imabeautifulbutterfly

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

they’re still together in my head :,)

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

It's the perfect cherry on top of this delicious sundae. Tech is so adorable.

Hi!!!, I'm so glad for your 1000 followers, you deserve it, I hope you get more and more every day. 🥺

From the physical afections prompts, I loved the number 4; you know Tech is my man.

Thanks for the request, love! And oh man, sweet Tech...this will be fun!

"Night Lights"

4. Fingers softly touching before intertwining

Pairing: Tech x fem reader

***

You inhaled deeply through your nose and then exhaled slowly through your mouth. The bell to your apartment door had just gone off and you were bracing yourself for who was on the other side, calming down your nerves.

Why were you nervous?

It was because you were about to go on an actual date with your crush...Tech.

You lived on Pabu and you'd first ran into him in a tavern after he came back from flight training with the young girl in his squad. You thought he was cute and, after a couple small drinks, worked up the courage to go talk to him. You'd clicked pretty quickly and he told you he'd see you around. The two of you met up a couple more times in that same tavern before he finally decided to ask you on a proper date and you couldn't be more excited! You'd even gone out and bought yourself a new dress and everything to impress him.

Though, now that the date was upon you...you were anxious as hell.

You pressed the button to open your door and there he was, your favorite intelligent, goggled Clone in his nice blue and white leather outfit that you liked on him.

"Good evening, (Y/N)," he said politely.

"Hi Tech," you replied, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

"Are you ready for our date?" he inquired.

You nodded. "I've been ready all day."

"As have I." Then he offered you his arm and stated, "Come. I have something special planned for us tonight."

With an excited smile, you looped your arm through his and the two of were off.

He led you down to the pier where he revealed he was borrowing Mayor Shep's boat for the evening and the Mayor had also helped him prepare a special picnic meal for the two of you. The two of you got onto the boat and Tech drove the boat out further into the ocean until you could see all of Pabu in the distance. You enjoyed the lovely meal together while making pleasant conversation. You asked Tech how he was liking life on Pabu and he regaled you with stories of his life as a soldier. He was attentive to every word you said and you were enthralled with all of his stories. You just knew you could listen to him all day.

The sun had almost disappeared on the horizon and you had the feeling your date with Tech was just about over and you couldn't help but feel sad about it.

"I've had a wonderful time with you tonight, Tech," you told him.

"I have had an enjoyable time with you likewise," Tech replied. "However, our outing is not yet over."

"It isn't?" you questioned.

"Not quite," he said. "After analyzing weather conditions a few days ago for Shep in order to properly plan expeditions for the fisherman, I took notice of a particular phenomenon that is supposed to take place this very night. I thought it would be more special if we...could see it together."

Just as you were about to ask what he was talking about, you saw his eyes look up and there seemed to be a softer light illuminating his face, casting a slight glare on his goggles. You looked up in the direction he was gazing and a quiet gasp escaped your lips as you got up to your feet.

The night sky was alive with ribbons of sparkling lights of various colors: green, purple, blue and pink. It was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen and you just couldn't take your eyes away. You felt Tech stand beside you and the slightest sensation that Tech's hand was right next to yours. This moment was so serene and romantic...you wanted so badly to just inch your hand over and hold Tech's hand.

Suddenly, his fingers lightly brushed against yours and you froze ever so slightly. To test the waters a little more, you lightly touched him back...until you felt his hand slip into yours, intertwining your fingers together, and he grasped your hand tightly. Finally, you made yourself look at him and your eyes tenderly met, causing a feeling of warmth to build inside you at the way he gazed at you.

"This...is perfect," he told you, a softer smile that you'd ever seen from him on his lips.

"Not quite yet, it isn't," you countered. You then tilted your head up and sweetly kissed him on the lips.

When you pulled back, he grinned even wider. "It appears I stand corrected," he said in reply.

Tech then pulled you into his arms and kissed you again in the glowing light of the night sky above you.

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[imabeautifulbutterfly]

May I please request [WET] with Rex or Gregor or Howzer or Hunter? 🤣🙈 thank you, you wonderfully talented thing you! 💕

Hello, dear friend 😅

I'd like to formally apologize for disappearing on this ask/request for so long. I feel horrible 😓...BUT, I refused to allow that to prevent me from finishing it! SO! Almost a year later, here if your request!

Honestly, I struggled so much with picking between Howzer and Gregor haha I haven't written for any of your boys you suggested before so I felt the most comfortable with Howzer. Though, if you have any more requests, I'd be more than happy to make those about the other two 😏 Also, I started this far before season 3 came out haha sooooo, I just went with what I had mostly written.

Anyway! Here you are, friend!

The Downpour

Pairing: Captain Howzer x fem!reader

Warnings: none really? A little risqué but nothing NSFW- still not entirely my forte just yet haha, but some good kissing.

Summary: Howzer is hiding himself away, on a planet that should keep him safe until Rex and Gregor can come back for him with a few other Clone Rebels. Until then, he is at the mercy of a woman Rex had contact with to keep the clone Captain fed. But Howzer is struggling with rising feelings he never knew a military man like himself could feel.

Word Count: 3k

Though on a different planet, hiding was still a top priority to Howzer, especially now that he not only had to protect himself but you, as well. It hadn’t been long since Rex and Gregor, along with a few other rebellious clones, found a secluded place for the rogue to settle. Rex had a few connections to people in the neighboring town so Howzer had someone to help supply food or whatever he may need and that was how he stumbled upon you- the one who helped far more than he could’ve ever asked. You not only supplied food but comfort when he would have sudden bouts of panic and flashbacks of seeing his brothers die in battle. Not just comfort, but encouragement, kindness, understanding…compassion. For a clone. For someone expendable. Replaceable. However, you’d told him multiple times he wasn’t, there was no way he could understand how you’d believed that. You were so unique, so breathtakingly exotic to him, and yet…the only thing that made him any different than his brothers was the scars on his face from the battles he’d seen. Nevertheless, no matter how he’d felt about what you may have seen in him, he promised to protect you with every possible effort he could muster. You made the little shack he took shelter in a home and as reckless as the thought was, Howzer fully believed that he would prefer death before he’d let the Empire take that feeling from him. But of course, you were oblivious to all of the overwhelming affection that he scarcely kept from boiling over every time you’d show up at his door with that smile that he spent nights dreaming about.

Today was only a little different…

It was a cloudy, overcast day and Howzer assumed rain would be expected at some point in the day but being new to the region he was still growing accustomed to the exotic weather patterns. So, going about his day as he normally would, while waiting for you, he busied himself with straightening up the small shack for your arrival. There was hardly room to make a mess, though that didn’t stop the clone from feeling as if he needed to make the place as perfect for you as he could, every single time. Howzer could feel his fingers fidgeting nervously, adjusting the vase of native flora in the center of the table back and forth a few times to keep his hands busy. He’d found a bush of wild flowers a day or two ago, during his daily trek of the surrounding woods, and decided that he wanted to surprise you with them during one of your regular stop-ins. The feeling you gave him was an entirely new experience for the clone, he’d only ever known war and militia- cold nights and dangerous encounters. But you gave him gentle touches and warm smiles that brought a whole new perspective to his life- a softer perspective and he craved it.

Blinking, Howzer realized he’d been daydreaming of you once again, brought back to reality by the grounding sound of heavy rain hammering the roof above his head. Glancing out the window to see if the sound matched the actual amount of rain outside, Howzer glimpsed your silhouette amongst the trees. “She’s lost her mind!” He panicked to himself as he grabbed for his raincoat by the door, rushing out into the torrent to meet you halfway. The rogue clone shouted your name over the loud rain, bounding up to you. “Howzer!” You simply greeted him with a grin that nearly toppled him. The hand over your forehead, protecting your face from the rough battering of rain, moved to wave innocently at the man approaching you.

Once in front of one another, Howzer’s breath ragged from his sprint to you, he realized that the coat was useless, noticing how soaked through you’d become despite his efforts. Taking in your drenched figure, heat rose to warm his cheeks from the cold air when he observed how the wet fabric folded over your curves. “Seems a little silly for us both to be soaked, don’t you think, Captain?” You laughed playfully as you wiped at the water in your eyes. “I mean, look at you,” You motioned to his t-shirt that was now clinging to his well-muscled torso, taking a secret moment to admire it for yourself.

“I-uh,” he fought with his thoughts, the sight of your figure distracting him from the words he knew he needed to say to explain why he’d run out to meet you. Squeezing his eyes shut to think, he chuckled out a breath at his internal struggle. “You make me a fool, cyare. That’s my only defense.” He finally muttered against the rain, meeting your eyes with a charming smile.

Perplexed by seeing his lips move but not processing what he was saying because of the loud pattering of the rain, you blinked a few times. “Sorry, Captain” you teased his title again, “I’m afraid the rain is drowning out your voice.” Leaning to look past the larger man, you then glanced up at his face to see he was fixated on your eyes. “Maybe we should head inside, then you can tell me what you wanted to say.”

-

Once inside the humble shack, you shuffled out of the soaked jacket you had tossed on before leaving. Glancing over your shoulder at Howzer, noting that he was placing his usual paranoid locks in place, you queried, “So what was it that you said out there, Howzer?”

“Oh! Uh-“ Howzer stumbled over his words momentarily, remembering exactly what he’d unintentionally let slip, and silently praised the rain for being loud enough to cover his mistaken confession. “I-I was saying that you are incredibly insane for walking all the way here in that mess of rain.” His chuckle warmed your chilled bones as he took a seat on one of the wooden chairs at the small round table you, yourself were standing near. His honey eyes glimmered against his wet hair, which was currently plastered against his forehead, “Though, I’ve come to find that your unpredictable nature is endearing.” and the boyish grin that followed after made you surprisingly bashful.

A light blush touched your cheeks as you swatted him away, “I didn’t choose to walk through the deluge out there haphazardly, ya know! It just started pouring on my way over here”, your laugh trailing off as you pulled out the rations you were supposed to be delivering. “Halfway here I realized the rations were probably ruined as well…Sorry, Howzer.” The drenched packages that slopped onto the counter from your bag gave away the condition of the contents. A pout fell over your face and Howzer could hardly keep his heart steady as he saw the precious upturn of your brows.

