I Feel Like The Clones Who Are In The Best Position To Pursue Their Cyares Are The Coruscant Guard. They're

I feel like the clones who are in the best position to pursue their cyares are the Coruscant Guard. They're stationed in the same places on Coruscant most of the time, have time and access to keep tabs on their darling, not constantly on the move.

If one were to take particular interest in a sweet civilian they met, they would be very hard to not run into if you were avoiding them.

But, please don't anyways,

They're only trying to protect you ❤️

Hunger | Coriolanus Snow

From the moment your husband introduces to President Snow, you're untethered, as if the very floor was ripped from underneath you.

Warnings: NON-CON, District 12! Reader, Covey! Reader, Housewife Kink, Manipulation, Somnophilia, Breeding Kink, Chasing

This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.

Nervousness wrenches your insides as you peer at the proceedings from afar. Another gala to raise funds in order to quell a budding rebellion in the Districts. The second one this year. 

They always leave you feeling sour. It’s not like the Districts have no reason to start an uprising. The next reaping is fastly approaching and you’d rage too if your family was to go through that again.

You take a tiny sip from your glass of posca, mindful not to overindulge. The diluted, aromatic wine is far stronger than one would imagine. But a slight dash of intoxication is the only way you can see yourself getting through the night. Crowds always made you anxious, but a gathering of Capitol citizens stirs a particular discomfort in you. 

You’re not one of them and you often wonder if they can tell, sense a whiff of District 12 on you. The foul stench of unbelonging. Perhaps in the manner you speak or your stance. You’ve never managed to perfectly mimic the way Capitol ladies carry themselves, born from a lifetime of practicing poise and etiquette. After all, you are an outsider, and always will be.

Regardless of how many galas you attend, fashionable dresses you order to match the quickly changing trends of the Capitol, effort you exert to erase your thick Covey accent…it seems someone can always tell there’s more to you.

It’s in that mocking glint in their eyes, that sneering lilt in their voice.

To them, you’ll never be more than District rabble. 

Which is exactly why you despise these events. But your husband insisted. He’s working hard to impress his boss, the most important man in all of Panem, and you can’t let him down.

You must be the picture of charm. Laugh at every joke, nod your head when a serious topic is being broached, display interest when personal stories are being shared.

You place a hand on your roaring stomach, a frown creasing your brow. You haven’t swallowed a bite the entire day, too anxious about how tonight would go.

Your gaze darts about the room. The tantalizing spread of appetizers in the middle of the room seems to be calling your name. Your mouth waters.

Without a thought, your feet glide across the marble tiles. A little self-conscious, hesitation tingles at your fingertips as they drum by one of the silver platters. Another pang of hunger pierces your insides at the sight of the food. You cave in, picking up a tiny sandwich from a plate. Your eyes close, angels singing in your mouth as delicious aromas trickle on your tongue. 

“Sweetie, there’s someone you must meet,” your husband chimes at your back.

Still chewing on a mouthful of meat and bread, you whirl. Your eyes bulge. Startled, you nearly suffocate on your food.

You quickly wipe your mouth as heat rushes to your cheeks.

You’ve seen his face before. The murky screens do not do justice to his dashing looks.

“President Snow. It’s a pleasure. Apologies, I was…”

A smile ghosts over his lips as he drinks you in, his cerulean gaze dragging over your frame. “No apologies,” he answers silkily. “I’m glad you’re enjoying the food. At least someone is.”

He picks up your hand and presses an ephemeral peck on the back of it. You turn to Henry. The shock adorning your husband’s face mirrors yours.

President Snow’s lips curl skywards.

He lets go of your hand and adds, “It’s nice putting a face to your name. Henry is always raving about you.”

You shake your head, eyes bashfully finding the floor. “Oh, I’m sure he isn’t,” you mumble.

The blonde hums as if to disagree. He bends close to your ear.

“He’s always lauding what a wonderful wife you are, dutiful, sweet…”

…Makes me almost jealous.

Your head whips up.

You blink at the whispered words, barely above a breath. Maybe you heard wrong. It’s hard to tell, the way Snow gauges you, that subtle smile still decorating his handsome face.

He asks you trivial questions about how you’re settling in and how you’re enjoying your life in the Capitol. You answer every time, ignoring the chill dancing at the base of your spine.

His scrutiny swells your unease.

So as soon as the conversation veers away from you and towards the topics of lawmaking and taxes, you snatch the opportunity to excuse yourself.

You give an apologetic smile to your husband.

“Henry, maybe I should go. I’m not feeling too hot.”

He scowls at you. “You want us to leave already?” Disappointment bleeds in his tone. A thick layer of shame settles in the pit of your stomach. You’re being a bad wife.

“You can stay, even if I go,” you try to offer.

“There’s still so many people we haven’t talked to…” Henry argues.

You deflate. You suppose it would be uncouth to leave too early.

To your surprise, President Snow’s smooth lilt interjects, “If your wife is unwell, you both should go.”

You gape at him. A strange glint bounces in his cerulean orbs and unease flutters through you once more. 

Henry sighs, grabbing your hand.

“Alright. I’ll go fetch the car.” 

He gives the blond a formal salute before dragging you away.

As the two of you leave, the heat of Snow’s attention prickles along your spine.

“Did he say something to you?”

Gasping, you turn to your husband. He pointedly looks at you and you shift awkwardly in the passenger seat. 

“What?” you say, taken aback by his sudden question. 

He studies you for a while before his gaze drifts back to the road.

“Snow. He said something to you, didn’t he?”

Your chest clenches. Faking nonchalance, you shrug and reply lightly, “Just a joke but I didn’t understand it.”

The days soar by, humdrum and uneventful. You file away the strange moment at the gala and return to your everyday life. Henry occupies most of your time but when you’re not catering to him, you tend to the house and read. And during stolen moments…you play and sing. Henry doesn’t know, of course. It’s a life you left behind, or are supposed to at least. 

You’re the wife of a Capitol official, not some District balladeer peddling song for coin.

But you can’t help it. 

Singing reminds you of home. Of endless green meadows and lazy afternoons by the river. Your life from before may have been uncertain but you find yourself missing it at times. Missing the freedom to do and act as you pleased.

An orphan like so many others, the Covey were the only family you ever knew. Then you met Henry. Henry who spoke so sweetly to you and gazed at you with warm brown eyes. And he became your family. He didn’t care that you were from a District or that your manners were lacking. He embraced you.

And now you wish to support him in all that he does. Even if it means tossing away parts of yourself.

The front door cracks open, halting the path of the needle between your fingers. A smile blooms on your lips as you place Henry’s shirt on a nearby table. You can resume fixing the buttons on it later. You rise from the armchair and make your way to him. You help him out of his coat, noting the excitement radiating off his frame.

He’s not usually this ecstatic after a day of work. You tilt your head in puzzlement.

He hugs you before announcing, “We have a guest tomorrow, a very important guest.”

“Oh,” you reply, tamping down your concern. The apartment isn’t exactly ready for guests, much less important ones. The fridge needs to be stocked and the furniture requires thorough dusting.

“Yes, I was mentioning what a wonderful cook you are and he said he hasn’t had a home cooked meal in a while.”

“Who?” you ask, your curiosity peaking.

“President Snow,” Henry replies with a victorious grin.

Dread and confusion collide inside you. Why would President Snow visit you and your husband of all people? While Henry’s been rising in ranks quite fast, you can’t picture the leader of the country making time for people like you.

But you don’t voice these thoughts, instead you inquire, “Are you sure my cooking will be enough for him? His palate is used to those fancy meals at the Capitol.”

He cradles your face and plants a kiss on your forehead.

“Don’t doubt yourself, honey. You’re an amazing cook.”

“I just don’t want to let you down,” you confess, anxiously chewing on your lip.

“You won’t,” he assures. His chestnut gaze dives into yours. “This could be a great opportunity for us. Imagine what being close to Snow could do for our lives. He could promote me. We could even move to a bigger place.”

Your brows knit. “I love our place.”

Henry laughs. “Yes but the day we expand our family, you have to admit it’ll be a little small.”

You peer at your surroundings. Every corner of the little house harbors a beloved memory. You’d hate leaving it behind, but you suppose he’s right. You might outgrow it one day.

Henry frames your chin to draw your focus back to him.

“Just be yourself,” he says. “Your kind, sweet, wonderful self and all will be well.”

Nodding, you give a feeble smile.

“Understood.”

The next day is spent meticulously cleaning every inch of the house. For hours you’re anxious, wondering what to say or do, how to behave. You don’t have the natural wit and charm to impress someone like Coriolanus Snow. You keep worrying you’ll speak out of turn and embarrass Henry. Preparing dinner is the only time your mind is at rest. You stir the vegetables in the stew, smiling as the delectable scent fills your nostrils. It’s simmered for hours to create a rich flavor. It’s only your second time trying this recipe so you’re a bit nervous. Henry adored it but he’s your husband. You don’t know if President Snow’s delicate taste buds will find your meals to his liking.

You’re slightly more confident about your strawberry cake. While you struggled with it at first, the frosting never quite coming out the way you wanted, it’s now turned into one of your specialties.

The doorbell rings and you freeze. You glance up at the clock hanging near the stove. Already? Time has flown and you didn’t notice.

As you approach the door, you smooth out the wrinkles in your apron and straighten your spine. You take a deep breath before opening the door. 

A wobbly smile cants your lips upwards. 

“President Snow, it’s an honor,” you greet cheerfully.

The tall blond crosses the threshold after your husband. You take him in, trying to girdle your apprehension. He casts an imposing figure with his slicked back silver locks and tailored purple suit, the signature white rose pinned to his left breast pocket as always.

An aura of authority seems to follow him wherever he goes. 

“Please, the honor is mine,” Snow says. His sky gaze roams across the living room. His expression is unreadable and you feel a bit self-conscious. It’s likely not as luxurious as what he’s used to. But to your surprise, he looks right at you and says, “What a lovely abode.”

His nose twitches as he hums, “I smell something heavenly, for me perhaps?”

You nod.

“I made beef stew.”

“Wonderful.”

Your cheeks warm at the compliment. 

“Shall we sit?” Henry says, escorting him to the dining room.

You rush to the kitchen and throw your apron on a chair. Inhaling a lungful of nerve, you slip on gloves and grab the pot from the stove. Slowly, you bring out the food. Your skin tingles with the weight of Snow’s eyes on you. 

You ladle out the stew on each plate. When you circle the table to serve Snow, you feel the faintest brush of fingertips over your hip. You flinch.

When you look at him, an almost imperceptible smile hovers on his lips. You blink and it almost seems like it’s gone, as if you dreamt the entire instant. The ladle wavers in your hand.

Did he mean to do that? Once again, you question your own senses, your sanity. It was a fleeting touch, the accidental kind that occurs everyday. But somehow your nerves are agitated with this mere, insignificant second.

Quickly, you round the table and plop down in the chair next to your husband. He squeezes your hand beneath the table, his brown gaze spelling “good job”. Relief sits inside you. You spent all day agonizing over every aspect of tonight so it’s nice to know Henry appreciates your efforts at least.

Everyone starts eating, your husband and Snow engaging in topics you only listen to with half an ear. Instead you focus on your plate, swallowing tiny bites of the stew. 

The flavor is nice and rich, just like you hoped, and pride trickles inside you.

“You’re so silent. Are we boring you?”

Snow’s abrupt statement yanks a sharp gasp from you. Your head snaps up. You realize both he and Henry are staring at you. Your face warms.

“N-No, I just don’t have anything interesting to contribute,” you stammer, your head dipping. 

“My wife has no mind for politics, I’m afraid,” Henry chuckles. 

Your mouth screws shut, your fingers tightening around your spoon. It’s more that your opinions differ vastly and there are things Henry prefers you don’t say aloud.

A crooked smirk blooms on Snow’s lips.

“Ah, a pretty, silent one. I believe you lucked out with this one, Henry.”

Your teeth grind as your brows twitch. Pretty and silent. You don’t know why the words chafe you, cutting into you as deep as a knife. 

You rise from your chair and grab your near empty plate. 

“I should go clean the kitchen,” you announce with a terse smile.

You don’t look back as you walk away, berating yourself with every step.

This isn’t how one should behave in front of him. But you also don’t think you can spend another second in his presence.

You rub the sponge over the top of the stove, satisfaction trickling inside you as the grease and sauce stains are wiped away. You bask in the calm, concentrated on your task. 

A warm breath tickles the shell of your ear.

“You seemed peeved before.”

Sucking a sharp breath, you whirl on your heels. Your hand spreads over your chest as your vision is filled with the towering frame of President Snow. His stance is relaxed as he peers at you curiously.

“You scared me…President.”

He ignores your reaction, continuing his statement from before, “When we were discussing the next reaping.”

You shake your head. “I wasn’t peeved.”

“Your face, it did that thing.” Your forehead creases. He inches closer. The scent of roses, thick and heady, coats your senses. Your head starts spinning. “Like now. It bothered you.”

