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heaven-s-black-box · 5 months

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The Curious Case of the Fett Family- ensemble

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Recovery date: June 18th, 2022

Description: The Fett family, a large family with too many cousins to count and somehow they all look almost identical. Here's a quick look at a day of school.

Notes: N/A

Word count: 885

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“Did you study for the test?”

“Which one?”

“Mhmhm?!”

“Wrecker,” Echo sighed, walking up behind his cousins with Fives, “don’t try to talk with your mouth full, you’ll choke.”

Fives started choking on the granola bar he’d be shoveling into his mouth, and Echo let out an even more exhausted sigh and patted his back.

“Well if it isn’t the Domino twins,” Crosshair said.

“Hi Echo! Fives!” Omega cheered, poking around from the front of the group.

“We have a test?!” Wrecker yelled, finally finishing his sandwich. Tech nodded, while Hunter just hung his head and sighed. “Hm, hey Echo, wanna take my test for me?”

“We look nothing alike.”

“A rarity in this family,” Crosshair mumbled before unwinding his earbuds and putting them in.

“We look everything alike.”

“Echo is built like a twig and you’re built like a barn,” Fives laughed.

“No one in our family looks close enough to you to take your test, you should have studied like the rest of us.”

“Your tests sound hard.”

Everyone nodded.

“Hey kid, you coming to the rugby game tonight? Could really use a cheerleader.”

“If I don’t have too much homework.”

“Aww, why do you have to be so responsible?”

“Is Hevy playing today?” Hunter asked Echo and Fives.

“The doctor said he can, but it’s up to your coach in the end,” Fives shrugged.

Echo muttered, “I wouldn’t.”

As they approached the crosswalk, Omega grabbed on to Tech’s sleeve as the group crossed before bouncing away with a wave.

Tipoca secondary school, Tipoca middle school, Coruscant secondary school, and republic general secondary school were the four schools that the Fett family attended. Even though most of them lived in the same area, the domino twins and self proclaimed “bad batch” lived right across from Wolfee and his brothers, they were spread out across three high schools.

After the fiasco that was middle school, they’d tried to break themselves up as much as possible. The sentiment “If I get mistaken for _____ one more time!”, was held by most of the cousins.

“Good luck on your test,” Fives waved, heading off towards his locker.

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“So, Hunter says Omega gets out at 3:30, if we leave at 3:20 we can pick her up, grab dinner and get RG before-”

“Ah!”

“What?!” Cody jumped, looking up from his phone at Rex.

“I- uh… You know what, it’s nothing, sorry. Here’s your caf.”

Cody took it suspiciously and slowly brought it up, carefully watching Rex, waiting for him to give something away. His brother kept a stone cold face, adding milk to his own caf and taking a sip.

The second the drink touched his tongue he spit it back out.

“You put salt in my caf!”

Rex burst out laughing, nearly tipping over his mug.

“I swear it was an accident.”

“Is that what you were yelling about?”

“It’s not my fault the Dominos don’t label anything! Who even keeps their salt in a container?”

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“Aww, it’s so cute,” Gregor cooed, staring through the window of the pet shop.

“We’re not stopping to play with the dogs Gregor, come on.”

“That one reminds me of you.”

“I’m going to leave you.”

“Oh come on, why not get another member for your pack? You can call him Wolffe jr.!”

Wolffe ignored him and started back down the sidewalk, shifting his grip on his grocery bags. Gregor stared at the dogs a little longer before realizing Wolffe was serious and jogged after him.

“What’s with all the food anyways?”

“Rex and Cody are back from school.”

“Wait, I thought they were taking a trip with some of their friends?”

“Jesse.”

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Cody and Rex listened intently as Omega went on about her day and the research assignment she was working on for her space unit. They headed around back to the field where the Republic General secondary school was playing against Tipoca secondary school.

“This is gonna be great,” Droidbait laughed. “Common Hevy, kick their butts. Prove that we aren’t a bunch of Dominos!”

He was standing around with his brothers, hyping Hevy up.

“If we beat the Dominos again,” Tech started, “ we might need to pick another nickname.”

“Why, they’re still gonna fall over?” Wrecker laughed.

“Yes, but at this point it’s less them falling over now and more-”

“Us absolutely crushing them.”

“Come on, remember this isn’t just about us. There’s other people on both teams, if you want a one on one game we can just go to a park.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

As the two sides bickered and hyped eachother up, Wolffe and the rest of his pack took a seat in the stands with Gregor, waving over Cody and Rex.

Twenty minutes to the game, Echo, Fives, and Droidbait joined them to watch the warm up.

When the whistle blew to start the game, Omega cheered the loudest, a great feat considering she was going against Fives. In an effort to drown her out, all in good fun of course, Droidbait and Gregor joined in while Echo covered his ears and scooted slightly away.

Taking it as a challenge, Rex joined Omega to cheer for her brothers. Sure it was loud, and they’d probably be asked to quiet down soon, but that was just how the Fett family rolled.

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aemvnd · 15 days

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𝒶.skywalker. ┆ belonging.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ first time writing for anakin in a min …n yes it's a modern au . <3 be kind, pls. !!!

anakin skywalker is a naturally dominant man, and we all know that, but, when you're sitting in his lap, like just now, all pretty and your glossy lips all pouty and kissable, doe-like eyes all innocent and dreamy, anakin cannot help but want to have you, to possess you, to own you in every way possible—completely.

he craves you, desperately, day and night, every second of every waking moment, and his dreams, they're so vivid—they're of you, because of course they are, and you're so beautiful, so perfect, the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen, or will ever know.

anakin knows he must have you, giving the sweet-smelling skin of your pulse point a soft, tender kiss, knowing you're a sensitive little thing, but he doesn't care, doesn't care that you whine and playfully swat at his thick, muscular arm, and he just wants you to understand, to understand that you belong to him—that you've always belonged to him.

"anakin," you mewl girlishly, so soft and sweet and naïvely beautifully, he cannot stand it, and he gives you a small, lazy smirk, his blue eyes sparkling as they slightly gaze down at you, watching you, watching your expressions as he wraps his strong, masculine arms around your waist, tugging you closer against himself on his lap, wanting to see how you'd react.

anakin loves your little reactions, always so shy and sweet, it makes him smile, how bashful you become around him, how you try to act as if your little cunt isn't quivering at just the mere sight of him, knowing your panties were already soaked with your sweetness, just waiting for him to lick you clean, happily and eagerly.

and anakin is more than happy to help you, to help relieve you, to relieve that ache you feel, and he wonders if you ever touched your sweet little pussy—good girl that you're, he doubts it, but he wouldn't know, you don't like talking about such 'naughty things' as you like to say, always too bashful around him to speak such lewd words aloud.

anakin has no such qualms, he enjoys discussing how he wishes to devour your sweet little pussy, to fuck you until you're numb and too dumb to speak, your limbs weak and needing his help to do basic things, like bring you snacks or bathe you—he'd do anything for you if you'd only ask, and even more.

"what's wrong, baby?" anakin croons lovingly, raising a large, tan-skinned hand and gently curling two long, calloused fingers under your chin, forcing your eyes to look up at him, making your belly flutter with a swarm of butterflies—and anakin cannot help but smile wolfishly, chuckling softly as he can feel the way your body trembles in his lap, needy and wanting, and if you'd only ask, he'd give you what you so desperately crave, what you need.

all you need to do is ask, and anakin skywalker is more than willing to provide that relief for you, in any way you desire—he is yours, yours to command, just as you belong to him.

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iburnedmyselfalive · 3 months

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JUST FOR ME.

nswf — 18+ , this sucks but enjoy <3

“‘atta baby, keep your gaze on me as you take me," Anakin Skywalker whispered, his hand firmly on the back of your neck, ensuring your attention as he pleasured you.

His other hand pressed against your lower stomach, feeling himself inside you, his thumb reaching down and teasing your clit.

"mm, you a bitch in heat, yeah? jus’ f’me?," he hissed, his cock pulsing inside you, causing your body to arch in response. A grin spread across his face as he pushed you down.

"Take me, baby, take me," he urged, his voice a low growl.

“gripping round’ me like a starved bitch" he scolded with a chuckle.

You whimpered at his words, feeling utterly degraded.

"Pathetic, aren't you?" he sneered, “Just a starved bitch, begging for cock like it's your only purpose in life."

"Bet that’s right though huh?" he cooed, "Always touchin’ that lil’ pussy, desperate for a taste of me."

With a sharp slap to your cheek, you nodded, whimpering, "Yes!"

Anakin was consistent in one aspect: he always talked you through it, without fail, and you adored every moment of his guidance.

"You're taking it like a pro, baby, so damn good," he whispered in your ear, quickening his pace.

"Just perfect," he hissed through gritted teeth.

"She must be into me by now, knows exactly how to handle me, don't you think?" he asked, a sly grin forming on his lips as you moaned in response.

"i need to cum! please, ani, let me cum," you pleaded, tears streaming down your face, only to be met with a stinging slap to your cheek.

"You want to cum?" he echoed your words, his tone mocking.

“yeah? You want it that badly?" he taunted as he expertly worked you, hitting your sweet spot relentlessly while his thumb reapplied relentless pressure to your sensitive clit.

"i’m going to cum!" you cried out, but he slowed his pace, still maintaining his rough rhythm.

“Oh, baby, you can hold it, can't you?" he teased, watching you squirm.

“can't, ani, please!" you whimpered, utterly desperate.

"Too bad, you're gonna hold it," he growled, pulling out abruptly, leaving you aching for more.

Without warning, he thrusted back into you, eliciting a desperate cry from your lips.

Your nails dug into his shoulders as his grip on your hips tightened.

He groaned deeply, his voice dripping with dominance and desire as he unleashed a torrent of dirty words, mixing praise with cruel taunts.

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lanaslovelyletters · 3 months

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Anakin is roommates with reader and has an addiction to smoking. Reader tries to help him with it and Anakin decided it’s not enough and wants something stronger. He thinks sex will help.

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠

Roommate!Anakin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ content (general smut), swearing, mentions of substance abuse (nicotine)

Summary: You’ve never had a great relationship with your roommate… one night you get home late and see him smoking. You remind him that smoking kills and although you hate him, you want to help him… it goes to rather drastic measures.

Word count: 3.2K+

Author’s note: Where did you get this idea??? I love it. Also, there are psychological terms being used here— I’m a Polisci and not a psych student and will be using terms I learned when I took AP Psychology sorry lol. Also, read the prompt as if it should be on the shorter side? So I made it as short as I could, hope it's good enough<3 (Btw this is def not beta read. We die like Padme on the table)

You never really got along with your roommate. He blasted loud music and often came home at odd hours of the night. God, you hated the careless way he lived his life. Hell, you didn’t even know what he did for work. He always paid his part of the rent on time, so you kept him around. Besides, there weren’t many other offers and he was willing to pay half.

On a particular night, you came back from an evening shift at the local mental health clinic. The bag that was lazily slung over your shoulder was dropped to the ground as you walked into the living room. There he was. His lips held a cigarette between them, as he strummed his bass. It was loud and obnoxious.

“Okay, Slipknot, could you turn that down a little?” You let out a heavy sigh and crossed your arms over your chest. He rolled his eyes at you, and took a drag of his cigarette, blowing rings in your face. It caused you to cough and waft it away immediately before you took it out of his mouth and put it out in his ashtray.

“What the hell! That was my last one!” He threw his arms up in the air as the smoke subtly settled in the glass.

“This stuff is a slow death, y’know?” You said with a tone that screamed ‘as a matter of fact’. He was clearly pissed at your actions.

“—and? Does it look like I care?”

“Look, I get that we don’t see eye-to-eye on things, and we’d both rather not be living together… but the only reason I’m willing to live alone without you is if you move out. Not if you die on this fucking carpet.” You clicked your tongue and pointed at the scruffy rug beneath your feet.

“Why do you even care?” He raised an eyebrow and scoffed at you. Yeah… why did you care anyway? The question stumped you for a brief moment before you finally thought of the perfect response.

“Who else is going to pay half the rent? Besides… I don’t want to clean up a cancerous body in my house.” You were still standing there in front of him with arms covering your chest.

“Whatever… I’ll try.” Wait. It was that easy?

“Wait, are you serious?” You were a bit surprised to see him nodding along and agreeing.

“Yeah, I guess. My mother would hate to bury her own son… or whatever…” He trailed off as he stared at the worn cigarette bud in the ashtray.

“I knew you had some sense in there.” You joked as you poked his forehead before leaving for the kitchen to make yourself a late dinner. Anakin followed you like a lost puppy, as you pulled out some fruits and readied a blender. He watched as you cut up the fruits neatly before you added them to the blender.

“Hey so—” he didn’t get to finish, because the blender started going.