The captain could hear the remorse and guilt weaving through your normally bubbly voice, so he waved his hand in dismissal. “Don’t worry about it, we can figure something else out, mesh’la. Besides, you should know by now, the rations are nice,” he chuckled, “but the company is far more valuable to me.” You had only met a handful of clones throughout your life, many of the Clone Wars had affected the planet around you, but never yours so that left the planet more for the stationing of the clones- but very rarely. The ones you had met had seemed far more rough around the edges, more militant than Howzer was, at least around you. He was always so gentle and notably affectionate. Certainly not that you were complaining, the way he treated you was special enough to swoon you from early on. A handsome military man with a compassionate heart was hardly something anyone could deny for too long.

Especially one with such an adorable smile such as his.

“I uh-” Howzer clearing his throat brought you back as he tapped his fingers against the table, “I saw these while I was on one of my walks the other day.” A subtle gesture toward the mason jar of wildflowers brought your attention to them, “they reminded me of you so I thought I’d bring them back and, uh, see how you liked them.” His eyes flickered between your reaction and the flora between the two of you. It wasn’t the first time the clone captain had been unsure of exactly what to say around you, not by a long shot, but the current situation felt more difficult than others.

“For…me?” The sweet innocence in your voice betrayed the devastatingly sinful way the wet clothes accentuated your figure for his trained eye, so in an attempt to compose himself, Howzer fiddled with pushing his wet hair back and out of his face.

“Yeah, for you, mesh’la” he cleared his throat again to steady his growing anticipation. Watching as your beautiful eyes widened in realization, picking the jar up to inspect it closer, Howzer felt his left leg begin to bounce against the wood floor. The silence felt suffocating as you continued to run your finger delicately through the flowers, not glancing even once over at the anxious captain. It gave enough pause for Howzer to overthink his words, maybe he should’ve explained more the reason why he picked them? Perhaps he shouldn’t have said anything? Had he said too much? Or worse…were these flowers that he thought were pretty just seen as weeds on your planet and now you thought he was insulting you?

Oh, stars…what if you thought he was insulting you!

“They’re so beautiful, Howzer,” your voice was soft and wistful enough to halt every worrying thought swirling inside of him. “I can’t believe you gathered them just for me. I really appreciate that.” You held the jar close to your chest and he was met with another one of your devastating smiles that made his heart stop in its thundering rhythm. The sparkle in your eyes hypnotized him, reeling him into what felt like a world where just your smile existed. There was no Republic, no Empire, no war, no Order 66, no hiding for safety…just the dream that was so perfectly…you. In this world, there were no repercussions for how he felt. He could love you freely as his heart desired, finally know the way you’d feel wrapped up in him, he wouldn’t have to worry about you being hurt by anyone because of him.

You could properly be his, the way he wanted to be yours.

“You are breathtaking, mesh’la…”

The words caught you off guard, your eyes having traveled back down at some point to look over the floral arrangement in your hands now snapped back over to see the clone captain gazing at you lovingly, as if he were looking upon a rare star. “H-Howzer…?”

It seemed as if he were enchanted by something as he stood up from his chair, being drawn in by the longing to touch you, “forgive me, I know this is sudden,” Howzer began in a low tone, his fingers caressing your hand as he approached, removing the jar gently and placing it aside. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” the way he breathed your name elicited goosebumps across your arms, his rough fingertips chasing them up to carefully cup your neck. Brown eyes searched yours for any sign of discomfort from his sudden display but he could find nothing of the such, surprise, elation, and confusion perhaps, but not an ounce of displeasure. Your wet cheeks felt warmer and warmer by the second, the restriction of the clothes that clung to your body becoming alarmingly apparent. “I could’ve chosen a better time to do this, I guess.” Chuckling as he wiped away a stray drop of rain that cascaded down your jaw to your neck where his warm hand was still settled.

“No,” your voice startled you, speaking before you even realized, “please…don’t stop. I-I…you’re very warm this close.”

“I could warm you up a little more,” the shift in his eyes was alluring as one of his hands slid back to cradle the back of your head, gently tangling his fingers through your wet hair, tilting your face up a little more to glance between your eyes and lips, “that is, if you’d allowed me, cyra’ika?” His grin melted any resolve you had to deny him for the sake of Rex and any other clones that might need their brother in top shape…not distracted by a romantic entanglement.

Your heart fluttered wildly against your chest, curiosity overwhelming you, “warm me up more?” and at his simple nod, you continued, “h-how?” Your hands finally came up to slide over his wet shirt, settling at his chest as he stepped even further into your space.

“I could tell you,” Howzer began, “or I could show you how beautiful I think you are.” he finished softer, the same fire behind his eyes. Thousands of possibilities ran wild through your mind at the offer, but before you could choose just one, hearing his gruff voice whisper your name to catch your immediate attention. “It would be an honor of mine to kiss you…please.”

Without answering, you surged upward to crash against him in a desperate attempt to quell some of the burning in your chest for the man before you. Howzer grunted at the sensation of feeling you against him finally, tasting your lips for the first time nearly bringing him to his knees. One of his hands stayed firmly at the back of your head, the other sliding down to press your lower back, pushing you further into him- craving the sensation of you everywhere. The way your lips slid against his in a fervent kiss made his head spin and the surprise of this even being reality instead of one of his many dreams caused him to pull away only a fraction to allow a whisper of your name to echo between the two of you. “Yes, Captain?” Your response was just as quiet as his, the title more of a pet name when spoken from your lips, “Don’t tell me you’re going to retreat from me now.” You always had such a sweet, innocent sparkle to your eye, and the way you gazed up at him currently with the same glimmer but this time with a haze of lust and hooded eyes made the clone captain even more resolute in his sudden decision.

“I’d be a kriffing fool, mesh’la,” Howzer pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your lips, his tongue sliding dominantly into your mouth, claiming the treasure that was your moan. “A kriffing fool…” he repeated, almost breathlessly before he dove back in to devour you once more. The heated exchange was nearly dizzying, as he kissed you repeatedly, pulling away for only moments long enough to breathe. You’d always experienced his passion when he spoke of his brothers, the Clone Wars, Ryloth, and even Hera- the little Twi’lek girl he watched over often. But experiencing his passion in such an intimate way felt surreal and with his lips now trailing down your jaw to leave warm kisses against your neck you muttered his name through heavy breaths. “Yes, cyar’ika?” The gravel in his voice vibrated through your body.

“Wh-What do those words-” you were interrupted by a sudden gasp as he pulled aside the wet shoulder of your shirt to kiss your wet skin, “those words mean…the names you call me.”

Howzer hummed in pleasure at your question, kissing back along to your collarbone, “my Mando’a pet names for you,” he began, only stopping to speak against your cold skin, “Mesh’la,” he kissed your clavicle, “means beautiful. Which you are, to me.” Lips leaving kisses across to the other shoulder, “Cyar’ika” a warm open-mouthed kiss to the juncture between your neck and shoulder, “means darling, or sweetheart- interchangeably. And you are both of those things, my darling and my sweetheart.” His whispers only heightened the sensation of his kisses against your skin. “Cyare”, this one he paused for a moment, considering if he should give the truth of the definition to you, or what others could use the word to mean. As his lips kissed up the column of your neck, Howzer felt the way your hands gripped at the cloth of his shirt, fortifying his determination. Leaving a kiss just below your ear he whispered, “Mean beloved.” Your shuttering gasp made him smile against your skin, “which you are. You are my beloved.”

It felt like a dream as you felt him encircle you within his arms, head rising to meet your eyes once more, his damp hair, you noticed, having come to fall back onto his forehead. “You are everything I never even considered and if you’ll continue to let me, I would love to show you just how deeply I care about you, mesh’la.” His eyes spoke more than his words, the way they glimmered eagerly to shower you with his affection.

It felt as if your heart were bound to burst upon all of the sudden emotions, but you merely took a deep breath and matched his growing smile, “I would love that, Howzer. Please, show me how much you care about me, so that I may do the same for you.”

Mischief filled his smile as he caressed your cheek adoringly, “Then if you don’t, let’s get you out of these drenched clothes, what do you say?”

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[imabeautifulbutterfly]

And I don't know what you mean about it being an AU, that's distinctly how I remember that series going. Fox and Fives getting rid of that old prune.

It's My Choice

Summary: Echo is in recovery at a GAR medical facility on Coruscant after being assumed KIA. You want to see him, more than anything, and you hope he knows that he's your choice.

Pairing: ARC Trooper Echo x F!Reader

Word Count: 1190

Warnings: reader is described as having hair long enough to style, and as a supermodel.

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: So I had an idea, and I decided to run with it. It might not flow well, simply because I'm very sick and have been for the last two days, but I'm happy with it. (Also, pardon any typos/grammar errors, I typed this while not wearing my eyes.)

You lean back in the hard, uncomfortable chair of the GAR medical facility, your gaze drifting to the ceiling as you wait for an update on Echo. The chairs really are terrible, but then the clones were never meant to have worried family you suppose.

Jokes on them. Echo has you.

You allow the back of your head to thump against the wall behind you and you stretch your legs out in front of you and cross your ankles.

You've been here for almost 12 hours now.

Fives contacted you as soon as the Resolute landed on Coruscant and informed you that Echo was alive and was being treated for his injuries here. He mentioned that you didn't have to come, but clearly he's lost his damned mind.

As if you'd be anywhere else.

Of course, you probably should have taken the time to make sure that you fixed your hair and washed the extreme make-up off…and changed out of the six inch stilettos you had been forced into for work today.

But, whatever. Echo's alive. Nothing else matters.

Even if your agent has been blowing up your com for the last six hours. And even if General Skywalker has been side-eyeing you like he thinks you're trespassing. 

Your comma chimes again, and you absently lift it over your head to read the message. And then promptly deleted it. Your agent will just have to deal.

A door at the end of the hall opens, and you tilt your head to the side, before you sit up straight as Fives steps into the hall and walks over to you.

He takes in your carefully styled hair —artfully tousled, your stylist called it— the dark make-up, and the impossibly high stilettos and he huffs out a laugh, “You come here right from a shoot?”

“Echo’s more important than any photo shoot. Besides, I had already finished when you called.” You reply as you kick your heels off and scramble to your feet, “Can I see him?”

Fives smiles at you, “Yeah. Follow me.” He waits for you to scoop your heels, and your bag, off the ground before he starts walking, “I should warn you…he looks bad.” Fives says quietly as he stops next to the door.

