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Thank you so much @littlemissmanga ! You made me grin with this comment, now I am jus imagining Wrecker going all fangirl over his favorite fanfics and pushing the Batch to also give it a try ( they already secretly read lots of it ! ) and having Tech program his pad so that he can have all his favorites by hand!

Layers

Pairing: Wrecker x Reader

Word Count: 2221

Warnings: Just fluffy and a kiss! Wrecker is not just the hug-a-bear we all love, he is more !

Song Lyrics: Faith of the Heart performed by : Russel Watson

Summary: People always judge you by your so-called defects, but Wreck…” Carefully you place a finger under his chin and lift it. “You are a man with so many layers to discover. Beside your sweet and gentle nature, your love of explosions and bets with Cross on who can destroy the most clankers and your deep affection for your family, there is so much more.

So a Wrecker one shot i made. I think there is far more to the man then has been shown until now and i hope that we will get to see more in depth about all of our sweet Batch in season 2 ( and yes I mean all of them when i say Batch! Crosshair included! )

The Havoc Marauder always seemed as a small home to you all. There was enough space to sit and relax, sleep after a mission or work while underway to whatever planet it was the lot of you would go to, to earn some credits. It was a home away from home, even though you also had a new home base on Ord Mantel. The Marauder was that bit more special because it was the last part of home that the guys had left after defecting from the Empire. Today it seemed to be a refuge for one of the guys and you were glad it was parked on Ord Mantel. Now at the very least, you could spend some time with him, without having to worry that one of the others would walk in on the two of you, without having to worry that he would shut you out again.

“Wrecker….” You walk up to the man currently sitting with his back against the wall of the Marauder. It took you a minute to realise he had taken refuge in the hull and you would not let him get away with withdrawing himself from you again.

“Wrecker, you know you can talk to me right? If not me, then you should find someone to talk to. Please Wreck, don't shut me out.” You slide down next to him on the floor and put a hand on his arm.

When he turns his head to you, you see his watery smile. As much as he is always the cheery and positive man around his family, he now seems to have withdrawn from it all to suffer alone. “I… I don't know where to even start Mini.”

Mini, the name he has given you when you first met and it never left. It became his sweet nickname for you, knowing that you never felt secure about yourself. You had always been well aware you were more weighty then most of the women crowding around the troopers at 79s and all the women flocking towards the men of the Bad Batch whenever they showed up in a bar. The clones who were the majority of the visitors to 79s never looked at you as someone different because of looks though and Wrecker and his brothers were very quick to point out how sweet they found you and how special you had become to them when you joined their little family. To Wrecker you were the most beautiful person in the galaxy as well. He named you Mini, because compared to him, almost everyone was small and you were no different in that. Softly patting his arm you tell him to start where he wants to start.

It's been a long road

Getting from there to here

It's been a long time

But my time is finally near

“I guess, I just wonder where it all will end, or when it all will end. Omega is still just a kid ya know? She is growing up fast, but she is supposed to be a kid. She should be playing with other kids and having fun, bringing home stray animals as pets and kiss a special someone…. Well not kiss, that would not be alright with me and the guys, but when she is older…. But she is learning how to fight and kill now and she is a fugitive with us. It ain't right.” He almost shouts out the words, as if it was blocking his every thought and had to be thrown out there. “I know it wouldn't be much of a life on Kamino for her and all, but still… Is this the right thing to do for her? To keep her with us where she is always in danger?”

You know it is a sentiment that all of the men have had at one point, but Wrecker who bonded strongly with the young girl, as the older brother, felt strongly protective of his little sibling and feared greatly for her safety. With what you hoped to be a reassuring smile you look at him. “Wreck, I know you worry. But this is also Omega`s choice. You all wanted to give her a chance at a more normal life with Cut and Suu. She chose to be with you and live her life with you. You are her family and family is all that matters to her and to you.”

For the first time he grins. “Yeah, she is stubborn ey? Guess she has that in common with us.” Reaching to his side, he grabs a bag of his favorite snack, most times shared with the young girl after a mission. “Want some Mantel Mix too? “ He offers you the bag and you grab a handful of the mix. Popping some in his mouth he chews while staring at the wall opposing you. “Remember how we first got to talk? It was in the hull of the Marauder as well.”

And I can feel the change in the wind right now

Nothings in my way

And they're not gonna hold me down no more

No they're not gonna hold me down

You had been travelling with the guys for a while now, getting used to the day to day business and to being somewhat of a sister figure to Omega. You were no warrior, no clone and no mechanic or medic. You were just the person who was easy in making connections with people when you decided to give it a real try and you knew how to prepare meals from whatever was lying around that was edible. And even more important, you befriended the Bad Batch and covered for them when it was first announced they had defected from the Empire. Knowing how close you had grown to the men, you were under investigation and the guys quickly decided to get you away from the Empire's clutches as fast as they could.

Each of the Batch had grown rather attached to you and Omega clung to you, especially when it came to doing the girly stuff. You enjoyed it immensely but it was Wrecker who surprised you the most. The man had always been considered a simple person that loved explosions and fighting and having his sweet snacks. He could party like the best of them and that was all there was to him. Boy, did he surprise you when you walked in on him one night.

You had been on the way to some remote planet in the Outer Rim. The possibility of finding an ally or foe was small and you needed supplies. Tech and Echo were in the cockpit as usual while Crosshair and Hunter were sound asleep. Omega shared her private sleeping space with you and after a long talk and reading a fantasy story she finally fell asleep. Lula was tucked snugly in with her after which you softly stepped down a ladder and moved to grab something to drink. You stumbled in on Wrecker, concentrated on something on a pad and not hearing you enter the hull. “What ya doing Wreck?” Carefully moving around a crate, you stand beside him and look down.

“Y/N ! You surprised me!.” He quickly puts the pad beside him and looks up to where you stand. I was, well… I was reading something.” He scratches his neck and a slight blush creeps up on his cheeks as he looks at you.

Tilting your head you slide down beside him. “What are you reading?”

For a moment he seems to be debating whether or not he should let you know. Then, he grabs the pad and hands it over to you. When you look at the text displayed you look up. “Wreck, I didn`t know you were interested in this.”

He shyly smiles at you as he takes the pad back. “I like to read about things… Do you know about this man? Asimov? He is really smart. I thought maybe… There is something we can use from what he writes when we face clankers and all.” The sincerity in his voice surprises you a bit.

“I won't say I understand everything this man writes, but it is very interesting. Honestly, I prefer reading different kinds of stories. Romantic novels, historic stories or thrillers and all that. Biographies can be very interesting too and sometimes it can still teach us still I guess.”

Wrecker nods at your every word and a smile beams at you. “You love reading too! Why didn't you tell me? We could share favorites and talk about them if you want? I mean, if that's something you'd like?”

From that moment on, the two of you would share time together whenever you could to talk about the latest story you discovered, about the things either of you did not understand and the other could explain or just reading the same book. More than once it happened that the others would walk in on the two of you, you with your head against him, him with his head in your lap or the other way around, just enjoying the stories you were reading or discussing the stories. Those moments were also the start of Wrecker opening up even more to you about the past and sometimes about his deepest feelings and fears.

Cause I've got faith of the heart

I'm going where my heart will take me

I've got faith to believe

I can do anything

I've got strength of the soul

And no one's gonna bend or break me

I can reach any star

I've got faith

Faith of the heart

Now right here in the present, you realise that the man you came to love for his love of life and his hidden, deeper layers of personality is severely struggling with everything that has happened up until now. And he needed to work through it, alone and with you. Carefully you lay your head against him. “What else is wrong Wreck? I know it is not only Omega you worry about. You always shut people out when things bother you and you retreat to wherever you can go to vent.”

Wrecker inhales deeply and shifts to wrap his arm around you. “You know Mini, there is so much that happened. Omega is young and a fugitive with us, my chip activated and I almost killed them! Crosshair…. well you know his chip also activated and we lost him for a little while. I`m just happy we got him back again, but he has a lot to work through and he still blames us sometimes. And you….. Mini, you are not safe with us either. They will hurt you if they ever get you. I don't want you to get hurt Mini. I mean, we all have been injured on jobs and stuff, but you and Omega? I would die if something happened to either of you!”

You can hear his heart race as he speaks and feel his body shudder at the thought of you and Omega getting hurt somehow. But, you let him vent every bit of emotion, every bit of anger and fear he has deep inside of himself. He finally decided to open up and let this out. He decided to let you be the one to hear every thought and every struggle he has been fighting with on his own. To so many people he appeared to be a simple man, but you knew better. You knew all too well how many layers there were to this gentle giant.

Pulling away from his body you sit up on your knees in front of him. “Wrecker. You are the most gentle man I have met. You care so deeply for your own and you would sacrifice all that you have and all that you are to ensure their safety. People always judge you by your so-called defects, but Wreck…” Carefully you place a finger under his chin and lift it. “You are a man with so many layers to discover. Beside your sweet and gentle nature, your love of explosions and bets with Cross on who can destroy the most clankers and your deep affection for your family, there is so much more. You are smart, Wrecker. You have an intelligence that defies the understanding of those who always considered you only by your CT number and purpose. And Wreck? You are also the only man I truly, deeply, love.” You place a gentle kiss on his lips as you look him in the eyes.

As you pull back from him, a grin forms around his lips. Without any warning he embraces you and then stands up and slings you over his shoulder. With a high pitched yelp from you, he walks out of the Marauder and into the streets of Ord Mantel. “Time to treat you to some proper dinner, my sweet Mini!”

Before he lowers you back to your feet, he kisses you with a smile.

Out in the back, a man grins and turns around. You only see a glimpse of a red bandana, as Wrecker walks off with his arm wrapped tightly around you. Your Wrecker, a man of deep devotion and many layers to him.