“Oh sorry about that. What were you saying?” You stopped the blender for a second.

“What could—” The noise dialed back up again,

“Oh, sorry,” you chuckled and poured the mixture into a bowl with some yoghurt.

“Very funny,” he said with a roll of his eyes as he leaned forward in the barstool he sat in,

“No, but really— how am I supposed to beat the cig cravings?”

“Via Pavlovian psychology, of course.” You gave him a curt smile.

“I’m not a dog.”

“Didn’t say you were. Look, the hypothalamus controls cravings… sex and food mainly. This means— you can try replacing it with chocolate. Maybe carrots?” You mentioned and took a bite of your yoghurt mix.

“Yawn. Don’t like the sound of that.” He rested his face against his palm.

“There’s a thing we do down at the clinic… for alcoholics mainly. We slip something disgusting or nauseating into their drink and they’ll associate drinking with this icky feeling… works like… most of the time… sorta…” You shrugged and took another bite.

“Right… well there’s just the problem of— I’m not an alcoholic and you also said that only works some of the time,” he said. His elbow dug into the table as it supported his heavy head.

“Why do you smoke anyway?”

“Stress. Smoking calms me down after a long day.” His sigh was heavy and rough.

“Well then, something to destress whilst also eliminating your addiction… I really think something like chocolate would work.” By now, you’d finished your bowl and you put it aside to wash later.

“Yeah… whatever. I guess it’s better than nothing.” He got up from his stool and went straight into his room. Something told you he wouldn’t survive the first week without a cigarette…

A week had gone by fairly quickly and he hadn’t smoked since the night you lectured him. However, he ate chocolate in unreal masses. Even then, as he was sitting on the couch this afternoon, he had bought a pack of cigarettes. Referred to them as ‘emergency cigs’. Just in case. He stared at the packaging, letting his thumb trace over the ‘M’ in ‘Marlboro’. Oh, he was so tempted. Just one drag and he’d feel the relaxation settling in his shoulders and the sounds of birds chirping and children laughing in the streets. Just one won’t hurt. He peeled the plastic film off and opened the lid. He could already feel it against his lips. Just one—

“What the fuck, Anakin.” You came up from behind him and took the pack out of his hands. He groaned as you did so, desperately grasping for it.

“You were doing so great with the chocolate, why the hell did you buy these?!” You spat and hid them in your back pocket.

“The chocolates didn’t work well enough. I need more. I need something better.” He complained and sighed, leaning back on the couch.

“Fine. I’ll go out and buy you some nicotine patches. Just promise me you’ll kick this habit, okay?” You rolled your eyes and went outside to the garbage bins. You threw the brand new pack of cigarettes in there and wheeled it out front.

When you got back inside, Anakin had already left for his room. The two of you had an established set of rules, one of which was to not enter each other's rooms unwarranted. If any of the patients at the clinic taught you anything, it was that addiction was hard to beat. No matter what kind it was. As much as you despised having to live with him, he didn’t deserve to die an early death because of something he couldn’t control.

“Anakin?” You knocked on the door gently, but there was no response.

“Come on, man.” The knocking became a little more frantic, but there was still no answer.

“Whatever.” You walked away and found your purse before heading back outside to uphold what you said you’d do earlier.

After you got back, you heard him watching something on the TV. It was a car commercial for a new Ford model.

“Catch.” You got in front of the screen and threw him the packs of nicotine patches you’d bought. He peered up at you with lazy eyes and slowly unpacked one. You hadn’t really taken note of it before, but he was fucking hot. His hair was messy and his body was chiselled. He was shirtless and only in a pair of very unforgiving sweatpants.

“Thanks…” he mumbled and stuck a patch on his chest.

“Feel better?”

“Don’t know yet.” You took a seat beside him and cast Netflix to the screen,

“Anything you wanna watch?”

“Nah… I’m good.” He seemed as if he was giving up. He was all sluggish from not having had a cigarette.

“Okay…” you turned off the TV to sit and soak in the uncomfortable silence. Nobody said a word for at least a few minutes before Anakin finally spoke up,

“It feels okay… just… doesn’t beat the real thing.” Your head turned to look at him as he said that.

“I’ve tried everything, okay? I have tried to help you. For some reason, you always need more. What more could you possibly want?” You sighed and brought your knees to your chest.

“You said… the hyper something? was responsible for sex and food cravings, right?”

“The hypothalamus, yeah. That’s why we tried chocolate.”

“That’s food… what about… sex?” He took a gander at you with those intoxicating tired and beat eyes.

“Like… jerking off? I mean, maybe?” You shrugged.

“No, sex,” he said, staring right at you.

“Oh… well… knock yourself out, I guess? You have a girlfriend?”

“What about you?” He moved closer, still staring deeply into your eyes. His velvety blue ones captured your very soul with just their existence.

“I’m… um… I don’t have a boyfriend…” you swallowed harshly as he leaned into your neck. His breath hit your ear,

“I’d say that’s pretty convenient, no?” He grinned, letting you feel the electricity surging through your spine. You shuddered before swallowing hard,

“What are you insinuating, Anakin?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I need something better than chocolate. Something better than nicotine patches. I can’t just sleep with random girls every day and hope I won’t get an STD. You are single, and I’m guessing you don’t have any weird illness.” His smirk was evident, even if he was practically buried in your neck.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about, Anakin.” You sighed but didn’t resist his antics.

“Mmm ‘don’t think so. I have a pretty great plan mapped out in my head.” He began to nibble away at your skin, several sighs escaped your lips as he did so,

“Anakin…”

“Yeah, that’s right. Say my name just like that.” He ravaged your neck now, littering it with bruises and marks. He pulled away briefly and got up from the couch, taking your hand in his as he helped you up. Almost immediately, his lips crashed onto yours. He pushed you up against the cold wall, clawing at your waist,

“Jump.” You did and he grabbed your legs, wrapping them around his waist. He then carried you to his room, where he roughly threw you on the bed. Your breaths were heavy and he swallowed up every single one with his mouth. His tongue massaged yours as his hands massaged your clothed tits.

“Anakin—“

“Ani. Just Ani.” He captured your lips again. He loved those pretty little whimpers and gasps you’d make. It drove him wild. The way your hands were pulling at his hair as your lips desperately reached out for his… It was like a drug.

He pulled off his shirt and helped you get yours off too. You unclasped your bra, and he revelled in the sight. They were fucking perfect in his eyes. The embarrassment on your face as he stared only made him more hungry. He unbuckled his pants, pulled them down and discarded them somewhere in a corner. Shortly after, he got yours off too. Your panties were damp and when his two fingers went to investigate, he just had to point it out to you— essentially mocking you.

“Look who’s getting so worked up when I’ve barely even done anything?” He scoffed. The mocking only worked to turn you on even more, and the face you made gave it away almost immediately. Dumb mistake or was it served on a silver platter?

“Don’t tell me you get off on that,” he snickered and massaged your hips, one hand worked its way further down and ripped your panties off.

“Hey, those were expensive…” you mumbled, but he didn’t care. The whole house could catch on fire and he wouldn’t give a fuck, because he was here with you.

“I’ll buy you new ones.” He placed his thumb on your clit, slowly rubbing circles. You clenched the sheets with whatever little power you had left. Even with gestures as small as stroking your sopping cunt, you were at his disposal. Through and through.

As it got more intense, he added a finger, then two then went ahead and added a third— finger fucking you until you went cross-eyed, flicking as hard as he could. Your cries and moans were like music to him. Better than whatever garbage he played anyway.

“All for me? You spoil me, darling.” Fuck, that sent you toppling over the edge, clamping down eagerly on his fingers. With a final moan of his name, he felt your essence coat his fingers. After pulling them out, he licked and sucked them clean,

“You taste fucking heavenly. Better than the chocolate, that’s for sure.” He pulled you by the hips and kneaded them nicely, listening to how you panted like the needy little thing you were. One hand slowly travelled up to take a squeeze at your nipple before travelling back down. His hand grabbed the base of his cock as it rubbed against your sensitive folds. Fuck, he was good, but you were growing impatient. Surely bucking your hips would work?

“Fuck, you’re desperate, aren’t you?” He mocked you and snickered. It was embarrassing. Downright humiliating. Yet you relished in it. Oh, you needed him so bad your ovaries were going to explode.

“Come on… Anakin,” you mewled and arched your back.

“It’s Ani, darling.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead gently, still teasing your needy folds,

“Now, let me hear you again.”

“You’re embarrassing me…” you diverted your gaze and turned her head to the side. It was clear as day to see that your face was completely flushed.

“That’s the point,” he scoffed and grabbed your chin roughly,

“Come on, you can do it, can’t you? Be a good girl, tell me what you want.” Good girl. You folded almost immediately.

“Please… just do it.”

“Come on now, you can do better than that,” he snickered. His relentless teasing just egged you on even more.

“Please, Ani. Please fuck… fuck me,” you sighed with exceptional need, as you arched your back.

“Don’t think I heard that… a little louder?”

“Fuck me, Ani! Fucking take me!” Your desperation was clear in your tone and the way your brows were furrowed. You were pathetic to look at, and oh how he loved it.

“That’s my girl.” He leaned down to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss, as you felt him finally intrude your walls. He swallowed every moan you made and even drowned them with his tongue. His size was unthinkably big. There was one protruding vein in particular. The way your walls clamped around it, allowed you to feel it from its start to its end. He wasn’t completely uncivilized though. He allowed you to adjust to his size before moving even a millimetre. In the meantime, he sucked at your skin, twisted your nipples, and moulded your breasts. By now, there wasn’t one spot on your neck that wasn’t bruised. As these appeared one after the other, the pain from his cock invading your insides slowly mingled with pleasure.

“You can move…” He did exactly that. As if it were a command typed into a computer. He almost pulled all the way out, before slamming himself against your hips roughly and sighing out your name.

“You’re so fucking tight, princess,” he groaned as he wasted no time bringing your knees up against your chest, as he began to pound into you. His pace wasn’t too fast, but rough enough to earn those ethereal moans of yours.

“Fuck, scream for me. Scream my name. Let the whole block hear you,” he sighed, speeding up his pace, rutting against you like a heathen. It was fucking filthy. He watched as every inch of himself disappeared inside you, massacring your insides with no mercy. Every pant and every moan contributed to his head falling back in pleasure, as he drove his hips vigorously against yours.

“Ani!” His name left your lips repeatedly like a broken record. He was fucking you completely stupid. What day was it? What time was it? What was your own name? Your cock-drunk self had only one thing in mind: Anakin Skywalker.

“Fuck, I’m close!” You panted as he thrust with even greater speed and strength. He was relentless and unforgiving.

“That’s right. Cum for me. Cum on this cock, baby,” he groaned as you started clenching down on him. He was struggling to move with the tightness but didn’t give up that easily. His tip hit your cervix repeatedly and you felt like your guts were being rearranged.

Finally, you couldn’t handle it anymore and you tipped over the edge,

“Ani!” You fell limp, but Anakin was far from done. He pulled out, only to get next to you and pull you into his lap. His face was flushed. His eyes were hooded and his lips parted. His hands were kneading your hips,

“Ride me.” What? You had no means. You were limp and tired from the pounding you just got. Now he’s trying to go for another round? But oh, how you wanted it. You wanted so badly to feel him again. To feel a new angle of him. Quite literally speaking.

With whatever strength you could muster, you slowly sank down on him, taking him by each delicious inch. It was far too much for you though, your arms immediately gave out and you fell on top of him. That was no issue though; he helped you. He grabbed your hips tightly and thrust upwards. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head with pleasure. You’d never been fucked that food before. Anakin let his face get buried in the soft mounds in front of him, as he arched your back for you. He was determined to make you finish for the third time in the evening, before finishing himself.

“Doing so good for me, baby, you’re doing such a good job.” He continued to drag your hips down upon his, but with one hand, he slowly let go and pressed it against your abdomen,

“You feel that? That’s my cock ruining you.” This man… your words were illegible by now. He removed his hand from your stomach and stretched the corner of your mouth with two of his fingers,

“You’re so pathetic like this. Where’s the smartass now?” He was right. He was fucking you into oblivion. You couldn’t even fully comprehend what he was saying anymore. You just whined and moaned at him. Just like the good girl, you were being for him. The overstimulation didn’t help. In fact, you were already getting close again. Your pussy was suffocating him and his drags were getting sloppier and sloppier— until he finally got you to release on top of him. He pulled you for a few more thrusts before pulling you off, having you fall backwards on the bed so that he could paint your stomach white.

The two of you both panted heavily as he fell back. It felt like you were going to pass out from the exhaustion.

“Beats the nicotine and cigarettes,” he sighed with a snicker. His eyes were fixated on the white ceiling above,

“So does tomorrow work too?”