Panic flutters through you. This is a man who could have you hanged or jailed for saying the wrong thing. But something about his expression tells you he won’t relent, that he'll only take the truth and nothing else.

So your heart spills out of you.

“In an ideal world, we wouldn’t need the Hunger Games. They are…” You trail off, remembering yourself, who you’re speaking to. You bite down your feelings and go quiet.

But Snow bends over you, crowding your space as your back hits the edge of the stove.

“What? Barbaric? Cruel?” He chuckles and goosebumps rise on your flesh. “But we do need them, dove. Every single year. So the districts never forget their place, and most importantly ours.”

Your lip quakes. Snow’s gaze follows the motion, his lips slanting lopsidedly.

“Such a sweet soul,” he whispers.

He suddenly backs away from you. Air rushes back to your lungs.

“It’s late. I should take my leave. Thank you for a most…enlightening dinner.”

You resume your life and, for a while, everything is normal. Henry doesn’t talk about that night again and neither do you, the both of you bonded by that silent agreement. Maybe he saw Snow talking to you in the kitchen, maybe he didn’t. You’ll never know as he keeps his thoughts to himself, throwing himself into his work and acting like his usual self. 

And if there’s a bit more distance between the two of you in the marital bed, you try not to let it bother you. With time, the strangeness will fade and you and Henry will be back on track, trying for a child and enjoying marital bliss.

Though one evening, things are anything but normal. In fact, the world all but ends.

Your husband peruses the notice letter for rent once more. The blood seems to leave his face.

He runs his fingers through his dark curls.

“I don’t understand.”

Hands resting on his shoulders, your heart skips a beat as you read the neat printed letters.

Rent in your building has doubled overnight. If you and your husband do not pay up by next week, you will be evicted. Houseless.

Hell, you might even be sent back to your district. Your heart plummets to your feet. Your knees buckle underneath you. Henry catches you before you fall, leading you to the sofa as panicked breaths rush through your lungs.

He hunkers in front of you and holds your hands.

“I promise you I’ll find a way. Take out a loan or-”

“A loan we won’t be able to pay back?”

His jaw clenches. “Just let me handle it, okay?”

Though doubts creep inside you, you nod.

The days race along, tension growing each day as the deadline is approaching. Only three days. In just three days, you and your husband will be evicted unless a miracle happens.

And you conclude from the dark circles under Henry’s eyes and the way he barely answers when you speak to him, that he’s as clueless as you are.

There is no solution. Once again, the Capitol and its arbitrary rules strike.

So you come to a decision.

A decision that leads you in front of the biggest mansion in the entire Capitol. President Coriolanus Snow’s house. You suck in a wide lungful, quelling a shudder at the sight of the blue-clad peacekeepers lining the walls.

You stride towards the massive entrance gates. White roses twine around the wrought iron, their thorns seeming as sharp as knives. 

You gather your nerves and lift a tremulous hand towards the intercom.

Before you can even state your matter, a disembodied, feminine voice rises from the device.

“Do you have an appointment?” the woman asks stiffly.

Hasty words pour out of you. “No, but I just need a minute-”

“President Snow doesn’t accept any visitors,” she responds harshly.

Your heart sinks. Of course he doesn’t. It was naive of you to cling to the illusory hope he’d see you anyway. Just for one dinner he likely forgot about. He’s the president. There are crucial matters that perpetually call for his attention. A myriad of things bigger and more important than a single Capitol citizen’s rent issues.

Still, you elect to try again, remembering the imminent deadline.

“Please,” you beg. “It’s very important.”

A distorted sigh ripples from the intercom.

“If you do not leave the premises, we will be compelled to remove you from the property, miss.”

One of the peacekeepers posted at the gates looks straight at you, his hand tightening over the rear of his machine gun. A wave of ice spreads through your veins.

You swallow and step back, accepting your defeat. Burning with shame, you start walking away from the mansion.

But you’re hardly a feet away, as the same voice from before erupts again, much softer this time. 

“My apologies, miss. I didn’t realize you were a close friend of President Snow.”

Your jaw hangs slack as you turn.

A woman with long dark hair appears through the open gates.

“Please, follow me,” she says as she approaches you. “The president will see you right away.”

Still steeped in utter shock, you acquiesce. You trail behind her. You can’t help but allow your eyes to wander as the woman escorts you through a dizzying series of hallways. While the front of the mansion is impressive with its lavish gardens and striking architecture, the inside is just as grandiose. You feel small as your gaze rests on all the sculptures and paintings decorating every corner of the house. Everywhere you look, there is something beautiful and eye-catching. The entire house is like a museum, meant to be admired rather than lived in.

Eventually the woman halts in front of a mahogany door. She tugs on the brass handles and stands to the side, making room for you to walk in. You mumble ‘thank you’ under your breath as you stumble inside the office.

President Snow’s blue eyes crinkle when they rest on you.

“Hello, dove. Why don’t you have a seat?” he offers, pointing at the chair before his desk. 

Licking your lips, you do as he says. Despite the softness of the plush upholstery you sit on, your nerves flare up. You had an entire speech ready, one you practiced on the way here. 

But now that you’re here, his intense focus pinned on you, you’re at a loss. 

Shaky words trickle out of your mouth.

“President Snow. I know you must be so busy…”

“Nonsense,” he interrupts, leaning back in his leather chair. “I always find time for my friends.”

You swallow the lump in your throat.

“T-That’s a relief to hear,” you stammer.

A maid brings a kettle and biscuits on a silver platter. 

“Tea?” Snow asks as he picks up the kettle.

“No, thank you.”

As Snow pours himself a cup, you ponder your next words. You don’t want to seem greedy but you can’t think of an elegant way to state your purpose.

So you settle for the truth.

“I came because…my husband and I are in a bit of trouble.”

Snow scrutinizes you for a while. Your stomach tightens. 

He then gives a sluggish nod, bending forwards as his fingers lace together.

“Do tell me everything, dove.”

You do exactly that. Snow is silent as your trembling voice fills his office. No word leaves his mouth while he listens. You don’t skip out a single detail, making a point to emphasize what consequences could befall upon you and your husband should you fail to meet the deadline. 

When you’re done, he sips from his tea cup and hums, “How unfortunate.”

“Can’t it be undone? I mean, couldn’t you…”

He chuckles along the porcelain rim of his cup. “I’m not responsible for every law and charter. I approve them, of course, but there are committees, councils. Each law serves the betterment of Panem as a whole. I can’t undo what has been done. I mean, how would this look to the rest of the Capitol? Like I have a different set of rules for my friends? I have to look impartial.” Heaving out a deep sigh, he sets his cup down.  “Apologies, dove, my hands are tied.”

The world seems to collapse around you. Your stomach sinks.

You surmise it was too big an ask, even for the President of Panem. You can’t expect special treatment. It was silly of you to even come hoping for anything resembling that.

You were foolish. Now you must collect the pathetic remnants of your dignity and take your leave.

Gulping down the tears pressing at the back of your eyes, you nod. 

“I’m sorry I asked,” you croak, already beginning to rise from your chair.

His deep lilt pauses your motion.

“But I suppose…there could be a solution. An alternative.”

Your brow furrows as you drop back on the chair.

“An alternative?”

“I could cover the difference.”

Your mouth nearly hits the floor. Snow using his own funds to help? It could be the very miracle you and your husband waited for. You would have to pay him back over time, of course. But for now, it would allow you and Henry to keep the apartment.

It’s a godsend.

“You would do that for us?” you mutter, shock stealing your air.

His reply is nonchalant. “Yes. I’d simply file it under my own personal investments.” Slanting his head sideways, he studies you. “I’d just ask for a small favor in exchange.”

“A favor?”

You wonder what kind of favor you could do for someone like Coriolanus Snow, the man who has everything and more. Gaping at him, you wait for him to elaborate.

He leans forward, crossing his arms over his desk.

“It’s not much but it would mean the world to me. The house needs some upkeep. Just a few light chores here and there. No cleaning, of course; I have an entire staff in charge of that. But the garden needs tending.” His inflection softens as he takes you in. “A home cooked meal every now and then would be nice, and I might sometimes ask you to join me for tea and conversation…” Mirth sways in his cerulean orbs. “As dreadful as that may sound.”

You move your head in assent.

“I think I can do that. But w-why me?”

He gives a long exhale, resting his jaw in his hand.

“Honestly dove? You’d be the one doing me a favor. All day, I’m surrounded by vultures.” Snow rolls his eyes skyward. “Sycophants who placate me with false smiles and honeyed lies.” His tone warms when his gaze falls back on you. “I simply wish to return home to someone genuine, someone who would never lie to me. And you wouldn’t, would you?”

“W-What?”

“Lie to me.”

Your skin heats under his scrutiny. 

Trying not to squirm, you sputter, “Never, sir.”

“Music to my ears,” the young president croons.

It’s not sounding like more work than what you do at home. You can already hear Henry’s discontent echoing in your head. You won’t have as much time for him. That too will be yet another adjustment.

But what other option is there? Even the family of four above yours had to move, unable to keep up with the sudden rent increase. You and Henry could be next.

“I…W-When do I start?”

The corners of Snow’s lips tug upwards.

“How does tomorrow sound?”

“You’re going to work for him?”

Henry’s displeasure ripples through you. You twine your hands and cast him an apologetic look. He despises that you went behind his back; you know that. But Henry ran himself ragged trying to come up with a solution. You didn’t want him to carry the burden on his own. That is not what a marriage is.

“He needs a housekeeper, of sorts. And he paid this month’s rent and the next upfront.”

Henry’s brows crumple. “Still, that’s…” Shoulders sagging, he crashes onto the sofa. The built-up exhaustion of the last few days seems to return all at once. You know he hasn’t slept a wink this whole week. Heart squeezing, you join his side and cradle his hand in your lap. Henry’s voice is dripping with shame and regret. “The entire reason I moved us here is so you never have to want for anything, so you wouldn’t have to work or suffer another day in this life.” His head dips. “I failed you.”

You cup his face, plunging your eyes into his.

“You didn’t fail me. And I won’t suffer. Sometimes life throws you lemons and you just have to squeeze those suckers dry.”

A hollow chuckle slips through his lips.

You run your thumbs over his growing beard.

"Listen, I know this wasn’t in our plans, but it’s just for now. In time, we’ll figure something out but I have to do this.” You lean your forehead against his. “For us.”

“Okay,” he belatedly concedes. He pulls your hands to his chest, kissing your knuckles.

“Just come home when you’re done.”

“I will,” you promise. 

The first day slogs forth without a hitch. A car picks you up in the morning and drops you off at President Snow’s estate. The dark-haired woman from before welcomes you, introduces you to the staff and walks you through your duties. You learn her name is Ariadne. 

You spend most of the day busy in the garden and library. Snow’s garden of roses might be one of the hidden treasures of Panem. Taking care of it is a pleasure and you even give yourself some minutes to bask in the sun’s warmth. 

The library shelves need dusting and you tend to this task as well, humming familiar tunes to yourself while working. It is no harm if no one is around to hear you sing. 

You don’t get bored as there’s always a task requiring your attention in the massive house. 

When stars begin to dust the darkening sky, you rush to the kitchen. You get started on dinner. Staff members give you space to work and you’re grateful. You don’t like being ogled while you cook. You marvel at the gold, high-end appliances as you knead your dough. The kitchen is pristine, like everything else in the house. You settle for something simple, hearty and warm. There is no point in pretending you’re some fancy chef when you’re not. If it’s what Snow desired, he’d have hired one. There’s a plethora of them in the Capitol for him to choose from after all. And they’d all line up outside his house in a heartbeat if he requested it.

You stand nervous, hands folded in your lap as the meal you prepared is brought out onto silver plates. You spent hours on it. Hopefully he likes it.

“This smells like heaven,” Snow purrs.

He then points at the chair next to his on the long table.

“Have a seat.”

Your eyes bulge. Not only are you stunned by his request, as there are so many other chairs on the gigantic dinner table, but you were hoping to return home to Henry once dinner was served.

 “Oh, I thought…”

He smiles at you. “I hate dining alone.”

You consider arguing. But as you remember all that you owe him, your mouth squeezes shut. You give a meek nod and drag your feet to the chair.

“Of course.”

You pick up your knife and fork…one of the knives and forks. You choose at random, unsure what purpose each of the cutlery items serves.

A smile waltzes upon Snow’s lips as he watches you. Shame pools in your gut. You feel like you’re making a fool of yourself.

He takes a bite of food and hums low in his throat, his eyes closing.

“Your cooking never fails to amaze, dove,” he lauds. Blue eyes search your face. “Are you hiding other talents from me?”

Your eyes lock onto your napkin, following the swirl of the flower patterns sewn in the corners. “I don’t think so,” you mumble.

Dinner continues in silence, only occasionally shattered by Snow’s sounds of delight and words of praise. Your own bites are small. While you’re glad it turned out the way you wanted, you’d rather save your appetite for home.

When a maid brings tea after the meal, Snow raises a dismissive hand.

“We’ll have tea and cakes in the study,” he announces.

