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alor-ika · 14 days ago

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So good!! The Three Stooges actually got Fixer a date. 😃

When Dreams Slip (Part 2) ~ Fixer x F! Jedi Reader

Read Part One Here! Summary: Delta Squad has returned from their mission! Scorch, Sev and Boss will NOT let Fixer forget about their 'unofficial' second mission. Delta Squad Week Day 6 - Afternoon & Where's My Caf (alt) Word Count: 3.7k Warnings: fluff, mutual pining, hints at sexual themes A/N: so @bunny7567 requested a Part 2 for When Dreams Slip, so I had this idea to make it apart of Delta Squad Week with the "Afternoon" AND "Where's My Caf" prompt! I'm super excited about posting this one! you know the drill! tagging @deltasquadweek and @orangez3st join my taglist / masterlist

The mission was over and the Delta Squad was finally back on Coruscant.

The airspace around the hangar was buzzing with all sorts of traffic; cargo ships, passenger vessels, civilian speeders and everything in between. The morning sun hung low behind the fractured skyline, casting elongated shadows over the gunship that just dropped off the Delta Squad. You stood a few meters away, deep in conversation with a 212th commander.

While Boss, Scorch and Sev were eager to take their gear off as soon as the door hissed open, Fixer kept his helmet on longer than necessary.

You smiled at each of them as they took their helmets off. It wasn't one of those general, all-purpose Jedi smiles, or the one you used when thanking medical teams or debriefing with generals. It was a smaller, more personal one that you felt they deserved after their long mission.

Fixer pulled his helmet off slowly, cradling it in the crook of his arm while the Squad regrouped near the ship. Scorch was muttering about “explosives that barely qualified as fireworks,” and Sev was cleaning his vibroblade with methodical precision.

Boss began running through the mission summary out loud, “Enemy was entrenched deeper than expected. Jedi’s force positioning bought us time to flank. Minimal casualties. Objective secured. One hostile asset extracted.”

Fixer only half-listened. His eyes flicked toward you.

You were still deep in conversation with the 212th commander. Cody, he thought it was. Fixer's nose scrunched when you began to laugh. He couldn't help but wonder what you two were discussing, or what Cody said to get such a reaction from you. His grip tightened on his helmet. He felt stupid for feeling jealous.

"You gonna ask her?" Scorch asked behind him, casual as ever.

Fixer dropped his helmet.

Sev snorted, “He’s not.”

Fixer turned to glare at them, “There’s nothing to ask.”

“You dreamed about her for months and this is how it ends?” Scorch exclaimed dramatically, running his hands through his hair, “We had her on comms for the whole mission and you barely said a full sentence to her.”

“I spoke to her,” Fixer defended, picking his helmet of the ground.

Sev didn’t even look up from his blade, “You said ‘received’ and then ‘yes sir’. How romance."

Fixer’s face burned, “She’s a Jedi you di'kuit.”

Scorch squinted, “And?”

“And it wouldn’t be right,” Fixer shrugged, glancing over at you again, “besides, she seems professional. She's just doing her duty.”

Boss looked up at that. He studied Fixer for a moment, eyes unreadable behind his HUD before speaking up, “Let’s get caf. We’ll make a plan.”

Fixer blinked, “A plan?”

Scorch grinned, “Remember? For the second mission? Operation: How to Get a Jedi to Say Yes Without Violating Republic Ethics.”

“That's a working title,” Sev winced, twirling his vibroblade around his finger.

Fixer shook his head and started walking with the group towards the barracks. You were still in the corner of his vision, still laughing at something Cody said, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek like you weren’t the center of the storm spinning through his chest.

"You know, if you did some research, you'd know there’s a difference between Jedi rules and your rules, vod," Scorch teased, nudging Fixer.

Fixer ignored that because it was true. It wasn’t just about rules, it was about what kind of soldier he was. He’d already broken the most sacred boundary by dreaming about you. And not just once but often. Not all of them were innocent either.

Some dreams had him on battlefield, you grabbing his hand when the chaos cleared. Other nights, it was your voice in the dark, saying his name like it meant something more. On the worst nights, when the battle static refused to quiet, he dreamed of your mouth on his, your legs bracketing his hips, your focus turned entirely toward him, passionate, overwhelming and impossibly tender.

He would wake from those dreams shaking, confused, ashamed and wanting. Always desperately wanting. He couldn't let it show though. Especially not in front of his squad.

Boss entered the barracks first, hands resting calmly behind his back, “Alright, we’ll clean up, then we talk.”

Fixer raised an eyebrow, “Talk?”

Boss nodded, "The 'working title' second mission."

Scorch leaned in, “How about: 'Get Fixer a date without short-circuiting halfway through a sentence.'”

“I’m not—”

Boss cut him off, “We’ll get caf. We’ll make a plan.”

Fixer sighed, but somewhere beneath the static of frustration, something comforting flickered in his chest. They were serious.

You got the message in the late morning, just after a quiet meditation session in the Temple’s eastern wing.

Scorch’s name flashed across your comm. It was unexpected, but even more so given the context of the message:

"Strange request but we would really appreciate it. Can you meet us at 1200? Wear something casual. Coordinates below."

No context - just that.

You stared at it for a good minute, weighing your options. You could ignore it and play the Jedi card or pretend you didn’t get it. But curiosity itched and so did something else. You remembered the way Fixer had always kept his gaze locked on you during briefings during the last mission. And, of course, you couldn't forget his confession during the initial debrief. It was so sudden you almost thought you imagined it. Except you hadn't.

You sighed and slipped out of your Temple robes, pulling on something neutral but comfortable. Something un-Jedi-like. You told yourself it was just caf and a hint curiosity. Regardless, you arrived early.

The caf shop Scorch had picked was small, tucked into a sidestreet not too far from he Senate building. The air smelled like roasted beans and clean Naboo linens. Inside, soft glowpanels lit warm wood interiors. There were couples, quiet professionals, the occasional off-duty senator staffer.

You picked a booth in the back that was tucked beneath an arch, half-hidden from the counter. You could see them when they walked in, but they wouldn’t see you. Not right away at least.

A server droid rolled up, “Welcome to Golden Roast. Would you like to see a menu?”

"Just two house drips with cream and cinnamon,” you ordered without thought. The droid beeped agreeably and drifted off.

A few minutes later, they arrived. “I still think this is absurd,” Fixer muttered as the squad approached the shop. His armor was gone, replaced by a plain black jacket and civilian sweatpants but he still carried himself like he was expecting stray blast any second, “This is unnecessary.”

“You keep saying that,” Scorch said cheerfully, pushing through the door, “But it’s caf. No one’s ever died from caf," he paused, "Probably.”

“You made up that statistic,” Sev added dryly.

Fixer grimaced, “This isn’t about caf. You said we were planning strategy.”

“We are,” Scorch whined, “Your strategy and plan for your hot Jedi crush, duh.”

“Lower your voice!” Fixer hissed, slapping Scorch's arm.

Except Scorch didn’t, “You dreamed about her for months, vod. This is the least we could do.”

Fixer flushed instantly, “That was—”

“Confidential information? An accidental slip?” Scorch teased, “Perhaps an illegal transmission over open comms?”

“Enough,” Boss groaned, though the edge of his mouth tugged like he was barely hiding a smirk. He held the caf shop door open for the squad.

Fixer followed reluctantly, settling at a table near the front of the shop with Sev and Scorch while Boss went up to the counter and ordered for the group. As his two brothers across from him began drafting his whole 'game plan', Fixer stared out the caf shop window, wondering how he even ended up in this spot. “You’re enjoying this way too much," he muttered as Sev gasped at one of Scorch's ideas.

“I’m helping you live your dream, vod. Literally,” Scorch laughed.

“Don’t say it like that," Fixer winced, dropping his head onto the table.

You watched the whole thing from your booth. Fixer’s discomfort was obvious. He looked like he wanted to melt into the wall. You didn’t know what Scorch had told him. Maybe you didn’t want to know, but something about the way Fixer kept glancing at the window made it look like he was weighing his escape options. You found it fascinating.

The caf shop was quiet enough that you caught bits and pieces of their banter. You couldn't catch every word, but enough to hear your name once or twice. Enough to know Fixer had no idea you were already here and that Sev and Scorch desperately wanted Fixer to ask you on a date.

Boss returned with three cafs and passed one to Scorch, one to Sev, keeping the last one in his hand before taking a seat.

Fixer's face twisted, "Where's my caf?"

Scorch took a long sip of his and sighed, eyes fluttering with exaggerated bliss, “Oh no. Did Boss forget your caf? That’s tragic.”

“You said this was about caf and strategy,” Fixer retorted, leaning back in his seat, “That implies I get caf.”

Sev deadpanned, smirking slightly, “You get graphs. Maybe a flowchart if you're lucky. It’ll depend on your performance.”

Fixer scoffed and crossed his arms, “You’re all insufferable.”

His thoughts were buzzing. This wasn’t what he expected. He’d agreed to this plan under duress, figuring they’d let it go after one caf and a few bad jokes. But sitting here now, all he could think about is how pathetic this was. He'll never get to enjoy your laugh. He'll never get to enjoy your voice. He'll never get to really look at you the way he wants to and just smile. All you'll ever be is a distant dream. Because he's a clone, and you're a Jedi. That's just how it is.

But then, why dream of you? Why couldn’t he stop? He didn’t even want to find out the answer if it meant hearing you didn’t feel the same. While the boys continued to laugh and scheme, he rested both his hands on the table and pushed himself up before turning towards the door.

That’s when you stood.

You made your steps deliberate but soft, threading between tables until you were directly behind him. For a second, you just watched the back of his head before tapping two fingers on his shoulder.

Fixer turned and froze.

His eyes went wide, truly wide. His mouth parted like he was going to say something, but nothing came out. Every part of him locked up like a malfunctioning droid.

You extended your arm, holding out the second cup of caf you ordered, "So. I heard you dreamed about me."

Scorch lost it, caf streaming out of his nose

Fixer stared blankly at you, “I—uh—I didn’t— That wasn’t—”. He continued to stumble with his words for a few more moments before giving up.

You arched a brow and pushed the caf gently into his hands, "Oh, my mistake then. It was all just a dream about someone else?”

"Oh, that’s it. I’m dead," Scorch wheezed, "This is better than I anticipated.”

Sev chuckled, “Yeah, he might need that flowchart.”

Fixer finally managed a word, taking the caf like it might explode in his hand, "Thanks."

You smiled, just a little, sliding into the seat he left empty, “Of course.” The warmth of the caf seeped through the thin cup, but you barely noticed. Your eyes were locked on Fixer, still standing near the door.

Fixer, who you've been watching be teased by his brothers since he stepped foot in here. The man whose dreams you’d accidentally become part of.

“I—I didn’t mean—” he started, his voice tight and breaking somewhere between embarrassment and panic.

You reached for a chair from a nearby table and pulled it up next to you, motioning for him to sit down, “Didn’t mean to what? Dream about me or say it out loud?”

He blinked rapidly, cheeks flaring a deep scarlet as he sat down. The usual calm precision he carried on the battlefield was gone, replaced by something wary. His jaw clenched, then relaxed, then clenched again. For a moment, you wondered if he was about to bolt.

Next to him, you heard the unmistakable, barely suppressed laughter of Scorch and Sev. The squad’s favorite tormentors, clearly delighting in the rare sight of their usually stoic comrade exposed.

“Fixer, you’ve been pining for her like a rook caught out of cover,” Scorch noted, tipping his cup towards you, “and now she’s right here.”

Sev nodded, folding his arms with a smirk, “It's about time you got called on it, vod.”

Fixer’s hands trembled slightly, gripping the caf cup as if it were his blaster, almost ignorant to the fact you were next to him, “She’s a Jedi. There’s an impossible line I can’t cross.”

You took a slow sip from your own cup, reminding him you're there, “Who said it had to be impossible?”

Fixer looked up sharply, eyes searching yours hesitantly, “I wouldn't want to mess things up.”

“You haven’t even tried yet,” you winked, setting your cup down on the table.

Fixer went still, as if any movement might shatter whatever moment had started forming between you. He looked at the table, then back to you, and you could almost see the computations running behind his eyes. It was like he was trying to measure risk against reward.

"You really don’t mind?” he asked, voice muffle against his cup, “that I dreamed about you?”

You tilted your head, considering your next words, “That depends. The dreams, were they quiet walks through the Temple gardens, or were they kind of dreams that would get you court martialed?”

From across the table, Scorch let out a sharp wheeze and nearly spilled his caf. Sev snorted, and Boss muttered something like "kriffing hell" into his cup.

Somehow, Fixer remained quiet. The embarrassment that was thrashing across his face, however, was loud. You almost felt bad. He said something but you missed it over Scorch's recovering deep breaths.

You leaned into him just a little, “Didn’t quite catch that, soldier.”

Fixer swallowed hard, “It was not the gardens.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep the smile from turning into a full grin, “Good to know.”

“Maker,” Fixer mumbled, half to himself, “I walked right into this.”

“You absolutely did,” Sev smiled cheerfully, pushing back from the table, “and now we’re going to leave you to deal with it.”

Scorch downed the last of his caf in a single gulp and stood, “Don’t screw it up, Fix. I actually like her.”

Boss gave you a quiet nod of farewell, then turned to Fixer with a faint smirk, “You’ve got three hours. Make them count.”

Fixer turned, mouth opening in protest, but it was too late. His squad was already walking off toward the far end of the shop. Scorch threw an exaggerated wink over his shoulder, and Sev offered a mock salute without turning around.

You looked at him again. He was still gripping his cup, still flushed from forehead to collar, but he didn’t look away. “You didn’t have to say it out loud, you know,” you half laughed, almost finishing your caf.

