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closer ; coriolanus snow

pairing ; coriolanus snow x reader

words ; 3.4k

about ; you and coriolanus have never exactly gotten along, and all of that boils over at a party you're hosting. based off of this request.

warning(s) ; smut, fingering, p in v sex, not edited, mentions of choking someone out (lol)

authors note ; please feel free to request fics or headcanons or blurbs! i hope u enjoy :) kinda got carried away with this one.

Coriolanus was, for lack of a better word, obsessive. 

He was obsessive in the things that he did, the people he saw, the way he dressed, he was obsessive to the point that anyone who had even a glance as to what he was thinking would think that he was insane. It was no way to live, but the spiny, tingly feeling that rose up his spine when he felt the obsession for yet another thing growing was enough to keep him tethered in his ways. He’s a reserved, meticulous man who never let himself be seen as anything other than such, no one had ever seen him make one mistake, not since he was a young child. He was erratic, cold and calculated all at the same time. He didn’t like when things didn’t go his way, and he certainly didn’t like when he felt that someone was trying to best him. 

And that’s what you seemed to do, try to best him. All the time, you would walk into a room and all eyes would turn to you instead of him. You always had a way with your words, speaking to the hearts of people and reminding them that you were the Academy’s darling. It made him sick to his stomach, the knot twisting into a more convoluted mess within his gut until he wanted to throw up what little he had to eat that day. He had never felt this way about someone before, whatever it was, and he didn’t like it, not one bit. With you, he felt as if he had no control. With you, people didn’t fall under his spell. 

The party bustled all around, the lavish hall that it was situated in being filled with the noises of mentors and peers alike, all in celebration for the next Hunger Games. It was at your house, which pained Coriolanus, but made sense. You were always looking to help out, and it seemed to be the perfect opportunity for the Dean to ask if you and your family would host this gathering. You considered it done the moment it was asked of you, all you had to do was ask your parents for the money and for the time and you organized the whole thing. It was going perfectly. Many people came up to you, chiding about how wonderful the party was, how they hoped that they would get some of the appetizing leftovers from the snack table. You gave smiles, your laughter filling up the space that Coriolanus could hear, wanting nothing more than to smack you silly, to prove that you were not better than him. 

It was stupid, really, considering you had done nothing to prove that you were trying to humiliate him. It was all twisted in his mind. And he was determined to make things right, whatever that meant. 

He made his way to you, dressed in a pressed white dress shirt and black slacks, accenting his long legs, his usually curled hair pressed back only a bit in a styled fashion. He was handsome, there was no denying it. Your eyes met his blue ones, almost being enveloped in the sea of them as he made his way further. 

“Well then, if it isn’t the Academy’s darling,” Coriolanus said, his tone nothing but authoritative, as if he was trying to make you feel uncomfortable. You were used to his slight jabs, the way that he always seemed to want to push your buttons. You paid it no mind, not letting him have the satisfaction. “How much of daddy’s money did you have to spend to pull this off?” 

You rolled your eyes, pearled white teeth biting your tongue as you chose your words carefully. “Coriolanus, do tell me, is it your mission in life to be a thorn in my side?” A playful jab, something that you could easily spin out as being a tease if the wrong person was to hear. After all, you wouldn’t want your reputation to tank over one encounter. That was the thing about the Academy, always somewhere there was someone watching, listening. You were never alone. 

Thorns. They reminded him of his Grandma’am’s roses, how the things would get caught in your skin if you weren’t careful enough. There had been many times where he had cut himself on the barbs, the tip digging into the thin layer of his hand and drawing blood when he had gone to cut one for his outfit. He thought to himself how he wanted to be a thorn in your side, how he wanted to poke and prod at you until he drew blood, to see your perfect image falter under his touch. He chuckled at your words, the crease lines of his smile oh so evident as you looked at his stupid, perfect face. He leaned in, the smell of roses enveloping the two of you, his face almost disastrously close to your own. 

“Do you want me to be?” 

You scoffed. “Being crass now?” 

Of course, of course you dealt your hand in the same way that you always did. He would put himself out there, trying to get a rouse out of you, and you wouldn’t bite at the bait. You would simply leave him there, to play with himself, and it was so infuriating. For once, just once, he wished that he would see that perfectness in your stature falter. He wanted to see you ruined, whether or not he was the person to do it. But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he knew that he had to be the one to ruin you. You were his, whether you knew it or not. 

You walked away from him, spinning on your perfect heels and making your way to a door, opening it and closing. It was the bathroom, one of many in your house but the one that was most accessible to the party. You needed a moment alone, to freshen up, to get Coriolanus out of your mind. This was your party, he wasn’t just going to ruin it like this by using all of his stupid words. Your hand went to your forehead, pushing some of the strands that had fallen from your perfectly styled hair back to their place, leaning in and scanning your face in the mirror for any other mistakes on your clear skin. Just as you were about to turn and make your way out, you watched as the door opened and closed just as quickly, Coriolanus standing there with his back to the door. You heard the familiar click of the lock, and the way that he looked at you made you shiver. He looked like he wanted to eat you alive. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” You asked him, moving to grab the handle but was quickly swatted away by his hand. You looked up at him, the height difference palpable, despite the heels you had on. He was so much bigger than you, he could easily overpower any move that you tried to make. “Let me through, Snow, this isn’t funny.” 

“No.” 

Your eyes squinted. “No?” 

“You know, for someone who spends hours in front of the mirror, you’re not fooling anyone,” Coriolanus said. He took a step forward, which didn’t really make such a difference in the long run. This was a big bathroom, if you really wanted you could've had a party in here with a sizable guest list. Still, you took a step backwards, wanting to keep the distance between the two of you. 

“What’s your problem, Coriolanus?” 

“You’re my problem,” He breathed out. “Always pretending to be so damn perfect.” 

You laughed. “Well, not everyone can embrace mediocrity as effortlessly as you do.” A low blow, something you knew would get under his skin and rile him up. And it seemed to do just that, because you could see his jaw clench, perfect facade that he had seemed to falter. You had caught him off guard, he hadn’t expected you to bite back with such a fiery attitude. But maybe you had just had enough of all his button pushing, of all his mindless teasing and hating on you for what seemed like no reason. You wanted to make him uncomfortable, make him know how much you loathed him. So you continued, “Jealous much? Can’t handle the fact that I outshine you without even trying?” 

Coriolanus was walking towards you before you even had a chance to move out of the way, his large body caging you in between himself and the marble counter. His hand went to your jaw, the contact of his fingertip on your skin making you heat up, a small fire burning in your chest. His grip was so hard that you were sure that it would leave a bruise. Your eyes widened, pupils blown out from the contact. You hadn’t expected for him to do this, you hated how much you liked it. How you wondered if he was this rough when he was doing other things. 

He didn’t say anything for a moment, seemingly liking the way that your doe eyes widened and looked at him, like you were a deer caught in the headlights. But his mouth opened, “You don’t know anything about me.” 

Which was, for the record, very true. You didn’t know anything about Coriolanus Snow because he seemed so keen on keeping things a secret. You didn’t know about his home life, the only thing you knew about him was what he was showing to you now, that he had a dark side that was starting to leak out of the cracks of his perfected persona. You gave a smile, a vile, venomous one that was meant to catch him off guard. “Yeah? So tell me, Coriolanus Snow, what don’t I know? Please, enlighten me.” 

He wished that you would just shut the fuck up. He wanted to put his hand around your throat and choke you until you lost consciousness, so that he could feel like he would be rid of all the sickening thoughts about you for just one moment. He thought about leaving right now, leaving while he still had some dignity left. But Coriolanus was not one to back down from a challenge, and he certainly wasn’t one to lose the upper hand. He was in control, he had to keep his control. There was no way in hell that he would let you think differently. 

The way he kissed you was bruising, like he was trying to make a mark on you forever. His teeth grazed against your lips, biting and nipping enough to almost draw blood. Coriolanus was all consuming, His one hand staying on your jaw while the other one came to wrap around your throat, disregarding his earlier thoughts and instead only squeezing a little bit, pulling you closer to him. His hips pushed into your own, you could feel his bulge through his trousers, a smirk fell on your face before he was quick to wipe it off by pushing you so much into the counter that you jumped on top of it, opening your legs and allowing him to slot in between them. 

Your hands came and wrapped in his hair, pulling on the locks of goldenness that you had only fantasized before in your dreams. They were soft, just like you imagined, and the way that you pulled on them had him groaning into your mouth, his lips leaving yours to kiss harshly against your jawline, down your neck, and onto the part of your collarbone that was exposed from your dress shirt. Teeth pressing against the soft skin that connected your jaw to your neck. You sighed out, hands moving down to his torso and surrendering into his touch as if saying do anything to me, anything you’d like.

And he did, because the second he heard that sigh come from your pretty pink lips he was determined to explore every part that he could of your body. He paid extra attention to your neck, sucking just under your chin, earning a soft moan on your part at the feeling. Your hips pressed against his and each of you breathed out, liking that feeling more than anything in the world. You hated how pliant you were in his hands, something you never thought would happen in a million years with Coriolanus Snow. And yet, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, instead pulling his head closer to your body and allowing for one of his hands to slip under your dress shirt, palm pressing against your left breast. He liked you like this, so perfectly obedient and compliant. He was going to enjoy ruining you. 

His hands pushed your pants down along with your panties, leaving you completely bare in front of him. You felt insecure, instinctually closing your legs away from him. He tutted, shaking his head and taking both of his hands to spread your legs open in front of him. He stood there looking at the curve of your hips and the apex of your thighs, eyes landing on your wet center. you looked down at him while he did nothing, only staring at you. You were completely vulnerable, insides screaming for him to just touch you. He seemed to want to take his time, from the way that his hand came and rested on the inside of your thigh while his eyes looked at your face gauging for a reaction. 

“What do you want, an instruction book?” You asked him, the brattiness and defiance in your tone that should’ve made him angry instead made him chuckle. His hand continued to reach further until his thumb pressed against your clit, making you groan at the feeling, your legs wrapping around his clothed waist. He was still completely clothed while you were completely pantsless. The bastard. He slid a singular finger into you, knowing that it would be enough to satisfy you for now, but it wasn’t enough. 

“Coriola-” 

A knock on the door made you both stop what you were doing. A voice was heard on the other end, it was your friend, wondering if you were okay since you had been in there for a while. “Y-yes! It’s fine,” You lied. “I’m just not feeling very well, I’ll be out soon!” You heard footsteps receding, and you turned your attention back to Coriolanus, who was looking down at you with a smirk. His finger was still buried in you, your pussy squeezing around his finger, wishing that he would move it. He seemed to understand what you wanted, his finger beginning to pump in and out, his thumb still pressed against your clit. The feeling was searing, something you weren’t even sure could just be described by words. 

His finger curled up in a come here motion and you almost screamed, biting your lip so that you wouldn’t give him the pleasure of knowing he had such an effect over you. He could see through your bullshit quite clearly, pushing another two fingers into you and not moving. Coriolanus had three fingers in you that he wasn’t moving, watching you squirm against his hand to create some kind of pleasure. but with his other hand he held your hips down, keeping you from moving at all. 

“I want to hear you beg for it.”

“For fucks sake, Coriolanus,” you said, eyes opening to look at him. 

His chest pressed against your own as he leaned in, “Beg. or I’ll leave you to finger fuck yourself.”

For a moment you thought that you weren’t going to do it, mostly because of your pride and ego. the pleasure that awaited you took over though and you opened your mouth to say, “please, Coriolanus. Fuck me with your fingers. Stretch me out. I need you.” your cheeks burned in embarrassment at your words, knowing that he would never let you live that down. 

“Good girl.”

He spared not a moment more, fingers setting at an unbelievably fast pace as they pumped in and out of you. His thumb massaged figure eights on your clit and you knew that you weren’t going to last long. Your head arched back, feeling him hit your g spot every single time his fingers fucked into you. Soon enough you were cumming, opening your eyes and seeing blurry vision. He kept pumping his fingers, mouth finding home on your neck to give you more marks, perfect petals like a perfect rose. You didn’t know how you were going to be able to hide all of them.

You took a minute to catch your breath and for that moment he wasn’t touching you at all made you miss his touch more than you were willing to admit. You heard the sound of pants unzipping and soon enough Coriolanus was in between your legs, this time his cock in his hands as he pumped lazily. He was big, you thought to yourself. Of course he was, considering all he had done with you so far, he was just preparing for you to be almost speared open by his cock. Incoherent words spilled from your lips, all different forms of begging for him to just push it in, and he finally gave you the satisfaction, the tip of his cock pressing into your entrance. Coriolanus pushed all the way in, inch by agonizingly slow inch, his own eyes falling shut at the feeling of your warmth around him. 

Once he bottomed out, he pulled out, pushing back in. You hissed at the feeling, not all the way used to the feeling of him stretching you out but loving it anyways. He buried himself into you like he owned you and you loved it. His hands came to your hips and thrusted in and out with such force that your whole body moved with every single rut into you. He shed no mercy, hitting that one spot every single time mercilessly. 

Your hands fumbled to touch him, anywhere you possibly could. Eventually you made your way to his back, fingernails digging into his skin enough to probably draw blood from underneath the white button up that he was wearing. You scratched up and down, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. Your breasts bounced up and down with every thrust from underneath your shirt, your mouth opened slack. The heat in the room was almost unbearable, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

He grabbed your thigh and hoisted it up, moaning at the new angle that he hit within you. Your eyes teared up with the pleasure that coursed through you, once again about to hit that brink once again. You were already pretty sensitive from the previous orgasm. His name sounded so pornographic coming from you that he tried his best to remember how it sounded. It was unlike anything he had ever felt in his life. You looked so fucking good taking him like this. He felt as if he had everything he ever wanted in the palm of his hands. And he was making you feel good, better than anyone ever had before. 

This drove his pride, thrusting animal like into you to take you to that peak again. He wanted to make you cum again. And you did, after about three thrusts from him, each one pulling out all the way and pushing in with force. his hand slipped down to rub your clit in figure eights and you came with a yell of his name into his shoulder, biting down on the fabric to try and muffle some of it so that passersby wouldn’t hear what was going on inside the bathroom. Not even two thrusts after, he was cumming, a low groan eliciting from his lips while his body stalled slightly on top of you. Each of your skins were drenched with sweat that you two almost stuck to each other. He pulled your face to meet his own and gave you a quick peck, and continued this all the way down your neck then stopping to bury his face into the crook of your neck, composing himself. 

He didn’t pull out, not right away, thinking that he had gotten all that he wanted. 

And there was no way that he could let you go now. 

