the door to a room you'd never seen before and ushered you in. You stopped short of it, eyes darting around the room. They paused on the different durasteel drawers in the wall. There were several tables in there, a few of which had something large under a white blanket. One of them wasn't completely covered—showing the face of a Togruta Woman. It was lifeless. Your blood ran cold. This was a morgue.
"Finch, what are we doing here?"
"Prime Minister said you need to identify someone."
His aura was covered in deceit. You frowned up at him, picking at his mind with your gift. He was hiding something evil.
He suddenly reached for your back and shoved you into the room, "Get in there—"
With a gasp, you caught yourself before the floor could even touch your hands, hovering for a moment. You turned to Finch, hands trembling as you dropped to the ground. His blaster was aimed at you. His was shaky grip and you felt the apprehension in his heart. You reached for his mind, begging to set him free. This was not your Finch.
"You don't actually want to hurt me!" You cried.
His blaster dropped an inch, bucket on his head tilting slightly. After a hesitation, he mumbled, "I... don't actually want to hurt you."
"I knew it! And you want me to be free from all of this? You don't like making me go to all of those tests!"
"I want you to be free from all of this. I don't like making you go to all of those tests." His blaster fell and he holstered it.
Curious, you tried another phrase: "And... you want to escort me to a shuttle and take me off Kamino."
"I'm going to escort you to a shuttle and take you off Kamino," he nodded to himself. Then he motioned to the door saying, "Let's get a move on, kid."
You followed directly behind him. Every step shot more terror into your bones. You passed a conscription officer, eyes low lest he see through your façade. A squad of troops marched by but none of their helmets turned to look at you. You weren't sure if it was luck or not. How could they not feel the anxiety radiating from your soul? You bumped into Finch as he paused to let someone cross the hall. His helmet tilted to look down at you, light red helmet markings flashing your way. Shaking your head, you pushed onward.
The hangar was in view now. All you had to do was follow Finch for the rest of the way. Your pace quickened and he looked at you again.
"We need to hurry," you muttered, eyeing him.
"Trooper!"
You both kept walking, hoping the voice was after someone else. The man called again. This time he used Finch's CT number. You glanced over your shoulder to see a group of three troopers coming at you with urgency. Your blood spiked the way it did whenever danger was near and you grabbed Finch's arm, telling him to, "run!"
"No," he replied, standing firm. Tears came to your eyes. He couldn't turn on you now!
"Finch—"
He turned, holding your small hand in his huge one. You were forced to stand still. "What seems to be the matter, boys?"
"We were ordered to retrieve the child. Where are you going?"
"I figured it would be easier to get rid of... evidence—out in space,"
"Evidence?" You breathed.
"Can it, Scrappy."
He hadn't called you that nickname since before the Empire...
The leading clone nodded. "You've got a point there. But didn't he want to study the specimen?"
"He gave me different orders, I think. He says it's too risky to leave one of them alive even if it does serve Lord Vader's purpose." Finch squeezed your hand as if to reassure you and it sent your mind spiraling. Whose side was he on? "This one didn't receive training early enough. She's dangerous."
"Are you positive? This is a valuable asset. It could be used to stop the rebellion."
Finch shook his head. "I'm not going against Tarkin's orders. I'm sorry. Even if it seems illogical. Good soldiers follow orders."
"Good soldiers follow orders," the trooper echoed, head dipping slightly. "Well, I'll take you the rest of the way. You two, return to your duties."
"Sir," they replied, then took back down the hallway.
The walk was chilled with awkward silence. Your limbs were stiff—hand still hidden in Finch's. It gave you no peace to know that this clone was in control of you. His soul was still conflicted and you didn't sense strong lies when he said he'd dispose of you in space. But if all of that was a part of his plan... why did he use the nickname he hadn't called you in so long?
"Alright, this bus should be warmed up for takeoff." You looked up and suddenly you were standing before a shuttle with your nameless escort saluting Finch. "Follow standard procedure and keep it safe. I'll see you in a few."
"See you later," Finch replied cooly.
You followed him up into the small craft and wrenched your hand from his. He held both hands up in surrender and made his way to the pilot's seat, quickly getting the shuttle out of the bay. While he was occupied, you located the spare weapons compartment and grabbed a blaster. You didn't know how to use it, but you were sure it would be easy. You watched as Finch checked the systems and made sure everything was working properly before turning back to you. Your eyes caught the sky behind him as it grew darker with the approaching expanse of space.
"Whoa there, Scrappy." Finch crouched in front of you. "Set it down."
Frowning, you aimed the blaster at him. "You told him you'd kill me."
