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So um me and my friend were playing a roblox drawing game because we were bored lastnight andd

The theme/prompt thingy was ‘Wolfpack’ and i instantly thought of the Wolfpack obvs!!!

So I drew a 104th trooper and Plo, and wrote ‘Plo’s bros’ and my friend was not impressed (they also accidentally made it gay by putting a heart between the trooper and Plo but i forgive them cause they know nothing abt Star Wars)

They said the green thing at the bottom was meant to be Grogu. I don’t even know.

Also don’t judge us for playing roblox it was very late and we were very bored

Ok so I may have gone a little ham on the Chibi clones. I am really happy with how they all came out though. if you wanna see my 502st little guys Its my previous post. This was a ton of fun and was a lot less stressful that working on a full illustration so that's cool :) anyways enjoy my little guys. 

Clone Wars characters as things I’ve heard people say

Pt.10

“Talking about peoples future working in a bowling alley” - Thire

“Holy you actually filled them in and payed attention,must have been a good day” - Fox

“You passing this course your commanders will be very impressed” - Alpha 17

“Holy crap balls” - Padme

“Mummy and daddy giraffes” - Hardcase

“I having a bad day and I’m going to murderer my” - Wolffe

“I disappreciate you” - Sinker

“Wowo we don’t call people turdnuggets” - Plo Koon

“I want to learn how to make crystal meth” - Jesse

“Rex do you want to know the three times I almost died today?” - Echo

“My knuckles are on crack” - Bly

“My lines are straighter than a gay person” - Ponds

“If I had 9 lives I would utilize one of them to kill myself in front of all of you” - Rex

“When a law bills a sign” - Fives

“It’s not mail man anymore it’s Amazon delivery man” - Anakin

“Don’t question the woman’s choices just help her find the daddy” - Ahsoka

“Honest to god” - Obi-Wan

“I keep thinking their jerseys say cocaine” - Quinlin Vos

“Back in my day we made posters out of cool aid man” - Yoda

“That’s kind of fruity in a straight way” - Cody

“I have it in the back of my head but I can’t get it to the tip of my tongue” - Tup

A Different Kind of Clone War (1)

Wolfpack Mayhem

"Wolffe!"

"Yes."

"Sinker took my spare pack of ammo!"

"Well tell him to give it back."

"I did! He's being a- oof!"

Wolffe sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, finally turning around to face the chaos that was his squad.

Sinker had jumped on top of Comet and Comet now had his arm in a choke hold, trying to pry his fingers off of The pack of extra ammunition. Sinker was trying his damn hardest to hold on to it and reposition himself so Comet didn't snap his arm. Boost ducked to avoid a boot to his head and Warthog laughed.

"Just- give it- back!" Comet grunted, wrestling his older brother onto his back.

"You two are acting like children." Wolffe said. Anyone else would have heard the tone as disapproving, but the pack knew he enjoyed watching them at it and could hear the underlying affection.

"Hah! Haha!" Comet jumped up with the ammo in both hands like a trophy and made for the compartment to Wolffe's right.

It had been a long many weeks and he needed a break from all the stress. Wolffe couldn't help himself.

Faster than thought possible, he lunged at the youngest squad member and Comet toppled over from both Wolffe's weight and the surprise.

Wolffe pinned the kid on his back and straddled his waist, locking his arms to his sides with his knees.

"This is for wrecking my moment of peace." Wolffe growled before scribbling his fingers over Comet's stomach.

Comet SCREAMED. Maybe it was because he'd been taken completely by surprise. He hadn't thought the commander was even capable of pulling such a thing.

Sinker gawked at Wolffe as he tickled the young clone to hysterics. Warthog and Boost glanced at each other.

Comet bucked and writhed under the commander but he wouldn't be moved.

"WOHOHOLFFE!!"

"Yes?"

"STAHAP!"

Wolffe gave a rare grin. "Are you giving the higher ranking officer orders?"

Comet squealed as Wolffe's fingers fluttered over his navel. "No! Nohoho!"