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― 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎 (nsfw)

⌯ pairing: coriolanus snow / fem!reader ⌯ warnings: mentions of death, mentions of hanging, smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), nipple play, biting, mutual orgasm, angst ⌯ word count: 5.6k ⌯ summary: coriolanus snow is your best friend, and you know everything there is to know about him, except for one thing. and, when you find out what it is, it shocks you more than anything. ⌯ author’s note: I wrote half of this last night and the last half today and honestly I don't remember a thing. I was fr possessed by the writing demon. so I have only proofread the first half lollll. sorry if it flows oddly because of that. but this is my first coryo fic and I'm excited to post it. I read the book 3 years ago and finally saw the movie a few days ago. anyway, if you enjoy please lmk! please reblog and like to support me (:

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ.

You try to remind yourself that people do bad things all the time. Terrible things, even. But it doesn’t make everyone bad or terrible people.

This rings true for your best friend, Coriolanus Snow. It doesn’t take a genius to know that he’s no saint. It’s even more apparent when he returns from District 12. You know immediately something is amiss. He always keeps to himself and only speaks when spoken to or when he feels he has something important to say. But now his words are fewer and farther in between. Coriolanus is patient and thoughtful on the outside but keeps how he truly feels hidden away inside. He can think about how much he wants to eradicate someone while putting a face on. But you can always see right through his poker face. Coriolanus’s silent but deadly demeanor has only intensified since he returned to the Capitol. You know every inch of his brain, his mannerisms and behavior, and how he thinks- so you know he has done something. You just don’t know what. You do know, however, something went down between him and the songbird tribute from 12. Lucy Gray Baird. The girl with dark features, a brilliant smile, and a heavenly voice. The girl that Coriolanus had seemed to have fallen in love with. It was painful to watch, but you pushed through. Coriolanus had told you everything throughout the days before the games. Despite knowing him through and through, you had no idea that Coriolanus never had any romantic feelings toward Lucy Gray. Instead, his feelings were aimed toward someone else. But, for now, you didn’t know this. Coriolanus takes pride in knowing that you don’t, in fact, know everything about him. But he would never let that on.

Coriolanus is meeting with Dean Highbottom tomorrow to return Sejanus’ things to him rather than to the Plinths. Your best friend feels he needs a great way to start the conversation with Highbottom about his experience of District 12, and nothing is better than a small metal box with things that Sejanus cherished. It was definitely going to be a statement. 

“Coryo?”

“Hmm?”

“What did you do?”

Coriolanus tenses up from where he’s standing in his bedroom, tinkering with something out of your sight on his dresser. You’re laying on his bed, flipping through a book of his you’ve read many a time already. Your eyes are burning holes into his back, expectantly waiting for his response. You know he will give you the run around until he has nowhere else to go.

“Care to be more specific, darling?”

You roll your eyes at the nickname he uses for you when he feels he’s in trouble, “No,” you sigh, “Just tell me. What’s bothering you?”

Coriolanus hesitantly turns around, blocking the view of the dresser with his body as he braces himself against it, still not saying anything. You close the book and set it beside you before getting up from his bed and walking over to your best friend. Coriolanus crosses his arms, looking down at you with that plain, empty stare of his. You heavily exhale through your nose, blinking up at him, crossing your own arms mockingly. There’s an intense glaring contest between the two of you for a few moments until Coriolanus eventually folds, pressing his lips together impatiently. 

“Sejanus,” he says, shrugging as his eyes bore into yours.

You closely study his face, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Sejanus. You know he had been hung for his crimes. It didn’t seem like Sejanus to do something that rebellious, but stranger things had happened.

“What about Sejanus?”

Coriolanus opens his mouth to speak before closing it again. He thinks for a moment, wondering if he should truly tell you. He tells you everything; if he doesn’t, you eventually figure it out alone. Sometimes, he thinks you’re smarter than him, and it scares him. Before Coriolanus can dwell any further, the sharpness of your stare gets to him, “I recorded him.”

Coriolanus’ words bounce around in your head, and slowly, you begin to put the pieces together. That’s when it dawns on you. Coriolanus had inadvertently killed Sejanus. Your face softens, your arms uncrossing and falling to your sides. 

“I don’t know what to say,” you bite your lip.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Coriolanus says, returning to his activity on the dresser.

There’s a pause, silence hanging in the air thickly. He’s right. You don’t have to say anything. And you don’t. Instead, you snake your arms around Coriolanus’ waist, pressing yourself into the curve of his spine. Your cheek presses into his back, and the familiar smell of rose wafts through your nose. It isn’t often the two of you embrace. Neither of you are fans of hugging per se, but there are times when you do wrap up in one another. You feel right now is appropriate- Coriolanus probably had to process his best friend’s death on his own. Both of you have gone to each other about these kinds of things since childhood. 

Coriolanus relaxes at your touch, hanging his head slightly. He almost almost feels a twinge of guilt for not confiding in you. But he knows how smart you are. As mentioned before, you always figure it out in the end. Coriolanus places his hands on top of yours. He still has nightmares about the sound of Sejanus’ neck snapping and the mockingjays calling out his final cry for his friend’s help. Coriolanus doesn’t feel bad for causing the demise of Sejanus, nor does he feel anything about the two people he killed in District 12. He believes that’s just life, that people do bad things because they’re all inherently bad. Coriolanus knows he’s not a good person because of what he’s done, and he doesn’t care. You have to step on others to climb to the top. And Snow always falls on top.

“I know why you did it, Coryo.”

Coriolanus’ head snaps up at that, but he tries to remain cool, “Really? And why is that?”

“You want to succeed more than anything. I know you do,” you pull away, prompting Coriolanus to turn around and face you, “And I know you’d make sacrifices for it. Just like you did for Lucy Gray.”

Coriolanus cringes at the mention of Lucy Gray, and you frown. Coriolanus takes notice of this.

“I never,” he begins to say, but then shakes his head as if to get rid of his train of thought.

“Never what?” you ask.

“Nothing important,” Coriolanus goes to turn around again, but you grab him.

“There’s still something you’re not telling me,” you say accusingly, your fingers wrapped tightly around Coriolanus’ wrist, “And if you don’t say something now, I will find out. And you won’t like it when I do.”

“Is that a threat?” Coriolanus tilts his head, yanking his arm from your grip as he steps closer to you, his breath hitting your face.

Unphased, you simply look up at him, “What if it is?”

Coriolanus scoffs, standing up straight and nodding to himself, deciding to toy with you a little as he casts his eyes down to yours, “Don’t play with me, little one.”

The blonde knows how annoyed you get when he teases you. He only does it if he wants something. In this case, you figure he wants you to leave it alone.

You grit your teeth, “Coryo,” you say threateningly, “I just want to help.”

“You can help by stopping where you are,” Coriolanus growls, not wanting to think about how every time he looked at Lucy Gray, he saw you instead. 

He didn’t want to think about how Lucy Gray was in the arena that night. How he watched the screen like a hawk, waiting with bated breath for it to be over. Or how she sang to him at the cabin, and he wished it were you in his embrace instead. And least of all, Coriolanus didn’t want to think about how Lucy Gray vanished into the woods, never to be seen again. He had lost her, and he didn’t want to lose you, too. But the difference here is that he loves you, not the songbird. Coriolanus has ruined enough in his life, even if there’s a light at the end of the tunnel for him despite his mistakes. He doesn’t want to ruin his lifelong relationship with you and risk not being rewarded for it like everything else. You’re too precious. And despite the darkness and the damning anger constantly brewing inside him, when he looks at you, it all stops for a little while. 

You bite your tongue, inhaling sharply as you take a step back from Coriolanus, “Fine.”

Before he can react, you’re heading for the door. When you walk out of his bedroom, you glance over at the dresser curiously to see what he had been tinkering with and see three small bottles of morphling. A small container of white powder sits next to them. Your eyes flicker up to Coriolanus’ without a word, and he knows you’ve seen. But he also knows you won’t say anything. As quiet as a mouse, you close his bedroom door behind you.

It’s been days since you’ve seen Coriolanus. 

Sleeping has been challenging, and eating is difficult. Your best friend is everywhere you look and go. You see him in everything. Dean Highbottom is dead, and the Capitol is in shambles over it. Immediately after hearing the news, you knew Coriolanus had something to do with it. He and Highbottom had never been on good terms, and now that Coriolanus had the upper hand in the Capitol as a Gamemaker, he could do whatever he saw fit to get to the top. He always has. 

You’re alone in your small apartment, only a lamp providing ambient lighting against the dark rain clouds outside. Curled up on your couch, you’re reading a book you borrowed from Coriolanus long ago. You had loved it so much that he had let you keep it. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve read it, but it brings you a strange form of comfort every time you do. The story's climax is about to happen when there’s a subtle knock on your front door. You heave a sigh, closing the book and getting up from your comfy spot. You grab a robe from the coat closet and wrap yourself in it, not knowing who could be at the door. When you swing the door open, you’re shocked to see Coriolanus.

“What are you-”

“I’m sorry,” he blurts out, and you look at him with a stunned expression. He’s never been one to apologize.

You brace yourself against the door, arms crossed, as you motion for him to continue.

“I know you only care about me and want to make sure you can be there for me properly,” Coriolanus says, his eyes darting around your face, “And I appreciate that. And you.”

You nod understandingly, standing up straight before widening the entrance for Coriolanus to enter. Carefully, he walks in, and you close the door behind him. Coriolanus is right behind you when you turn around, with a white rose in hand. He snaps half the stem off, taking the other half with the rose and tucking it behind your ear softly. 

“We’re able to grow them again.”

A small smile graces your lips at that. Coriolanus tucks hair behind your other ear, gently tracing your cheekbone with his knuckle. The tender gesture shocks you, but you just stare up at him and watch him study your face.

“I never,” Coriolanus says before pausing momentarily, just as he did the other day.

“I never loved her.”

“What do you mean?” your face scrunches in confusion.

“I never loved Lucy Gray,” Coriolanus shakes his head, bringing his gaze to yours, “I already have love for someone else.”

You try to keep your face as neutral as possible, letting your best friend’s words fully sink into your brain. Coriolanus was in love. If not with Lucy Gray, then who? 

“If you had not told me, I would’ve never known. You could’ve fooled me,” you lightly chuckle, almost unable to look him directly in the eye.

Coriolanus hums, a surprised look on his face, “You, of all people, haven’t figured it out already?”

“Figured out what? That pretending to love Lucy Gray was your big plan to win?”

“Not only that,” Coriolanus says, moving his hand to grasp your chin, “But you still haven’t figured out who it is that I love most in this world. That’s rich coming from you, my dear. It’s the most obvious, and you’ve yet to see it.”

At this point, it’s almost insulting for him to assume you know who he’s in love with. Yes, you can look at his emotionless expressions and know something is off with him. You can tell by his mannerisms when he’s in a good mood or a bad one, and you know by the look in his eye when he’s enthralled with something. But you’ve only ever seen him have that look a few times. So it’s not like you can know for sure this time. You narrow your eyes at him, his hand warm against the skin of your face. His eyes are gleaming with mischief and something else you can’t put your finger on. Then, it clicks. You do see it. You shakily take a step back from Coriolanus, your eyes not leaving his as you accidentally bump into the table by the door. You let it fall pathetically to the floor as the sound of it cracking against the hardwood echoes in the foyer. 

“Whatever game you’re playing now isn’t funny, Coryo,” you mutter, your eyes burning with angry, embarrassed tears.

Coriolanus steps toward you, a smile growing on his usually empty face, “You see it now?”

“I’m not sure what I see,” you say through gritted teeth, fighting hard to blink back your emotion.

Coriolanus lets his smile falter, briefly looking down at his feet before darting his eyes to yours, “It’s you. It’s always been you.”

You shake your head, the rose falling from your hair and to the floor, “Why?” you ask, your voice trembling, “How?”

Your best friend’s hands slowly move from his sides to rest against your hot, angered cheeks, bringing you closer to him, “You see things in me no one else can. You see things in me I can’t even see in myself.”

You don’t say anything, tears now falling from your lashes. Coriolanus quickly brushes them away with his thumbs, “And believe it or not, I can see things too. In you.”

“What things?” you ask, your voice still blanketed in anger and hesitance. 

“I’ve never understood what love looked like until I saw the way you look at me,” Coriolanus’ lips curl into a small smile, a rare occurrence, 

“And how do I look at you?” 

“The same way you look at the children playing in the street,” he says, “And how you look at books and paintings. With this wonder and appreciation, and hope.”

You close your eyes, silently crying, as you realize Coriolanus has never spoken like this before about anything. Not to you or anyone else about anything or anyone else. 

“Look at me,” Coriolanus whispers, and you open your eyes to see him closer to your face than before.

Now you really see it. The thing you couldn’t put your finger on before. That peculiar way Coriolanus stares at you- you only ever see it when he looks at his family or when he thinks of something brilliant. Whenever he smells roses, his blue eyes soften that way, too- joy, comfort, and safety.

Coriolanus watches as realization falls upon you, and your expression becomes more open. He knows you finally see in him what he sees in you- a mutual understanding and feeling of love for one another. Coriolanus never noticed how you looked at him until he saw Lucy Gray look at Maude Ivory or Sejanus when he looked at the bodies of the fallen tributes in the arena. He never had that feeling for anything, he had thought. Coriolanus only knows hunger- for not just food but for power. And he thought that’s all he’d ever feel until he met Lucy Gray and saw you. He saw you fighting for your life in that arena and trusting him even when you probably shouldn’t. Coriolanus watched you save his life. When he lay there in the ruins in agony from his burns, he realized ever since you were children, you had been saving him all along. He wanted to hate you for it like he hates everyone and everything else. But Coriolanus couldn’t. And here you are before him, your face in his hands, the world- his world, in his hands. He loves you, and you love him, and despite everything that’s happened, that’s all that matters to Coriolanus.

The silence in the apartment stings in your ears, and the dim lamp casts shadows of Coriolnaus’ eyelashes on his cheeks. But you don’t move or say anything. You just breathe in the blue of his eyes. You almost don’t notice him tilting his head slightly and brushing his lips against yours. Coriolanus is hesitant, but he knows he needs to feel you in a way he has never done before. You let him press a soft kiss to your mouth, your eyes fluttering shut. His palms still rest on your cheeks, holding you like you’re fragile. As you kiss back, your hands slide between his arms to gently hold his neck. When you open your mouth slightly to gasp for air, Coriolanus slips his tongue inside. A groan bubbles up your throat as he takes control of your embrace.

“How about we continue this elsewhere,” Coriolanus whispers against your lips, and you nod.

