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WOW, my first time back on tumblr in weeks, and you immediately made me cry 😭

This was beautiful as always, love! Thank you so much for sharing 🥹

Someday

A/N: Happy Cody Day!

Pairing: Commander Cody x Reader (GN)

Rating: T

Wordcount: 526

Warnings and tags: straight fluff; established secret/forbidden relationship.

Summary: You enjoy a quiet morning with the man you are absolutely not supposed to be with.

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Shore leave mornings were your favorite. They were too rare, these golden, stolen moments with Cody when you didn’t need to sneak past security holocams or explain your presence outside the marshal commander’s quarters to overzealous troopers patrolling the hallways of the Negotiator. Mornings like these were to be savored, and you hoarded them like the precious treasure they were. No comlinks, no datapads. Just slow, lazy hours sipping caf that hadn’t come from an industrial machine and reveling in the quiet intimacy of time alone with your lover.

Cody was reading a volume of Venestrian poetry—an actual flimsi edition he’d found in some charity shop in the Mid-Levels. You lay on the sofa with your legs draped across his lap, dabbling lazily with a piece of charcoal in your sketchbook. At that precise moment, you were trying to capture the exact way the warm sunlight filtering through the sheer curtains caught on the planes of his cheekbones and cast deep shadows on the hollows of his face. It was a futile task if ever there was one, but still, it gave you an excuse to admire him openly.

The only sounds were the soft scratch of charcoal on paper, the occasional rustle of a turning page, and the music playing quietly from your favorite holoradio station. The song ended, and a new one began, its melody hauntingly familiar.

“I love this song,” you murmured absently.

He glanced at you, then set aside his book. “Dance with me.”

“Hmm?” you asked, startled.

“Dance with me,” he repeated in a low voice.

He tugged the sketchbook gently out of your hand, then trailed his fingers up your wrist. With a tiny smile, you shifted your legs off his lap, and he stood, offering his hand to help you up. He pulled you to your feet and seamlessly into his arms, swaying in time to the slow beat just as the singer’s lovely, wistful voice joined the instruments.

“Is that Ryl?” he asked.

“Yes,” you replied. “She’s singing about…”

You trailed off, keenly self-conscious about your tendency to monologue. He smoothed his hand up your shoulder and stroked his thumb across your clavicle softly.

“Tell me,” he whispered. “What is she saying?”

“She’s singing about all the lovely, distant places she wishes to see—Naboo; the temple ruins at Jedha, Cantonica; Scarif; Rugosa. She wants to experience them all instead of just staying at home on Coruscant.”

“Does she ever go?” he asked.

“No. It’s a song about longing, not about doing.”

“That sounds sad.”

You considered for a moment. “I don’t think it’s sad or happy, either one.”

“No?”

“It’s more like daydreaming or wishing.”

He gazed pensively into your eyes, tracing his thumb up the side of your throat. “Is that what you wish for?”

You shrugged. “It's not like we haven't seen our share of the galaxy.”

“I wouldn't exactly call what we do sightseeing,” he observed drily.

“True,” you laughed. “Maybe when the war is over, we can see it together.”

“Mmm.” He pressed his lips to your forehead. “Sounds nice. No more fighting. No more hiding. No more pretending.”

“I know,” you sighed. “Someday.”

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"Sometimes, when things are falling apart, they may actually be falling into place." — (Unknown)

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WELCOME BACK, DARLING!!!!! WE HAVE MISSED YOU SO SO MUCH 💙💙

#seven speaks #seven answers #sweet things for sev

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DJ!!! THIS IS PERFECTION!!! As always you NAILED the characterization of everyone, and I heard every line in their voices.

And Fenn Rau?! 😩 I need him like I need air! This kiss was perfect, and the thought of him flying away with me?! I need to go touch the surface of the moon. Grass won’t cut it.

Thank you thank you thank you for this!!! I love every word 🥹

I know you’ve gotta be tired of seeing me in your inbox🫣, but I’m back again with a first kiss request from the B-side

may I please be so bold as to request:

"are you sure about this?" with THE Fenn Rau 🤩

SEV MY BELOVED! I will never, ever be tired of seeing you in my inbox! I apologize for how long this took me to turn around, but the muse strikes when the muse strikes, and today, the muse struck in the shower (where else?). And so, without further ado, I give you:

The Protector of Chopper Base

A/N: I hope you enjoy this offering for an extremely rare blorbo. Fenn fans are an endangered species, but we have each other’s backs. The (slightly fudged) prompt will be in bold blue 💙

Pairing: Fenn Rau x Reader (GN; medic)

Rating: T

Wordcount: 845

Warnings and tags: fluff; smooching; Wedge Antilles is a warning; AP-5 is an omen

Summary: The Protector of Concord Dawn helps you unwind after a hellish shift in the med bay.