"Well, something you'll learn as you grow up is that sometimes adults lie." He removed his helmet and set it on the ground. You eyed a fresh scar on his right temple.
"So you really do want to set me free?"
He paused, looked down at his hands, and then back at you. "Something like that."
"What does that mean?"
"Whoa, whoa! I'm sorry, Scrappy. No need to point that thing at me. I only meant that it's hard to be free when you're on the run."
"Oh," you muttered. "So where are we going?"
"We're going to meet up with some friends of mine,"
"Where did you meet them?"
"The holonet," he said.
"The holonet?"
He let out an easy chuckle and stood, ushering you to the cockpit with a tilt of his head. "I contacted them about you and they said they'd love to take care of you until you're able to be out on your own."
"Oh," you nodded, conscious of the heavy blaster in your hand.
You ambled to the front of the ship where Finch sat down. Curious, you sat in the seat next to his. The controls in front of you were vast and confusing. There was a holo device on the dash, but you didn't recognize much else. You frowned at the buttons, trying to get a grip for the system. The blaster in your lap, you spoke up.
"Why are there controls over here?"
"They're there in case the pilot is too busy with something else," he explained, tapping the steering column for effect, "or if the pilot is hurt." Then he shrugged, folding his hands behind his head while his gaze drifted to the flitting stars. "Really, you don't need two pilots, but it's better if you have extra in a shuttle like this one. Once she hits hyperspace, there's not much of a reason to have anyone behind the controls except to check the gauges."
You nodded, "Are we in hyperspace?"
"Sure are."
"That's why the stars look so weird... Where are we going?"
"Well, whoever flew this last neglected to fill the fuel before it was put away. We also don't want the Empire following us so we need to scramble the signal." He glanced down at you. "We're stopping by Scarif."
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Summary: You’ve been kidnapped and it’s up to Hunter and the boys to save you.
Warnings: kidnapping, mention of violence, the kidnapper being creepy with reader
Rating: 16+ for mentions of certain violence that is probably not appropriate for young eyes
Notes: This is pre-Echo era. Sorry, y’all. Also I actually really like the antagonist in this but I made him extra creepy because I wanted to give Hunter ✨Motivation✨
Word count: 1.8k
You stared down the mirage an uncountable distance from where you stood. The heat paved the way for sweat to coat your skin. It was disgusting. Dry, unforgiving, ruthless, exhausting. One might wonder if you were describing the climate or the chilling presence of the bounty hunter flanking you.
“I would never let someone kidnap me.”
Famous last words. That was your exact response to Hunter’s concern in Mos Espa. Looking back, you would slap yourself if you had the chance. But, seeing that you don’t have an inter-dimensional third hand that can clap through the thick skull of your past self, you opted for a very deep sigh—one of many you’d very expressively given to your captor.
Speaking of which, Cad Bane took that as a sign to rest his hand on your shoulder. Yeah, that’s right. Cad Bane. Oh how you wished for that third hand… His blaster’s barrel flirted with your temple and ensured that you didn’t make any moves. You felt his uncanny patience through the thick, hot air of the desert planet.
“Maybe I won’t give you back,” the man drawled, bringing to close a soliloquy he’d started an eternity ago. “I’d be far fetched to let such a pretty thing go.”
You shifted your weight and huffed out another long sigh. The blue guy snickered at you but you ignored him. No, he wouldn’t win. You’d keep your cool.
The throng of an engine met your ears and you perked up. The Havoc Marauder buzzed over and landed close-by, sending clouds of sand into the air. You eyed Bane—he, like his goons that he had hired for this op, remained unfazed. His poise stood calm even when Hunter and Wrecker emerged from the shuttle with vengeance in their stride.
“We have the credits,” Hunter said. He stopped short when Bane’s men forced him to.
“Shame. I was just reconsidering our arrangement. See, clone, I don’t think you realize what a fine gem you had.”
You glared at him. “They didn’t ‘have’ me, perve.”
“He didn’t train you very well, did he, pet?”
You winced and pulled away, but he held you down, calling you a “naughty girl.” Hunter’s visor caught sunlight as it tilted downward. His hand drifted to his side arm.
“Your move, clone.”
Hunter paused and his head cocked to the side. His hand shifted. You recognized the signal for the unseen marksman.
“I don’t think so,”
You frowned. Bane chortled.
“Scared?”
Hunter must have sensed something that you couldn’t. His tone steadied as he said, “You come to me,”
“Walk, little lady.”
Wrecker and Hunter simultaneously brought out their blasters. Hunter shook his head. “No. Be a gentleman and walk her over,”
“Think she can’t walk? I didn’t actually have my way with her.”