You lift your chin and glare at him, “Contrary to what you, and apparently everyone else, believes. I'm not dating Echo because of his pretty face.”

“Okay, okay. Sheathe your claws, kitten. I just wanted to warn you.” Some of the offended tension drains from your shoulders, you didn’t mean to snap at him, but it wouldn’t be the first time someone made an assumption about you and your choice to have a relationship with Echo.

Fives opens the door and moves to the side to let you into the room, and your breath catches when you see him.

Like Fives said, he looks bad. Thin, too thin by far, and so pale. The prosthetics and cybernetics are new, but honestly, you’re only bothered by them because you’re sure that they must have hurt.

“Echo,” You step into the room, and set your heels and your bag in a chair, before you move closer to his side. There are tears in your eyes, but they’re happy tears, “Welcome home.”

Echo blinks at you, twice, and then he slowly slides up in the hospital bed, “Cyar’ika…when…how did you know I was here?”

“Fives commed me and told me. I’ve been sitting out there for hours.” You look around and then huff out a sigh, before dumping your stuff on the floor and moving the chair next to the bed. You lightly take his prosthetic in your hand, a scomp, rather than a hand.

You hope that it was his choice, rather than one made for him. 

He tenses, but he doesn’t pull away from you, “You didn’t have to.”

You smile at him, “Echo. You’re here, and you’re alive. Where else would I be?”

His gaze flickers across your face, and then over to the heels lying on the floor, “Well, judging by the height of those heels, a photoshoot.”

“Not half as important as you.” You reply dismissively.

He shifts and slowly sits up, properly, before reaching out and pressing his flesh hand against your cheek, “Cyar’ika…” Echo hesitates, and then flashes a wry, self-deprecating smile, “I don’t think I’m pretty enough for you.”

You bite your tongue to stem your immediate, and loud, disagreement. Instead you reach up and press your hand over his, rubbing your cheek against his hand. “Why would you say that?”

“Why-? Cyare. Look at me!”

“I am looking.”

“Then I shouldn’t have to explain-”

“Would you like to know what I see when I look at you, Echo?”

“Not really.” You tilt your head, and he sighs, “Tell me.”

“The man who, after meeting me, an actual supermodel, invited me to go to a bookstore with him.” Echo flushes, and it’s obvious due to how pale he is, “A man who overheard me mentioning to my agent that I was worried that I wasn’t going to be able to meet my favorite author and made sure that I arrived on time.” Your smile widens, “A man who learned who my favorite author was, simply so he could read the books too, so he’d have something to talk about with me.”

Echo averts his gaze, “We talked all night.” He murmurs.

“We did. And I got in so much trouble the next morning because I had dark circles under my eyes, and you got in trouble because you were late to formation…but we did the exact same thing three nights later.”

Echo laughs softly, “I thought Rex’s head was going to explode.” He admits.

You release his scomp hand and reach up to press your hand against his cheek, “I see the man I fell in love with. The man who looks at me and sees more than the dumb supermodel that everyone expects me to be.” You scan his face, almost anxiously, “And I’m hoping he still loves me.”

He looks at you, something soft in his gaze, “You still want me-?”

“Always. Forever. Until the stars go cold.”

“Your agent is not going to approve.” Echo warns as he lightly tugs you off the chair and onto the edge of the bed.

“I cannot emphasize enough how little I care about my agent’s opinion.” You admit quietly, “If I have to choose, I know who my choice will be.”

Echo exhales slowly, and slowly tugs you in until your forehead lightly bumps against his, “I love you.” He whispers, “I never stopped loving you. Even when I could barely remember anything, I still remembered your smile and the smell of your lotion and the feel of your skin under my fingers.”

“Charmer.” You whisper.

“Mean every word.” Echo whispers right back, and then he tugs you once more and catches your lips in a kiss that’s soft and loving enough that it nearly brings you to tears.

You have your Echo back. He might look a little different, but he’s here and it’s all you’ve ever wanted.

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[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Hehehehehe that's so awesome!!!

AHHH these are all so good!! Can I be super gluttonous and get another one??

Putting someone behind them to protect them with CROSSHAIR!? OMG or Fives... no Crosshair.PLEASE?

Absolutely, you may send in more than one request! The more, the merrier!

Haha well you ended with Crosshair, so that's who I'm going with, darlin 😜

"Fake Boyfriend"

7. Putting someone behind them to protect them

Pairing: Crosshair x fem reader

***

After coming back from another tiring mission, you were hanging out with your squad and friends, the Bad Batch, at 79's getting some drinks. The bar was pretty crowded this time and it was starting to get hot inside from everyone there. The boys didn't seem to mind as much. You were sitting next to Crosshair, who had his arm draped over the back of the booth behind you. He might as well have had his arm around you with how close his hand was to your shoulder. The two of you had a habit of flirting with each other all the time, but usually in a joking way that wasn't serious. At least, that's what you told yourself. Because unfortunately for you, you had a feeling it was all just fun to Crosshair, even though it was more real for you. At this point, you just figured there was no point in admitting your feelings and potentially making things awkward with him, especially when it already took a bit of work to break through his shell anyway. You didn't want to undo all the work you'd already done in getting him to open up to you.

You stood up and announced to the boys that you were going to step outside for some air for a second and they acknowledged your decision.

Crosshair reached up and tapped your arm, saying, "Don't be gone too long."

"Why? Will you miss me?" you asked back.

He said nothing, but simply gave you a knowing look that said, "Come on, really?" like the answer to the question was obvious...but it wasn't really.

When you stepped outside, you walked just a little ways down the platform 79's was on to around the corner of the building, your hands in your pockets. The noise of Coruscant air traffic buzzed in your ears along with the chatter of Clones and other people also out on the platform.

A few minutes later, a speeder with a human male atop it pulled up and docked next to you, his eyes trained on you as he parked his speeder almost without even looking. "Well, hey there, beautiful," he spoke to you.

With a deadpan look, you replied, "Can I help you?"

He smirked looked you over in a way that made you want to squirm and you didn't get that way very often. "What's a pretty girl like you doing in this part of town?"

"I fail to see how that's your business," you commented. As he started getting closer, your hand slowly made its way around behind you to where your blaster was holstered just in case.

"You shouldn't be out here alone. I could uh...give you some company," he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows.

"She isn't alone," you heard another familiar voice say before you could respond. Just then, Crosshair appeared next to you and he protectively moved you behind him as he stepped forward to face the man in front of you.

The man's suggestive smirk disappeared and he gave Crosshair an unamused look. "Who are you?" he questioned.

Without even hesitating, Crosshair answered, "I'm her boyfriend."

Your body locked up at his response. Did he just say...?

Then he kept going, "She's my girl and I suggest you get back on your speeder and move along...while you still have the ability to drive."

The stranger just scoffed and stated with a dismissive wave, "Whatever." With a huff, he turned on his heel, climbed back on his speeder and sped off.

Once he was gone, Crosshair turned around to face you. "Are you all right?"

You nodded. "Yeah, he didn't do anything. He was just a creep. Thanks for that."

He simply nodded.

"Didn't expect you to pull the 'fake boyfriend' card, though," you told him.

"I thought it's what would get rid of him the fastest," he explained.

For some reason, you had dared to hope that maybe there had been more behind his reasoning, but you should've expected this.

Though, you clearly didn't hide the disappointment in your face well enough because Crosshair then pointed out, "You don't seem content with that answer."

You weren't sure if you could cover up how you really felt at this point, so you admitted, unable to look at him right away, "Well...I don't know, I just kind of hoped that...maybe it could actually be a real thing."

When you looked up at him, his eyes had narrowed slightly. "You...you want that?" he asked, seemingly dumbfounded.

You gave a shy nod and a shrug. "I mean...we flirt all the time and I keep thinking sometimes that maybe you would want something like that, too, but I'm sure it's all been just fun and nothing serious. Which I understand if it is."

"It's not like that."

"Wait, what?"

"I only flirt with you...and I do it because I want to. I'm not good with words and I hoped that maybe I could get my interest across that way."

You were stunned for a moment before saying, "So all this time...you were interested in me?"

He stepped closer to you and took a surprisingly gentle hold of your chin, tilting your head up and touching his lips softly to yours for but a brief moment.

A small sigh left your lips when he pulled back and you replied, "I'll take that as a 'yes', then?"

He snickered. "Was that not enough for you to believe me?"

You smirked back at him. "I might need a little extra convincing."

That was how you found yourself pushed up against the outside wall of 79's and making out passionately with Crosshair...until the rest of the boys eventually came out looking for you both.

"Hey! I thought you said you were coming out to get some air?" Wrecker questioned as you both jumped apart.

"She wanted some of Crosshair's air, it seems," Hunter teased.

The two of you blushed bright red, but the rest of the squad seemed pretty happy about the two of you. You walked back to the Marauder hand in hand with Crosshair...now your boyfriend and you, his girlfriend.

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I'd like to meet these people and give them a good taste of my mind and fists. How dare they!

Oh my dear Echo...how I love him so much!! I can most certainly do this for you, @intelligentdonut , my dear!

"As Beautiful As You Are Kind"

8. “I don’t care what they say. You matter more to me than anything else.”

23. “I’ll never be enough.”

18. Neck kisses

Pairing: Echo x fem reader

***

Sometimes, you hated the way you looked. You weren't overly pretty like a lot of women you'd seen around Coruscant. Many were quick to point out how plain you looked and that you weren't anything special. Why would any man even bother looking your way?

You thought that had all finally changed when you met Echo of Clone Force 99, the sweetest and most wonderful man you'd ever encountered.

He had told you a few times that you were as beautiful as you were kind and he doted on you highly whenever he was on planet. Some days, you both just sat in your apartment and talked, enjoying each other's company and, to you, those days were simply perfect. The first time he had kissed you, he had been a gentleman and asked your consent first, which you hadn't been expecting yet appreciated nonetheless. He was a brave soldier and an amazing man that you felt lucky to know.

However, the comments didn't stop. People told you it wouldn't last, that he would get bored of you really fast because you were no one special, that he'd find someone better and more worth his time...and those words were starting to affect you.

One day, you got a comm from Echo that he was back on Coruscant and he couldn't wait to see you. You wanted to be excited to see him, but the negative thoughts from everyone else kept running through your mind. What if this didn't last after all? What if Echo did get bored of you and his messages of "I can't wait to see you" suddenly stopped? You didn't want to believe any of it, but at the present, it was difficult.