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There weren’t many truly private spaces at Chopper Base, but just inside the perimeter, you’d managed to find a cozy little cargo crate that afforded at least a semblance of solitude—a quiet place where you could unwind after shifts in the base’s “med bay,” which was just an official way of saying, “a relatively clean place where you could perform first aid and triage.” Some days, you’d join Zeb in his hideout to decompress, but if work had been particularly grueling, you’d sneak off to your little corner to be alone.

Sometimes you’d sit and stare out at the wilderness beyond the perimeter fence. Other times, like today, you’d lie on your back on top of the crate, eyes closed as you soaked up the sun, the silence, and the solitude. Alas, privacy was an illusion, and your peace was soon shattered by a familiar voice.

“Doc! Come quick, it’s urgent!”

“Is it really urgent, or is it ‘Wedge urgent’?” you asked without moving or opening your eyes.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Wedge asked, affronted.

“Is anyone dying?” you asked.

“No.”

“Does anyone have a broken bone, or a wound that is actively bleeding?” you pressed.

“... No.”

“Is it about inventory?” a second voice cut in—a voice that never failed to make you smile when you heard it.

“Uhh…” Wedge sounded sheepish.

“Then it can wait,” the voice replied.

“But AP-5—”

“The Doc deserves a break,” the voice interrupted firmly.

Wedge sighed in defeat, and you heard the sound of his retreating footsteps. After a moment, a shadow passed over your closed eyelids, blocking out the sun. You opened your eyes and squinted up, unable to suppress your smile when you saw Fenn Rau gazing down at you with an amused expression.

“Is he gone?” you whispered.

“For now,” he replied.

“Thanks to the Protector of Chopper Base,” you smiled.

You sat up to make room for him next to you on the crate, and he sat down, his beskar armor clanging against the durasteel.

Damn it, he smells good. I probably smell like bacta. And worse.

“Long day?” he asked.

“Hmph,” you replied, which he correctly interpreted to mean “hellish.”

“I assume you don’t want to talk about it?”

“You know me so well,” you replied. “Please tell me you brought spotchka.”

“I brought spotchka.”

He held a durasteel flask, and you sighed happily. “Gods, I could kiss you right now.”

He smirked. “Are you sure about that?”

Your gaze flicked from his eyes to his lips and back again. “Yeah, actually. I am.”

His eyes widened, and a warm blush swept over his face, washing his cheeks and ears in a shade of pink that clashed adorably with his red hair. You leaned in slightly, giving him plenty of space if he wasn’t interested, and when he didn’t retreat, you raised your hand to trace your fingertips along his jaw and draw him closer to you. He swallowed audibly, and then he leaned in.

The first brush of your lips against his was light, soft. He drew a breath sharply through his nose, and when you grazed the tip of your tongue against his lips in gentle exploration, you heard the durasteel flask clatter to the ground and roll away. His hands, now free, wrapped around the back of your head and pulled you more firmly against him as he kissed you deeply.

When your lips parted at last, he caressed your cheek with his knuckles. The distant, professional part of your brain noted that you were experiencing several intriguing symptoms: tachycardia, tachypnea, presyncope. The rest of your brain just knew that your heart was pounding, your breath was racing, you felt lightheaded, and you wanted to do it all over again. You tilted your head closer again, and—

“There you are,” AP-5’s imperious, annoying karking mechanical voice cut in. “I’ve been looking for you, medic. I have a list of several inventory discrepancies that require your immediate attention.”

You closed your eyes, drew a deep breath through your nose, and counted to five. It didn't work, so you continued on to ten. When you opened your eyes, Fenn still held his face very close to yours.

“Would you like me to shoot him for you?” he offered, his breath warm and soft against your lips.

“I beg your pardon?” AP-5 demanded.

You tilted your head, pretending to consider. “I mean, it’s not like I’d be the one who had to patch him up. I repair organics, not droids. So... Sure. Go for it.”

“Now, wait a moment!” the droid objected.

“We could also just go somewhere else,” Fenn observed. “I’m fairly certain we could outrun him. I do have a jetpack, you know.”

“True,” you replied. “Besides, he’s found my hideout now.”

“Quite right,” Fenn said as he stood and extended a hand to help you up, then retrieved the fallen bottle of spotchka. “Your position has been compromised. But I have a fallback.”