A short walk to your bedroom and the closing of the door sends the man into overdrive as he backs you against it. Capturing your lips again, he doesn’t hold back this time. Coriolanus’ hands find themselves on your waist, his fingers pressing into the material of your shirt underneath the robe. Yours creep into his now short hair where it’s just long enough for you to comb through it. An unfiltered passion hangs in the air as the kiss becomes more desperate, your bodies pressed to each other as firmly as possible as your hands begin to explore. Coriolanus pushes your robe off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a heap as his fingertips slide under your shirt and over your uncovered breasts. You’re fighting for dominance over the kiss as Coriolanus learns the crevices and gaps of your mouth with ease. A moan escapes you when he brushes over your nipples softly, making your attempt at dominating slowly diminish. Now Coriolanus has control over your open-mouthed kiss, but he soon gives it up and opts to leave small kisses along your cheek to your jaw. You breathe heavily as Coriolanus begins kneading at your breasts as he nips along the underside of your jaw, running his tongue over the small reddening spots he’s leaving.

He inhales the smell of your skin, his thumbs flicking your sensitive buds simultaneously as he travels further down the column of your throat. As much as you wish to continue here against the mahogany door, you take an opportunity to break from Coriolanus to grab his wrist and pull it from your shirt. Before he can ask if he’s done something wrong, you walk him to your bed, where you lay down against your pillows. The usually light blue of Coriolanus’ eyes darkens to an unrecognizable shade as he unbuttons his shirt from the edge of the mattress. His lips are agape as he watches you peel off your shirt, revealing your torso to him fully. Climbing over you, Coriolanus wastes no time attacking your lips as he holds himself up effortlessly. His body is far more toned and muscular than it used to be because of the Peacekeeper training. You drink in his almost god-like appearance as he leaves hot kisses on your neck. Coriolanus moves down, resting his body against your thighs to make himself comfortable. He gazes up at you while his kisses slow down around your bare breasts, asking permission to go further. You squirm underneath him, wishing he’d do something already.

“Tell me what you want, dear,” Coriolanus drags his lips against your tender flesh almost tantalizingly.

“You can touch me, Coryo,” you smile, carding your fingers through his blonde hair, “I want you to.”

Coriolanus wastes no time wrapping his warm mouth around your nipple, lapping at it before letting his teeth graze upon it. You shudder at the sensation, humming in contentment when he begins to suckle the skin lightly. Coriolanus’ other hand squeezes your other breast as he works to overstimulate the one he’s currently focused on. Warmth begins pooling in your lower stomach as Coriolanus pulls the sensitive bud with his teeth, making you whimper. He decides he wants to hear that again, so he repeats the action. This time, your hips buck up into Coriolanus's, and he chuckles.

“Easy, now. I want you to enjoy this as much as I am. Be patient, little one,” he says, twisting your nipple between his fingertips to test how sensitive it’s become.

You whimper again, and Coriolanus admires how angry the soft, peaked flesh is from his mouth. Now, he moves on to the other one, and your hips buck into him again. This time, you feel a bulge beginning to grow in his trousers, and a sense of satisfaction fills you. You relish in the fact Coriolanus is getting turned on just by exploring your body. He bites, sucks, and teases your nipple until you’re whimpering and unable to stop moving underneath him. Coriolanus sits up on your thighs, running his palms over your hardened buds before letting his hands roam your stomach and waist, sending shivers through you. His fingers eventually hook themselves beneath the band of your lounge pants, pulling them down while he moves from where he was sitting, to your side. You kick off the pants when they reach your ankles as Coriolanus unfastens his trousers, removing them with his underwear to join the growing pile of clothing. To say your best friend is well-endowed is an understatement. 

“Beautiful,” Coriolanus climbs back onto your legs, letting his hips press against your shins as he settles himself between your legs.

His thumb carefully traces along the growing wet spot on your underwear before barely brushing against your clothed clit, making your hips tremble. 

“So wet already,” Coriolanus says, resting his cheek on your inner thigh, “You’ve probably wanted this for so long, hmm?” His dark eyes meet yours, the mischievous gleam still present despite his enlarged pupils.

“I won’t lie and say I haven’t,” you say shakily, nervous for him to see you completely bare.

“Well,” Coriolanus says, pressing a kiss to your covered clit, “I know I have.”

He then pulls your underwear down enough to have full access to you. He takes a moment to take in the scent of your arousal before spreading your lips to reveal your hardened clit. Coriolanus admires how your body reacts to his touch and craves to find out just how far he can go. He lets his index finger tease across the bundle of nerves before he attaches his mouth to it. The warmth of his tongue against where you need him most provokes a relieved moan from you. Coriolanus tortuously circles your clit with the tip of his tongue, allowing it to flick the bud every few circumferences. He knows how incredibly wet you must be getting, so he gauges just how much by dragging a finger up your slit. Coriolanus groans at the amount of slick that covers his digit, letting it prod at your entrance before slowly pushing in. He can only imagine how soaked it’ll feel around his cock when you’re ready for him. He curls his finger inside you, finding the spongy area of your cunt. Coriolanus fucks into it with his fingertip, lightly grazing it each time, making your hips jump as you cry out. 

“Can you take two?” Coriolanus pulls away from your pussy for a moment, “Oh, who am I kidding? Of course you can take two. You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

A high-pitched moan leaves your lips at Coriolanus’ sassy tone and the feeling of two fingers pressing into your g spot. He resumes his assault on your clit as his long fingers scissor and stretch you out deliciously, the burn subsiding with each thrust. They beckon inside you as Coriolanus begins to suck your bud hungrily. His eyes meet yours, and he doesn’t dare break the intense stare as a third finger is easily pushed into your cunt. 

“Doing so good for me,” Coriolanus praises, his free hand busying your clit as he speaks, “You’re going to take my cock just fine.”

A dizzying wave of pleasure washes over you as he fucks you with his fingers at a jarring pace, the sound of your wetness around them filling the room along with your pitiful moans. 

“I need you, Coryo,” you whine, “I need you to make love to me. Need you so bad.”

Coriolanus runs his hand along the skin of your hips soothingly, slowing his fingers before removing them. He licks them clean as he takes in how fucked out you already are. You’re still staring at him with that look only the two of you share. Sitting up, Coriolanus pulls away from you and wraps his hands around your thighs, pulling them apart. He continues holding on to them as he makes his position comfortable before using one hand to grab his length. Coriolanus strokes himself with the precum that’s leaked out, preparing to line up with your entrance. When he does, he pauses.

“You want this?” Coriolanus asks you, his fingers stroking the skin of your inner thighs, “After this, there’s no going back.”

“I don’t want to go back,” you rest your hand upon his chest, “I just want you. All of you.”

Coriolanus patiently pushes himself into you, guiding his length through your wet, velvet walls. You throw your head back into the pillows at the stretch. Even with three of his fingers to prepare you, Coriolanus’ girth is intense. He stops moving to allow you to accommodate his length as well, your tightness squeezing him. When you’ve adjusted, you push yourself further down his shaft and eventually bottom out. The two of you stay like that for a moment, allowing yourselves to get used to being connected this way. Coriolanus leans down, running his hand through your hair as he kisses you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him as close as you can while he begins to move inside you slowly. He pulls out almost all the way before thrusting back in. You pull away from the kiss to catch your breath, your nose pressed to Coriolanus’ as he pulls himself out again to slam his hips to yours. You’re both panting into each other’s mouths, with foreheads flush against one another as Coriolanus picks up a steady rhythm. He steadies himself with his hand pushed into the pillows by your head, his other still lightly gripping your hair. Temporarily removing his hold on your hair, Coriolanus lifts your legs onto his shoulders to get a better angle. He presses your thighs against your chest, his body weight fully on top of you as he thrusts into your weeping cunt even deeper than before. You can’t help but moan loudly, not caring about what your neighbors are hearing. Coriolanus grunts every time his tip hits your cervix just right as sweat beads on his hairline. 

“Taking me like such a good girl,” he gasps as you purposefully clench around him, “My good girl.”

“I like hearing you say that,” you whimper, chasing his lips with yours before capturing them.

Blonde hair sticks to Coriolanus’ forehead as he feels himself getting lost in you like he’s needed to for so long. You’re the only place he doesn’t mind losing himself in because he trusts you. He doesn’t trust anyone but you. You know every inch of his brain and every thought that goes through his head, and now you know every inch of his body and soul, too. And he knows yours. Coriolanus doesn’t wish to know anyone else how he knows you for the rest of his life. 

“I’m so close,” you whisper, focusing on how heavy Coriolnaus’ eyes are as he lifts them to look at you.

“I know,” Coriolanus whispers back, now fucking into you as fast as he can, “I can feel it.”

You bite your lip, moving your legs off his shoulders to spread them apart. Coriolanus pulls away from you to push your knees flat to the bed, letting his weight keep them pinned down. He’s now moving as deep as he can go into your warm and desperate pussy, his hips snapping forward. Your moans have become yelps as Coriolanus hits that spot inside you dead on.

“Right there, don’t stop,” you cry out, your hands holding onto his biceps fervently. 

The sounds in the room are explicit- from the squelching of your ridiculously aroused cunt being fucked, to the slapping of skin, and you and Coriolanus’ screams of pleasure bouncing off the walls. Coriolanus now opts to hold your hips, his fingernails digging into the supple flesh. You move your hands from his arms to your breasts, toying with your nipples as more warmth spreads to your core. Coriolanus uses this opportunity to spur you on even more and begins pressing his thumb to your clit, rubbing hard circles into it. You let out an animalistic groan, your legs reflexively moving to snap closed. But Coriolanus quickly pins one down again, not letting up on playing with your hard bud as you approach your orgasm. 

“Oh, Coryo,” you gasp, your back arching as your clit presses harder against his thumb and his cock delves deeper into you.

The most intense orgasm of your life rips through you as Coriolanus loses control of himself, your cunt squeezing around him with a vice grip. He cums with desperate moans as your body convulses underneath him. Both of you ride out your highs, still rutting against each other as the white-hot pleasure eases away into bliss. Catching his breath, Coriolanus carefully pulls out of you with a wince. You absentmindedly motion to your closet, where you keep the washcloths. He returns with one and cleans you up gently before cleaning himself up. As he’s discarding the cloth, you manage to weakly pull the duvet out from the pillows and envelope yourself in it. Coriolanus joins you, delicately wrapping his arms around your body as if he’d break you. He presses his nose into your shoulder, watching your relaxed expression.

“That was intense,” you speak up finally, and Coriolanus nods.

“Making up for lost time,” he says, and you turn around to face him fully.

You press yourself into his chest, wrapping an arm around him as he does the same to you. Staring into his now lighter and calmer blue eyes, you let a smile grace your lips as you can almost read his mind.

“You aren’t going to hurt me, you know,” you say.

Coriolanus’ typical blank, emotionless expression doesn’t give away anything to allude to what he’s thinking, but you know how his thought process goes. He doesn’t say anything; he just stares down at you.

“I know you think you’re some kind of monster for the things you do. And in a way, you are,” you say, “But everyone is, and it doesn’t define you. It won’t unless you allow it to.”

Coriolanus maintains his poker face as he plays with your hair, “You’re the only proof I have that evil isn’t rooted in everyone,” he says, “And I’m still grappling with it.”

“No one is born evil, and you most certainly weren’t, whether you believe that or not,” you rest your hand upon Coriolanus’ cheek, “You can choose to accept that, or you can keep trying to prove you’re evil. But just know that I wouldn’t associate myself with you if I knew you could do terrible things on purpose.”

Coriolanus flinches but realizes you’re right. Yeah, he’s a little fucked up. You know it, he knows it, everyone knows it. But he had a choice at every step of his grand plan to win the Plinth Prize. And he chose to make the negative ones. But here with you at this very moment, he knows those choices weren’t guaranteed to be made. He could’ve chosen to do right and didn’t. However, you are guaranteed. Because he loves you, and you love him. And that’s the only sure thing.

“I love you,” Coriolanus suddenly says without thinking, which isn’t typical of him.

“I love you, too,” you smile.

Despite the darkness that looms inside Coriolanus Snow, you can see something within him that no one else can. And you can’t be sure of how he decides to live his life- whether it’s in a good way or a bad way. But you are sure that as long as you’re with him, whatever decision he makes will be a logical one. Hopefully, that will be enough for Coriolanus in the end.

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EVERLARK RECS

These fics recs are for @kylorexy because she's now in the next Everlark obsession stage and ready to read some Canon Divergence and Modern AU.

I am going to start with 8 of each, but please add your fave for her OR your own fic (10 fics aren't enough!). These are mostly classics of the fandom.

Canon Divergence

Refugee by DustWriter

The Next will Never Come (it isn't complete but ends in a good place)

Alone in a Crowded Room by Pompeiigraffiti, wollaston

Hero of The Story by @muttpeeta

The Miner's Wife by MockingjayFlyingFree

The Greatest Sacrifices by Ronja

The Victor by Quothme

Your Smile is a Thin Disguise by @absnow

Modern AU:

Rebel by HGRomance

C'est La Vie by @awhiskeyriver

Drifting between Blue and Grey (it has been deleted)

Crash My Party by Court81981

Lone Star Of Mine by Jenye

Violets in the Mountain and Three Words that Became Hard to Say by PenelopeWeaving

Degrees Of Separation by @louezem

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Mandalorian headcanons I use in fanfiction

I don’t have one single story published because… I don’t finish them, but I’ve got loads of snippets with tasty worldbuilding of Mandalore and its system (aka, lots of made up things so the universe doesn’t feel as hollow). Although most are about Wrens because I LOVE them. Also, I’m not including clans I created since I’ll probably make another post for those. I have too many of headcanons either way so I might add onto the list once I recall them.

Keep in mind, those are HEADCANONS. They’re not canon. It’s simply something I did for fun in my spare time.

Everything is below the cut. Enjoy the read :)

Keep reading

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Another REALLY good series I’m really invested in

Regret Pt. 7 | Echo X JediFem! Reader

Description: Being back onboard a jedi cruiser brings up a lot of issues between you and Echo.

REGRET TABLE OF CONTENTS: Pt. One | Pt. Two | Pt. Three | Pt. Four | Five | Six

Bracca. A thousand ships cover its surface. You crouch down. Your hands are dusted with dirt and grime from climbing. Your chest rises and falls quickly as you catch your breath. This high up, you can see everything. You lean over the apex of a downed, torn apart freighter. Arms crossed, a frown casts a shadow over your face as you scan the horizon. Scraps and metal as far as your eyes can see. Wind flutters by, and you pull the hood of your robe further over your head, as though it somehow allows you to blend in with the left behind vestiges of the Republic Fleet.