“I know,” Fixer grinned, “but I think I’m glad I did.” He let out a breath that almost sounded like a laugh, eyes drifting to where the others had gone. “They’re not going to let me live this down.”

You smiled, “Probably not.”

He glanced back to you, expression softer now, “Would it be crazy if I said I don’t mind that either?”

“I think you’ve already embraced a little crazy today.”

Fixer huffed, amused, and finally took a sip from his caf. He looked back at you over the rim of the cup, something hopeful flickering behind his eyes, “So, what now?” he asked quietly.

You leaned your arms on the table, “That depends. Are you going to keep pretending this is just a caf break or are you going to talk to me like someone who’s had a crush for months?”

His ears flushed again, but this time, he didn’t shy away. He set the cup down, leaned in, “Alright. Where do we start?”

The conversation after that was easy. Fixer asked about your missions. You asked about his squad. He listened when you talked, really listened. The small, hesitant smiles you traded grew more frequent with each quiet minute.

There were quiet laughs between sips of lukewarm caf. Awkward glances turned into longer ones and jokes grew bolder like there was a comfort growing. Three hours suddenly didn’t feel like enough.

Fixer cleared his throat eventually, glancing toward the chrono on the wall, then back to you, "We’ve got time. Do you want to go for a walk?”

Nodding, you stood with your empty cup in hand, “I thought you’d never ask.”

You both stepped out of the caf shop into the soft, filtered light of Coruscant’s early afternoon. It wasn’t golden hour yet, but the air had the kind of stillness that made the moment feel like it was yours alone.

Fixer walked beside you, a half-step behind at first. He was still a little stiff, but as the minutes passed, the silence between you turned companionable. You led the way, not to a barracks, or toward any duty post or Temple corridor, but through one of the quieter paths that curved behind the gardens. Most Jedi passed through here during early morning meditation or late-night walks. At this hour, though, it was quiet.

Fixer glanced around, “Didn’t think this place would be so empty in the middle of the day.”

You shrugged, tucking your hands behind your back, “Most don’t come out here when they’re not trying to think about something.”

He cocked his head, “And what are you trying to think about?”

“Nothing,” you smiled, offering a slight shrug, “That’s the point.”

You walked a few more paces in silence, then paused under an arching tree laced with blossoms. Their pale pink petals drifted lazily in the breeze. One caught in Fixer’s dark hair, and you stepped forward to brush it away before he could react.

“It's pretty here,” he whispered, watching the petal you brushed away drift to the ground.

You pulled your hand back, taking a seat on a duracrete wall, “First time here?”

"Physically? Yeah. But I'd be lying if I said I've never been here in my dreams," he admitted, sitting down next to you.

You turned toward him fully, eyes narrowing, “Wait, you said this wasn’t the dream."

Realization hit him like a stun round. Fixer took a moment to really look around and take in every last detail of the Temple gardens around him.

“I uh," he stuttered, looking down at his feet, "I- it wasn't a walk."

You didn’t laugh, but instead leaned towards him, lowering your voice, “I think I get it now. So in the dream, we were in the gardens, and we were wearing a whole lot less."

Fixer groaned and rubbed his face, utterly mortified, “You are never letting me live this down.”

“Probably not,” you winked, pulling away from him, “but you’ve got a little less than two hours left.”

He brought his head up to face you, “Until what?”

“Until your time runs out,” you said simply, “Boss said three hours. Do you want to waste it on banter, or do you want to keep walking?”

He held your gaze for a heartbeat longer, then nodded, “Lead the way.”

So you did. The gardens were quieter than ever, and when you realized you were the only two there, your hand brushed against his and didn’t leave. When you reached the the koi pond, you stopped, admiring its stillness.

You both sat beside the pond, the stone beneath you warm from the sun. The pond stretched out before you, dotted with lilies and drifting petals. Koi slid through the water in lazy arcs, mesmerizing Fixer.

After a few moments, he settled beside you slowly, with a faint exhale that wasn’t quite a sigh, his shoulder dangerously close to yours. The silence between you didn’t demand to be filled. You let it settle, watching the ripples where fish disturbed the water.

Conversation began unwinding easily. It started awkwardly with little comments about the fish, the sun, the ridiculousness of Scorch’s earlier remarks, but then eased into something warmer. Time slipped past unnoticed, the hours unraveling between soft laughter and shared silences, until neither of you remembered when you'd stopped watching the water and started watching each other instead.

Sunlight danced across the water and warmed your skin, and for a few heartbeats, time didn’t seem to exist. There was no mission waiting, no squad tapping into his comm, just this.

"If this was part of the dream, I think I get why I didn’t want to wake up," he whispered, just barely loud enough for you to hear.

You turned your head to look at him, but he wasn’t blushing this time. He was just watching the water, his eyes calm. But before you could respond, the chrono on Fixer's wrist buzzed softly. You both glanced at it. Only twenty minutes remained.

“You should probably head back soon," you sighed, looking up at the mid-afternoon sun.

Fixer hesitated, “Yeah. I guess I should.” He turned toward you, almost reluctant, “This was more than I expected.”

“Good more?” you grinned.

He smiled faintly, “Definitely good.”

Without any thought, you leaned towards him and pressed a kiss to his cheek, letting your lips linger just a breath longer than expected. When you pulled back, Fixer looked shocked all over again. Just like he did when you first tapped him in the caf shop.

You met his eyes, “Perhaps the walk in the gardens wasn’t quite your dream but maybe next time, we can work on making your other dreams come true.”

Fixer inhaled sharply, nearly choking on his breath.

And for the first time in a while, you laughed freely, turning away and leaving him sitting near the pond, face flushed, hand halfway raised in stunned farewell.

Three hours with him wasn't nearly enough.

#deltasquadweek #deltasquadweek2025 #deltasquadweek2025 day 6 #prompt: afternoon #prompt: “where's my caf?”

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burntheedges · 7 months ago

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Din Djarin x f!reader | 5.4k | ao3 | 18+

summary: you were pretty sure the ship was haunted.

a/n: well, I finally finished it! this is my very late entry for the Monster (S)mash from @quinnnfabrgay-writes and @hauntedhowlett! my prompt: tentacle monster!Din. 😏 thank you to @katareyoudrilling for beta-ing! 🧡

tags/warnings: spooky vibes, flirting, feelings and smut, canon-typical violence (with a bounty), this is a tentacle monster fic and there is smut, so keep that in mind, it's exactly what you think it is, kissing, grinding, fingering, but not with fingers, p-in-v sex, creampie, cuddling, manhandling, except not with hands, if you get my drift, pet names (cyar'ika, mesh'la, good girl), no mention of details for reader other than wearing clothes and being a mechanic

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At first you thought the Razor Crest might be haunted.

It was the only thing that made any sense.

Nothing seemed to stay where you put it. Your caf would move half a foot to the right when your back was turned. You’d put your spanner down and lose it, only to look for it and find it sitting atop a crate well out of reach. One morning you woke up and found all of your little trinkets next to your sleeping pad had been shuffled around. You’d squinted at them, suspicious, but none of them had moved again.

You started keeping a sharper eye on things, but you never caught even a glimpse of any movement.

Well. You never saw any of your stuff move, that is.

The first few times you saw… something, you brushed it off as your imagination. You’d probably just been in space too long, right? Trapped on the ship with nothing to look at. Seeing things in the shadows.

But you would swear to it – something would move just out of the corner of your eye, but when you turned, nothing was there.

Nothing was ever there. Even though the movements sometimes seemed to happen just before you’d find that your stuff had moved around with no warning.

You were starting to question your sanity. You even asked Din if he ever had trouble finding anything on the ship, but he only shook his head. Ok, just a me-problem, then.

It perplexed you and frustrated you. You found yourself staring at your belongings, tense, as if daring them to move. You were glaring at your ultrasound cleaner when you realized you had no idea how long you’d been doing it and maybe you needed to get out for a bit.

“Din?” you called, sticking your head out of the ‘fresher and looking around for him.

He grunted from off to your left, but you couldn’t see him.

“Can we stop somewhere, get some supplies? Before your next job.”

He grunted again, but you could tell he was agreeing that time. You smiled as you ducked back inside the ‘fresher, but the expression was short lived.

Your ultrasound cleaner had moved three inches to the right. You would swear it.

…

Din stopped on Hetzal Prime and you took advantage of the large market to stock up on everything you could think you might need, from bacta to fruit to the various bits and bobs you used to keep the Crest in good shape. Din accompanied you for a while before disappearing off into the market on his own.

The fresh air helped. You smiled as you took your time at each stall. When a light breeze rustled your clothing you almost laughed at yourself, thinking about how you’d become certain that the Crest was haunted. Outside on the warm streets of Hetzal Prime, your worries seemed distant.

As you approached the Crest, you smiled again as you walked up the ramp, excited to show Din what you’d found for him at the stall with leather goods. You could tell you were the first one back, though.

When you stepped inside, you stopped and looked around suspiciously.

Nothing had moved. Everything was exactly where you’d left it.

You narrowed your eyes as you looked around the ship. “Alright, you,” you said to the Crest, trailing your fingers along one of the walls of the cargo area. “What are you up to?”

The Crest didn’t answer, of course, but you found yourself suddenly on edge, anyway.

“Talking to the ship?” Din’s teasing tone announced his arrival and you turned around quickly, surprised to find him standing at the top of the ramp.

“How do you always do that?” you said, a bit breathless.

He tilted his head at you. “Do what?”

You shook your head and laughed. “Sneak up on me! Kark, you’re so quiet.” You couldn’t see his face, of course, but something about the angle of his hip and shoulders made you certain he smirked in response.

He pointed at himself. “Bounty hunter.”

You rolled your eyes and dug around in your bag for his gift. “Yeah, yeah. Ok, Mr. Sneaky Bounty Hunter, I got you something.”

Din took a step towards you. “You didn’t have to–”

“I know, Din,” you cut him off, “but look!” You held out the leather strapping you’d found at the market. “This would be perfect to fix your holster, right?”

He reached out to take the strapping with his left hand while his right dropped down to touch the holster in question, the one with the straps he’d had to reinforce with so much stitching it was more thread than leather, these days. It still looked like it might come apart if you so much as breathed wrong in its direction.

But Din was still quiet, and you were starting to worry.

“Din?” He looked up at you, finally and your eyes darted across his visor. “Is it–”

He cut you off by reaching out to grasp your upper arm with his right hand. “It’s perfect,” he murmured, squeezing your arm gently. “Thank you.”

You smiled at him. “Of course. I saw it and thought of your sad holster, I had to get it.” He snorted and squeezed your arm again before stepping around you and moving into the ship. As he did so his hand skimmed down your arm and lightly brushed over yours. You turned to follow him, but your attention was suddenly caught and you stopped. Something had just moved, over in the dark corner of the cargo area – you would swear to it.

“Did you…” you trailed off as Din turned back to look at you. “Did you see something move?”

He shook his head. “Just you.”

You rolled your eyes and brushed past him into the ship.

…

Later that night you laid out the facts in your mind as you stared at the ceiling of the cargo bay on your sleeping pad.

One: sometimes things in the Crest moved without you seeing them move.

Two: sometimes you thought – no, you knew – things would move just out of the corner of your eye, but you could never catch whatever it was in the act.

Three: nothing moved while you were off the ship.

What if the Crest isn’t haunted? you wondered as you started to drift off to sleep. What if it’s me?

…

When you woke the next morning, you were already far away from Hetzal Prime in hyperspace and on your way to Din’s next job. You realized you wouldn’t be able to test your theory that it was you that might be haunted while you were both stuck on the ship. (Not that you had any idea why – or by what – you might be haunted in the first place.)

By the time you reached Druckenwell, whatever was haunting the Crest – or you – was at it again. It seemed to follow you around the ship, just out of the corner of your eye, messing with you. In fact, you could have sworn that last night, just as you were falling asleep, you’d felt… something… brush lightly down your arm. You shivered, remembering.

When Din came down the ladder, ready for his hunt, you were staring at the pad that had just completely flipped upside down on its own while your back was turned, lying innocently atop one of the crates. He stopped next to you and looked down.

“What are you doing?” he murmured, tilting his head to look at your face.

You blinked. Oh, nothing, just staring at this inanimate object that I swear just moved on its own and losing my mind. “Nothing.” You turned towards him and looked him over. “How long do you think you’ll be gone?”

Din looked down and reached out to flip your pad right-side up. “No more than a few days. They track everybody's movements here, shouldn’t be too hard to find them.”

You nodded. “Alright. I’ll probably stay here.”

He reached out to grasp your forearm and you blinked again, surprised. “Please,” he murmured, turning towards you fully. “Stay on the ship. Alright? We’re not in the best part of town.”

You nodded. “I will, Din.” His shoulders lost some of their tension and you couldn’t help but smile at him. “I’ll be right here.”

Just a few moments later he was gone and you made sure to engage the ground defenses after the ramp came back up. You turned and leaned against it, surveying the cargo hold slowly. “Alright,” you said to the empty ship. “Let’s figure this out, once and for all.”

…

Nothing happened.

You moved through the ship on full alert, darting your eyes from corner to corner, shadow to shadow, looking for whatever had been haunting you for weeks now. You felt silly for carrying your spanner like a weapon as you did, but you couldn’t bring yourself to put it down, either.

But nothing moved.

It was almost too quiet, too still. Too normal. You realized, now that you were on the ship without it, that you’d gotten used to more than just your stuff moving around. Suddenly the shadows themselves seemed less dark, less deep. Too still. It took the change for you to notice but until now the shadows had seemed, well. Alive. You didn’t realize how often something aboard the ship made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up until whatever it was stopped doing it.