“And I can think of a few compromising positions I’d like to explore,” you replied.

“Shall we?”

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sev-on-kamino · 4 months

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THANK FUCK FOR THAT!!!

#seven speaks #finally #it’s all coming together

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sev-on-kamino · 4 months

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cody and fox: i can’t believe he’d lie to me (after both lying to each other)

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I feel so strongly about these two, and I just want them to be ok 😭😭😭 Get it together, Croissant!!!

Chapter 8

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5, Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Chapter Summary: The one in which feelings are a struggle, conflict is had, and siblings meddle.

Rating: T, SFW

TW: Lots of angst in this one, Arguments and harsh words, mild cussing

Sunflower Divider by @saradika

Author's note: There's lots of angst in this one, I'm sorry! But it's setting up for the next chapter to be lots of fluff. So, I hope that makes up for it.

The next couple of hours were pure chaos. Isabella contacted Hunter and the rest of the batch to come secure Crosshair and figure out what had happened. Once he’d been moved and secured to a bed, the sight of which practically broke her heart in two, the group gathered around to discuss the best course of action.

Isabella took great care to make Crosshair as comfortable as possible, panic pooling in the pit of her stomach that he would wake before they’d finished. She took her hand-held scanner and began a cranial scan, “Tech, what exactly should I be looking for?”

“Previously, the chip was emitting electrical pulses that mimic that of the brain’s neurons firing, but I was able to identify a .0075 second delay in the chip’s pulse relative to regular neural functioning. Try focusing your scan over here,” Tech points, indicating the scarred area near his temple, “That is where our chips were located.”

Hunter stood, leaning back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest and a deeply confused expression on his face, “I thought his chip was already removed?”

Tech nodded, “As did I. The scan revealed no signs of an active inhibitor chip.” He motioned to the scarring on Crosshair’s face, “It would seem that the level of scar tissue around the chip interfered with the scanner’s effectiveness.”

Bells observed the results of the scan on her datapad, pointing to the data, “Perhaps the scarring also interfered with the chip’s ability to influence Crosshair. That could explain why it took so long before he was affected.”

“He has had a lot of headaches… Kriff! He’s had a working chip this whole time.” Echo sighed, rubbing his hand over his face.

“Evidently.” Tech joined Bells in reviewing the data from the scans, “I believe you are correct, Doctor, the same scar tissue that blocked the chip from the scanner is precisely what has prevented the chip from maintaining control over Crosshair’s mind.”

She responded hesitantly, her concern obvious, “So…how do we remove it? Safely.”

“Without access to the same facilities that we were able to use, the risk of injury or death is greatly increased. Doctor– Show me your medical database. I need to know what we have to work with.”

After some time, while keeping Crosshair sedated to avoid any further incidents, Tech is able to boost the capabilities of the available facilities, updating the medical database with scans Tech had collected, and fabricating a sort of make-shift operating machine.

Once it had been set up and sufficiently calibrated, it was time to begin.

“Tech you’re absolutely brilliant, but there is still a significant amount of risk without access to the appropriate machines…” Isabella hesitated, worry etched into the downward curve of her lips and the furrowed scrunch of her brow.

Echo placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, “Can you do it, Tech?”

Tech adjusted his goggles to fit more securely on his face and gave a curt nod, “I have updated the databases and capabilities within our limited resources. That being said- Of course I can do it.”

“Then do it.”

With that, they cleared the room, leaving Tech to his work, with an anxious Doctor Isabella remaining in case he needed assistance.

Crosshair wakes with a groan, blinking rapidly and forcing himself into a sitting position. Memories rush back like a flood, images flashing behind his eyes, an overwhelming cycle of feelings– the pain, the loss of control, fighting the urge, no– the command, to neutralize the threat. He saw the fear in Bells’s eyes, his hands closing around her neck, heard her panicked voice calling to him.

He crashed back into reality as he felt gentle hands on his arm, on his back, guiding and supporting him in case his strength failed. He blinked rapidly, vision clearing to see Bells pull out a scanner and begin her final checks. She sighed in relief, eyes flicking quickly to meet his before returning to whatever the result of the scan indicated.

Crosshair’s face scrunched and his mind raced, so many emotions clouded his mind, but he latched on to one that felt familiar and easy. He was angry. Anger he could do. Anger wasn’t complicated. Anger just burned.

He put a hand up to stop her as Bells reached up to direct his chin, though he was careful not to grab her wrist, not like before. “Don't. Touch. Me.” His voice is a low, vicious growl.