Your face scrunches. “But it’s getting late. I should-”

“I must insist,” he interrupts. He rises from his seat and offers you his outstretched hand. 

His smile broadens.

“You would rob me of your company so swiftly, dove? How cruel of you.”

Reluctantly, you accept the hand he gives you. He helps you out of your chair and motions at you to follow him.

The both of you end up in his study, sitting by the fire. Tea is placed on the small table between you. Coriolanus takes a slow sip while you fiddle with your hands.

His cerulean gaze locks with yours.

“That song you were humming earlier.”

Your chest seizes.

The loud thudding of your heart fills your ears. You swallow thickly. 

“A song?”

“Yes,” he says absently, adding another spoonful of sugar to his cup. He gives a small stir before bringing it to his lips again. “I heard it as I walked by the library.”

You try not to let your panic show, cloaking yourself in false nonchalance. You thought you were discreet, quiet almost.

“Ah, that. It’s nothing,” you elude.

“No, it was lovely. You have the voice of an angel.” 

The compliment leaves you speechless.

But his next words tie your stomach in knots.

“I want to hear it again.”

“I don’t really…perform for audiences.”

“You mean since you left the Covey?”

Mouth agape, you stare at him. How did he find out? You don’t remember ever bringing it up. In fact, you wouldn’t. You expend great effort to hide your past on a daily basis.

Your reaction draws a snort from him. Amusement bounces in his orbs.

“Come on, dove, that accent…It might fool others but not me.”

“I don’t sing anymore,” you state firmly. 

Even if you did, you wouldn’t do it for Coriolanus Snow. Not of your own free will.

He smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes. His inflection becomes sharp, all softness evanescing. “Remember when I told you that I hated lies?” His pointed gaze sends chills through your body. “Sing for me, dove.”

Your mouth goes dry as sand. 

You understand his words for what they are. An order from your president. A strange order…but an order nonetheless.

You don’t get to refuse. You’re to sing for him, whether it pleases you or not.

Like a bird in a cage.

So you do it. Your lips fall open and clear, soft notes rise out of you. A traditional song your mother taught you. It tells the story of a girl who meets a boy with ocean eyes, how she drowns in them but the fall is like rising to heaven. 

As your voice fills his office, Snow’s scorching gaze doesn’t leave you.

When the song is done, he doesn’t applaud or praise you.

Instead, his eyes bear into you for what feels like an eternity. You try not to move, though your heart thunders in your chest. 

“See, was that so hard?” he asks, that cocky smile still adorning his lips. You don’t reply, your throat ablaze. It felt as if you didn’t belong to yourself just then. And it terrifies you. He slides your untouched cup towards you. “Drink your tea before it gets cold. Then, you can go home.”

Without a protest, you lift the cup to your mouth. One measly cup of tea and you’ll get to go home. Then this uncomfortable evening can end. Finally.

But as the liquid trickles inside your mouth, tendrils of darkness lurk in your vision. Your body gets heavier. So heavy you can’t hold the cup anymore, or even yourself. The porcelain dish vanishes from your hands. You sag into your chair.

Progressively, colors dim around you. 

Then sleep drags you down into a rabbit hole of utter oblivion. And all is blackness.

Softness like you’ve never felt before greets you when you awake. Like being embraced by fluffy clouds. For a while, you linger in the comfortable sensation, humming against the plush blankets. But as your eyes land on the thin slice of sunlight spilling from the window, you unleash an audible gasp. 

You bolt in a sitting position. 

Your eyes widen as you find Ariadne observing you between the velvet curtains at the end of the bed.

Gripping the side of your head, you glance at your surroundings. Clearly, you’re in a room. But how did you wind up here? No matter how hard you try, you can’t summon a single memory from last night.

“Ariadne? What happened?” 

She circles the bed to take a seat next to you. Her gentle tone alleviates your rising panic.

“You fell asleep,” she explains. “Master Snow brought you here so you can get some proper rest.” 

You sigh. It does make sense. Though you can’t stamp out the trickle of embarrassment sitting inside you with that knowledge. You dozed off on the job, on your first day. Hopefully, Snow isn’t too offended. 

“I must have been more tired than I thought,” you mutter, looking down.

“He’s gone now; he had urgent business at the Justice Building. But he insisted you eat a proper meal before you go.” She points at the golden food cart near the bed, every tray brimming with pastries, fruits, meats and cheeses. Way more than you could eat in a single meal.

The kind of decadent abundance the Capitol likes to indulge in. 

You politely decline. 

“I can’t…I have to return to my husband. He must be worried sick.”

Ariadne puts a hand on your arm.

“Word has been sent to him that you were simply tending to Master Snow’s needs last night.”

You purse your lips. It’s not ideal but at least he knows you were working. 

“Good,” you reply, nodding.

You yank the blanket off your body, determined to stand up and leave. But as soon as you’re on your feet, you crash back down on the bed, a strange ache awakening in your limbs.

Your forehead creases. You hug your stomach, a vicious cramp creeping there too.

Ariadne’s immediately at your side, placing her hands over your arms.

“Take it easy, miss,” she warns. “You exerted yourself a great deal yesterday.” She beams brightly. “In fact, Master Snow has given you a few days off. He was very satisfied with your work and expects you in three days’ time.”

Your brows rise. “Oh, that’s very generous.”

Her grin expands.

“He is exceedingly pleased with your performance.”

Over the next few weeks, Snow keeps summoning you sporadically. The days you work for him are pretty much the same. You attend to your daily tasks, you cook for him and then the two of you have tea in his study. He has you sing for him sometimes. You’ve learnt to swallow your feelings and perform according to his whim. You don’t even sing to yourself anymore, the exultation you drew from it all but gone. It was a way to stay connected to your Covey roots, to keep your family close to your heart. Now you can’t do it without his icy gaze invading your thoughts.

You often end up incredibly tired on those days, your body aching and sore for hours afterwards. You never imagined working for Coriolanus Snow would drain you so much. Falling asleep in his house even turns into a regular occurrence, happening almost every time you show up for work.

Naturally, Henry isn’t thrilled with that. Every time you come back home, too tired to wait on him hand and foot like you used to, his displeasure grows.

But he’s also yet to find a way to fix the issue, so the two of you must keep working. You’ve already sold everything that you could, clothes, any belonging of slight value. 

The gap is still too vast. 

And the city won’t allow you to apply for another place to live, claiming the waitlist is already sky-high.

Though you resent it, Coriolanus Snow is your only hope.

“You’re not in charge of dinner tonight,” Ariadne announces one night as you fire the stove.

You turn the burners off, your eyes rounding.

“I’m not?” 

A bright smile blooms on the brunette’s face.

“Master Snow is inviting you to dine with him as his guest, to express gratitude for your outstanding work.”

Your lips part in surprise. In the many weeks you’ve worked for President Snow, this has never happened. You have shared meals, of course, but you’ve never received such a formal invitation.

You suppose it’s all a game to Snow, and he simply changes the rules whenever he feels it.

She astonishes you further when she urges you to follow her to one of the guest bedrooms.

Utter dismay fills you.

A white dress lies atop the bed. The sleeveless evening gown looks more expensive than any dress you’ve ever laid eyes on. The delicate white silk flares at the waist, the gigantic, fluffy layered skirt making your head spin already. You imagine how hard it'd be to move in such a dress. Though you surmise it won’t be too much of a concern as you only need to sit through dinner with it.

“Master Snow expects you to wear this tonight,” Ariadne chimes.

She helps you slip on the dress, a task you undoubtedly would have struggled to complete on your own, the many layers of tulle, silk and lace of the huge skirt alone their own challenge.

Eventually, you’re dressed. 

She escorts you to the dinner room. Curious eyes dart about the halls, noting their unusual emptiness. Not a single footman, maid or Avox in sight. 

You’re alone.

“The house is very quiet,” you point out.

Ariadne beams at you from above her shoulder.

“The entire staff’s been sent home. Master Snow wants to wait on you himself tonight.”

Your stomach knots, a foreboding feeling swelling within you.

Still, you glide forward. It’s a little late to turn back.

When you enter the diner room, Snow’s face lights up. He makes his way to you. As usual, he’s dashing, his platinum blonde locks neatly combed back and his crimson suit highlighting his tall frame.

His gaze twinkles as he drinks you in. 

“You’re a vision, dove.” He lifts your hand and brushes his lips over your knuckles. His eyes slam into yours. Time seems to hang still for a few seconds. “As I know you would be.”

Keeping your hand in his, he escorts you to your seat. He pulls your chair for you and you fumble with your skirt a little before finding a comfortable way to sit. 

“So…no maids today?” you say lightly. 

His lips slant. He removes the lid off one of the pots. The mouthwatering smell instantly reaches you. 

“I thought it’d be nicer to enjoy a quiet, private dinner together, as a way to celebrate.”

Your face contorts into a puzzled expression. 

“Celebrate?”

“Your last day as my housekeeper,” he replies cheerfully.

Your heart misses a beat. Is he firing you?

You attempt to tamp down the quake in your voice. You fail miserably.

“Really?”

He gauges you and his smile grows.

“Yes. In fact, you and your husband will never have to worry about rent anymore. Him  especially. Everything’s settled.”

An audible exhale slips through your mouth. 

“This is…I don’t know what to say.”

“You can say thank you.”

“Thank you, President Snow.”

His laugh resonates in the near empty dining room.

“Please, call me Coriolanus.” He ladles soup onto your plate before bending close. You tense as his warm breath ghosts over your temple. “We’re quite…close now, aren’t we, dove?”

You gulp down the lump in your throat.

“I suppose we are…Coriolanus.”

You wince. Uttering his name feels wrong, forbidden almost.

Satisfaction doesn’t part from his handsome features as he regains his seat. He gestures for you to start eating. You feel a bit self-conscious as he observes you intently. 

Still, you do as he heeds, not needing to be told twice. 

The quicker you eat, the quicker you’ll get to be home and out of the uncomfortable dress. 

You groan as your lids flutter, a blurry shape rocking back and forth in your vision. Fatigue tugs at your heavy limbs as you stir. Your forehead scrunches. Your body’s hot, like a furnace, like you’re burning from the inside out. Tingles spark somewhere in you and you keen sharply, leaning into the sensation. Feverish whispers surround you, words you don’t comprehend in your daze.

The pull and tear. The pleasure mingling with the pain. You’re in a strange dream, maybe a nightmare.

Deep-chested grunts land in your ears. You awake further. It’s a voice you recognize, from somewhere…but not like this. Never like this. Something’s wong. Your forehead wrinkles. Something’s wrong but you’re so tired. So so tired. Your mind’s like cotton. Your limbs are as rocks.

As your lids sag, something slams into you. Fast, hard and vicious.

Your heart bounces. Your eyes snap open.

Your stomach drops.

A sinister smile you know too well by now welcomes you.

“Hello, dove. Awake, finally,” Snow whispers, his hips snapping into yours. Your breath catches as his cock grazes against your sweet spots. You clench around him and he chuckles darkly. “That angle always does it for you.” Smugness oozes off his hoarse timbre.

You look up at him. Sweat dots his brow, his tousled blonde locks clinging to his forehead. His blue eyes are cloudy with lust. His white shirt is half open, revealing a glimpse of the bare, glistening muscles underneath.

And as your gaze travels lower, horror flares inside you.

You gape with wide eyes as his veiny length disappears inside you. Again and again. The fluffy white shirt is bunched around your waist, your panties torn, exposing your lower body to President Snow’s lewd scrutiny entirely. His large hands dig into your hips, trailing crescent bruises in the shape of his fingernails.

Your shocked gaze finds his.

His smile expands.

“P-President Snow, what are you doing?” 

You know it’s a stupid question…but you have to make sense of this. Because none of this can be real. Maybe it’s a nightmare and you’re still sleeping.

You gasp as he pushes you into the mattress, piledriving into you at an angle that has you seeing stars.

“Taking what’s mine, of course,” he says matter-of-factly, hooking his arm under your thigh.

He lifts you and spreads you even more. His darkened gaze follows the motion of his cock as he pounds into you, an insatiable look twisting his handsome features. 

Reaching between your tangled bodies, he pinches your tender heap of nerves. He rubs against it, teasing it with maddening circles until your legs quake. You come apart beneath him, crying out as your back arches against the soft sheets.

“Please, stop,” you whimper, tears gathering in your eyes.

Snow’s pace quickens. Ragged moans tear from your throat. Your vision flickers.

He bends over you to lick one of your tears, humming in satisfaction at the taste. 

His lips drag against yours as he asks, “Is it truly what you want? Because it’s kind of hard to tell the way your pussy hugs my cock.” His mouth curves upward against your cheek. “Like it does every time.”

A wave of ice spreads through you. 

Every time? Realization hits you, knife-like as it pierces through the veil of denial. 

Every time…

The pieces fall into place as you remember all those times you fell asleep, unable to recall how you ended up in bed. Tired, confused…sore.

A shudder shoots through your frame.

You twist your body as panic seizes you.

Coriolanus growls when you clamber away from him, heading for the edge of the bed. You curse the pesky gown and the way it hinders your movements.