"What in Cerridil is going on in here?"

All five of them looked up to see Commander Cody in the door way. They hadn't heard the door hiss open over Comet's laughter.

"Cody. We been redeployed?" Wolffe started to get up from his hold on Comet on the floor.

"Oh no, carry on.. I didn't mean to ruin your fun." Cody said with a grin, taking in what was happening. "I simply heard a scream."

"Aw man!" Comet groaned, trying to free his arms. "Wolffe!"

Wolffe smirked down at him. "What? Tired out already?"

"Maybe he is a shiny, yet. Just doesn't have the strength." Sinker chuckled.

Wolffe's smirk got even wider and he released Comet. Then he spun and pounced on Sinker, who yelped as he went over backwards.

"And what does that make you?" Wolffe wondered as he started pinching at Sinker's sides. Sinker immediately started giggling trying to grab the commander's wrists.

"Wow, Commander's really in a good mood today." Boost chuckled, grabbing Sinker's arms and prying them up above his head.

"Hey! No- hehehey, wahait!" Sinker squirmed as Wolffe started his assault. "BOOHOHOHOST! YOU TRAHAITOR!"

"Don't worry, I got 'em." Warthog said, burrying his fingers under Boost's arms. As a result, said clone snapped back with a shriek, letting Sinker's arms go.

Cody watched the Wolfpack wreak havoc on each other. Comet had rejoined the fray and payed dearly at Boost and Sinker's hands. Warthog was already in hysterics as Wolffe had lost Sinker and had chosen him instead.

Comet tried to get at Wolffe but got no reaction from the commander and, again, payed dearly for it.

Cody decided it was time Wolffe got a taste of his own medicine. Being from the same batch, Cody knew exactly what to do and understood why Wolffe's men hadn't figured their commander out yet.

Cody crouched behind Wolffe and prepared himself for the consoquences of his actions. Oh, there would be consoquences.

The 212th commander latched onto Wolffe's hips and Wolffe yelped and lost his concentration on Comet completely.

Cody knew how to break his brother's defenses, knew how they worked.

His men didn't know he was ticklish because he could hold out much longer than any of them. That's exactly how it had gone, back when they were cadets. So it took a solid 5 seconds of Wolffe and Cody struggling (mainly Wolffe) before Wolffe made a sound.

The rest of the pack fell still.

Cody grinned as Wolffe's giggling increased in frequency and in volume as he twisted and squirmed, trying to free himself from Cody's grip. Cody just pinched and tickled over his hips more, the grin growing wider on his face. Finally he sat down right there on the floor and pulled Wolffe into his lap, never letting up. At that point, Wolffe was writhing and laughing hysterically, a sound that made the rest of his team smile.

Cody drilled his thumbs into the dips of his hips and Wolffe arched his back and then curled in on himself, pushing himself against Cody's stomach in an attempt to get away from his hands.

With a chuckle, Cody relented and rested his arms on the shoulder in his lap. Wolffe gasped for breath, still giggling.

Yeah, it had been a long many weeks. Cody knew Wolffe was one to constantly stress and was more than happy to have contributed a distraction.

Even if he'd have to watch his own back for a while. Revenge was absolutely going to be taken by the 104th Commander.

Cody chuckled as Wolffe shifted and grumbled about him getting the upper hand but made no moves to remove himself from Cody's lap. This made him grin and run his fingers through his brother's hair, watching him all but melt.

Yeah, the commander was deffinetely in a good mood today.

Hiya babes! Hope you’re doing well! Just outta say I absolutely adore your writing and always brings a smile to my face when you post!!

I was hoping you could do an angst fic where it’s the boys reactions to you jumping in front of them taking a hit/bolt. You can choose the clone group! Xxx

Thank you so much — seriously, your kind words mean the world to me!! I’m so glad my writing can bring a little light to your day 💛

I hope you don’t mind that I decided to go with the Wolf pack for this one. I hope you enjoy 🫶

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“For the Pack”

Reader x 104th Battalion (Wolffe, Sinker, Boost)

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You don’t think. You just move. That’s what instinct does when family is in danger.