She stopped, shocked eyes scouring his face for answers. She spoke hesitantly, as if afraid to startle him, “I need to finish these checks to make sure nothing was damaged when we removed the chip. I'll be done in just a second–”

“Stop. Let Tech do it.”

“He was trained in field medicine, it's a little diff–”

“He's smart. He'll figure it out.”

“But–” Bells leaned in, trying to catch his gaze. “Crosshair? Talk to me…”

“Why? Want your kriffing project back?” His voice dripped with condescension and venom.

“Cross–” Bells was hesitant, unsure.

Crosshair stood, he hovered over her with fists clenched against the shaking, chest heaving. He looked almost panicked. Then he shook his head and snarled, “What– you think because we kissed that it meant something?”

She froze, this was too swift of a change, her mind couldn’t make the jump. What was happening?

He smiled, a sharp and dangerous grin, with no hint of humor or warmth, “You’re too soft, Bells. This world will break you. I would break you.”

That snapped her out of it for a moment, heat rising on her face as she clapped back, “Yes, I’m soft. But I am not weak. Yes, I’m kind and I care for people. But don’t ever think that that means I don’t understand pain. I know pain.” She takes a deep breath and continues, voice a little softer but certain, “It takes strength to be soft in this world.”

“You know pain… You’re a kriffing ball of sunshine. What do you know!?” His eyes flicked down to the bruises on her neck. Bruises he caused. “Stay away from me, Isabella–”

She watched his eyes lock on the bruises and frowned, “You’re not protecting me by pushing me away, Crosshair! I don’t expect this to be a blue milk run–”

He looked her straight in the eyes, holding it for one intense moment, then sneered. His voice oozed condescension, “You once told me you care what I want. I want you to leave me alone.”

“Gah! You’re so convinced that you're this irredeemable monster, that you think that everyone else should think so, too–”

“Hate to break it to you, sweetheart. I am a monster.”

“I don’t think you’re a monster, Crosshair–”

“YOU. CAN’T. FIX ME, BELLS!”

“I’m not trying to! You’re not a monster. Just a soldier. A brother. A man who was used over and over again…”

“You don’t know me…”

“I would if you’d let me.”

“I’m done. We’re done.”

Crosshair watched Bell's face fall, could feel something breaking, but he clenched his teeth harder, preferring to return to the familiar feeling of pain. She left the room quietly and Crosshair ignored the cold feeling in his chest. Tech entered after her observing the whole situation with calculating eyes.

Crosshair pointedly ignored the observant gaze of his brother and submitted silently to his scan. Tech went about his checks in silence, giving Crosshair room to breath and formulate his thoughts. After Crosshair began to relax, his tense muscles loosening slightly, Tech broke the silence, “Dr. Isabella is a very capable woman. There is no reason she could not have done this.” He continued his work, checking the data for any sign of anomaly.

“She should stay away from me.”

Tech responded in his matter of fact way, as he always did when presented with a puzzle, “If you are concerned for her safety, you need not be. Your actions were not your own.” He paused, but Crosshair remained silent so he continued– presenting further evidence, “However, we have successfully removed the inhibitor chip and you are no longer in danger of its effects.”

“Tech. SHUT UP.” Crosshair spit the words like venom. Anger, bitterness, and fear warring for purchase across his face, “The chip was never the problem. It was me.”

“Crosshair-”

“NO.”

“I fail to see–”

“Are we done here?”

Tech sighed, but conceded, “For now, yes.”

Crosshair stood and rushed out of the room, pushed past the crowd that was waiting for him, and stormed out the door. If he noticed the worried, tear stained face of one particular ginger-haired woman, he refused to acknowledge it. Once again, pushing things deep, deep down.

Crosshair stomped down the slick Pabu streets, paying no attention to the rain pouring from a dark, overcast sky. His face was contorted in a profound scowl, tears streaming down his face which he ignored, and his fists clenched painfully. He didn’t know where he was going, only that he couldn’t go home– it was too suffocating. He couldn’t go shoot– there were too many memories, and he couldn’t go to the marauder– that would be the first place they’d look and then there would be too many sympathetic looks and attempts to comfort him. No. He needed to get away. Far away.

His feet carried him through the different quarters of Pabu but he didn’t register a single view. His mind was in turmoil and he felt himself giving in to the dark edges of despair.

You were always meant to cause pain. To kill. To destroy.

You were not made for softness. For kindness.

You are a weapon.

Nothing more.

The chip was just a part of who you are. You cannot escape it.

You cannot be free from it.

IT IS WHO YOU ARE.

