#Also I just stole a few lines/a plot from Hux/Aelia and I'm living for Krennic being able to do it

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Wide Awake - Orson Krennic x Reader (Rogue One)

@mandy23b​ @wltz-bby​ @happyskywhale​

There’s nothing like being consistently inconsistent!

Director Krennic + 2 & 94 - “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.” / “I had a bad dream again.”   Requested by @alotofrandomfangirling​

Author’s Note: Oh my goodness sweetie, thank you for your patience with this! In fact thank you a B U N C H of you for your patience with this. I’ve certainly described this to enough of you!

Basically I usually give Krennic a ‘sassy’ reader, or he gets Lorena!  So I gave him a Timid!Reader as an experiment. Annnd I’m super excited to see what the results will be 👀👀👀👀👀👀

Wide Awake - Lacuna Coil Wide Awake - Katy Perry

Disclaimer: Rogue One has nothing to do with me / gif not mine /  song lyrics not mine Actually I thought this was funny. @alotofrandomfangirling​ is also responsible for Sugar, a 2 song fic. Wide Awake is no exception, it follows through on the same principle!  😁

Premise: You had always struggled in the Empire, through no fault of your own. Krennic deems your work useful though. Through his help, and your love, perhaps you can gain that much needed confidence boost...

Words: 3557

Warnings: Violence / Threats / TW Abuse

--- Yeah, I was in the dark I was falling hard How did I read the stars so wrong And now it's clear to me That everything you see Ain't always what it seems Yeah, I was dreaming for so long I wish I knew then What I know now Wouldn't dive in Wouldn't bow down Picked up every piece And landed on my feet Yeah, I am born again I don't have to pretend And it's too late The story's over now, the end Thunder rumbling Castles crumbling I am trying to hold on God knows that I tried Seeing the bright side But I'm not blind anymore I’m wide awake --- I haven't felt right Since the moment that I gave up I challenge my limits I'm feeling I'm becoming limitless I take it all in and inhale The struggle within Now I understand Freedom begins When you get out of the cage you built It looks like I'm crazy but I'm not the only one To believe in myself, believe in myself I won't be coming undone  'Cause I feel like I'm wide awake Open my eyes and the skies are blue All of a sudden I know that I treasure my life I find myself wide awake Like you... All of a sudden I know that I treasure my life, like you 