He yanks you back with ease, gripping the back of your head and shoving you down into the mattress.

Lips graze your earshell as he snarls, “Where are you going? We’re not done. We have to make sure you carry the next Snow heir.” In one stroke, he sinks into you from behind. You choke on your breath, the pain snatching your air. With one hand cinched around the back of your neck, he starts rutting into you. Your bruised folds ache at the blunt invasion. Still, your core clings to him in a way that stirs shame in your gut. “Although after all these times…” You hear the smile in his conceited inflection “It’s a given, isn’t it?”

Your eyes swell with tears. Your lips part in a silent scream. The sick song of flesh against flesh fills the room, mingling with his feral moans. 

Each time your walls tighten around him, bile rises up your throat. 

“What have you done to me?” you sob against the drenched silk sheets.

“Oh, I think you know,” he purrs. His warm breath fans over your scalp. “You can feel it, can’t you? How well your body knows me now, dove.”

His hips stutter, his thrusts getting sloppier. His cock twitches inside you. As warmth trickles alongside your walls, you feel sick again. He remains nestled inside you a while, panting above you and shoving the excess back in as you remain still.

As you feel his digits poke and prod, a chill runs through you. 

You can’t let him touch you again.

You keel over the edge of the bed, heading straight towards the floor. Pain ripples through your knees as they hit the carpet. You’re forced to ignore the crack resounding through your bones, awkwardly getting to your feet and dashing to the wooden swing doors.

Coriolanus’ wicked laugh echoes behind you. 

“Oh, dove, if you wanted to play hide and seek, all you needed to do was to ask,” he taunts.

Terror grips your throat. You ignore it alongside everything else. Alongside the pain, alongside the uncertainty, alongside the fact that you can still feel him inside you. Like you never left the bed. Like you’re still caged in his embrace.

Your legs carry you, barefoot and panicked, as you run through the palatial hallways as fast as the bothersome white dress will allow.

The president’s deep voice bounces against the ornate walls.

“Ready or not, here I come, my darling.”

The blood rushes to your feet. Your head spins and your feet tangle. You trip. Immediately, you gather yourself. You lift the skirt and dive hastily towards the living room. You duck behind a sofa. 

It’s a pathetic place to hide; you know it. But the lavish mansion is nothing but open spaces doused in sunlight. 

There is nowhere to hide.

The clamor of your heart is deafening in your ears as you hear objects crash to the floor a few feet away from you. Hand over your mouth to keep every sound in, you jerk every time the racket grows on the other side of the sofa. 

His frustration coats the air.

“Come out, come out wherever you are, dove,” he calls, his tone icier than before.

You freeze, holding your breath and wishing he doesn’t think to look where you are.

The minutes pass, agonizingly slow. The flimsy hope that he may have left even begins to bloom inside you.

Hot air suddenly breezes over your nape.

“Found you.” 

Your heart leaps to your throat. You go still. Coriolanus hauls you from the floor, half-carrying you and half-lugging you across the living room. You try to bite and claw any part of him you can reach but his hand locks around your throat.

He slams you harshly against a wall. Your head rings, the lines of his face momentarily doubling in your vision. You bite his hand. Cursing under his breath, he bangs your head against the wall again. You go limp.

Through your hazy sight, you note the scarlet trail streaking the back of his hand. You drew blood. Even if you’re lost, you bask in the ephemeral second of victory.

He carries your unmoving form the rest of the way back to his bedroom. You loathe yourself for your stillness. You want to put up a fight. You want to claw. You want to bite. You want to kill him with your bare hands. 

But all you can do is simmer in helplessness as he brings you right back to the very place you tried to escape.

He gently releases you on the bed then climbs over you. Goosebumps erect on your flesh as he caresses the side of your face, a strangely fond gesture considering everything he put you through.

“Please,” you mumble weakly. “You can have anyone you want. I have a husband.”

His face contorts into an expression of pure mockery, as if what you said was beyond ludicrous.

“I don’t want just anyone.” He lifts your chin, scorching blue gaze diving into yours. “I want you.”

“As for your husband…” His voice trails off as he traces your trembling bottom lip with his thumb. A crooked smirk drags his lips skyward. He leans over you to whisper, “Well I did say he’ll never have to worry about rent ever again, didn’t I?”

Your heart sinks. You can’t believe you trusted Coriolanus Snow. A foolish mistake. A dangerous mistake. One you’re now paying dearly. He not only trapped you…he also hurt Henry.

All because of you.

You will never forgive yourself.

“What did you do to him?” you ask, anger and heartbreak making your voice wobble.

A chill-inducing glint dances in his orbs.

“I haven’t done anything.” He cocks his head. “Rebels are criminals of the state and shall be sentenced as such.”

The world collapses around you.

A chasm of despair swallows you whole as quiet tears stream down your face.

As sobs shake your frame, President Snow plants soft kisses on your wet cheeks. You feel him grow hard against your belly as he hums, as if the taste of your hopelessness was ambrosia to him. Heavenly sweet.

He cups your face.

“Do not fret, dove. I’ll make sure you don’t miss a second of his execution.” The emptiness of his blue eyes staggers you, their depths as icy as a frozen lake. “It’s important for all citizens of Panem to learn from watching.”

The expression on his face turns downright diabolical. His knuckles sweep over the apple of your cheek.

“And I want you to learn as you watch the light go out in his eyes, dove, that this was inevitable, that I always win.”

His tone softens as his hands drag over your hips.

“I wonder how many children you’ll give me. Will they all sing as pretty as you?” The hurried rustle of his pants as he frees his cock freezes your blood. He bites his lip, lust already misting his gaze as he prods impatiently at your entrance.

“I suppose we’ll just have to find out,” he croons.

I like the premise of this blog. How about some Wolffe, Comet and Boost being awfully soft and protective of their favorite communications officer who always takes the time to listen and treats them kindly?

Willow and Windchimes

YanderePoly!Wolfpack x Reader ( no clonecest)

The wolfpack fall hard and fast for a pretty communications officer after being harassed by her assistance dog.

Notes: reader has and alert dog to warn her of low blood sugar. I will not go into detail about her condition, only that it is genetic and can make her dizzy and in extreme cases cause seizures

She was fucked.

How had this happened. One moment she had been on the way back to her flagship from her leave on Naboo, next thing she knew she was being lifted god knows how many feet into the air, heading back towards General Koon’s flagship.

She could almost hear her mothers voice.

‘Your too kind, Y/N. Nothing good ever comes with being too nice to anyone’

In Y/N’s defence, being a raging psychopath had never gotten her mother very far either.

Still. Y/N believed that if she had shown a little more spine and put her foot down when their attention became uncomfortable, this would not be happening.

She could remember the day she met them. ‘Them’ being the notorious Wolfpack, a squad led by General Koon’s Commander, Wolfe. A short tempered clone, who, although very competent, was not the easiest man for most to have to interact with.

Y/N could remember the day they met clear as crystal. It had been a rough one. It wasn’t too long after a scuffle with the Separatists and there were communications coming in every second. The com tower had been targeted specifically and while not entirely successful, the Seppies did manage to damage it and make all two way communications nearly impossible.

So while the techies desperately got to work trying to make the physical repairs to the tower, the com officers had to try every trick in the book to get a discernible two way signal. The chaos and work rush had left her unable to eat anything, bringing her blood sugar dangerously low. Her loyal companion, Willow, had been alerting her for an hour now. Bringing her bottle after bottle of juice, that were left to the side of her work station, his nose bops to the thigh getting more and more aggressive. Y/N thought she might bruise.

Having realised that she was not listening to his alerts, Willow started to get more intense with his warnings. Pawing and jumping up onto her lap, trying to get her attention.

All this action had startled the silver tabby tooka on Willows back.

Windchimes, while not technically a medical service animal was overlooked on board by the General, as she not only helped keep Willow calm, but raised moral amongst the crew. Plus the kitchens loved her, the rat and mouse population had never been so easily controlled.

With a decent signal finally sent out, Y/N could finally spare a moment to realise how dizzy and tired she felt, and saw all the juices she had carelessly ignored, her companions watching her intently.

Y/N went to open one of her juices and had just taken a gulp when Willow and Windchimes took off. She didn’t pay it any mind. Sometimes Willow was too good at his job and picked up on the low blood sugar of the crew. None of them seemed to mind too much.

Having finished her drink and gone back to work, Y/N hadn’t noticed that it had been several hours since her dog and tooka had disappeared, the juice bottles on the side of her desk empty.

The yell of commander Wolffe brought her to attention.

“WHO'S DOG IS THIS!?”

‘Oh no’ Y/N thought as she went to retrieve her friends.

She didn’t like conflict in the best of times, with the gentlest of people, but Commander Wolffe scared her. She definitely did not want to get on his radar. Not for her companions harassing him.

When she found the Commander by the mess, she couldn’t help but huff a disbelieving laugh out.

Her dog, with the tooka riding his back, had cornered the Commander by the staff fridge and was currently doing his best to lick his helmet off. Apparently the commander had low blood sugar and Willow had had enough of being ignored.

‘I’m so fired’ Y/N thought hysterically as she passed three snickering clones on the way to retrieve her wayward dog, and his encouraging passenger.

Y/N grabbed the large dog by his harness, Windchimes jumping from his back to her shoulder.

Heaving the determined willow off, Y/N desperately tried to explain herself.

“Commander wolffe sir, I’m so sorry. Willow’s not usually like this. He’s a medical dog sir.”

She finally managed to pull him off of the Commander, as Willow decided he had gotten their attention enough to retrieve a juice for the irate clone. He brought the bottle, very proudly, past a mortified Y/N and pushed it into Wolffe’s thigh, waiting for him to take it and praise him for his hard work.

“Why is he here?” The commander asked, finally taking off his helmet and pinning her with a stony glare.

“Sir, he’s my alert dog. He warns me about low blood sugar before it causes problems for me.”

Willow rammed Wolffe’s thigh again. Y/N cringed.

Firing would be merciful. Wolffe looked like he wanted to throw her to the Seppies.

“Why is he doing that?” The commander asked, irritated at the dogs actions.

Seeking to diffuse the situation and avoid any harm coming to her friend, Y/N takes the bottle of juice from the dogs mouth.

“I guess he thinks you have too low blood sugar sir. It happens sometimes, he alerts the other crew members. Although never this aggressively. I…please don’t have him removed sir, he’s not a bad dog, and I really do need him.”

She gestured to the bottle in her hand.

“If you do what he wants, he will stop sir.” Y/N timidly recommended.

Wolffe once again glared at her, but seemed to want to get the insistent dog off his back so he reluctantly went along, reaching out for the juice in her hand, but Y/N pulled it away. Wolffe looked more annoyed, if that was possible, but Y/N simply pulled a fresh bottle out of the fridge.

“Here, take this one. I’m used to the dog lick, but you shouldn’t have to deal with it.”

She thought she saw surprised gratitude flick swiftly over his features at the simple curtesy. He twisted the cap off the bottle and threw it back like a shot. His features softened slightly at the sweet drink, and that he no longer had a large canine harassing him. Y/N briefly though that he was very handsome when his face wasn’t twisted up.

He threw the bottle out and Y/N went to leave but he spoke again.

“I didn’t say you could leave soldier. What’s your name and rank”

Y/N gulped. This is where she loses her job. She had been so proud of it too. Worked so hard.

“Y/N L/N, sir. I’m a communications officer.”

“And your dog. How did you come to bring him on board?”

“I have permission from the General to bring him with me on missions sir, seeing as he prevents me from being hurt due to my condition. He’s off leash because should I need it he’s been trained to retrieve help, sir.” Y/N nervously explained, her voice shaking and palms sweating.

The clones from before came up behind her, one resting a hand on her shoulder.

“No need to be so scared, Miss L/N. He was just doing his job. RIGHT Wolffe?”

The commander seemed to cool off a bit at his brothers insistence.

“Still doesn’t explain the tooka” wolffe eyed the silver tabby contentedly purring at the chaos around her.

“Ahhhh…emotional support?”

“Emotional support?” Commander wolffe asked incredulously.

“Uhh, Willows shy. He gets stressed easy. Windchimes keeps him calm, let’s him do his job properly. She was actually an alley tooka, so there’s not a lot that scares her, and...yeah…” Y/N awkwardly trailed off.

One of the other clones took his helmet off. He had a strange shaved haircut with two vertical red stripes running from the front of his head from the back. Not the most flattering look, but Y/N wasn’t going to say anything.

“You named your tooka Windchimes?”

“Uhh, yeah. She likes to play with the Windchimes I have at home, soo…”

The other clones, seeing that the trouble had passed took their helmets off too.

The one with silver hair approached her.

“Is she friendly?” He asked, eyeing the tooka with barely contained excitement.

“Most of the time. Just let her sniff you first.” Y/N gently, cautiously took the soldiers hand, bringing it up to hover a few inches infront of her tookas face. Close enough to smell but not so close it would crowd her.