A strong breeze whipped past Crosshair, pelting him with heavier drops of rain and nearly causing him to stumble. A bright tinkling sound filled the air, loud and demanding attention as the wind blew through. Crosshair froze. His mind was silent for a moment. Then, he felt the crushing weight of guilt, shame, and white hot anger. Thoughts came crashing back in, filling his mind with a painful buzzing.

You never should have let her get close.

You’re a selfish asshole. It was only a matter of time before you hurt her.

You’re alone now.

It’s better this way…

At some point, his feet found their way home and he collapsed facedown on his bed with no regard for his drenched clothes. Darkness found him in his sleep.

Crosshair wasn’t sure how long he stayed in his bed before the air-dried clothes became too uncomfortable to ignore. Time was blurred and nebulous, he blinked and found himself sitting under a steamy stream of water in the ‘fresher. He blinked again and found himself sitting once again on the edge of his bed. The next blink he could hear loud banging on his door, which he ignored. Eventually, the knocking stopped, but instead of silence came the invasion of his two loudest and most boisterous siblings.

“Cross!” Wrecker bellowed from just inside the front door.

Followed by Omega in a sing-song voice, “Crooooossshaaair!”

Crosshair groaned, it came from deep down within his soul, and rubbed his hands roughly over his face. Wrecker burst into the room, grin so wide it hurt Crosshair’s face just to see it, and grabbed him by his shoulders and forcibly made him stand. “C’mon, we’re going fishing!”

“No.” He managed to grumble. His complaint fell on deaf ears as Wrecker practically hauled him out the door of his own home, pushing a fishing pole into his hands.

Omega was nearly vibrating with excitement, grabbing one of Crosshair’s hands and pulling him into motion. Despite his reluctance, Crosshair didn’t have the strength to care enough to fight so he followed his siblings.

Once they arrived at Wrecker’s fishing spot, it was a small dock that jutted out into the open water, Wrecker helped Omega to bait her hook and safely cast the line. Crosshair sat on the end of the dock, long legs dangling over the water, and leaned back with eyes closed. He tried breathing with the sound of the waves, hoping despite himself that he could drown out the raging thoughts in his mind.

Wrecker sat down next to him, he knew his brother well, knew not to force Crosshair to speak when he was sulking. He slowly prepared his own pole and cast the line into the gentle waters and waited. They stayed like this for a time, with Omega recasting her line once or twice before declaring fishing “boring!” and running off down the beach for something more interesting.

“My chip activated, too…” Wrecker eventually broke the silence. His voice was soft, much softer than Crosshair ever remembered hearing from him.

“Wrecker–”

“It was on Bracca. ’An I– I attacked our squad. Tech. Hunter. Echo. Even little ‘Mega. Kriff! You should’ve seen her face, she was so scared. Of me!” His voice broke, his eyes cast down, “The whole time, I was fighting to stop it. Never felt so weak in my life. It felt like— Like there were two of me and both were right–”

Crosshair ground his teeth, “I don’t want to talk about this.”

“I’m just saying… I know.” Wrecker put a hand on Crosshair’s shoulder.

Crosshair knew his brother was trying to be comforting, trying to help, but the voice in his mind kept yelling that he didn’t deserve it. What good was comfort to him now?

“You should talk to her, ya know.”

He turned away with a bitter snarl.

Wrecker continued, pushing passed the familiar sharpness of his brooding brother, “She doesn't blame you–”

“Well she should.” He snapped. It was harsh and he knew Wrecker didn’t deserve his ire which only served to further his guilt and regret.

“Did you want to hurt her?”

He was yelling now through clenched teeth, “It doesn't matter! It never matters! What matters is that I DID.”

“Talk to her, Cross.”

“No.” He took a few deep breaths and shook his head, “No. It's better this way.”

“Don't y’think she gets to decide that?”

He stood abruptly and turned on his heel, “I'm going home.”

As Crosshair walked away, his long legs taking huge strides, Wrecker yelled at a distance, “You're coming to the Lifeday Festival on Benduday!”

“BITE ME.”

Laughing loudly he shouted back, “I’ll be there at 6!”

The next few days Crosshair spent periodically at the shooting range, forcefully shutting down the memories of training days and pushing them down into the recesses of his mind. He lost himself in the rhythm of the shot. Target, breathe in, breathe out, shoot, repeat. His mind ran through calculations instantly, factoring wind direction, secondary targets, and trajectory without a second thought.