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He was growing used to being woken in the middle of the night. A little too used to it; even though it wasn’t for any good reason. Krennic sat up immediately at your quiet moans; “No, no..! No! Wait-! Please-! Stop-!” Sometimes you’d be near enough screaming it, sometimes you’d wake bolt upright in hot and cold sweats, and would battle with abnormal breathing. Tonight it was your tossing and turning that worried him. You struggled. You had ever since you’d been brought on board. You were timid and not really all that cut out for working for the Empire. You didn’t really have much of a choice in the matter, a victim of the circumstances of your planet; you weren’t ranked, you weren’t even particularly good at anything like engineering, or command, or any complicated algorithm that was being worked on here. Krennic knew two things – you made exquisitely good coffee, and you could draw. It took a little while for him to pick up on this. Judging by the array of marks that had covered your body at the time, a little too long. What happened was they had kept putting you in the wrong places. The Empire was trying to make you into one of them. What no one had realised yet was none of this would ever be your remit. The Empire wasn’t forgiving though, so when you sat at your desk and your concentration lapsed you drew, because that was what you liked doing… Those a little too drunk on their scrap of power decided they would take their frustrations out on you instead. Krennic had been witness to this more than once – the first few times, true enough, he’d thought much the same as everyone else and didn’t see why he’d need to waste his time trying to defend someone who couldn’t do their job properly. Now he only sat and wondered how he could ever have been so wrong. Because one time a folder had been sent up to him that contained technical drawings. He was an architect and yet these rivalled even his. Upon asking who had made them there was only one answer. You had. “Oh, you’ve finally found a place for her then?” “Well no. It was only a temporary assignment.” “She drew these and you made it temporary-!?” So Orson spend maybe half a day trying to locate you, and when he did it was the same as ever. Only this Commander was on the biggest power trip yet – that Krennic was privy to seeing - and this wasn’t about you sitting there drawing, but about you not doing your ‘job’ properly. Dragged from your desk by your hair and thrown onto the floor, the string of words was bad enough. Krennic didn’t need to see you receive a true beating over this – the way you raised your arms and shrunk away as if you were used to such a thing, Orson wasn’t sure if that irked him or pained him – reaching for his blaster before he could even really process what he was doing. Krennic only needed a hand on it, not even to draw, that was warning enough. “Let her go, Commander.” The grip on your arm only tightened, and you whimpered. “Don’t waste your ammunition, Director, this one isn’t worth it.” Krennic was a little more worried about the look on your face, his jaw tightened, “I said, let her go, commander.” “She needs to be taught her place.” “I’ll teach her in due time Commander, let her GO.” The man looked affronted, “You wouldn’t want her Director-” Krennic cut in with a snap, “What I want her for is my business. I won’t ask again.” Instead of just letting you go you were shoved violently towards him, whimpering again as you attempted to stand, then stumbled. Already shaking and on the verge of tears, Krennic didn’t want to deal with this here. He swept around you, looking to put distance between you and the man he was eyeing with disgust – even Krennic’s hand gently against your back made you jump. You certainly weren’t used to being touched soothingly here. “Come on. Let’s go.” His voice was low, and only heard by you – before he surged forward, not looking but only calling back. “Keep up!” You tried your best to do as he said, and only started crying when Krennic sat you down in his office. But he immediately softened, watching you sit there. You were in bad shape, through no real fault of your own. And yet you cursed yourself for sitting there and crying in front of a man that was probably about to call you pathetic. You were even more worried about what he might do to you – being a Director. He was about as high up as it got, and you’d heard a lot about Director Krennic before. He was about as unforgiving as they came, and had a temper. Heck you’d heard him shouting at subordinates from across the other side of the station. You weren’t sure you even wanted the chance to mess up anything of his. Instead he crouched beside you, and took your hands; “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.” You still shied away from him, chewing your lip to try and stifle your crying. Completely disbelieving; how could he possibly guarantee such a thing? “They will. They always do.” “Not if I put you in a position I think you can do.” He gathered the folder from his desk, “Y/N… I want you to look at this.” Your eyes widened and finally met his – he knew your name?! How-!? You asked him such, with a stammer – and received a smile that made your heart dangerously leap. “This is your work, right? How can I forget the name of someone who draws like this?” You opened it, and he was right – technical drawings you’d been asked to do last week. About the only assignment you’d actually enjoyed.  You nodded, “Y-Yes… these are mine.” He rose, fingers under your chin to make you look at him – you instantly blushed, even harder as Krennic ran his thumb over your tear stained cheeks. “First and foremost, I’m an architect – so I know good structural drawings when I see them. Just so happens I have a lot of work… and I could use an assistant.” He very nearly smirked at the look on your face, eyes wide and lips parted, pretty blush dusting your cheeks. Shy, sweet and innocent. He chuckled, you would be just perfect. “Me?!” He nodded, “If you want it. I would be demanding of you – but I’m in need of someone that draws like you. I can’t promise you much, good pay, work you may enjoy… perhaps most useful to you is my protection. I won’t let anyone hurt you anymore, Y/N. Not whilst you work for me. And if anyone does anything to you that you don’t like – you’ll come directly to me, is that understood?” You nodded obediently, swallowing thickly, “Y-Yes Sir.” “Sir?” The Director