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oceansssblue · 8 days

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Hunter not being able to have the time or place to relieve himself pls ☺️

One explicit&short sexy Hunter smut coming right up!

"TEN MINUTES OF PRIVACY"

TBB REQUESTS —HUNTER/F READER 📩🔥

WARNINGS: HUNTER BEING SEXY, HUNTER BEING CAUGHT ON THE ACT, HUNTER BEING KISSED AND TOUCHED.

Hunter was a responsible man. He had been taught to be like that; always taking care of his men, his squad. He worked towards his objectives with his brothers on his mind; always trying to secure their safety no matter how dangerous the situations they found themselves in were. Now, though... Now Hunter only wanted to take care of one thing; himself.

It felt like ages since he had had the time to relieve himself. They had been busy, that wasn't a doubt; first taking care of Tech's precarious health after Eriadu, then reuniting with Omega and Crosshair... And now even Echo was back on the Marauder. It was as crampt as it had ever been; and though Hunter loved his family with all his heart, he just wanted fifteen minutes of privacy for himself.

Those fifteen minutes of peace had been impossible to find. Every time he thought he finally had them, someone would return to the ship or comm him; and his free time would be tragically interrupted. On one time Tech had urgently asked for his help with some repairs; on another, Crosshair had found a reason to fight with a bunch of locals and –though Wrecker had assured him he had it under control– Hunter just had to intervene. On a third ocasion, Echo had asked his opinion on an alternative strategy for their next mission; and even Omega had been unusually affectionate lately, shadowing his every step as if she were afraid to get separated again.

His frustration only continued to grow when days kept passing by. It wasn't just because he wanted to; masturbating was more of a need, now. He felt tense and irritated, snapping at every minor thing. His headaches were only getting worse, nights without rest more common than not. It was only a matter of time before he bursted and said hurtful things; and he didn't want to hurt anyone.

Finally, luckily, his brothers seemed to catch on. It's Echo who suggests going out for a walk, and he manages to convince everyone with the promise of a pretty sunset on Pabu, pointing out that Hunter's migraines are only getting worse and he needs some silence and space to himself. They accept with various degrees of excitement; but they do, and they leave, and Hunter finds himself suddenly on his own.

He doesn't even bother to get fully naked; he doesn't have the patience. He sits on his bunk and tugs his pants down; already hard cock inmediately falling to rest on his stomach when freed. It's warm in the room, so he does take his shirt of and throws it carelessly somewhere on the floor. He doesn't waste any more time and sighs in relief, closing his hand around his cock. Privacy at least.

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You hadn't met the boys until their fourth month on Pabu. Their arrival had been the talk of the island for quite some time; not only because rumours said they were a surprising set of clones, but because Pabu suddenly had five handsome elegible bachelors to pick from. Wrecker made you feel small and cute, his energy as radiant as the sun; Echo was the gentleman of any girl's dream. You'd never grow bored with Tech, he was an interesting person to chat with; and Crosshair was all quiet and mysterious, tempting you to find his secrets. Objectively, you could see all of this attributes in the Batch; you could understand the hype. Personally, though... Personally, Hunter had the 100% of your attention.

He was so handsome. Your eyes had inmediatelly locked onto his figure the first time you had had the chance to see him; this firm but kind soldier helping a blonde teenager –you later learned their sister was called Omega– practice what seemed to be defence moves in front of their ship. The second time you had seen Hunter had been one morning on the beach. You had woken up early to be able to swim through Pabu's clean waters without anyone else disturbing the sea's wildlife; diving goggles and swimming fins in hand. After a quiet relaxing swim in the sea, you had sat down in the sand for a bit; and your distracted gaze had followed Hunter's attractive figure in his morning run through the beach.

One thing you had learned about, was that Hunter was always aware of what was happening around him. Weeks later, he had explained to you it was part of his special set of abilities. His mutations. In that second meet up, you had been embarassedly shocked to be caught gawking at him; though it had quickly turned to a pleased shyness when fifteen minutes later Hunter had returned to the same spot to talk to you. He had first greeted you with a sexy little smile; asking to sit besides you if you didn't mind the smell of his built up sweat. He had made you feel comfortable and safe since that very first time; and all those that followed.

It's not that you have consciously started to date him or anything. Hell, you've never even kissed yet. It's just all casual meet ups that ends with the two of you having the best time together. You might be doing groceries and Hunter making his way to their apartment after their latest arrival; and so he will offer you to help with the bags, and you'll accept, and once everything is properly placed in your home, one of you would suggest having a walk together and catch up with your respectives lifes. It feels like a date, most of the times; but none are planned, adressed as such, and Hunter has so many suitors –and is so genuinely kind– you wonder if you're seing things that are not really there.

You've heard the Batch is back on Pabu after three whole weeks travelling the galaxy, though, and you had seen everyone but Hunter in the beach some minutes ago; you know it means he's staying back and resting in the Marauder. You want to see him, so –even though you don't really know if it's your place or not– you make your way down to their ship. You'll just say hi and leave him be.

The Marauder's ramp is still opened, so you jump up and enter the ship. The cockpit's empty; you guess Hunter's somewhere inside. You call him softly, not wanting to wake him up in case he's using the time to catch up on some sleep; but you receive no answer, so you continue walking through the corridor, innocently.

There's a low muttering coming from a room, so you redirect your steps there; and you come to a stop completely frozen in front of the opened door. H-Hunter... Hunter's lounging on one of the bunks, with the back of his head resting against the wall; eyes closed and face relaxed in upmost pleasure. Small words and what you now clearly identify as whimpers and moans escape his parted lips ocasionally; shirt abandoned to the floor and abdominal muscles twitching with each particular rush of pleasure, sweat dripping down his chest and shimmering on his tanned skin. His pants are just low enough so that he can have access at his cock; one hand firmly wrapped around it and stroking up and down while the other clenches on his thigh. And his cock... Fuck, it looks good, dripping precum and flushed almost red by now; Hunter must be reaching his end any minute now.

Hunter... Is a sin, and though your shock is big enough to erase any coherent word from your mind, you aren't made of stone; and your breathing pattern grows heavier with desire while your heart speeds up, and even lost in his own pleasure, Hunter hears that.

His eyes snap open, his face turning slightly to the left to take a glance at the door. Your eyes lock and Hunter gasps out loud, something that sounds like a mix of utter shock and pleasure yet; his hand reluctantly stopping and resting around the base of his cock. Hunter's wide eyes and redenning cheeks show his embarassment at being caught like this; but to your surprise, he doesn't run to pull his pants back up, or hide his raging boner. He just waits, perhaps deciding on what to say or do.

"Mesh'la..." he suddenly and almost hesitantly calls you by that nickname he had started to use for you a month back.

You don't know what it means, though when asking his brothers, Tech had pointed out it was in their language, Mando'a.

Hunter calling you reminds you that you're still staring; staring at Hunter and his half naked body, cock exposed, and invading a clearly very private moment you have no right to stand by.

"O-oh, I'm sorry, Hunter" you quickly blurt out, eyes flying down and focusing on a spot on the floor in front of your feet. "I just saw your family at the beach, thought I'd come and said hi, and then I heard a noise and... Uh... I didn't know... You were..."

You inevitably take a glance upwards, and to your shock, Hunter's cock twitches in his frozen hand and he lets out a small moan.

He doesn't look particularly bothered by your interruption. By the situation. It seems he's just more impatient to carry on, so maybe you should just turn around and leave and...

"Mesh'la... Touch me" he answers, voice deep sending tingles down your spine.

You can't help but stutter as you fix your eyes on his.

"S-s-sorry?" It's what comes out of your mouth, stunned.

You must have heard wrong. There's no chance he just asked that.

"Please" Hunter suddenly whines, words turning him into a bothered mess. "Please, mesh'la, been wanting to masturbate for so long, but it has been impossible here, and now that I finally had the space to do so I tried and I, I... I'm subsconsciously stressed they're going to come back and interrupt me any time now, and I can't also stop thinking about last mission and..."

You're still shocked looking at Hunter; though his words are starting to slowly sink in, and he reads it in your wide eyes. You're so close to him and...

"Please" he begs, quietly but desperately. "Please help me cum".

You need ten more seconds before you finally find the way to reboot your mind again and you're able to nod. Hunter whimpers in relief and inevitably strokes his cock up and down once; stopping afterwards and leaving both of his hands on ech respective thigh; widening them so you have plenty of space to comfortably work with him. You gulp your nervousness down and slowly approach him.

Hunter's dark gaze doesn't leave your eyes as you sink down on your knees between his legs impossibly slowly. Your eyes swipe down over his perfectly trained body, and his cock twitches again against his stomach. The sight makes you bite your lip in a mix of desire, nerves and shyness; and Hunter groans torturedly.

"Mesh'la..." he calls you again, needy, and you breathe in and glance up at his face before setting your resolve.

Your left hand caresses up Hunter's left thigh, thumb squeezing once on the dip between his pelvis and leg; while your right teases down Hunter's abs to finally close around his length. Hunter's impossibly hard. You start with your first movement up and down his cock; and Hunter moans.

"Y-yeah... Yeah, cyare, thank you, yes..." he stutters in half whimpers, half relieved moans, and you have to contain one of yours.

He looks so good like this, so needy, so lost. So desperate.

"You look hot as fuck, Hunter" you tell him, voice barely more than a whisper.

Hunter moans needily and his hips cant forward towards your hand.

"M-mesh'la... M-m sorry for springing this on you so suddenly, just... Just wanted to cum and... Wanted you for weeks too, mesh'la, so pretty, fuck..."

Okay. Okay. Breathe. Hunter's a talker during sex, the kind of person that just looses himself in it and talks his mind of, and that's perfectly fine. You aren't gonna pass out. You are going to cope with the fact that he's gonna ruin yourself for everyone else and help him out.

"It's okay, Hunter" you soothe him, right hand moving upwards and twisting gently towards the end, another tiny involuntary buckle of his hips following you. "Just breathe and relax. I got you, okay?"

Hunter sighs and slides lower on the bed, though still proped up. He closes his eyes momentarily before focusing on you again, then staring at your hand working him up.

It doesn't take too long for him to cum. He's obviously being holding himself back; and finally in a safe place, with you as an additional stimuli, his mind locks on the growing pleasure and his hard cock twitches when he reaches his orgasm. Part of it lands on his stomach; some stays on your hand, and the rest pools on his pelvic, dripping down to a slow. His chest moves up and down with his heavy breathing; his eyes closed shut and head tilted back, neck exposed, muscles showing. And his sounds are music to your ears; raspy, broken. Relieved.

When he opens his eyes again, and Hunter looks at you, he seems more like himself; like this desperate lost version has been pushed back again under the surface. You read shame and guiltiness mixed in his expresion; and smile to soothe him.

"Don't even bother with excuses" you chuckle, using his discarded shirt to clean your hand and passing it to him next. "You were enjoying your privacy and I surprised you, and neither of us did what we should have done, and here we are. We're just gonna move forward and you're gonna invite me to a date".

Hunter gives you a tiny happy smile. It quickly turns onto a smirk.

"Okay. Tomorrow afternoon, then. I'll be sure to take care of everything this time".

You know what that means, and you smirk too, though flushing slightly. Yes, please.

THE END.

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Taraa! Decided not to write it too long, hope you've liked it!

remind you that im still working in some other requests. I'm considering not writing every single one though, just those with whom I feel inspired... Dont want any of you to have a go at me though lol. Idk what I'll end up doing honestly, I might just write those with which I feel more inspired forst and then move down the line. We'll see!

Stay tunned for more,

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queenie-official · 7 months

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This is me sending in my Formal request for Modern Au Anakin fics 🙏🙏 i have absolutely no specific scenarios i want, i just need Modern Ani frfr- if you guys can send some my way or tag me in them i would be very appreciative 🫶🏼🫶🏼

i need him biblically 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

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eu-nicola · 7 months

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Anakin Skywalker x Fem! Reader

warnings: sorry english isn’t my first language, mention of death, i didn’t correct this

summary: the love you felt for Anakin was impossible to a certain extent.

i use a face claim because it is easier to write like that

You were a little baby when little Anakin was already very in love with your older sister Padme. You didn't know him well until you were about six years old and you first saw him in the care of Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi and there he was eleven years old. That was the first and last time you saw him in a long time and you remember thinking that he looked like an angel like the ones you saw in your stories or in your dreams. That day you and him had talked while Obi-Wan was taking care of some things and after that you didn't see him again for years.

When you turned fourteen was the day you saw him again and this time he was already a man in your eyes, he was already 19 years old and you definitely still thought he was very attractive, from the first moment you noticed how in love he was with Padme and how he couldn't get away from her even though you understood that he had to be by her side to take care of her, you thought it was too exaggerated.