The air was thick with heat and cordite, the jungle humid enough to choke on. Blasterfire lit the treeline in wild flashes—red bolts cutting through the green like angry stars. You pressed forward with your saber raised, breath tight in your chest, the Force buzzing like a live wire beneath your skin.

This wasn’t supposed to be a heavy engagement. Just a scouting mission. Routine.

But nothing about war ever stays routine for long.

“Wolffe, move it! You’re exposed!” you shouted, watching him duck behind cover just as two more shots chewed bark over his head.

“Copy that,” Wolffe growled, popping off a few retaliatory blasts. “Boost! Sinker! Sweep the right flank and flush that nest!”

“Already on it!” Boost called from somewhere in the brush.

“We’re getting pinned down out here!” Sinker added, tone sharp but controlled.

You moved closer to Wolffe, saber up, covering his retreat as he repositioned behind the half-blown trunk of a felled tree. The rest of the battalion had spread out, covering the ridgeline, trying to locate the sniper.

That’s when it hit you—the feeling.

The Force spiked.

Time slowed.

A heartbeat ahead of the moment, you felt it: danger, aimed at someone you couldn’t let go.

Wolffe was turning. He wasn’t going to make it in time.

You didn’t think. You just moved.

A leap. A cry. A single instant of instinct and fear and absolute certainty.

And then the bolt hit you square in the back.

Wolffe didn’t register what happened right away. One moment he was turning to call out an order, the next there was a flash of blue, the hum of a saber, and a sickening crack of a body hitting the dirt.

“—[Y/N]?!”

You were lying on your side, smoke rising from your robes, your saber a few meters away, deactivated.

You weren’t moving.

Sinker screamed something wordless over comms. Boost shouted your name.

“MEDIC!” Wolffe was already moving. “Get me a medic now!”

He slid to his knees beside you, hands already tearing open the fabric around the wound, even though he didn’t know what the hell he was doing—just doing. There was too much blood. Too much heat coming off your skin. You were smaller than him, younger, not armored like they were. You were a Jedi, yeah, but also just a kid compared to the rest of them.

His kid. Their kid.

And you’d taken a shot meant for him.

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Hours Later you were in bacta now. Still alive. Barely.

The medics said it was touch and go. The bolt had burned through muscle and clipped something vital. You’d coded once during evac, but they brought you back. Your saber had been returned to Plo Koon, its emitter dented from where it had slammed into the ground.

Wolffe sat in the corner of the medbay, helmet off, armor streaked with dried blood—your blood. He hadn’t moved in two hours.

“Why the hell would she do that?” Sinker muttered, pacing with his helmet tucked under one arm. He was flushed, angry. “We wear armor for a reason. We train for this. She’s a Jedi, not a clone. She’s not supposed to—”

“Be willing to die for us?” Boost cut in, voice tired. “Guess she missed that memo.”

Sinker let out a long, low sigh and scrubbed a hand over his face. “We’re the ones who throw ourselves in front of people. That’s the job. That’s our job.”

Plo Koon stood at your bedside, one hand lightly resting on the glass of the tank. He’d been silent for most of it, his calm presence a strange contrast to the chaos.

“She has always seen you as more than soldiers,” he said gently. “You are her brothers. Her family.”

Wolffe finally spoke, his voice low and rough. “She’s part of the pack. And the pack protects its own.”

“But she nearly died protecting you, Commander,” Boost said. “What does that make us?”

“Alive,” Wolffe answered. “That’s what it makes us. And when she wakes up, she’s going to be reminded that we never leave one of our own behind.”

Sinker stopped pacing, jaw clenched.

“She’s not gonna get off easy for this.”

“Oh, hell no,” Boost muttered. “Soon as she’s conscious, I’m yelling at her.”

“Not before me,” Wolffe said, standing finally. “I’ve got seniority.”

They tried to joke—tried to banter—but it didn’t land. Not yet.