Echo walked into your apartment not too long later, since you lived near the spaceport, and found you on your couch crying. His protective instincts kicked in immediately as he cried out your name and rushed to you, falling to his knees in front of you.

"What's the matter? Are you hurt?" he asked, grasping your arms and looking you over for any signs of harm. When you shook your head in reply, he then asked, "What's happened? Why are you crying?"

"It's...it's just...everyone says I'll never be enough. That you'll grow bored of me before long and move on to someone better; someone prettier, so I shouldn't get my hopes up of things working out with you," you told him through your sobs.

Echo's eyes widened. "That's what you're worried about?" he questioned. "Darling, they're wrong about that. I don't care what they say. You matter more to me than anything else." His good hand came up to your cheek. "You are an amazing woman and I don't think I could ever find anyone better."

More tears fell from your eyes. "I'm nothing special, Echo, and I'm not attractive like a lot of women," you protested.

"I've told you before: you are as beautiful as you are kind...and you are the kindest person I have ever known," he countered. He leaned forward and kissed you firmly on your lips, hoping to convey the depths of his feelings for you. He wasn't going to let you continue wallowing in this misery, not if he could help it. He pulled back just barely and whispered, "I love you so much...and I refuse to let you worry like this because I don't want anyone different. You are who I want with me."

"You...you love me?" you repeated.

"Yes, I do," he answered without hesitation. He kissed you again and seconds later, his lips worked their way down your cheek and to your neck, not in a lustful way, but in a comforting way, assuring you that he meant every word. "Other people may say you're not pretty or worth my time, but they don't speak for me. Only my thoughts about you matter and there's nobody else I want at my side; to come back to after each mission. You are the loveliest woman in my eyes and everyone else is wrong. You hear me? I love you. Everything about you and nothing will change that."

Your heart was near to bursting at his declaration and finally, you lifted his face back to yours and kissed him gratefully. "I love you, too," you said softly as you came apart. "I know I shouldn't have listened to everyone else...it's just been hard without you."

"I know. I can't be here all the time, so you have to be strong without me," he told you, resting his forehead on yours.

"Now that I know you love me...," you replied, "...your love will strengthen me enough."

"Good, that's what I want to hear," he said. "Now, how about we go meet up with the boys and get something to eat?"

You smiled. "I think that sounds great."

With one final kiss, the two of you left your apartment hand in hand and, with him at your side, you felt you could take on the whole world.

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Can I join?

Kid, I'm about to go IIIIIIN!!! SO EXCITED you've made it to so many followers! You did it, well done!

I'm hoping for 10. “Would you like to dance?” with Rex or Tech. Would love if there wasn't an established relationship yet, but I trust you, boo. Thank yooooou!!

Thank you so much, my darling!! 🥰🥰

I'm gonna do this one for Rex...though there may be a fun twist 😉

"The Victory Ball"

10. "Would you like to dance?"

Pairing: Rex x fem reader

***

To celebrate a recent Republic victory in winning back a system of planets from the Separatists, there was a victory ball being held for everyone. Senators, Republic figures, Jedi and even the Clones and other military personnel, like you. You were a medic that overlooked a lot of the wounded Clone soldiers. This was the first time you were going to an official ball of some kind. You had been to fancier parties before, but nothing like this, so you wanted to really cherish the night.

It started off by purchasing a new dress for the ball. You went with a nice deep red dress that was form-fitting, almost touched the floor, had gossamer sleeves, gems across the square neckline and a lace overlay on the skirt of the dress. It was a positively gorgeous dress and you loved how it looked on you. It seemed to accentuate your curves very well. You were sure you would draw some attention at the ball.

Maybe even the eyes of some Clones.

There were a couple of the Clones in the GAR that you thought were attractive--though really, they all had the same face, so they all were attractive--and you hoped would look your way. Namely either someone from the 501st or Clone Force 99, the two Clone squadrons you seemed to see the most. There were some here and there that would naturally flirt with you when in the med bay, which you didn't mind. Maybe tonight would be different. Guess you were about to see.

The ball was being held at a concert hall on Coruscant. When you arrived, you could see a few faces you recognized: some of your fellow medics, a few Jedi Generals you'd met briefly and a lot of Clone soldiers. For once, they were all in finer military garb instead of their usual armor, which caught you off guard at first. Many of the guests were standing around in pairs or groups, engaging in conversation and with drinks in their hands. You picked up a drink from a table yourself and slowly drank it down as you wandered about the room. Very soon, slow and pleasant music started playing from the band and there were a few people that made their way to a nearby dance floor.

You heard a voice speak next to you, "Would you like to dance?"

When your head turned, you found yourself facing a very familiar Clone Captain.

"I would love to, Rex," you replied.

He took your hand and led you to the dance floor. His other hand came to your waist, your other one rested on his shoulder and the of you started swaying to the music in the midst of the other dancers.

"You look breathtaking tonight," he told you.

You blushed at the compliment. "Thank you, sir," you replied.

"No formalities tonight," he said back. "You may just call me 'Rex'."

"Well...thank you, Rex," you said, using him name.

"How does it feel not being in the med bay and in fancier attire?" he asked.

You chuckled. "It's definitely different than what I'm used to. What about you? Does it feel good shedding off that armor for once?"

He snickered himself. "Oh yes," he said. "Though I don't mind wearing my armor all the time. It's become more comfortable."

"Not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing," you commented. "The fact you're having to fight so much that your armor feels comfortable to you now...it's a little sad."

Rex simply shrugged. "It is what it is. That's what we're here for. We're soldiers of the Republic and I myself will continue to fight for as long as I must."

Instinctively, your hand on his shoulder slid up to the back of his neck. "Hopefully, it won't be for too much longer," you said. "You keep showing up in my med bay with all sorts of injuries. It worries me sometimes."

"Well...maybe that's why I keep doing it," he responded, grinning at you as you felt his hand slide down from your waist to your hip and he pulled you even closer to him.

Heat flared up in your cheeks again, but you kept your composure and replied, "That's not very smart of you, Rex. You shouldn't needlessly get yourself hurt just to see me. You could've just...asked me."

His face was suddenly closer to yours and his hot breath fanned your skin as he asked you in a quiet voice, "In that case...may I see you again? Perhaps...after the ball...in a more private place?"

If he hadn't been holding you, you swore your knees would've given way at his request. Though, you gave him a flirty smile back and replied, "You may. Meet me outside the entrance after the ball."

"Understood. I'm looking forward to it," he said.

Before long, the dance was finished, the music ended and Rex finished your dance by kissing your hand in a gentlemanly fashion. Though, before he left, he whispered in your ear, "You look beautiful in red...but I think you would look ravishing in blue." With that, he walked away, leaving you a bit stunned by his compliment.

However, a few seconds later, you heard another voice say to you, "I believe the Captain is mistaken. In my opinion, red is a more perfect color for you."

You found yourself looking at another Clone you knew; one that wore goggles.

"Tech!" you exclaimed at seeing him, wondering how he heard what Rex had said to you. "You are too kind."

He offered an arm to you and asked, "May I have the honor of the next dance with you?"

You grinned pleasantly. This was shaping up to be a fun and interesting night.

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This was so perfect you deserve a hug!

Hi Morgan! I'd love to celebrate your 1000 followers with you!!! Just read your angst prompts. They were literally all amazing. 6, 10, and 12 are my favorites. Maybe a little sfw one with Hunter? I literally have no story line (sorry for the no help there--I'm just too excited XD) I'm always down for a good angst to comfort fic. Thanks and sorry for the no help prompt XD

Thanks, love!! And no worries not giving me a storyline, that's okay! The prompts from the list are just fine 😊 I ended up doing them in reverse order lol but I hope you like this!

"Terrors"

6. "Don’t go where I can’t follow."

10. "Open your eyes! Please look at me!"

12. "I need to keep you safe."/"Then who will keep you safe?"

Pairing: Hunter x fem reader

***

You and Hunter were trapped with no way out. A self-destruct sequence had been initiated in the base you were in and you couldn't disable it. You'd heard from Tech that he and the others were on their way with the Marauder, but you didn't think they'd get there in time.

"When the others arrive, get on the ship and then get out of here," Hunter told you.

"Wait, what? What about you?" you asked back.

"I'm going to try and disarm the sequence again," he said.

"We already tried that, we can't!"

He turned to you, the look on his face determined and resolute. "I have to try again. I need to keep you safe."

"Then who will keep you safe?" you responded.

His eyes softened. "I'll be okay. Don't worry about me," he told you, laying his hand on your cheek.

Before you could resist any further, he turned on his heel and ran back inside. However, to your great horror, just as he disappeared from view, you could hear the sound of explosions happening inside as the base began self-destructing. Suddenly, a wall of flames came soaring through the hall towards you.

"Hunter!" you shrieked in terror as the flames descended upon you.

"Open your eyes! Please look at me!"

Your eyes burst open and you found yourself back in your dark room aboard the Marauder. Hovering above you in the bed with a worried look in his eyes was Hunter, alive and well.

It all had had just been a nightmare.

"Hey, it's okay, I'm here," he said to you once he saw your eyes opened and you were awake. "It's just a nightmare. I'm here, love."

Before you even realized what you were doing, you jolted up and threw your arms around his neck, clutching tightly to him after thinking seconds before he'd been killed in an explosion. His arms came around you, holding you close.

"I--I thought I'd lost you!" you gasped. "You left me and the base we were in exploded and you were inside and--"

"Shh, it's okay," he soothed you, tightening his hold on you and kissing your temple. "Nothing happened, I'm here and I'll never leave you. You know I would never."

"It's more than that," you said, pulling back just slightly to look at him. "You left me to try and protect me...saying to had to keep me safe...and that's something I know you would do."

"(Y/N)...."

"I'm begging you, please don't ever do that. I couldn't bear it if I lost you and you left me alone." You grasped at his shirt as if to make sure he wouldn't go anywhere. "Don't be a hero like that. I'm terrified of losing you, even though I know it's a risk every day. Please...don't go where I can't follow. Promise me."

Hunter could feel the absolute terror practically screaming from you and he could tell that nightmare and the thought of him dying really frightened you. His head fell forward and his forehead gently touched yours affectionately, his hands rubbing up and down your back.