tipped his head and then really did smirk, which only made you blush harder, “Why, Y/N, you haven’t even accepted my offer.” “Oh-! Oh I---!” You looked away from his face, holding the folder close to your chest, foot tapping nervously to a beat that wasn’t there, you could feel your palms getting sweaty; “…I would very much like to work for you, Director.” “Good.” He sat on the edge of his desk, “Sir is a good start, you can address me as such, or Director. I’ll leave that to you. Now, you have no rank… so, how would you wish to be addressed by me?” You felt maybe your last name was going to give you horrible flashbacks to the hell you’d lived here so far, “Y/N… that’s- that’s fine.” “Y/N it is.” Krennic nodded, “I look forward to working with you, Y/N.” *** So you drew what he wanted you to, you accompanied him to meetings and carried his work, and occasionally – when Krennic looked like he needed it most – you brought him coffee. At first he’d been confused by this notion, because he hadn’t been expecting it. And you immediately looked startled, like you thought he might lash out at you for it. Krennic learned quickly which words, phrases and tones would trigger such a response from you – and tried to use these as little as possible. But soon having you as an assistant wasn’t enough, because he couldn’t help wanting you to stay. The reserved looks you would always give him, or the way you’d blush when Krennic complimented you, shying away whenever he got too close. His confidence in himself was everything you’d ever wanted to be and you fell for his charisma hard. He worked you hard sure – but he was also kind to you. Krennic treated you like a real person, not just a cog in the system (even if you weren’t a very gifted cog). And so, yes, eventually you couldn’t help but have a crush on him – yet for him to want you back? You’d never really thought it plausible. Until he almost literally spelled it out for you. (Mind you, there was nothing like being pushed up against a wall by your boss and being kissed in a way you’d never been kissed before. Then you got to call him by his first name.) All of this might have been in the past. But it was never really in the past.  When Orson’s head was turned in one direction you could still see the way everyone else looked at you with contempt, that made you swallow hard and step a little closer to him – sometimes you’d reach out and tangle your fingers in his cape, just to know he was there. Everything was fine when he was around because no one would dare touch you. But there were places Krennic went where he couldn’t take you, even if he desperately wished to. He never sent you off to other work stations, but he did occasionally ask you to run things for him, or send across documents – especially if he needed them. But you couldn’t help still be a little scared of what happened when he wasn’t around. People had many different words they liked to call you, and none of them good. The inference was that you were easy, too shy to say no, you’d let Krennic do whatever he wanted to you and wouldn’t put up a fight. Not a relationship, just a man using you because he could. And when Krennic wasn’t protecting something he ’possessed’, everyone else would take their own advantages. That led to Krennic coming back to you in various states of distress. Whether the abuse you received be verbal or physical – and sometimes you couldn’t sleep. Where he’d stay up with you and hold you and let you cry, or rant… whatever you needed to do. Krennic only ever requested one thing – even if you didn’t want to talk about it. There was just one thing you must tell him, as he pulled you close, touching your foreheads together and soothing you: “Who hurt you?” Orson made it his mission to dispatch these assholes pretty quick; either to crappy projects, front lines or… on the rare occasions that it was seriously bad, or he was in the mood, literally. Krennic wasn’t one for hidden blades, but he’d confronted a particularly nasty commander about the situation and been met with complete ignorance. As if Orson was supposed to believe you were lying. Krennic walked with him through some of the quieter corridors, and played it off as a misunderstanding – until they were so far away that Orson knew it’d take them a while to find the body. By then Krennic really would be none the wiser – and he was a good liar. Running that dagger through him had been the easiest thing, and Orson had spat his words with unadulterated venom: “NEVER touch her again… You so much as look at her…. And…” He brightened, on purpose, “OH! Wait!” As the man collapsed Krennic turned on his heel, tossing the blade down the nearest trash compactor, leaving him there to bleed out and die; one less moron on this project was a blessing in his eyes. But, as tonight, the PTSD of everything that you’d been through gave you terrible nightmares. And Krennic hated seeing you have to relive it all again; especially in your dreams – when here lying in bed with him should have been when you were at your very safest. He shook you awake gently, “Y/N…” You whimpered to his touch and a pang ran through his heart. One day he’d make sure they all paid for doing this to you, “Y/N!” Now Krennic was a little more urgent – you didn’t deserve this, not any more. You jumped as you woke, breathing hard and crying out. “Hey, hey! It’s okay! It’s okay!!” Krennic bundled you in his arms, cradling you against his chest he kissed your forehead, running his hands into your hair Orson hushed you, rocking you gently, “You’re safe… You’re here with me… You’re okay, we’re okay…” Orson’s voice was soothing against your skin as you buried your face in his chest, doing your best to hide your tears. If there was one thing you still hated, it was crying in front of him. Krennic knew this of course, but he certainly wasn’t about to mention it. Not even in teasing. This wasn’t the time for such things. He held you in quiet for a while, until you were calmed enough; “You want to talk about it?” “…I had a bad dream again…” He sighed, nodding, “I know, Y/N. I’m sorry.” “I don’t know why this keeps happening!” You nearly wailed – wondering what exactly you were doing wrong to have all this still stuck in your head now. He sighed, tucking your hair back, “It isn’t your fault, little one. It’s this place, it’s this project.” “No…” You lay your head against his beating heart, voice quiet; “It’s just me.” Krennic’s face knitted into a frown and he