She didn’t have to worry. Windchimes jumped right into his arms, purring her head off. The clone with silver hair caught her and laughed. Cradling her and scratching behind her ears. The last clone, who looked like your average clone save for the shooting star tattoo on his cheek approached Y/N.

“How long have you been stationed on the Triumphant? I haven’t seen either of these two around before.”

He bent down to rub behind Willows ears. The dog seemed thrilled to finally be getting a reward for all his hard work.

“Two months sir, we usually don’t stray far from the mess, sleeping quarters and com tower.”

The Commander approached. Y/N had to resist the urge to step back. She couldn’t however, fully suppress a large wince at the man’s proximity.

He seemed to notice her discomfort at the entire situation, and took mercy on her.

Reaching down he went to rub her dogs side.

“I guess I can’t fault you for doing your job, can I boy?”

Willow seemed entirely too happy with himself. A big dopey grin on his face, his tail going a mile a minute.

Seemingly done with the situation the Commander straightened up.

“You can go back to your quarters now, miss L/N. Try not to let this happen again.

Y/N nodded, relieved that she wasn’t in trouble.

But little did she know, her trouble had only just begun.

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It was nearing the end of another long and hard days work. The Triumphant had been in the outer regions providing backup for General Skywalker and the 501st. Their communications had been patchy since leaving the mid rim and the com officers were working double time to stay on top of all transmissions.

The mission was a success though. From what Y/N could tell the troops had done their jobs and returned with only minor injuries, which wasn’t always the case.

Y/N was shutting down her station, preparing for the shift change when she was approached by three clones. She stood and waited for them to explain what they needed. When they got closer they took off their helmets.

It was the same three clones from the incident with Wolffe.

The one with red stripes must’ve noticed her panicked face. He offered her a gentle smile.

“It’s okay, miss L/N. Your not in any trouble.” He reassured, coming to lean against her desk, facing her.

“Uhh, okay then. Can I, uh, help you with anything?”

At this they turned bashful.

“We were wondering if you wanted to, maybe sit with us in the mess?

You could bring your two friends, I mean if you want. You don’t have too I, we, were just…”

The one with the cheek tattoo staggered off his sentence. They all looked slightly embarrassed and out of place here.

"Uhh, sure. Just give me a couple minutes to finish up here.” Y/N replied, with a small, shy smile.

The clones lit up. Mission successful. They had asked the pretty lady to eat with them. Now they just had to convince Wolffe to actually talk to her, instead of just watch her from a distance, not that they had been much different. She certainly made an impression on all of them.

Even the general had noticed. His Wolfpack's eyes and thoughts seemed to be straying as of late.

Willow chose this moment to make his entry. He trotted right up to the clone with the tattoo and began rubbing and leaning against his leg, Windchimes riding on his back like usual.

“Uhh, what’s he doing? Is he alerting me or something?”

Y/N turned back towards him and saw her friend with the biggest begging eyes he could manage, looking straight into the the clones soul.

“No, no”, Y/N breezily laughed, “he’s just begging. Probably wants attention and food”

The clone almost looked disappointed that he didn’t get to be brought a sweet snack by the sweet ladies dog. But he kneeled down to rub his stomach anyway. Willow flopped and rolled onto his back, forcing Windchimes to jump off with an indignant squawk to avoid being squashed. She soon made herself cozy on Y/N’s shoulder.

The clone with silver hair reached out to pat the tooka, delighting in her purring, as well as the proximity to Y/N.

“We never introduced ourselves did we?” He said, looking a bit flustered at the realisation.

“Name's Sinker ma’am. The one with the stripes is Boost, and the guy on the ground is Comet.” He proudly presented his and his brothers names to her.

“Yeah, and the one who got harassed by this guy was-“

“Commander Wolffe. I’m- I know.”

The clones smiled softly at her, expecting that she would think he held a grudge against her for the incident with Willow, when really, it was the opposite.

“It’s good to be able to put a name to your faces.”

At this the clones froze. Stiffened and some of the ease in the air vanished. Y/N had unknowingly touched a sore spot. They thought she was mocking them for being clones.

Boost then pushed himself off her desk, an unreadable mask on his once easy features.

“Face, more like. There’s not much to see I’m afraid.” He was challenging her. Testing to see if they had made a mistake by seeking her out.

Y/N didn’t notice his challenge and replied without thinking.

“Nah, you all look different to me. Most clones do, actually” she said offhandedly, finishing shutting down her station.

“All done. We can go now if you want…?” She turned back to them, they were all staring hard at her, with what seemed like amazement. Y/N didn’t understand the importance of what she had just said.

“Or not? You guys okay? If you don’t want to go anymore that’s fine, I’ll just-“

“NO!” They yelled in unison, then drew back at the volume of their own voices and the fact that Y/N had recoiled from them, looking away.

Boost then took her hand and gently spoke.

“No, please. We still want to go”

He began to lead her to the mess. Her hand still in his, with Sinker taking the other hand and Comet coming up behind her, standing slightly to the side as he lightly rested his arm around Y/N’s lower back.

All three led the furiously blushing woman to the mess, with Windchimes riding her shoulder and Willow trotting at her heels.

When they arrived at the mess Boost and Sinker managed to find an out of the way table, where they could have some privacy.

They talked and talked and talked for what seemed hours. About any and everything. Y/N noticed how Comet and Sinker seemed to gravitate towards willow and Windchimes respectively.

They seemed stunned when she pointed out how ironic it was. That they kinda matched up. Comet was energetic and friendly, while sinker was more reserved and snippy, but in a funny way.

Real cat and dog people, she called them.

Comet and Sinker were thrilled that she had taken notice enough of them to gauge their personality.

“I’m feeling a little left out here, sweetheart.” Boost had dramatically stated, hand over his heart.

“What about me, am I a cat or dog person.” He was itching for any praise or attention she would spare.

Y/N tilted her head.

“Hmmm, neither. You seem more of a people kinda guy. Good at putting them at ease.” She mused.

Boost preened.

He was about to say something when a gruff voice spoke up behind them.

“Boost, Sinker, Comet. What are you doing here?”

The three of them, plus Y/N stood up to address the Commander.

“Commander Wolffe, just keeping the pretty lady company sir”

The Commander eyed Y/N, and then looked around for Willow, as if concerned he would be jumped again. But Willow had taken off with Windchimes and wasn’t anywhere in sight.

Not wanting to seem rude, Y/N looked up at the Commander.

“Did you want to join us sir? If you have time, that is.” She asked kindly.

Wolffe shared a look with his brothers, as if giving some sort of signal.

The Commander turned back to her, a handsome, not unkind smirk on his face. Y/N felt as though she was looking a loth wolf in the eye, her very soul being observed. His gaze was sharp, strong and held a depth and intelligence she couldn’t begin to describe. He had chosen his name perfectly.

“Sure, if you don’t mind. And when it’s just us, you, me and these idiots”, they all let out various sounds of indignation and insult, “You can just call me Wolffe.” He smiled. Actually smiled. Not a smirk or mocking grin. She thought he had a beautiful smile.

Y/N felt as though she had been granted some kind of unimaginable privilege.

“Yes si- I mean, Wolffe.” She awkwardly stated. But he seemed to enjoy the way she said his name, as he scooted closer to her, their knees and shoulders touching.

“There we go pup. Not so bad now. You don’t have to be scared of me.” He commented softly to her, letting Y/N lean into him and wrapping an arm around her shoulders to pull her close.

Y/N blushed at his nickname. She had not been prepared for a charming and sweet Wolffe. Gruff, arrogant, maybe even rude, yes. But never in a million years did she expect him to be soft and gentle.

Especially with her, after how they met.

“Awww, you made her blush Wolffe.” Boost said, admiring her as if she was some kind of cute baby animal,

“I think your right”, Comet sighed, leaning on his hand looking at her affectionately.

“She is like a little pup.” Sinker came and sat one her other side. “Cute little thing” He commented, resting his head on hers and rubbing her back, encouraging her to sink into their affection. The safetey and warmth of their bodies.

This all seemed to her so sudden. She had met these clones once, and not on very good terms either. Yet here they were, wound around her and staring at her as if they had pined over her for years.

Little did Y/N know, they had been watching her for some time. Keeping an eye on her, learning about her. How she lived, her personality, and watching out for any, undesirables, that may try their luck with sweet Y/N.

They had all come to an agreement. Y/N was the perfect fit for them. Calm and soothing. A sweet balm to come home to. To care for and protect. She would be the packs little pup. And they would keep her with them.

When she had invited Wolffe to join them, that had been the sign they waited for. Wolffe had given them a look that said they could go ahead with their affections, and started to make his own known.

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The Wolfpacks, she could only call it courtship, went in for several weeks. They would eat together, talk and even, when missions allowed, nap together.

Y/N learnt a lot about them in those weeks.

Wolffe got headaches from his eye and was especially irate clingy during them, Boost didn’t especially enjoy his haircut, but he did it for his fallen brothers. Sinker was self conscious about his grey hair, he thinks it makes him look older. Comet is the last survivor of his batch. He chose his name last.

They would talk to her for hours and hours. Speaking about things they had always wanted to say out loud but didn’t think anyone would care about. Their worries, concerns. Their hopes and dreams and random thoughts and curiosities.

Y/N was happy to listen to any and everything the had to say.

She also found out how physically affectionate and attentive these boys could be.

They loved to hug. To comfort and care. They’d treat her with such tenderness and dedication it made her want to cry. No one had ever cared for her like that before. It had always been a ‘take care of yourself’ kind of life for Y/N. Not out of choice, but that’s just the way things happened.

She almost cried at their concern when they started to make sure she was eating enough and staying at healthy blood sugar levels, as opposed to her just waiting until Willow alerted her and then drinking something.

They insisted she nap with them when they were off duty. Stating that they would feel better if they knew she was there with them. Safe and sound. She agreed. Not knowing a single universe where she would give up the opportunity to be comfortably squished between these very large, strong, capable, gorgeous men. She had never slept better than when she was in the middle of a Wolfpack cuddle puddle.

One time some clones from a different squad walked in on their nap time. It was in the barracks and not exactly private but even so, Y/N thought the pack would stir and disperse to save face. However the new clones didn’t blink an eye. Going to form their own sleep pile on the other side of the room. One of them caught her staring in confusion and offered her a smile and a nod, before settling his head down on his brothers shoulder and drifting off.

Wolffe must’ve sensed that she had moved, feeling the cold she supposed.

“Come back here pup. We’re alright.”

He reached a hand out to her, which she took, snuggling into his chest, Sinker's hand resting on her hip and Boost curled around their heads, with his forehead resting on top of Y/N’s. She wasn’t sure where Comet was but there was a warm weight on her thigh that might’ve been him.

“Do all clones sleep like this?” Y/N asked quietly, speaking into Wolffe’s strong, soft chest.

She always thought they would’ve been hard and uncomfortable seeing how strong they were, but she was wrong. They were incredibly strong, but had that layer of fat over their muscles that made them so soft and perfect for cuddling. They never took their shirts off. Never crossed that line with her but she suspected that at the very least Wolffe would have a very nice chest with lots of soft, downy hair on it. It just seemed to fit him. But she would keep those thoughts to herself.

“Most do. Not all”, Wolffe replied quietly, cradling her head to his heart. “It was a way of keeping warm on Kamino when we were cadets and after that a means of comfort.”

Y/N thought that was incredibly sad and cute. Not exactly knowing how to express this she just nuzzled into Wolffe more, reaching out to bring sinker in closer behind her. Comet and boost followed, snuggling in as close as possible without suffocating her.

This was her favourite way to sleep now. Surrounded by her clones with her dog close by and her tooka purring away on top of whatever person she decided to bless with her presence.

It was perfect.

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Things started getting too intense for Y/N’s comfort shortly after the Pack first witnessed her having a seizure.

They knew what was happening of course. She had told them about it in depth. What to do, and what not to do. They had gone over everything. She had had seizures since meeting them. But mostly when they were deployed and not around to make sure she was taking care of herself, so when they saw it for themselves they were terrified.

The 104th had just finished up with a mission. They'd had some casualties and several clones were injured. It had been rough on Wolffe. She had gone to join them, feeling dizzy when she stood up. But she decided she would wait till she got to the barracks to drink something, much to Willow's annoyance.

The dizziness passed after a moment and she made her way towards her Pack.

She had just released Boost from a hug when Willow came up behind her, jumping and signaling that she should get down on the ground when suddenly she just started seizing.

Willow had been through this many times with her and knew exactly what to do. He got underneath where her head would’ve otherwise hid the durasteel floor. Windchimes came up to lay near Willow's head, keeping him company while his poor human shook uncontrollably on his soft belly.

This may have been routine for Willow, Windchimes and Y/N, but to the Pack this a new type of hell. Y/N had gone through what a seizure looked like, but seeing it in person scared them. The helplessness scared them. Their sweet pup was seizing and jumping and shaking on the floor, eyes rolling back into her head and body convulsing as if being shocked, and there was nothing any of them could do but watch and hope she doesn’t hurt herself.