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Your vision was blurry. Everything felt heavy. And sore. So sore.

“Hey—hey! She’s waking up!”

Voices. Familiar. Warm.

You blinked hard. One blurry helmet. Then two. Then a third face appeared—scarred, grim, but so full of relief it almost didn’t look like Wolffe.

“About damn time,” he muttered. “Thought we were gonna have to start arguing over who got to carry your sorry ass out of here.”

You tried to speak, but all that came out was a croaky whisper: “Pack…”

Boost leaned in closer. “Yeah. We’re here.”

Sinker had a hand pressed to your arm, trying not to squeeze too hard. “Don’t you ever do that again.”

You smiled weakly. “Didn’t think about it.”

“No kidding,” Wolffe said, arms crossed now. “You jump in front of another bolt like that and we’re stapling your robes to the floor.”

Plo Koon stepped forward, voice kind and firm. “Rest now, little one. You have done more than enough. The pack is safe. Because of you.”

You let your eyes fall shut again, not from pain this time—but because you knew they were watching over you.

Always would.

Hello! I gotta say I love how you write the banter between the clones and it honestly is so funny and cute. Could I get a Fox or Wolfe x reader where maybe he goes to wear something that he doesn’t know reveals a few marks from you the previous night and his brother notices and tease him? That’s the main request but I’d love if you’d add anything else plot wise to make it more full and complete Xx

“Battle Scars”

Wolffe x Reader

Wolffe didn’t go out often. Boost and Sinker practically had to drag him to 79’s that night, not because he hated it, but because he hated the noise, the chaos, the unwanted attention.

But mostly?

He just preferred being alone with you.

Unfortunately for him—and fortunately for everyone else—Sinker had shouted something about “you owe us after ditching two poker nights in a row,” and now he was stomping toward the bar in a casual black shirt (one you may or may not have helped him out of the night before), grumbling like a man headed to execution.

He hadn’t noticed that the neckline sat just a little wide across the collarbone. Or that a certain faint purple mark was blooming just below the edge of the collar on the left side. Or that there were more—not too obvious, but definitely visible if you were looking.

And Boost and Sinker? They were looking.

“Kriff, Wolffe,” Sinker said, the moment they’d taken a booth and ordered drinks. “You finally let off some steam, huh?”

Wolffe blinked, raising a brow. “What?”

Boost leaned in with a sh*t-eating grin. “Don’t act like you don’t know. I can see the bruise on your neck from here.”

Wolffe stiffened. “It’s not—”

“Don’t lie to me,” Sinker cut in. “That’s either a love bite or you got in a fight with a Nexu.”

Boost sipped his drink, eyes glinting. “And judging by the one just peeking above your collar? Our dear commander got wrecked.”

Wolffe growled, yanking his collar up slightly. “Shut it.”

“Who’s the lucky one?” Sinker asked, already leaning across the table like he was digging for state secrets.

“None of your damn business,” Wolffe muttered.

“That means it’s definitely someone we know,” Boost said with delight.

“Is it one of the medics?” Sinker mused.

“Maybe that intel officer with the legs?”

“I bet it’s—wait.” Boost froze, grinned wider. “It’s that civvie he always walks to the transport bay, isn’t it? The one with the nice voice—what was her name again?”

Wolffe looked like he was calculating murder odds.

“[Y/N]!” Sinker snapped his fingers. “She’s always smiling at you. Maker, I knew it.”

Wolffe stayed dead silent, drinking his beer with the expression of a man who would rather fight General Grievous shirtless than have this conversation.

“Wolffe,” Boost said slowly, “you sly di’kut. You’ve been holding out.”

“You’re smiling,” Sinker said, pointing. “Look at him, he’s smiling. That’s a post-blissful-night smile.”

“I am not smiling.”

“You are,” Boost confirmed, nodding sagely. “You look like a man who got thoroughly appreciated. Several times.”

“You know what,” Sinker said, raising his glass, “I’m just proud. Our boy’s finally unclenched.”