About 36 hours after Din left on his hunt you were lying on the floor of the cargo hold, exhausted from being so on edge, so intensely aware of your surroundings for so long. You stared at the ceiling, wondering if maybe you’d imagined all of it after all. It was possible, you supposed, that everything had moved because of… turbulence. Maybe space wind? Or something.

Right? You glared into a shadowy corner, but nothing moved. It can’t all be in my head. You needed to sleep. Maybe this will all make more sense tomorrow.

…

The next day, Din came back.

You were sitting in his seat, up in the cockpit, when your comm beeped.

“It’s me,” he said, voice low. “I’m coming in. Wait.”

You leapt up, making your way over towards the ladder. When Din told you to wait, it meant he wanted you out of sight while he got the bounty into carbonite. You waited at the top of the ladder until you heard the hiss of the freezer.

“How’d it go?” you called as you slid down the ladder. You turned to look for Din and found him looking at you. You scanned him quickly but he didn’t look any worse for wear.

“Fine,” he nodded. “No trouble.”

You smiled at him. “Good. Where to next?”

He brushed past you, moving towards the cockpit, and that’s when you saw it. Out of the corner of your eye, just there… you swore something moved in the shadows by the carbonite freezer. Something dark, darker than the shadows themselves. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end.

But when you turned to look, nothing was there.

You shook your head, frowning, and turned to watch as Din disappeared at the top of the ladder.

What if it wasn’t you that was haunted, or the Crest?

What if it was Din?

…

You spent the hours it took to get to your next stop, to the next bounty, studying Din. So much so that you were pretty sure he noticed, but he didn’t say anything.

It reminded you of the beginning of your partnership, when you’d first joined him on the Crest. You’d flirted with him, of course, almost from the moment you met. How could you resist? At first you’d even thought he was flirting back.

“Look,” he’d murmured, and you’d wondered if you were finally getting somewhere with this man you couldn't get out of your head. But he’d surprised you. “You don’t want this with me.”

You’d scoffed, disbelieving. “I know what I want, Mando.”

He’d sighed, and you could still remember how tired he’d sounded. How weary. “You don’t even know what you’re asking for. If you want to stay, this doesn’t happen.”

He’d sounded so certain, so firm. You didn’t know him well enough at the time to question it, and now? Now, when you were pretty sure you were actually in love with him?

Now all you wanted was to stay on the ship, and not get kicked off for flirting, of all things. Well, you also wanted to solve the mystery of whatever was haunting the ship. Or Din.

And now you were staring at him, and even though you worried he might be getting the wrong idea, you couldn't bring yourself to stop.

…

On Socorro, Din asked you to stay on the ship again, and you agreed easily. You had some maintenance to do, after all, and you needed to see if your theory was right.

You realized almost immediately that it had to be.

Din stepped off the Crest, and the shadows… lessened. The darkness in the corners of the ship seemed lighter. Nothing moved, nothing shifted, nothing squirmed in the dark.

It was Din, after all.

You spent the next two days trying to figure out what to do about it.

…

You were standing in the cargo area when he came back.

“It’s me,” he gasped over the comm, and you felt your heart start to race at the tension in his voice, at the way he was breathing so heavily. “Wait.”

You turned, ready to hide, but the cargo bay started opening before you could. You darted towards the ladder, trying to make yourself scarce, but it was too late.

“What’s this, Mando?” said a deep, snarling voice. You shuddered. “Got someone waiting at home, do you?”

You looked and saw Mando dragging a large Trandoshan up the ramp. The bounty snarled at you when you made eye contact. “She’s a pretty one, Mando.” Your back hit the ladder and you froze.

Din growled. “Shut it,” he said, shoving the Trandoshan forward. But it seemed that’s what the other had been hoping for, because he used the momentum to fall forward, breaking Din’s hold on him. He flipped into a standing position and snarled again.

The next few moments played out in flashes in your mind.

Din, tensing, readying himself to leap towards the bounty.

The Trandoshan, bending his knees, turning away from Din and towards you.

You, scrambling backwards as the Trandoshan launched himself through the air in your direction.

The sudden roar that ripped from Din startled you and tore your eyes from the bounty to him.

And that’s when you saw it. Saw them.

Faster than your eyes could register, shadows erupted around him. No, you realized, they were coming from Din. Smoky black tendrils, slithering from under his armor, snaking down his limbs and outward in every direction, so fast it was like a burst of light. In less time than it took you to fully register what was happening they covered the floor and the walls and sped inexorably towards the Trandoshan.

He never reached you.

The shadows pulled at him, grasping, wrapping him up in a stranglehold. Your jaw dropped as the bounty’s forward motion was arrested, mid air, and you gasped as he was flung into the carbonite freezer.

Your entire body was frozen as you watched, as you allowed your eyes to trail along the tendrils of shadows back to Din. Din, who was standing there, breathing hard, holding the bounty in place somehow, but staring directly at you.

“Din?” you whispered, but he looked away and pushed himself forward to freeze the bounty.

You heard the hiss of the freezer and watched as the shadows started to snake backwards the way they’d come, along the walls and the floor, slithering back under his armor. You watched, transfixed, as he seemed to pull all of the shadows that had just covered the cargo area into himself.

You stepped closer, mesmerized, and as one tendril passed you you felt it caress the back of your arm before it whipped away.

You gasped. You knew that feeling. You’d felt it before.

Din turned around to look at you again, and you noticed he started to reach for you but balled his hands into fists, instead. He looked away. You could see his tension in every line of his body. The last few tendrils were snaking back under his armor when you stepped forward and wrapped your hands around his.

“Din,” you said, voice full of wonder. “You don’t have to hide from me.”

He kept his head turned away as he shook it.

“Din,” you said, insistent. “Look at me.”

He did, slowly.

“Is this…” you took a deep breath. “Is this why—“

He nodded once, sharp. You stepped closer.

“Din,” you murmured, reaching up to cup the side of his helmet in your hand. “I’m not afraid of you.”

He sucked in a sharp breath. “You should be. Cyar’ika—“

“Listen to me,” you said, interrupting him. “I’m not. So this is why? Because you’ve been hiding this from me?”

Din gave in, finally, and reached forward to grasp your hips in his large hands. You could feel them shaking. He nodded again.

“Don’t,” you whispered. “Don’t hide from me.” You tried to meet his eyes through the visor and hoped, like you always did, that you were successful.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for.” Din’s voice was gravely and rough.

“I’m asking for you, Din.” You slid your hands up his arms and behind his neck. “Just you.”

He shuddered and let his helmet gently bump against your forehead. “I want to. But–”

You shook your head. “Trust me, Din.” You stepped forward until you were pressed against him completely. “Don’t hide from me.”

For a moment he didn’t respond, and you started to worry that he would pull away from you after all.

But then he groaned and surged forward, wrapping his arms around you before spinning you and pinning you to the wall of the Crest.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this,” he said, voice deep and dark. You shivered. His hands found your hips again and squeezed. “Wanted you, cyar’ika.”

“Din–” you cut yourself off on a gasp when you felt it. Felt him.

First, the gentlest touch to your wrists. They snaked up your arm and you closed your eyes, lost to the feeling of what you now knew was Din touching you in a way you’d never been touched before.

“Hey,” he said, voice soft. “Look at me. Are you–”

You opened your eyes, and you knew what Din must have seen in them when he growled.

“Din,” you breathed, feeling hot all over. “More.”

He loomed forward, pinning you harder against the wall of the ship. You felt light touches start to brush against your legs and then your neck. You sighed.

Din’s hand came up to cup your cheek and he tilted your face towards the light. You felt him watching you as you panted. “You like this?” he asked. He sounded stunned.

You nodded. He tightened the grip of the tendril around the back of your neck and you gasped.

“You like this,” he growled, and then the ship was suddenly plunged into darkness when the lights went out.

You opened your mouth to protest, but stopped when you heard the unmistakable hiss of his helmet seal releasing.

“Din?” You breathed, and when he spoke you actually moaned at the sound of his unmodulated voice.

“I’ll make it so good for you, cyar’ika.” Without warning you felt his lips touch your throat and you gasped. “Let me touch you.”

“Please.”

His hands didn’t move but you suddenly felt him everywhere. Soft touches trailed up your thighs and down to your ankles, wrapped around your back and caressed your neck. You felt one trace your cheekbone and sighed.

“So soft,” he murmured, face buried in your neck. You felt what had to be a mustache tickle you and smiled. “Everywhere. Just like I knew you would be.”

“Can you—“ you gasped when you felt a tendril snake under your shirt and up your spine. “Can you feel? With them?”

Din nodded into your neck. “Not as much as— it’s not the same. Just… textures. And temperature.”

You marveled at that for a moment. “Din,” you said, and he lifted his head. You couldn’t see him in the dark but you imagined he was looking at you. “I want to feel you everywhere.”

He surged forward and captured your mouth in a searing kiss that took your breath away.

You’d never been kissed like this. You felt his lips and his hands but then you felt them everywhere else, too. Head spinning, you sank into the feeling of being so firmly held in so many new ways.

Din broke away and started pressing soft kisses along your jaw that made you sigh. You realized your hands were clutching his cape and let it go, sliding your hands upwards.

“Your armor,” you murmured. But you stilled when your hands didn’t find anything but flightsuit. “Did you–”

“Yes,” he said, and you could hear his smile. “Faster with a little help.”

You smiled, too. You hadn’t even noticed him taking it off. Your hands continued their slide upwards until you reached his neck. “Can I…”

“You can touch me wherever you want,” Din said, voice low. “I want you to.”

Permission granted, you slid your hands into his hair, marveling at the feeling of touching something you’d never seen.

“I want you to touch me, too, Din,” you said, and smiled when running your fingers through his hair made him shiver. You felt more tendrils start to snake under your shirt and obligingly lifted your arms. Soon, so quickly it took your breath away, you were standing in the dark in nothing but your underwear with a tall, strong, naked Mandalorian backing you into the wall of the ship.

Din kissed you again, and your mind floated away as he touched you. His hands were on your hips but soft touches, soft but firm, held you everywhere. They snaked across your back, tangled around your legs, twisted between your fingers until you didn’t know where you stopped and he began.

A sudden firm touch broke through the overwhelming onslaught of Din as one lone tendril snaked around your torso and teased at your underwear. You broke away from the kiss and gasped.

“I’ll make you feel so good, cyar’ika,” he murmured, pressing kisses along your jaw.

“Please,” you breathed, and he smiled against your cheek. Your head was spinning at the knowledge that he was touching you there, slipping closer, while his hands hadn't moved. “Din–” It started with a gentle touch over your underwear, nothing like anything you’d ever felt before. It teased at you, stroking so lightly it made you start to tremble.

You felt your heart race even faster as you tried to split your attention between all the ways he was touching you. His hands held you firmly by your hip and neck while the tendril slipped inside the band of your underwear and downwards, making you gasp. You threw your head backwards as it started to tease at your slit and only the firm grip of Din’s hand on the back of your neck kept you from hitting it against the wall of the ship.

The tendril slipped inwards and you whined.

Din began to worry a mark into your shoulder as a soft, unfamiliar touch began to circle your clit. Just as you began to catch your breath, a second one slipped inside of your underwear and began to tease around your entrance.

“Din,” you breathed, and he smiled against your neck. “Please.”

“Mmm,” he replied, and you could hear the amusement in it. “Please what, cyar’ika?” He slid his hand from your hip to ass and gripped it firmly, tugging your hips forward to meet his own.

“In–” your breath hitched as the tendril that had not let up on your clit, not even for a second, pressed down a bit more firmly. “Inside.”

Din nipped at your neck as he began to push your underwear down. “My hands are a little busy.” He squeezed the back of your neck and let your underwear fall around your feet.

Your cheeks and neck and chest began to burn with the knowledge of what you were about to say. “Not with your fingers.” Your voice was so tentative, so breathy, it was a wonder it came out at all.

Din stilled, just for a moment, and then surged forward to claim your mouth in a fierce kiss. When he spoke, his voice was almost a growl. “Good girl.”

You felt some of the tendrils that had been lightly teasing your thighs suddenly surge upwards and you gasped. Gently but firmly they parted your folds and held you open as a few more tendrils joined the one teasing at your entrance. You shivered.

“Right here?” Din murmured into your ear. “Is this what you want?” One of the tendrils pushed inside, just a bit, and you clutched at his shoulders. He used his free hand to lift your leg around his waist. “Tell me.”

You nodded. “Din, yes, please. Inside.”

He started with one. It pushed its way inside you slowly and sent your mind spinning. It moved so differently than anything you’d ever felt before, so agile, so soft. A second one quickly followed and they began twisting together inside of you in a way that took your breath away.

It took you a moment to realize Din was still murmuring in your ear. “You feel so good, mesh’la. So warm. So soft.” He pressed soft kisses behind your ear as a third tendril joined the others and you moaned at the stretch. “So good for me.”

You lost track of time as he toyed with your clit and filled you in a way you’d never been filled before. You had no idea how much of him was inside of you, only that it felt perfect and delicious, particularly when he began to massage the spot inside of you that made you see stars.

“Din,” you said, thrusting your hips forward. You could feel it building inside of you. There wasn’t a single inch of your skin he hadn’t touched yet and it was filling you in a way you never knew you needed.

You whined as you felt it nearing and Din nipped at your ear in response. “Let go for me, cyar’ika. Let go.”

You did, and the pleasure rushed through you like an avalanche, building from the base of your spine, spiraling upwards until it overflowed from you in a gasp. He worked you through it, praising you, until you began to relax in his arms.

Din released his grip on your neck suddenly, but before you could even begin to make a sound mourning its loss, he used it to grab your other leg and wrap it around his waist, pinning you to the wall. His cock was suddenly pressed against you, right where his tendrils still held you open, and you moaned.