Wrecker thrust his blaster towards Bane. “Talk about her like that one more time.”
In an instant, all of the men surrounding you mirrored him. Hunter scanning the group, blaster ready. Your captor tutted. “Don’t threaten me, boy. I have more than twice the firepower.”
You chuckled as the Marauder’s cannons fired up. “Idiot.”
Hunter stood a little taller, “You’ll come to me if it’s safe to walk that path through the energy field. Now, you’re going to escort Y/N to me or you’ll get to see just how much firepower we have.”
“I’m no fool. You’d better not try anything,”
“Don’t tempt me,”
The blue man sighed. He grabbed your bicep tightly and forced you to the side. With a frown, you complied. He took a very curved path to get to your guys. A few paces away from Hunter, Bane stopped and pushed you. You stumbled into Hunter who kept you upright, staring the other man down. You didn’t really need to hold onto him, but with his arm around you, it was the perfect excuse.
“How did you know?”
Hunter’s voice rumbled through his chest, “I have my ways,”
Bane nodded and looked back at you, red eyes piercing your soul before he tipped his hat. “Goodbye, little lady. You were lovely.”
“Don’t push it,” Hunter warned. Bane raised both hands in surrender and slowly backed away. Hunter dropped the case of credits into the sand. It rattled, audibly exposing the hefty price he’d gathered in return for you.
“Sarge,” Wrecker muttered, raising his blaster.
Hunter’s helmet jerked up to the man with a data pad in hand furiously tapping. The goons suddenly scattered away from the field Hunter had had you walk around. Hunter shouted into his comm, “Now!”
Bane lurched forward with a shout, falling to his knees. The man with the data pad collapsed, splaying across the ground. Steam rose steadily from a hole in his back. Then another did the same, followed by another. Bane looked up at Hunter in anger.
“You broke the rules, clone!”
Hunter silently nodded to Wrecker. The big man scooped you up and took off running.
You looked back as Cross’s blaster bolt struck the blue man again. This one didn’t hit home. Bane struggled to his feet and engaged the thrusters on his boots. In an instant he flew overhead and caught up with you. He began a volley of blaster fire on your trio but Hunter quickly sent him careening towards the sand. You loaded up in the ship and Wrecker towered by the open ramp, covering Hunter until he made it aboard. You raced to the cockpit as Tech took the shuttle towards a nearby plateau. That was where you spotted Crosshair packing up his gear. Tech swooped in to pick him up, and soon you were headed for the stars.
“Yea-hah!” Wrecker shouted as he barged into the cockpit, followed by the other two. “Another successful mission!”
You gasped, a faux look of hurt on your face. “That’s… all I am to you?”
His expression dropped, “I—er… no, you’re… that’s—“
With a laugh, you got up and hugged him tight. “I’m messing, Wrecker. Thanks for coming for me,”
He grinned and picked you up in a near-bone-crushing hug. “We missed you, Y/N!”
“Augh I missed you too. Maker, I missed you guys.” You caught a glance of Hunter. He stood taut, brows furrowed. That same dark expression stayed on his face.
“You are one expensive mission,” Tech glanced at you as Wrecker set you down. “15,000 credits.”
“Not really!” Wrecker danced in place a moment and shoved past Hunter and Cross to the back of the ship. You watched him pick up a small box. He returned, huge smile on his face. “I picked this up with one of Cross’s blaster attachments before we took off.”
“Normally, you’d be dead,” Cross hummed, sticking a fresh toothpick between his teeth, “but I guess this can slide.”
Hunter patted his brother’s shoulder, “Good job, Wrecker.” Then to Crosshair: “And nice shooting up there. Don’t think we would’ve made it out of there without you.”
Cross and Wrecker both gave Hunter an appreciative grin. You glanced at your pilot, “You too, Tech. Thanks for decoding my awful distress call.”
“It was not difficult.”
After a while of discussing the meat of the mission, Hunter set a hand on your shoulder and nodded to the door. You followed him out.
You patted Gonky’s head lovingly as you strode past him. Standing next to Hunter, you sighed, appreciating the feeling of being home. The Marauder didn’t smell or look the best, but it was home, and so were the four troops that manned it. This especially stood for Hunter. Over some time, you two had grown much closer than you ever could’ve dreamt.
When he turned to face you the puppy-ness of his eyes caught you off-guard. He took both of your hands in his. “Did they hurt you?”
You met his soft gaze and shook your head. “They hardly touched me. I think they were only interested in the payment until Bane caught eyes.”
His expression went dark again. “Did that bastard—”
“No,” you shook your head and reached up to cup his cheek reassuringly. “he told the truth.” You sighed, “I’m sorry about all of this. I don’t know how I got separated from you all. It all happened so quickly.”