You did as much time as you could spend with him, Anakin found you very nice and he even found it funny that you were in love with him so he let you accompany him everywhere. During those years you were always aware of the relationship that had begun little by little between Anakin and Padme but you never said anything or gave an opinion about it because it certainly wasn't your problem and you weren't interested although you admitted that maybe it did bother you a little that it was her and not you but only that.

In those years you also became quite a woman, at only seventeen years old you had become your sister's right hand whom she consulted in any situation and since you had always liked this thing of being in charge of your people, you did it. You gladly helped your sister even more now that she was pregnant. And from Anakin's side you had both become very close friends now that you were old enough to go anywhere you wanted, in all this time you had never left the love you felt for him but you did hide it and even more so after Anakin and Padme had gotten married.

Throughout the pregnancy you made sure to help Padme so that she didn't have complications and so that no one dared to ask who the father of the child was, people didn't even think about that before you stopped them and subtly changed the subject afterwards. At the end of the day, people only cared that Padme had a healthy and strong child for everyone. You spent a lot of time next to her on the days that Anakin was away and your relationship with her was one of the best things you had, she was your only sister and you were grateful to have her.

The days were passing and the nights were ending, the day of the baby's birth had arrived and Anakin was not here but you were and you wanted to be by his side at all times while he gave birth, you were afraid and you felt that something was wrong to pass, your sister's strength seemed very weak and you were scared that she couldn't make it, the labor was lasting too long and seeing her like this hurt you, there came a point when the robots asked you to go to what you didn't want and you practically so they took you out by force so that you wouldn't continue seeing the blood that was everywhere, Padme was suffering inside and you couldn't hear any baby.

Until there came a point there was no more noise and you knew how that deafening silence was the most terrifying silence you had hear in your entire life, the door had opened and you had been informed that neither she nor the baby had survived at that moment you fell on the floor crying your eyes out feeling your world break, you went back inside as best you could and said goodbye to your greatest friendship in this universe, you asked the robots to clean her well and leave her baby with her so that when Anakin arrive him could say goodbye too.

Hours later you heard Anakin's scream which no one else could hear and feel like you did. He regretted not being able to be there and you regretted not being able to save her. Anakin didn't reproach you for anything but he didn't talk to you anymore, in fact he didn't talk to anyone anymore, this didn't seem strange to anyone because you all knew how good friends the two of them were so no one said anything and they just left it.

It hadn't been long until you approached Anakin again, more like until he let you approach, you didn't talk much anymore but you did share your time walking around your home in Naboo or eating together, simple things that didn't require much effort that neither of them were fit to do, they were still sad but day by day they helped each other and now that Padme was gone you were the new queen and with a new responsibility Anakin was the first to be by your side in the same way that you did with Padme.

Day by day the situation was improving as you received help from others to be able to exercise your role as queen to the best of your ability, Anakin was by your side at all times even when he couldn't, you felt that he had some remorse for not having been able to save Padmé and now he was always here for you so that nothing would happen to you even if it took him to the dark side. When you realized that the dark side was consuming him, you were scared of what he could do so you slowly tried to get away for your own good and that of everyone.

Despite everything he always tried to look for you and never did anything to hurt you even if you tried to get away from him he never ever hurt you and that made you realize that maybe everything he was doing was actually a good way to protect others. With time and years the two of you grew closer again. The day after your nineteenth birthday it was decided that it was time for you to get married and give heirs to which you flatly refused because you did not plan to have children from someone you did not want.

Thousands of proposals from all the galaxies had come to you but all of them were burned by Anakin before you even thought of reading them, he had become more protective and did not like any man flirting with you to the point that the two of you had argued over such attitudes reaching the point of not speaking for weeks because neither of them would give in. The last fight in your opinion was the worst because you yelled at him why he wasn't the one who proposed to you while you were crying and he had left without saying anything that night and again for a while you didn't speak again.

Time since, one night while you were on your balcony brushing your hair you felt someone stand behind you and to your surprise it was Anakin whom you looked at for a few seconds until he decided to speak letting you know that he was sorry for the way he had acted.

“These years have been difficult for both of us and from the moment I saw how you cried like I did, there was not a single day that I did not think about taking care of you, when I spend so much time without being by your side I am in agony and I no longer want that, never more ".

“Anakin… I.”

“I couldn't watch you marry another man and continue with my life as if everything was fine, I want you to be mine forever in every galaxy even higher than that, would you be my wife?”. By that time he was already so close to you that you could feel him breathing and you could feel his heart racing.

"But you, I know what you are Anakin, I can see how the dark side slowly consumes you and scares me."

“Come with me, let's just be you and me, we can reign together in our new empire.”

He looked at you with so much hope in his eyes waiting for your answer that you couldn't say no because it was all you wanted, what you had always wanted.

" Yes". You could only tell him but it was enough for him.

You both got married in front of a beautiful waterfall away from everyone, you were happy and he was happy to finally have someone by his side, someone he had learned to love genuinely and as he had told you the new empire had emerged some time later and you were at his side step by step like his empress, we brought safety, freedom, justice and security to our new empire.

Months later you had given birth to beautiful twin boys whom both had named Luke and Lion, whom Anakin loved with his entire being just like you, everything was in its place and although there were things that had changed you would do everything again as it was to reach this moment where you were completely happy.

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zoeykallus · 7 months

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After Reading your stories again, damn, I missed them, they were so good and fun :D

So I've got this head canon that Echo wears his headset to improve his hearing (which got bad after getting blown up).

So what about it got damaged and tech needs some time to repair it. In the meanwhile the reader tries to help him get along with his impaired hearing. (And maybe they found out something about their feelings in the process ;)

I just love your one shots and Echo is just my favorite ^^°

And as always, just have fun and don't feel pushed to do anything which you don't like to.

Aloha my dear!

So nice to still have you around! I'm glad you are still enjoying my stuff 😊

And again, sorry for the long wait! Let me see what I can do for you...

Echo x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Without Words

Warnings: Mostly Fluff (Possible Trigger: Mentioned Hearing Loss)

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"Do you really have to do this now?" asks Echo critically, frowning unwillingly as Tech sets about taking the headset off him. He feels uncomfortable, his eyes wandering to the clock again and again. He's excited enough as it is, it won't be long until your second date, and he wants to be on time, especially he doesn't want you to notice any more of his problems. It's enough that you know about his legs and his arm, he doesn't really want to reveal his hearing loss to you right away. Not yet. He wants to wait for the right moment, but when is the right moment for that anyway? Tech says matter-of-factly as always, "You want the problems fixed as soon as possible, don't you? It won't take long." Echo sighs somberly. "Yeah, I do, but I'm about to meet her". "Oh? A second date?" asks Tech, surprised. Echo says grumpily, "Don't act surprised, she simply likes me". Tech shrugs and says nonchalantly, "Our squad rarely has prospects of a romantic nature, by that I mean all of us, not just you" Echo laughs softly and says, "She's only dating me though, and I'm certainly not going to share that girl with you" "If you did, that would be weird too" Tech notes dryly.

He loosens the last screws and takes off the headset. Echo blinks a few times, hearing a low hiss he always hears when he's not wearing the headset. "This feels like shit," he grumbles, only partially able to hear his own voice as he does so. He feels Tech tap him on the shoulder and follows his finger pointing, in your direction. You've arrived earlier than scheduled. He sees your smile and can't help it, he has to smile too. "Hi," Echo says softly, almost timidly, and raises his hand in greeting, a gesture you return. But then you say something to him and all he can hear are muffled, distorted sounds that barely penetrate through the constant static noise. Echo raises both hands toward his ears, shakes his head and shrugs helplessly. "I can barely hear anything," he says louder than usual, and it feels very strange to barely hear his own voice as well. You look from one to the other for a moment, but then you smile in understanding and nod. You exchange a few words with Tech, but he can't understand what you're saying. A moment later, you gently grab Echo's hand and pull him with you. Over his shoulder, he calls out to Tech, "Hurry up with that thing, please."

Tech makes a shooing hand gesture to signify for him to go with you. Outside the Marauder, you walk just a few steps, to a bench beyond the landing area under a tree with a sweeping, low-hanging canopy in full bloom. It's a nice spot, and for the moment you're alone. You feel Echo looking around frantically as you walk, hearing phantom noises and expecting to run into someone or get hit by a speeder. You squeeze his hand encouragingly, gently tugging on it so that he closes in on you. You place your other hand on his forearm and smile at Echo. You can't use words, but Echo sees in your expression that you want to tell him you have everything under control, he doesn't have to worry. He's a little wobbly on his feet, every time he walks without his hearing aid his sense of balance suffers a little, but you gently and safely guide him to the bench beneath the flowering tree. His hearing has deteriorated over time after the Citadel, the damaged eardrums simply not recovering, Tech's guess is that this is also due to some nerve damage. Occasionally, however, the headset needs to be serviced and Echo is actually glad that Tech is taking care of this.

You sit down together on the bench, in the shade of the low-hanging branches. You hear him sigh in relief. Echo trusts you, yet he is glad to be able to sit down and not have to rely on his hearing or sense of balance for a moment. He looks at you, and you sense that something is on his mind. When he speaks, he is again much louder than you are used to, but you don't mind. "Didn't think you'd agree to a second date." You laugh softly, and he smiles when he sees it. Then you raise your hand, showing him first one finger, then a second, a third and so on. Showing him the whole again and again with a big smile. "You want more dates?" he asks, surprised. At your nod, he asks with a wry smile, "What do you want with damaged goods like me, anyway?" You pull a pout and shake your head, wagging your finger reproachfully, before smiling and kissing his cheek. When you look at him again, his cheeks have a little more color than usual. He laughs softly and says, "I like you a lot, too."

Your radiant smile makes his heart beat faster, and he has to take a deep breath to collect himself. This feeling that you trigger in him is quite new for him, but yet he already doesn't want to miss it. The fast pulse, the fluttering in his stomach, the tingling under his skin and this constant urge to smile. He's so excited with you and at the same time more relaxed than ever. "You're very special," he says a little breathlessly. You emphatically place your hand on his chest. "Me too?" he asks with a grin. At your energetic nod, he laughs softly again. You hear Tech say, "Finished with the headset. Am I interrupting?" and turn to face him. "No, you're not interrupting." Echo sees his brother with the headset and sighs in relief. You give them both some space and Tech puts the headset back on Echo. When he's done with it, Tech asks, "So, how does it feel? Can you hear me?" Echo gives him a thumbs up and says, "Fine, Tech, thank you very much" "You're welcome anytime." As Tech leaves you alone again, Echo looks at you, he grins and says, "Now let me hear your wonderful voice" You laugh softly and say, "It's not that wonderful"

Echo beams at you in love and says, "Oh yes, for me, it is". The way he looks at you is so wonderfully dreamy, makes your heart beat faster. "So you said last time you wanted to show me something?" you ask curiously. Echo smirks and says, "Hunter let me have the secondary shuttle for the day." You laugh softly and ask, "Are you trying to kidnap me?" "Something like that, of course, only if that's what you want." "As long as we don't go to Tatooine," you say with a little giggle. Echo laughs heartily. "No, don't worry about it. But have you ever seen a sunset in the lake scenery on Naboo?"

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knightprincess · 5 months

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Wait (Commander Wolffe x Jedi Reader)

Warning: Angst, Mentions of Death, and PTSD. Words: 2.5k Pronouns used: She/Her - No psychically description given Period: Ranges from Clone Wars to Rebels. Mentions Order 66.

Execute Order 66. The three words that ended the war, almost annihilated the Jedi Order and spelled the true doom of the Republic. It was the order that turned millions of clones across the galaxy from free thinkers to robotic killers, human droids. The order forced the clones to turn on their friends in the Jedi and murder them under the guise they were protecting the republic, a republic that no longer existed. It was the order that sealed their fates and traumatized every clone apart of it, far more than anything than being on the front lines of the war could have thrown at them.

For Wolffe, the worst was yet to come. He'd gotten away from the Empire after breaking free from the inhibitor chip control, he couldn't say for sure what had broken its grasp on his mind, one minute the part of himself created as part of the Sith Lord's plan was in control, he was in the back seat screaming for it to stop, fighting to stop what he was seeing. And the next he was in control, the voice repeating Good Soldiers Follow Orders had ceased, the dream-like state had faded, and the bubble had burst. Reality had hit him far worse than anything he had seen on the battlefield.

But nothing could have prepared him for the overwhelming feelings of guilt, regret, and the crushing loss that hit him like a ton of bricks, just hours after he had settled with the relief of being free. Even now Wolffe couldn't tell you which of the three feelings was worse. The guilt was overpowering the best of time, but it was what motivated him to help the band of Rebels when they needed help taking Lothal back from Imperial control. He had to make up for his past doings, he had to make those mistakes right, no matter the cost to himself.