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I have tagged people I think might like this, if you want to be tagged in future works or do not want to be tagged anymore, please let me know in a messege <3

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Send this to ten other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile!!! 💜

Can I just kidnap you and huggle you?

#sweet ask of a sweet friend

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To be mentioned along with such amazing ladies is an honor in and on itself. To be part of the Ladies of Tumblr is well, we are a lill club of crazy ladies that love fun and sometimes messing with a certain group of clones 😉

My name is part from an old gamers handle ( LadyAngel ) and the Katakuri is from a character that I adore from an anime that I follow.

But, much like the others, I would not mind being part of your club of Ladies

There are a number of "lady--" names in my followers list: @ladykagewaki @ladykatakuri @ladyzirkonia @ladysongmaster @ladysparklefarts And that's just the ones off the top of my head. Are you all part of a group like the Daughters of Ferrix? Are you the Ladies of Tumblr?

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What's your favorite way to wind down?

Do you have a favorite song rn?

Any favorite foods you swear by?

I hope you're doing well!! You're so wonderful!!! 🫂

Oh my oh my, my dear and sweet Candy!

My favorite way to wind down is actually favorite ways! I love to read ofcourse but beside that I also love watching series and movies and also to do some diamond painting. It is all so relaxing and sometimes I find myself unable to decide which I want to do haha.

My favorite song right now? I have many, but I have been trying to sing a long in a different language for a while now and that is Japanese. So, because of my love for some anime and manga, I have been trying to sing along to some of the anime songs like Tot Musica from Ado.

As for favorite foods I swear by, now as a fan of Star wars I have been trying out some of the foods from the cookbook and I must say, Mandalorian Stew ( minus the potatoe ) is a huge favorite and a comfort food to me. I also love chicory that is cooked and then rolled into a slice of ham and perhaps a little bit of cheese and then heated up in a pan with some mashed potatoes. That is a dish we always have for christmas here and sometimes just because we love it. We used to have it layer by layer in the oven until the oven died and we used a pan instead lol.

I am doing well, though right now it is bloody hot here in the Netherlands and I feel like not moving an inch haha. Thank you so much sweet Candy!

#sweet ask from Candy

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Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better

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Oh dear oh dear oh dear! I love all the fics you have there and , though I am not much of a self promotion type, I will participate ( mostly cause I get to tag others to do this ! )

1.A Hot Shower to Warm the Heart Wolffe x F!Reader

Tired of the long mission he had been on, Wolffe was ready to take a long shower and wash away the grime of the mission. With a towel wrapped around his waist he steps inside the common bathroom where usually around this time, he would have the showers all to himself.

2. Falling - Tech

Darkness. A deep darkness now seems to surround him completely.The last thing he saw were Omega and Wrecker reaching for him. At first there is a distant sound of the mountains and the surrounding terrain that provide him with some comfort.

3. Maul - Maul x OFC

Friendship, family, love, all words that had no meaning to him growing up. He knew what the words stood for when it came to other sentient beings in the galaxy, but to Maul that was all they were, words. To him the most important and meaningful words were loyalty and respect, both words that were closely tied to his master.

4. The Sound - Hardcase x Reader

“It’s holo time! What do you want to watch, Sugar? Drama, Action, something disgustingly romantic? You get to choose this time.�� Hardcase looks up from his spot on the comfy couch and asks you what to put on the screen before you are completely settled in.

5. Interview with Clones - Cody, Wolffe & Rex

They are our first line of defense, and they are our first line of attack. They are the ones who will either win or lose this long running war effort, and people still consider them to be no more than just cogs in the machine that is war. But, who are they really?

6. What Once was Lost - Crosshair POV Fix It

Alone. Once more he was all alone. This time however he was alone at the one place any of them ever called home and the one place he never thought of as his home.

7. Loss and Back Home - Echo x OFC Sage

The com went off and Sage happily walked over the door to open, expecting it to be her beloved Echo. He had been on mission with the 501st and expected back home around this time. When she opened the door it was not him standing in front of her.

8. Musings of a Sargeant - Hunter

He had always felt the most responsible for pretty much everything they did. Each training session when they were mere younglings. Each session in the tanks that would either accelerate their growth or heal the injuries sustained during arduous training sessions, each time they would undergo some new treatment that changed something inside of them and have them adjust to yet a new enhancement of their already existing abilities, he would feel responsible for their safety and the comfort they so needed because of the cold and the pains that surged through their still growing bodies.

9. Layers - Wrecker x F!Reader

10. A Painful Reunion - All of TBB and fix it after S1 finale

What they were watching on the screen had all of the people gasping. Even the most battle hardened men could not hold it in. The scene playing out in front of them was one of the most brutal attacks they had witnessed.

And now for the fun part of tagging people! No pressure ofc! @imabeautifulbutterfly @firstofficerwiggles @monako-jinn-stories @eyecandyeoz @rain-on-kamino @ladysongmaster @ladykagewaki @middimidoris @marierg @dindjarindiaries @ashotofspotchka @wardenparker @zinzinina

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Rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics you posted. If you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

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Post your last 10 pieces and give us a play by play. What was the inspiration? Any fun facts you can share with us?

Anyway let's get on with it

1. Fishing for Compliments - Merman!Crosshair x F!Reader

A sigh passed the young woman’s lips as the sun began to disappear beneath the waves. The waves rocked her quaint vessel as if it were a mother soothing her child. Her meal as well as a plate of identical food remained untouched as she kept her gaze to the depths. Every ripple of its surface a reminder of the mounting minutes that her company kept her waiting.

2. Drop Me a Line - Wrecker x F!Reader

The young woman stifled a yawn as she continued to work the mass of dough to her standards to be plopped into pans to bake. She continued working the dough sparing glances to the chrono on the wall as the sky outside began to lighten with the sunrise. Her pulse spiked when the chrono was checked again. She abandoned the lump of dough as she snatched up a pastry box. The bell chiming as the door opened and closed.

3. Budding Romance - Rex x F!Reader

“And you’re sure you’ll have them there.”

“A bit of faith would be nice, Anakin.”

4. Skin in the Game - Wrecker x OC (Rina) (18+ Please view responsibly)

Wrecker was on the hunt. Thankfully the Marauder held only a few spaces to hide away as he searched the ship. His target tucked away by the sensors. Vibroblade twirling between his fingers while his idle gaze stared at the screen. The demolitions expert took a breath, hoping to find answers.

5. Hair Support - Tup x Reader

The days of the Clone Wars tended to drag on in between assignments. Thankfully, the Republic saw it fit to dispatch your research team with a clone legion escort to ensure the lush jungle planet would not eat you and your colleagues alive. It was in the sweltering heat of the afternoon that one of your study binges was interrupted. You shook your head knowing who dared tread into your tent.

6. Interrogations - Echo x F!Reader (18+ Please view responsibly)

The former arc trooper sighed. Another fruitless attempt at slipping free of his bonds. The chair he was bound to chilled any amount of exposed skin. The room kept dark to prevent him from gathering his bearings. He bided his time, waiting for the tell-tale clicking of his keeper. It was a whisper at first but grew louder as the automatic doors parted.

7. Personal Tastes - Hunter x F!Reader

Strands of meat sizzled and spat as she flipped the tangled mass. Her work distracting from the pair of eyes watching you from the doorway. Her culinary tasks from the staccato chops of a knife to peppers to the accented clink of a mortar and pestle offered a calming tune.

8. Just This Once, Everyone Lives - Rex x Reader

Your bottom lip remained captured between your teeth as the speeder came to a stop. The building looming over the city streets twinkled in the night. A beacon for personnel to gather while dressed to the nines. A hand curled around yours, smoothing over your knuckles.

9. Keep Away - UniversityAU Wrecker x Reader

You filed out with your fellow undergrads as your last class for the afternoon let out. the professor's voice offering mention of the end of the first sprint. You traversed amongst the student body's current before veering off to a corridor. The current loosening its grasp the closer you ventured toward the sanctuary of paper and ink.

10. Nothing Fight - Crosshair x F!Reader

It could be easy to say Clone Force 99 had a culture separate from the sea of clones. Clone medics would be reassigned in the blink of an eye and nat born medics often assigned whoever pissed off the higher ups. This led to your current long term assignment. Having a medic on board being the main reason one of your patients was released to his squad early pending observations.

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Happy Pride Month!

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Holy Maker what a chapter !

On Coruscant, he was far from her whole life, but she can’t stop worrying about him. It’s not like when he went on missions or campaigns during the war. It’s knowing something terrible happened and not knowing if or when he’ll ever be safe again.

So, yeah. Cherise isn’t exactly thriving. Oh you sweet one! Cherise my dear you deserve to be happy and to have Wolffe with you there to have that happy ever after together!

There’s softness there. Hopefully Nel decides to use it when considering if zhe should call the cops on Cherise. If Nel would not do anything kind or so, I would come over and kick zhers butt !

The terminal boots up, and Cherise collapses into the chair. She closes her eyes and covers her face, giggling into her hands. She knows she’s probably overtired and a little giddy, but she doesn’t care. First: I love Soda! That awesome lill droid is going to be great and such a great friend and help for Cherise. Now, she has a house!!!!! She finally has a house and it is thanks to someone she never expected to be that kind!

That last part! OMG....

Walk Me Home: Chapter Thirteen

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Word Count: 5.7k Chapter Rating: Mature Chapter Summary: Cherise has to choose if she'll risk her secrets or help someone in crisis. Warnings: animal giving birth, animal in distress A/N: and we're back! life has been a gut punch but things are okay. happy to be sharing this chapter with you, let me know what you think!! <3

“Okay, okay. Try another one.”

Four beeps.

“That’s… eight.”

S0-D4 — Soda — chirps happily before switching back to its lower tone. Another four beeps: one short, two long, and one short again.