“Cyare, there was nothing you could’ve done,”
“There’s always something I could’ve done different. I could’ve stayed with you. I could’ve paid better attention. I could’ve listened to you—”
“Shh,” he hushed, running his fingers through your hair. “What-if’s won’t change anything,” He shook his head. “What’s done is done. And you’re here now. You’re safe.”
He rested his forehead against yours, arms wrapping around your middle. His brows furrowed, “I’m glad you’re okay.”
“I’d be even more okay if you kissed me,”
He smiled, leaning in slowly, “Tempting.”
You tilted your head to meet his. His lips brushed yours but he held back. You breathed slowly, taking in the moment. His warmth fanned across your face, sending comfort through your bones, and you knew that there was nothing in the galaxy you would trade for him. His protective arms draped around you, his forehead pressed against yours. You melted into him, letting your shoulders relax for the first time in days.
And then he kissed you so gently. You wondered for a moment if you’d imagined it. He pulled you in and deepened the kiss, holding onto you like you might be torn away at any moment. You gradually backed up until your back was pressed against the wall. His touch addicting, your deprived heart drew his in.
“We probably shouldn’t do this here,” he hummed. You paused to listen to his reasoning, but Hunter continued to leave long kisses along your neck, making it difficult to focus on anything else.
“I think you’re right,”
Hunter sighed and stood straight, peering longingly down at you. His voice was velvet to your ears. “I missed you, meshla,”
“Yes, but this isn’t the best place… Later?”
He grinned, tilting your chin up between his finger and thumb. He lowered his tone and said, “Anything for you, cyare.”
“Hmm, I bet they’re wondering what’s taking so long.”
“Frankly, if any of them don’t know at this point, I’d be shocked.”
You took his hand and left a final lingering kiss on his lips. “We still don’t want one of your bored brothers coming back here and seeing something he shouldn’t.”
“Maybe I don’t mind,” he slinked his arms back around you. As if on queue the cockpit’s door hissed open and Hunter jolted back, eyes wide as his face of horror donned. Wrecker froze, staring at him. Crosshair’s face melted into that of a sly cat.
You burst out laughing.
Famous last words.
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Wolffe and FemPadawan!Reader (Hey, friends. This one’s platonic)
Summary: On a vicious planet, y/n and some troopers have to escape the clutches of indigenous life forms. Things don’t go as planned.
Warnings (and I’m keeping them super vague to avoid spoilers): pretty non-descriptive injuries except for one or two, character getting descriptively + violently killed, literal suffocation, some mild horror elements, clone death, a beast/creature thing with temper issues
Notes: I know there’s a lot in the warnings but I promise it’s not all bad. There’s some cool stuff and happy moments. I prefer to write one shots where the characters have redemption or happiness at some point
Rating: 16+, this one got kinda violent
Word count: 4.1k
A thunderous crack drew your attention skyward. With years of training under your belt even you didn’t feel remotely prepared for this world. Nightmare-inducing darkness from the thick atmosphere blinded your entire unit. Worse yet, according to data collected from previous visits, the air could suffocate in minutes and leave poison in the blood for days. Yesterday’s briefing had informed you enough to know the situation would be dire, but having both feet on the desolate surface rattled you still.
Your eyes burned as they surveyed the clearing, lightsaber glowing at your side, casting a blue glow into the swimming fog. Wisps of cloud danced along the ground, making the surface alive and eerie. They slithered into the tree line and up dead branches that complained in the breeze.
You paused when the force warned you of something ahead. Or perhaps it was your nerves. You held your breath. Nothing moved. You looked back at the ten troops you were with. They awaited your instruction. Commander Wolffe tilted his head.
“Hang tight,” you muttered through the restraining mask.
“Yes, Sir,”
You scoped the grounds surrounding you, feeling with the force. Something was luring your mind. Danger crept nearby, hoping to arrive discretely. Frowning slightly, you shifted a hand, reaching out with the force to whatever lurked in the shadows, heart racing.
Eyes locked with your own. Glowing, huge. You gasped, swinging your saber in the creature’s direction—a decision you immediately regretted.
Captain Polka flinched away, “Oh, buggar—“
“Quiet!”
The creature hissed and rose to a great, full height, its form casting a massive silhouette the sky. You reached out in the force, trying to connect with it. The thing shook violently. It roared and stomped its front feet. Spittle sprayed your face but you stood still.
“Steady, men,” you warned. “It’s spooked.”
“Really?”
“Thanks for clearin’ that up, Commander. We were really confused,”
You held a fist in the air to shut them up.