Eventually, he was joined by Omega, who he deliberately ignored and continued shooting the targets as they appeared and shifted along the shooting area. To his relief, Omega didn’t bother him with useless questions, or gaze at him with that frustratingly expectant expression. Instead, she set up her own lane of targets, readied her energy bow, and began shooting. In his peripheral vision, he gauged her skill and accuracy to be moderate, impressive enough for someone her age and without the clone’s normal level of training.

Omega paused in her practicing, breaking her silence, much to the irritation of her brother, “Why don’t you talk to Izzy anymore?”

So much for that… Crosshair groaned, ignored her, and lined up another shot, taking out a row of six targets in quick succession.

Undeterred, Omega tried again, “Did she hurt you?”

He rolled his eyes and made a shooing motion in her direction, “Go bother Hunter– he actually likes it when you bother him, for some reason.”

She shook her head, “If she did hurt you, I’m sure she didn’t mean to–”

“You’re not meddling in my shit, Shortstack. Knock it off.”

“I just– You obviously miss her.” She stood facing him now, hands on her hips like some miniature copy of Hunter. Insufferable.

He took the used, heavily chewed toothpick from his mouth and flicked it down at her, it bounced off her shoulder, and ordered, “Out.”

“I don’t have to.” She didn’t budge.

“Then be silent, kid.” Crosshair returned to taking quick shots at the targets, ignoring the nearly vibrating presence of his sister behind him.

“I just think you were happier when she was around…”

“Omega.” He warned.

“Crosshair.” She mimicked his tone, “Izzy’s nice. I like her. And I think you do too.”

Crosshair sighed deeply, ignoring the pang in his chest telling him she was right, and began cleaning and packing away his rifle.

“You know I’m right…” She taunted.

Crosshair groaned, collected his things, and walked swiftly away. He wasn’t running. He was walking swiftly.

Omega giggled and shouted after him, “See you on Benduday!”

Omega and Wrecker wandered the market, looking for items to help the preparations for the Lifeday Festival. They just so happen to run into Isabella, not at all because they’d been looking for her…

“Izzy!” Omega shouted, waving excitedly and running up to catch her in a tight hug. Wrecker followed up close behind her, smiling widely.

“Omega! Wrecker! What a nice surprise!” She hugged back, as always adding an extra squeeze before letting go.

“Will you come with us to the festival?”

“That’s sweet, Omega, but I don’t think that’d be a good idea.” Izzy’s smiled sadly, “I, uh, I won’t be going actually.”

“Why not? I want you to be there!”

“It just… It wouldn’t be a good idea. Cross– Crosshair doesn’t want to see me, and I think he needs to be there more than I do.” She plastered on a quick smile, “Besides, I’ve still got to finish patching up Lula like you asked me to. That’ll give me time to finish.”

“Why isn’t Crosshair your friend anymore? Why doesn’t he talk to you anymore?”

Izzy sighed, “...It’s complicated.”

“But…I think he still wants to be your friend. I think he wants to talk to you…And you want to talk to him. And, you still want to be his friend, right?” Omega’s words came out in a rush, tumbling out almost of their own accord.

“Omega…”

“Why don’t you just make him listen? That’s what Hunter does when he wants me to listen.” She scrunched her nose petulently. She heard Wrecker chuckle.

She shook her head and sighed, “Let me ask you this– Before you left Kamino with Hunter and your brothers, did you ever have a time where you got to choose what you did or who you got to spend time with?”

Her voice grew quiet and mournful, “...No. I was always with Lama Su.”

“Well, Crosshair didn’t either. And now, he does have that choice– He said he wanted me to leave him alone and I don’t want to take that choice from him again.”

Omega’s eyes lit up and she leaned forward expectantly, “But– If he wanted to, would you talk to him again?”

Isabella squinted her eyes, but nodded, “Of course I would.”

Omega jumped up and clapped, “Great! Then you have to come tomorrow!”

“Omega, I already–”

“Oh! And wear the blue dress!” Omega was grinning like she’d just found treasure with Phee.

Laughing, Wrecker leaned in and whispered, as much as the big man was capable of whispering anyway, “It’s his favorite.”

Omega began tugging Wrecker’s hand to lead him away, “We'll come get you on the way!”“Omega! Wrecker!” She called after them pointlessly. Oh no.

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sev-on-kamino · 4 months

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I DONT KNOW HOW I MISSED THIS OMG!!!!!