Cherise closes her eyes, trying to envision the screen Soda uploaded on her datapad earlier.

“Fif— no, sixteen!”

Soda chirps again, the lights around the top of its body lighting up erratically.

Cherise grins from her spot on the floor, knees tucked up to her chest as she leans against the wall. She doesn’t have many reasons to be in her combination-office-bedroom. Usually, she’s just here to sleep, or to slip through the secret shelving door — yes, she made it into a door — into the communication hub.

This evening is a bit different. Since Cherise arrived in Astilbe, there have been a handful of mild dust storms. They’re more of a nuisance than anything — transports shouldn’t really travel, and people should stay inside. That means no customers today. But because of Amaronthe’s mineral-rich surface, metal particles get swept up in the storm and cause a bit of extra chaos — primarily, shorting out comm connections. That means no transmission monitoring today, either.

She can’t reach anything outside of the atmosphere, but her technology is sophisticated enough that she could still connect to pretty much anywhere on the planet. But when a strong storm rolls in, it shuts down everything else in the town.

The dust storm currently rolling through Astilbe is the fiercest Cherise has ever seen.

With no customers, and no sign of the storm letting up anytime soon, Cherise decided to spend the day working on communicating with her new droid.

When she cleared the layers of dirt from Soda’s shell, she learned that the droid didn’t actually have a paint job. It didn’t seem to mind, but Cherise ordered in some paint and pigment anyway. Once it gets here, maybe Soda will change its mind.

Cherise knew different droids had different programming, but she didn’t know that meant they also had such distinct personalities. Soda is shy. Its beeps were so quiet for the first few days that Cherise thought there might be something wrong with the volume control, but she soon learned that Soda’s quietness had more to do with its reluctance than technical error. After she installed a compatible scomp link into her main computer, she’d finally been able to understand what it was saying. The words appeared on the screen like a text message.

New place, the text read. Not much technology.

“What planet were you on before?” Cherise asked.

Coruscant.

She couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, that’s definitely a big change. I lived there for a while. I bet it’s strange going from there to here.”

Soda beeped loudly in affirmation, which translated to Cherise’s screen as: YES!!!!!!!!

She laughed again. In her communication hub with no one but Soda around, it was a strange sound. Unfamiliar. Nostalgic.

A series of excited noises joined in her laughter.

You have technology!

Cherise wondered briefly if she had just made a fatal mistake. No one was supposed to know about her comm hub. She wasn’t exactly doing legal things with it. But Soda was so excited to see it all — the terminals and scramblers and transmitters and control panels — that she didn’t have the heart to tear the little droid away from it.

She did explain that the room was a secret, and that she would get in trouble if anyone found out. Some of Soda’s shyness came back when it inquired about what exactly she was doing. So… she pulled up Wolffe’s profile on the Imperial system and said she was looking for someone. And that, along the way, she was trying to help people when she could.

Soda has been on her side ever since.

But Cherise can’t scomp Soda into a datapad — not yet, at least — and she can’t exactly afford an automatic translator yet. So, they’ve been figuring out what binary would be best for Cherise to learn. Numbers have been the main thing so far. The rim around Soda’s head is practically perfect for serving drinks and bringing back empty glasses, and Cherise is working on a way to wirelessly connect the droid to the bar’s digital system. But if the customers need Cherise, for whatever reason, it would be helpful if Soda could let her know which table she needs to go to.

There’s actually a whole lot Soda could do to make Cherise’s job easier — but she has to remind herself to take baby steps.

She really, really needs to take baby steps.

The rapid, turbulent changes in her life are starting to take a toll on her. It’s like she’s been running on adrenaline ever since she left Taanab, and now she’s running on fumes. She’s exhausted all the time, and the lack of sleep is making her jumpy and unfocused. Honestly, Soda is going to be a lifesaver. She doesn’t know how much longer she can go on like this before breaking down and falling into a hole that no technology can pull her out of.

Every time she thinks she’s on the brink of finally being comfortable, something comes along to knock her back to the dirt. Often, it’s financial — something in the bar breaks and she has to replace it, or the end of the month comes around and she has to transfer hundreds of credits out of her accounts. Yes, money is coming in — but it’s flying out just as quickly.

Other times, it’s with the community. Befriending Renae has been an absolute blessing on its own, and Cherise cherishes the time they get to spend together. But she still can’t seem to connect to the town any more than that. Nel still won’t entertain a conversation with her. No matter how much she tries, or how many drinks she offers, no one offers her much more than a polite dismissal.

And then there’s Wolffe. Cherise never expects his profile to change, and she thought that would be enough to even out the violent anticipation in her chest. Still, there are days where checking the system and finding nothing just sets her off for the night.

Fuck, she misses him. On Coruscant, he was far from her whole life, but she can’t stop worrying about him. It’s not like when he went on missions or campaigns during the war. It’s knowing something terrible happened and not knowing if or when he’ll ever be safe again.

So, yeah. Cherise isn’t exactly thriving.

But she has Renae. She has Vesa. And now, she has Soda.

At least she isn’t completely alone anymore.

After a few more rounds of Soda quizzing Cherise, she unfolds her limbs and goes upstairs to check on the storm. It’s not supposed to pass until later tonight, but Amaronthe’s weather doesn’t always listen to the forecasts. That’s how they ended up with the storm in the first place.

While she does indeed see blowing rust clouds with flashes of silver, something else catches her eye.

Someone is out there.

Nel’s blue-grey skin is barely visible behind the clouds of dust rolling through the town, but Cherise can still see zher as zhe bursts out of the inn and sprints down the street. Cherise slides to the other side of the window and tries to see where zhe’s going in the middle of a storm — and in such a hurry.

Nel runs past the bakery, but doesn’t turn down the neighbourhood path. Instead, zhe practically breaks down the door to the health centre and stumbles inside.

Cherise frowns. In the past few months, she hasn’t seen Nel express a single emotion other than, well, bitchy. If she hadn’t just seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn’t believe that zhe could look so desperate about something. And if zhe’s desperate to get into the health centre…

Cherise doesn’t really know what she’s going to do yet, but she knows that she’ll need some sturdier clothes to protect her from the dust.

She pulls a jacket over her arms and throws the hood up over her head. She doesn’t have a scarf, but a long-sleeve shirt wraps around her head well enough to cover her mouth and nose. She fishes out a pair of safety glasses she got when she was still making the bar functional again and drapes another piece of fabric over her face.

Just as she’s slipping her boots on, she sees movement through the window. Nel is back — this time with someone else. Someone who seems to be wearing a white coat.

Cherise takes a breath and sprints across the street.

She debates knocking — because it’s Nel, and… well, it’s Nel — but decides on just pushing on the door and entering the front hallway. Even if she had knocked, no one would have answered.

It’s chaos.

There aren’t that many people in the room — just Nel and the doctor. What’s chaotic is that smack dab in the centre, Nel’s dog Meila is lying down on a collection of blankets, nosing at four tiny, squirming blobs.

Puppies.

Newborn puppies.

Like, really newly born puppies.

The doctor, Farren, is kneeling over Meila and making quiet soothing noises. He’s doing some kind of assessment, but Cherise has no idea what he’s looking for or what could possibly be wrong. Meila doesn’t look distressed.

Nel, on the other hand, is the model of distress. Zhe’s kneeling beside Meila, stroking her ears and watching Farren with unwavering concentration. Cherise can see the tension in zher shoulders from here, the rock-hard persona nowhere to be found.

But when Cherise unwraps her makeshift scarf and jacket, that persona comes right back.

“What are you doing here?” zhe hisses. Farren shushes Nel, and when Meila makes a little whine, Nel’s attention falls completely back to her dog.

Technically, zhe didn’t tell Cherise to leave, so she joins the other two on the ground, making sure to give Nel plenty of space.

“What’s wrong?” Cherise asks.

Nel, who seems to be distracted enough by Meila that zhe forgets to hate Cherise with zher entire being, speaks quietly.

“Meila wasn’t supposed to have her puppies yet,” zhe says. “I was going to take her into the city. But she started early, and it was going fine… but she hasn’t been able to get the last one out.”

Farren looks up at Nel apologetically. “I don’t know what I’ll be able to do here,” he says softly. “I’m sorry.”

“Just do something,” Nel snaps, but Cherise is pretty sure zhe knows that Farren’s hands are pretty much tied.

She looks over at Farren. “We can’t contact a vet?”

Nel apparently remembers who Cherise is as zhe shoots daggers at her.

“You think I wouldn’t have thought of that?” zhe spits out. “It’s a fucking sandstorm. We can’t contact anyone.”

Cherise chews on her lip. She forgot that only equipment as advanced as hers would be able to get through this mess — and that no one else would bother to have invested in such expensive technology when they’re usually so connected.

She shouldn’t. Nel’s probably looking for any reason to get her out of this town. But she can’t just sit here, knowing she could do something, and choose not to.

“I can help,” she says.

Nel just rolls zher eyes. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. Just get the f—”

“I can help,” Cherise insists.

Nel narrows zher eyes at her tone, but when Meila whines again, zhe can’t help but soften a little.

“Do you trust me?” Cherise asks.

Zhe doesn’t miss a beat. “Not in the slightest.”

Cherise sighs. That’s what she thought zhe would say.

“I guess I’ll have to trust you then,” she mumbles.

Before Nel can answer, Cherise pushes herself to her feet.

“I’ll be right back.”

She bundles herself up and darts out the door. It’s definitely not a good idea to give someone who hates her guts a reason to call the cops on her, but she has to do something. Besides, maybe Nel will be just grateful enough to ignore Cherise’s suspiciously sophisticated technology.

She doesn’t bother taking anything off before rushing into the basement. Soda gives her a quizzical set of beeps, but she heads straight into the communication hub.