The ground trembled as the creature stepped towards you. It moved briskly for its size. You clipped your lightsaber to your belt and held both arms up, trying to focus the way your master had taught you. If you could connect with the creature through the Force, there would be no need for violence. Eyes closed, you felt the creature’s fear.
Its growl shook your sternum.
It was vital that you calm your mind but each nearing step made you falter. Your heart pounded in your ears, fingers icy cold. It’s life-force began to close itself off. In frustration you pushed harder.
The next roar was much closer this time. Your eyes shot open. One of several long paws bore down on you. You had no time to draw your saber before several bolts of blaster fire lit it up. The beast trudged on unfazed. Its long claws snatched you off the ground.
Several shouts of anger met your ears. You slammed into something solid. Then the ground. You tasted dirt. Blood. Gasping for air, you pushed against the ground feebly. Your hands slipped. Your vision was foggy. The world spun. Did you hit your head? Are the men okay?
“Commander!”
The ground disappeared from under you as you were pulled up into the air again. Your arms got pinned to your sides. Clarity returned quickly with adrenaline. You caught a glimpse of the troopers shooting the beast. You tried to pry those claws from yourself with the force but you couldn’t still your mind enough to be effective. The familiar hum of a lightsaber reached you. No—you had to be imagining it. You grunted as the beast shook you. At once, the beast released you and you hit the ground with a thud. Adjusting your mask, you scrambled to your feet with the help of a trooper. Cheers erupted from all around and you stumbled, confused until you spotted Wolffe running your way, lightsaber in hand. He skidded to a halt and offered it to you.
You took the weapon with a grateful nod and caught your breath, staring at the beast as it recovered from Wolffe’s attack. Slashes, hot and red, streaked the beast. Raging, it huffed and spun to face the other men who were still whooping for their brother.
“Boost, get the others back to the ship!”
He hesitated, nearly being slashed because of it. The creature reached again for him but you force-shoved him back. He landed several meters away and scrambled to his feet, glancing back at them once before returning to the other seven and ordering them to retreat. They ran, drawing the creature’s attention.
With great concentration, you reached with your mind and grabbed hold of the beast. It cried out, tugging the invisible restraint. After the men left the line of sight, the creature slacked. It lunged at the ground, shaking even where you stood. In a moment of respite, it looked around, nose to the air. It looked at you. You froze. Its eyes locked onto yours.
“Wolffe, go—“ The beast swung and you brought your saber up for a block. It cut through, causing the beast to cry out. It trembled in rage. “Go!”
Someone grabbed you from behind. He flung you back just before the creature’s retaliating blow could strike. You stumbled. Wolffe steadied you and told you to run. The beast’s warning growl gave you enough time to swing your lightsaber again, a flash of blue scouring the darkness. You turned, pulling Wolffe with you as you took off into the woods.
“I sent Polka ahead of us. He’s already at the bunker—“
“Bunker?”
“You’ll see!”
Without much time to spare you arrived at a where a rectangular metallic container lay half-buried. Captain Polka stood in the doorway, waving you and Wolffe in. You didn’t have time to question anything. You ushered Wolffe and Polka into the bunker and stood, a hand on the door. You took one final look at the fog before you retreated and slammed the door shut. You turned to Wolffe and Polka, their headlamps lighting up the room just enough to see them.
“We made it,” you breathed. “Have you contacted the others?”
“Yes, ma’am. They made it back to the ship—no severe injuries were sustained.”
“Thank you, Polka,”
His helmet tipped in a curt nod, ever the gentleman.
Wolffe crossed the room to examine a door on the far side. You hadn’t seen it till now. Your keen eyes watched as his helmet moved to look at the dark corners, headlamps lighting the area. You could sense his tension. His head suddenly snapped up to one corner, followed by his blaster. A bolt lit a small, glowing object and it exploded.
“This isn’t a bunker. It’s an entrance to one,” he mused. “And that must’ve been their camera.”
“Great. We’ve pissed off the locals.”
The air shifted. Through the force, you sensed several faint force signatures arriving from behind the door. You hummed. “Wolffe, scan the door,”
He flipped down his scanner and groaned. “You’re not gonna like this,”
“Surely not many. They wouldn’t sent a huge welcome party, right?”
You were envious of Polka’s optimism. “How many do you count?”
“There are too many… more than thirty.”
Wolffe’s helmet trained on the door as he cautiously backed away from it, blaster high and ready to fire. Polka mimicked his stance and you strolled forward, placing yourself between them and the door.
“Are they advancing?”
“Yes,”
“What’s the plan, Commander?”