"I promise," he told you. "Now, come here." He started to lay back down on the bed, but held out an arm to you. "I do still need to keep you safe and right now, I need to keep you safe from these awful nightmares."

Feeling safer already, you moved yourself next to him and cuddled up against him in his loving embrace, knowing your fears would no longer trouble you for the rest of the night with him there.

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Awww Wrecker being a cutie! How perfect.

hey bestie

Congrats on your milestone, and I think I have a fun request for you. How about taking a page out of the showrunners' book on Season 2 and having Wrecker deal with his biggest weakness. I think “Don’t let me go.”/”I never will.” might pair well with this idea if you wanna give it a whirl. Let me know if you need anything from me and congrats again <3

Thank you so much, bestie!! 🥰 I've been looking forward to seeing what you'd request!

Poor big guy needs a break! Hopefully this is to your liking 😊 and because I just love them so much, I of course must do this with Wrecker and Rina 🥰🥰

"Great Heights"

5. "Don’t let me go."/"I never will."

Pairing: Wrecker x fem OC (Rina Caska @l-lend 's OC)

***

"Wrecker, Rina, get out of there!"

Kimber's voice cried out on their comms as Rina and Wrecker were running from some Imperial troopers chasing after them through some corridors in an Imperial base.

"Yeah, what do you think we're trying to do?" Wrecker shouted into his comm as he ran.

"We're doing our best!" added Rina into her own comm.

Then they heard Tech's voice come in, "There is an exit on your upcoming right. Head to the landing platform, we'll meet you there."

"You heard the genius," stated Rina to Wrecker as she threw her rope dart and knocked a trooper in the head. "Let's go!"

The two of them made the turn at their next right, activated the door ahead of them and quickly ducked through, the wind whipping at their face, as Wrecker shot the console on the wall to help keep the door shut. However, when they turned around, they found themselves outside the compound and with only a long, very thin bridge with no railings between them and the landing platform across the way.

"Oh, not again...!" he groaned nervously as his fear of heights kicked in.

Rina moved herself in front of him to the opening of the bridge. "Don't worry, big guy. We can get across this no problem," she tried encouraging him.

He peered over the edge and then immediately backed up. "I have a bad feeling about this," he moaned.

"Hey, look at me. Look at me, Wrecker," she told him. When he looked up at her through his helmet, she held out a hand to him. "You've got this. I'm here and I'll help you across, okay? Just take my hand."

Having her there with him already made him feel a bit more at ease, but his fear was still prominent. He hesitantly reached out, but stopped short. "Don't let me go," he said in a scared tone, almost pleading.

She reached out farther and assured him, "I never will." Then she offered a soft smile to him, one that only he ever had the privilege of seeing.

With that reassurance, Wrecker took her hand and let Rina lead the way carefully across the bridge. He could feel his insides churning from anxiety being at such great heights. He wanted to throw up, cry, run; anything to just get off the bridge. He didn't want to be there...but Rina was with him. Her presence alone made him feel safe, like he would make it across without any problems and his fear couldn't touch him. He grasped tightly onto the smaller hand in his own large one, making sure not to squeeze too tight and break her fingers. The warmth of her hand was a soothing balm for his terror, which he sorely needed.

"We're gonna be okay...we're gonna be okay," he kept repeating in his mind.

All of a sudden, they heard the distant sounds of engines nearby and for a second, they thought it was the Marauder, but then realized they were Imperial troopers on speeders coming towards them.

"Incoming!" yelled Wrecker. He pulled his hand from hers so he could hold up his heavy blaster and fire at the incoming speeders.

"Don't shoot! Just run!" cried Rina, already taking off to the platform.

Wrecker listened, ceased fire and ran after Rina as fast as he could. Though, the Imperials tried to cut them off and shot at the bridge between the two of them. Wrecker went to jump back, but was too late. As the shots from the speeder made contact, the floor beneath him gave way and he suddenly dropped, crying out as he did.

"Wrecker!" shouted Rina, leaping to the edge, throwing her hands out and reaching to him through the Force, halting his descent in mid-air.

She ducked low, trying to avoid the shots from the speeders, but just in time, the Marauder came zooming overhead and started shooting down the speeders.

"We've got the Imperials. Get to the platform," she heard Kimber order over comms.

Rina used the Force to pull Wrecker back up to the edge of the destroyed bridge, where he collapsed to a knee with a loud gasp.

"I told you I'd never let you go, big guy," she said with a grin.

Wrecker pushed his helmet up to sit on top of his head and grinned back at her. Through heavy breath, he replied, "I can always count on you, cutie."

With that, the two of them sped off to the platform and made it just as the Marauder came down, hovering just above the ground. The ramp lowered and the two of them leapt inside to safety, ready to get away.

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Why!?! Why you gotta rip out my heart like that? Lol.

I would love to see a follow-up with Cross now rejoining the bad batch.

Congrats on the followers milestone Morgan! You deserve it! 🎉💜

I have a request for your celebration!

11, 23, and 33 from the angst requests for my beloved grumpy sniper Crosshair?

I'm asking for the hurt this time. Please and thank you 😊

Ohhh so it's only okay for me to do Crosshair angst if you ask me for it, is it?? 😜😜 I'm just kidding! Love you, Kels!! 😊

"Never Enough"

11. “Nothing you can say will change my mind.”

23. “I’ll never be enough.”

33. “I thought you loved me?”

Pairing: Crosshair x fem reader

***

What you thought was going to be a simple supply run turned out to be something even worse for you.

You had gone off on your own to get some things while the rest of the Bad Batch were either fixing the ship or handling other things they needed to take care of. Though, you kept thinking you saw something dark behind you, but every time you turned around, there was no one there. Maybe you were just paranoid because this planet had a heavy Imperial presence and there were troopers going up and down the streets. You had to keep your head down as much as possible.

After purchasing some more rations with what credits you had, you figured it was time to head to the Marauder and meet up with the rest of the squad. However, as you passed by an alley, you were grabbed from behind and before you could scream, a hand clamped over your mouth to muffle your sound. You were pushed against a wall and you found yourself face to face with a black and green helmet; one you never thought you'd see again.

Once the hand lowered from your mouth, you hissed out quietly, "What are you doing here?"

The familiar snakelike voice of your former lover, Crosshair, spoke from underneath the helmet, "Just happened to be in the area."

"I don't believe that for a second," you shot back. "Have you been tracking us?"

"For once, no," he said. "I was sent here to help oversee the occupation."

"That's comforting," you said sarcastically.

Ignoring that, he went on, "I spotted you from a distance and followed after you. I...I had to see you."

There was an unusual tremor in his voice as he said that to you. This was different from when you all had last seen him on Bracca when he was determined to beat all of you at every turn in trying to take you all out. Then he removed his helmet and your eyes met his, the familiar brown eyes that had once looked upon you with deep love and devotion. Now, they were hollow, sad and tired. To your shock, his hair was now shaved and there was a ghastly scar on the right side of his head. The state he was in broke your heart...but you couldn't let this get to you. He had made his choice to join the Empire and he'd left you. He'd tried to convince you to join with him, but you wouldn't. While you still loved him deep down, you couldn't so easily forgive him yet.

"Why would you want to see me, Crosshair?" you asked. "Nothing you can say will change my mind."

"You're making a mistake fighting against the Empire," he warned you. "You shouldn't have to live on the run like this. I can give you more. Come with me and you'll be safe."

"Safe? There is nothing about the Empire that is safe," you said back.

He stepped closer to you. "I would protect you."

You scoffed in disbelief. "Like how you protected me when you abandoned me for the Empire?"

"I did what needed to be done."

"You keep telling yourself that."

"I thought you loved me?"

That coming from him stung deep. "How dare you?" you replied in an angry voice through gritted teeth. "You know good and well that I do. How dare you use that against me! If you still loved me, then you'd--!"

Your words were cut off by Crosshair’s mouth suddenly crashing into yours as he pulled you against him. For a second, you wanted to resist and pull away, but feeling him kiss you again after so long overruled whatever logic you had in your mind. Your hands braced against his armored chest and your lips engaged in a dance with his. However, as you kissed him, you realized his kiss lacked the same love and passion as it'd once had. It just felt lustful and empty; devoid of any real emotion. It wasn't the Crosshair you once knew and loved. It hadn't been since he'd first spoken to you in the hangar on Kamino before the squad had fled. You could feel your heart beginning to break and you pulled away with heavy breath.

Crosshair might've loved you once...but it was clear something else had taken your place.

He noticed your reluctance and spoke your name, which only made you want to tear away from him more.

You shook your head. "You did love me once...but I know now that you love something more...power and self-preservation." Gently, you pushed away and took a step back. "I'll never be enough. Not for you. Not anymore."

He couldn't hide his disappointment. It started off as anger for a moment, but then he sighed and hung his head. "I really thought that, of everyone in the squad, you would see reason. It appears I was wrong," he stated.

"Well...it wouldn't be the first time," you replied.

Just then, you heard Wrecker's voice on your comm asking where you were and you looked down at your device on your wrist, wondering if you should respond or if Crosshair would even let you. You glanced back up to look at him.

He was gone.

Admittedly, your heart sank yet again seeing he was gone, wondering where he'd gone or if you'd ever see him again. Part of you hoped you wouldn't so you could spare your heart anymore pain, but at the same time...you hoped you would and that next time perhaps might be different.

"I'm on my way," you replied into your comm. Then before you left the alley, you spoke aloud in a whisper, "Goodbye, Crosshair."

Some distance away, Crosshair secretly watched you leave the alleyway, no doubt returning to the rest of Clone Force 99, his own heart heavy within his chest.

"Goodbye."

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Yeah... Alpha can pull me into a kiss any day. Lol.

Hello! Glad you're feeling better! And Congrats on the 500 followers!!

Could I make a request for your 500 follower event?

Alpha-17, Peridot (Strong Love), and morning.

Thank you!!

Tell Me

Summary: Sometimes, just sometimes, you doubt Alpha’s love for you. Luckily, he’s not shy about admitting such things to you.

Pairing: Alpha-17 x F!Reader

Word Count: 741

Prompt: Peridot - Strong Love

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Thank you for your request! I hope you enjoy your smidgen of Alpha-17!