“It’s alright,” she calls back at the droid as she searches for the pieces she needs. “I’m going to boost a call through the system. Can you man the controls?”

Soda sounds nervous, but Cherise doesn’t have time to hook it up to the translator. She just shoves everything she needs in a bag, zips it all up, and races back up the stairs, out the door, and across the street.

This time, she coughs on a mouthful of dust when she stumbles into the inn. Both Nel and Farren snap their heads over to her, but she can’t bring herself to care.

She ignores their questions and spreads out her equipment on the floor. This should work. Cherise’s handheld comm has been boosted enough that it should be able to connect to her main console, even through the storm. The console itself will definitely be able to connect to Cyfada — as long as the storm isn’t affecting that city too.

After snapping the pieces into place, the device lights up instantly. Cherise has a feeling Farren and Nel are mumbling about her, or at least sharing confused looks. Again, she ignores them.

“Soda? Can you hear me?”

It’s a bit fuzzy, but Cherise can still make out a series of beeps and whistles from the little droid.

“Can you connect us to the frequency I left open?”

An affirmative beep. More static. Then, after around thirty seconds, another voice crackles through the comlink.

“Cyfada Pet Hospital, how can I help you?”

Cherise finally looks over at Nel, meeting zher eyes as she speaks into the microphone. “Hi. I have a dog here who’s delivered four puppies, but she’s unable to deliver the last one.”

“One moment, please.”

The line fills with static again, and Cherise slowly offers the comlink to Nel. Zhe stares hard at Cherise, lips pressed together so tightly they’re almost turning white. Zhe definitely doesn’t trust her.

When a voice comes through the comm, Nel snatches the device from Cherise’s hand and starts speaking into it. Cherise’s blood surges with adrenaline as she watches Nel and Farren take turns explaining what’s going on and answering the vet’s questions. She can’t quite hear what the vet’s saying, but judging by the concern on both of their faces, it’s not going so great.

Suddenly, Farren grabs the comm from Nel and speaks a little louder.

“I’m a doctor— yes, we do. What’s the dose? Where do I—? Okay. Okay.”

He hands the device back to Nel and rushes past Cherise and out the door. Meila tilts her head back to where Farren had been resting his hand, and Cherise doesn’t think twice before moving to fill the space. She strokes Meila’s soft golden fur and the dog nuzzles her head further into Cherise’s touch. She dares a glance up at Nel, who’s staring at her with slightly narrowed eyes.

Slightly narrowed is better than fully narrowed, at least.

“What’s going on?” she asks softly.

Nel looks back down at Meila. “She needs medicine,” zhe says. “Her muscles can’t contract enough to get the pups out.”

Meila shifts on the blankets, squirming closer to the puppies resting in the basket.

“The vet said they would usually administer oxytocin,” Nel continues. “Farren’s going to prepare an injection. It should strengthen Meila enough to get the last pup out.”

Cherise nods.

The two sit in silence. Cherise doesn’t know what else she could ask without worrying Nel more, and she doesn’t exactly think zhe’d appreciate small talk — right now, or ever. Besides, she’s learning more about Nel than she would if she tried to make conversation. The way zhe looks at Meila is enough to tell Cherise that Nel isn’t nearly the stone-cold person that told her off on her very first day in town.

There’s softness there. Hopefully Nel decides to use it when considering if zhe should call the cops on Cherise.

Farren bursts through the door again, and Cherise scrambles backwards to give him room. Soon, he’s given Meila the injection, and there’s nothing to do but wait.

None of them speak. Cherise suspects that Nel would ask her to leave if zhe didn’t think they would need the comlink to call the vet again. She’s fine just to be here and help in whatever way she can, and right now, she can help by being quiet.

She rests her head back against the wall and releases the tension in her shoulders. Even as they fall from their spot tightened beside her neck, it still feels rock-hard. A little bit of stress, she thinks. The ceiling lights are bright, a little too bright, so she lets herself close her eyes. She’s only going to rest for a moment, then she’ll sit back up… then she’ll pay more attention…

Cherise snaps her head up at the sound of Meila’s whining. She has no clue how much time has passed — it could have been a minute, it could have been an hour. She rubs the bleariness from her eyes and tries to take in the situation in front of her.

Nel and Farren have shuffled around a little. Instead of resting gentle, comforting hands on Meila’s fur, Nel is kneeling in front of Meila’s belly. Her whines are getting louder, more like little howls than anything else, and Cherise finally notices the smile on Nel’s face. Zhe’s muttering to the dog, quiet words of encouragement that Cherise can only catch bits and pieces of.

By the time Cherise pushes herself off the wall and kneels down closer to Meila, the dog has stopped whining — and Nel is holding a tiny puppy in zher hand, goopy and still partly covered in membrane. Meila reaches around and noses at the little pup, licking it all over until Cherise can hear tiny, high-pitched whimpers.

It’s like they all breathe a simultaneous sigh of relief — Cherise, Nel, Farren, Meila and even the new pup as it takes its first breaths in this world.

Nel gently towels the newborn puppy before setting it fully down in front of Meila, watching as it instinctively squirms to its mother’s belly. The other four pups have seemingly had their fill of milk and are nestled together closer to Meila’s chest, snuggled into her warmth.

Nel slips off zher gloves and leans in to scritch Meila behind the ears.

“You did so good,” zhe whispers. It’s impossible not to hear the pride in zher voice.

When Farren stands again, Cherise comes back to herself a little. Now that she has served all of her usefulness, Nel surely wants her gone. She starts to quietly disassemble the boosted comlink and pack the pieces back into the bag. After this ordeal, Meila and her puppies probably need some quiet anyway, and the presence of a near-stranger might put them on edge.

But she can’t hide the way she looks at the little family of dogs on the floor. Meila’s golden fur is found on all the puppies, but they all have some degree of black patches, presumably from whoever the father was. They’re just a bunch of blobs right now, huddled together in the safety of their mother’s protection — a mother who just looks so happy as she watches over the little ones. Meila looks at Cherise and smiles in that goofy way dogs do, with her mouth open and her eyes scrunched a little. Cherise beams back at her, happy that at least she hasn’t stressed Meila despite all the chaos.

Nel follows Meila’s gaze, and Cherise’s smile fades. Zhe doesn’t say anything — just watches as Cherise gives zher a small nod, wraps her outerclothes around her, and walks back into the sandstorm.

At the very least, Nel won’t be able to report Cherise’s suspicious activity until the storm dies down. That also means that Cherise is going to have to wait even longer to see what fate Nel is bestowing upon her.

Yeah, it’s going to be a long night.

The sun rises, and no one busts down Cherise’s door.

She eats a protein pod, and no one comes to arrest her.

When she opens the bar in late afternoon, the people who walk in don’t point blasters at her.

It’s still too early, she reminds herself. It’ll probably be tomorrow.

Over the past few months, Cherise has stopped waking up afraid that the Empire has tracked her down. It’s still possible, of course, but the knowledge doesn’t keep her up at night or make her hesitate to tap into Imperial signals. Even when she told Renae about Wolffe, or talked to Vesa about her past, that fear didn’t extend long past the conversation. She’s not sure if she would describe it as feeling “safe,” per se. Maybe it was just that she accepted that this is how her life is now — living with risk and choosing not to let it paralyze her.

But if anyone in this town wanted her gone, it was Nel. And Cherise just served zher ammunition on a silver platter.

She could run. She thought about it. The storm only cleared overnight, so she would’ve only been able to leave this morning. Then what? She’d have to wait for a transport to leave town — and there aren’t any in Astilbe right now. It would more than likely be headed towards the farms, too, which meant that she could be tracked. She wouldn’t survive in the wilderness. She’d pass out before she even made it to Cyfada.

And… Cherise doesn’t really want to leave. Not after everything she’s done to make it here. It’s not just the bar, either. She has friends — only a few, but she doesn’t know that she could handle being fully on her own again. As hard as it is, Cherise likes living in Astilbe.

She just hopes Nel allows her to stay.

Cherise knows she’s distracted. Ironically, that’s the most dangerous part of all of this. When she’s like this, on autopilot with her mind racing, she’s not as aware of her surroundings. She could miss bits of an important conversation, let something slip as she’s talking to a customer, or completely miss an Imperial agent coming through the door.

That last one is arguably worse than if she missed Nel coming through the door.

Which she does.

Somehow.

At some point, Nel slipped in without Cherise seeing zher. Zhe takes a seat at the bar, looking as sour as Cherise has ever seen zher.

Perhaps zhe wants to be here to watch it all go down.

Might as well get it over with.

Cherise sticks her hands in her apron pockets — partly to make her look relaxed and aloof, partly because she’ll be fidgeting nonstop otherwise. She clears her throat.

“Can I get you a drink?”

Nel doesn’t even look at her. Zher grumpiness is back in full-force after yesterday, and zhe just stares at zher hands where they sit folded on the counter.

Cherise doesn’t understand why Nel has to be Theelin, of all species. Zhe doesn’t need the horns framing zher face to be intimidating— zhe could do that all on zher own. Zher dark hair is pulled back into a tiny bun at the back of zher head, leaving zher displeasure open for Cherise to take in.

She’s about to debate whether she should ask again or just move on when Nel finally speaks up.

“Gerty said you bought an air bed.”

Cherise blinks.

Did she… did she hear that right? Did she miss a word through Nel’s begrudging tone?

“Uh… yeah. I did.”

Weird that Gerty would have noticed that. Cherise has been into the hardware store plenty of times, but she never expected someone to be keeping track of her purchases. The thought makes the hair on the back of her neck stand up — what else could people know about her just from watching?

“Is it for you?” Nel grunts.

“...yes.”

Nel looks at her with an expression that clearly says: are you fucking kidding me?

“You’re living in the basement.” It’s not a question. It’s a realization — and a judgmental one at that.