The regret for the things he wished to have done differently were things that constantly plagued him, the little things he should have done differently. Like being kinder to the shinnies when they came off the line, or telling Comet well done after a difficult job being completed. The missed opportunities to tell each of his brothers how much they meant to him, especially the ones who survived the war, but suffered a far worse fate. He truly did regret a lot of things, among them was not telling (Y/N) he loved her one last time, and not being able to truly save her from her broken mind.

By far the loss was the worst part of it all. Waking up from the chip's control to find the Republic was gone and he had helped to bring about its doom. To discover the Jedi Order had been destroyed, and he as well as his brothers had been the reason for it, the unwilling executioners that were forced to turn on and betray their friends and loved ones, only to further the revenge plot the now Emperor had been working from the shadows to see finished. The loss of Plo had hurt, knowing his last thoughts were questioning what was happening as his loyal troopers turned on him and shot him out of the sky, but the loss of his brothers was something else.

Those who got away from the Empire were met with two fates. Either they were left to fend for themselves in a galaxy that despised them and blamed them for what happened or they were hunted down and recaptured by those working in the Advanced Science Division. Either way, fate had cruelty in store for them. Either way, more trauma awaited.

Wolffe's fate after abandoning the empire was to be hunted down, as was Gregor's when he got away, and eventually those a part of the enhanced unit Clone Force 99, when their value to the Empire was truly discovered. At first, the battle-worn commander had gone out there alone, with one purpose. Find his beloved Jedi Knight, (Y/N) (Y/L/N). He'd heard the rumors of her survival, the stories on the lower levels of Coruscant of civvies taking pity on an injured Jedi, matching her description, they'd helped her flee the core world, to somewhere in the outer rim, and a few senators had aided in her escape.

Eventually, he found her, working with Rex to sow the seeds of what would eventually become the rebellion that fought against the Empire. A rebellion built on hope and sacrifice for a better future. A future she'd never get to see. Like with him, fate was cruel to (Y/N). It would answer her question about what truly happened to her best friend Anakin Skywalker in the worst way possible. A fate no one would ask for and was arguably worse than his own.

"What's wrong with him?" asked Zeb, gesturing towards the old mismatched-eyed Commander. Wolffe appeared to be staring off into space, not paying any attention to what was going on around him. Rex and Gregor had turned to their brother shortly after, Gregor noticing he held on to (Y/N)'s duel-bladed lightsaber, while Rex took notice of the hologram alight in front of Wolffe. The Jedi Knight and once hero of the republic who had stolen his heart. Both men knew Wolffe had lost his way when (Y/N) had been taken from him the first time, but he hadn't been the same since he had lost her for the second and final time.

"Give him time, he'll be okay" replied Rex, a sigh escaping him as he remembered (Y/N). She'd taken many secrets to her grave, unbeknownst to the Captain of the 501st, one of them she kept to protect him. The truth on who Vader truly was. "Sometimes the past gets to him, what the empire did and took away still haunts him. He's never gotten past losing the woman he loved" he worded, recalling when Clone Force 99, or the Bad Batch as they preferred finally found where Dr. Hemlock was stationed, when they infiltrated the base, hoping to find both Omega and Crosshair.

What they discovered was terrible, to say the least. Clones that once served the republic strapped down onto tables, tortured, tormented, and forced to suffer all in the name of science. Some were in tanks, others were left to die a slow and likely painful death. Others had been incorporated into Phase 1 of the Death Trooper program, to which the constant torture would have been far kinder. Among those rescued that day were Crosshair, Omega, Tech who had survived his fall, Cody, Wolffe, and Comet. Despite the best efforts, both Cody and Comet passed on shortly after returning to Pabu.

"That's (Y/N)" whispered Kanan, upon glancing to the hologram. She was one of the few Jedi the people of the Empire hadn't forgotten, remembered along with Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Plo Koon, Yoda, and Mace Windu. She was supposedly killed during Order 66 but eventually reappeared, being captured and taken Nur, nobody truly knows what happened to her there. For months many theorised she'd been killed by Vader or one of the inquisitors after being tortured for information.

In reality, the constant torment and suffering had done something far worse, it had broken her mind and shattered her will to continue fighting until she found strength in the dark side. Until she had willingly joined the inquisitors as the First Sister, second only to the Grand Inquisitor. She wasn't sent out to hunt very often, but when she was she never failed. More often than not (Y/N) was the one whom Vader called upon when he needed assistance with his mission to destroy what remained of the Jedi.

"Where is she now?" asked Ezra, not quite putting two and two together, or catching on to what haunted Wolffe every waking moment. Rex and Gregor could only share a common glance, knowing losing her once was bad enough for Wolffe, but twice was nothing less than cruel. Even when he'd spared her more suffering.

"Gone" grumbled Wolffe, his voice resembling that of a growl upon the memories he tried so hard to bury over the years came back. How his heart sank when he was rescued, learning (Y/N) hadn't been found since both of them had been captured. His refusal to give up hope had paid off, but it hadn't lasted long. When he was reunited with her, her once pretty eyes were the orange/red of the Sith, her mind twisted by the dark side and all she had learned to rely on was constant suffering. Her mind had become so twisted she no longer knew the difference between good and bad, and no longer recognized herself.

"When she was captured, the empire corrupted her mind via torture. She became an inquisitor" voiced Rex, recalling Wolffe's refusal to believe she couldn't be saved as others stated. Instead, he tracked her wherever she went, and became a thorn in her side even at the risk of his own life. When the opportunity arose to capture her again, he took it. Bringing her aboard the ship, he, Rex, and Gregor shared at the time, determination alight in his mismatched eyes, he was going to save her and help her heal, he wasn't going to fail her again.

"She's one of them?" accused Zeb, recalling his encounters with the pests known as Inquisitors. Although he'd admit he didn't know who they were before, just that they were out hunting for his friends, his family in Kanan and Ezra. Thrust they were his enemy.

"Was" corrected Rex, not taking any notice when Zeb fell into silence and Sabine glanced to Kanan and Ezra, seeing their surprise upon hearing one could stop being an inquisitor. "Wolffe refused to give up on (Y/N). When he had the chance to get her away from the Empire he took it, we tried for months to help her, and it worked for a time until it became clear they wouldn't let her go" he added, shivering at the memory of Vader hunting them, of the villages and towns he burnt and the innocents who were slain just to get to her.

"They killed her" guessed Sabine, not seeing any other fate that could have been waiting for the former Jedi Knight. Although the Mandalorian could only assume her death if it was at the hands of the empire, wouldn't have been quick. They would have seen her as a threat to them, those who rebelled against their iron fist rule would have seen her as a beckon of hope.

"No, I did" growled Wolffe, standing briefly before slumping back into his chair again. (Y/N)'s lightsaber tightly in his grasp, the only thing he truly had left of her now. A stray tear slid down his cheek upon remembering the day burnt into his memory. The four of them were on the run, looking for a way to lose Vader, and the Inquisitors hunting them, looking for a way to get off the planet. When it became clear they had no way out, when they became cornered, (Y/N) fought Vader and the Inquisitors off for as long as she could, all but ordering Rex, Wolffe, and Gregor to go.

But Wolffe had refused to leave, he couldn't bear to lose her again, lose another he loved. So he stayed at her side until she used her power to push him away. Speaking the haunting words of I Love You beforehand. The moment the former Commander of the 104th Battalion realized the inquisitors intended to turn her to the dark side again, he made the hardest choice. Once again he aimed his blaster, but this time at (Y/N), he closed mismatched eyes and pulled the trigger. He saved her from further torment, assured she would finally be at peace, but at the cost of shattering his own heart and being forced to live without her.

"It was the only way to save her" whispered Wolffe, knowing she was still with him. He felt her there during the moments when his PTSD got the better of him. He felt her hand on his shoulder and could swear sometimes he heard her voice willing him to continue his fight. He sensed her there during the toughest moments when he struggled with the past.

"That's why you went into hiding" commented Ezra, figuring the trio of clones hadn't just decided to "retire" due to their accelerated aging. They were among some of the best battle-tested minds there was. The rebellion needed them to survive, but it was becoming clear at least Wolffe needed a reason to fight. He'd lost his will the day he had to kill (Y/N) to save her from repeating the cruelty of being broken and twisted again until she lost herself once more.

"We know (Y/N) would have taken the opportunity to stick it to the empire if she was here" laughed Gregor, his golden eyes glued to the hologram of the Jedi Knight in question. To the hologram of the friend waiting for them. "She was a fighter, a shining light of hope we needed during the darkest days of the war. Let's not let her down now by sitting by and doing nothing"

"So you'll fight with us" questioned Zeb

"Yup" replied Gregor. "It's about time we remembered who we are, right Wolffe?" he added, nudging Wolffe who had since stood, the old Commander didn't pay much attention though, instead looking to the back door of the old walker. Where he could have sworn he'd seen a figure bathed in a blue glow standing. Where he saw (Y/N) standing, nodding with a proud grin, as if she was finally answering his call to see her again. As if she was encouraging them to fight for something they chose to believe in rather than something forced upon them like the Republic and Empire.

"You see her right?" asked Wolffe, too afraid to look away in case she disappeared again. Rex only offered a small soft smile upon seeing (Y/N), a guiding angel for them to follow, as she had been once before in what felt like a lifetime ago. A life that seemed far less complicated than the one they had now. Back then they were soldiers created to fight a war, to sacrifice. Now they were relics of the same past as the Jedi and the Republic. They survived the horrors the empire threw at them, abandoned and left to fend for themselves, broken and forgotten by the galaxy around them.

But now, it was time to rise and fight once again. Remind the Emperor why clones were created in the first place and remind him why they were better than the conscripted troopers he relied on to defend the weakening empire. This time they weren't going to be soldiers of the republic, commanders in a war they didn't choose. They would be beacons of hope amidst the shadow the empire cast across the galaxy, they were going to fight and sacrifice for a cause they chose to fight for.

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Songs in the Kitchen (Bad Batch fluff)

Summary: You're appalled when you find out about your new team's lack of nutrition and...well, what fun is cooking without a little dancing? Hunter x GN Reader and (platonic) Omega and Reader. No warnings, just cute domestic fluff.

A.N: Got this idea while making dinner last night and listening to Temuera Morrison's cover of Can't Take My Eyes off You. So, you have Clone Daddy to thank for this XD Also!! I have a bone to pick with this song! All my life I thought the lyrics were "I would walk 500 miles" but it's not?? It's "roll"??? My whole life is a lie. Anyway, I hope you guys like this, reblogs and comments are much appreciated!

"If they ever upgrade this ship, you'll help me convince them to invest in an actual kitchen, right?"

For possibly the fifth time you had rammed your foot into Gonky as he, you, and Omega shuffled around the pitiful table that the soldiers insisted was 'fine enough' for food provisions.

Omega chuckled as she climbed onto said droid to give you some more room. "You got it! I think cooking will be really fun in a real kitchen!"

You smiled down at her, the light in her eyes instantly alleviating any annoyance your stubbed foot may have caused you. You still couldn't believe that you only just discovered last week that Omega, nor any of her clone siblings, had ever learned the basics of cooking. Wrecker insisted that shooting wildlife and spit-roasting them counted...you did not. There was a difference between survival hunting and actual cooking!

In fact, the batch had been quite unphased when you observed the fact that they only ever seemed to eat ration bars and whatever slop they got from local cantinas. That caused a whole uproar on your part, scolding all of them for not caring more about their health. Yes, eating ration bars during the war was...unfortunate, but a harsh necessity. Eating them while away on whatever job they took was...acceptable, you supposed. But when they spent days on a reasonable planet with plenty of resources?! You couldn't believe they thought it was rational to still only eat those dry, tasteless bricks!

So now, here you were carving out the tiniest space available on the ship in an effort to cook your friends a somewhat decent home-cooked meal. Omega, always the bright-eyed wonderer, was eager to help while her brothers were in town for supplies.

Right now 'helping' was mostly just learning, since there honestly wasn't much room for her to do much. But you appreciated the company.

You rummaged through a box of things Tech had gathered for you; things he said were 'adequate cooking substitutes' in lieu of actual utensils, searching for a pear knife. You managed to dig up a serrated vibro dagger....alright, good enough.

While you chopped away at a strange local fruit, and Omega looked on with rapt interest, you couldn't help but smile. Despite the odd circumstances, the whole setting was quite domestic, and you thought of how happy it made you, that Omega was getting her own version of such an experience. Omega, who, like her brothers, had never had parents to dote on them and teach them, to have simple, warm moments like this with.