None of the clones could wrap their heads around how something like this could happen in natborns. How could the clones be genetically immune to any and all diseases and conditions, but people who were born naturally had to just hope they wouldn't fall victim to such cruel and unavoidable conditions. It didn’t seem right to them. It SCARED them.

Having sensed the distress of his usually calm Commander, General Koon swept in to see what was happening and if he was needed.

When he saw Y/N on the ground, seizing on top of Willow he understood. A few of the Jedi were also prone to seizures for one reason or another. He put a soothing hand on Wolffe’s shoulder, his presence calm.

“It’s never easy to see anyone like this. But there’s nothing we can do except wait for it to stop.”

“Are you sure there’s nothing that can be done sir? Anything at all?”

Sinker asked almost desperately, Y/N’s twitching reminding him far too much of some of his brother's deaths on the battlefield.

“I know this is distressing. But miss L/N has managed her condition her whole life. She knows what to do. What we can do, Is make sure she doesn’t hurt herself on anything while like this. You do know not to move her yes?”

“Yes sir. She went over it in depth with us sir. We were not to attempt to move or even touch her. To only move dangerous objects out of reach and let Willow do his job”

Comet replied, doing his best not to look at Y/N.

“Very good Comet. And what your not going to do when she comes back to is overcrowd or overwhelm her.”

By now Y/N’s seizing had slowed and a crowd of concerned clones were standing around her.

When she had stopped moving completely, her breathing even and her face smooth, General Koon went to her side. Still not touching her, he hovered a hand over her head. Checking for any abnormalities in her force signature.

He had met Y/N before, when she was brought on board to discuss her condition and the terms for bringing willow and Windchimes on missions. He had found her sweet and quiet. Very shy and kind. He could see why his Wolfpack was so interested in her. Another thing he noted when they had spoken was her force signature. He dedicated to memory what it should feel like so he would know if her seizures had caused any injury.

Thankfully her signature was calm and normal, becoming more active.

Y/N was coming back around.

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The first thing she noticed when she came back around was the Wolfpack. They stood over her, not too close, and they all looked pale, as did the other clones from around the ship who had the misfortune of walking into the scene.

She then noticed General Koon at her side, checking over her.

She went to stand up, gesturing for him to help her, but stooped when at least five clones yelled various things like, ‘STOP!’ ‘’What are you doing?’, ‘stay down there' and, 'we’ll help you’.

Y/N ignored them.

Leaning heavily on the General, she mumbled about wanting to go back to her room, tired from the seizure and flushed at all the attention it had unfortunately gained.

It wasn’t the first time she’d had a seizure in public, nor was she ashamed of her affliction, like her mother had told her she should be, but she never enjoyed the looks of fear, worry and panic people always sent her way.

Y/N and the General had just started walking when Wolffe spoke up.

“Sir, if it’s all the same to you, I’d like to take Y/N to a medic to be assessed before she does anything else.”

Wolffe didn’t wait for a reply. He gently scooped Y/N out of General Koon’s arms and set off for the Triumphant's med bay.

“I don’t have to go there y’know. I feel fine. Just tired and a headache.”

Wolffe wasn’t having it. His pace never faltering he kept on towards his goal, boost, comet and sinker swift at his heels. She couldn’t see Willow but could hear him walking and assumed that Windchimes was with him.

“That...,” his voice shook slightly, “...I don’t know what I expected but that was not, fine”

“These happened before? Like that every time?” A distressed Boost asked.

Y/N sleepily tucked her head into Wolffe’s shoulder. His warmth and soothing scent lulling her into a state of bliss.

“They sometimes are. Sometimes they’re worse, sometimes not as bad. I've had a few since meeting you guys. Usually I’ll have them in my room”

This only seemed to agitate the Pack more as they turned into the med center.

“They’ve happened before!?”

“More than once!?”

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

Y/N was starting to feel overcrowded. Their questions and concerns too much for her right now and against her will, she could feel her eyes begin to water.

She sniffed as Wolffe put her down on an examination table, his arm still wrapped around her lower back.

“I didn’t want to worry you guys. I get them a lot and, I guess I’m just used to dealing with them on my own. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

She looked down, unwilling to meet their gazes.

Sinker took a seat on her other side, while Boost went off to find a medic.

He didn't say much. Just pulling her into a side hug and kissing the top of her head. A quiet ‘don’t cry’ mumbled into her hair.

Comet meanwhile was standing guard over the med bay, looking out for Boost’s return. He felt awful. Y/N's seizure had scared him, more than he’d like to admit. It was bad enough thinking about this one episode, but knowing she had multiple seizures, while they were supposed to be caring for her just wasn’t good enough.

Boost came back with a medic clone. A shiny called River, and Wolffe explained what had happened for a very flushed looking Y/N.

“Oh, yeah we were warned about this when you started. Did the episode last more than five minutes?”

“No”

“Any injuries?”

“No”

River asked her to follow his finger around with her eyes.

“And any slurred speech or nausea?”

“No” Wolffe growled. Becoming impatient.

“That’s good. As far as I can tell there a isn’t anything to worry about. Though I would recommend taking the day to recover.”

Boost looked at River incredulously

“Wait. That’s it. You mean there’s nothing else?”

“Told ya”, Y/N mumbled

“Nothing else that can be done. A little rest and she’ll be fine” the clone said. A clear dismissal.

“Hold up shiny-“

“WOLFFE”, Y/N barked, having had enough of today, “I just wanna go back to my room. Please?”

He reluctantly gave into her request, but still did not let her walk, carrying her to her tiny room.

She was one of the few allowed a bunk to herself because of the seizures, and assistance animals. Wolffe was grateful for this as he arranged Y/N, himself and his brothers into a cozy nest of blankets and mattresses that they had made in the floor, so they could all fit.

Wolffe wasn’t going to let their pup go through that alone again. Looking at his brothers he could see they were thinking the same.

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The clone's clinginess was dialed up to 11 after that. She had at least one of the Wolfpack with her at all times.

When she went to work, there was one of the Pack with caf at her station.

When she had down time, they always just so happened to be where she was.

They slept together, ate together, sometimes they even tried to convince her that they should shower together.

It was flattering, charming even, to Y/N at first. They were her knights in shining armor, and she, their beautiful princess. But the novelty soon wore off. They didn't give her any space. Not anymore. They were glued to her hip 100% of the time.

They wouldn't let her do anything for herself anymore, claiming it's too much, that she should relax and let them handle it.

The true last straw was when they had gotten three days leave on Coruscant, while the Triumphant was being repaired.

Y/N was at a store looking for new clothes, Wolffe was with her, of course.

Not ten minutes into the trip he stated that they should go. Y/N had questioned why. He looked over her shoulder at a crowd of people he deemed were getting too close.

"It's getting kind of crowded in here, and we've been out for a while" he said with that stupid handsome, 'it's alright, I'll take care of you, don't you worry a pretty little hair on your head', kind of smile, as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Besides. You could always borrow something from me or the Pack." He whispered suggestively into her ear, "I'm sure you'd look far better in it than us."

Despite hating how they babied her, and feeling uncomfortable at his public display of affection and possession, Y/N couldn't deny how his words affected her. So once again, she went along with him.

They were almost out of the store when another man approached. He was a little bigger than Wolffe, with electric green eyes and a concerned look on his face.

Wolffe was on guard immediately, putting her behind him. Willow and Windchimes following.

"Excuse me ma'am. Me and my friends couldn't help but notice that you seemed a little uncomfortable before. Is everything OK?"

Oh no.

He had caught onto Y/N's discomfort at Wolffe coming onto her. She looked behind him and saw his friends, two other guys and three women, looking at them with various expressions of concern and weariness.

"I'm-"

"We're fine. Go back to your group civie" Wolffe cut off gruffly. Not liking how this man had been watching his sweet pup. Probably planning on how to steal her away from him.

The man wasn't convinced. He addressed Y/N again.

"If you need help, we can take you home, or somewhere else if you like."

Y/N actually considered it. Wolffe was furious.

"Thanks, I-"

"I told you. She's fine. Why don't you leave, before this turns ugly." Wolffe interrupted again, fists balled and ready to fight.

"Why don't you let the lady answer for herself clone." The other man was getting annoyed too.

This was enough for Wolffe. Quicker than Y/N could catch he sent a sucker punch into the mans stomach. He doubled over, heaving and gasping for breath.

Y/N backed off. Terrified at his sudden attack. she had always known that the clones were trained their whole lives, but it was a shock to see her usually sweet Wolffe just attacking a man.

The strangers friend group joined in the fight. A man and woman trying to pull their winded friend out of the fight while the other two, who looked like they cage fought for fun, tried to take Wolffe on. But they were no match for his skill and experience.

Wolffe was quickly gaining the upper hand. Giving out a beating that was terrifyingly relentless and efficient. Blood was all over his hands. Both the man and woman had crooked, bloody noses and one was even missing a tooth.

The third woman in their party, who had stayed back out of the fight and was taking care of the first man, looked at her and gestured for her to run. Find help.

Y/N did.

She bolted out of the store while Wolffe was busy, and hit the streets hard, hearing her name called out behind her. Willow had picked up on his human's fear. He was keeping pace with her, Windchimes on his back hanging on for dear life.

This was it. Y/N couldn't do it anymore. She had to leave them.

For her safety and the safety of everyone around her.

Y/N heard grunts and shouting as people were pushed put of the way behind her. Wolffe had chased her down, leaving the people at the store to peel themselves off the floor. He still had their blood up his arms and a bit on his face.

She sped up, trying to keep the distance between her and the Commander. But she was no match for him either, her vision blurring and spinning. He caught up to her in no more than a minute, scooping her up in a tight hug and turning down an alley where no one was around.

Y/N thought he might be mad at her for running. Thought that he was about to hurt her in some horrible way. She squirmed and twisted trying to get out of his grip.

Wolffe saw how scared she was. Saw that she was trying to run from him. He couldn't let that happen. Couldn't lose her.

He protected her. Him and his brothers did. They needed her with them.

"M'sorry pup. So, so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you sweet thing. Please don't be scared. Don't leave. Please" he begged into her neck.

She could feel tears falling and his shoulders shaking. Wolffe's grip was tight. Possessive. All encompassing.

Y/N knew that if she were to get away, it couldn't he now. So she did the only thing she could think of. She wrapped her arms around Wolffe and tried to sooth him. Calm him back down into a steady frame of mind.

Eventually he calmed enough to recognize where they were. A shady alleyway with night approaching and that Willow was desperately digging for the stache of snacks he knew Y/N kept in his harness pocket. He stood up, bringing Y/N with him.

After fishing out a small bag of jellybeans and gently but quickly feeding a few to Y/N, he took her out onto the street and hailed a taxi, His sweet pup's head nodding off into his neck.

He didn't care if they saw his bloody hands or wondered why he was carrying Y/N like a baby, clinging to his shoulders with her legs around his waist. This was Coruscant. These people had definitely seen worse.

Wolffe climbed in the vehicle, ignoring the dirty looks the driver threw at Willow and Windchimes.

They took off towards the Military docks, where the Triumphant was anchored. Most clones just slept on the ship if leave was anything less than a week. Y/N and the Wolfpack were no different. Sinker, Boost and Comet would be waiting for them on board.

When the taxi came to a stop and Wolffe paid up, he went to take Y/N again, but saw she had fallen asleep.

'Precious darling' he thought to himself, picking her up and carrying her to her quarters. Willow and Windchimes following, but keeping a new distance from him.

He payed them no mind.

When he got them back to Y/N's bunk Sinker, Boost and Comet were there just like he had expected.

They demanded to know what had happened as soon as they saw the blood, a very asleep Y/N and how close Wolffe was holding her.

"Bunch of civvies tried to take her. I dealt with it. She got scared and ran, then Willow alerted. I got her some sugar in time but she's really tired from everything."

They all looked at Y/N.

She had blood smeared on her sides from Wolffe and could barley keep her eyes open, wanting to go back to sleep.

Sinker ran a gentle hand through her hair.

"C'mon pup, let's go get you cleaned up," Y/N whined in protest, "I know you don't like it, but your too weak to shower alone right now."

The other three agreed, and despite herself, Y/N let them carry her into the bathroom and strip her down.

This was the first time she had been naked in front of them and was very shy about it, sleepily trying to cover her chest and the apex of her thighs.

The Pack saw nothing but perfection.

They themselves started to strip and Y/N let out a surprised Yelp, suddenly fully awake.

They just smiled at her, bring her in for a hug, her face burning as their naked bodies pressed together.

"Shhhhh, shhh. It's alright pup. Your safe with us. We aren't going to do anything. Just help you clean and then cuddle."

Comet whispered adoringly into her ear.

Despite his promise, she could feel the clear evidence of their arousal poking into her.

Absolutely overwhelmed and drained, Y/N retreated into herself. Letting them guide and baby her.

True to Comet's word the only cleaned her and themselves. Maybe giving a kiss or cuddle to her, but nothing more. In a detached part of her mind, Y/N thought that this was nice. The intimacy and closeness. But she refused to think too much on that.