You felt him start to pull out, his tendrils dragging lightly inside of you, and whined in protest.

“Shh,” he said, kissing you quickly. The tendrils held you open once more and he thrust forward until his cock was sliding against your open, wet pussy. “I’ve got you.”

On his next thrust, the head of his cock notched against your entrance and you sucked in a sharp breath. You could feel his tendrils guiding him in as he slid forwards, pressing onwards until he was fully inside of you. Even after the way he’d just opened you up the stretch was amazing.

He paused for a moment, and you realized you were both breathing heavily and quickly. “Can I–”

“Move,” you interrupted him, and with a full-body shudder, he did.

Starting slow and building to a rhythm that took your breath away, Din began to move his hips. As he thrust forward again, the tendrils caressed you, all over your body. A few of them left cool, wet marks across your skin and you shivered with the knowledge of where they had been.

You yanked his head up by his hair and even though you couldn’t see him, you pulled him forward into a kiss.

Din groaned into your mouth and you clutched at him, thrusting your hips forward to meet his. The tendril that had again started circling your clit began to move just right, and you almost sighed into his mouth, jaw falling slack.

“Din, I–” you were building towards your peak again, somehow, and like he could tell, his hips began to move faster.

He nipped at your bottom lip. “Yes, cyar’ika,” he breathed. “Come for me.”

Once more, you couldn’t help but do as he said. It felt like being pulled over a cliff, floating through the air with him supporting you everywhere, tendrils gliding along your skin and holding you up. You’d never felt anything like it, this full-body caress that held you firmly as you fell. You cried out his name and his hips stuttered once, twice, before he followed you over.

…

In the time it took for your breath to come back, Din maneuvered you both onto your cot and replaced his helmet, so he could turn the lights back on. You let yourself drift as you cuddled into his side, but as comfortable and sated as you were, you couldn’t turn off your curiosity.

“Can I–”

He laughed, and you smiled into his chest. “Ask.”

You weren’t sure where to start, so you went with the basics. “Do they… come from somewhere?”

Din hummed. “Not… physically.” He tugged you closer and you went easily. “I sort of think of them as shadows. Part of my shadow.”

“Have you always had them?”

He nodded as two tendrils started to stroke along your arm. “My parents – my actual parents – taught me to hide them. So I did, even from the Mandalorians. I could tell, even there, that there was no one else like me.”

You tightened your arm around his middle. You had the sudden urge to go back in time and hug little Din.

“You know, you said no flirting, but I don’t think they got the message.” You looked down at where two shadowy tendrils were lightly tracing shapes along your naked thigh, the one you had thrown over his hip that Din held in a firm grip with his left hand. You could feel a tendril wrapping itself around your ankle while another wound around your waist. Each one left goosebumps in its wake and you shivered at the delicious feeling of all the ways he was touching you.

He sighed. “I know,” he said, tone wry. “I was trying to stay away, but I’m too used to being alone on the ship. Not worrying about hiding it here. I know where everything is. And then every time I thought about you…” he ran his right hand up your spine and squeezed your thigh with the other. “I was trying so hard not to flirt or catch your attention that I ended up doing… all of that. I had no idea what to do, I was so afraid of you figuring it out. I’m pretty sure I even moved some of your stuff in my sleep.”

You laughed and propped your chin on your hand, leaning on his chest to look at his visor. “Wait,” you said, suddenly realizing what he’d said. “So you can be sitting up in the cockpit and move something down here?”

He nodded, rubbing his hand up and down your back. “I know this ship too well. It’s easier here.”

You bit your lip. You wanted… your next thought felt illicit, even after everything you’d just done together. You wanted to squeeze your thighs together and squirmed against him instead.

He noticed, of course. “What?” He sounded amused.

“I just… if you can reach me, from all the way up there…” you knew he could see what you wanted. It had to be written all over your face.

His grip on your thigh tightened. You grinned when he growled. Suddenly the lights flicked off, and you knew he must have done it without you noticing. You heard the hiss of his helmet release and realized neither of his hands had moved from your body.

You shivered at the desire in his voice, once you could hear it unfiltered. “Oh, cyar’ika,” he murmured, and you felt hundreds of soft, barely there touches ease you into position straddling his hips. “Let me show you."

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renlyslittlerose · 23 days ago

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prompt: "Wait, did I not tell you guys about that? Oops.." for obikin

I wasn't sure what to do for this prompt for a little while, so thank you for the challenge! (Genuinely, I appreciate it haha) 💖

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“Should we wake him?”

“I… I don’t know. He didn’t give us direct orders to.”

“But he didn’t give us orders not to.”

“I wouldn’t wake him if I were you.” The clones turned slowly to look at Anakin as he sat on a packing crate in the middle of camp. Not glancing up from his datapad, he continued. “Obi-Wan wakes up exactly when he means to, not a moment too early or too late. And if you do happen to try and wake him, he’ll try and suffocate you while you beg for freedom.”

One of the clones shifted, his helmet knocking gently against his side. “Are you speaking from experience, sir?”

“Considering we share a bed most nights, yeah, it’s happened,” Anakin mumbled. “Some would say too often, but then again, I’ve been accused of never learning my lesson.”

The clones shared a look before nodding. They weren’t here to ask questions. In fact, that was one of the first lessons they’d been given by Captain Rex when they were assigned to the 501st: The less you ask about General Skywalker and General Kenobi’s relationship, the better off you’ll be.

There was even a poster in the barracks with the quote written on it.

“Thank you, General, for that… valuable insight into our commanding officer’s way of doing things.”

Anakin smiled then, a quick little thing, before his expression returned to focused. “Next time he goes to ‘rest his eyes’, wait a solid two hours before getting worried.”

—

“When was the last time you cleaned your room, Skyguy?”

Anakin sent Ahsoka a sharp glare, one she promptly ignored. Picking up a used caf cup from the rest of the mess on the counter, she sniffed the contents and immediately regretted all the choices she’d made that led her to this moment.

“I haven’t had the time. If you hadn’t noticed, we’ve been away for most of the last three months,” he mumbled. Opening the closet, he started rummaging around in a collection of black and brown fabrics, mumbling about how he swore he’d put the tools they needed in his room.

Ahsoka had half a mind to suggest they just go out and buy a new toolkit. They had a better chance of finding it in a scrapyard than the mess that was Anakin Skywalker’s room.

“You know we’ve got droids in the Temple who can clean this up for you,” she said idly. Stepping over a pile of datapads, she inspected the dead plant on top of the dresser.

“I don’t trust them not to throw out important things,” Anakin’s muffled voice called.

Ahsoka didn’t press the matter, knowing that Anakin’s tendency to hoard had come from a childhood where anything and everything could be useful. Instead she chose to judge Anakin for the pair of black underclothes that hung lewdly from a lamp.

“The least you could do is put your underwear away,” she said. Tilting her head, she realized the underwear was silky. “Ew, Anakin, do you really wear silk underwear?”

Anakin’s head shot up, curls a static mess atop his head. Whipping around to look at Ahsoka, she pointed to the offended pair with a wrinkled nose. With a speed that Ahsoka only saw on the battlefield, Anakin ran across the room, leapt over his bed, and snatched the underwear, almost knocking the lamp over in the process.

“Never took you as the type, Skyguy,” she teased.

“These are Obi-Wan’s,” Anakin said quickly. Seemingly completely oblivious to Ahsoka’s expression, he continued. “He thought he lost them, but clearly he just uh, misplaced them.” Letting out a sigh, he shoved them in his pocket. “He’s going to be so mad, knowing they were here all along.”

Ahsoka blinked. Did she want to know? No… no. She really didn’t want to.

“Did you… find the tools?” she asked.

Anakin shook his head. “Nope. Just gonna have to add that to the list of reasons Obi-Wan is going to give me the silent treatment.”

—

Skywalker and Mace skittered to a stop at the end of a hallway. Above them the sirens of the Separatist cruiser blared, blocking out the sounds of their heavy breathing. Off in the distance, Mace could feel the heavy footfalls of battle droids as they ran through the halls after them. They were closing in. They didn’t have much time.

“Which way?” Mace asked.

Skywalker stilled a moment, attention fixed on something Mace couldn’t see, before he nudged his chin down the hallway that went left. Relying on Skywalker’s almost umbilical-like connection to Kenobi, Mace followed behind, hoping that they’d find Kenobi before the droids found them.

It was supposed to be a routine scouting mission, with the three of them setting off in in opposition directions to scan the surrounding area, find the best way through the thick jungle, and re-converge at the camp with their data. Only Kenobi didn’t return, and with the patience that Mace had some to expect from Skywalker, Skywalker sped off in search of Kenobi. After a few firefights, one very talkative droid, and a couple of stolen Separatist starfighters, they found themselves in the belly of the beast.

They shouldn’t have been in this position in the first place, but then again, any time one worked with Skywalker and Kenobi things like ‘plans’ and ‘should’ and ‘normal’ went right out the window.

“Down here,” Skywalker said as they rounded another corner.

Stopping in front of a door, Mace kept lookout while Skywalker fussed with the locking mechanism. A sharp click soon followed, and Mace entered the room with his lightsaber drawn.

It was empty.

“He was here,” Skywalker said as he stepped inside. “They must have moved him.”

“Are you sure he was even here?” Mace asked as he glanced around the room.

Nodding, Skywalker left the room. “I can smell him.”

Following behind, Mace tried to bite back the question he knew he didn’t want answers to, but it slipped past his lips before he could stop it. “You can smell him?”

“It smelled like his cologne in there - Hapan cologne. He wears it all the time.”

“I… didn’t notice.”

“Really?” Skywalker asked distractedly. “It’s all I could smell.”

Mace wasn’t going to ask any further. It was better that way. Ignorance was bliss, and prevented culpability.

—

“Ahsoka, have you seen Anakin?” Padmé asked.

Ahsoka nodded and pointed down the hallway of the hotel. “I saw him head toward his room a couple of minutes ago. He said he was going on a break.”

A contingency of Jedi had been sent to act as security during a senatorial retreat. It was mostly formality - they were well within the boundaries of the Republic - but with the war advancing as it was, even the most well-guarded senators were beginning to worry. Padmé, for her part, felt a little more secure knowing that Anakin was present, even when he wasn’t directly next to her.

“How are the talks going?” Ahsoka asked, before Padmé set off down the hall.

Padmé shrugged. “Officially we’re not supposed to speak about the war, but unofficially there have been some talks between staunch supporters of the Republic with those who see the Separatists more favourably. I don’t know if anything will come of it, of course, but at least there is dialog. Sometimes that’s all you can hope for.”

“I see.”

“And how’s guard duty?” Padmé asked with a small smile.

“Boring,” Ahsoka said. “Master Obi-Wan keeps telling me that this is a reward, and I should take the time to relax. But it’s not relaxing - it’s boring.”

Patting Ahsoka’s arm, Padmé sent her a sympathetic look. A few years ago and she’d have agreed, but now Padmé was just happy to have time with her own thoughts for a few days. “When you’re relieved of duty, maybe we can find something more exciting to do together.”

Leaving Ahsoka to her drudgery, Padmé continued down the hall and turned the corner. 241… 243… 245…

247.

Anakin had given her a key earlier, telling her if she needed anything day or night she only come get him. She found it a little over-the-top, but that was just Anakin. Tapping the card against the reader, Padmé stepped in as soon as the doors opened and came across.

A scene.

That was the only way to describe it, really. A scene. A very, very intimate scene.

It wasn’t Anakin she found on the bed, but Obi-Wan, already half-undressed with his tunic opened to expose his flushed chest, his hair in an unfamiliar state of dishevelment, and lips parted as he let out a low, slow moan that swung upward the moment he saw Padmé in the door.

For a moment Padmé had no idea what was going on, until she saw where Anakin was. He was knelt on the floor between his Master’s legs, his head ducked, honey-brown curls caught in Obi-Wan’s thick fingers as he did something.

Padmé was certain that this was not some sort of Jedi ritual.

“I’m sorry,” Padmé squeaked out.

Anakin’s head whipped around to show off pouty red lips covered in spit and. Something. Just something.

This was all just something.

“Padmé!”

“Sorry!” She said again. Finally rediscovering how to use her legs, she turned around and hurried out the door and back down the hallway. She could feel her cheeks burning up, and her heart thundered in her chest.

She should have knocked. Even if Anakin wasn’t in there doing something with Kenobi, he could have been doing something with someone else. Or something with himself.

“Did you find him?” Ahsoka called as soon as Padmé rounded the corner.

“I did,” she said quickly.

Ahsoka’s eyes narrowed as she took Padmé in. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, of course,” she said. Smoothing the non-existent wrinkles on her dress, she sent Ahsoka what she hoped was a convincing smile, but when she thought about what her lips were doing, she couldn’t help but think about what Anakin’s lips were doing. “I didn’t know Master Obi-Wan would be with him as well.”

Ahsoka winced. “Wait, did I not tell you about that? I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. I should have knocked, regardless.”

“You didn’t knock?” Ahsoka asked, her eyes going wide.

Padmé laughed. Or tried to. It sounded hysterical even to her. “Live and let learn, my grandmother always used to say.”

“I’m so sorry,” Ahsoka repeated.

“It’s alright. No harm, no foul. Another expression my grandmother used to say.”

“Do you. I mean. Are you going to be okay?”

I will be, after I walk into the ocean. “I’m perfectly fine, Ahsoka. Next time I’ll knock.”

Ahsoka frowned. “Sometimes, even knocking doesn’t help.”

#obikin #star wars fanfiction #lemon fanfiction #veloursdor #in which everyone has to deal with how weird these two are about each other

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loaf-of-cheese · 3 months ago

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@eightbitpale and @notitlesapply

Thank you for the drawing prompts :)

Everyone who suggested something, I’ll definitely get to drawing those ideas too because this is doing wonders for my art block, but here:

Sorry if either of them are a bit scuffed, this is my first time properly drawing them lol.