“Stay behind me. I’ll take the first wave of whatever these are if they are dangerous. If we can’t fight them… We’ll take our chances with the beast.”
“Yes, ma’am,”
“Copy. They’re nearly at the door,”
The darkness of the small, slanted structure brought a chilling reality to your bones. With retreat out of the picture, you had to make friends with the natives. There was no other option. Three versus a multitude. Such odds did not appeal to you.
A thud sounded from the door. You stilled your thoughts. Some of the corrosion fell from the slip around the door when the next crash came. They readied themselves. The latch squeaked and another heavy thud sounded. Then the door slowly heaved open. You shifted in anticipation.
From the shadows slinked a small, slick, midnight black humanoid bearing dark clothing and several indigenous weapons. Its eyes were large and bug-like, mouth wide with sharp teeth bursting, lips unable to cover the fangs.
Its large head tilted as it and its companions examined you. They collectively made a point to hide their eyes from the lights—one of them even hissed upon the sight of the one in your hand. You powered off the weapon in an act of peace, signaling the men to lower their blasters. The one who had entered the room first moved to you and poked at your face—inky black figure unused to your skin. It reached for your hair, very different from its own whisker-like hair that covered its body.
You began to wonder if your trio had happened upon a peaceful species that was merely protecting its home. You marveled at the way its curiosity shone brighter than your saber. It ushered another one of its companions over and the man-like being also studied you. Then the leader came to look at the clones—their white armor and headlamps probably even more terrifying than your more civilized appearance.
One of the beings poked Wolffe’s visor and the commander lightly whispered, “Sir?”
The leader hissed and retreated at the sound of Wolffe’s voice. It looked at its companions, then you. After receiving no further information, it reached again for the helmet. He looked at you.
“Let them,” you returned softly.
The being grasped the lip of Wolffe’s helmet and began to lift it. He gently reached for its hand and the humanoid retracted, hissing. It curled up and backed clear over to the door. The others acted similarly and soon they were raring up like scared animals prepared to strike. Your hand slowly moved to your lightsaber. The boys shifted, readying themselves for a fight. All was still in a freezing cold tension while both sides awaited the other’s attack.
Polka whispered. “What do we do?”
The leader lunged at you. You dodged him, focusing instead on the mass of shimmering eyes behind him. Several more made it through the door before you pushed the group back down the dark tunnel with the force. You held them back as Wolffe slammed the door shut.
Blaster fire lit up the room and Polka’s shouts of terror sent you whipping around, lightsaber extended as two of the beings tackled him. You sliced one down easily but a third attacked you from behind, grabbing you by your armored shoulders. It threw you against the wall. Your bones and muscles already aching from being tossed around earlier, you took too long to get back up. You were still regaining balance when the creature’s large mouth bit at your torso—meeting a mouthful of tough, plastoid armor. Several teeth found a chink in the armor and you gasped, grabbing it by the back of its neck.
You flung it away. When it crawled on all fours back to you like general Grievous, you leapt into the air. Using its own momentum, you slammed it into the wall. It lie there, foot twitching.
An inhuman scream erupted from behind. You turned as one of the beings launched its huge wedge-like weapon into Polka’s helmet. He collapsed like a doll. You felt his life-force leave him. It stole the breath from your lungs, but you leapt into action, charging at Polka’s killer. You drew your saber and before the creature knew it, there was a gaping hole in its chest. Panting, you lobbed its head off for good measure.
You turned to Wolffe to see him wrestling with the final one. Both had been disarmed and were fighting for their lives. It looked like Wolffe nearly had the upper hand. Before you could take a step towards him, something heavy smashed into your shoulder and you dropped your saber.
Your eyes snapped to the being you’d been fighting earlier—his sleek form staring you down. A substance like blood dripped down its face, staining its dark teeth. You had meant to knock it out for longer than that. It ran at you. You flicked your saber at it but like lightning, it evaded the attack. It hit you in the face, sending your mask flying. You blocked another blow to your face—sharp pain manifesting on your forearm from the creature’s claws. On some twisted fear instinct, your hand extended to grasp the being’s head with the force. Something inside of you yearned to crush its skull but you reined that in and instead pulled it to you while simultaneously pulling your lightsaber to your hand and igniting it. You stuck the creature through the chest, stilling its flailing arms.
You turned to find your mask on the floor, saber illuminating the room. A weight dropped in your chest as your eyes located the small, lifesaving piece of equipment. It was broken. Your lungs ached more and more with each passing second. You had never properly learned to utilize the force to hold your breath for long periods of time. In vain, you put the broken mask to your face, hoping it might still work. To your chagrin, the device wouldn’t power on. You brought it before your eyes to see if you could fix it but your fumbling hands couldn’t get the equipment to function. Terrified and unable to hold your breath any longer, your lungs won out.