After their shower, they all cozied up into the a sleep pile on the floor. The blankets and mattresses having stayed down there since the first time they did this. Still very much naked they all tried to get as much contact with Y/N as possible.

Tired, both emotionally and physically she leaned into them. Letting out soft, sleepy whines as they rubbed her hips, kissed up her belly and just rubbed and loved up all over her.

No one made any move to take it any further. They didn't want sex right now. They just wanted closeness. Intimacy.

So, with their pup all snuggled up warm and pliant and most of all, safe in the middle of them, they decided to put on a random holo to fall asleep to, Willow and Windchimes taking a spot near the door of the room, watching them closely.

It was a deep and dreamless sleep for all of them that night.

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The next day Y/N woke first. The first thing she thought was that she was warm. Very warm. She struggled to recall what had happened the previous night, then she saw Wolffe's bruised knuckles resting next to her head, loosely cradling it, and everything came crashing back.

The fight, the chase, the aftermath. At this Y/N checked under the blanket and, yup, she was still very much naked. And so were her boys.

She stopped there.

Her boys. She wanted away from them, not to encourage them to get closer and clingier.

She started to untangle herself from them, freezing whenever one of them moved or grunted. She hoped to get away before they woke and tried to follow her.

She had to speak to General Koon.

But of course, no such luck. They were light sleepers and her movement had woken Comet, who very rarely slept through the night anyway.

"Where you going pup?" He yawned sweetly, and Y/N had to stop herself from awwing.

She couldn't humanize them.

Not now.

She had to see them as an obstacle to overcome. A dangerous road barrier in her life, otherwise, she would break. She would stay and let them dictate her life, because it felt so good to just be. Be loved and be cared for.

"Just gonna put some clothes on and take willow for a quick walk. I'll be back soon."

By now the others had woken.

They were each starting to peel themselves up and dress.

"You want some company?" Wolffe asked, staring at her adoringly, shameless in his bare skin.

Belatedly Y/N realized she was still naked, and immediately set about looking for some clothes.

Wolffe chuckled. "Over here, sweet pup", and he gestures to a pile of washing she had done a few days ago.

Y/N knew it was there. But she had hoped to not have to pass him to find something to wear.

hesitantly, Y/N stepped over. She shook her head no at his question.

As she went to pick something out, Wolffe's arms came around her waist. His face nuzzling its way into her neck.

"You sure you don't want company?" He asked again.

The Wolfpack had always been more trusting of their brothers aboard the triumphant. More willing to let her actually be alone, at least for a few minutes, but they still didn't like to be separated from her. Y/N thought fast, coming up with an excuse as to why she should go alone.

"Yeah. I'm just gonna let willow outside for a but then swing by the mess"

Y/N knew Wolffe hated the mess in the morning. He did everything he could to avoid it as it was overrun by star struck shinies trying to ask him a thousand questions.

That did the trick. Wolffe let her go and boost handed her a red dress. The colour matching his hair. He had always loved that dress. It was short and soft and comfortable.

Y/N took it, along with whatever underwear she saw first, and put them on, not acknowledging the still naked clones watching her dress.

'Do they really not give that much of a fuck' she thought to herself.

Boost, Sinker and Comet hugged her close as she passed them, kissing her on her cheeks, hairline and forehead.

"Come back soon." Sinker had tenderly spoken into her skin, as the others finally began to dress.

Y/N almost rolled her eyes. They acted as if she was travelling across the galaxy. She just gave a small grunt of agreement instead, and headed out the door with Willow and Windchimes on her tail.

As soon as she was out of sight, she made a beeline for General Koon's quarters.

This was amazingly out of line for someone of her rank to be doing this to their General, but she was desperate and needed help.

She got to the General's door and was about to knock, when it slid open on its own.

General Koon was in the middle of the room. Sitting cross-legged on the floor in a patch of sun, but began to stand up when Y/N still hadn't moved.

"Miss L/N. Please, come in."

She stumbled into the room. Caught off guard at how he knew she was there. Willow and Windchimes waited politely at his door.

"Your friends may enter as well, child" he added, with kind amusement.

Her dog and tooka happily trotted inside, the door sliding shut behind them.

"How did you-?"

"I could sense your distress long before you reached my door. Tell me young one, What worries you so?"

She hadn't planned in breaking down.

She wanted to be the strong confident person who stated what she needed. But the General's genuine, fatherly tone broke her, and she burst into tears. General Koon immediately reached out to her. Placing a comforting hand on her shoulder and allowing her to hug him as she stuttered out an explanation.

"General. I'm so sorry. I...I need help. The wolfpack they're too much. I need to get away from them..." she sobbed into his robes.

He gently pulled her away from him, worried about where this was going.

"Miss L/N, I need you to calm down. What has the Commander and his men done?"

"Sir I... Maybe...No. This was a mistake. They're your men and, and-"

The general took her hand.

"You are part of my crew too, young one. You have just as much the right to feel safe here as anyone else. Please tell me what the Commander has done."

The flood gates opened. She told him everything.

How they would not leave her alone.

How possessive they were, how they wouldn't let her talk to anyone outside the ship, or even just be outside the ship, without one of them glued to her hip.

Finally she told the General about the incident in the city yesterday. How Wolffe had beaten an entire group for watching out for her. How they had taken advantage of her shock to put her in a position she had been denying for weeks now.

Shocked, General Koon asked what they had done, praying to the force it wasn't what he thought.

"I, maybe it seems strange, but they've been trying to get me to shower with them for a while and, I don't know, I just, let them. Last night. It was like I was a doll or something. They just undressed me and washed me and passed me around, hugging me like I was a toy. And, and I let them. I just LET them."

She felt embarrassed and disgusted with her own weakness.

The General on the other hand, felt sick.

"Y/N, they didn't try to..." This was hard even for him to say.

Those boys were like sons to him. Good soldiers and, he thought, good men. But this obsession with Y/N alarmed him.

"No, no they didn't try to sleep with me. They just hugged me. Held me close, kissed me."

There was more. Plo could feel it.

"What else child. There is more on your mind yes?"

Y/N looked disgusted with herself.

"I liked it" she said with a small voice.

"I liked their attention. Let it happen and I-"

"Y/N", The general said firmly. "This is not your fault. They put you in this position. Took advantage of your shock and vulnerability. None of this is your fault.

"I don't want them hurt or sent back to Kamino. I just wanna, disappear, I guess."

The general tilted his head.

"You wish for their actions to go unpunished?"

"I don't want them to be killed and used for parts. Maybe I should hate them. But I don't. I just wanna leave. Besides, they cant chase me up if they don't know where I am. Or even if I'm gone at all. That's really why I came here, Sir. I need to leave. As soon as possible. Today even, if I can, and I need to do it without them finding out."

Plo didn't entirely agree with Y/N's reasoning. But could understand her want to not hang around to decide a punishment, wanting, instead, a stealthy get away. So he decided to help her. Right now.

"I can get you a transfer to another station. They need managerial staff and are providing housing along with it. The stations just above Naboo, plenty far enough away from where me and the Wolfpack usually roam. It may be a step down and out of your current position, but its the best solution I can offer you."

Y/N felt like crying. He was helping her. He listened to her. Believed her.

"Thank you sir. When can I go?"

Plo kindly helped Y/N up off the floor.

"They are desperate for more help, so right now actually. The shuttle to the ship that will transport You there leaves in 5 minutes." He passed her a hooded cloak to wear on the way to the shuttle" I'll escort you and you companions there, we'll try to avoid the cameras. Unfortunately you'll have to leave your possessions behind. I can arrange for all the paperwork to be completed while your in transit, including an advance in pay and an alias. You can think of a name on the way there." He was already leading her out the door, heading towards the shuttle bay, which, thankfully, wasn't too far away.

They made it to the shuttle just in time. Y/N turned to the general.

"N/F/N N/L/N. That's what I'll go by."

The General tilted his head.

"Well then, N/F/N N/L/N. Good luck."

"Goodbye General, and thank you."

"May the force be with you, my child"

With that, the shuttle door shut and Y/N was off to her new home. Hope blooming in her heart.

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Wolffe was furious. His entire pack was.

It had been three months since Y/N had disappeared. He let her out of his sight for what he thought was going to be five minutes and their pup never came back.

They had started to become concerned after half an hour had passed and still no sight of her. They became distraught when she still had not returned after two hours and none of his brothers on the Triumphant had seen her or her pets anywhere.

Something had happened. Had she been taken? She wouldn't leave would she?

No, she had to have been taken against her will, that's the only reason there could be. This is why Wolffe didn't want to let her go out alone. He'd had a lapse in judgement thinking their pup was safe on board the ship, and this had happened.

Not knowing who else to go to, Boost suggested that they ask Plo'Buir for help. Their pup and Father seemed to be friends and it's possible that maybe she was with him. Y/N didn't really have any other close friends on board, preferring to keep to herself.

When they asked the General about her, he told them she had to go planet side for an indeterminate amount of time.

"Using her leave, for family matters" He had stated. There was an odd distance to his voice, a coldness that hadn't been there last time they spoke.

The pack didn't buy it. There had to be something else.

"Anyone else get the feeling something more is happening here?" Sinker had asked once they arrived back at Y/N's bunk.

They preferred going here as opposed to back to the barracks due to the privacy it afforded them.

"I agree. I'd never question Plo'Buir, but this doesn't add up. The only family Y/N has planet side is her mother, and they've been no contact for years." Boost added.

None of them believed that Y/N or the General were trying to trick them.

No.

It must be something else. Someone must have forced their pup to leave their side, but why? What had happened.

All of them wanted nothing more than to go out and find her. Hunt her down until she was safely back in their embrace. But they couldn't do that. The Triumphant was setting out for a mission in the outer rim. Who knows how long they'd be gone.

Too long, as they soon found out. Three months into the mission, and Wolffe had become more foul tempered than ever. He snapped at anyone who looked at him wrong, barley had any patience for the civilians he was here to help and sequestered himself in Y/N's old bunk with his pack when not on duty.

They all missed her desperately.

The mission was just about to end when the clones got an encrypted transmission from the Coruscant guard and the Alpha clones.

Palpatine was dead.

He was the Sith Lord behind the entire galactic conflict.

Fox had killed him personally in defense of his young Jedi daughter. Apparently she had discovered his secret through ARC trooper Fives, who she and the Corries had secretly saved. This had brought the clones plans for their beloved Jedi forward. It was time to take their family, their loves away.

The 104th would bring their General, their Father, back to safety. Wolffe would ensure their were no complications and personally see Plo'Buir settled and safe. But after that, they would go out to find their sweet pup.

It was time for the Wolfpack to hunt.

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Y/N was happier than she had been in a long time.

Her job above the planet of Naboo had turned out not to be as demanding as her old communications station had. she had free time, freedom and a beautiful planet with housing just below the ship she was on.

when Y/N had first arrived on the ship, she had nothing but the clothes on her back, her two companions and an encrypted com that General Koon had snuck her before she left. It contained all the details she would need to know in her new life. She had been nervous and shy, jumping at corners and looking out for familiar grey and white armor everywhere. but eventually she settled down. became more at ease.

A big reason behind Y/N's happiness was her bunkmate and now closest friend, Lazara Rei. A tall Togrutan woman with the bubbliest, kindest, most outgoing personality that Y/N had ever encountered.

When they first met, Y/N had been very nervous. Lazara was an intimidating beauty with dark blue skin, powder blue montral and soft orange designs on her face and horns. she towered over Y/N, dwarfing even the clones and Y/N was immediately weary of her.

But Lazara was the kind of personality that just brightened up a room, seemingly gravitating towards the shy and lonely, taking them under her wing.

Y/N hadn't noticed how toxic, how controlling her relationship with the Wolfpack had been, but now compared to that situation, her friendship to Lazara seemed like a cool, refreshing breeze against her skin, where she once felt crowded and sticky.

She and Lazara were currently off the clock and walking around a market in Naboo. They had been discussing their failed relationships and crushes.

Lazara, most amusingly, had the biggest crush on General Koon that Y/N had ever seen.

"I don't care what he looks like. That man is a certified DILF. Just his voice, and the way he moves...just UGHH" she had been gesturing wildly while describing her precious crush.

"I've seen him in action, ya know. Twice, when his ship and ours were on a co-op. He really seems like a man that would take care of you." she sighed, dreamily.

"He is." Y/N commented, examining a table with carved wooden jewelry.

"You've met him?" Lazara asked, almost offended that Y/N might have details about the general and was keeping them to herself.

"Well, out with it. What's he like, in person" she asked, her voice low and mischievous.

"He's actually the one who got me the transfer here. I was having some, lets say trouble, and needed help. He listened to me. Believed me and didn't hesitate to go out of his way to help." Y/N then looked at Lazara. a smirk on her face, "I've seen him fight many times too. he is very graceful."

"I KNEW IT! TOTAL DILF" she yelled, gaining side eye from everyone around them. she lowered her voice again, if she could, Y/N believed she would be blushing.

"You didn't happen to catch what he smelt like did you?"