Just the sillies getting caf and tea. I’m thinking Obi-Wan brought them to a very fancy café and told Cody to not look at any of the prices and panic because this was a treat for both of them. Also this was an excuse to draw them in casual clothes, because I am NOT confident enough to draw Cody’s armor yet lol

Some parts of the anatomy aren’t great, but I’m proud of this otherwise

#codywan #prompt response #star wars #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #digital art #could be a modern au #could be me just drawing them in modernish clothes #who know :)

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morgana-larkin · 5 months ago

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No one asked for this but I wrote it anyway because I can. Obviously it’s based off the line “I’d eat her ass.” I decided to dip my toe into something anal, I never thought about writing anything like that because I personally am not into that. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I have 4 other fics on the go including ‘Mine’ and ‘Worth It’! Also I noticed a couple people requested to have a reader that’s taller than Mel in their prompts, so I’m sorry to everyone that’s taller than Lisa. I am not one of those people as I’m 5’1 which is why I usually write a shorter reader.

Something New

Warnings: Smut, sexual teasing, switch reader and Mel, strap ons, ass eating

Words: 3k

“Thank goodness the volunteers get here today.” Janine says as she fixes her cup of coffee then goes to sit down. “It is so weird how we all fall behind after break when we get back.”

“Yeah, not me, I’m good.” Melissa says and you look at her briefly before going back to your lesson plan.

“I’m actually ahead of schedule.” Barb says proudly and with a smile.

“Well I’m behind.” You say and Melissa looks at you.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I could help you.” She asks.

“Because I don’t need help, I’m good doing it myself.” You tell her and she tilts her head.

“You’re so stubborn.” She says and you roll your eyes.

“You’re one to talk.” You tell her and she shakes her head at you with a smile.

“I need help with my vents. Some of the seats are too cold, others too hot. It’s a whole Goldilocks sitch.” You hear Jacob say.

“You know if a girl came into my house and ate my porridge, and slept in my bed, I’m eating her ass.” Melissa says randomly and you all look at her with a shocked and confused face. “To be clear, in this hypothetical, I’m a bear.” She says and you all still give her a weird look. “The animal.” She adds and you burst out laughing. “What are you laughing at?” Melissa asks as she turns to look at you.

Before you get a chance to answer, Ava announces that the volunteers have arrived and you all go to greet them. While on the way there, she wraps an arm around your waist and holds you close.

“So what were you laughing about?” She asks again.

“I’ll tell you after.” You say and then reach the volunteers. You all greet them and then Ava gets them to work after a brief encounter. You and Melissa make your way to her classroom and then she slips her glasses on and starts going through paperwork.

“So what were you laughing about earlier?” She asks and you smirk.

“You.” You simply say and she looks at you.

“What about me?” She asks as she gets up and starts handing out a piece of paper to each desk.

“You said you’d eat a girl’s ass.” You bluntly say as she continues handing out the paper.

“And? I was telling the truth.”

“Oh? So you’re interested in eating ass?” You ask her mischievously and she stops to look at you.

“You know I meant that I would eat a girl whole, because I would be a bear.” She says and you smirk.

“So you’d go to town on an ass? You animal.” You say and she scoffs out.

“Go get ready for your class Y/n.” She says with a shake of her head.

“There’s still 5 minutes left.” You tell her after checking the time and you lean against her desk as you face her as she’s handing out papers. She walks up to you after a few seconds and traps you between her and her desk.

“Get to your class hon.” She says and gives you a quick kiss on the lips. You smile at her before nodding your head.

“Alright, don’t miss me too much.” You tell her and then leave and she chuckles slightly at you.

The bells rings for lunch and you bring your class to the caf before you head to the break room.

“Does anybody else think there’s something seriously off about these volunteers?” Gregory asks as you enter the break room.

“Long morning hon?” Melissa asks as you slump down in your seat and you nod.

“Not only is taking care of first graders tiring, but that Dennis guy, the one who doesn’t show his face on camera, keeps asking me out to this gross bar with like 300 one star reviews.” You tell her and everyone looks at you.

“He what?” Melissa asks and you give her a look that says ‘leave it be’. “Wait, a gross bar in south?” Melissa asks as she has a curious look on her face and you nod. “I knew I knew those schulbs.” She says as she packs the lid on her salad and gets up. “Guys come on.” She says and everyone gets up. “You too Y/n.” She adds and helps you up. “Hey, you guys own that Paddy’s Pub, that’s the skeeviest bar I ever been to.” She says and then Dennis goes to leave but she grabs his arm. “And you, stop asking my girlfriend out.” She says and they all look at Melissa. Dennis immediately nods with a look of fear on his face.

“Melissa, let go of his arm.” You tell her and you have to peel her hand off of his arm. Once she lets go of his arm you have to hold her back with an arm around her waist. “You’ve already told him off, honey.” You tell her and she looks at you and calms down.

Melissa wraps an arm around you for the entire conversation to keep you close to her, and to let other people know you’re claimed. After the conversation, you and Melissa walk back to the break room with you holding hands with her.

“So you got a little jealous over there.” You tell her and she groans.

“Well I can’t have people thinking you don’t belong to me, no matter what.” She says and you smile at her.

“Well maybe you can use some of that jealousy tonight?” You tell her.

“Oh ya, and anything specific that you have in mind?” She asks.

“Well how about we try something that you mentioned earlier?” You tell her and she quirks an eyebrow at you.

“And what did I mention earlier?” She asks and you hum.

“Well you mentioned something about eating ass.” You tell her and she whips her head at you.

“I was talking about killing, nothing sexual.”

“I know, still doesn’t mean that my mind didn’t go places.” You say with a smirk and she shakes her head at you.

“You’re really a wonder, you know that?” She says and you giggle as you reach the break room and sit down.

“You haven’t said yes or no.” You tell her and she snorts.

“I’ll think about it.” She says as she continues eating.

“Well, don't take too long.” You tell her and then you take the bite of food off of her fork and she gasps in disbelief.

“Are you always going to take my food?” She asks and you smile.

“I will until you stop me.” You tell her and she sighs.

“Then you’re always going to take my food then.” She says and you smirk.

“So you’re not going to stop me?” You ask and take a tomato and eat it.

“You know I won’t.” She tells you. “I take it as a compliment, you like my food better.” She adds you and she wiggles her eyebrows and you laugh.

“I do like eating something you make better.” You tell her and you hear Barb cough and you see Melissa blushing. You then lean and whisper in her ear. “I love eating all those juices you make.” You pull back and you see her eyes darken. “But yes I do love your food as well.”

“I know, that’s why you always steal my food.” She tells you and then switches her salad with yours. “There, no need to steal it now.” She says and then takes a bite of the food.

“You’re sweet.” You say and then lean in near her ear. “I hope you taste sweet after school.” You say and you hear her breathing hitch before you pull back.

“J-Jacob.” She says and you see Jacob turning around to look at her.

“Ya.” He says and Melissa looks at you before answering him.

“Get lost after school.” She says and Jacob sees you smirking.

“Again? Why can’t you go to Y/n’s place?” He complains with.

“Because I live in an apartment and my neighbours already told me that we were really loud and to keep it down next time.” You tell him and Melissa smiles proudly before taking a bite of your food.

“You can spend the afternoon with me, Jacob.” Janine offers and Jacob nods.

“Thanks.” He says.

You quietly take off a shoe and carefully bring your foot to Melissa’s thigh. Melissa flinches and accidentally hits the leg of the table and you retract your foot immediately as everyone looks.

“You ok Melissa?” Janine asks and Melissa nods before glaring at you, while you just happily eat the salad she gave you, unfazed by her glares anymore.

“I’m fine.” Melissa says. “Just got itchy, moved my leg too far.” She quickly covers and everyone nods before going back to their food.

As you all walk to the caf, she pulls you in close to her. “You played dirty in there.” She tells you and you look at her with a smile.

“No idea what you’re talking about.” You tell her innocently.

“What you do to me at work determines what I do to you in bed.” She says and you blush immediately before reaching the caf. “Alright my little eagles, line up in a straight line.” Melissa tells her class and she then glances at you as you’re helping a student pack up their lunch while the others get in a line.

“Ms. Schemmenti?” One student asks her and she looks at them and nods her head. “Why do you always look at Ms. Y/l/n?” They ask her and Melissa feels heat rise to her cheeks at being caught.

“Just making sure she’s ok as we’re friends.” She tells them and sees you looking over with a smile as you heard the conversation.

“Just making sure I’m ok?” You ask her as she’s right across from you.

“Yes, I do that.” She says and you hum as you watch your class walk in the classroom.

“You know I was thinking about something. How would you feel about doing a combined movie together with our classrooms today?” You ask her and she looks at you.

“Why?”

“Well you want to show your class a movie and I need to catch up on work.” You tell her and she thinks about it.

“Alright, sure. Bring them over in an hour.” She tells you and you nod before going back to your classroom.

In an hour you bring your class over with all their stuff and they all sit on the mat or a free chair in the classroom. You brought your chair over and you sit by Melissa as you start catching up on your work. Melissa finishes all of her work 20 minutes into the movie and then she starts helping you with yours. You go to protest but she stops you before you do.

“Don’t even think about saying no.” She says sternly and then you shut your mouth and let her help you. You and Melissa catch up on your work and then you both watch the last 10 minutes of The Incredibles.

Everyone gets their things ready to leave and you both stand outside her class as the students are getting picked up or they walk to the school bus.

“Ready to go home?” She asks as the last student leaves and you nod. She locks up her classroom and then she grabs your hand as you walk to her car. You both put your bags in the backseat and then you wrap your arms around her waist before she goes to the driver’s seat. “Whatcha doing hon?” She asks and you hum before kissing her.

“I’ve had to wait to do that all day.” You complain and she giggles.

“The torture.” She jokes and you nod.

“It is, specially since I’m right across the hall from you.” You tell her and then kiss her again.

“Get a room you dorks.” Ava says as she passes by you both. You both pull away with a smile before getting in the car and she drives you home.

As soon as you take your shoes and jacket off, she excitedly pulls you to her room and you squeeze her ass on the stairs.

She takes your shirt and bra off before pushing you on the bed. She then takes the rest of your clothes off and she looks at you with a smile, as you’re completely bare on her bed. She gets on her knees and pulls you close to the side of the bed.

She dives down to your pussy and starts licking your entrance as you moan out. She then moves up to your clit and sticks two fingers in your entrance. You reach out and grab the back of her head to keep her there. She hums at that and it vibrates on your clit and you buck your hips. She does some hard sucks on your clit and you gasp out.

After a couple minutes you feel your orgasm building and you start grinding her face and you feel her smile. She lets you keep doing that even though it’s occasionally blocking off her air supply. She starts curling her fingers inside of you and you scream out.

“Melissa, I’m so close!” You scream and she gives your clit hard sucks until you come. While coming down from your high, Melissa gets up and flips you on your stomach. “Melissa, what are you- oh my god!” You get cut off as she goes back down on your knees and starts licking your ass.

Some of your juices dripped down to your ass when you came and she had no problem licking all of that up. She keeps your ass cheeks spread open as she keeps licking the hole over and over again. You moan out as the new sensation feels amazing and wonder why you never thought of this before.

“Does this feel good baby?” She asks.

“Yes, keep going.” You tell her quickly and she dives back down.

“Rub your clit baby.” She tells you and you bring your hand to your clit and start rubbing it. You start moving your hips after about 30 seconds as you feel your orgasm building. She then sticks two fingers in your entrance and you scream out. The pleasure from your clit, entrance and ass is overwhelming and you end up coming hard.

You flip onto your back as Melissa gets up and sees you trying to catch your breath. She sits down beside you and you place your head on her lap as she scratches your scalp to help you calm down.

“Why-why are you sti fully dressed?” You ask her after a few seconds.

“Because no one’s taken them off yet.” She says with a smirk. You then sit up and push her down on the bed and she looks up at you and giggles as you immediately take her shirt off and bra off. “Sometimes I think you love my tits more than me.” She jokes and you laugh.

“Maybe equally.” You play along with and she laughs. You place your mouth around a nipple and start sucking. She gasps out and puts her hands in your hair. You feel her rub her thighs together for friction and you smirk. You switch to her other nipple and you undo the button on her jeans and unzip them. You pull away and then get off the bed and then take her pants and underwear off. You go into the nightstand and pull out the harness and dildo and put it on. You get back on top of her and go down to suck her neck. “Now everyone will know you’re claimed.” You tell her as you pull away.

You get on your knees in between her legs and move her hips up slightly and align the dildo with her entrance. You slid it in slowly and she gasps out at the feeling of it filling her up. You bottom out inside of her and you give her a second before you start moving. She starts gasping and moaning like crazy as you start speeding up more and more. She wraps her legs around you and she starts bucking her hips. You pin her down and then start pounding into her. Her legs drop down to the bed as she couldn’t keep them wrapped around you with the pleasure you’re giving her. You placed the dildo in the exact spot where it can rub your clit and you start gasping out as well. You see her grab one of her boobs with her hand and you smirk.

“Rub your clit.” You tell her, just like she did with you. She obeys immediately and starts rubbing her clit and she gasps out.

“Oh god!” She screams out and you can tell she’s about to come.

“I need you to hold it in.” You tell her and she whines. “Just for a bit as I’m close as well, I want you to come with me.” You tell her. Her legs start moving all around and you can tell she’s having difficulty holding it in.

“I can’t hold it anymore.” She cries out.