Wolffe muttered, “I will kill both of you.”

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It was well past midnight when you heard a familiar knock—two short, one long—on your door.

You opened it to find Wolffe standing there, looking deliciously rumpled. His black shirt was half-untucked, collar slightly askew, his hair a little mussed, and that glare in his eye… the one that always meant either someone pissed him off, or he was thinking about you.

He stepped in without a word, the door hissing shut behind him. You crossed your arms, leaning back against the wall, hiding your grin.

“Well, hello to you too, Commander.”

Wolffe stopped in front of you, eyes narrowing.

“You,” he said lowly, voice rough with exhaustion and a hint of that familiar gravel. “Left marks.”

You blinked innocently. “Did I?”

He arched a brow. “Sinker counted three. Boost said one looked like it bit back.”

You tried—really tried—not to laugh. “I told you not to wear that shirt.”

“It was the only clean one,” he growled.

You shrugged with mock innocence. “Not my fault your brothers have eyes.”

Wolffe stepped in closer. His voice dropped, heated now. “They wouldn’t shut up.”

“Poor you,” you cooed, lifting your hand to his collar and gently tugging it further aside to admire your handiwork. “But if it’s any consolation…”

You leaned in, lips brushing just under his ear.

“I’d be very happy to leave more.”

Wolffe stilled for a moment. Then you felt the sharp exhale of his breath, the way his hands suddenly found your hips, firm and possessive.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

You smirked. “Not tonight.”

His mouth was on yours before you could get another word out, rough and hungry and just the right kind of desperate. You didn’t mind. You’d apologize for the marks never.

And judging by the way he walked you backward toward the bedroom?

Neither would he.

104th Material List🐺🩶☑️🌚

|❤️ = Romantic | 🌶️= smut or smut implied |🏡= platonic |

Wolf Pack

“For The Pack” 🏡

Commander Wolffe

- x Jedi Reader (order 66)❤️

- x “Village Crazy” reader❤️

- x Jedi Reader ❤️

- x Reader (79’s)❤️

- Rebels Wolffe x reader “somewhere only we know”❤️

- x reader “Command and Consequence”❤️

- x reader “Command and Consequence pt.2”❤️

- x Fem!Reader “still yours”❤️

- x Reader “hit me (like you mean it)”❤️

- x Reader “Tactical Complications”❤️

- “Battle Scars” ❤️/🌶️

- “The Butcher and The Wolf” ❤️ multiple parts

Overall Material List

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Bad Batch x Fem!Reader where they haven’t realized how much they like her and having her apart of the team because they didn’t want to get attached but then they see her with other clones having fun and being tactical and huggy with them. I’m a sucker for jealous tropes and the “she’s ours” stuff! Thank you! Xx

“Ours”

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader

Featuring: Commander Wolffe, Boost, Sinker (104th)

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The Bad Batch didn’t realize how much they liked having you around—until you weren’t just around them anymore.

You’d been reassigned temporarily to assist the 104th Battalion for a joint operation, something about terrain recon and hostile base infiltration. The job was meant to be routine. Easy. Quick. But it had stretched to three weeks, and that was three weeks too long for Clone Force 99.

“She’s fine,” Tech said for the third time that day, eyes on his datapad but noticeably less focused than usual.

“Of course she’s fine,” Crosshair muttered. “She’s annoying. Won’t shut up. Talks too much. Laughs at stupid jokes.”

“She does make the barracks less quiet,” Echo added, but his words sounded more like a confession than a complaint.

Hunter remained quiet, brooding in the corner, arms crossed. Wrecker finally broke the silence.

“I miss her.”

No one argued.

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When they finally returned to Anaxes to regroup, they weren’t expecting to find you on the tarmac—leaning against a gunship, laughing with Commander Wolffe and his men.

You had your arm slung around Sinker’s shoulder, mid-sparring banter, sweat-slicked and flushed from training. Boost was tossing a ration bar at you like it was a long-running inside joke, and Wolffe—stoic, grumpy Wolffe—was standing beside you with the faintest upward tug at the corner of his mouth.