You hadn't noticed that you were humming until your hips started moving to the melody in your head. It was such an old song, but one that always made you feel so, whimsical, perhaps?

After scooping the first fruit into the bowl you moved on to the next item, one that Hunter had mentioned trying in the market the other day.

Hunter.

The thought of him made some heat fill your cheeks. You wondered- or rather, hoped, that he would like the meal you were making. The night after you had made such a fuss over their eating, Hunter had mentioned something to you, a far-off look in his eye like usual, as if he had a million things on his mind and that was just the one floating to the surface.

"Meal times weren't exactly a good time for us," he'd mused, not even looking at you, "even during downtime on Kamino, it was just another reminder that we didn't belong, even among clones."

That confession, along with an off-handed comment Omega had once made about no one but her sitting with them in the mess hall made your heartache.

Well, this will just be your chance to make mealtime a good memory for them!

Even more determination swelled in your chest as you moved about the small space, you'd have each of them smiling over your food if it killed you!

In fact, with each in mind, you started portioning off Hunter's plate when it came time to add the seasoning. Couldn't have his enhanced senses going mad with too much spice.

That old melody came floating back to you again, as you thought of the handsome sergeant.

"Pardon the way that I stare There's nothin' else to compare The sight of you leaves me weak There are no words left to speak"

The lyrics came easily as you worked, they were words of something pure, innocent; a rarity in this galaxy. A silly little dance even weaved its way into your movements.

"But if you feel like I feel Please let me know that it's real You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off of you"

"What are you doing?"

Omega's sudden question snapped you out of your daze- just in time to ram your foot into Gonky again.

After shaking the limb out with a curse you looked up at the child with a brow raised, "Uh?"

"What was that? That strange talking?"

You tilted your head, "Um... you mean my singing?" Come on, you knew you weren't a concert vocalist or anything, but did she really think you were that bad?

Omega's eyes went wide with excitement, "Oh! That's what singing is?"

"You've never heard singing before?!"

Unabashed, the girl just shook her head, "No, I mean, I've heard music before. Every once in a while Nala Se would play some Kaminoian music while she worked, but it was just sounds, no voices."

You stood there stunned for a moment, unable to think of anything to reply with. Just what else had this poor girl been deprived of in her childhood? Now that you thought about it, you'd never heard the boys play any music either. Maker, you hoped they had at least heard singing before.

"Omega," you started after a moment, "would you like to hear some of my music collection while we cook?"

You honestly had not thought it possible for her eyes to sparkle more, but the little one managed it.

"So you think we got enough?" Wrecker groaned, shifting the crate on his shoulder.

Tech didn't look away from his data pad as he answered, "We acquired everything on the list we were given, I can't fathom there would be any reason for complaint. Even with our friend's sudden, irrational concern for our eating habits."

"Don't mock it like that," Echo chimed in, "I think the change in pace is nice. You can't tell me you actually like those ration bars day in and day out."

"I fail to see how 'like' is of any consequence," was all Tech huffed in response.

Hunter, who was walking ahead of them all, let out a sigh. He wanted to tell them to pick up the pace, but bit back the urge. You had insisted that you could scrape together the first meal with what you had on the ship already, but, if their haul from the market could make your task easier, he wanted to get it to you sooner rather than later.

All of this was just so...sweet of you to begin with. Hunter never wanted to complain about anything regarding their life style, not during the war, not now, it was what it was, and he accepted that. You could have done the same, but instead, you went out of your way to improve things.

Hell, you could have just balked at their lifestyle, and made your own, separate from them, made your own food to eat in your own part of the ship. Instead, you had decided to include them all in your efforts, even putting up with their grumbles and gripes with that cute, bossy attitude you got when you were determined.

Hunter found the whole thing incredibly endearing.

Not to mention your inclusion of Omega. You were giving the little one an experience, a memory that she would carry with her always. The sergeant felt his lips curl up at the thought. You were a good companion for Omega...you were a good companion for all of them.

Unfortunately, his happy little musings were brought to a screeching halt as his hearing picked up on something. His enhanced senses did that a lot, noticing things before his brain could really register them. They were nearing the ship and, had the voices sounded distressed, he would have been on high alert. Instead, they sounded...was that, singing?

"When I go out, yeah I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you When I get drunk, well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you!"

The sound was almost foreign to Hunter's ears, your's and Omega's voices sounded quite different, but it was definitely your vocals crooning over what he now realized was music.

"What is that sound?" Tech asked behind him. They had gotten close enough now that even his brothers could hear it. Hunter could just imagine the shrugs and confused looks they were giving each other as he opened the door at the top of the loading ramp.

"And I would roll 500 miles And I would roll 500 more Just to be the man who rolls a thousand miles To fall down at your door"

In all the years he'd been aboard the Marauder with his team, he'd never seen something quite like this. Your music blared through the ship's speakers while you and Omega danced in the small space he'd cleared for your make-shift kitchen.

"When I'm working, yes I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who's working hard for you!"

You threw something into the sizzling pan atop the would-be hotplate Echo had improvised for you, before leaning down and taking Omega's hands in a silly little jig of a dance.

"And when the money, comes in for the work I do I'll pass almost every penny on to you"

"Hey hey!" Wrecker cheered, dropping the crate in the doorway, "A dance party!" and just like that he joined the happy fray.

Your eyes lit up upon seeing them, and if he'd thought you would stop, he was wrong.

"When I come home(When I come home), well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you!"

Your dance turned into some jabbing motions, aimed at them to go along with the apt lyrics. Hunter was glad you didn't stop, with the delighted look on your face and the squeal of delight from Omega as Wrecker lifted her atop his shoulders, his soft smile was back tenfold.

"Well," Tech began, the smallest traces of amusement in his voice, "things are certainly lively with them around."

Lively indeed, because when the song's chorus picked up again, no one was safe from the infectious, joyous mood. Wrecker lunged forward, leaving Omega to grab hold of both Tech and Echo and drag them to the proverbial dance floor.

In turn, Hunter felt a warm hand grab his, and you pulled him into a bouncing dance that would have been right at home around a bonfire.

His face felt a little hot despite himself, but he looked down at you, a fondness in his eye he didn't even know he was capable of as you sang along with the song.

"When I'm lonely, well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the one who's lonely without you"

Hunter couldn't help himself, he tuned out the actual song, focusing wholly on your voice as it wrapped around the words. And, for just a little while, Hunter imagined that you were singing them to him and him alone.

"And when I'm dreaming, well I know I'm gonna dream I'm gonna Dream about the time when I'm with you"

Maybe someday you would sing for him, but for now, he was content with this.

"When I go out, well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the one who goes along with you"

He took a chance, and pulled you in just a little closer as he tried to keep up with your silly dance.

"And when I come home, yes I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the one who comes back home with you"

Yeah, he was more than content with this, for now.

"I'm gonna be the man who's coming home with you"

#bad batch #bad batch x reader #hunter x reader #tbb hunter x reader #tbb hunter #star wars x reader #sw #hunter tbb x reader #sw tbb #deeja writes #oneshot #fluff

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mini-fic 3! Cere POV. linguist!Cal, Mantis Crew as Family, Merrin & Cal bonding 1.2k words

“This one?”

Cal squints at it for half a second, says “yes,” then looks back down.

“What about this one?”

“Yes.”

“You didn’t even look!”

“Greez, that’s the third time you’ve shown me that one.”

“No, it – oh, wait, haha, yeah it is. Okay. Let me see….”

Cere watches in fond amusement as Greez goes back to the shelves. Merrin comes over with a tome from deeper within the city library and angles it in a way Cal can look at it without straining his neck. His expression brightens and he takes it, running his fingers over the edges and corners.

There’s a slight twist in the Force that Cere’s beginning to learn means he found an echo. She has to focus pretty hard to feel it so she only pays it enough attention to be sure Cal’s not about to fall into anything nasty – not that she can do anything about it if he does, but she likes to be prepared – and tunes back into the softly murmured conversation between Merrin and Cal.

The Nightsister looks absolutely delighted at having found something in a language Cal doesn’t recognize, all quiet pride and subtle preening. Cere hides a smile behind her hand. Adorable. Cal flips the tome open and the two of them duck heads, Cal underlining a few words with his finger and saying something that Merrin repeats. He shakes his head and says it again. Her face twists in thought as she sounds it out before giving it voice and he nods rapidly, grinning. She smiles back, one of those small soft ones that pops up whenever it’s just her and Cal.

Cere is just about to go back to her own readings when Greez arrives, BD-1 whirling on his shoulder, a book held over his head in triumph.

“Ha! Try this on for size!”

Cal takes the book carefully. “I know this one,” he tells Greez, who groans in disappointment. “But, oh wow.” He flips through a few pages, lips moving as he reads the text silently to himself. “I can’t believe they have a book written in pre-Reformation Gwyrdd’tafodi. Do you know how rare that is? When they switched over, they deliberately destroyed all they could! An archivist hid this away for a hundred years in order to get it safely off the planet. It kept getting passed down the family line until one of them got passage on a ship.”

Greez crosses one set of arms, his free hands on his hips. He watches Cal fondly as the young Jedi’s excitement grows with every page flip. “You know, I would’ve never pegged you as such a gigantic nerd.”

“Jedi were scholars and peacekeepers before they were soldiers,” Cere says quietly. A hush falls on the group. Cal ducks down, shoulders hunching, eyes kept resolutely on the page though it’s obvious he’s not reading a single word. She smiles and adds lightly, “We’re all nerds.”

Cal laughs first, tinged with grief and legitimate delight. He tucks the book Greez brought under the one Merrin showed him, which makes Merrin throw Greez a smirk and for the latero to throw his crossed arms up in the air in a huff. Cere rolls her eyes fondly and catches Cal’s gaze. He grins, unrepentant, enjoying whatever contest is going on between their friends. It gets Cal more books without him getting up, so he’s not going to stop them.

Greez’s frustration is amusing to watch, especially when he snatches BD from scanning the book Cal has open so he can co-opt the droid’s database to help find a language Cal doesn’t know. It’s not helping. BD-1’s database might be filled with years and years of history and culture but knowing the intimate details of a language instead of just a simple dictionary is completely different.

Merrin listens to Cal read out loud for a few minutes, humming at all the right moments, but obviously thinking hard about something. Cere gives up on reading her book and focuses on the two of them, curious as to what’s going to happen next.

“How many languages do you know?”

Cal’s teeth click he stops talking so fast. “I don’t know,” he admits with a shrug. “Sometimes I don’t even realize I know a language until I see or hear it again. Sometimes not even then! It doesn’t always register it as a different language. It’s just…words I understand.”

She tilts her head, expression intense. “Could you learn Dathomiri?”

He grins and quips something in the smokey, gritty sounding language of Dathomir. Merrin’s eyes widen, and then, suddenly, they glimmer with a wetness both Cere and Cal pretend they don’t see.

Knuckles pressed to her lips, she breathes a very quiet, “oh,” before clearing her throat and adding roughly, “Your accent is terrible.”

“Is it though?” Cal asks smugly.

Merrin scowls. “I will teach you more…if you want to learn.”

Cal’s expression softens. “I would love to. Thank you for sharing it with me.” He adds something in Dathomiri at the end that has Merrin abruptly turning back to their shared book, expression pained and grieving.

Cere nudges the Nightsister with a tendril of the Force and gets a small smile in response. They don’t share the same bond as Jedi do, but theirs is enough for Cere to believe her. She settles back in her chair, musing on what her life has become, sharing a bond with a Nightsister, before she shrugs it off and fully intends on finally going back to her reading with Merrin and Cal’s back-and-forth as a background noise.

Except Greez comes back again, the book he carries is much thinner than any of the ones stacked around Cal like a barrier. BD-1 clicks excitedly and Greez is grinning smugly as he waves the book in the air.

“Did you know this place has an unknown language section? Guess who found it!” he all but brags. Merrin frowns, nose wrinkling while Cal laughs brightly and holds out a hand for the book.

Greez slaps it in his hand, earning a scandalized look from one of the librarians. Merrin and Cere laugh as he hunches down with quick apologies. Cal inspects the book carefully. If there are any echoes, they’re soft and quick. He grins.

“Congratulations, Greez, I don’t know this one.”

The latero cheers silently, all four arms thrown up in victory.

Merrin rolls her eyes. “You still lost. I found one first.”

Cal hums. “Best two out of three? This place is open for another five hours.”

The two of them exchange looks for a full second before Merrin jumps out of her chair and rushes into the depths of the library. Greez yelps and follows her as fast as he can without running. Cere hides her face, as though that will keep people from realizing they’re with her. Cal laughs, covering his mouth with his book. His eyes peek over, glittering in mirth. He pulls the book away, and holds it to his cheek, leaning in like he has a secret. Cere can’t help but lean in to hear it.