Cherise looks around to see if anyone else is listening to their conversation. Luckily, everyone seems to be wrapped up in their own business.

“...yeah.”

Nel rolls their eyes in a way that almost makes Cherise jealous.

“You know we have houses, right?” Zhe says it as if zhe was saying: are you stupid?

Cherise fists her hands in her apron and forces herself to maintain eye contact.

“I know. But, uh, money is… tight.”

Nel looks away, but not out of awkwardness. Zhe looks around the bar, at the liquor bottles along the back wall, at Soda carrying empty glasses back to the bar. The intention is clear: if money is so tight, how could she afford all this?”

“I’m still paying off a lot of debt,” Cherise says quietly. “Everything I had went into this.”

When Nel looks back at her, she can’t keep zher gaze.

“This and that comlink thing,” Nel corrects her.

Cherise’s heart feels like it’s thudding in her throat, restricting her breathing and preventing her from saying anything more than: “Yeah.”

Now is when Nel signals the cops and they raid her basement. Now is when they question her for suspicious activity and discover that she’s not Riza Beckett, she’s Cherise Megnatta, wanted for treason on Coruscant. Now is when everything blows up in her face.

Nel grumbles so quietly Cherise almost believes zhe could be talking into a secret microphone. She can’t actually make out what zhe’s saying — not until Nel stands and grabs something from zher jacket pocket.

“I don’t let my neighbours live in their fucking basements.”

Zhe drops a small object on the counter and turns on zher heel. Zhe’s already out the door by the time Cherise realizes what the hell just happened.

Lying on the bar counter, clipped to a rusted metal tag, is a key.

It looks like it fits one of those old-fashioned doors, like the one at the bar. Frowning, Cherise picks up the key and tries to find a clue on it. The only thing that she can find is a faded number printed on the back of the tag: 36.

It feels cruel to use that number. But Nel couldn’t know about Wolffe — and even if zhe did, zhe definitely couldn’t know his CC number.

She has half a mind to run after Nel and demand to know what just happened, but she can’t just leave the bar. Sure, Soda’s around, but she wouldn’t leave him alone without telling him. Instead, she slips the key into her apron and tries to forget about it for the next few hours.

She mostly succeeds — out of sight, out of mind, right? There’s enough to do that she can preoccupy herself with thoughts unrelated to the mystery key given to her by someone who hates her guts.

Just after her last customer leaves, though, someone walks in who clears her mind of anything else.

She grins. “No-Name!”

Cherise has seen him in the hardware store a few times, but they haven’t really talked since the first day she got here — when she was digging through the scraps out back. He’s the one who told her that she’d need to get Nel on her side if she wanted to stick around. The progress on that front has been… debatable.

No-Name in question gives her a lopsided smile and settles into one of the barstools.

“Hey there, newbie.

Cherise rolls her eyes. “You know my name.”

No-Name shrugs. “Newbie has a nice ring to it.”

“What can I get you?” she asks, too excited that another local is here to argue. “Wait — let me see some ID. I have no clue how old you are.”

“That’s just a ploy to learn my name.”

“Maybe,” she says. “Fine. Non-alcoholic then. On the house.”

No-Name raises an eyebrow. “Bribery?”

“Do you want one or not?”

He chuckles a little. “As much as I’d love one, that’s not why I’m here.”

Cherise frowns. So much for that hope. She should’ve known a local just deciding to come into the bar was too good to be true.

“Why then?”

No-Name smirks at her. “You haven’t figured it out?”

“Seriously?”

He pushes himself off the stool and gestures for her to follow him. “C’mon.”

Cherise starts to argue that she can’t leave, she hasn’t closed up yet, but he’s practically out the door and she’s far too curious to let him go. She slips out from behind the counter, shouts at Soda to watch the bar, and follows No-Name outside.

She has to jog to catch up with him, but falls into step easily enough. The sun is just starting to set, painting the sky in strokes of pink, orange, and yellow. Cherise walks beside him in silence, too frustrated by his little game to try anything else. She stumbles out of surprise when he turns down the path into the forest, but she regains her balance and joins him as they walk into the neighbourhood.

He must be taking her to his house. Why? She doesn’t know.

“You’re really not going to tell me anything?”

“Nah,” No-Name says. “It’s more fun this way.”

“For you, maybe.”

“Yeah, for me. But just you wait.”

When they get to the end of the road, No-Name turns toward the only house without any lights on. For the first time, Cherise puts her guard up. This seems like a bad idea — a terrible idea — and she’s just about ready to cut and run when she gets close enough to see a metal sign nailed above the door.

36.

Just like the key Nel gave her.

Cherise stops in her tracks and gapes at No-Name as he waits at the door, an extremely self-satisfied smile on his face.

“What the hell?”

He jerks his head toward the door. “C’mon. Open it up.”

Hands shaking, Cherise reaches into her apron for the key. Slowly, with an incredulous look at No-Name, she steps up to the door and slides the key into the lock.

It turns.

It clicks.

The door opens.

No-Name nudges Cherise through the doorframe and reaches for a light switch just beside the door. The lights flicker once or twice, and when light fills the room, Cherise’s lungs have decided that she can’t breathe.

It’s… a house. Just a house. It’s not big — a kitchen to the left, a living room to the right, and stairs dividing the two rooms. Stunned, Cherise takes a lap around the main floor, taking in the sight of the run-down but clean kitchen and the purple couch that’s in the living room. When she comes back around, No-Name is heading up the stairs, flicking the lights on as he goes.

Cherise sees the bathroom first, but her attention is truly stolen by the bedroom.

Specifically, the bed.

It’s a single bed in the tiny room, done up with faded sheets and a thick woollen blanket. The open closet has a handful of empty coat hangers, and the only other piece of furniture in the room is a small lamp sitting on the floor next to the bed.

“Well?” No-Name asks.

Cherise turns toward him with tears in her eyes.

She doesn’t know if she’s ever been truly speechless in her life until this point.

“It’s… for me?” she croaks out.

No-Name grins. “Yep. Nel wanted to give you a bigger one, but this was the only thing we had available.

“The bed?”

“The house. Jeez, newbie, you catch on slow.”

Cherise lets out a watery laugh and wipes the first of her tears away. “But— Nel— I thought—”

“Zhe told us about what happened yesterday,” No-Name tells her. “I mean, Renae’s been talking about you for weeks, but Nel wasn’t buying it until yesterday. Anyway — Gerty said they didn’t think you had a bed, and we all knew that you had to be living in the bar. One thing turned to another, and soon enough, you had a house.”

She blinks. “I don’t have— I can’t pay for this.”

No-Name snorts. “Yeah, that’s kind of the point.” He pauses, and for the first time tonight, his smoothness falters into something more genuine.

“We take care of each other here,” he says. “It’s time we held up our end of the deal.”

Cherise runs back to the bar to finish closing up. Soda has done most of it, good droid that it is, and it’s not long before she’s bounding down the stairs to pack a bag of overnight things. She can officially move in tomorrow, but for now — for now, she gets to sleep in a bed! In her own house!

She’s ready to zip back over to her house (her house!) when she looks at the bookshelf. In all of the chaos, she didn’t check any of her systems this morning — she’d been too nervous about what might happen with Nel. Now, though, she knows she won’t be able to sleep unless she gives it a once-over.

The terminal boots up, and Cherise collapses into the chair. She closes her eyes and covers her face, giggling into her hands. She knows she’s probably overtired and a little giddy, but she doesn’t care. After months of toiling, of trying to talk to people and get on the community’s good side, she’s made it. She didn’t even need the house or the bed to feel like this — she’d be just as excited if Nel just announced that zhe would drop whatever grudge zhe held against her.

Fuck, she can’t wait to go to bed. Not to sleep — to bed. Finally, for the first time in months, she’s going to actually get a good night’s rest.

The terminal beeps as it turns on, automatically opening Wolffe and Cane’s profiles. Like every other time she’s looked at them, they’re completely unchanged—

Cherise’s heart drops straight into her stomach. She rubs her eyes — she has to be dreaming. Maybe this whole day has been a dream. But she pinches herself, refreshes the page to make absolutely sure, and stares at the screen for a full minute before she can process what the information on the screen actually means.

CC-3636

Occupation: none (formerly) military commander, 41st Elite Corps Notes: unit discharged to CORSIN after failed operation on SERENNO. Location: CORSIN

Wolffe has been discharged.

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Omega Squad is so awesome and really, they are brothers that share! Not sure if I would be so kind to share them though hehe

In the Moonlight

Summary: You accidentally let it slip you "Used to" have feelings for Niner. Your partner Fi doesn't seem so bothered by it.

Pairing: Niner x Reader x Fi (Clones from Omega Squad in the Republic Commando Series)

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; SMUT, Angst, drinking, threesome (mfm) (no clonecest), unprotected p in v (wrap it up, friends), oral (f and m receiving)

WC: 3.8K

A/N: My love for Omega Squad is unreal. Seriously. These books are incredible. Listened to the song "Moonlight" by Kali Uchis while writing it. ALSO: I HAVEN'T FINISHED BOOK 3 TRUE COLORS YET, so no spoilers lmao. I've just been working on this since I read Hard Contact lmao. I realize that not a lot of people aren’t gonna know the Republic Commando boys and that's okay, I just strongly urge you to read them bc they're literally SO good.

“Cyar’ika… Please come back.” Niner’s deep voice is behind you, following you out of 79s.

Your chest tightens at the term of endearment, but you ignore him, knowing that if you look at him… at those big brown eyes… you’ll end up cracking… and breaking… You should’ve known better than to get drunk with Niner… that’s on you.

“Get back here now.” He practically commands you.

“Or what?” You spit back, continuing to walk away.