"LAZARA" Y/N exclaimed

"What? Say what you want about them, but a good smell on a man can mean a world of difference. I bet he smells good right? Not like he's drowning in cologne? Ugh, I hate that in a guy. I once dated someone who wore so much I swear I had a blood alcohol reading from it. Young me really had no taste" Lazara bemoaned the mistakes of her youth.

"He smells clean. Like fresh linen, I guess."

Lazara looked pointedly at her and gestured for her to continue.

"I kind of, might've, cried in his chest when I went to him for help."

"What? And you were just gonna keep that from me? What was it like? Did it feel awkward? Was he a good hugger? Was he strong, I bet he was."

At this point they could see the stall owner start to get annoyed over their loitering and they decided to go hunt down a decent place to eat.

"Um, I don't know. I wasn't really paying attention. He wasn't awkward or distant, more supportive. Like, he let me choose if I wanted to hug or not, and yeah, he is pretty strong. One time he found me while I was having a seizure, helped me up like I was nothing." Y/N reminisced, trying not to think about the Wolfpack. she suddenly remembered a few more details.

"He's, I can only think to describe it as cozy. You know when you see pictures of old libraries and they're warmly lit, the shelves are all a rich red and the books are leather-bound. Everything's slightly aged and worn, but it all feels very welcoming and warm? That's what it feel like to be hugged by him. Welcoming and warm. He called me things like Young one and Child, made me feel valid and seen."

Lazara looked like she was in another world, dreamily staring ahead into space while they walked. The market had passed behind them while they talked and they were now on some nature walk out of Theed.

"Lucky girl, living my dream. I'm Jealous"

Y/N playfully shoved her.

"I have one of his cloaks at home if you wanna try and sniff his scent out ya weirdo. He gave it to me when I left"

"NOO, you make it sound so weird and creepy"

They both laughed. the ease of their relationship had amazed Y/N. Lazara had a way of sensing and navigating her moods that led her to wonder if she herself was force sensitive.

It would make sense. Lazara had once told her the reason she was on board that ship was because her younger twin brother was the Jedi General aboard it. Y/N was shocked at this. she had never really thought about the family the Jedi left behind.

Lazara hadn't talked to him, and he didn't seem to remember her enough to recognize his sister after all these years. but it brought Lazara a certain amount of peace to be able to see her brother safe and well.

Playfully, the Togrutan shoved Y/N's shoulder.

"What about you? Any crushes?

Partners?

Fuck buddies or doomed romances?"

Y/N sighed.

"Only the ones I'm running away from. I'd rather not go into detail."

Lazara looked at her understandingly. she looked like she was going to say something when suddenly she and Lazara were pulled to the side, off the path and behind some trees. They couldn't speak or move. Looking over her shoulder as much as she could, terrified of who might be behind her, Y/N saw a cloaked figure, tall and imposing. Then everything blacked out.

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Wolffe was enraged. How had this happened again, when he was right there, right outside the door!

The room he was in was destroyed. the furniture was torn up and there were several blaster shots in the wall, the clones weapon still hot.

Their Plo'Buir had run from them. From THEM. He mustve been scared, felt danger when they took him and brought him to this room.

he wasnt in any danger. he was as far from danger as any jedi could be, with his sons right outside the door ready to fight for him.

true, they had drugged him and put a dampener on him so he was weakened in the force. but its not like the drug was harmfull or he wascut off from his powers completly. the Wolfpack wanted to protect him, not torture him.

It hadn't been enough. their Plo'Buir had still managed to escape. in his hazy state of mind he must've perceived some sort of enemy and run away from them. he should've just come to his sons.

They would've done anything to comfort him.

instead he chose to slip out via an air vent that Wolffe had though was to small for him, his powers too weak.

But their Buir was a strong man. He'd had to be.

Plo'Buir had escaped, but Wolffe wasn't done yet. They had left a tracker on the cuff they used to dampen his force capabilities. All the Wolfpack had to do was catch him before he found a way to remove the cuff.

Wolffe stormed out of the holding room. Boost, Comet and Sinker on his heels, equally enraged as they boarded their starships.

They would find their Buir all right, And when they did, they would make sure he would never be without them again.

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When Y/N came around, she expected there to be pain. there was none. she was lying on the floor of a cave, Lazara beside her, slowly coming to herself. there was a scrunched up cloak underneath their heads.

Lazara groaned as she sat up.

"What happened? where-Y/N!" The Togrutan went to help her friend up, looking around for whoever brought them here.

a figure walked into the entrance of the cave. his figure still blury to the womens sight, but Y/N came to recognise some pretty distinctive features.

"GENERAL KOON!" She exclaimed with relief. she had thought the Wolfpack had found her.

despite everything, when Lazara found out who had taken her, she still had to supress a dopey grin at her crush being 5 feet infront of her.

"Hello young one. It's good to see you again"

He helped her and a frozen Lazara sit up.

"Although I'm afraid it's under dire circumstances."

Y/N looked pointedly at him.

"What's happened?"

"The clones have gone rogue. Fox killed the chancellor. Palpatine was the Sith Master behind everything."

Palpatine was a Sith master? she had never cared much for him, but damn, she wasn't expecting this. Lazara finally seemed to find her voice.

"The Sith Master... but wouldn't that mean the war is over? why hasn't anyone been told?"

"It appears the clones have taken control of Kamino, the Gar and Coruscant is under lockdown. all the clones have been ordered to bring their Jedi back to the temple. I don't know why, I barley managed to get away."

Lazara looked sick, thinking of her brother.

"Have they taken our ship? the Jedi General, he's my brother sir"

Y/N could see visible shock on the Generals face.

"I'm afraid so, my dear. Commander Waves took control of the bridge this morning. your General has not been seen since"

"How do you know all this?" I asked.

"When I escaped the Triumphant I took one of the tech clones data pads. I've been using it to listen in on their commands."

"General, not that I'm not glad to see you, but why did you come here?"

"More bad news I'm afraid. When the Wolfpack caught me they put an inhibitor cuff on me. I removed the cuff and found a tracker. By that time I was far too close to Naboo. The Clones arrived shortly after I did. Wolffe was leading them. I'm sorry, Y/N."

Y/N paled.

They were here.

They would find her. How many officers transferred to Naboo three months ago and just so happened to own a dog and a tooka.

"How did you find me?"

"I've been following you all day, young one"

Lazara looked up, realizing something.

"All day, general?"

"All day, dear Lazara. I must say, I'm quite flattered."

Despite the situation, Y/N was thoroughly amused. Lazara looked horrified.

Y/N's Amusement didn't last long though. They all watched as several clones with jetpacks circled their position.

The Wolfpack had found them.

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Wolffe couldnt beleive their luck. He and the Pack had coordinated with the cruiser above Naboo. it was the closest planet to where their Buir had dropped off the radar.

meeting uo with the Commander, a clone called Waves, he had learnt that a new member of his crew had been transferred from the triumphant about 3 months ago. it was a last minute transfer. the woman had a dog and tooka with her.

"Y/N's been here the whole time! What has she been doing?" Boost blurted out, unable to fully express how releived he was to hear about their sweet pup.

"Honestly, shes been managing the mechanical wing on level 5. one of my best officers. efficiant and knows how to keep everything in line. a few of my other officers could learn a thing or two from her."

"Thats our girl" sinker said proudly.

"Do you have any way to know where she might be? if we find her there's a good chance we'll find Plo'Buir." Comet pointed out.

"She'll most likely be with my cyare, Lazara Rei. they've been the best of friends since Miss N/L/N arrived."

"N/L/N?" Wolffe questioned.

"Yeah, her name. N/F/N N/L/N"

The Wolfpack looked at each other

"That's how she did it..." Sinker speculated

"N/F/N N/L/N isn't her real name is it?"

"No. It's Y/N L/N"

Waves looked at them with understanding. He couldn't imagine losing his General or his darling

"All my officers and mechanics are required to carry key cards. its how they are able to travel between the flagship and Naboo so easily. If miss Y/N is anywhere, she'll be with my Lazara. and luckily, my dear Lazara's key card has a bit of extra tech in it, so I can make sure she doesn't stray too far or into danger. I'm willing to bet if you find my cyare, you'll find your General and Y/N"

"Thank you, Waves. we'll set out to retrieve them immediately." Wolffe shook Waves' hand.

"We will provide jetpacks and the necessary sedatives you'll need for the job. Just one thing. When you find them, be gentle with my darling please. she's so kind and would hate for her to be hurt at all"

Wolffe could see the cracks in Waves' composure. He was as worried for his darling as him and his pack were.

"We'll bring them all home safe and sound, Commander" Wolffe said, putting his helmet on. they would not lose another minute.

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General Koon, Lazara and Y/N had all run in different direction. Scattering like prey beneath the wolves gaze.

But they were no match. Y/N saw Lazara scooped up by two of the Wolfpack, she couldn't tell who, but they seemed to sedate her as her body went limp for a second time that day.

She then saw General Koon darted from a distance. He didn't have his lightsaber but the clones were too smart to try and take him close up, resorting to a tranquillizer dart from a distance.

The General was taken away and just like that, she was the last left, with the fourth clone hot on her heels.

She was getting dizzy again. Y/N hadn't eaten anything in too long. The clone was catching up to her, but she couldn't move any faster. Suddenly her vision blurred. When it focused again she was face to face with Sinker's familiar helmet.

"No-"

"Pup, its okay-"

"No, NO-"

"Pup, please, its me, its Sinker!" He tried to reason with her, not sure why she seemed so panicked, tossing and turning, trying to get out of his grip.

"NO! LET ME GO! PUT ME DOWN! YOU CAN'T, ITS TOO..." She had moved around too much in his arms, throwing herself out of his grip and dropping from hundreds of feet above Theed.

"AHHHHHHHH!"

Y/N screamed as she plummeted towards the ground, Sinker following her and catching her just before she hit the ground.

Hovering in place, he held her quivering, panicked form close, trying to soothe her, and calm himself.

"shh, shhhh, its okay sweet pup, its alright. I'm here. We all are. We're gonna take such good care of you now. Your safe with us okay. We were all so scared for you sweet girl."

Sinker kept cooing and whispering reassurances in her ear. Y/N couldn't hear any of them. Her blood was rushing in her ears from adrenaline, her body still shaking from the fall.

Sinker held her closer to his chest, squishing her against his cold, hard armor. She was shaking so bad, her eyes screwed shut. She didn't notice Wolffe, who had dropped off Plo and come down to help when he saw Y/N falling, approaching from behind her.

Wolffe crowded against her as much as he could mid air, his helmet coming to rest on the back of her head.

His own shoulders were shaking slightly. His throat horse from the scream he'd let out when he saw his sweet pup falling to her death.

"It's alright pup, everything's gonna be alright. We're gonna keep you safe. You must've been so scared. I'm so glad to see you again. I love you so much, we all do."

Wolffe kept talking as he raised his arm, a sedative in his hand. moving Y/N's hair to the side, tenderly caressing her bare skin, before plunging the needle into her neck.

The last thing Y/N heard before everything went black was Wolffe telling her they'd all be together again soon.

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Y/N woke up with the headache of the century. she was sore, and her mouth was dry.

She went to move, to look for her dog and tooka when she realized something. there was a bandage around her arm and she was surrounded by clones.

Her clones. They'd gotten her after all.

Y/N started to shakily unwrap the bandage, the clones around her begining to wake up.

"No, no, no..." Y/N muttered to herself, seeing what they had done to her. The light from a tracker blinking under the delicate skin on the inside of her wrist, a little too close to her veins.

A warm naked chest pressed against her, thankfully, clothed back. Two warm arms enveloping her tenderly.

Wolffe kissed her forehead and moved down her face to kiss and nip at her neck and shoulder.

"M'sorry sweet pup, but you left us no choice." Y/N started to cry, Wolffe kissed away her tears, "We cant keep you safe and loved if you disappear."

Sinker, Boost and Comet cozied up to her sides.

"We missed you so much, our sweet, sweet pup."

I was at a Palestinian solidarity gig last night & the one Palestinian artist who was going to perform had COVID so the organisers asked around to see if there were any Palestinians who'd like to say a few words instead.

A local guy who was born & raised in Gaza offered to speak. He started with "I'm an engineer. i'm not a poet or a politician. I don't... do public speaking… I had no idea what to say when I came up here. So i'm just going to tell you about the street I grew up on."

And then he did! He went down the street building by building. He told us about the ice cream shop on the corner, the grocery shop, the charity that supports people with intellectual disabilities. He told us about the people who he knew growing up, the families who still live in the different houses. He told us about the university buildings and about his friends who quit being accountants to start a band together. All on that street.

All of which is gone now, by the way. Bombed to dust.

"it's okay, i can peel back the layers of you until i find the soft and gentle core of you you've had to work so hard to hide"? no. no, it's okay, i know you're hollow; i'm here anyway. you don't have to pretend it isn't masks the whole way down. whatever face you want to wear, i still love you. i don't need you to be good or unflinching or the antonym of violence. if i did, i wouldn't be here. i wouldn't ask that of you.