You laughed and said something that made the entire squad snort.

Wrecker stopped dead in his tracks. “Wait—are they hugging her?”

Crosshair’s scowl darkened. “Why the hell is she touching Sinker?”

“She’s laughing,” Echo muttered. “At his joke.”

Hunter’s jaw ticked. “Let’s go.”

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You saw them before they could storm up and cause a scene—which, let’s be real, was already inevitable.

“Hey!” you called out cheerfully, waving them over. “Look who finally decided to show up. I was beginning to think you all forgot about me.”

“We didn’t,” Hunter said. The rest of them were staring daggers past you at the Wolfpack.

Wolffe raised a brow and drawled, “We took real good care of her. Didn’t we, boys?”

“Too good,” Sinker smirked. “She’s basically one of us now.”

“She is one of us,” Boost added, throwing his arm around your shoulders with obnoxious ease. “Got the bite to match.”

You didn’t see it, but every member of the Bad Batch visibly twitched.

“She’s not a stray,” Crosshair hissed, stepping forward.

“Could’ve fooled us,” Wolffe shot back, “considering how quick you were to let her slip away.”

“Wasn’t our choice,” Tech said stiffly.

“You sure?” Sinker smirked. “Didn’t seem like you were fighting too hard to keep her.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Okay, woah, no testosterone fights on the landing pad, please.”

Wrecker pointed dramatically. “You hugged him!”

You blinked. “You’ve hugged me!”

“Yeah but that’s different!” he whined.

“Why?” you challenged.

Silence.

Hunter stepped forward, voice lower now. “Because you’re ours.”

Your breath caught.

Wolffe’s grin turned downright wolfish. “Took ‘em long enough.”

You looked between both squads, caught between amusement and surprise. “So let me get this straight… the 104th is adopting me, the Bad Batch is reclaiming me, and I didn’t even get a say?”

“You always get a say,” Hunter said, quieter now. “But we want you to know how we feel.”

“And how’s that?”

Wrecker was first. “I missed you.”

“I hated not having you around,” Echo added.

“Everything was quiet,” Tech admitted.

“You’re mine,” Crosshair said, almost growled. “Ours.”

Your eyes flicked to Wolffe and his boys.

Wolffe shrugged. “Guess we’ll let you go this time.”

Sinker grinned. “But if they mess up, you know where to find us.”

You snorted. “What is this, the clone version of a custody battle?”

Boost winked. “Only if it means you come back for visitation rights.”

You laughed. “Alright, alright. I’ll go home. But I am visiting the 104th again. You guys are a riot.”

Hunter stepped closer, head tilting. “As long as you come back to us.”

You smiled, softening. “Always.”

The air between you and the Batch shifted—less tension, more heat, more home. Hunter didn’t touch you, not yet, but his presence lingered close, electric.

You turned back toward Wolffe and the others, grinning. “Thanks for everything, boys.”

Sinker gave you a two-finger salute. “Don’t be a stranger.”

“Yeah,” Boost chimed in, winking. “Just remember which pack took you in first.”

You rolled your eyes, walking backward toward your original squad. “You’re all insufferable.”

“And you love it,” Wolffe called after you.

echoed behind you.

Then, low—too low for most ears, but not for Hunter’s enhanced senses—Wolffe muttered to his boys, voice almost casual:

“She’s still got a bit of wolf in her now. Let’s hope they can keep up.”

Hunter stopped walking.

His head tilted just enough to catch the last of the words. Not angry. Not threatened. Just… cold.

Possessive.

His jaw flexed.

Crosshair noticed first. “Problem?”

Hunter didn’t answer right away. His gaze flicked to your back—laughing with Wrecker about something stupid—and then back to the 104th retreating into the barracks.

“No,” he said finally. “No problem.”

But when he looked forward again, his voice was steel-wrapped velvet.

“They can howl all they want.”

He caught up to you in two strides.

“We’re the ones she’s running with.”