You definitely weren’t expecting his fingers around your wrist. And you definitely weren’t expecting him to spin you around and pull you against his chest, only to gently grab your chin to look up at him. It’s too close… It’s too intimate… It’s too much. The flutter in your stomach is too much.

“You really don’t like to listen, do you?” He muses.

You shrug, jerking your chin away from his strong fingers. “Let go of me.”

It’s a warning. With a sigh, he releases you.

“I wish you’d just talk to me…” He murmurs.

You couldn’t talk to him… Not when you felt like this. Not when he feels like this. You start to walk away again, not wanting to stick around to talk.

“You need to tell Fi.” He calls out.

Like hell you did. “Kiss my ass, sarge.”

When you get in the cab, you head back to the barracks, knowing you’re definitely not going to be able to sleep now.

You’d drunkenly, and stupidly you might add, told Niner that you’d wanted him first… when you first became a pilot. He was who you wanted. But he was distant and weary of you, so you eventually just let it go. You let him go. Or so you thought…

Fi had taken an instant interest in you, always flirting and teasing. How could you say no? You fell pretty quick for Fi. But there was always that little tiny part in the back of your head that just couldn’t let Niner go.

“You’re back.” Fi looks up from his bunk, delighted, the blue glow of his datapad lighting up his handsome face. “Did you and Sarge have a good time?”

You wordlessly crawl over him in between him and the wall, snuggling into his side. “Too tired…”

He chuckles, placing a soft, sweet kiss to your forehead. “Well, we can talk about it in the morning.”

“Don’t want to.” You accidentally let slip out.

You dummy… Why couldn’t you have just said goodnight?

“What? Why?” He tosses his datapad to the end of the bunk and looks down at you. “Did something happen?”

You hear the door open and Fi turns his head, finding Niner strolling in. He must’ve gotten a cab right after you. You try to look away, but Fi catches on.

You’re grateful right then that Darman and Atin are gone, doing who knows what for the night.

“What happened?” Fi asks Niner.

“Did you tell him?” Niner asks, thinking that the answer is going to be yes.

“No.” You groan, hiding your face behind your hands.

“I used to like you, you know.” You chuckle.

Niner’s eyebrows raise up. “Did you?”

“I did.” You nod.

“But Fi-”

“Before Fi… it was you.” You murmur, taking a sip of your drink.

“I had an inkling.” He apologizes in a way.

“Oh. Great.” You shrug.

“Why didn’t you say-”

“Because I thought you didn’t approve of me… I was a pilot and not a clone and you weren’t the most warm person…”

“Fi was.”

You nod. Fi was the most warm. Still is.

“I’m sorry… if I could-” He murmurs.

“Don’t…” You whisper, shaking your head, unable to look at him.

“If I could, I would do something about it.” He continues anyway.

You look at him now. “Like get rid of me?”

He smiles, softly. “Like tell you that I love you, too.”

You nearly drop your drink, confused. Love? Why would he say this now, knowing that your heart lies with Fi… with his vode?

Angrily, you get up and start toward the door, leaving the bar. Walking away from him…

Fi looks between you and Niner, eyes begging for someone to tell him what’s going on. How are you supposed to tell the love of your life that you were in love with his brother before him? What if he thinks that you only chose him as a backup when that’s not what happened at all? What if he doesn’t look at you the same way again? Are you prepared to lose Fi? The answer is no. But the look on his face is so heartbreaking that you know that you just can’t lie to him.

“I…” You start, quietly, sitting up on the edge of the bunk, looking up at Fi.

Why would Niner do this to you? Why would he put you in this position?

Because he loves you and he knows that you still love him…

Fi kneels down beside you, looking at you, softly. “Cyar’ika… you know you can tell me anything.”

“I know…” You nod, trying to breathe.

Fi hands you a canteen with water in it and you take a sip and then a large gulp, just trying to figure out what to say. Honestly, the moment is incredibly sobering.

You sit the canteen down on the floor and look at Niner, who’s sitting in his bunk across from Fi’s. “Before I fell in love with you… I was in love with Niner…”

Fi lets a chuckle slip and you look up at him with furrowed brows. “I already know this. The whole squad knows this.”

Well, that’s embarrassing.

“A part of me… still does.” You murmur. “Love him, that is… And he loves me too…”

“Is that what this is about? You scared me… I thought something serious happened.” Fi kisses you on the forehead and sits next to you.

“You’re not angry?” You ask him, confused.

“Of course not.” He rests an arm around your shoulders, pulling you to him and then looking up at Niner. “I’m honestly surprised it took you this long to tell her, Sarge.”

“I don’t understand…” You pull away to look at him.

“You still love me, right?” Fi smiles.

“Of course.” You nod. “More than anything.”

“And you love Sarge, here, too.” Fi’s smile doesn’t falter even a little bit.

This is the most confusing night of your life.

“Right…” You murmur, looking over at Niner and find that he’s actually smiling at you.

Your chest tightens at the sight.

“So… we share you…?” Fi suggests, looking between you and Niner.

Your eyes return to your partner.

“You’d really be okay with that?” You ask him.

“We’re vode… we’ve probably shared worse.” Fi chuckles.

That’s both somehow endearing and gross.

“There’s no probably about it. We definitely have.” Niner chuckles.

Fi smirks and then looks at you again. “If that’s something you want, then I’m alright with it. All I want is for you to be happy, cyar’ika.”

Fi would do anything for you. There’s no question about it. He’s absolutely the love of your life. Your whole world. But it still felt like something was missing.

You suppose that something is Niner.

Squeezing Fi’s hand, you lean over and kiss him. He smiles sweetly when you pull away and then looks over at Niner.

“Well, what do you say, Sarge?” He asks.

“I’m grateful to even be in your presence.” Niner smiles brightly at you and your chest tightens again.

Fi nods for Niner to go to you and when your sergeant slides off his bunk, settling between your legs, your breath hitches in your throat.

“Is… this okay?” Niner murmurs.

When you nod, he slides his warm calloused hands over your bare thighs, your dress sliding up slightly. Niner takes notice and looks like he’s really holding back. Looking over at Fi one more time for a confirmation that he’s truly okay with this, you hold yourself back from touching the man on his knees in front of you.

“Go on, cyare. It’s alright.” He lets you go and leans against the bunk post to watch you with nonjudgmental eyes.

You turn back toward your sergeant and smile down at him as you slowly cup his face, memorizing each detail and scar to memory. The way that his eyes follow yours until they settle on your lips. He waits for you to lean in, something completely unlike Niner, who usually is a first move kind of guy.

His hands never leave your thighs as you lean in slowly, brushing your lips against his, making his eyes flutter shut. He lets out the softest sigh, and it’s clear to you that he really and truly wants this. He wants you.

Your hands slide into his hair, tugging ever so slightly, enough to make him moan. Unable to help but smirk against his lips, you tug again and his grip on your thighs tightens.

“Careful, mesh’la.” Niner warns you, opening his eyes to slide his hands up to your hips.

Letting out a soft laugh, you look back over at Fi who’s smiling kindly at you. There really is no jealousy inside of him, is there? How could one person be so kind and loving?

You reach over for Fi’s black shirt, grabbing the fabric and pulling him to you so that he crushes his lips against, his hands automatically finding your hair and pulling your face closer.

When you feel Niner’s lips on your neck, you melt instantly, groaning against Fi’s mouth. How is this real? How could you be this lucky?

Niner’s mouth travels down quickly to your lap. “Lay back, sweetheart.”

Fi guides you down to the bed but you can’t help but want to watch what Niner’s about to do to you, so you prop yourself up on your elbows, making eye contact with you. He grins immediately, taking his shirt off.

“Truly not good at listening.” Niner playfully shakes his head.

You guide him back to you with your foot. “You already knew this, Sarge.”

“You have no fucking idea what it does to me when you call me ‘sarge’.” He groans.

“Ew. I call you ‘sarge’.” Fi teases.

Niner shoots Fi a silencing look and then pulls your underwear down, tossing them to the floor and then pushes your dress up. You’re eternally grateful that Darman is with Etain and Atin is with Laseema right then.

“Take her dress off, Fi.” Niner commands him.

Fi listens and helps you out of your dress, slipping it over your body and then dropping it to the floor. Niner groans softly at the sight of you and an instant boost of confidence washes over you so you sit up and pull Niner in for a kiss.

“Pretty girl.” Niner whispers against your lips.

With a soft whimper against his lips, you run your hands through his hair, pulling him as close as possible.

“Already fucking addicted to your taste.” He groans.

“Wait til you taste her pussy.” You could hear Fi’s smirk as he talks.

You look back at him and laugh. Fi sits up to kiss you again and Niner palms your breasts, squeezing and groping you in all the right places, making you whine with need.

“I think I will.” Niner pulls your lower half down to his mouth and kisses your inner thigh, making you gasp into Fi’s mouth.

You feel Niner’s warm breath flutter over your already wet warmth, knowing that this man could only be perfect at eating pussy. You still can’t fully comprehend how you got here, in between the two men you love.

“You alright, cyar’ika?” Niner checks in before going further.

“Perfect.” You pull away from Fi to promise him, smiling.

He licks a warm wet stripe up your folds and your hand automatically flies to Niner’s hair again as you groan loudly. He chuckles softly and you glance down at him.

“Don’t you laugh at me.” You huff, breathlessly.

“Not laughing at you, sweetheart. I’m laughing because Fi was right.” He squeezes your thighs on either side of his head. “You taste fucking incredible.”

“I’m always right, actually.” Fi grins widely at you and you grip his shirt as Niner licks into your desperate cunt, building up your orgasm, already threatening to send you over the edge.

You’ve waited so long for this. You need it to last longer.

“Niner… stop. I’m gonna cum…” You whimper, trying to pull away.

Niner looks up at Fi, confused. “She normally want you to stop so she doesn’t cum?”