This is an x reader ship that I am so into and seeing other people enjoying it is making me the happiest camper 🥰

The two of them together has my brain on scramble 😩

Dating Hera & Kanan ✨HCs✨

I haven’t seen these anywhere, and maybe I’m the only one that wants them, but here we go! deffo gonna post some one shots soon…or a whole fic because I’m weak af for them 😩

Hera x Reader x Kanan

warnings: nothing graphic, but MINORS DNI just to be safe

Dating Hera and Kanan would include:

Hera teaching you to pilot the Ghost

Stealing Kanan’s clothes

You and Hera holding each other a little tighter when Kanan is on missions without the two of you

Hera laughing when you argue with Chopper

Them lecturing you when you do something reckless

You peppering Kanan with questions about the Force

Subsequently trying to surprise him all the time

Using the phrase “Oh the Force didn’t tell you that?”

Trying to talk Hera into spicy times in the cockpit

Hera teaching you her native language

Playing with Kanan’s hair during down time

Tracing the patterns on Hera’s lekku

Sparring with Kanan and trying to tease him into spicy time

Trying to disappear when the two of them disagree, so you don’t have to pick sides

Ezra and Zeb trying to get you to talk Hera and Kanan into things

You and Chopper getting into all kinds of shenanigans when Hera’s not around to rein you in

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OMG OMG OMG ARCHIE!!!!!

Everything about him makes my heart light up!!!

”I'm trained, he's a kriffing bar tender and not even a good one. Half his shit is just water and food color, I hate him so much, he was never any good to you..”

HOLLERING!!!!!

”But I love it. Even Phantom can't get you to laugh like that...”

This made me so damn soft for some reason 🥺

”I want to make sure you love me back... I can't be your rebound. I need to be your last.”

SWOONING!!!!! I need him like I need air!

Archie, you’re such an incredibly talented writer. You inspire me every time. 🥰 Thank you for sharing this perfect fic featuring my fave!!!

Hello dear Archivist!

I’m quickly falling in love with your boys, and I love everything you’ve written for Ghost & Banshee 💜 But after reading your NSFW ALPHABET post for the squad, I can’t stop thinking about Specter…

If you’re feeling up for it, I’d love to request a little fic for him (SFW or NSFW… which ever feels right 🥰)

Since he seems a bit more guarded than his brothers, what would falling in love look like for him? You mentioned he loves photography & is known for taking pictures of everything, so would his artistic hobbies be influenced by the person he’s falling for? Would he know right away, or would the feelings sneak up on him?

Thank you 💜 (@wings-and-beskar)

Vermillion

Clone oc Specter x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1305

Prompt: How does Specter fall in love?

Rating: PG-14 for swearing, but minors DNI as always 🔞

Contents and Warnings: swearing, Specter being broody and jealous, a break up (not with Specs), laughing, being silly together, passionate kiss, split lip (not graphic)

Summary: Specter's in love with you, every little bit. He'd do anything for you, say the word... but he wants to make sure you're not going to break his heart.

Author's Notes: Specter's POV!!!! He's so rude, I love him!!

Thanks to @wings-and-beskar for being so patient on this one!! You are a kindness unto my life♡

This one is left open ended on purpose, I'm thinking about writing a sequel so we shall see 👀

This fic doesn't hit on everything asked I'm so sorry weh. But!! I do feel like it answers the question "How does Specter fall in love?" On purpose.

Look at you. Hair's all messy, but I know you styled it that way. You make that stuffy GAR uniform look good, even sexy with how it hugs your curves. I'm glad you never wear that dumb little hat, I think it'd ruin your look... or maybe it'd just make you so tantalizing that I wouldn't be able to help myself. I click a few pictures of you, and I hope you don't mind or notice, but just...

Fuck you. Fuck you just standing there, chewing your stylus, looking down at your data pad with a scrunched brow and squinted eyes. Like it's the most important thing in the world, whatever's on there. We're supposed to be together right now, you called me. You asked me to tail it down here to keep you company and of course I did. I'd do anything you kriffin' ask. I want you lookin' at me so focused. Lookin' at me like I'm more important. What does it have that's keeping your attention so-- holy shit.

"OH FUCK OFF!!!!" You fling that stupid pad so hard and so far it shatters on impact when it hits your wall, and I can't stop myself from laughing. "SPECTER SHUT IT!!"

"What the kriff was on there that made you so mad? You were laser focus unti-- hey. Hey what's wrong? Why the tears?" I close my camera and come over so fast I can't blame you for jumping back. Didn't mean to come on so hard, I'd say sorry but your arms are around my waist so quick my words just leave my head.

"My boyfriend just dumped me, over a text..." my anger overthrows my joy.