“Ok, come for me.” You tell her and she lets go immediately and comes hard. You come a few seconds later with a moan and then pull out of her carefully. You take the strap off and then you curl up beside her and places an arm around you.

“You know, I don’t think I can ever let you go.” She says and you look at her.

“And why’s that?” You ask and she smiles before looking at you.

“Cause you always give me one hell of an orgasm.” She says and smirk before giving her a kiss.

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deltasquadweek · 3 months ago

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𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐀 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Attention, troopers! This is Advisor 01/425, and as the field supervisor of Delta Squad, I'm obliged to declare this event commence now.

Complete 7 of these prompts or all 14 and creators will earn a specialized badge of honor.

Vital Information: Do keep in mind that these prompts are totally optional. Every day of this event is a free space day. We want to give as much freedom for creators.

Δ 𝐈𝐧-𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 Δ

Wanna do something outside the daily prompts? Perhaps these quotes from the Republic Commando video game would spark some ideas. Feel free to interpret these however you like and post them at any time during the event.

"I hate it when they do that."

"Never say no to bacta."

"I love my job."

"This place is giving me the creeps."

"Should be fun."

Below is the text version of @deltasquadweek 7-day prompts. Happy creating, troopers. Advisor out.

Tagging for visibility @swfandomevents

𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 | 𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗘𝗦 | 𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗢 𝗝𝗢𝗜𝗡 | 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘𝗦

Day 1 - June 1, 2025

Dinner

Alternative: "You're hurt."

Day 2 - June 2, 2025

Scars

Alternative: "Baby Wookiees?"

Day 3 - June 3, 2025

Blaster

Alternative: "I dreamed about you."

Day 4 - June 4, 2025

Tooka

Alternative: "Tell Fixer that."

Day 5 - June 5, 2025

Brothers

Alternative: "We have a problem."

Day 6 - June 6, 2025

Afternoon

Alternative: "Where's my caf?"

Day 7 - June 7, 2025

Kashyyyk

Alternative: "I love you."

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nahoney22 · 10 months ago

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Congratulations on the followers!

Can I please request a fluffy enemies to lovers with a clone of your choice with the prompt “Did you just call me cute?”

Would love to see any! Female reader if possible. Thanks! 💓

Up Close and Personal 🌊

🫧 Pairings: Commander Fox X Female!Reader

word count: 3.9k

prompt:

• “Did just call me cute?”

Plot: When you accidentally let slip you thought Fox was cute, he grows curious and wonders if you still think the same under the helmet.

Warnings: Safe for work, grumpy/sunshine trope, teasing, awkward moments, flirting, kissing, mutual pining, accidental confessions.

You’ve been working alongside the Coruscant Guard for a while now, handling everything from delivering reports to managing routine tasks that help keep the operation running smoothly. Most of the clones greet you with a warm smile and friendly chatter when you drop by.

You were cheerful and always had a smile on your face, nothing ever seeming to phase you.

But when it comes to Commander Fox, he doesn’t seem to match your enthusiasm. Where others find a moment to chat or joke around, Fox’s response is always the same: curt and dismissive.

You remember one time when you entered the office, probably a fortnight ago, laughing with Thire and Stone as you handed them their files. “You’re a lifesaver,” Thire had said with a sigh of relief and grin after his had miraculously gone missing. You of course always had extra, just in case.

Stone chuckled and added, “You’re the only reason we stay organised.”

Before you could reply, however, Fox cut in. His tone like durasteel. “Can you just leave the files and go? Some of us are trying to work.” He hadn’t even looked up, but the chill in his voice was unmistakable. You forced a smile, and rolled your eyes at his attitude when you left the office that day. It didn’t bother you as you were used to his moods but you couldn’t help wondering what it would take to get past that fickle exterior.

And despite his attitude, you had noticed Fox’s subtle care for his brothers; something you found rather endearing. You’ve caught him running silent armour checks, making sure everyone’s gear is spotless and in perfect order. Of course, it’s not about vanity but simply about keeping his men safe.

It’s those types of moments that make you think there’s more to him beneath the mask. Or helmet in this case.

Today, you decide to do something different. Rumors have been swirling that the Guard’s workload has been overwhelming lately. Crime in the lower levels is on the rise, and the boys are sadly running themselves ragged. So, you arrive at their station with a special treat: caf orders, each customised exactly how you know they like it.

You start with Commander Thire, who breaks into a grin as you hand him his cup. “You’re too good to us,” he says, taking a sip. “Thanks.”

Next is Stone, who raises an eyebrow in surprise. “Didn’t expect this today,” he says, taking the steaming cup. “But I’m not complaining.” He shoots you a wink. “You really know how to keep morale up.”

Sergeant Hound, busy tinkering with his gear with Grizzer snoozing at his feet looks up with a smile when you hand him his drink. “You actually remembered mine,” he says, sounding almost impressed. He takes a long sip before giving you a small nod. “Cheers. Really needed this.”

Finally, you approach Fox. He’s leaning back in his chair, arms folded across his chest, watching you carefully through his visor. “I’ll assume you didn’t get me anything,” he says, voice as flat as ever.

You fight back a smirk and meet his gaze behind the visor. “You assume wrong, Commander.” You slide the cup across his desk. It’s strong, with a hint of sweetness—your best guess based on what you’ve observed. Alongside it, you place a small sweet treat and the stack of data devices you’ve been carrying. Oh, and you also could help but draw a small smiley face on the lid to his cup.

Fox doesn’t touch the drink. Instead, he gives a sharp nod. “Just leave it and go.”

You swallow your disappointment, trying to keep your smile from faltering. “Of course, sir.” You turn to leave, the brief flash of hurt lingering despite your best efforts to shrug it off. Huh, maybe it did get to you.

As you exit, you catch a glimpse of Thire, Stone, and Hound exchanging looks before Thire’s voice cuts through the room. “You know, Fox, a ‘thank you’ wouldn’t kill you.”

Fox remains silent, but you don’t stay long enough to see or hear his reaction. The door closes behind you, and you let out a quiet sigh.

Moments later, you hear quick footsteps behind you. “Hey, wait up!”

You turn to see Thire jogging to catch up. “Don’t take it personally,” he says, offering a sympathetic smile. “Fox is… well, Fox. If he didn’t like you at least a little, he wouldn’t let you stick around.”

You laugh softly, though the sting hasn’t fully faded. “Doesn’t feel like it sometimes. I know he’s under a lot of stress, but still…”

Thire nods, understanding in his eyes. “He’s got a funny way of showing appreciation. But trust me, we all see what you do for us, even if he doesn’t say it. You’re a bright spot in this whole mess.”

Your smile this time is more genuine, though still a bit weak. “Thanks, Thire. I just wish I could get through to him, you know?”

“Give it time,” Thire says, clapping a hand on your shoulder. “He’ll come around. Until then, we’ve got your back.”

A few days later, you arrive with—surprise, surprise—yet another stack of files. You expect to find the usual group in the office, and sure enough, Thire, Stone, and Hound are all at their stations, busy with their tasks. But there’s one notable absence: Commander Fox. You glance around, scanning the room in curiosity.

Before you can ask, Stone notices the way you’re searching and smirks. “Looking for someone?”

Your cheeks warm slightly, realising you’ve been caught. “Nope,” you reply, a little too quickly. “Just… making sure I don’t miss anyone.”

Thire chimes in, an amused glint in his eye. “Sure, that’s what you’re doing.”

You roll your eyes playfully, trying to play it off. “Honestly, you guys are worse than all those gossiping cadets and shinies.”

“Did Fox ever apologise for the other day?” Hound asks as you stand nearby, shifting through some flimsi. His question surprised you a little since you hadn’t truly thought about it until now. But, you shake your head with a dismissive wave. “Nah, but it’s fine. I’m used to him being a grump. Besides,” you add with a smile, “you lot make it worth coming around.”

But then Stone started to dig a little deeper as he leans back in his chair. “Did you think about what Thire said? About Fox not minding you hanging around?”

You bite your lip, remembering Thire’s words all too well. Now that did have you wondering for most of that night. For someone who always wanted you to go, he never actually told you to fully leave.

“Yeah, actually. It got me thinking… maybe he’s not as bothered by me as he pretends.” You pause, considering your next question. “Hey, have any of you actually seen him without his helmet?”

The three of them exchange glances before Thire nods, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. “How do you think he downed that caf you brought him the other day?”

You lean back against the wall, arms crossed as you think it over but also a little smug knowing that Fox clearly liked your drink choice for him. “I always wondered what he looks like under there. Maybe he’s got some cool tattoos, or, like, bright red hair or something; to match the gear.”

Stone shrugs, pretending to be nonchalant. “Could do. But we’re not spilling anything.”

You narrow your eyes at them playfully, but before you can push further, you find yourself blurting out, “I mean, I bet he’s kinda cute.”

There’s a beat of silence before all three of them break into laughter. Hound gives you a teasing nudge. “So, you’ve got a crush on the boss now, huh?”

You wave them off, feeling your face flush. “No, I mean—well, no, yes, kinda? I don’t know!” You fumble with your words, realising you’ve put yourself in an awkward spot. You wouldn’t say it was much of a crush but you did admire him.

“It’s not like that. He’s just interesting, I guess. Annoying, but in a weird way, it’s kind of… cute?”

The boys exchange amused glances, and you’re about to defend yourself further when you notice all of their gazes suddenly lock onto something—or someone—behind you. The laughter dies down, and your stomach drops.

Before you can even turn around, a deep voice rumbles from directly behind you. “Did you just call me cute?”

You freeze, feeling your blood run cold. Slowly, you turn to face Fox, who’s standing there with his arms crossed, his helmeted visor trained directly on you. You can’t tell what expression he’s wearing underneath, but the deadpan delivery of his question makes you want to disappear into the nearest ventilation system.

“I—uh…” you stammer, utterly at a loss. “Well, you see—”

Thire, Stone, and Hound are barely holding in their snickers, clearly enjoying your discomfort. Fox’s posture remains unyielding as he waits for you to say something. Anything.

You finally manage a weak shrug. “I mean sure, why not?”

For a long moment, there’s nothing but silence, and you’re certain you’ll never live this down. But then, just when you think it couldn’t get worse, Fox turns his helmet slightly as if considering your words. “Interesting,” is all he says before he strides past you, not giving anything away.

The room erupts in laughter as soon as he’s out of earshot, leaving you standing there, cheeks burning, as Thire claps you on the back. “Well, if that’s not a confession, I don’t know what is.”

“I’m never going to hear the end of this, am I?”

Stone grins. “Nope. But hey, at least now you’ve got him wondering.”

You playfully slap Stone’s arm with the thick stack of flimsi you were holding. “You’re impossible, you know that?” you tease, but there’s a grin on your face despite your embarrassment.

Stone just chuckles, dodging away from your reach. “You make it too easy, kid.”

Shaking your head, you wave the guys off. “Okay, I’m leaving before I say anything else stupid. You’ll just have to survive without me for a bit.”

As you walk away, you can still hear their laughter, and although your cheeks are still warm, you can’t help but smile.

Over the next week or two, you notice that Fox isn’t in his office as much. You’re not one to pry, but eventually, Thire lets it slip that it’s the Supreme Chancellor who’s been keeping him busy, not the fact that he might be avoiding you. “He’s been running all over the place on Palpatine’s orders,” Thire had said. “Trust me, it’s not about feeling awkward with you around.”

You nod, but you can’t help the nagging thoughts that linger. Still, you push them aside, deciding it’s better not to dwell on it.

One afternoon, you arrive at the office, balancing a tray with the usual caf orders and some sweet treats. It’s become a bit of a weekly ritual now, something the guys seem to look forward to. But today, when you step inside, the office is eerily quiet—no Thire, no Stone, no Hound. And non-surprisingly, no Fox.

You frown, setting the tray down on the nearest desk. “Hello?” you call out, but the only response is the hum of the overhead lights.

Shrugging, you decide to leave everything on their desks for when they return. You place each clone’s drink down, making sure their reports are organised alongside them.

When you reach Fox’s desk, you pause. It’s a bit messier than usual, the clutter showing signs of someone who’s been overworked and stretched thin. Your brows furrow in concern as you instinctively start tidying up, sorting the files and stacking the more urgent ones on top.

As you organise his drawers, you’re about to close one when something catches your eye. An empty caf cup, tucked away almost like it’s been hidden. You pull it out and recognise it immediately—it’s the cup you gave Fox the other week, the one with the little smiley face you drew on the lid. Your heart skips a beat. He kept it.

For a moment, all you can do is stare at the cup, a small, unexpected warmth blooming in your chest. Maybe there’s more to his gruff exterior than you first thought. Maybe he does have a soft spot for you, even if he won’t admit it.

“Can I help you?”

You jump, nearly dropping the cup as you whirl around to face the door. There stands Fox, his arms tucked behind his back, his gaze unreadable behind his helmet.

“Fox—Commander!” you stammer, hastily shoving the cup back into the drawer and closing it. “I was just… fixing things.” Your voice trails off as you awkwardly step away from his desk, suddenly finding it difficult to meet his gaze.

He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, and you feel your pulse quicken. “I’ve been meaning to speak to you.”

“Oh! Sure, of course!” You’re flustered now, your mind racing. “Is it about the reports? Or maybe the supply request? Or—”

“No.”

You clamp your mouth shut, cheeks burning as you mentally curse yourself for rambling. You stand there in silence, waiting for him to continue, while he circles around you with the careful precision of someone used to keeping others off balance. His presence is commanding (oh the irony), making the room feel smaller as he closes the distance between you.

“I had overheard something the other day,” he says, his voice low, almost conversational. “You were wondering what I looked like. Wondering if I had tattoos, colorful hair…” He trails off, his tone giving nothing away.