All hope cascaded into fear as you drew a breath of thick air. Instantly, your lungs burned, throat aching. You coughed, trying to expel the toxic gas, only to breathe in more with your next gasp. You turned to Wolffe, pleading with your eyes as you clutched your chest, wheezing, lungs screaming for good air. His back was to you as he shoved the attacker away from him and towards a wall. Your knees hit the floor and the room spun. Heart pounding in your ears, you reached out in the force to share your anxiety with Wolffe.
His helmet whipped around but you hardly caught the glint of his visor before he was flung into the air. He hit the ground loudly and the being jumped on him. Your eyes drifted shut as your lungs began to give up. In one final effort to help your friend, your fingertips managed to fling your lightsaber in his general direction. Then the world collapsed into darkness.
Wolffe felt the air press out of his lungs when y/n collapsed. A light tap on his shoulder turned his attention and he sent a little thought of gratitude to the padawan for the assist. He fought the creature for control of his helmet as its small hands wrestled for the air hoses.
In an instant, Wolffe freed a hand and reached up, grabbed the cold metal cylinder by his shoulder and ignited it. He swung the lightsaber in front of him, slicing through the creature with ease. It went limp.
Grunting, Wolffe shoved it off and scrambled over to y/n. He tore his helmet off and slid it onto her, holding his breath. His eyes burned immediately as he watched to be sure she would breathe. A moment passed before he realized he wouldn’t last very long like this. He turned to Polka’s body, mentally apologizing. He took off his chest piece and left it beside y/n. Then he rushed over to Polka and stole the broken helmet from him. Blood stained the interior and a large crack ran down the face. He shoved the bucket onto his head. On the glitching visor was a warning that the air system had a leak. He took an experimental breath. It worked. With a sigh, he knelt.
He took a moment to recover before removing his fallen brother’s chest piece and putting it on himself. It was the same size as his own, but it felt wrong—heavier. Like it didn’t belong to him.
Kneeling next to y/n, he felt her pulse. It was steady, her breaths slow. She was asleep, which was much better than dead. He gingerly sat her upright and strapped his armor onto her so she wouldn’t have to carry the air filter around. Even atop her own armor, it was giant on the young girl.
Carefully, he half carried, half dragged her to the wall and leaned her against it. He sat down next to her, setting the lightsaber in her lap. Several long minutes passed. Worry built inside him like a bomb raring to explode. He kept checking to be sure she still held a pulse even though he could clearly see the chest of his grey and white armor rising and falling.
After an eternity, her chest heaved as she drew a deep breath, coming awake. At this, Wolffe let out a heavy breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He stared down at her as the helmet upon her head surveyed the room. It paused on Polka. She then looked at Wolffe.
“Polk’s armor,” she hummed. Wolffe was taken aback, unused to hearing her voice come through the muddled speaker of a helmet. The visor shifted down to her chest, “‘s your armor.”
“You were suffocating. That was the first thing that I thought of,”
“Mm… Thanks,”
“How are you feeling?”
Her head tilted, helmet shifting on a head that was too small for it, “Dizzy.”
Wolffe nodded, resting his head against the wall. After some silence, he concluded, “You saved my life… again. Thank you, commander.”
“Y/n,” she replied, “not ‘commander.’”
He nodded, “Thank you, y/n.”
“‘nything for you, Woof,”
Wolffe couldn’t help the smile that broke across his face. He glanced at the door of the bunker, refocusing on their mission. “When should we head out?”
“The beast’s—still ou’ there,” she slurred, head shifting to the door. “Gotta wait.”
“Shall I contact general Plo?”
She nodded, still looking over yonder. If Wolffe could see through her visor, he was sure there would be a blank look in those eyes.
“Are you alright, y/n?”
“‘m fine,” she hummed, “tired.”
He watched her for a moment before activating his comm to record a transmission for Plo. He explained their situation briefly and sent their location, requesting immediate evac. He knew they’d be safe from those deep below the bunker—the strong lock held firm even when, during the fight, the others were banging on the door to get through. His concern lied with y/n. His eyes trailed as her head began to dip, only for her to jerk back. This happened several times before she gave in and her head dropped. Wolffe figured there would be little harm in allowing her to rest.
The response from Plo came quickly in the form of a holo transmission, notifying Wolffe that the rest of the group from earlier would be there shortly with spare masks for both of them just in case. Wolffe told his general that they would likely be alright without them, but he was grateful nonetheless. He himself was beginning to feel the heavy weariness that y/n described, but he tried to not let it show.