tilted his head until he could almost catch your eyes – you turned away from that – and he grabbed you; tipping your chin so that you had no other option but look into his eyes. “No.” His voice was stern, and you’d only ever seen him look like this when he was very angry, borderline upset. Like there was a storm raging behind those clear blue eyes. “No?” You voice was even quieter, if at all possible. You’d never been scared of him, yet right now you felt that you should be. “Don’t you dare, ever, blame yourself for what they do to you.” “If I wasn’t so-” useless… pathetic… “So, what? What are you? Y/N. They don’t know who you are. I know you. We have made it this far together, and we’re going to keep making it.” Orson took your hands in his, splaying your fingers, “You’re better than them. And you know you’re better than them. You owe them nothing. And I know you know who you are. I believe in you…” He pressed another kiss to your forehead, this one harder than before, “But I need you to believe in you.” You kept staring at him in silence, lips delicately parted. How could one man be saying so much to you when he was saying so little? You sat back, knees up and kept staring at him. For so long that he tipped his head, eyebrow raised and waiting for you to say something. Your hands were still in his – and you squeezed them tight, perhaps tighter than you’d realised. But it was like tough love, like Krennic saying what he’d told you - in the way he’d said it - could get through to you in a way that sweetness never could. The realisation that this man was too in love with you to ever let you talk yourself down, that Krennic could never let you give up on yourself. Finally you leant forward and kissed him, long and hard, hands in his hair, tangling your body with his. Krennic couldn’t help but smirk against your kiss. If that wasn’t all the proof that you’d really heard what he said. He pulled you back into the sheets; “That’s my girl…” *** Change came slow – but all together change came fast. A few days later you woke up to a brand new uniform. With a rank bar. A real rank bar. You knew it was him, but Orson wouldn’t hear a word of thanks from you and pretended like he had no idea where it’d come from. Only now instead of just addressing you by name, he addressed you by rank. And every time he did it sent a shot of confidence to your brain and a shiver down your spine. It might only have been the bottom rung, but it still put you on the ladder. Better yet, you still had him to fight for you and to help you through every step. He delegated you more responsibility, and now got to sit at his desk and watch you smile as you corresponded with all his architects and engineers. Krennic leant on his hand, and before he knew it hours would pass. The Director realised he was content to watch this all day. Eventually you would look up and catch his eyes, and your smile would become a beam – because no matter how absentmindedly, he was smiling too. And that smile was proud. The folder slammed down on his desk after that was just one of many. Your Director was moving projects, and it meant leaving this one in a hurry. It was what he wanted, and especially wanted for you. But it only made anxiety set in. All you could think was that he wouldn’t need you, was that he would drop you for something else. Perhaps that Orson would even drop you for someone else, now he was onto something new. A new girl for a new project. All these anxieties only made you dream things you couldn’t possibly tell him about, even when he held you so tight. But your lover knew; he knew you and the way that you worried. So, subtly, he’d place snippets from these folders on your desk. He’d ask what you thought of places he could base himself, or what you thought of some of the regulation. Then to really drive home the fact that he wanted you with him, he had you assist him with drawing out concepts. Where he’d get a little too close, running his hands over your shoulders and through your hair, and you could flash him a little smile and ask him about appropriate distances. You knew the thoughts in his head by the look he gave you, and the smirk on his face. You turned away quick, blushing and staring hard at the paper… but you couldn’t help thinking that maybe you’d want him to make that distance even less appropriate... He didn’t though, instead Orson rounded the table and leant across you; “You know we’re leaving soon, right? When are you gonna think about packing-!?” Your wide eyes raised to him slowly. Krennic had been putting things in boxes for weeks. This was the first time he’d mentioned you doing the same thing. Your eyes welled up. “Me?” “Yes. You.” “…You’re… taking me with you-!?” “Darling.” He sighed, eyes to the ceiling, “You’re my assistant, are you not?” “Y…Yes…” “More important than that,” He took your hands in his, parting your fingers, only to fit his own between the spaces, “you’re my partner…” This time you were crying, but these tears weren’t bad ones, so yes, you’d let him see them. Krennic cleared his throat, brushing your tears away; “Y-Y/N! Please don’t cry over the plans---!” *** This project was different. Remarkably different. You didn’t have a past here, you didn’t have to worry about your past here. It was a clean slate and this time when you dreamed, you dreamed good things. You dreamed of him… Of the future you hoped you would get to have. The people respected you here, and not just because you were his assistant, but because you really were exceptional at the one skill you supposed you had. You were taking a short break together this week. But nothing about this project felt like a chore… and you could enjoy working as much as you could enjoy being in love. You took a deep breath, watching the world go by with him by your side, fingers laced together – and allowed yourself to smile. And then laugh; a gentle, carefree laugh. You had to treasure this, what you had, who you were, and him – while you were given the opportunity to do just that. Krennic held your hand a little tighter in his at the sound of your musical laughter; you were still timid – but you were working hard at it every day. And you were free now, which to him mattered the most. Yes, Krennic would always support you, but perhaps now, you were ready to stand on your own.

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11/16-! Oh man, I can see that finish line--! 

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