“I already know the language,” he admits.

Cere blinks at him then laughs loudly – nearly getting them kicked out of the library.

#cal kestis #cere junda #nightsister merrin #greez dritus #sw jfo #jfo fic #mantis crew #my writing #there's an alt version of this that's more bittersweet and 200 words more #it brings in the Order of the Dai Bendu and the Dai Bendu language #I just couldn't decide which version I liked more and went with the funny one instead #if anyone wants me to post the other version lemme know #that's if someone reads this far into the tags lol #i need to figure out how to get these onto ao3 #i don't want individual stories but i haven't posted a drabble/ficlet fic in a long long time #and even then the last one i did were full 5k+ oneshot chapters #oh well #imma stop talking now

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heaven-s-black-box · 5 months

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Stony Beach- Skywalker Family

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Recovery date: July 16th, 2022

Description: In which Anakin never became Vader and the Skywalker's go to a beach with no sand (of course).

Notes: An entry from my 2022 research project into the universe of Star Wars. You can find the next entry here.

Word count: 681

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“Carefull, the rocks could be sharp!” Anakin called as Luke and Leia wobbled across the beach.

The Skywalker family was taking a small vacation on a nice little planet full of rocky beaches. Perfect, in Anakin’s opinion, because it let the twins go to a beach without him having to deal with sand. There were many things Anakin would compromise for his twins, but right now sand was not one of them.

Padme would join them later, having to finish up some peace talks with the seperatist aligned government on behalf of the republic. It was rocky, but the separatists and republic had found common ground in being manipulated by the sith.

But she would join them soon and had promised to bring lunch.

“Dad! Dad! Look at this cool rock,” Leia grinned, running back up the beach, waving the rock in the air.

Luke was hunched over by the edge of the water, poking around in the shallows, while Leia stopped halfway to pick up another rock. One in each hand, she stuck them both as close to Anakin’s face as possible.

He bent down, crouching in front of her and letting her point out things she noticed.

“It looks all glittery, and this one is two colors. Can I give them to mommy?”

“I think she’ll love them,” he smiled, ruffling her hair.

“Ah!” Luke wailed.

Anakin jumped up, Luke didn’t yell often, and found his son cradling his hand and running towards him.

“There-”he sniffled, trying not to cry, “there was a thing, and-and it had pincers, and it pinched me!”

Sighing in relief, Anakin picked Luke up and gently took his hand. He turned it over a few times, checking for broken skin, and only found slight irritation.

“Well, I don’t see any blood, let’s get some ice from the cooler, okay?”

Luke nodded, wiping at his face with his other hand, as Leia reached up on her toes to pat his back.

Awkwardly, Anakin crouched down and opened the cooler. As he picked and wrapped an ice cube in one of Padme’s handkerchiefs, Leia snagged two juice bottles and handed one to Luke. Anakin put the ice on Luke’s finger while he chewed on his straw, and Leia went back down the beach.

“Leia, don’t go poking the animals, okay?”

“Okay!”

“You want to stay here for a bit or go back to playing?” He asked, kissing Luke’s temple.

“I’m gonna go play with Leia,” he mumbled, hopping down from Anakin’s knee and running back to his sister.

He sighed.

“They never stop moving, do they?” He asked, looking back over his shoulder at Padme as she poked out from behind a rock.

She smiled, holding up a small basket.

“Like someone else I know.” Padme handed him the basket and took a seat beside him, resting her head on his shoulder as they watched the twins stand in the tide. “This is nice.”

“It is.”

He smiled, kissing the top of her head and watching Leia try and splash Luke with water.

“Do you think, if we hadn’t had the twins, you would’ve stayed?”

“With the temple?”

“Mhm.”

“No, Obi-Wan was right, I’m too emotional.”

“Ani…”

“I don’t think it’s a bad thing, it’s helped me before. It kept me fighting, drove me to be better and never give up on my friends. But then I almost gave in, to Palpatine and the dark side, all because I wanted to save you and the twins.”

He sighed. This was a conversation they needed to have, but he wasn’t used to being able to be open.

“The council was willing to look past that, they offered to help you.”

“They have their own problems, no one trusts the jedi after their role in the clone wars, they didn’t need the added weight of this. Besides, it’s not the jedi way.”

He opened his mouth to say something else, when Luke and Leia spotted Padme and ran over.

“Let’s finish this later,” he whispered, as Padme sat up and opened her arms to catch the twins.

#researcher s's recovery #s's 2022 recovery project #star wars #anidala #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #luke skywalker #leia organa #fluff #angst #oneshot #sw oneshot

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bribinart · 1 year

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(blows a kiss at the sky) for l’yntel l’aroon

#big work in progress but idk if i'll be able to pick it up again oop #hopefully tho!#lyn #lyntel laroon #campaign podcast #star wars oneshot #sw campaign #my art #wip #procreate

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techwrecker · 4 days

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Vader Catches the Race (Ficlet)

Words: <500

Warnings: N/A

A/N: I thought it would be funny/endearing if Vader happened to catch Tech’s race. Enjoy!

Despite being “Dictator of the Galaxy”, Darth Vader still liked to keep up with pod racing every now and then when he had a moment’s time between menial meetings with his generals or during especially lengthy travel.

He flicked on his portable holo as he walked down the hall, ignoring the saluting soldiers as he passed. A far more dangerous division of pod racing was airing across the channels- Riot Racing. Having been a podracer in his youthful past life, Darth Vader typically kept an affinity for the traditional rules of pod racing, but the Force urged him to catch the tail end of the race playing out before him.

The holo showed that one of the racers had just sped away from the pit stop, weapons clanking to the ground behind him. The announcers identified him as an amateur. Darth recognized that this was an unorthodox approach to Riot Racing as weapons were enthusiastically encouraged in this sport. This only raised his enthrallment of the race.

The racers were coming on the Tri-Tunnel. Apparently, the left tunnel was under construction, so most racers sped into the middle or right one. Not the amateur. Another risk? This racer was either extremely calculated or had a death wish.

Darth Vader stopped mid stride and held the holo up closer to his masked face. He found himself rooting for the underdog, wanting the unconventional tactics to win the race. He let his free hand clench in anticipation at his side.

The racer had been able to pull through the tunnel and was now sandwiched between the remaining racers. He dodged a grab attack, letting the arm fly onto the leading pod. This gave him enough room to speed into first place, just before the finish line.

His crazy strategies had worked! He had won the race. The announcers congratulated the winner over the comms system.

Had they said Tech? Surely this wasn’t the Tech he had been acquaintanced with, long ago.

The winning racer pulled into his pit stop and hopped out of the cockpit. It was him. The genetically modified clone pulled off his helmet as he was greeted by another, bigger man and a young girl. Darth recognized him as Wrecker but was unfamiliar with the girl.

He let his hand relax. The crowd in attendance began to chant his name.

Tech! Tech! Tech! Te-

Darth Vader shut off the holo. He stuffed the device into his side pocket as he continued toward the flight deck. But, as he glided down the hallway, cape flowing behind him, a small, involuntary smirk grew behind the intimidating mask.

A small part of him, far in the depths of his subconscious, was somewhat relieved to know that at least a few worthy clones were left in the galaxy— even if they were now at oppositions.

#star wars #tbb #tbb tech #the bad batch #sw tcw #tbb wrecker #tbb oneshot #darth vader #anakin skywalker #darth vader oneshot #star wars oneshot #sw prequels

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miseries-mistress · 2 years

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FANTASY | ANAKIN SKYWALKER

Synopsis: If anyone asked who Anakin Skywalker was, you would say an impulsive, confident, snarky with a one-track mind. With all that said, you never would have imagined Anakin would fight Ventress, alone, without a lightsaber for what seemed like no apparent reason. So why did he? Why would Anakin's cleverness give way to sheer stupidity?

Warnings: female reader, slight angst (like minimal angst), fluff, confessions, anakin (he is a warning of his own), happy ending. W/C: 2420

Notes: kind of inspired by one of my eddie fics. this one is just ok, don't expect too much from it

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"How could you be that stupid, Anakin? Taking Ventress on your own? I mean, seriously!" You paced back and forth, your shoes squeaking on the tile with every turn. Anakin eyed you wearily, transfixed on the way you moved. If it weren't for the fact that you were publicly chastising him, he would drink in the way your hips moved, the delicious curve of your body, and the fierceness in your eyes that made him discreetly adjust himself in his seat.

"If I didn't take her on, then–"

"Then she would have run into Master Kenobi, someone with a functioning lightsaber Ani!" He winced at the nickname, sinking further into the seat to escape your fiery gaze. First, he had to deal with Obi-Wan, then Ashoka, and now you telling him off for his lack of thinking. It wasn't that he wasn't thinking straight. He was simply worried about your safety, one of the few things he prioritized over the mission.

While he knew very well that you were more than capable of taking care of yourself, he still agonized over you, and Anakin knew that if he distracted Ventress until Obi-Wan arrived, you wouldn't have to face such a powerful foe. So his decision was quick and decisive, with no regard for the future, something he didn't often do.

His quick thinking resulted in a deep gash from her lightsaber in his leg, which was propped up on cargo. The slash burned away a chunk of flesh on his thigh, leaving a constant aching pain in his leg. The most minor touches were agonizing like someone was spreading gasoline over the injury, adding to the fire he felt burning through his leg. And even though the pain was immense, he would take a thousand of the same cuts if it meant protecting you. You are his everything. Someone who made him feel closer to the light than he ever thought possible.

Now, thinking back on it, he can see how such a decision was a fool-hearted one, but the desire to project you obscured his vision, the very thing Obi-Wan had feared when he had learned of his attachment.

You dragged your hand down your face, your eyes falling to the floor. Anakin had always been adept at concealing his emotions. However, now amidst his guilt, you could feel the weight of it on your shoulders, threatening to sink you into the ground. The clones had left by now, leaving you and Anakin in the empty chamber.

"You didn't even have a lightsaber, for Maker's sake, Anakin. I mean, seriously, how many times has Master Kenobi said-"

"This lightsaber is your life, yeah, I know, I've gotten that speech many times before," Anakin muttered dejectedly, slumping in his seat. At that moment, you could see how much the weight of his actions affected him. You felt a rush of sympathy in your chest, pulling on your heartstrings. You checked each corner before deeming it safe to sit next to Anakin, much closer than it would be considered professional.

"Why?" you asked. That was the question, the only one you should be concerned about. Yes, Anakin wasn't the most level-headed person. Yes, he often made impulse choices for the sake of the greater good, but in this particular scenario, you were lost on the why of his actions because today was one of the few times he crossed the line between recklessness and stupidity.

Anakin bit his tongue, his mind sorting through several scenarios on how he could explain his motives. "I…I wanted to protect you."

You scoff, throwing your head back. If Anakin wasn't worried about the future of your friendship, he would have found the action incredibly attractive, and despite the voice in the back of his cautioning him about such thoughts, he watched the curve of your neck, admiring the angle of your jaw and the arch of your lips. You were indeed the most beautiful person he had ever laid eyes on.

"I don't need protection Skywalker," you scowl, crossing your arms over your chest defiantly. "I can take care of myself."

You lower your head, staring straight ahead, your eyes catching the crates of supplies in front of you.

"I know, Y/N, I just–"

"You didn't want me to fight Ventress, right?"

Anakin's head whipped around, his wide eyes glistening as you continued to stare at the crates. How did you...?

"Your thoughts are loud." You paused for a moment, letting the words sink in. "And after all this time, you still don't trust me."

You stood up, smoothing out your robes before stepping out of the hangar without another word. Anakin watched your figure disappear around the corner, your signature fading from his as he sunk even lower in his seat. This is not how he wanted things to turn out. Sure he knew you weren't going to be over the moon about what came off as a lack of faith in you, but a part of him hoped you would be grateful that someone cared enough for you to put themselves in harm's way to ensure your safety. But who was he kidding? It was inconsiderate of him not to put his faith in you, and if he did, you would probably be in his apartment, napping with him for a couple of hours before the Council requested a mission briefing. All he wanted to do was to make sure that the person he secretly loved the most was safe, that's all, but of course, he found a way to fuck it up.

He knew not so deep down that you didn't return his affections. You were level-headed, clever, with a witty attitude that drew his breath away every time you spoke, and Anakin was, well, Anakin. He was confident, bordering on cocky, snarky with no incentive to hold his tongue, good with mechanics but horrible at socializing. He was in no way deserving enough to stand on the same podium as you, someone who was flawless in every way and much more of a model Jedi than he could ever be. He was by far not good enough for you.