“I—uh—well, I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just curious, you know? I hope you didn’t take offense, Commander. It wasn’t—”

He stops in front of you, so close now that you can see your own reflection in the dark visor of his helmet as you crane your neck to look at him. “Why not?” he asks, cutting off your nervous rambling. “Do you not want to know if I’m ‘cute’ or not?”

The words hang in the air between you, and you feel your breath catch in your throat. His tone isn’t mocking, but there’s a subtle challenge in his voice, as if daring you to admit something you haven’t even fully acknowledged to yourself.

You try to swallow the lump in your throat, searching for a response. “I—I mean… maybe?”

His head tilts slightly, as if studying you. “You know, I rarely remove my helmet. It’s part of who I am, part of the uniform. Most people never see what’s underneath.”

“I get it,” you say quickly, eager to reassure him. “It’s not like I need to know. You’re still you, helmet or not.”

But as you speak, he moves closer, his voice dropping to almost a whisper. “And yet, you’re curious.”

Your gaze flicks up to meet his visor, the tension thick enough to cut through. “Maybe a little,” you admit, barely above a whisper.

You think he’s about it leave, a small stagger in his step. But instead of stepping back as you expect, he reaches up and, with a slow and deliberate motion, removes his helmet.

Your breath catches in your throat. You were expecting him to look like the other clones but nothing prepared you for this.

His hair, salt and peppered with a few streaks of silver, is slightly messy but still shows a hint of soft curls. Framing his face in a way that’s both rugged and refined. But it’s his eyes that catch your immediate attention.

A deep, rich brown, just like his brothers but darkened by exhaustion. Yet somehow still smolder with an intensity that makes your heart stop. They’re striking, alive with an alluring warmth that makes it hard to look away.

You’re utterly speechless, barely registering that your mouth has gone dry. He’s not just cute; he’s absolutely gorgeous. His lips curve into a knowing smirk as he tilts his head at you, clearly gauging your reaction.

“So, tell me…” he drawls, his tone soft and low as he notices your gaze drifting to his lips, “how ‘cute’ am I?”

Your mouth opens, but the words you want to say get stuck somewhere in your throat. You feel a sudden heat rising to your cheeks and creeping down your neck, making you feel warm under the collar. For months, you had wondered what it would be like to be this close to him, to hear his voice without the filter of that helmet, to feel his presence in an almost tangible way. Now, with his breath fanning your face, it’s almost overwhelming.

“You’re… you’re…” You struggle to find the right words, but everything comes out in stutters as your brain short-circuits under the intensity of his gaze.

Fox leans in closer, his eyes never leaving yours, his lips still curved in that teasing smirk. “Mhmm? I’m what?” There’s a playful and teasing lilt in his voice as he inches nearer, clearly enjoying how flustered you’ve become.

Before you know it, you’ve backed up until you’re nearly pressed against the edge of his desk; close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from him, and it’s impossible to think straight. Your pulse feels like it’s pounding in your ears. Especially as he leans in even further, the distance between you shrinking until it’s nearly nonexistent.

His breath is warm against your skin as he adds, “Come on, I’m waiting. You were so curious before. For someone so chatty, you have gone awfully quiet. Why’s that?”

Your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, but the only thing you can focus on is how close he is, how those deep brown eyes are watching your every reaction, and how his lips look infuriatingly soft. Finally, you manage to stammer out a broken, barely coherent, “You’re… more than cute.”

Fox chuckles as he straightens slightly, clearly pleased with your reaction. “Good answer.”

You let out a nervous chuckle, brushing a hand through your hair, thinking this is the end of it. But he barely budges before asking, “Do you want to know what I think about you?”

Breath shaky, you avoid his eyes. “Let me guess… annoying… too talkative…”

“Distracting,” he cuts you off.

Before you can respond, his hands lift, gently cupping your face. You’re caught off guard as his thumbs brush tenderly over your cheeks. A soft gasp escapes your lips at the unexpected warmth of his touch, your eyes fluttering closed as you lean into it. His presence is all-consuming, his closeness dizzying as his nose lightly brushes against yours, sending sparks dancing down your spine.

His voice is low, rich with a sincerity that makes your heart race even faster. “I find you distracting. Beautiful and distracting.”

Before you can fully process his words, his lips capture yours in a kiss that’s impossibly gentle and utterly intoxicating.

It’s slow and unhurried, his lips moving against yours in a way that feels both tender and deliberate. Your eyes widen in surprise at first, hands raised but unsure where to place them.

Fox was kissing you. the Commander Fox was kissing you. You didn’t even know what this meant fully. Had he been harbouring feelings for you after all this time?

The initial shock soon melts away, your body relaxing into the kiss as your arms instinctively wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. The feeling of the warmth of his mouth on yours, the soft press of his lips sending a sweet sent an addictive thrill through your veins. He’s steady and confident, guiding the kiss with a gentleness.

His hands remain on your face, anchoring you to the moment until one slides back to cradle the back of your head, his fingers threading through your hair that makes you gasp against his lips.

You can’t help but chase after his lips, the slow and tender rhythm of the kiss drawing you in deeper. He’s all you can think about—the taste of him, the feel of him, the way he’s holding you as though you’re something precious.

Fox finally pulls back just enough to look at you, his forehead resting gently against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the small space between you. His eyes, those deep, mesmerising brown orbs, search yours as if he’s looking for something—confirmation, maybe, or understanding. You’re not sure, but whatever he sees in your gaze seems to settle something inside him.

His thumb sweeps over your cheek again, a soft, almost absent-minded caress as he holds you there, still so close. “You have no idea how distracting you are,” he murmurs, his voice hushed.

You’re left breathless, your heart racing in your chest as you blink up at him, dazed by it all. “You… you kissed me,” you whisper, your body still flushed against his as you try to piece things together.

“I did,” he replies softly, his hands now moving to rest on your waist, grounding you in the moment. “Is it okay that I did?”

“I mean, yeah, I guess it’s just… I thought you didn’t like me.” You pull back slightly, leaning against the desk this time. He looks down at you, his gaze unexpectedly soft.

“I’ll admit I haven’t been the kindest to you,” he says, a touch of regret in his tone. “The lads gave me an earful the other day.”

“So, was it a guilt kind of kiss or…?” you mumble, sincerely hoping it wasn’t.

Fox’s eyes widen slightly, and he quickly shakes his head. “No, it’s nothing like that,” he exclaims, his voice firm but gentle. “I’m not great at showing how I feel, and hearing you call me ‘cute’… it pushed me in the right direction. Made me realise I couldn’t keep pretending I didn’t care.”

His sincerity catches you off guard. “Oh,” you say, your voice small but relieved.

He offers you a small smile, the kind that’s rare for him, and it makes your heart skip a beat. “So, would you consider going for drinks with me tonight?” he asks, his tone hopeful but tinged with the same guardedness that’s always been there.

The hesitation in his voice makes you understand how much this moment means to him, and you can’t help but smile back with a genuine, warm smile. “Yeah, I’d like that,” you reply softly.

Fox’s shoulders visibly relax, the tension you hadn’t even noticed finally easing as he nods. “Good,” he says, his voice low and a little rough around the edges. But there’s a warmth there now, something new that you hadn’t had the pleasure of seeing before. “I, uh, have to get back to the Chancellor. I knew the others wouldn’t be here today, and I know your routine, so I figured I’d have time to speak to you before heading back.”

You raise an eyebrow in surprise. “So, you’re not supposed to be here?”

“No, I’m not,” he admits with a somewhat sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his neck. “I may or may not have told the Chancellor I had an important matter to tend to.”

You laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. “I can’t believe you did that.”

Fox joins in with a chuckle, the sound rich and surprisingly pleasant, before he takes a final step toward you and presses a soft kiss to your cheek. “It was worth it,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin.

Your heart skips a beat as he pulls back, his gaze lingering on yours for a moment longer. “I’ll see you tonight?” he asks, a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

“Definitely.”

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carrinth · 2 years ago

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Happy Foxiyo Week!

Prompt: CAF

Brooklyn 99 joke which wouldn't leave my mind lol. Part of a longer series but I couldn't draw everything in time XD Also this was the only part that was Foxiyo related heh.

It is universally known that Corrie Guards swear upon certain senators. Senator Chuchi is patron of truth and cookies. Also you should not ask why Commander Fox carries a holopic of the Pantoran senator around with him. Just don't. (Although one particularly brave trooper asked if Senator Chuchi had a holopic of Commander Fox and she just laughed and winked)

#foxiyo #foxiyoweek2023 #b99 parody joke #who stole Fox's iced cafe

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arctrooper69 · 11 months ago

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Hello! I love your stories. Could I request a Drabble about Wrecker being a body guard for a Princess trope? She likes him but he doesn’t think she does. And if it fits “Can you lock the door please?” From your prompt list. Thanks!

Hello friend! I'm so so so sorry that it's taken so long for me to get this out to you! I've been sitting on this for probably about a year now. So sorry! Also... it turned into a full-blown 12 page fic instead of a drabble. Hope you enjoy!!!! 😂❤️🫂

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The Princess and the Wrecking Ball

Wrecker x Princess!Reader

Warnings: Loss due to wartime, small mention of blood. Mostly just some cute hurt/comfort 🥰

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"Really Hunter?" complained Wrecker, "A princess?"

Hunter frowned and nodded. "Yes. Just for a few days." He looked around at the others for confirmation and they simply nodded.

"Why do you seem to be the only one that has a problem with this?" Hunter gestured to his brother with thinly veiled frustration. He'd never seen Wrecker this adverse to a mission before. Even when it required rappelling from treacherous heights.

"Because last time he met a princess he fell head over heels for her and she hated his guts." Crosshair spoke evenly as he sat on his bunk, cleaning his rifle.

Hunter frowned, looking back at Wrecker. "Is that what this is about?"

Wrecker looked down, shrugging nervously. He rubbed the back of his head. "I just don't like Princesses, okay? They think they're all that and then they look at you with those pretty eyes and you think you've got a chance, and you think they really like you and then they realize that you're a clone and call you a stupid, ugly mistake."

The group was silent.

Hunter cleared his throat, "Well, you don't have to get along with her. We're just supposed to transport her safely back to her uncle on Coruscant."

Wrecker crossed his arms, frowning, "Why do we gotta do it?"

"She's in danger, Wrecker." Echo explained, "and it's a favor for Senator Amidala."

"Why can't she do it?"

"She's a senator. She can't exactly sneak into Separatist territory."

"Besides," Hunter added, "The princess' uncle has offered us a lot of money to get her safely to him."

Crosshair looked up. "You mean, we're actually getting paid this time?"

"But - " protested Wrecker.

Hunter looked at him sharply. "We're going to get that princess and you're going to treat it just like another mission. That's an order. Got it?"

Wrecker groaned, "Yeah Sarge, I got it."

"Good. I don't want to hear another word about it from you."

"Do I at least get to blow something up?"

"We'll see."

Wrecker grumbled under his breath. Hunter narrowed his eyes at him but didn't say anything else.

"Well..." Tech spoke up, "Now that that's settled, I'm making a list of everything we need to requisition."

Tech held the datapad out to Echo. He looked over the list.

"I can't think of anything else."

"What about the princess?" Wrecker asked suddenly.

Crosshair sighed, "Here we go again..."

"Hey! I'm just tryin' to be helpful!"

Hunter closed his eyes, "What about her, Wrecker."

"Well uh.... Won't she need things too?"

Tech looked up, "I have included rations for an extra passenger on the way back. That will not be an issue."

Wrecker shifted awkwardly. "Yeah but... What about... women things?"

Crosshair choked on his caf.

Tech blinked, “What women things?”

Wrecker shrugged, “I saw some ad on Coruscant for it once. I don’t remember what it’s called. Think it happens like on a full moon or something, every couple rotations?"

Tech lowered the datapad in his hand to stare at his brother. “She is a woman, Wrecker... not a werewolf."

Hunter closed his eyes again and sighed, rubbing at his temples. Some days he wondered how exactly it was that they'd made it as commandos this long.

"I'm gonna go ahead and veto that one. I think it would be a little weird for a group of elite soldiers to have uh... women things.... on the ship."

Wrecker grumbled, "I was just trying to be helpful."

Crosshair nudged his shin with the butt of his rifle. "Lighten up, Wreck. We are literally getting paid to play taxi for a pretty princess. We could do this in our sleep." He chuckled, "Actually I'm pretty sure I have done something like this in my sleep."

Tech rolled his eyes. "Don't be an ass, Crosshair."

"At least I can get a woman's attention if I wanted to," he goaded.

Tech scoffed, "For your information, I have had several females ask for my com frequency."

"That's enough!" Hunter placed his hand firmly on the table. "Seriously guys? You're acting like a bunch of shiny regs. This is a mission. We're going to act like professionals."

"Have we ever really been professional?" quipped Tech.

Hunter sighed, "Let me rephrase that. We're going to do this just like we've done any other extraction. We get in, grab the target, get out. Got it?"

A chorus of "yes, sir"s announced the end of the discussion.

---

The smooth finish of the once beautiful wood floor felt cold on your cheek as you hid beneath the bed.

"Run! Run and don't look back!" Your mother's terrified voice echoed in your ears, and then the click of the lock as she pushed you into the back hall. Then the shrill scream she'd let out as the droids dragged her away. You'd only run when you heard the blaster fire.

One shot. Thud.

Your father and brother crying out in anguish.

Two shots. Thud. Thud.

Silence. Then voices - modulated and mechanical. Cold and calculating.

"Find the girl."

"Roger Roger."

You felt the dust creep up around your fingers, digging under your nails as you felt along the floor. It floated into your nose and down your throat, tickling and irritating. You suppressed a heavy sneeze that popped your ears, making you aware of every tiny noise. The metallic, icy fear that gripped your chest twisted every noise into something mechanical and violent.