It’s hard sometimes, ignoring the comments that the other natborn medics make about the men that you are all in charge of keeping healthy. The suggestive comments, and the less than subtle flirtations have a tendency to push you to the very end of your tether, but over time, you’ve learned to ignore their comments.

Mostly.

You have the hardest time when it’s Alpha-17 that they’re flirting with. And they’re not even subtle with him, flat out offering him places in their beds or offering to take him to the storage room to give him the ride of his life-

Those comments are the hardest to ignore.

Because Alpha is yours, and you are his. Though no one else knows that because you prefer to keep things professional when you’re working, and because Alpha likes keeping you to himself.

Normally you can force yourself to ignore the comments. They bother you, but you can bury yourself in a project or something, and can force the discomfort away.

Normally.

But for some reason, today the words of your coworkers are like ice picks getting jammed into your heart. For some reason, you can’t ignore their flirtations and suggestive comments. And your options are to explode on them and force them to be professional for one god-damned day, or walk away and claim a migraine.

And you choose to walk away. Even though it’s still early in the day. Even though you have a full day of tests and exams you’re supposed to do.

It’s better, in the long run. The moment the word migraine falls from your lips, the medbay falls silent and you’re offered an ice pack and an escort back to your quarters.

They’re good people, really.

So here you are, laying on your couch, watching trash TV with a bowl of popcorn sitting on the floor where you can easily reach it. And you’re really not surprised when your suite door slides open and Alpha-17 steps into your home.

He looks at you, at the bowl of popcorn, at the trash TV that you only watch when you’re feeling rotten about yourself, and his eyebrows creep towards his hairline. “I take it you don’t actually have a migraine.” He notes.

“...I could.”

“Uh-huh.” He walks over and crouches next to you, “What are you even watching?”

“Helicopter Moms from Hell,” You reply.

“...why?”

“It makes me feel better about my dumpster fire of a life.”

“Alright then,” Alpha grabs the remote control and powers down the holo, before dropping the remote out of reach, and then he picks up the popcorn bowl and carries it into your kitchenette.

“...rude.”

“Want to tell me what’s bothering you, mesh’la?”

“No.”

“Want to try again?”

You scowl at him, and then sit up, “I’m just…in a bad mood, that’s all.”

Alpha, who’s always been able to read you better than anyone else, eyes you with narrowed eyes, “Mesh’la,” He walks back over to you and crouches at your feet, “Does it bother you when your coworkers flirt with me?”

Your scowl deepens, “It shouldn’t.”

“But it does.”

“It doesn’t bother you.”

“Course not. Because I’m never going to take them up on any of their offers.” Alpha replies blandly, “The only person I want to take me into a storage closet or invite me into her bed is you.”

Your face heats, “That-”

He grins, “Yeah?”

You get so flustered that you look away from him and press your hands over your face, “Why do you have to say it like that?”

“Cause it’s the truth.”

“Awful. Awful man.”

Alpha laughs and reaches up to tug your hands off your face, “I love you, mesh’la.” He says it easily, “No one will ever compare to you.” He tugs you off the couch and onto his lap.

“I-”

“Tell me.”

Your hand comes up and you lightly trail your fingers against his cheek, “I love you too.”

His grin is sharp before he leans in and kisses you deeply. Intent on making you forget all of your insecurities.

And, the following day, when he comes to the medbay and all of the normal flirtations start, Alpha puts an end to it by walking over to you and pulling you into a deep kiss. Before he winks at you and then leaves without saying a word.

Leaving you standing there, your face burning with embarrassment, and your coworkers descending on you with excited squeals.

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[imabeautifulbutterfly]

This is so perfect! I love it! Don't worry about the delay. I figured you'd get to me eventually.

Love oo

Congrats on 500, love that's amazing!!!

If I could have Wolffe and Wmerald during spring that would be absolutely lovely.

My Choice Remains

Summary: After the attack that costs Wolffe his eyes, he’s taken to avoiding you. Luckily, you’re just as stubborn as he is.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Reader

Word Count: 717

Warnings: Wolffe is a little insecure here

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @the-bad-batch-baroness (you love wolffe after all)

A/N: Sorry that this took so long! It kind of got...lost, in the shuffle of all of the other requests! T-T

“Found you!” You lean over so that Wolffe is forced to look at your face, and you note that he seems surprised to see you. To be fair, it is early enough that the sun is just barely peeking over the horizon, even the recently bloomed spring flowers are still sleeping.

The surprise fades quickly as he leans back to look at you, a stern look on his handsome face, “Found implies that I was lost.”

Your grin never wavers, “Weren’t you?” You ask as you plop yourself on the bench next to him and temptingly offer him the breakfast sandwich and caf you ordered for him specifically.

The sandwich and caf that you’ve been ordering every morning for the last month.

Wolffe glances at the food offering, and then sighs and takes the bag and the styrofoam cup, “I knew where I was.” He replies as he pulls the sandwich out of the bag.

“So you’ve been avoiding me then.” 

“...no.”

“You’re a terrible liar, Wolffe.” You reply as you take a sip of your own caf, “But that’s okay, I happen to think it’s one of your good traits.”

“I wasn’t avoiding you.” He counters as he glances at you.

“Really?” You lean over to try and look at his face, but he turns his head away from you, “Because, it kinda seems like you’re still trying to avoid me.” You shift on the bench so that your knees are touching his, “Is this about me agreeing to go on a date with Comet, because it wasn’t a real date-”

“No, it…wait. What? What date?”

“Oh. He didn’t tell you. Never mind.”

Wolffe finally turns to look at you, an unhappy scowl on his face. And you finally see why he’s been avoiding looking at you. The scar and cybernetic eye don’t detract from his looks, in your opinion, but you have the feeling that he won’t appreciate that comment. “What date?” He demands.

You roll your eyes, “It wasn’t a real date. Comet bumped into a cute little thing at the farmer’s market-”

“Comet goes to the Farmer’s Market?”

“Yes, he does. Stop interrupting me,” You chide lightly, “Anyway, she asked him out, and he freaked out and asked me to take him on a practice date so he doesn’t mess up too badly.”

“...how was the practice date?”

“Not terrible. Aside from the fact that he said that my haircut was ugly.”

“It’s not.”

You beam at him, “Yes, I know. Comet apologized right after he said it.” Wolffe hums and turns his head away from you again, or he tries to. You don’t let him, your fingers gentle against his jaw, “May I see, Wolffe? Please?”

The paper wrapper of the breakfast sandwich crinkles in his suddenly clenched fist, but he allows you to tilt his head so you’re looking at him properly.

The injury looks like it’s healed properly, it’s not red or inflamed. And the cybernetic eye looks like it’s working as well as his natural eye. You lightly trail your thumb over the scar, and Wolffe closes his eyes.

“I didn’t want to worry you.” He admits, gruffly.

“Well, you avoiding me made me worry more, Wolffe.” You point out gently, “I thought I had done something to make you hate me.”

He huffs out a laugh, his breath fanning across your face, “You could never.”

You hum quietly, “Did you think that I wouldn’t still find you attractive because of the scar?”

He’s quiet for a long moment, “...you did always like my eyes.” Wolffe finally admits.

“Silly man,” You lean in and press a light kiss just over the scar under his eye, “I like you. Everything else is just…window dressing.”

Wolffe sighs softly, “Was worried that you’d regret choosing me.”

You shake your head, “My choice, Wolffe, remains. You. Always you.” You lightly press your free hand against his cheek, so you’re cupping his face between your hands. “But I can be patient until you believe me.”

He sighs again, “Thank you.”

You beam at him, “Of course. That’s what it means to love someone.”

And the look he shoots you is so soft, and so adoring, that you know that you won’t have to wait long for him to realize that you’re not going anywhere.

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[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Ohhhh Kix. Just let someone take care of you!

🎊 Congratulations on the milestone!! 🎊

Your writing sparks so much joy, you deserve every single follower (and the many more yet to come!) 😄

I'd like to drop a request for Kix (beloved..), from the hurt/comfort prompts:

"How long did you think you could hide that?" + "I'm sorry you had to see me like that."

And if I may be so bold, reader is the one chastising him? 👀

Thank you so so much for your love and encouragement ❤️❤️❤️ I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to write this! I realize it's been in my inbox for several months now but here it is! I hope you enjoy!

ALSO... I loved this prompt so much and had a similar idea for an OC of mine, so there will be a Kix x OC version of this as well!

Prompt #20: "How long did you think you could hide that?"

Prompt #26: "I'm sorry you had to see me like that."

Beta-read by the amazing @staycalmandhugaclone

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Busy, Busy

Kix is stubborn. He's ways taken care of everybody else. Maybe it's time you took care of him.

Warnings: Mentions of sickness and injury.

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The med bay on the Resolute was quiet for once - not that Kix would ever say that aloud. He didn't want to jinx anything. Every healthcare worker knew that once that Q-word was uttered, all hell would be soon to break loose - a silly superstition, but one that had been proven true time and time again. Kix, however, did not have time to prove or disprove anything like that. He was just glad that none of his co-workers were here to tell him off for being so careless. Especially you.

He must've been allergic to something down on the planet they'd just been on. It was stupid, really - clones weren't supposed to get sick or have allergies.

I'm supposed to be better than this. Kix thought miserably. Yet here he was - snivelling like a child, sinuses so clogged that it felt like his head was in a bubble, and he was so damn tired.

Kriff... if it wasn't for this karking brain fog, maybe he wouldn't have slipped off the loading dock like that - landing on his side among boxes of medical supplies that he just now finished cleaning up.

The med-droid on duty stood quietly in the corner, ready to be turned on should an emergency arise but Kix quickly passed it by, opting to take care of himself in secret.

He groaned quietly, holding his side as he reached for the bacta at the back of the cold-storage unit. He grimaced, gingerly palpating his side with practiced fingers. Nothing felt broken, that was good. Just bruised. Nothing he could really do for bruised ribs. Maybe that was for the best. Kix still had a lot of work to do - reports to file, miles of inventory to catalog, and two med-droids to repair. Just some bacta for the pain and stiffness and maybe a stim for good measure - that would keep him afloat long enough to get all this shit together. Kix was short staffed, very short staffed. You had just finished up a triple, going on quadruple shift when he'd ordered you to get some rest.

"Makes no sense having a sleep deprived medic on the field, not to mention how dangerous that is," he'd scolded, now internally wincing at his own hypocritical actions just hours later.