A sharp whistle pierces the air. You pull your eyes from the sight of yet another ruined Jedi Cruiser and look for the squad. They’re a hundred feet below you, miniscule and far away. Wrecker drops his hand from his lips, he must be the one that whistled, and gives you a wave. Everyone is looking up at you.

Pushing yourself up, you stand and breathe in deep letting your ribcage expand fully, taking in as much air as you can. Then you breathe out. Your eyes close. The world around you falls away. You’re not on a junk world. You’re reaching out, not with your hands, but with a part of yourself no one will ever see. You reach out and take hold of a companion you’ve always known. It’s energy. It’s everything. It’s always been with you.

Then you jump.

Your stomach flips as gravity takes hold of you and commands that you descend at an incredible speed. Wind tears your hood back, rushes over your skin as the ground rushes towards you. You pull up your legs and twist and turn, positioning your body for impact. Then you throw out a hand and summon the strength to stop yourself. You can’t break the laws of physics. But you can bend them a little. Your descent slows just as your feet hit the ground. Your knees bend. Dust blooms out from around you. Your hand slowly pushes against the ground. You’re still.

“Whoa,” a voice breathes and you lift your head, to find Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, Rex, Echo and Omega watching you. Out of all of them Omega seems the most impressed, her mouth hanging open as you rise up and stand.

“Did you see anything?” Echo asks, ignoring the fact that you just plummeted a hundred feet in the air without so much as a scratch. He’s seen you do worse.

You shrug your shoulders. “Just a lot of dead ships,” you murmur as you step forward and point over their heads. “But over that ridge is a cruiser that looks mostly intact.”

“We should stay low on the way up,” Rex says, hands settling on his hips as he scans the ridge you’ve pointed out. “Scrapper guilds have claims all over this planet. We don’t want to end up on their radar.” He looks at you. “The only thing they’d love to trade more than scrap metal would be a jedi and clone deserters.”

Your arms fold over your chest as you move past him. “Then we shouldn’t dawdle. There were several haulers to our south.” There’s no more words for you to say. You start climbing in silence, leading the way up the pile of junk and scrap and trash. Everyone else follows after you.

It takes an hour of climbing and dodging scrapper patrols but you make it to the downed cruiser without anyone getting hurt, lost or caught. You peer up at the ship as you approach it from the rear engines. For the most part, it looks about as stable as you could hope. But it’s rusted over, ruined and broken as if it’s been here for decades. Not five months. Five months. You step to the side as the group moves past you.

“It’s much bigger up close,” Omega marvels as you scan the ship. You bite the inside of your cheek. It’s a Venator class. You want to tell her this wasn’t even the biggest in the fleet. But the words are swallowed and you’re swept up in time and doubt.

Five months since the fall of the order. Five months since you fought for your life and went on the run. It feels like it’s been years. On the other hand, it also feels like it happened just the day before yesterday. In some ways, you and the ship have a lot in common.

“Everything alright?” Echo asks from behind you and you pivot to face him, blinking away the nostalgic fog that had taken hold of you. You nod and swallow, turning to face the ship once more. The others have climbed up a broken railing and are making their way inside, disappearing through a darkened opening. Footsteps move behind you and you take a breath as Echo moves to stand in front of you. His helmet is removed, tucked under his arm. He scans your face and you look down, avoiding his gaze.

“The last time I was onboard one of these ships…” you trail off as your eyes glance at him. “The council gave me my reassignment from the squad. It was the last time I saw Stass in person. And I didn’t leave her on good terms.”

Echo’s jaw tightens as he stares at you. His gaze flicks up to the sky as he tries to think of what to say. “Being reassigned like that… you were upset. Whatever you said to her, she knew you didn’t mean it.”

“Did she?” you ask, voice venomous as you glare at the empty darkness over his shoulder.

You look back at Echo. And for a second, the war is still happening. The Jedi still exist. You’re both a year younger. You have so much you want to tell him, and not enough time. You don’t know yet that he won’t accept what you have to say.

“You and I didn’t leave on such good terms then either,” you murmur. Echo blinks at you in surprise. His mouth opens to say something but a figure over his shoulder catches your eye. You lean to the side to find Omega waving at you from the Cruiser entrance. “I think they’re tired of waiting for us,” you tell him, stepping around him to start climbing up to Omega. She disappears back inside as you take the first step.

“I’m sorry,” Echo calls after you, and you come to a stop. His voice echoes in your head.

I’m sorry, Commander.

Taking a quick breath, you turn and look down at him. “For everything,” he adds. Your teeth bite into the side of your cheek. Your head nods back and forth.

“Me too,” you murmur.