Fi shakes his head, just as confused as Niner is.

“What’s wrong, cyare?” Fi, brushes his lips against your bare shoulder.

You’re shaking slightly from the nerves of it all. “Nothing… I just… I want to cum a certain way with you, Niner…”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Niner brushes his fingers gently across your cheek, smiling up at you. “Lead the way.”

You pull him up on the bed with you and Fi and Fi moves to the end of the bed to give you and Niner a little space, clearly happy to watch. You guide Niner down onto his back, his head hitting your pillow. His eyes flutter shut as he breathes in.

“I guess now it’s my turn to ask if you’re okay?” You tease, straddling his lap and running your fingers down his bare chest.

His hands find your bare hips, digging into your soft flesh. “I’m great. Your pillow just smells like you and it really hit me.”

Maker, he’s so sweet when he wants to be. You lean down and kiss him again, both of you moaning softly against each other. He reaches around you and pulls his hardened length out of his pants, and you can’t help but sneak a look, raising your eyebrows at the sheer girth of him. You’d expect nothing less from Niner.

“Fuck…” You whisper and then look back at his face.

“You sure you wanna be on top, baby?” He teases.

“I’m already here.” You shrug, making him and Fi laugh.

“My girl doesn’t back down from a challenge.” Fi grins proudly at you.

You lift up slightly and then start to line your entrance up with Niner’s cock. You spit in your hand and then give his large cock a few pumps, getting his length wet enough. He groans loudly, gripping your hips so roughly you’re sure you’re gonna bruise. But you can’t bring yourself to care, you want to be reminded of tonight. What if they wake up tomorrow and realize that they don’t want to share? What if this is just in the heat of a horny moment?

You attempt to get out of your head by sinking down on Niner’s cock, and both of you gasp so sharply that you can only look at each other. Niner closes the distance and pulls you down onto him and you can’t help but clench around him already.

“Fuck…” You both murmur.

“Fi…” You whisper, holding your hand out for him to come back.

“I’m right here, baby.” Fi smiles, coming back and kissing your neck. “You good?”

You can only nod your head, words failing. How do you explain just how good your partner’s brother’s cock feels? You just can’t.

“Words, cyar’ika. Use ‘em.” Niner grits.

“I’m good…” You whisper. “I’m good.”

“Permission to fuck you now?” Niner asks, looking up at you.

“Since when… do you… ask for things?” You tease him.

You can see the look in his eyes darken and you gulp. “Move Fi.”

Fi chuckles. “Oh, cyare. You’re in for it now.”

“Huh?” You don’t have time to even finish the word because Niner has you flipped over on your back and somehow is able to push even further into you, causing all the air to momentarily leave your lungs.

“Fuck you feel so good.” Niner buries his face in your neck, breathing you in as he finds your hands, pinning them to the bed by your head.

You wrap your legs around his waist. “Please… Sarge… I need you.”

“I know, sweetheart. Don’t worry. I’m gonna give it to you.” He pulls away from your neck to look you in the face.

You know he’s just checking on you again but you need him to move or you feel like you may combust.

“Maker, baby… you’re soaking the sheets.” Fi notices.

And that’s when Niner starts to pull out, just to push back in and your eyes roll back in your head. You’re absolutely sure you see stars just from that one thrust.

“Fi, come look at this.” Niner chuckles darkly, thrusting again and again. “Got her to shut up finally. All she needed was her sargeant’s cock. Isn’t that right, baby?”

You whimper, unable to form a coherent word. Niner and Fi both chuckle again as Niner starts to pick up his thrusting, angling you perfectly so that his cock goes as far as possible into you. You’re not so sure anyone has ever been able to reach as deep into you like this. Not even Fi, as much as you love him.

“Maker, you are soaked.” Niner pulls your face to look up at him, meeting his eyes. “All for me and Fi, huh?”

You nod, weakly.

“That’s right sweetheart. Doing so fucking good.” Niner leans down and kisses you quickly. “Alright, Fi. It’s time for her to cum.”

Your eyes quickly meet your partner’s eyes and he smiles down at you, proudly.

“Aye, sarge.” Fi’s fingers find your clit and you gasp and whine, writhing against Niner, making him groan again as you clench tightly around him.

“You wanna cum on my cock, baby?” Niner kisses your neck as he releases your hands so he can pull back to sit up on his knees, still fully sheathed inside of you.

“Please…” You murmur, looking at both men with equal need. “Fi- want your cock too… Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely, cyare.” Fi leans down to kiss you before situating himself on his knees near your head so that he can start to press his cock to your lips.

You relax your jaw and eagerly take his cock as far as he’ll allow you. Fi’s been so gracious this whole time, he deserves more attention.

“Maker, I love you.” Fi caresses your hair, praising you sweetly. “So perfect for us.”

You hum around his length as you bob your head over his length in time with Niner’s thrusts, which are starting to speed up a bit as Fi continues to rub your clit so perfectly. The warm feeling starts to pool low in your stomach and you can’t help but clench again for Niner.

“That’s it. She’s so fucking close.” Niner grins down at you.

“Oh, sweet girl. Are you gonna finish all over our sergeant's cock?” Fi teases you.

You nod around his cock as Niner decides to pick you up slightly so he can slam into you at a more unforgiving pace, the slapping sounds filling the barracks so perfectly, it’s almost deafening, besides both men’s moans and soft grunts.

“Sorry, Fi.” Niner grunts as he pulls you away from Fi’s cock so that he can pull you up into his arms, picking you and slamming you down on his cock so that all you can do is go limp in his arms as he fucks up into you.

All you can do is whimper and moan, no words able to form, as Niner buries his face in your neck as he unforgivingly pounds into you.

“Come on, baby. I know you wanna cum like this. Then I can fill this perfect cunt up with my own cum.” Niner grits through his teeth, very clearly trying to hold back so he doesn’t finish before you. “Do you want my cum?”

You nod with pathetic whines, trying to beg for him.

“She makes the prettiest sounds, doesn’t she?” Fi’s behind you now, pulling your face toward his so he can swallow your sounds with his kiss and his other arm wraps around you so that his fingers can bring you closer to your finish line.

“Fuck yeah, she does.” Niner agrees.

The way they talk about you and Fi rubbing your clit so fucking perfectly is what does it, sending you over your edge, making you throw your head back against Fi’s shoulder. You make eye contact with Niner as you cum all over his cock, coating him with your essence that he finally lets go and fills you up with himself. He groans roughly as he grips your hips tightly and you start to feel the soreness in them as you come down from the absolute sex high.

When you feel Fi pull away, you feel something trailing down your back and realize that Fi finished when you and Niner did, except it’s all over your bare back and you can’t help but laugh.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” Fi murmurs with a chuckle as he cleans you with a wet towel.

“Don’t be.” You pant slightly, pulling him in for a kiss.

Niner is still buried inside of you and you’re not really ready to pull away just yet. You think he understands because as soon as Fi runs to the fresher, Niner pulls you in for another passionate kiss and you find yourself just as addicted to his taste as he thinks he is to yours. Resting your foreheads together, you close your eyes. Until he starts to pull away slightly.

“Don’t pull out.” You whisper. “Please.”

“Alright, I won’t.” Niner promises you as he pulls you down to the bed, still inside of you.

He lays against the wall with you in his arms, making room for Fi to join when he’s done. You suspect that Fi’s giving you a moment of privacy with Niner to talk.

“So, what now?” You murmur.

“Well, for what it’s worth, I think we’ve wasted enough time not being together and as long as you’ll have me, I’m not going anywhere.” He murmurs, kissing you again.

You smile against his lips, believing him. “Until your next mission.”

“Yeah, but you’ll be right there waiting, right?” His calloused fingers brush across your soft cheek.

“Until you come back to me.” You smile.

“Which I promise to keep doing.” He smiles right back.

“Both of us will.” Fi’s soft voice is behind you as he climbs into the bunk with you, resting his hand on your hip and squeezing gently before placing a kiss to your shoulder blade. You kiss both of them once more before drifting off into sleep, thinking about how lucky you are to get to experience this life with both of them. You just hope that their Kal’buir can make good on his promise and find Ko Sai in time so that you can experience a full life with them.

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ladykatakuri · 11 months

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It is that intense joy f Wrecker that has me almost feel that joy myself, as if I am there getting lessons from him!

Hiii Love you are amazing you know that right?🤩🤩

Can I maybe request one with the Reader being a Jedi and traveling with The Batch and she want‘s to learn how to shoot a Blaster and they do teach her but because of mutual attraction it is very hard to focus for both of them. (Maybe even with Rex?)

Aloha!

Didn't I do something similar to this in a way? But it was with a none Jedi fem reader, I think.

It's not exactly what you asked for, because in my head it didn't work out the way I wanted it too, so I played with a few ideaas. But I hope it's close enough.

The Bad Batch/Rex x Fem!Jedi!Reader HCs - Teach Me

Mostly Fluff

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Hunter

"We learn to deflect blaster shots," you say, easily deflecting a shot from the training droid, with your lightsaber at a dummy, "But we don't usually learn to do any shooting ourselves."

Hunter offers, "I could show you."

You smile, deflect another shot and say, "That doesn't mean I don't know how to do it"

The sergeant shrugs.

"Then show me what you can do."

You shut down the droid, put away your lightsaber, and walk over to him. With a small smirk, you stand in front of him. In the Force, you can sense that there is a certain excitement beneath his surface, but you can't quite place it at the moment.

"So, Sergeant, what do you want me to do?"

Hunter draws his own blaster and places it in your hand, your fingers touching for a brief moment. The touch feels like a spark, a small electric shock, as if from a static charge. For a second you feel very clearly how intensely Hunter is focused on you, how fast his heart is beating, and your own makes a small, surprising leap.