It has to be here somewhere.

There.

Your fingers found purchase on a small, metal surface. The biometric lock whirred to life as you pressed your fingers to the surface.

A hatch hissed open revealing a small room in the wall beside the bed. You crawled out from under the bed, dusting off your pants. It felt naked, being out in the open like this. Dangerous. Vulnerable.

Deftly, you climbed into the hidden room and the hatch hissed closed behind you, locking you in. A dim light illuminated a small room. An emergency com device sat on a stool in the corner and a blaster hung on the wall. A ladder along the back wall led upwards. You had been here enough times with your father that you knew it led to the rooftop. But this time, it wasn't a drill and this time, you were alone.

You dialed the frequency.

A trooper sporting a red and white helmet appeared on the screen. Though you couldn't see his face, he seemed bored.

"This is a secure channel. You shouldn't have this number."

"I..." your voice left your lungs as barely a whisper.

"What's that?" He sounded annoyed now. A knot formed in the back of your throat.

"Speak clearly, please."

"I need to speak to my uncle." The words came out forced and choked.

"Look ma'am, this is a secure channel for GAR personnel only."

Someone said something in the background and the trooper turned, "...nothing, Sir. Just some civvie with the wrong number." He paused, listening to whoever was in the room with him. "...yeah she's trying to call her uncle or something. I'll handle it."

The screen shifted and suddenly instead of the trooper your uncle's face appeared.

"I... I need help." It took everything you had left in you not to burst into tears as you told him what happened. How the droid army came. How your father refused them. How they killed his family first and then him. How you ran and hid.

"Okay," Came his soft reply. "Okay. Keep the door locked and stay where you are. I'll send someone to come for you."

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The message had come in only a matter of hours and now you waited, lying flat on the roof, for the ship to come carry you away.

Smoke rose in columns. You could smell the fires and tried not to think about the screaming. The people - your people - were dying and there you were, hiding away. Waiting for a rescue that the common citizen would have no hope of. Their choice was to surrender or die. They would die here.

Suddenly shouts rang out just below. "Hey! You! Stop!" The cold, whiny voice of a foot soldier. There was a scrambling of hurried footsteps as whoever they were chasing ran and tripped. You peered over the edge of the building.

"Hey! Where'd you go?" The battledroid sounded confused. Whoever it was chasing hid well.

You watched the figure slowly crawl, inching his way along the entrance to a garbage chute. There were only two ways for him to crawl. A dead end or the garbage chute. The droid seemed to suddenly notice this as well.

"Ha. Ha. You have nowhere to hide now."

He looked young - only a child. Maybe 12 or 13. He looked terrified.

Gritting your teeth, you made a decision you hoped you wouldn't regret.

"Hey!" You shouted. Both the boy and the droid looked up. "You leave him alone!"

"Look, it's the princess!"

"Wait, she's not supposed to be here!"

Kriff. There are more of them.

"I'll take care of her."

Both turned their blasters towards you. The boy was gone but now you'd given up your position.

Kriff. Now I'm dead.

You squeezed your eyes shut, ready for the inevitable blast that would carry you back into the arms of your family.

---

The blast came louder than you'd expected - more painful too. Your head throbbed fiercely and ears rang loud enough to muffle the sounds of yelling and blaster fire. The ragged edges of the wall lay rough and cold as your fingers found purchase on its stones, gripping tightly to shakily pull yourself to your feet. Something wet and warm trickled down your forehead, stinging your eye. You hissed as your fingers found the small cut above your eyebrow, fingers coming away red and slick.

Someone was shouting.

"Princess! Princess!"

This can't be happening. This can't be real.

"Princess!"

That voice again, loud and deep - shredding through the thudding of your pulse and the ringing shock in your head.

A pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around you, yanking you from the ground where you stood.

Panic sprang from every pore in your body as you struggled against that impossible grip.

"Hey! Calm down! You're safe! I got ya!"

He was running. The world seemed to flow by as if you were watching it through someone else's eyes.

Smoke drifted through the sky. Fires burned hot and buildings lay broken and crumbled. The only thing that felt real were the strong arms of the man carrying you from the carnage. Away from everything you'd ever known.

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Your eyes never left the burning horizon of your home until the vast blur of hyperspace wrenched it away. It was only then you found yourself taking a breath, gasping as if you'd forgotten how to breathe.

"Are you okay?" A figure knelt beside you, slowly drawing your gaze to him. Long, dark hair hung over a dirty red bandana. "My name's Hunter. That's Crosshair, Tech, and Echo." He pointed out each of his brothers, "and that's Wrecker. He's the one who brought you back here."

You looked up at him. The large man looked as if he wanted to say something but stopped.

Hunter got up to join his brothers, leaving you to sit alone on the bunk.

You winced, bringing a hand up to your forehead as the cut stung with the stale air of the ship. Wrecker's look of feigned indifference suddenly morphed to one of concern as he peered through the short passageway of the ship.

"Hey she's bleeding!"

Wrecker immediately grabbed the medscanner, turning towards you - then paused.

He glanced away, the urgent need to make sure you were okay, suddenly transformed into an anxious uncertainty. He rubbed the back of his head in a nervous gesture.

"Here you do it!" he grunted before violently shoving the device at Tech who fumbled it a nanosecond before deftly catching it with sturdy fingers.

Tech frowned, "You are perfectly capable of taking the scan yourself." He sighed as Wrecker averted his eyes. "...but I will take over from here if that is what you want."

"Thanks Tech... I - I just don't wanna make 'er uncomfortable, ya know... in case she's scared of me on account of how I'm... Ehh, you know..."

Tech raised an eyebrow. "I do not think that is a problem, but I'm sure she would appreciate your consideration."

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Wrecker sat glumly on the floor, leaning against Gonky, watching as Tech headed back up to the cockpit. His eyes slowly lingered back to you as you sat on the edge of the bunk.

"See, she's staring!" whispered Wrecker, leaning over to Crosshair, "I don't think she likes me."

Crosshair shook his head. "She's just in shock. Her family was practically killed in front of her. She's scared."

You could hear them whisper, glancing over at the way you sat stiffly on the bunk he'd sat you on.

Wrecker, he said his name was. An apt name for his profession. Yet, contrary to the tales that Tech had regaled to you, Wrecker seemed to simmer to a calm around you - like any sudden movement might scare you away. The concern was nice, but unnecessary.

He'd seemed so passionate when he'd jumped to save you from that blast.

"Hold on!" he'd boomed. "I've got you!" And you believed him.

Wrecker - the calm within the storm, until he became the storm itself. That was a nice thought.

Lifting your feet onto the bunk, you curled into the thin mattress. You wouldn't sleep. You couldn't. If you closed your eyes, those sounds would haunt you again.

"Run!"

Screaming.

"No!"

Blaster fire.

Thud.

No sleep would come tonight if you could help it - but the heavy fluttering of your exhausted eyelids soon proved to be more than you could fight.

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"She woke up screaming."

The words, supposed to be a whisper, echoed dimly from the cockpit into the bunk where you lay - not quite asleep, but not awake either.

"We all heard it, Wreck." Came the somber reply from their leader.

"Yeah." A moment of silence. "Think one of us should talk to her?"

"Maybe."

"Tech, you do it! You're good at knowing stuff."

"I am unsure if I would be a suitable candidate for a conversation on such a delicate matter. I can offer solutions to improve her sleep but I do not think that is the issue here. Perhaps Echo should be the one to talk to her?"

"I don't know..."

Another moment of uneasy silence.

"Aw, come on guys" Wrecker's loud voice complained.

"Shhhhhh!" Chorused his brothers.

"Oh. Sorry!" His whisper wasn't much quieter.

"Wrecker's right," Hunter spoke. "Someone should talk to her."

"Wrecker, you should do it." Offered Echo.

"Me!? Why? I'm no good at stuff like that!"

"Hmm.... Echo may be right. She does seem to have an emotional connection to you, Wrecker. More so than to us."

"Wha.... whaddya mean?"

"He means she likes you, Wrecker." His brother smacked him on the shoulder.

"Hey! She does not!"

Crosshair smirked, "Oh she definitely does."

Wrecker fervently shook his head, "Does not!"

"Does to! In fact, I heard her last night in the fresher." Crosshair's grin widened, "She was all 'oh Wrecker, ohhh'" he mimicked the sound of your voice in jest.

Wrecker froze. "She did not! Yer just making that up!" He glanced at Hunter. If anyone had heard anything it would've been him. Hunter glared at Crosshair, who sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Okay, fine. I made that up. But..." he poked his brother in the gut with a boney finger. "I still think she likes you."

Wrecker frowned, rubbing a hand on the back of his bald head. He still looked unsure.

"Just get in there!" Crosshair kicked the back of his knee, causing him to stumble forward a few feet towards your bunk.

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Wrecker sat awkwardly for a moment. He licked his lips. You blinked up at him, sleep still clouding your eyes in a confused daze.

He took a breath. He could do this.

It took you a few moments to fully wake, and another few to realize that Wrecker was sitting on his bunk, staring at you. A rush of heat stirred butterflies through your stomach - a feeling that had become all too familiar since being aboard this ship.

Wrecker looked nervous.

You blinked at him, tilting your head. He was still staring. "Uhh... Can I help you with something, Wrecker?"

"You dream bad." He blurted out.

Huh? A look of confusion crossed your face as a look of horror overtook his own.

"No! I mean.... I mean..." He shouted.

You jumped, startled.

He cleared his throat, looking mortified. "I mean... Ya... You..." he stuttered miserably. "Ya had a bad dream and I was just wonderin' if you were okay." He looked down, "That's all." He gulped. Great, he blew it. "I'll uh... I'll leave ya alone now."

He turned towards the cockpit, face red with embarrassment.

"Wait..." Your voice called out from behind him. "Wrecker wait...."

He paused.

"I... I think it was really sweet of you to come see if I was okay."

He heard you shift on the bunk, sitting up to swing your legs over the side.

"I... I'm sorry if I woke you up."

You sounded sad and Wrecker felt his heart crack. He turned back around, sitting down on his bunk again, facing you.

"Nah, I was already up." He chuckled, that explosive grin reappeared across his face. "Besides, it's pretty impossible to wake me up. Just ask Tech. One time him 'n Crosshair made a bet to see what they could do to make me wake up."

You giggled, the icy fear that gripped your chest began to warm. "What ended up waking you up?" You asked, genuinely curious. "Who won the bet?"

Wrecker grinned. "Crosshair did. He put a tooka treat in my ear and left the ship open. It was when we landed on Lotho Minor. There's lots of tookas around there."

You giggled, imagining a sleeping Wrecker surrounded by an army of tiny mewing tookas.

He was silent again and you felt those angry claw sneak their way around you again, freezing through your veins. Wrecker must have noticed, his smile faded.

"Didja wanna talk about it? Or..." he trailed off.

You shivered and leaned into him. Without thinking, he put his arm around you, pulling you closer - keeping you warm.

"I... It's just a lot to process." You said softly. "I just keep remembering. I keep hearing them die."

Wrecker didn't say anything. He took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to see somethin' like that. Yer a princess. Yer supposed to go ta parties and drink those fancy juice things and eat those tiny sandwiches."

You sighed, "It's not all just parties and fancy stuff all the time, you know."

Wrecker sat up, looking at you. "It's not!?"

"No," you chuckled. "Sometimes it's sitting in on a really boring meeting. Sometimes it's learning how to fire a blaster in case you have to defend yourself."

"Whoa..."

You smiled sadly, "Lots of people don't like me when they hear I'm a princess. I think they think, that I think I'm better than them or something."

"That's a lot of thinkin'" Wrecker replied, not meeting your eyes. You chuckled.

It was silent again.

Wrecker cleared his throat, “I uhh… I think I know what you mean.”

You looked at him quizzically.

“A lotta people - “ Wrecker started, then paused. “Well, most people actually. They think I’m stupid just because I’m big and kinda slow with words and stuff.”

You frowned. “But aren’t you the demolition expert? You blow stuff up, right?”

Wrecker grinned at that, momentarily forgetting the awkward seriousness of the conversation before. “You bet I do!”

His smile was contagious and you found it inflicting its endearing passion across your own face. “Well then you can’t be dumb, silly!” you teased. “Don’t you have to be super smart to learn to build and disable all those explosives?”

Wrecker paused, “I dunno…”

You cut him off. “And not to mention the chemistry and physics and numbers it takes to do what you do so well!”

Wrecker shifted brushing his hand against your leg. You froze, suddenly realizing exactly how close you were to him - how his arm draped warmly around your back. The unexpected contact seemed to leave you breathless.

What was this?

Your skin seemed to burn where he'd touched you. You looked up at him.

This mountain of a man had saved you without even ever having met you before. He'd charged right into blaster fire, scooping you up as though you weighed nothing and he did it all with a smile on his face. You let out a shaky breath, shivering as he shifted and brushed against you once more.

Immediately, Wrecker jumped to his feet, realizing his mistake.

"I... I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to scare ya or... or touch ya... I..." He stuttered, "I... I'm such a..."

You looked up at him wide-eyed. "Wait! Wrecker stop!"

He paused, looking down miserably.

Now it was your turn to blush, "I... I didn't mind it." You said quietly, looking down at your feet.

He still looked unsure.

"I like being around you, Wrecker. You make me feel safe."

He looked down to where you patted the spot on the bunk beside you.

"You sure?" He asked tentatively.

You nodded, "I'm sure."

"You wanna know something funny?" He asked, voice uncharacteristically quiet as he sat again.

"What?" You smiled, leaning towards him.

"I thought you weren't going to like me... Just like you thought we weren't gonna like you."

"Of course I like you, Wrecker! And I'm really glad you were the one to find me."

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