You walk up the plank quickly and quietly as Echo follows behind you. You don’t look back. But as you pass from the bright sunlight to the dark inner workings of the wrecked cruiser, your mind wanders to days that feel so far away, and yet still so very, very close.

~~~~~~~~~~~

You stand at attention at the base of the holo table, eyes trained up at the image of Master Nema as she relays the latest reports to Master Allie. Your fingers play with the hem of your robe as they speak.

“The Separatists have holed themselves up on Ephemera. They’re guarding a Tibanna cache. Master Kolar could use an assist.”

Stass taps the console and nods smoothly. “I’ll send our best pilots to back them up,” she says. Master Nema smiles at that, and folds her hands in front of herself.

“As to your padawan,” she says, glancing at you. You perk up, standing a bit taller. You wonder what she has to say about you at all. It’s not often the masters pay any attention to a padawan… unless you’ve done something you shouldn’t. You glance as Stass as Nema continues. “We’ve secured her reassignment to the outer rim. You may send her as soon as you are ready.”

“Reassignment?” you blurt out, instantly shutting your mouth as both jedi masters turn their gaze on you. Your brow dips down into a frown but you remain silent.

Stass lifts her gaze from you to Nema, and holds a hand over the call button. “Thank you, Rig,” she says, lowering her hand. The holo cuts out.

“I-I don’t understand w-why I am being reassigned,” you say quickly as you face Master Allie. “What did I do wrong?” She turns to the side, hands clasped behind her back and looks at you with a brief glimpse of fondness.

“You’ve done nothing wrong. You’re ready for your first solo assignment,” she says.

“Solo?” you repeat after her as she walks round the table. “How can the council even consider letting me go solo? I haven’t taken the trials.” You stop talking as Stass stops next to you. With a soft smile, she sets a hand on your shoulder. It’s supposed to be comforting. You know that. But you can’t stop the unease that’s sending a chill down your spine.

“I requested that you be reassigned,” she tells you.

Panic seizes control of your respiratory system. You can’t breathe. Your eyes widen. “Why would you do that?” you ask, voice turning into a hoarse rasp.

“You are ready,” she insists, letting her hand fall from your shoulder as she looks down, a worried expression on her face. “I’m also concerned that you’ve spent too long on this assignment. Your attachments to squad 99 make you vulnerable. Particularly, CT-1409.”

You wet your lips as you stare at her, trying to comprehend, trying to keep yourself calm. But the racing rhythm of your heart tells you that you are failing. “What does Echo have to do with anything?”

“The amount of time you’ve spent together with him, meeting him at odd hours, requesting him on your rotation—”

“He is my friend,” you insist through clenched teeth. Anger storms its way through your veins. A hard fist pounds its way against the inside of your ribcage as you try to calm yourself. Then you shake your head and look Stass up and down as she stands her ground. “The last time I checked, padawans were allowed that.”

“Friendships yes. But your inability to let this clone go, to do your duty, suggests that a deeper attachment has been made.”

You take a breath as a realization hits you. “You’re isolating me. Sending me to the outer reaches where I will have no one I can trust.”

“Trust is one thing, but can you truthfully say you have no deeper feelings for him?” she asks. You stare at her, mouth opening but before you can say anything, she shakes her head and holds up a hand. “I know you can’t Y/N, I can feel your emotions clearly. They cloud your judgement. As a jedi—”

“What if I don’t want to be a jedi?” you spit and Stass falls silent. Your fingernails cut into the flesh of your palms as you glare at her, all the feelings your repressed, all the lies you’ve told yourself coming to the surface. “What if I never wanted any of this?

“Y/N, this reassignment is for the best…”

You throw a hand up, cutting through the air as you cut her off. “No, the order took me from my family. You forced me to fight in a war that isn’t mine and when I’ve found one person to confide in, one person who understands me, what I’ve been through – you’re sending me away. How is that for the best?”

Stass bears the brunt of your anger. Then calmly says, “Your place in this life is to serve and protect. It is a duty that you are entrusted with and in order to do that, sacrifices must be made.” A wave of anger washes over you at how collected and cool her words leave her. You’re tired of hearing the logic. You’re tired of not being heard.

You scoff. “It’s not a sacrifice if someone takes the choice from you. I never wanted this, and you’re separating me from the one person who made this bearable.” You step forward a fiery glare in your eyes as Stass looks down at you. “Wasn’t that your duty to begin with, Master? To prepare me for the Trials, to prepare me for a life that would never be mine?”

Her eyes widen. “Y/n…”

“No,” you breathe out harshly. “You think you can know my feelings? My attachments and fears and emotions? If that’s true then you’ve ignored all the fear and the pain and terror I’ve felt ever since you brought me into this war. And the only reason I haven’t abandoned the order wasn’t for loyalty to you, or the order or someone else’s idea of responsibility.”

Stass is silent for a moment. Then another. She takes a breath and you don’t need the Force to know the turmoil inside her. You can feel the pain in her voice.

“Will you leave the Order then?” she asks.

A hiss like laugh leaves you as you narrow your eyes. “I have nothing else,” you tell her, before stepping to the side. You turn your back to her and head for the door. “You’ve taken everything from me. The war is all I have.”

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You run. You don’t care about the eyes that follow you. You don’t stop or slow your pace. Not for anyone. Something twists in your gut like a knife and your heart pounds in your ears. You’re a step past the edge of panic. Your hands, if you were standing still, would be shaking, but for now they’re wound up into fists as you dash down the path from base camp command to the barracks. You scan each face as you go with hyper focus, searching for one that—

“Commander!” a voice calls and you slide to a stop, breathless, lungs burning. You turn to find Hunter jogging to catch up to you. He smiles as he stops next to you. “You’re going somewhere in a hurry—”

“Have you seen Echo?” you ask him quickly, sharply. Hunter’s eyebrows rise up in surprise. You breathe in through your nose, fighting off the stinging tears in your eyes. He looks you over. You know you look erratic. Unfocused. But that’s all you can feel right now and you need to know where Echo is. “Hunter, I need to speak with him, please,” you insist, voice fading to a hoarse whisper as you finish.

“The last time I saw him he was down at the shooting range,” he says. You turn away, feet moving in the direction of the range, but a hand wraps around your arm. You twist back around, wide eyed. “Are you alright, Ma’am?” he asks, voice full of concern. You’re silent. For a moment. Then you’re pushing his arm away.

“I’m fine,” you tell him as you break free. Then you’re running again, ignoring the sergeant as he calls after you.

You race past the barracks to the open field, wiping your face as rain begins to fall. It soaks your hair and face and clothes and worms its way into your boots. It leaves no part of you untouched but you ignore the chill that comes with it. Your breath leaves you in puffs of white smoke. You keep running. The forest rises up around you, before breaking into an open field that’s been cleared out for drills and an air field.

Your eyes naturally fall to a small corner of the field where a group of troopers is packing up to head inside and get out of the rain. Taking a breath, you set into a run, water splashing from puddles as your boots collide with the ground. Your gaze settles on a trooper in black and red, with matching kamas.

“Echo,” you call his name as you come to a walk. He turns, Tech does too. Behind the helmets you can’t see their expressions, though you can see Tech’s eyes looking curiously between the both of you. But the clone you’re here to see is unreadable. You shift from one foot to the other. “Can I speak with you?” you ask. “In private?”

It takes him a long time to respond, and you know you look like a mess. You’re soaked to the bone, and you feel like you can’t breathe in enough oxygen to think straight. Twisting to the side, Echo says something to Tech, who nods before turning away from the both of you.

Looking over his shoulder, Echo juts his head towards the med tent a few yards to your right. In silence, you follow after him as he leads the way, quickly. You dash through the rain, only slowing when you reach the front of the tent. Echo heads inside, holding the flap up for you to follow after him. You breathe out a short huff as you look around the tent, making sure there’s no one else.

“Is something wrong, Y/N?” Echo asks. You turn on your heel to face him. He’s pulled his helmet off and set it on one of the cots.

You don’t know where to start. There’s too much to explain. Too much to process. And for the first time since you left the command center, you find yourself unable to explain why exactly you came here. Why you found him.

Then you realize your chest, your lungs are burning for breath. You set a hand to the center of your breasts and try to steady your breathing but it only comes out in short choked huffs of air. A hand falls on your shoulder, forcing you to turn. It’s Echo. You try to say something but only end up shaking your head as gasps of pain take over.

“Hey, breathe for me. Take a breath,” he raises his eye brows as he demonstrates for you, lifting his shoulders in an exaggerated breath. You swallow a breath. Then another. Finally, your breathing falls into sync with his. And like a flood bursting through an already overtaxed dam, everything, every feeling, every fear, everything comes rushing through you.

Your shoulders shake as you fall forward, burying your face in his shoulder. Echo lets out a huff of air as you collapse against him. You sob and cling to him, arms snaking up around his neck. His hand settles on your back, the heat of his palm like fire against your rain chilled flesh.

He holds you close. His embrace gentle yet firm as he holds you up when your knees threaten to buckle. You don’t know how long you stay like that. It might be a few minutes. It might be an hour. Only when your tears have stopped and your shoulders have stilled, and when only a few aftershock quakes make their way through your body does he speak. His lips are next to your ear. His voice is soft. His warm breath falls along the side of your neck.

“Tell me what’s wrong, Y/N,” he says. And then he waits. He waits for you to speak. He waits. You know you have to tell him. But there’s so much. Too much to explain. Too many things you want to say but don’t know how. So, you settle on the basic information.

“I’ve been reassigned,” you breathe as you lean back. Your hands settle on his shoulders as you look up into his eyes. His face shows surprise and confusion. He frowns and shakes his head after a moment.

“Reassigned? Where? Why?”

You hold your breath as he asks question after question. His voice is gruff and frustrated and yet he’s still holding you, still keeping you close as if you’re about to be ripped apart any second. Tears blur your vision and you shake your head. You look down between you as your hands slide down to rest over his chest.

You start to explain, “I—”

But his mind is whirling, trying to come up with a solution. “General Allie won’t—”

You bite the inside of your cheek at her name. “She requested it,” you whisper. Echo looks down at you, focuses on you.

“Why would she do that?” he asks, voice just as quiet as yours.

You hate how you can feel your bottom lip trembling, how every inch of your body feels like it’s vibrating. You close your eyes and breathe in long and deep. Then you open them and you look up at him. Your hand rises up to rest on his cheek, ignoring the way he flinches for the briefest of moments before leaning into your warmth.

“She says I’m too attached to this squad,” you tell him quietly. He blinks slowly. “She thinks I’m too attached to you.” Echo’s mouth has fallen open as he stares at you and you chuckle sadly at the sight. You shake your head. “And I think she’s right,” you whisper.

When you look back up, you’re not sure he’s breathing and if it were any other moment, if there wasn’t a shuttle waiting to transport you off planet away from him, away from his warm hold, you would laugh unabashedly, unapologetically. You rise up, lifting your face as your eyes focus on his lips. You close your eyes as you lean in.

“I think I love you,” you whisper just before your mouth finds his.

It’s a slow kiss. Your first kiss. Not what you expected at first. He’s rigid against you as if you caught him by surprise. Which, you’re sure you have. You take it all in. The pads of your fingers trace over the line of his jaw before you start to pull away.

But then he stops you.

He leans against you, lips parting, softening against you as he kisses you back. Your hands slide down to grip the edges of the collar round his neck as his hand runs down your spine to settle over your backside. You turn your head just enough that you can take in a breath and breathe out his name.

“Echo…”

He hums your name against your skin as you step back, pulling him along after you. The backs of your thighs hit the edge of a workbench and before you can think, he hoisting you up on top of it. Your legs part to rest on either side of him as his tongue teases yours. You’re both a mess of moans and sighs as his mouth leaves yours and presses kisses against your throat.

“Echo, I love you,” you whisper as you hug him, feeling the heat of his lips against the column of your neck. One. The second is slower. Then another right beneath your jaw.

Then he stops. Your arms rest over his shoulders as you blink and breathe and catch your breath. Your head turns to the side. His breathing has slowed. You can feel it where your palms rest on his back. He sucks in a breath between his teeth. It sounds like a hiss. Pained.

“I-I can’t do this,” he says.

You freeze against him. Your eyes are as wide as they’ve ever been as he pulls back, hand leaving your side. He steps away, eyes avoiding yours. He looks at the ground, scans it and shakes his head. “I can’t tell you I love you,” he says.

Your chest rises and plummets. “Why not?” you whisper.

He’s silent for a moment, looking almost dazed. Then as if he’s come back to himself, he looks up at you. His eyes are the saddest you’ve ever seen. Full of pity and pain. “B-because it wouldn’t be true,” he says and for a second you forget to breathe.

Heat, searing and agonizing blazes over your skin. You lean forward. You can’t stop your hands from reaching out for him. “Echo…”

He steps out of reach, as if your touch would set him on fire. Your hand freezes in mid-air. His eyes flit from it to your face. And you think for a second that he’s going to tell you he’s lying. That he was just confused. That he really feels the same way.

But he doesn’t.

He steps back. One step. Then another. He shakes his head slowly as your hand falls. “I’m sorry, Commander,” he says.

You watch as he turns his back to you and heads for the tent entrance. He reaches the flap and you realize tears are pouring down your face, carving their way through the flesh of your cheeks. It’s only when he looks over his shoulder at you, then disappears through the door that you allow yourself to breathe.

It's only then that you allow your heart to truly break.

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FAMILY PT. 23 | Crosshair X Pregnant!reader

Description: Together with the rest of the squad, you contact Gaeya's buyer that she swindled for the holocron. Unexpected things happen.

Read Pts. One and Two and Three and Four and Five and Six and Seven and Eight and Nine and Ten and Eleven and Twelve and Thirteen and Fourteen and Fifteen and Sixteen and Seventeen and Eighteen and Nineteen and Twenty and Twenty-One and Twenty-two

The Marauder is quiet. Odd. You’re sitting at the workbench in the corner, next to Omega, who is working up to beating you at dejarik for the third time in a row. In your defense, board games are not where your attention is at the moment. You’re unfocused. Worried. Watching.

Echo and Wrecker have been in the cockpit for an hour. Cross and Hunter have been quietly watching and pacing behind Tech ever since. You can feel the anxiety coming off Cross in waves as you move your game piece and turn to watch him. The clone in question is currently standing behind Tech, who is busy typing away at the computer console.

“Can’t you hurry this up?” Cross asks him, words curt and you know he’s never had much patience for the work Tech does. Their opposites, but also the same. On the one hand they’re both used to their respective jobs taking time. You know that Cross has been on stakeouts over a number of days before he ever saw action. And Tech’s skills take time. But for Crosshair, when he has a target in sight, the action is immediate. Aim, breathe, shoot. Simple and done. From Cross’ viewpoint, Tech’s abilities have never truly lended themselves to that same speed.

You give Omega a sigh as she knocks down your final game piece and stand up. You pat her on the shoulder as you brace a hand against the center of your back and make your way towards the computer station. Hunter gives you a look as you move behind Crosshair, wincing as he starts to pile on Tech again.

“This is taking too long,” he says, glancing at you as move next to him, free hand settling on his elbow. “I thought you were better at this.”

“Cross, let him work,” you murmur a moment too late as Tech turns around in his chair, glaring up at his brother.

“If you’d like to splice your way through multiple imperial firewalls, be my guest. Otherwise, find something more worthwhile to do than breathing down my neck,” he says bitterly, shaking his head before he turns back around and resumes plugging in commands to the computer system.

Grinding your teeth, you wrap your hand around Cross’ arm and pull him after you as you step towards the outer stairs. “He didn’t mean it, Tech,” you say quickly as Cross opens his mouth to argue with you. You fix him with a stare and tighten your fingers, digging into the flesh of his arm to drive home the point. “Come with me,” you order as you turn on your heel and haul the sniper behind you.

A cool salty breeze greets you as you open the ship’s door and start down the steps, one hand on the rail, one hand dragging Cross. Your boots collide with black sand as waves crash on the shore in front of you. The sky is clouded over. You’re on a sandbar, the Maruader and Cross’ ship just a short distance from one another, crammed together on the sand. In every direction, all you can see is an endless ocean. You march along the shore until you meet the water. Taking a breath, you turn to the man behind you and release him. He glares up at the cloudy sky, a hand falling to rest on his hip.