But you're a clone. You can take a lot more than any nat-born. He nodded to himself, scrambling to find any justification for his actions.

"Alright," he grumbled, "quit stalling, Kix. You've got work to do. Then you can sleep."

He settled down in the small office behind the medbay, bacta on his ribs, a stim in his system, and a large cup of caf in hand - not the best combination, but it would work for the time being.

***

It seemed like only minutes had passed when the door slid open with a hiss. Kriff. He knew it was you despite the boxes of medical supplies that blocked his view and the stacks of datapads littering his desk. He sighed, rubbing a hand down his face, and stood up. He gripped the edge of the desk as a wave of vertigo nearly brought him to his knees.

"Hey, I'm sorry," he grunted out, surprising himself with the way the rough edges of his voice seemed to grate against the dryness of his throat. "I lost track of time."

He heard you shift and lean against the doorway. "That's alright. I figured that's what happened." The tone of your voice did not match the carefree understanding conveyed by your words.

You knew something was wrong.

Kix winced quietly as he eased himself back into his chair. Staying seated and unmoving was the best way for his side to heal up on its own. It was better for you not to see him. Until he could finish these reports, it was better he keep to himself.

"You wanna join me for breakfast?"

Breakfast!? It couldn't be time for breakfast yet. Maybe you'd just woken up early. Very early.

"Kix?" Your voice startled him from his thought-drifting fatigue.

"Huh?"

"I asked you if you wanted to join me for breakfast."

This time the worry in your voice was apparent and Kix felt his heart sink. The last thing he wanted to do was worry you.

"I'm really busy. Another time maybe."

"Kix...

"Your shift doesn't start for another three hours. You shouldn't be here." He snapped.

"Uhh...actually it starts in half an hour," you responded slowly. "Yours on the other hand, was supposed to be over like six hours ago. What are you still doing here?" The question was laced with the same sharpness he'd just directed towards you.

"Quinn called out. Their kid is sick." He spoke of the civilian contractor they'd been assigned.

The black and gold zabrak made a great medtech but, between various other assignments and six children, their appearances in his medbay were few and far between.

"So... you're going on four shifts in a row now?"

Kix grunted. He wished you would stop asking him questions. Talking made his throat feel as though he'd swallowed the general's lighsaber. "I'm fine."

"When was the last time you ate? Or slept!?"

He shrugged absentmindedly, concentrating on the datapad in front of him when it was suddenly snatched from his hand.

"Hey!" His head snapped up, glaring at his fellow medic who met it with an equally annoyed fire in her eyes.

"Give it back!" Kix made a grab for it but was suddenly and painfully reminded of his aching ribs. He collapsed back down into his chair with a defeated hiss of pain at the way the muscles balked at the tension. The movement took his breath away for a moment.

"Kix!" Your surprised cry pounded through his head as you dropped to your knees beside him, eyes widening as you thoroughly surveyed him for the first time since stepping into the room.

"Oh Kix..." you shook your head, reaching for a handheld scanner. He watched with heavy, lidded eyes as you swept the scanner over him slowly and methodically.

You set down the scanner with a sigh, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. "Kix, what happened!? Your shift was supposed to end at 2300 hours! You need to go to bed!"

Kix rolled his eyes. Only a few more things to do and then he'd gladly follow your direction.

"Relax, I'll just be a few more minutes! It's only -" he paused, looking at the chrono around his wrist. It read 0725. "Oh."

"Yeah."

He winced at your deadpanned tone. "Sorry. I guess I lost track of time."

"I'll say." You placed the datapad back onto the desk but didn't remove your hand. "You didn't answer my question."

"What question?"

"What the hell happened to you!? You look awful, you sound like your entire head is clogged, and you've got two cracked ribs!"

Oh. Cracked. Not bruised.

He opened his mouth to respond just as one of the datapads let out a beep. You frowned and put a hand up, cutting off yet another desperately fabricated excuse. "And don't tell me Quinn called out. You just got a message from the Admiral asking you why you canceled Quinn's shift."

He sighed defeatedly, suppressing a wince at the twinge of pain in his side. He didn't meet your eyes. "I fell."

"You...fell!?" you questioned, sounding a bit incredulous. "When? How?!" He'd seemed fine when he'd ordered you to take off.

"'Bout an hour after you left," he admitted. "Must've been allergic to something in the dust planetside. I was unloading some supplies, got dizzy, and fell off the loading dock."

"And how long did you think you could hide that?" Your voice had once again taken on that scolding tone which for some reason made him feel both guilty and proud. You'd been a timid shiny when he first met you. Now here you were, taking charge of the situation with an air of authority and sass he likened to one of his generals. He shrugged.

"As long as it took to finish all of this." He motioned to the cluttered desk, immediately regretting the movement causing his ribs to tense painfully again.

Your eyes were piercing - full of concern and disbelief. "Why are you acting like everything is fine!?" you snapped, suddenly angry at his seemingly unphased attitude.

He didn't answer.

You shook your head. “Why didn’t you call me, Kix? If I’d known you weren’t feeling well, I could’ve at least helped you with the work!”

Kix didn't blame you. He'd probably have reacted the same way if he were in your shoes. He looked away.

"I just... I didn't want you to see me like this." he muttered softly. He sounded hoarse and miserable.

You sighed. "Let me get this right....You didn't want me - a medic - to see you sick and injured? So you - also a medic, who should know better, might I add - decided to hide it from everyone so that you could get your work done!? You sent away our best medtech so that you wouldn't be bothered by them realizing something was wrong!?"

Kix frowned. It did sound bad when you put it all out like that.

"Guess that sounds about right."

You stared at him. "That was really dumb, Kix."

"Yeah."

You sighed. "How long has it been since you've eaten anything?"

Kix thought back. When was the last time he'd eaten? His stomach revolted with just the thought. There was no way he'd be able to eat anything right now.

"I...I don't know," he admitted, not meeting your eyes.

You sighed. "Okay, come on. I'm gonna go get you something to eat."

He shook his head, resting it in the palms of his hands, rubbing his eyes. You were right about one thing, he was exhausted. But duty came first.

"I can't. I have so much to do." He nodded to the screen of his datapad. It was full of messages, requests, reports, and a number of reminders and meeting invitations flashed across the screen.

You laid your hand on his shoulder.

"Just humor me, please. Eat something, take a nap - "

Kix shoved your hand from his shoulder, then instantly regretted the action. Maker, if his ribs weren't killing him, he could just scream. All he wanted to do was sleep. But he had work to do. Why couldn't you understand that? He knew he was irritable but his rude reaction towards you - his friend - flooded him with even more guilt.

"I can't! I just can't! Admiral Yularen needs these reports in by tonight and I'm only halfway through them because I got interrupted by General Skywalker needing additional information for the next mission, so I spent two hours tracking that down, come to find out it was all for nothing because the kriffing Jedi council decided to send them elsewhere."

He took a gasping breath. Fire burned through his side, igniting a feral panic that gripped his chest with an icy grasp. His ribs were screaming. His head felt as though he’d been forced beneath the rabid jaws of Kaminoan ocean waves - descending ever downwards, pressure rising in painful crescendos. His hands were shaking and he couldn't make them stop.

"Hey! Kix, hey!" Gentle pressure pulled him from his spiral with a grounding hand rubbing circles on his back. Concern clouded your face as you knelt beside him.

"Breathe, Kix. I need you to breathe."

"Can't," he panted.

"I know," you responded evenly, holding an oxygen mask to his nose and mouth. "Just do the best you can."

"No!" He swatted the mask from your hand. He really had to get this done. Just a little while longer, then he'd rest - then he'd let you do whatever you needed to do.

You pursed your lips looking at the delirious medic in front of you.

"You know, I really didn't want to have to do this but I - "

Kix rolled his eyes, unconsciously gripping the oxygen to his face as he took another short, gasping breath. He knew what you'd say next. It was the same thing he'd say to Captain Rex, or even General Skywalker when they fought him on coming to the medbay.

"Are you really gonna pull the medic rank card on me?" He interrupted.

"Do I have to?" You looked pointedly at him. You were annoyed, yes, but you were also concerned. He knew you'd seen dying patients with more life in their eyes than he currently did.

He looked down at the long list of tasks he had yet to do and sighed in defeat. "No. I guess not."

"Good."

He couldn't identify the look on your face as he allowed you to lead him to a bed. Your hand lingered on his arm for a moment too long as you delivered a sedative into his veins. But for some reason he didn't mind.

"Don't worry, Kix." you said softly as you watched his eyes flutter shut. "You're safe. I'll take it from here."

Kix allowed himself to succumb to the peaceful allure of sleep even as your words echoed through his brain. "Let me take care of you, you stupid, beautiful, stubborn man."

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[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Yes! Happy Kix!!! Awwwww he's so adorable

Born for This

This is my gift for @starborncyare-deactivated202303 as a part of the @cloneficgiftexchange (which you should go and check out bc there are a TON of amazing fic authors).

Prompt: "Cyar'ika no." // "But it followed me back to camp!"

P.S. Sorry for posting so late tonight. I meant to post it earlier but life got in the way. Hope you like it though!

Holy crap I tagged the wrong person 😱😱😱 I'm so sorry!

Warnings: None?

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"Where in the kriffing galaxy have you be -" Kix stuttered, cutting himself off as you walked through the door holding what looked like a large bundle of towels. Whatever you were carrying barely fit in your arms. "Uh...what is that?"

Before you could respond, the bundle began to wiggle and two long angular ears popped out of the top.

Kix's look of concern flipped to one of disbelief in a matter of nanoseconds.

Oh Force, not again.

Jesse and Hardcase had brought him an injured tooka the week before and it had wrecked havoc in his med bay when it got loose. Kix desperately hoped this wouldn't be a repeat of that disaster.

Though, despite his initial worries, he had to smile. You did look awfully cute sporting that wide grin of yours. He loved how the tip of your nose crinkled when you were truly happy.

Kix took a step forward, curiously peering at the creature cocooned in your arms.

Oh. Kriff.

He almost wished it was a feral tooka.

He slid his hand down his face and took a deep breath as he stepped back. "Cyar'ika," he said evenly, keeping his voice as calm as he could muster. "Please tell me that isn't what I think it is."

You looked down as the creature in question poked his head out from beneath the towel, large yellow eyes curiously gazing around the room.