You need a small moment to collect yourself. You realize that you don't necessarily see him with Jedi eyes, that you see more in him than you should, but until just now you didn't realize it was also the other way around.

You look at the weapon briefly, then open yourself to the Force, turn briefly to the dummies, and fire several quick shots, each shot a bull's-eye.

Looking back at him and seeing the puzzled expression on his face, you ask, "Are you okay?"

"I-yeah, I'm fine. I just thought you never learned how to handle it."

You smirk and remind him, "I also said that doesn't mean I can't."

He nods and says, "Okay, yes I remember, but…. that good?"

"The Force guides my hand. A big advantage on my part," you say, still smirking.

You place the gun back in his hand, again your fingers touch, but this time you maintain contact longer. You take in his feelings, his confusion, how impressed he is, but most of all, the feeling of how much he enjoys this little touch, how much he longs to let his hand move over yours, up your arm to your face. For a moment, you can almost feel him doing it. But Hunter is decent, playing by the rules, even if he doesn't want to here and now. For the moment, it remains a fantasy.

Very slowly, almost languidly, you finally pull your hand back from his. You hear him sigh softly and almost do the same. Your eyes meet, lingering on each other.

With a cautious smile, you ask, "Can you maybe teach me some other things?"

Hunter takes a moment, blinking, finally he smiles gently and says, "I'm sure we'll figure something out."

Wrecker

He watches you, as he often does. You feel his gaze on you, his fascination, his admiration for you are so honest, so open and intense that sometimes your heart beats faster. Wrecker adores you, and you can feel that abundantly clear in the Force. But he's a good soldier, a decent man, he would never approach you without being asked, even if it's hard for him not to confess how much you mean to him by now. You sigh softly, take a deep breath, try to clear your thoughts. "What about blasters?" you suddenly hear him ask. You turn to face him. "Blasters?" Wrecker nods, pulls out his blaster and holds it out to you. You put your lightsaber away, step closer, and hesitantly reach for the weapon. You look at him questioningly, feeling that he's just trying to make contact with you, to spend time with you, and you feel flattered, but also nervous. You shouldn't actually like him as much as you do. "You know how to handle that?" You nod. "Yeah, I think so" You demonstrate your skills and Wrecker lets out an impressed whistle. "Is there anything you Jedi can't do?" You laugh softly and say, "There sure is a lot. For example, I barely know anything about explosives, grenades, and mines." He laughs happily, thumps the crate he was leaning against and says, "You've come to the right place! I can teach you anything" "You would do that?" You can feel Wrecker radiating pure joy, joyful anticipation, and the feeling passes over to you, putting a smile on your lips. "Of course. Little Jedi, I'll be happy to teach you everything I know"

You like it when he calls you that, it's so loving and full of affection.

Echo

He can't hide from you what he feels, even if most of the time you can't see it in any way, you feel the devoted longing he feels when he looks at you, thinks about you, it is omnipresent.

To the outside world no one would suspect it, Echo has himself under control, he is calm, reasonable, follows the rules. You've already caught yourself thinking about trying to draw him out.

During training, when he is watching you again more or less secretly, you speak to him. Echo almost falls off the ramp, startled, when you speak to him. He didn't expect you to have spotted him already.

He clears his throat, "Uh, yeah? How can I help?"

You pick up a training blaster and ask him to come closer.

"Would you teach me how to use this properly?"

Echo blinks, not responding immediately. His gaze drifts from your face to the blaster in your hand and back again. He seems puzzled, but he nods amiably and says, "Sure. What exactly do you want to know?"

"Well, anything important in theory," you say with a wry smile.

A small smile twitches at the corners of his mouth. Echo begins to explain to you how to load and unload the gun, and how to set the various modes, standing close to you, his eyes gazing deeply into yours every now and then. You can feel him looking forward to being useful to you.

"Understood so far?" he finally asks gently.

You nod.

"I think so"

"Maybe you should try it sometime, General".

There it is again, that impersonal word, that formal address. You know he's just doing what's theoretically expected of him, but you wish he'd call you by your name.

"What's the best way to aim?"

Echo stands close behind you, carefully grabs your hand and guides it. He talks, explains, you hear his voice, but the meaning of his words bounces off you, off the feel of his hand on your wrist, his chest against your back.

"General?" he finally asks in amazement.

"Yes?"

"Did you just hear what I said?"

There's a tingle under your skin, you look for an excuse and say as calmly as you can, "I'm sorry, I sensed something in the Force that I can't place, I'm not supposed to let it distract me, but every now, and then it still happens"

"Oh. I see. Do you want me to explain it again?"

You smile, the tingling under your skin getting stronger.

"'Please do."

A soft shiver runs through your body as his hand closes around your wrist again.

Tech

He's a little harder to read than others, his emotional world seems to function differently than you're used to from most. He is often completely silent, and the next moment he is radiating a thousand things. His thoughts are always in motion, and often you feel he can't quite reconcile his emotions with what he's thinking.

Sometimes it feels like he is stumbling, even though he is calm and clear. This happens more often around you. It takes a while, but you eventually realize that Tech is attracted to you, very much so. His way of evaluating and looking at things logically, gets in the way. He feels intensely, but differently. As said before, it's hard to read him, despite the Force.

But his nervousness always comes through quite clearly, noticeable in the Force. Tech stands near the training area, with his datapad in hand. His gaze wanders back and forth between you and the device in his hand.

He admires you, the elegance with which the Jedi fight, especially you. In his head, he automatically calculates how efficient your approach is.

As you finish and approach him, he says, "You were 20 seconds faster today."

You blink in surprise. But really, it shouldn't surprise you. Tech remembers everything, and it's actually typical for him to evaluate everything.

"Is that so?"

He pushes his goggles up the bridge of his nose with one of his, long, slender fingers and replies, "Indeed"

"Do you have any ideas on how I can be even more effective?" you ask with interest.

He looks at you in surprise, not expecting you to be interested in his opinion.

"Quite," he says with a small, barely noticeable smile.

Tech is on fire with the idea. He explains things to you, shows you a few things, touching your hands now and then to show you what he means. At the moment he radiates pure joy, he feels useful can be close to you, you listen to him.

He has a wonderfully lively moment with you, which you both enjoy very much. When you're done, you smile at him, sensing his curious, affectionate feeling for you.

"Maybe you can show me more things when you get a chance," you say softly.

Tech nods, delighted.

"I'd love to, General."

Crosshair

You perceive him as strangely reluctant. He's fascinated by you, in many ways, and at the same time he seems frustrated by it. There is always a restless wavering beneath his surface. He is attracted to you, but is all too aware of the prohibition of this feeling.

But still, he keeps coming to watch you train, and today is no exception.

"Effective," he says tersely, chewing on his toothpick.

"Thanks," you say with an implied smile.

He doesn't smile back; he almost never does.

You tell him with genuine interest, "I'm always amazed at how someone, without access to the Force, can be as effective as you."

Now a smirk does appear on his lips. He is flattered and that you of all people are giving him this compliment triggers a real wave of joy under his surface.

"Hmm, I was bred, trained and genetically programmed for this," he says, shrugging his shoulders as if it's nothing special.

"Still, your reaction time, your focus, your accuracy, are very amazing."

He laughs softly.

"I know."

He takes the toothpick out of his mouth and flicks it away. Then he takes his Firepunsher and holds it out to you.

"You want to try it?"

You blink in surprise and finally say, "I've never fired a gun like that before."

"I can show you," Crosshair offers.

A nervous tingle travels through your body.

"Okay. Teach me," you say with a small, nervous smile.

At first, you're almost overwhelmed, Crosshair seeking a lot of physical contact as he shows you the proper stance and what to do. Every little touch, every graze of his on your skin, leaves you with a hot, wild tingling sensation. You clearly feel that he feels the same way and have difficulty concentrating.

He is intense, you feel his hunger for more, that every touch is not enough for him, only ignites a longing for more. It makes you nervous, but still, you don't withdraw from him, on the contrary. Every contact is a small fire, a camouflaged caress, chaste on the surface but underneath, hungry and intense.

Finally, you stand there, both quite breathless, hearts racing and neither of you can really name why.

He asks, "You didn't understand a word I said, did you?"

"Hmm?"

Crosshair laughs softly and asks, "Again?"

You nod and say softly, "Again".

Rex

"General, if I may interject, you are holding the blaster far too tense".

You glance over your shoulder, you've felt his presence before and you've become nervous. You like Rex, more than you should, much more. Your desire to impress him has thrown you off track, destroyed your focus, and you've tensed up. You sigh softly.

"Of course you're allowed to weigh in, Rex, I always welcome your constructive criticism. I'm just not used to this kind of weapon."

Rex steps closer to you, removes his helmet and places it on a nearby crate. He smiles, a small, very gentle smile. For what feels like the thousandth time, all you can think about is how gorgeous he is.

He gently reaches out a hand to you and asks, "May I?"

His fingers touch yours, and for a moment, your whole body tenses.

"You need to relax a little," he says gently, leaning lightly against you from behind as he tries to loosen your fingers with his.

First you're too tense, then the blaster slips from your fingers. You laugh nervously and say, "Sorry."

"It's okay," Rex says gently, picking up the blaster again, and placing it back in your hand, "Just handle the blaster like you would your lightsaber, fluid but firm in your grip"

"That makes sense"

You get the hang of it, pleased that he is pleased with you, and at the same moment you regret that his lesson is over. However, you sense that he doesn't want to leave yet.

"Could you maybe show me again?" you ask cautiously.

His brows go up at first, but he nods, gets back into position, and gently guides your hand on the blaster. You sense something deep inside him, an affection so real and deep that it almost takes your breath away for a moment.

"Are you all right?" asks Rex with concern as you stiffen again.

You relax your muscles, take a deep breath, and say, "Yes, everything's fine, Rex."