“I know you’re worried,” you say, voice raised over the sound of waves and wind. “But you can’t push like that. Tech is working as fast as he can.”

Cross shakes his head as he turns on his heel and paces. “I know,” he shouts back. You watch him walk back and forth before you, waiting for him to say something when he’s ready. “I know he’s working on it, I know he’ll figure it out, I just---” he stops dead center in front of you and wets his lips. “I feel like I need to shoot something,” he says pivoting to face you and you can’t help but smile. He’s always done better with a clear target. Waiting for intel, waiting for someone else to finish their part of the mission before he can do his has never been his strength.

You remember when you first met him, when Diayah put you both on recon. Something Cross was skilled at, he had to be. But that didn’t change the fact that there were moments he believed it was a waste of time and energy.

It'd be over faster if they’d just let me do my job.

You tilt your head as you come back to the present. Your hands fold over your stomach as you breathe out a slow sigh. “I think you’ll get your chance to shoot something or someone soon, but you have to be patient,” you tell him as you step towards him, glancing over his chest as you reach up and slide your arms around his neck. His hands naturally fall into place over your hips. “Everyone is stressed out,” you tell him as you push a long wavy strand of silver hair behind his ear. He frowns.

“I know.” He looks over your head, stares out at the horizon. His mouth is a grim, thin line as he watches the waves. “I hate waiting. I hate being useless. I got us into this and Tech’s working to fix it. Hunter’sworking to fix it. Echo and Wrecker and you and Omega -- everyone’s in this because I brought this mess down on you and –”

“You didn’t do this. Gaeya pulled you into something you weren’t prepared for,” you say but he shakes his head.

“If I hadn’t taken the job, none of this would have happened. I should have stayed with you,” he says and you know what this is. Guilt. Regret.

“Listen to me,” you say as you lift his chin. His light brown eyes peer down at you. “You didn’t do this. I know it. And so do your brothers. You have always cleaned up your own messes, I get that but this is too big. Doing this alone won’t fix anything, Cross,” you say, cutting him off. “And focusing on your guilt and regrets is only a distraction. Focus on what you can do. Not what you’ve already done and trust your squad. Trust me.” You peer up at him as his eyes flit to the horizon in a bid to avoid your gaze. “Families face obstacles together. No matter who is responsible. You will fix this,” you insist. The back of your hand grazes his cheek. “But you’re not going to do it alone. Not this time. I won’t let you.”

The corner of his mouth quirks up as you rap your knuckles over his collarbone lightly. “You won’t let me?” he asks and you scrunch your nose.

You shake your head. “You heard me,” you breathe out as a shiver runs up your spine from the cold wind at your back. You sidle closer to him and lay your cheek against his chest. Cross rests his chin atop the crown of your head. “I might not be going with you, but I’ll be damned if you go alone.”

Moments pass. The sea churns around you and you tighten your hold on him as you huddle against the wind. “You’re so much stronger than I am,” he breathes out against the side of your face and you shake your head, craning your neck back to look up at him.

“More like I’m just equally stubborn,” you whisper as his brow presses against yours. You close your eyes as he leans down and presses his lips to yours in a chaste kiss. You lean into him, hands searching out for his heat. You cock your head in an attempt to deepen the kiss, but a voice in the distance sends the both of you pulling away from one another.

“Crosshair, Y/N!” Wrecker’s voice calls over the wind. Cross takes your hand and turns, giving you a clear view of his brother standing at the top of the Marauder’s stairway waving an arm over his head. You and Cross share a look before starting back towards the ship, walking side by side.

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“We’re in the system,” Tech says as you and Cross join the others, crowding around Tech at his console station. You squeeze Cross’ hand as he gives his brother a nod. It’s silent but you know there’s a lot in that little nod of his. Respect and maybe even an apology. Tech nods back before he turns to the computer. “I sent out a ping to get their attention. We should be hearing back from them… now.”

Text flows across the screen as the message comes in:

Unknown user, identify yourself.

“There it is,” Tech murmurs as Echo sits down next to him, the both of them working at the computer.

Hunter leans against the wall next to them, arms folded. “Can you tell where they are?”

“I can’t pinpoint a direct location,” Tech answers quietly, “though if they were to stay online for half an hour, I could narrow down what region of space their messages are originating from.” He looks over his shoulder. “Though I would like to point out they could do the same to us.”

“So short and quick messages,” you murmur and Tech nods.

“Shall we reply?”

Cross folds his arms and glances at Hunter who nods. “Tell them…” Cross says softly. “Tell them we have their holocron. We want to make a trade.”

Echo types it into the system before Tech can turn around. “Sent,” he announces. Tension fills in all the gaps and open spaces between you and the others. It’s as if everyone is holding their breath. You look up at Crosshair, jaw clenched, hand wrapped tightly around his.

“Look at that,” Echo says, and you snap your head to the side as your heart thuds in your chest. No new message pops up, but he’s pointing to a line of code at the bottom of the screen.

Tech leans forward and taps something on his tablet. “Interesting,” he says softly.

Cross stiffens next to you. “What is it?” he asks gruffly and you squeeze his hand softly knowing he could have had more sharpness in his words. You know he’s trying not to push his brothers any more than necessary.

As if he notices this, Tech glances back at you. “There is a third signature logged in as well. But they appear to only be observing.”

“Another one of their technicians?” you ask and Tech shakes his head.

“It’s a completely different address signature. Separate from the server’s host,” he says, not that you know what he’s saying.

“In basic, Tech,” Wrecker says and Tech sighs.

He waves a hand towards the screen dismissively. “Someone else is spliced into the server. An imperial technician would just use imperial codes.”

Echo nods. “When Tech spliced into the system – it’s like he picked the lock on a door.”

“And this person,” Tech says as a beep leaves the speakers, “followed in after me.”

“So, it’s a problem,” Hunter says, straightening up.

Tech and Echo share a look. “Not a pressing one,” Tech says finally. “As I said, they can’t track us. This user,” he points to the line of code as a new message pops up on the screen, “is simply eavesdropping for lack of a better word.” He sets to typing. “New message came in.”

“Open it,” Hunter says, as he moves behind Omega, one hand on her shoulder. “And let’s get this over with sooner rather than later.”

“It’s a holovid.”

“Open it, Tech,” Cross says tightly.

Tech punches his keypad and blue light flickers as the holo begins to play. A human woman comes into view, dressed in a full black uniform, a blaster on one hip a hand on the other. Her cheeks are gaunt and sharp bones and tightly tied back hair make her face look like a skull.

“I am Senator Nar Selia, favored and tasked by the Emperor himself to find the holocron of Darth Relys.” Your heart thuds in your chest as she names a sith lord you’ve never heard of – yet the name alone sends a cold line of sweat sliding down your spine. “After what your jedi did to my men on Ord Mantell and Corellia, I was beginning to think you were going to run the rest of your lives.” Her steely eyes narrow and you hold your breath. “I thank you for coming forward. You’ve saved us the time of hunting you down, killing you and taking what rightfully belongs to the empire.” Shaking her head, the senator turns her gaze across the whole room, as if the feed is live and she can see each and every one of you. “Along with this message are coordinates to my residence on the moon of Coruscant. You have until tomorrow to meet me there and turn over the package. I don’t expect you to come unarmed. But I have a caveat.”

Raising her head, Selia stands tall and dramatic, her fur cloak flowing out behind her. Any other time, you’d laugh. But her next words steal the air from your lungs, and send a pain through your spine.

“Turn your jedi over to my custody.” She begins to turn away, but she utters one last addendum before the video cuts out. “If you show up without her, you might as well run now.”

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A/N: I said things were coming together. I never said they were coming together well.

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I Hear a Symphony (Tech x Deaf!Reader)

Word Count: 1000 exactly. Cool!

Warnings: None :)

Notes: This turned into a bit of an infodump but you know what, it's what Tech would want.

*The italicized words are signs. It is not babyspeak, it is ASL grammar. A lot of words are omitted or swapped for words that summarize the communication better.

*I myself am not Deaf, but I have studied American Sign Language and Deaf Culture for the last eight years. That experience is where the inspiration for this one-shot comes from. I do not pretend to know the personal experiences of Deaf people, I simply wanted to write this.

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You smiled at your friend as they stumbled over the signs again.

Sorry. They talking. She gestured to a cluster of clones on a couple tables over.

Big man, no hair, LOUD! She emphasized the sensation next to her ears, and you laughed, looking for the trooper in question. Not being able to hear like your friend had its benefits sometimes. Focusing on your tasks was immensely easier, which made your work as a data analyst for the Republic invaluable.

You found the subject of her amusement easily enough, he was much larger than anyone in the GAR mess. Unlike most troopers and their colorfully painted armor, this trooper wore dark gray armor with various red embellishments, as did most of his companions. One of them, though he bore similar red markings, had armor that was almost white, like the regular clone battalions. Unlike most clones, however, he wore a pair of goggles. From the way he pushed them up the bridge of his nose, they seemed to be perscription.

You had never seen a clone trooper with goggles- or glasses -before. Clones were engineered to perfection. No defects, no abnormalities, any nonconformity was punished with decommission. The Kaminoans were lucky you had never been stationed on their planet, or hands would be thrown. In a more...violent way than you usually did.

He appeared to be watching you, the goggled clone trooper. His eyes squinting behind his goggles as he studied you.

Interesting.

Whatever, turning back to your friend, she brushed her fingers together and continued with her story. You reacted in all the right places and scooted to the edge of the bench in anticipation for the next series of signs.

A shadow was cast across the table, and you looked up to see the very same goggled trooper standing over you. He spoke, and you looked to your friend for the translation.

Your friend made a face, interpreting. Those look-like A-R-C soldier signs not.

You nodded, signing to the trooper. Soldier signs not, correct. I Deaf. Sign language I use.

The strange clone still appeared confused. They looked at your friend and spoke again. She shook her head.

Ask them. Focus them, She emphasized in your direction

He appeared flustered, and cleared his throat before looking at you and repeating his question.

You nodded patiently, watching your friend interpret out of the corner of your eye. He was hardly the first trooper who had asked you about sign language.

Sign language what?

I Deaf, cannot speak. Basic Sign Language, I use. Communicate.

The trooper stared at you, mouth agape, trying to process this information.

All Deaf people use hands? He asked.

You grinned.

Many people, many different species. Any world, culture, have Deaf person, use sign language, other communication.

Now enthralled by this alien conundrum, the trooper sat at the table next to you, straddling the bench. His mouth moved a mile a minute, but your friend's hands flew faster to keep up.

You held up your hand.

Stop. Slow. First, name. You fingerspelled your name for him before giving him your sign name for easier communication.

He nodded, and gave you his name, spelling it out for your friend to sign.

T-E-C-H. Tech.

Hm. You thought for a moment, then made the shape of the letter T with one hand before tapping the middle knuckle against the corner of your eye. T for Tech, with the sign for glasses.

Your friend laughed. Sign name, they give you.

Tech was intrigued. It only took a moment to explain that only a Deaf individual could give another person a sign name. You showed him the sign name you gave him, and then your own. He copied your movements effortlessly.

Good job! You signed. He copied that too.

Tech had so many questions now, he had forgotten why he originally came over to investigate your table. His brothers were long forgotten as he asked you more and more questions, alternating between taking notes on his ever-present datapad and copying the signs you showed him. Your friend was called back to their office for an assignment, but you and Tech had adapted by using the datapad to write out what you wanted to say, and then you would point out particular words and demonstrate the signs for him.

He took up the datapad, thinking for a while before slowly typing out his next question.

Are you ever made fun of?

You nodded. People stupid.

Tech chuckled. He liked the sign for stupid. You did too.

Think I not know. I Deaf, not stupid. You sighed.

Tech huffed.

I you think need smart Deaf.

You smiled at his attempt at grammar. Tech sighed, and took up the datapad again. He seemed so frustrated with the sheer simplicity of sign language that he always turned back to typing on the datapad. But it was sweet that he was trying. More so than most people you met.

I think you need to be very smart to comprehend sign language.

You tried to hide your blush by looking down at your lap. It wasn't very often that people recognized your talents.

You? you asked at last.

He nodded. I different.

You different how? You asked.

He tapped his goggles. Smart.

Big smart?

He nodded.

You nodded, echoing the sign. Fits.

Tech chuckled, you could feel the chuff of his breath in the space between you. He had run out of questions for now, but you were sure he would think of another soon enough.

You had never felt a particular desire to hear. You had lived without hearing your whole life, and while there was the occasional kriffer, people like your family, your friends, and Tech made it easier.

Still, there were times where you didn't need to hear anything. You didn't even need to say anything with your hands.

Sometimes, you just needed to sit and feel.

And so, as Tech's hands sat idly gripping his datapad, you wrapped your hand around his.

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Didn’t See That Coming Pt 2.

Rating: PG

Word Count: 1.2k

Pairing: Echo x Blind Reader (platonic or romantic up to you)

Warnings: None

Summary: When facing disappointment, Echo comes to comfort you and you find common ground with your disabilities.

Authors note: Okay I've never written a Echo-centered TBB piece and it was SO FUN and SWEET I enjoyed it so much. I like almost cried from writing this because of how adorable it is. Please enjoy part 2 of “Didn’t See That Coming” !!! (thanks @gokyacetakal for the request)

tags: @cosmicsierra @shadow-pancake9

part 1 here

“Hunter?” You addressed him softly, stepping into the main room. The entirety of the rogue clones were aboard the havoc marauder, gearing up for their next mission. Whenever they left, you always felt so lonely without their company. You had hoped to talk to Hunter about a possible solution you had in mind.

Hunter had been prepping his weapons kit, but he set it down and turned to you. “Yes?” He took a few steps in your direction, walking past Tech and Echo, who were assessing the ship from the cockpit.

“Could I come-“

“No.” Hunter's voice was firm. You inhaled sharply at his response, feeling a sting in your chest from being instantly shut down. You knew this would happen, you tried to comfort yourself. Convincing him to let a blind girl tag along wasn’t going to be easy.

“Please?” You begged. Tech and Echo, who could both hear you, quickly exchanged an expression with each other: a mix of guilt and sadness. Neither of them envied Hunter’s position right now.

Hunter sighed quietly. How was he going to let you down gently?

“I can just stay on the ship.” You offered this solution when no comment was made from your plea.

“We won’t have any room for you, Y/N.” Hunter replied, trying to stick to his guns.

“I can sit on the floor, I can sit in the gunners seat, or even the fresher,” Hunters eyebrows quirked up as you mentioned the fresher, trying not to laugh at how ridiculous that sounded.

“That’s out of the question.”

You tried not to let the disappointment get to you. Keep trying. “Will you be in any danger while you're gone?”

Hunter answered this easily. “No, we’ll get the job done.” You could tell he was confident in his answer, too. While he really was saying this to comfort you, you had asked for a different reason.

“Then I should be safe if I go, too.” You had rehearsed this, hoping it could convince Hunter to let you come.

Hunter scowled, growing frustrated at your persistence. Didn’t you understand you were in no position to come?

“You are not coming, why can’t you let this go?” He folded his arms as he spoke.

“Please.” You softly whispered. You couldn’t answer his question, all you could do is plead again.

Hunter shook his head, wishing you would give it up.

“No, go home Y/N.”

Hunter turned and walked away, leaving you with the finality of his decision. Your head hung in defeat as you heard his footsteps. Your chest began to ache from disappointment. Then tears welled up in your eyes, and your shoulders shook from trying to contain sobs. You turned and ran to the back of the ship, using the wall to your left as a guide to keep you from running into anything. You reached the gunners seat at the back of the ship, and threw yourself into the chair. Once you could tell nobody was close by, you let the quiet sobs escape you.