“Mas’er?”
Wolffe turned the camera so it would catch y/n as well and so she could see her Master. Plo’s eyes lit up in a soft smile.
“Hello, young one. How are you?”
“Real… tired,” she breathed.
“Are you able to breathe well enough with Wolffe’s helmet?”
“I thinkso. ‘s big.”
“That it is. Help is on the way, y/n. You and Wolffe must hang on for a few more minutes.”
Wolffe’s cracked visor lit up, saying that the oxygen levels in the air were severely depleted. He began to draw slower breaths both to save air and stave off panic.
He had nearly suffocated in an incident years ago that gave him a case of claustrophobia. That day, had it not been for Ahsoka Tano’s persistence and Plo Koon’s innovative tactics, his brothers and he would have died agonizing deaths in the endless vacuum of space. It took a moment to regain composure, and when he did, he tuned back in to hear y/n asking if he was alright.
“I’m fine, commander. Just feeling a little bit crammed.”
Plo announced, “The shuttle should be arriving now.”
As if on queue, the padawan’s comm light blinked with an incoming call and she took it, Boost’s proud voice coming through, “We’re landing at your location now—that huge beast from earlier was out here. Turns out, he doesn’t like bright lights shining on him. He ran off like a scared tooka.”
“Thank the force,” she said, helmet smacking the wall behind her.
Wolffe got up gingerly, nursing his aching limbs. Every movement pulled at his quickly draining energy. He made his way to the door and unlocked it, opening it to to reveal the gunship with open doors awaiting them. He ended the call with Plo and turned back to y/n, who was attempting to get to her feet.
“Sinker, Boost, come here!”
He turned back to retrieve y/n. For as light as she was, in his weakened state, he failed to support her. His head spun. He rested a hand on the wall as his brothers lifted the girl. Sinker made sure that Boost had her and turned to Wolffe just as his visor warned him that the oxygen had reached dangerously low levels.
“My… air is… running out,” he panted.
He blinked and suddenly he was being half-dragged back to the gunship. He heard Sinker call for an oxygen mask just before he blacked out.
You drew a long breath. The air refreshed your lungs in a crisp, clean wave that made you feel alive. Exhaling, you focused on the warmth of the air as it left your mouth, gracing your teeth. Your eyes drifted open and you rolled to your side, entire body stiff from lying still for what must have been weeks. The med-wing was relatively quiet and the lights were turned low. Perhaps it was night.
Time passed slowly but you were too awake to fall back asleep. Heck, you had never felt so alive. For a while, you debated unhooking yourself from the machines and going to your quarters. Before your mind was made up, a doctor came in and greeted you, telling you you were free to leave at any time. He informed you that you were quite lucky—your injuries were not severe enough to warrant surgery. Bacta had done the job. You had been under sedation for three days while the worst of your injuries healed. You thanked him and within the hour, you were on your way to visit with Master Plo.
You found the distinguished general on the bridge. Standing next to him in uniform was a healthy-looking, very alive Wolffe. They both noticed you simultaneously. Without missing a beat, you sprinted to Wolffe and trapped him into as big a hug as you could muster. He gently returned the embrace. You nestled your face into his chest, ignoring any possible stares.
“Thank you so much for everything you did, Wolffe. You saved my life,”
You could hear his smile through the rumble of his voice, “You know, lil pup, you’ve saved my life many more times than I can count. I should be thanking you.”
“I believe that both of you displayed incredible courage through those trials,” came Plo’s interjection.
You released Wolffe to hug your master.
“Thank you, master,” your voice was muffled in his cloaks, “without your training, I wouldn’t have survived a second down there.”
“You have good instincts and a strong connection with the force, young one. You would have found a way—I have no doubt,” he hummed, holding you at arms length. Then he looked between you and Wolffe, a large smile in his eyes. With a hand on each of your shoulders, and a confidence about his poise, he concluded, “I’m very proud of you both.”
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There's people who comment on my stories, disappear for months at a time, then comment when they catch up and I almost always remember their tagnames. It means the WORLD to me as a writer to have people who comment both regularly and irregularly on my stories/oneshots/moodboards.
When you guys go away for a few weeks or months... we notice! We hope you're okay and just taking a break, and when you come back rested and excited to read more stories, we're so happy to have you back.
So yes, please comment on stories even if it's once in a blue moon. You're not annoying, you're not overbearing for multiple comments or being super excited. You're helping fuel a writer to keep writing just to see what you have to say next about the next chapter! You're doing the Lord's work with your comments!
Whether you leave a Russian novel in a comment, or just go "noice", like... it makes the writer brain go !!!!!!💞