It all made his head spin, the insecurity eating away at his self-confidence, leaving a hollow of a man behind. He wasn't deserving of your good graces, but you had also managed to fill a hole in his heart he didn't even know existed. You completed him, gave him purpose, a reason to fight in this pointless war because maybe someday he could tell you of his growing affections and be able to promise you a life without violence. It was a fantasy, a highly unrealistic one, but it offered him a reason every time he clipped the lightsaber to his belt, every time you embraced him after a mission well done, every time you shared a fraction of a moment with him, it gave him the strength he needed to push forward and end this inhuman conflict.

In the end, it was nothing but a fantasy. Anakin knew he would never muster enough courage to admit such feelings to you and ruin your friendship. He much preferred having you in his life as friends, no matter how much it killed him, than for you to abandon the years of friendship you've built over something the Jedi Council would never allow. And right now, he needed to focus on getting back in your good graces because, without you, he was lost, with no way home.

With determination fueling him, Anakin stood up and was met with black spots dancing across his vision. He stumbled back, placing a hand on the wall to steady himself as he hissed in pain. In his resolve to talk to you, he'd forgotten about his wound, which seemed to be burning his entire leg alive. He waited a moment, letting the black spots disappear and the room to stop spinning like a top. The pain slowly settled into a dull throbbing, and he took his first step forward.

It took a few steps before he got his bearings and followed your Force signature to your apartment.

He wrapped his knuckles against the door; two hard pounds and one soft one. It was your secret code from when you were children, one you made up to identify each other. You emerged a second later, still wearing your tattered and soiled robes from the mission.

"What, Anakin?" you asked, exasperated.

Anakin fiddled with the hem of his robes, a habit he had picked up from his early padawan years that stuck to this day, no matter how much Obi-Wan chastised him for it.

"Can I come in?" his voice is soft, full of insecurity as his eyes meet yours. You got lost in the murk of his ocean blue eyes, flooded with an emotion you couldn't quite place. Reluctantly, you broke the contact, allowing Anakin to step through the threshold of your home. He stood in the center of your apartment, letting his eyes wander over the familiar walls. It was plain, like all Jedi's apartments due to the code forbidding possessions, but it still felt distinctly yours. Perhaps that was due to your scent lingering in the air or the slight messiness of the room that made it home.

When Anakin's eyes befell yours, he could detect a hint of frustration behind them, making his heart sink further into his stomach. He was so wrapped up in the thought of making amends with you that he quickly realized he had no idea what he wanted to say. Anakin took a deep, calming breath that his master always instructed him to do before beginning anything of importance. He felt the Force around him, every living thing humming in harmony with each other. He let the gentle waves of your presence wash over him like a cleansing bath. It filled him with a sense of contentment and the air of confidence he needed.

"Can I sit?" Anakin gestures to your couch, and your face lights up in surprise.

"Yeah, sure…" you trail off awkwardly. It's encouraging to know that you seem less heated than before. It made his chances of apologizing much easier. He took a seat on the cushions, sinking into them while he waited for you to take a seat next to him before he spoke.

"Look, Y/N, I apologize for acting impulsively earlier and misplacing my faith in you…it was wrong of me." The air of confidence he held only moments ago seemed to have vanished. His body felt panicky, his hands turning clammy as he ran them down his robes. Your face fell, a solemn look overtaking it, and Anakin internally panicked. Was it something he said? What did he do? Why were you suddenly so–

"I'm sorry to Ani."

Now that caught him off guard. His surprise must have been written all over his face because you sighed before elaborating. "I shouldn't have gotten so upset. It's just…it felt like you didn't trust me enough to take care of myself, even after all the battles we've fought together, and I don't know…."

Your eyes fell to the floor, obviously unsure of how to proceed. Anakin grabbed your hand in his, and his other clasping your chin with his thumb and pointer finger. He lifted your head, so your eyes met. He found himself entranced by how they danced over his face, their depthlessness swirling a forbidden emotion inside of himself, one he never let take permanent root in his mind; love. Pure unbridled passion, an emotion so strong it could have knocked him off his feet.

"I care about you a lot, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing you. I thought what I was doing was to protect you, even though you are far more capable than me to handle Ventress." Anakin's lips curve into a grin as you chuckle, your body melting into his touch. "You had every right to act the way you did."

"Thank you, Anakin," you breathe, your tone softer than you intended. His own irises stared back at you, exquisite and enchanting, and you sensed the air around you changing into something mirroring longing. A similar feeling bloomed like a flower as you caught yourself slowly falling into him as if pulled by gravity. You felt the warmth of his breath on your lips, hearing the sharp hitch as it caught. You were so close, so agonizingly close to what you both wanted more than anything else in the galaxy.

In an instant, his lips found yours, sending a warm ache through your body. It's the most electrifying feeling you've ever felt, making your head spin and your stomach erupt in butterflies. You kiss back instantly as Anakin's hand leaves your chin, cupping your face. Your hands find his hair, tangling in his luscious locks, pulling on the ends as you deepen the kiss, which elicits a moan muffled by your lips.

Anakin has never tasted anything so sweet. It's like paradise each time your lips connect, and he pushes himself impossibly closer to you, craving your touch more than anything in the universe. Surely, nothing else in the galaxy could offer a feeling as sweet as this or taste so divine.

He groaned when your lips, which felt nothing short of heaven, left him, and he took the chance to catch his breath he didn't even know he needed. He's positive he's a mess of desire and want, but he can't find it within himself to care. Not with the way you're looking at him, with such lust churning in your pupils that it sends passion tingling down his spine.

"I care for you, Y/N, more than you could ever know," he admits, his cheeks almost imperceptibly flushing a soft shade of pink. You chuckle, pecking his lips.

"As do I."

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oceansssblue · 2 days

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*barges into your askbox, breaking down the door*

may i request a jedi fem!reader x tech where they are on a mission together after some time, and they get separated from the rest of the group. she fights very well against some opponents but ends up getting just a bit bloody and hurt, mostly due to an aggressive fighting style, that of a warrior. tech notices all the new scars n stuff on her face and forearms and is worried. she insists she's fine and tries to brush it off, even though she doesnt like them and makes her less of a jedi and more of a warrior. he comforts her telling her things like your a great general and you don't have to follow the code perfectly to still be a good jedi. so basically first kiss fluff and comfort, a bit of angst.

sorry it was so long! have a great day/night

I love Tech soo muchhhh 🥹 This was a cute idea, so here it is! Hope you like it.

Next request will feature Commander Mayday I think!

Stay tunned,

Xx,

Sky.

"JEDI WARRIOR"

TBB REQUESTS —TECH/F READER

WARNINGS: Blood, scars. A sprinkle of angst but mostly fluff and comfort 📩💔💖

"I'll distract them!" your voice shouts loud and clear through the batch's coms frequency.

Tech frowns, dodging a shot and quickly neutralising the droid responsible for it.

"General..." he begins, clearly not happy with the offer, but you cut him of quickly.

"That's an order" you almost bark back to him.

You don't mean to be mean or harsh. But you're in the middle of a battle, there's lifes on danger, and though you know Tech's worried about you, you can't let that distract you. You need to distract your enemies so the Batch can get to their base; so they can get the information needed. Information that will save hundreds of lifes and will be valuable to the Republic. You know Tech will probably have a list of the things that could go wrong with you getting separated from them in his mind; but it's your choice, ultimately. If you die, so be it. You'd do it honorably.

Tech clenches his jaw.

"Yes, General".

You run away, jumping over dozens of droids and never slowing down, your orange lightsaber dancing through their lines, a blur of light in the almost darkness of the arriving night. While you atract the majority of their troops and pull them far away, the Batch advances. You hope you can hold them off til they get what you need.

Time passes, and your enemies seem to close around you. Droids are not the main problem; the natives of Garsa are, riding big felines with sharp teeth that painfully closes around your arms and legs more than once. One of the predators catches your ankle and pulls, dragging you through the dirt; and you can't help the furious, painful scream that leaves your mouth, twisting around quickly and stabbing your lightsaber through his own open mouth. The animal screeches and dies.

When you hear Hunter's voice through your coms again, half an hour later, you're on the verge of falling unconscious. You can barely fight much longer; energy drained even with your extensive Jedi training. You feel blood all over you, mixing with the dirt of the ground you've been rolling in. It tingles painfully, all the open wounds on your body; specially the deep scratches on your face, that tugs with every facial expression and movement.

You must be quite the sight, because when the Batch comes near you, Tech suddenly halts upon seeing you. A second later, they're all standing around you, helping you to get rid of the last enemies and giving you cover while you start your hurried way back to the Marauder.

Once you're safely flying away on the ship, you collapse down onto the floor. Wrecker grabs you before you can really slam down onto it; lowering you gently. Your mind feels dizzy with exhaustion; and you've almost fallen asleep in place when Tech kneels besides you, route already established and on automatic pilot.

His fingers carefully brush your hair away; chocolate brown eyes studying you worriedly.

"Let's get you cleaned up and fixed, General" he whispers, putting your arm over his shoulders and tugging you up to a stand with him.

You grunt in pain and lean most of your weight against him.

"Don't know if I can stay up and conscious through a shower" you mumble tiredly.

Tech starts a slow, careful walk towards the bathroom. The rest of the Batch scatters throughout the ship, tending to their own wounds and exhaustion.

"That is okay" Tech answers, unbothered. "You could stay with your underware on and I could assist you with that, if you would be comfortable with such situation".

You glance at him and inevitably smile. His cheeks are slightly flushed, though he's trying to keep his voice and posture as professional as possible. You know it's a weird situation, and he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable.

Maybe you would be with Hunter or Wrecker or Cross. But you've always felt safe and at ease with Tech specially; and it would be just one soldier helping another. Of sorts.

" 'M okay with that" you give him your permission, and Tech nods quietly.

Once in the bathroom, you hold yourself with a hand against the wall and slowly pull your clothes of. Tech intently stares down at the floor; only risking a quick glance upwards when you let out a small whimper of pain. Your pant's are abandoned on the floor; but your bloody shirt is stuck to a wound on your stomach, and just touching the material of the shirt makes your wound burn.

"Let me" Tech asks, gently, and you push your hands over your head, staying as still as possible while he carefully separates the shirt from your skin and pulls it off of your body.

You sigh in relief and thank him before wobbling into the shower. Tech's hand stabilises you; and he makes sure to catch you whenever you stumble a bit too much for his comfort. You get rid of the dirt and blood, being specially carefull with your injuries; and then gently dry your skin with a towel.

Tech takes a step back –dropplets of water running down his still in place armour–, eyes glancing down at the floor again. You smile with his consideration of your privacy; though the smile dissapears from your face when you take a look at the small mirror in front of you.

The wounds are deep, and they will scar. One crosses over your nose, another cuts vertically through your left eyebrow, and two other big ones slashes your right cheek. Smaller ones go over your lip, though you think those will heal nicely. You open your towel and glance down, analysing. There's more across your body. You...

"Don't look like a jedi" you unconsciously mumble out loud. "More like a warrior".

Tech's eyes meet yours through the reflection of the mirror. He frowns, and you fake a smile while you pull yourself out of your thoughts. You hide under the towel.

"I'm fine".

It's obviously a lie; and Tech has always been intelligent.

His hands hesitantly land on your shoulders; thumbs caressing slowly.

"You're a great general" he tells you, gentle. "This was a suicide mission, and yet we all made it out fairly well, considering the circumstances. You don't have to follow the code perfectly to be a good Jedi. Jedi's use the Force to help people, to bring peace to the galaxy. Isn't that what you do everyday?"

His words make your heart ache. Your eyes fill with tears.

Yeah, you do. Maybe he's right. Maybe you don't have to follow the code literally step by step. Maybe what you're doing is enough. You're only human, after all.

Maybe...

You turn towards Tech. He's tall, and handsome, and polite and gentle, intelligent and caring. You've always liked him. Always felt something towards him, even if you've tried to burry it inside your soul.

Maybe... Your hands tremble as they make their way up to his face; carefully cupping his cheeks. Tech blushes, but he doesn't glance or move away. He's still, breathing heavier, eyes fixed on yours, waiting expectantly. His hands slowly travel down your back to your hips; his back curves down to close the distance between your lips.

You cling to his shoulders, stand on your tiptoes, and kiss him. Your eyes close with a relieved sigh, and you can feel him first tensing, then relaxing, into the kiss too. His lips are soft and his movements meassured and gentle; kissing you like you're the most important thing in the galaxy. You feel warm and safe. Excited and in peace at the same time.

When you separate in order to breathe, he caresses your cheek in wonder and presses his forehead against yours with a happy sigh.

Yeah. Maybe it is okay.

THE END.

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Yoooo I'm on fire everybody! Writing nonestop requests for yall!

Still got a few to go (another Tech, Mayday, Wolffe, Hunter, some non romantic ones...). Be patient, I will get there.

Think this one turned out well.

Stay tunned!

Sky.

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