"This little guy?" You cooed at the large cub. He barely fit in your arms.

"Little!?" Kix almost yelled, shooting you an incredulous look. "That thing is a gundark and could very easily tear you apart!"

As if on cue, the cub let out a purring growl before yawning, displaying rows of razor sharp teeth.

You frowned. "His name is Tiny and I don't think he likes what you just said about him."

Kix pinched the bridge of his nose, not quite believing the scene before him.

"You named it!?"

You nodded enthusiastically.

"And....what made you decide to bring it here?"

The gundark whined, knocking his head against your shoulder, blinking up at you.

"He was wandering around just outside the base. I think there's something wrong with his paw. He was limping and I thought you could help him!"

"It is a gundark, cyar'ika. Please get it out of my med bay before it eats someone."

Your expression fell. "But he's hurt! He doesn't have a mom anymore! We have to keep him!"

"No. Absolutely not. Go outside. Put it down immediately and go wash your hands."

"But he followed me back to camp! I think he thinks I'm his mom now. Please at least just help me patch him up!"

Kix sighed. Part of him wanted to yell at you, tell you that the cub was dangerous, that it could seriously hurt you. Kix had seen brothers be torn to pieces by these creatures. He could still hear their screams as they were eaten alive. He wanted that danger as far away from you as possible.

On the other hand, the amount of compassion you displayed towards this injured animal was the same kindness he'd seen you show daily as you helped nurse his wounded brothers back to health. You were born for this - he saw it everyday. Watching you be so gentle towards such a bloodthirsty creature stirred something inside of him. You were strong, he knew that, and as much as he tried to keep you out of trouble, danger just followed along behind, but you faced it head on with such a genuine, loving thoughtfulness. It was part of who you were.

Maybe it was time to act on those feelings that had been growing stronger day by day.

Kix chuckled softly as his hand grazed your shoulder. He smiled warmly, latching onto that growing sparkle of dedicated excitement in your eyes.

"Alright, cyar'ika. Let's see what we're working with."

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[imabeautifulbutterfly]

You said Angst... I should've been prepared. I wasn't.

My Sunshine is Sleeping

When Kix lost you, his whole world shattered.

A/N: Uhmm..I wanted to write a little angst and then it just got real dark. Oops...

Warnings: Reader death. Blood. War. Mentions of panic attacks. Hurt with no comfort. (Maybe a teeny bit of comfort at the end of you squint)

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The other night dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms.

***

For the first time in what felt like forever, Kix was truly happy. The campaign had gone well, there were minimal casualties, and you were beside him. Lying next to you, feeling the rise and fall of your chest against his own, Kix wished for an end to the war. If it were up to him, he'd never leave your side again. He placed a kiss to your forehead, chuckling as a sigh of contentment parted your lips with a small, sleepy smile.

"I don't know how I got to be so lucky, cyar'ika," he whispered. Kix pulled you closer as though to shield you from the world with his own body. He buried his face in your hair, inhaling deeply. "I love you, cyare." He placed his arm around you so that his hand rested on your chest. He froze. Instead of caressing the smoothness of your skin, his hands were met with a hot, sticky liquid that Kix knew all too well.

Terrified, he jumped up, turning the lights on. There was so much blood. Too much. It coated his hands, drying beneath his nails. It coated his chest. Panic bubbled through his core. "Cyare!? Cyare, you... you're bleeding!"

This wasn't supposed to happen here. This was your bedroom, not a battlefield. How did this happen?

He couldn't see your face, you'd turned your back to him, hunched over, trying to relieve the pain. The sheets turned crimson. Kix's face turned pale. Instantly, the paralyzing horror snapped to the professional, practiced job he was trained for.

"Cyar'ika, show me where you're bleeding! What hurts?" he cried, preparing to race to your side.

But Kix found that he couldn't move.

Screaming in frustration, he reached for the bed pulling and wrenching at his own limbs desperate to reach his beloved, but it seemed as if the ground itself was slowly sucking him down deeper and deeper into it's inky black void.

"Cyar'ika!" he screamed. "No! Let me go! Let me help her!"

Soft sobs echoed in the room, coming from the bed. From you.

Kix's heart turned to ice, terror flooding his veins as you twisted, facing him. It was as if he'd been ejected from the air lock, like all the air in the room had been sucked away. You were bleeding heavily from a wound to your chest. Maker, it was so much blood. With shaky hands you reached out for him.

"Where were you, Kix?" Your tears mixed with the blood flowing down your agonized face.

The words were only a whisper falling from your lips now, heartbreak lining every contour of your stained face: "Help me, Kix."

You coughed as blood bubbled from your lips.

"Cyare I'm coming! Hold on! Please!" he begged. His throat burned as he screamed, flailing, pulling muscles trying to reach you. But you were so far away, and Kix was slowly sinking into the ground.

"I was scared, Kix. I called for you but you didn't come!" Your ghostly voice grew louder and with a final burst of energy you screamed. "You killed me Kix! It's your fault.

All his fault.

Kix's body shook as he lay on the ground, the strength of his own limbs had long since depleted. Heaving sobs wracked his broken body.

"I couldn't save you. I tried so hard. I was too late. I'm so sorry, cyar'ika, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."

In a flash of lightning you were in his arms again as he cradled your lifeless body in his arms not caring that the battle around him was still raging. Thunder rumbled as rain poured down as if the sky itself was weeping. Maybe it was. Maybe the galaxy itself was weeping - both for you and tragedy of war itself. He screamed.

***

Kix blinked and then he was in the barracks. His head hurt and the pillow beneath his face was wet. Breathe. Breathe.

Rex, his Captain - his friend - knelt in front of him, placing heavy hands on his shoulders.

"Kix! Look at me, Kix." He commanded, stern but his eyes were sad. Worried.

"You have to let her go, vod." the Captain said. His voice was gentle, yet still commanding. A good leader took care of his men. "She wouldn't want you to live like this, vod. Let her go. In time you will heal."

***

But when I woke dear, I was mistaken. So I hung my head and I cried

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You know I tried not to cry .... but I failed. So I offer myself as tribute. I'll go heal Kix.

The Hands of Father Time

50 years is a long time. Kix searches for peace and closure.

A/N: Poor Kix. I don't know why I do this to him. He doesn't deserve it. I'm so sorry. I swear I'll write a happy one next time.

Warnings: PostStasis!Kix. Angst. Sad memories.

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There's an old woman here who sits by the forest. She usually keeps to herself - silent as she meditates. If you take the time to listen, she'll tell you her story - how she fought beside some of the bravest men she's ever met. She smiles when she tells you about them, but it's always bittersweet. When one war ended, she bravely fought another when all she wanted to do was lie down and die. There's a longing in her eyes, gazing ahead at someone no one else can see. At dusk, she returns home only to come back at sunrise to sit once more in meditation.

She has nightmares sometimes. I've heard her crying in her sleep. It's always names. Jesse. Kix. Hardcase. I'm not sure who they are but I can tell she loves them. Or loved them. They're all dead now, I think. She misses them. Sometimes, when she thinks she's alone, I hear her whisper to them. She apologizes; begs for their forgiveness.

She's hurting inside. Even when she's awake, she still sees ghosts. They follow her around and steal her breath away when she dwells there too long. She watches them die again and again when she closes her eyes. That's why she's so angry. She's so sad and so scared, and so alone. Through the Force she tries hard to find peace, but it doesn't come. Go to her. Find her and she will find peace.

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50 years is a long time. Kix sits in the back of a bar on a planet he's never been to before, holding the letter that he's read again and again.

But some things never change. Lights dance over the walls while rowdy patrons move to the music with a beat that Kix can feel in his bones.

"You seem lonely." A blue skinned Twi-lek saunters up to him, running her fingers lightly down his arm. "I can help with that." She winks at him, leaning so close that he can smell her perfume. Her outfit clings to every curve, accentuating every asset. Kix lets his eyes linger only for a moment before he shakes his head, politely dismissing her. She huffs and stalks away. "Your loss, handsome."

Kix leans back into his booth, closing his eyes. If he stayed here too long, he'd see Fives over at the bar, chatting up a pretty girl. He'd see Echo sitting not far behind, egging his brother on with a grin, all the while keeping an ever vigilant eye on his back. Blinking through the haze, Kix's eyes imagine Jesse challenging him to a game of whatever he and Hardcase decided to play that night. If he closes his eyes, he can almost hear their voices.

This is too much. The noise. The lights. The thumping base that rattles his bones. The memories. But they're all long dead. You're too late.

Though he hasn't had a drink, Kix stumbles outside into the alleyway gasping for breath. He slides down the wall as his legs give way. The tears come heavy and hot. His breaths come faster and faster until his face goes numb, lungs aching for reprieve.

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Fifty years is a long time. Kix slowly steps from his speeder. He'd been longing for answers but now he's afraid of what he might find.

A woman sits on a bench overlooking a neverending forest. Her silver hair blows gentle and free with every airy breeze. She knows that he's here simply by the beating of his heart and by the longing in his soul. Fifty years is a long time.

"I've missed you, Kix." Her voice is deeper than he remembers. He can't respond; his body won't let him. "I've missed you so much."

Yes, it was still her voice. Older, matured with age and wiser by experience, but still her voice. Even after a hundred years Kix would know that voice.

"I..." The tears came again, catching him by surprise. He sat down beside her, gently grasping her hands - now spotted and fragile with age. He held her close to his side. "I'm here now, Mesh'la. I'm here."

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[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Here is where you'll find all the fics for my 1,300 Followers celebration, which will be updated as I post them!! You can find the guidelines and prompt lists for any requests here and happy reading!! 💜

"Two Left Feet" from dragonrider9905 (Hunter request)

"Bedridden" from arctrooper69 (Tech request)

"Chasing Waterfalls" from nahoney22 (Hunter request)

"A Wish in the Stars" from moonstrider9904 (Crosshair request)

"Wherever You Are" from the-bad-batch-baroness (Fives request)

"Heart of a Man" from lizartgurl (Hunter request)

"Something Crazy" from kryptoknight123 (Echo request)

"Emotional Engineering" from arctrooper69 (Hunter request)

"A Change in Price" (Wrecker request)

"The Aquatic Festival" from techs-stitches (Tech request)

"Shapes in the Flames" from jedi-hawkins (Hunter request)