~~~

You couldn’t have known, however, that Echo was watching you, witnessing your trembling and stumbling away. A deep frown set into his face.

“Well, that could’ve gone better.” Tech spoke first.

“You were too hard on her.” Echo turned to Hunter as he confronted him.

Hunter didn’t turn to look at his brothers. “Better that then letting her come and get killed.”

He shook his head and stood up, trying to ignore Hunter's morbid comment. He began walking to the back of the ship, where you were. He could tell you were hurt, and he felt he had to do something to fix it.

~~~

You could tell he was coming. You could hear his footsteps, and you learned to recognize each of them based on the way they walked. You wiped your eyes, trying to collect yourself and not look as pathetic as you probably were.

“Hey.” Echo walked over, and stopped just a foot away from the gunner's seat.

“Hey…” you choked out. Your voice sounded awful from the crying, which just made you cry more.

Echo’s heart broke as he watched you devolve into more sobs. “Hey, hey,” he came around and knelt down to be face-to-face with you. He reached out and placed his hand on your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you.

“You know he means well.” Echo spoke in reference to Hunter, and you nodded knowingly, wiping tears off your face.

“I do, it’s just-“ you took a gasping breath, in between sobs.

“Slow down, deep breaths.” Echo spoke calmly, then adjusted himself so he could reach his arm around your back and give a comforting rub just above your shoulder blade. You nodded and took long, deep breaths, which helped.

“It’s just so quiet without you guys, and being alone is another reminder of how broken I am.” Tears continued to stream down your cheeks as you finished speaking.

Echo felt like he recognized his own thoughts in your words. Broken. He looked down at his prosthetic arm. “I… know how you feel.”

You turned to his direction and opened your mouth, prepared to question him. Before you could ask, Echo took your hand gently, and placed it on the prosthetic.

Right, you understood what he meant now. Your hand traced up to where the prosthetic met his skin. Then, you began running your fingers along the edge of the metal prosthesis.

Echo watched you, allowing you to explore. In this quiet moment, you felt an understanding develop between the two of you.

“Would you change it? Go back to how it was before, if you could?” You asked Echo quietly.

He took a second to think on your question, eyebrows furrowed in thought. “Depends on the day.” He answered honestly. “Sometimes, I wish I could. But I don’t know if things would be better, or worse.”

You nodded understandingly. “Right now, I would give anything to see again.” You stopped tracing his prosthetic, and let your hand retreat away from him.

Echo thought hard, searching for the right words to improve your mood.

He shifted so that he could put his arm around your shoulders. In response, you leaned your head down onto his shoulder.

“We’ll be back before you know it.” Echo squeezed your shoulder. He knew the comment wasn’t enough, but he couldn’t think of something better.

“I know.” You replied softly. Tears no longer streaked down your eyes, and Echo could tell you were more calm now.

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll bring something back for you.” Echo looked down to see your face, the corners of his mouth turning up.

“Trying to bribe me with gifts?” You found a small smile start to grow on your face too.

“Trying to make up for leaving.” He replied in a serious tone.

You took a long breath in, and then sighed it out. You were already feeling significantly better, all from Echo's conversation and company. This is exactly why you didn’t like them leaving. Who would you have when they were gone? What if they never came back?

“Just promise me that you will come back.” Your voice was soft when you spoke.

Echo had been watching you, while you were thinking and when you spoke. He knew you were worried, maybe even scared.

The sudden desire to stay, to ditch his mission, just for your comfort, hit him out of nowhere. But what if his brothers needed him? You would be safe here. He tried using this logic to convince him not to abandon the mission, all for your sake.

“I promise.”

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Thanks for the tag!

I pretty much liked most of the episodes, just a few that weren’t as interesting to me as others is all

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Okay. Here’s an idea. Blind s/o or friend (whatever you want) with the bad batch. Maybe they and hunter bond over their heightened senses. They show Omega how to navigate the world without sight. Tell wrecker or echo that they look great (pun intended). Or maybe tech helps them learn to maintain things without sight, something no one has really done.

Didn't See That Coming Pt 1.

Rating: PG

Word Count: 1.0k (just barely)

Pairing: Tech x Blind Reader (platonic or romantic up to you)

Warnings: None

Summary: You've been blind for a good chunk of your life, and haven't been able to read or write for years, an activity you used to really love. Tech decides to find a way for you to read again, hoping that it will help you grow more confident too.

Authors note: I rewrote this thing like a million times sorry for taking so long! I'm gonna make a couple chapters/parts for this because I thought the idea of blind reader with TBB was adorable and contained soo many possibilities. Please enjoy part 1 of "Didn't See That Coming" !!! (thanks @gokyacetakal for the request)

tags: @mangoberry99

edit: part 2 is up! link

“Are you ready Y/N?”

Tech shuffled through his pack as he spoke to you. You listened closely, trying to figure out what he was doing.

“Ready for what, exactly?” You asked him, leaning forward in your seat with curiosity.

“Do you not remember?” You really couldn’t remember at all. You shrugged apologetically.

“I had previously explained to you that I discovered something that would help with your… condition.” He paused towards the end, trying to avoid saying the word. It was clear that he felt awkward talking about your disability.

You smiled in his direction. “It’s okay Tech, you can say it. Blind isn’t a dirty word.”

You hadn’t always been blind, but it’s been this way for so long now that it just felt normal to you.

Tech nodded, then realized you couldn’t see him nodding, and he shook his head at himself. “Yes I understand,” he was ready to move past it and get to the topic he had prepared for.

Tech dropped a stack of books in front of you, and you jumped at the sudden loud noise. He hasn’t seemed to notice.

“Have you heard of the miralukans?”

You reached out to the books as you spoke. “No, why?” Tech took your hand in an effort to guide it towards the stack. It wasn’t uncommon for each of the squad members to do small things like this to help you. You were still appreciative at his efforts nonetheless.

“They are a very unique species. They look almost identical to the human species, save for the fact that they have no eyes.”

You froze. Tech found himself smirking, seeing that he finally caught your interest.

“So they’re blind? Like me?” You found yourself getting excited, and you were speaking quickly. Questions starting to bubble in your head.

“Yes, and no.”

Your eagerness began to diminish. “You’ve lost me. Are they or aren’t they?” You pressed Tech for more details.

“They do not see the way an average species does.”

“What does that mean?” You questioned him.

Tech scrolled through his notes on his data pad as he continued. “The Miralukans are considered force sensitive individuals, and they see using the force.”

Your face fell a bit as he spoke. You weren’t a force user, how was this supposed to help you? Tech noticed this, and he tried to keep explaining.

“But that is besides the point,” he placed a book in your hands and opened the page. “Put your hand on the pages.” He instructed. You felt your curiosity return again, questioning how touching a blank page would do anything.

As your fingers skimmed the pages, you felt an odd texture on the page. There were almost what felt like bumps in it. “What is this?” You raised your head to his direction, showing your confused expression.

“You’ll find out, keep tracing the texture.” Tech turned his attention to the rest of the books, and started organizing the pile.

You felt yourself get a little exasperated. Why could he just get to the point already? You knew he liked to teach, but now you knew he really liked having you apply yourself before he jumped in.

As you traced the texture, you began to recognize something. There were… symbols? No, letters. The language wasn’t galactic basic, but they were definitely words. “Oh-“ the noise escaped you as the realization came upon you.

“Interesting, is it not?” Tech smiled, pleased that you had figured it out.

“What language is this?” You inquired, scanning the raised lettering more quickly, now that you had recognized it.

“Miralukese.” Tech replied. “And you are going to learn it.” Tech placed another book in front of you, getting his curriculum ready.

“Me?” You sputtered.

“Yes.” Tech replied matter of factly. Of course this didn’t bother him, you thought. The genius sitting across from you knew several languages, this must seem easy to him.

You had stopped tracing the raised lettering, and froze.

“Tech…” you sighed out. A frown began to form on your face. This was a lot. Learning a whole other language, just so you could maybe read again? You didn’t feel like you would be able to do it. You had resigned yourself to never being able to read again a long time ago, when you had started losing your sight. Why put yourself through more disappointment by getting your hopes up here, just to fail?

“Y/N.” Techs voice brought you back to reality. You turned your face up in his direction. “You are more intelligent than you are giving yourself credit for. Also, I will be helping you. With both of us applying our efforts to the task, you should be reading and writing very soon.”

A painful smile grew on your face. “I’m not sure that you're right, Tech.”

Tech felt a pang of sympathy. Hearing you doubt yourself like this, made him feel all the more determined to teach you.

“Have I ever been wrong?” He countered your previous statement.

You thought for a second on what he said. “Yes, if my memory serves me right.” You let a soft giggle escape as memories filled your head.

“I know I’m not wrong about this.” Tech spoke with conviction. If you weren’t confident, he wanted to give you a vote of confidence. Tech thought of you as a good friend, at the very least. He knew you were more shy, and he thought teaching you a useful skill would help you grow more. Plus, you had told him before how you missed reading and writing.

You hadn’t witnessed Tech talk to you like this before. He was a person who relied on logic and data, however, you weren’t so sure he was relying on logic when he spoke to you just now.

“You’re sure?” You inquired again. Tech let a sigh escape him.

He reached out and put a hand on your shoulder, both for comfort and encouragement. “Yes, Y/N.”

You smiled to yourself, feeling the excitement return.

“Okay, let’s do it.”

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I'd love to see a one shot of just something cute with Hunter 🥰 I'll leave the rest to your brilliant mind!

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Intoxicating

Hunter X GNeutral! Reader

word count: 2.1k

In which you, an assigned medic to the Batch, have been injured unbeknownst to you after a mission which leads to Hunter being more moody and broody than usual which then leads to some feelings being revealed.

Warnings: Mostly SFW. Angst, some fluff, little bit of injury but nothing major and a tiny tiny hint of arousal.

A/N: okay so this is my first one shot, like ever! Feel free to lmk what you think. I’ll do requests 💜

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The Bad Batch along with their newest recruit were doing what should have been a simple scout mission. With gathering the intel they needed and ready to pass it back to the Republic so they could hit their next move, the team were making their way back to the Marauder when a surprise wave of battle droids had emerged from the South just where Tech had parked the ship.

Immediately getting into position, you soon found yourself pinned back against the rear of the ship when a swarm of clankers had almost boxed you in.

You called out for backup on your Comm device, a wave of dread filling your insides as your hands started to ache from the constant firing of your blasters and trying to shield yourself with whatever was accessible; which was barely anything aside from your gear.

Switching to your left, you quickly managed to take out a Droideka that had rolled its way up to your position, knowing it to be a lot more deadly than the average clanker. You thought you were in the clear, no assistance needed as the blaster shots quietened down allowing you to breathe for a moments peace.

Your shoulders slumped but you still felt the adrenaline from the rush run through your veins. You holstered your weapons before making your way round to the front of the ship where you had heard Wrecker cheering loudly followed by a small grunt from Echo who simply said ‘we get it Wrecker, they’re dead. Stop shoving it in our faces’ to which Crosshair silently agreed before making his way up the steps and inside.

You waited for the others to head on in but paused when you saw the Sergeant marching right up to you, a face full of thunder.

“What do you think you were doing?” His tone was short and snappy when he stopped in front of you, causing you to squint at him behind your visor before pulling your helmet off your head.

“What are you talking about? I-I was doing what you guys were doing?” You defended yourself, not quite sure how to react to his sudden hostility towards you.

“You’re meant to stay behind me at all times. How’d you think it would make me look if you were injured or-or killed?”

Truth was, when you were assigned to tag along with the Bad Batch for some missions due to your medical background, you hadn’t expected to be there for any longer than a month. But here you were six months later. And still, Hunter was rather protective over you. You could hold your own, there was no deniability of that, but you would always find yourself partnered up with Hunter on missions whilst the others did their own thing. You didn’t mind it as you liked Hunter. In fact, you couldn’t help but get a little jittery when he stood close to you which made your heart beat fast. You had certainly developed some form of feelings for the clone but this sudden shortness of temper had been happening for around a week now and you wasn’t sure where you had gone wrong... if you even had.

“Why are you being like this with me? So what if I separated from you for a small while? You know I can handle myself.” You found your voice and spoke up, looking up to the Sergeant. Your eyebrows creased as you frowned at him. He was always usually soft spoken and gentle with you but these sudden mood changes were starting to drive you insane.

Before he could answer, you had turned and started to make your way up the steps to the ship when you felt a hand take a hold of your shoulder followed by a string of ‘woah woah woah’s’. You snapped your neck in his direction to see him gazing down at your legs with wide eyes and that’s when the sudden pain hit you. Conveniently, the adrenaline had soon died off and that’s when you felt the blaster shot in your thigh to which Hunter had spotted.

“Oh... Kriff.” You grumbled, bending over slightly to assess the scenario. You knew it wasn’t all too bad as you hadn’t passed out yet and you were not bleeding but Hunter clearly thought it was the worst thing to happen as he had grabbed you by the arm and hoisted you up the steps and called after for Tech.

“Tech! Come back here, now!” Hunters voice was urgent and almost furious sounding, making your eyes widen as you sat down in one of the chairs and heard the scurrying feet of Tech.

“What is it?”

Hunter only nodded down at the medics thigh and Tech pulled his lips into a straight line. “Ah. That’s not ideal.”

The comment made you stifle a small laugh at Techs blunt response but Hunter had fixed his eyes upon yours and you suddenly felt that laughter die down.

“Can you fix it or not?” Hunter was growing impatient, wiping the back of his hand across his forehead, frustrated.

“Well of course I can. But I’m sure Y/N is plenty capable of fixing an injury as small as this. We should really be departing from this planet before any others show up.” Tech informed Hunter who grumbled under his breath about getting Crosshair to get the ship flying and stormed into the cockpit, the door sliding shut.

You let out a heavy sigh and looked over to Tech who had already started gathering a stim and some bandages.

“Thanks Tech but I’m sure I can handle it.” You reached out your hand as he turned to you and he simply accepted the fact you didn’t need help but stood by just in case. As you fixed yourself up, bending your leg in and out carefully to make sure the bandage was properly secure you couldn’t help but replay the look on Hunters face when he saw your injury or when you heard the tone of his voice.

You snapped out of your thoughts briefly when Echo entered and offered you a small smile when he noticed your bandaged leg. “Say, it’s weird to see you the one bandaged up rather than one of us.”

You hummed in amusement but the smile didn’t reach your lips. “Echo, Tech, can I ask you guys something?”

“Well that depends on what it is you are asking. Are you asking about the mission? Something that none of us can feasibly answer? Is it-.”

“It’s about Hunter.” You quickly cut Tech off before he could continue, earning a playful smirk from Echo who nodded his head for you to continue. “Do you think he’s been... acting weird?”

Echo shifted in his spot whereas Tech looked on silently. “How’d you mean?” Echo asked.

“I-I don’t know. I just feel like he’s being short with me recently? He’s being way to over protective and I feel like everything I am doing is wrong, y’know?”

Tech tilted his head slightly. “It could simply be because you were assigned to us by Commander Cody and you being injured in battle would reflect badly on us from a military point of view.” Tech offered but you were glad that Echo was also with you as he had a inkling he knew what was going on. In fact, Echo and Crosshair were more than certain they knew what was going on with Hunter but it was not in his place to say.

“That’s a possibility,” Echo started, crossing his arms over his chest, “or it could just be because he cares and doesn’t really know how to express it without coming across as... that.”

You listened to his words and looked to the cockpit where he was now copiloting the ship. You obviously wanted to talk to him about it but you knew for now that the safest bet was to let him cool off and chat with him later.

“Thanks boys. I should go rest my leg up before we get back to base.”

————————————————— A few hours had passed and most of the boys had turned in for the night. You had managed to get some shut eye but Wreckers snoring had caused you to stir awake. You sat up and grabbed your bottle of water, taking a swig before standing to your feet and assessed the situation around you. You countered four sleeping bodies and none of which were Hunter.

Combing your fingers through your hair you walked towards the cockpit, hesitating before you decided to enter and sit down in the copilot seat beside Hunter.

The silence was deafening between the two of you as you both stared at the glittering stars ahead of you. Your mouth ran dry, the water clearly doing nothing but you were thankful that it was Hunter who spoke first.

“How’s the leg?”

“It’s fine...” you replied airily, gently swinging side to side in the chair. “How’s the attitude?”

It was a bold question to ask, especially with your seemingly off relationship with one another. You held in your breath, waiting for some moody remark back but instead he sighed. “Not good, clearly.”

You turned to him and tilted your head to the side as you arched an eyebrow at him. “Is it me? Have I done something wrong?”

His knee was nervously tapping up and down, his chin rested between his thumb and finger before sparing a glance in your direction where he felt his whole breath almost got sucked out of his lungs as you looked at him those innocent eyes.

It was the same feeling he got when he first laid eyes on you. The Batch were waiting in the hanger when Commander Cody and other clones of his regiment had greeted them. He knew they were being assigned a medic (to much of Crosshair’s displeasure)but he didn’t expect to feel an instinct attraction when he spotted you glide towards him with a wide grin plastered on your face and saluted him in greeting. Since then, six months ago, he was smitten. He thought it was some childish crush that he would soon get over as it wasn’t particularly responsible for him to get such feelings but they didn’t fade.

They got stronger and stronger to the point his senses had sent his mind into a frenzy when he could sense you in the ship. He could hear the thumping of your heart beat when you laughed, the scent of blood when you got it on your hands whenever you had bandaged up Wrecker. These things never used to happen as bad until you came along. Kriff, his mind went into overload to the point he thought he would short circuit when he could smell you when showering in the refresher. It was pure intoxication at this point.

“No.” Hunter said simply. “It’s… well, it’s me.”

“Oh.” You answered kind of hopelessly. “Well, is there anything I can do? Have you been injured and been hiding it from me?”