"I was hoping so hard that you'd leave him, not for that skug to dump you and not even in person. I'll kill him. I could do it. It wouldn't even be that hard, I'm trained, he's a kriffing bar tender and not even a good one. Half his shit is just water and food color, I hate him so much, he was never any good to you... why are you crying harder? Shit shit shit, how do I make it better, shit-- no- oh... oh you're laughing! Why are you laughing?"

"Specs, you know you're talking out loud, right?"

My face in on FIRE. "Uh-- nope. Fuck... forget I said that, yeah?"

"Not a chance," You're smiling... maker I adore that smile. I move my hands to your face and brush my thumbs over your cheeks, "Specter, do you really feel like that?"

I look away from you, my eyebrows raised, a tall frown on my lips as if to shrug them, "I mean... yeah? That smug son of a--" I catch my temper, and sigh, arms around your shoulders again, "He wasn't good for you. Been sayin' that from the get, but did you listen? Nooooooo," You're laughing more, so I keep it up. I mimic your voice, very poorly, "Oh Specs! He's soooo dreamy!"

"Oh knock it off, I don't sound like that!" You push me, making me stagger a little, your cheeks red from laughing. Maker that laugh, I love it so much.

"Specs, he's so beautiful! He says he's in a band! Oh I can't wait to have his babies!"

"SPECTER! MY SIDES, PLEASE!" You're laughing so hard those tears down your cheeks aren't sad anymore, and I'm over the moons about that.

I put my arm around your shoulders, giving you a little shake and a squeeze, my voice back to my own, "I mean it, though... say the word and he'll disappear. Or say another word, and he'll turn into a toad. You know, like he already is."

I love it when you laugh so hard you snort. I know you hate it, you always apologize and cover your face. But I love it. Even Phantom can't get you to laugh like that... "Specs what're you smiling at me like that for?"

It's my turn to laugh. I chuckle a little, give you another squeeze, "What? I can't enjoy you laughing without getting the 3rd degree?"

You roll your eyes, knocking into me harder and giving me a tight squeeze of a hug. I'm all too happy to return it. "Thanks Specs, I don't know what I'd do without a good man like you by my side."

"You'd be a lot more sad over losers who don't deserve your tears, that's for sure," you don't have any idea what I'd do for you, how much you mean to me... how much I love you...

"Specter, new orders from the council. We're headed out in 15, get your ass over here." Ghost doesn't sound to pleased from the way his voice barks from the commlink.

I groan, roll my eyes with my whole body just to get you to giggle again, and then lift the comm, "I'm in the lower levels, it'll take more than 15 minutes."

"Then you'd better hurry."

Ghost's been a hard ass lately, but I can't blame him, I've been blowing him off to spend time with you. Who needs extra training? Not an ARC trooper... probably. Might have to be better about that...

Since I know I'll be late anyway, I take my time finding my boots in your flat. I know where they are, you know I know, but we still take the time to "look". Before I'm out the door, I hold your cheek again, "He didn't deserve you, you know that, right?"

"Yeah... sorry for being so distracted today, make it up to you next time?" When you bite your lip like that, do you have any idea what it does to me?

I don't know if there's gonna be a next time. I think that's why I keep blowing off drills, because I want you, not a war. I want life, with you, always, infinitely more than running laps and fire practice... I lean forward and press my lips to your forehead, taking a deep breath, just to remember you by.

Just in case.

"Next time, I'm asking you out. Don't go falling for anymore shitty bar tenders, okay? If I'm getting one up'd, he'd gotta have quality, and-" Oh fuck me.

I hold you up as you jump onto me. My arms go under your legs and up your back as your lips crash into mine, our teeth knocking together. You split my lip, it stings, but getting to taste your chapstick is more than reward enough.

"Why'd-- mmm-- why'd you--" I can't get a word in, your kisses are feverish in their quickness, I don't want to stop, but-- but it's not right. It's not for me. It's to drown your sorrow and I can't be that for you, I don't want to be, "Stop."

I set you down gentle, you look so dejected, darlin' you're breaking my heart... "You mean the galaxy to me, you know that? But I can't... I won't be your rebound. I'm not going to be a one and done for you, got that? So when I get back, I'm askin' you on a date. I-- fuck this, I love you, I want you to love me too, so just... process, get over that idiot, and then wear red for me when I'm back so I know it's okay..."

Oh maker you're angry- no? That's- okay not crying, not confused I know your confused face... what the hell are you thinking right now? "I don't own anything red... I um... I'll get something, do you have a preference?"

My eyes soften, and yours do too, and I know... I know I won't have to wait, but I do anyway. I want to make sure you love me back... I can't be your rebound. I need to be your last.

"Vermillion is my favorite."

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