“It’s nothing Y/N.” He hoped he didn’t sound as snappy as he had done previously but as he spared another glance, he was glad that you didn’t seem upset. Instead, you looked worried.

“Hunter… please tell me? I hate seeing you act this way towards me. You’ve been acting so strange with me. I can’t help but feel like you’re pushing me away. Do you… do you want me to resign and you get a new medic? Because I will if you feel like I could hinder your status to the Republic?” You rambled accidentally, something you often did when nervous.

“I care about you. A lot.” Hunter cut off your rambling, turning his pilot seat to face you more, leaning forwards and clasping his hands together. “I just can’t help but feel worry when I don’t… when I don’t see you.”

This wasn’t something you were expecting at all but nonetheless, you could feel your heartbeat speed up by his confession and she was more than certain that he could hear it as he looked up at you with those soft brown eyes. “I like you, more than I should. I never want to see you hurt, especially when I could prevent it.”

You swallowed the breath you were holding and stared across at Hunter. He liked you. “Hunter,” you smiled softly and bravely leaned forward and carefully placed a hand over his, rubbing soft circles into his skin, “I like you too. Probably more that I should too.”

His eyes widened as complete relief washed over him at your words. The feelings of your hands on top of his own ignited something inside him and he didn’t know what else to say but he certainly knew what he could do.

He pushed himself out of his chair and took a step towards you. Instantly, you found your hands on his shoulders whilst his large and calloused hands had gently placed on either side of your cheeks and your lips were on his at the same time; both of you wanting this. Your lips moulded together perfectly as your hands made their way to his long hair, gently running your fingers through it before he let out a breathless whisper into your mouth:

“You’re so intoxicating to me, mesh’la.”

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Thanks for the tag!!!

No pressure tags @mangoberry99 @photowizard17 @darkphoenix2332 and all my lovely followers!

So I took this quiz to tell me which Bad Batch member is my soulmate

Not saying it is meant to be but 😏

Just tagging some people who might wanna do this: @rebelpitstop @justanotherstarwarswhore @allhailkingboba @samrubio

If you wanna do this feel free to do this

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Five More Minutes (Crosshair x Fem!Reader)

A/N: I'm not sorry for another one shot. This one romantic. I saw a pillow at Hobby Lobby that said, "If you love me, let me nap," and the idea for this came to mind. If you don't like it, blame the pillow.

Summary: Its morning, but you can't seem to get Crosshair out of bed.

Warnings: None; little bit of kissy-kissy

Word Count: 716

You knocked softly on the bedroom door. “Crosshair?”

In the corner, Crosshair snored softly in bed. His arms were wrapped around the pillow and his face was half buried in it. He looked so peaceful, more so than you had seen him for a while, so you hated the thought of having to wake him up. But you knew his brothers were going to need him soon, so you approached the sleeping sniper.

“Cross?” You bent over him, your voice a hushed whisper. He didn't respond. You gently shook his shoulder. “Love? Come on, it’s time to get up.”

He moaned and swatted your hand away. “Go away, cyare,” he mumbled.

“Not until you're awake. Come on, sleepy head. Its morning.” You sat on the edge of the bed.

“Five more minutes.”

Bargaining? You chuckled. He must be tired if he wasn’t going to outright demand those five more minutes. “If I leave, you'll fall right back asleep. And we can't have that, can we? So get up before I have to yank that blanket off of you.”

Crosshair turned his head so he was facing away from you. “If you loved me, you would let me sleep.”

You couldn’t hide the small laugh that escaped you as you bent over to kiss his ear. “I do love you, babe, but you can't sleep the day away. Omega and the guys are waiting for you downstairs and if the two of us don’t show up in a few minutes, then you know they’re gonna send a search party.” You gently rubbed his bare back and kissed his shoulder blades. “Come on, love. Let’s get going, huh?”

“This isn’t exactly waking me up any, cyar’ika.” He turned onto his back and gazed up at you, the tenderness on his usually-hardened face throwing you for a loop. He looked so handsome when he was sleepy. Well, he was always handsome, but something about the foggy look in his eyes really appealed to you. You smiled and leaned down to bring your lips to his in a quick kiss.

Your warm breath tickled his face as you asked, “And what exactly would make you wake up?”

A smirk crossed the sniper’s face. He showed you by wrapping his arms around you and pulling you down to lay beside him. His strong arms held you close and you cuddled up against him.

“Laying down with you doesn’t sound like the kind of thing to wake you up, Cross,” you murmured into the nape of his neck.

“Mmm…” He buried his nose in your hair and breathed in your scent. Wrapping his arms tighter around you, the two of you relaxed and melded together. You knew you should be trying to get him out of bed, but you had to admit… His arms were quite snug. His heartbeat was soothing, and the soft kisses he was placing on your forehead warmed your entire being. Crosshair didn’t often show this side of himself, not even to you, his girlfriend. So when he did, you couldn’t pass up the opportunity. Who knew how long it would be before he would pull you down for a little cuddle time again?

“Y/N? Crosshair?”

You lifted your head and Crosshair turned his to see Omega standing in the doorway, confusion registered all over her face. “What’re you doing?”

“What is it, Omega?” the sniper questioned. An expression of slight annoyance passed over his features at having been interrupted.

“Hunter sent me to come get you two.”

You offered Omega a smile. “Tell Hunter…” You glanced down at your man. He looked up at you, his eyes almost pleading. A sigh escaped your lips. How could you refuse him when he looked at you like that, like a lost puppy? “Tell Hunter we’ll be down in a little while, okay, sweetie?”

The poor girl still had questions to ask, but she knew better than to ask them. Maybe Hunter could tell her what you two were doing. “Okay. See you in a bit.” She pulled the door closed behind her.

You chuckled and curled up against Crosshair again.

“Thank you, beautiful,” he whispered, holding you close.

“You’re welcome.” You kissed his jaw. “But only five more minutes, okay, love?”

He smirked. “Best five minutes of my life.”

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I also love some nice Angst with a hint of fluff in the end 😄 So how about after Sera told them about Umbara and what happened, she gets a really nasty nightmare about what happened there and this time the batch is there too and Hunter takes the place of her Captain and everything is even worse. Then Hunter wakes her up, comforts her with a cup of hot chocolate he hates because of the intense smell but makes it for her so she feels better. And they cuddle.

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Just a Dream

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 2.4k

Pairing: OC x Hunter

Warnings: War Scenes, death, and trauma.

Summary: Sera relives her worst and last battle of the clones wars through a nightmare. When Hunter arrives as she wakes, Sera tries to confide in him.

Authors note: I've had this draft sitting for like ever im sorry it took so long, I get so perfectionist-y about my fanfics even though im trying to just do it for fun asdakljf anyways I thought this was nice so enjoy! Thank you for the ask! :)

P.S. I went full out on this and studied the war tactics and how it actually happened on Umbara, this is just like a snippet of the details that I had figured out! tags: @mangoberry99

“General!” Captain of the 401st ran to Sera. He had his blaster in hand, ready to fight despite the fact that they just crash landed.

“Yes?” The Jedi General, Sera, looked up from her work. She knelt over an injured clone trooper, trying to do what she could to ease his pain. Based on the charred hole in his body, he wasn’t going to make it.

“We only have stray survivors from our ships, casualties are high-“ Sera and the Captain both ducked as rocks flew over their heads from a nearby explosion.

Sera glanced around the field and calculated quickly. “We need to retreat. Try seeing if you can reach General Kenobi or Skywalker, they’re the only battalions we’re close to,” Sera’s Captain nodded in agreement as she spoke, reaching for his comms.

“I’ll round up the survivors and try to find the best direction to retreat.” The dark planet's sky lit up with more enemy fire from the Umbarans. Sera’s face and the Captains helmet were lit up from the brightness. They only stared at each other in silence for a brief moment as the Umbara sky ignited above them. Sera’s expression was somber, and while she couldn’t see the Captains face, she knew his expression mirrored hers under the helmet. Neither of them liked their odds right now.

The heavy fire landed, exploding the nearby ships. Blood curdling screams came from the same direction. A sense of urgency filled Sera as she heard the screaming. “I’m counting on you, Sharp!” Sera began to turn away, yelling to Captain Sharp over her shoulder. “Yes Sir,” The Captain nodded, already working with the comm unit in hand. Sera glanced down to the clone she had been trying to heal moments ago. He was frozen, his head slumped and body limp.

The Jedi forced herself to continue, telling herself she can mourn once the battle is over. She had to save whoever she could now. “Troopers!” She yelled across the field, looking at a group of clones who were taking cover behind a flipped air transport. Their heads perked up from across the battlefield, and some hopeful expressions appeared as they saw their General. Sera squinted, then her eyes widened when she saw Wrecker was among the soldiers now, throwing scrap metal towards the enemy tanks. Tech suddenly flickered into existence, taking cover behind the same transport. One of the soldiers that had turned to Sera now saluted her. His arm was prosthetic, and the soldier suddenly morphed into Echo.

Sera shook her head, then suddenly something felt off and a sensation tugged at her gut. She froze. She knew it was the force, and it was a warning. Her eyes widened and turned to look toward the enemy lines.

Umbaran airships whizzed by and began firing down on the survivors. She looked to the surviving soldiers with a horrified expression. The Umbarans fire landed right in the center of her men, and she only heard their screams before her vision blacked out.

Sera got thrown back far, her body slamming to the ground hard. While her head snapped back and hit the rocky terrain, she felt her troopers' lives get instantly snuffed out from the heavy fire that rained from above. It felt like cotton filled her brain, her body not responding to her quickly enough. She opened her eyes, and tried to gather whatever strength she had left in herself and through the force that flowed through her. She rolled over to her side, and felt blood coming down her forehead.

Once she rolled over, she saw a soldier's charred body not too far away. He held a rifle in his hand, and she recognized the tattoo marks on his eye that formed a Crosshair.

Sera looked away from the disturbing sight, then tried sitting up. She halted her movement, then gasped and gripped her side. She had felt a sharp pain, and looked to see blood was on her hands. Her vision began to get cloudy, blood dripping into her eyes from an open wound on her head.

“General,” the whisper cut through the haze, and she recognized the voice immediately.

She ignored the pain and crawled over, seeing her Captain sprawled body lying feet from her. “Captain-“ Seras voice caught in her throat, and she couldn’t speak more, the sight of his broken body stealing her voice away. More flashes lit up the sky, and more fire came from the enemy’s tanks and airships. She squeezed her eyes tight. This can’t be happening. It’s just a dream.

“General-“ Sharp coughed weakly. He brought Sera back to the scene before her. She let the tears fall and she sat up as best she could, reaching to grab ahold of his bloodied hand.

“Stay with me Captain.” She forced herself to speak, and tried to sound confident. She tried to sound like the General these men deserved, not the one that had just failed them. He reached and lifted up his helmet.

Sera saw it was Hunter's face that was underneath the Captain's helmet, and he squeezed her hand tight. She sobbed quietly, letting the tears fall.

This isn’t how it happened

“Hunter, stay with me.” She remembered speaking this sentence before, the words came out forcefully and with passion just like they had the first time.

“It was an honor, General.” The words that had been spoken by Sharp came out of Hunter's mouth, now in his voice too instead of the Captains. Sera only sobbed harder.

“No! Not you, no no,”

The light left his eyes and his hand stopped gripping hers.

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Sera awoke in bed, gasping for air. She sat up and ran her hands through her hair, trying to remember where she was.

He’s dead. They're all dead.

The door to her bedroom opened, and someone came through. Sera didn’t look up, but kept her fingers tangled in her short blonde hair, gripping her head tightly.

“Sera!” Hunter's smokey voice echoed through the room as he ran in, his vibroknife in hand. Sera kept staring down, trying to recall where she was and how she wasn’t injured. She pressed a hand to her side and felt no pain.

“What’s wrong, are you hurt?” He looked around, trying to find a threat.

“I-“ Sera couldn’t get another word out, and she tried to steady her breathing. Her memories started to come back to her now that she was awake.

It was just another nightmare. Everyone in clone force 99 is alive.

“I'm sorry, it was just a dream.” Sera's voice came back to her and she looked up to Hunter. His hair was messy, the bandana still in its rightful place though, and he wore his blacks.

He relaxed, then set the knife down on an end table, and looked down at her. He took in the scene, Sera shuddering in the bed, coated with sweat, breathing shakily. His expression softened as he began to comprehend what had happened. “A nightmare.” It didn't quite sound like a question when he said it, but Sera still nodded in confirmation.

Hunter looked away, placing a hand on his chin as he thought hard for a moment. Then an idea came to him and he looked up to Sera. “Will you be okay if I go for just a minute?”

Sera examined his expression. His eyes didn’t waver from her, and he waited patiently for her answer. She could tell that if she asked him to, he would stay with her no questions asked.

“Go, I’ll be okay.” Sera tried to smile and nod. She still felt herself shaking a bit, and she knew the smile probably wasn't convincing. Hunter nodded back and slipped out of the room.

While Hunter was gone, Sera sat herself up in the bed and tried to get more comfortable. She wiped away the layer of sweat that covered her forehead, and took slow, deep breaths. Her dream felt just like what happened on Umbara, it was almost a perfect replay, like the other times she had this nightmare. The difference this time was that the bad batch was there too, dying alongside her soldiers. But they’re alive, she reminded herself.

Sera’s thoughts were interrupted when Hunter opened the door, and held a steaming cup in his hand. His nose was wrinkled a bit, but he managed to maintain a normal expression otherwise. “Here.” He handed it to Sera. She looked curiously, and then took the cup. She instantly felt it’s warmth, and recognized it was Hot Coco.

“Hunter, you didn’t have to do that.” Sera looked at the cup gratefully. She knew the smell of the drink bothered him, ever since she made it for herself the first time she stayed aboard the havoc marauder. After seeing how it irritated Hunter's senses, she never drank it around them anymore.

Hunter shrugged, trying to act like it was no big deal. She could see his nose was still wrinkled, and turned away from the cup. “You’ve had a bad night. I know you like drinking this when you can’t sleep, Echo told me.”

Sera would’ve denied it if he hadn’t mentioned Echo, but it was true. Sera and Echo both had a habit of being insomniacs, and sometimes the two would pass by each other on a shared sleepless night, and sometimes they would keep eachother company

Sera sighed and decided not to fight Hunter on this. Despite what the clone thought, the Coco smelled amazing to her, and the warmth she felt from gripping it was inviting. “Thank you.” Sera quickly took a few sips, which turned into a few gulps of the chocolate drink. Hunter chuckled as she easily downed the drink.

“You're welcome.” He smiled and looked away, then sat at the edge of Sera’s bed. After she finished, she set the drink on her nightstand, just by her bed. She saw Hunter's knife was sitting just next to her now finished cup. She decided to reach for it, bringing it to her lap as she held it in her hands.

Hunter watched her fiddle with his knife, and decided to speak up. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked her. Sera looked up and met his eyes. He was leaning back on his hands, and she could tell he didn’t want to push her.

“Just bad memories.” She answered briefly, then looked back down to the knife. She held the point at the tip of her finger. Her brow furrowed as the memories flickered in her mind, and she mindlessly fiddled with the blade, scraping the tip of it on her fingers. Hunter's hand came over hers, and her eyebrows came up, slightly surprised. She didn’t move.

“We all have bad memories from the war.” Hunter opened her hand and took the knife away gently. After it left her hands, she squeezed her now open hand into a fist. She nodded at his words.

Sera had these dreams so many times, too many times to count. She’s even had these nightmares while traveling with the group of rogue clones. Something was different this time though. She didn’t have someone here when she awoke from the bad dreams.

Sera’s chest felt tight as the emotions began to overwhelm her. Despite not following the Jedi code anymore, She still found herself in the habit of trying to have no attachments. Being attached to her soldiers, her men, it’s what hurt her the most when they died. But here they were, more clones once again breaking her walls down.

Hunter's arm came around Sera’s shoulder, and she easily leaned in and rested her head on his shoulder.

“You’re safe now, Sera.” Hunter squeezed Sera’s shoulder, trying to comfort her.

“It’s not me I’m worried about.”

Hunter turned his face a bit to eye her suspiciously. “You’re worried about us?”

Sera didn’t look at him. It felt like history was repeating itself. Sera finding more clones, joining arms with them, creating a close bond with them. There was only one thing left to make both of these stories the same.

No more deaths.

Hunter's chuckle brought Sera’s attention back to what was happening. “You know we can handle ourselves, right?” He was genuinely amused at the idea of Sera being worried about them.

“That was part of my nightmare.” Sera lowered her voice when she spoke, just breathing the words out.

Hunter didn’t laugh at that. Sera closed her eyes, and pressed her face into Hunter's shoulder. Hunter frowned at this, beginning to see how real her fear was.

“Hey,” Hunter shifted, moving so he could see her face. Sera lifted her face up when Hunter moved his shoulder away.

“We’re not going anywhere.” Hunter looked Sera dead in the eyes, both hands on her shoulder. He squeezed her shoulders gently. “You’re stuck with us as long as you’ll have us.” The corners of his mouth turned up a bit as he finished his sentence.

Starting to feel a surge of emotions come, Sera put her arms around Hunter and pulled him into an embrace. He wasn’t expecting it, but easily returned the gesture. He had gotten used to hugging more with her, and easily patted her back comfortingly.

“Thank you,” Sera breathed into Hunter's ear. Hunter froze for a moment, then straightened himself up and pulled away.

“Alright mesh’la, lay down and try to sleep.” Hunter gently grabbed onto Sera’s shoulders and started guiding her back down onto the bed.

“Mesh what now?” Sera yawned as she spoke. She didn’t know mando’a, except for picking up on some of the insults crosshair would direct to her occasionally.

“Sleep.” Hunter ordered, ignoring her question.

Despite wanting to argue, Sera’s eyes felt heavy, and she willingly laid back down on the bed. A few minutes passed, with Hunter staying diligently at the edge of the bed. He listened to her breathing, and glanced at her occasionally. He waited to be sure no signs of another nightmare came, and that Sera would sleep soundly. Once he was confident she was fast asleep, Hunter planned to quietly leave the room and go back to sleep.

Once he shifted though, he felt fingers grip his wrist. He turned to glance at Sera. She wasn’t awake, but when he moved she reached out and grabbed him. Hunter tried to peel her fingers off, but she shifted in the bed, only tightening her grip.

Who knew she could get so attached?

Hunter gave up on leaving, already entranced by watching her sleep. He did, however, feel too uncomfortable with sitting on her bed any longer, so he instead reached over to a chair just a few feet away and pulled it up. He settled in, leaving his arm on the bed that Sera would not release. The chair and his body were parallel to the bed, and he continued to watch her carefully, ready to chase away any nightmares that came.

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