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ersatz-ostrich · 1 month

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Wolffe x f!Model!Reader: Thank You

[A/N]: Another chapter taken from a book of oneshots I used to have on Quotev and Tumblr - I think I deleted it two years ago? Whew, time flies. So yeah, this is an old work. If you read my Captain Rex oneshot Droid-Crusher, I wrote this oneshot not long after. I think I wrote this oneshot nearly four years ago, which is crazy, because I feel like my writing has changed a lot since then. I'm really posting this for old time's sake, with a few edits so I don't lose my mind (lol!). This goes out to all you Wolffe girlies (gn) (I'm one of them). Hope you guys like it!

Summary: You are a talented supermodel quickly climbing the ranks of Coruscant's fashion industry—but your life wasn't always the runway or the studio. With your newfound influence, you found a charity to benefit the GAR and its relief efforts. One thing leads to another, and you end up meeting a man you'd never expected to see again...

Warnings: None

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"Hey, Boost! Check this out." Sinker beckoned for Boost, who was cleaning out the barrel of his rifle, to glance over at his holopad.

"A fundraiser for the GAR?" Boost muttered, skimming through the article's contents. "I wonder who could be backing this."

"The Republic doesn't have an endless source of money, y'know." Sinker mused. "But a lot of rich senators and whatnot want to donate to the cause." The two troopers continued reading through the holonet article.

"Oh, so a supermodel wants to donate to the Grand Army? Not something you see every day." Boost remarked.

"Y/N L/N, too! Coruscant's top model!" Sinker exclaimed. “She went viral a few months ago and immediately signed to one of the biggest modeling firms on the planet. There’s a huge market for high fashion models in all the super-rich Core Worlds, so she must be raking in loads of credits.”

“How do you know that, Sinker?” Boost asked with narrowed eyes. “Have you been spending your downtime studying the Coruscanti fashion industry?”

“N-no! When I’m bored and we’re in hyperspace, I like to read those trashy celebrity magazines on the Holonet. Y/N’s a sensation, I hear.”

"For what reason would she want to start a fundraiser?" Boost mused. Wolffe, who was examining a map on the other side of the wardroom table, nearly spit out his caf when one of Y/N's photos turned up on Sinker's holopad. He recognized the determined, fiery look in her eyes all too well.

The scent of burning flesh and smoking debris filled the air over Y/N's home planet. Sirens wailed, but the anguished citizens wailed louder. Nothing could possibly be worse for the war-torn planet—but to Commander Wolffe and the 104th, it was another day conducting search-and-rescues and relief missions.

Wolffe clambered over fallen debris, signaling for the Wolfpack to disperse in search of survivors in the burning city. The Separatists had spared no one from their wrath—the entire capital had been torched.

A loud creaking sound grated at Wolffe's ears, alerting him of a failing structure. Just in time, he saw the already-scorched building sagging under the weight of decimated masonry and scaffolding, a woman trying to climb down the tall structure. She had reached the crumbling and listing balcony with a makeshift rope made out of bedding when more wreckage rained from above, trapping her against the harsh, exposed concrete of the balcony floor. Wolffe looked up and met the (E/C) eyes of the woman, whose gaze burned with unprecedented determination and willpower. Arm outstretched to the clone commander, she made one last attempt to free herself of the wreckage. Wolffe, having done this a million times before, ignited his jetpack and rushed to her side.

Yes, she was beautiful—she was absolutely dazzling. However, something was different this time around. It was her will to live, Wolffe thought, that struck him as odd. Each and every other survivor he had seen before appeared to either have had the Living Force leached right out of them, eyes empty and dim—or were gripped with intense fear and shock. Wolffe finally heaved off the last few planks of wood off of the woman's ash-covered form, returning her safely to the ground. Finally stumbling onto solid ground, the woman gripped his gloved hands tightly and securely, staring straight into his darkened visor.

"Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you."

During the days following up to the fundraiser, Wolffe found it difficult to get your likeness off of his mind. It seemed as if every daily briefing that pinged onto his datapad contained a picture of you, striding confidently down a catwalk with the same look in your eyes while you stared straight at the camera with an air of professionalism and talent. Your metamorphosis stunned Wolffe—he'd never learned the name of the woman he had saved from the burning wreckage the year before, but there was no doubt that she was the model he saw so often in the fashion and beauty advertisements flashing across Coruscant's biggest billboards that he'd never bothered to look at. Your likeness haunted him day and night, yet it was what pushed him to work harder to support the 104th and General Plo Koon.

On the day that you arrived at the base, you were met by the many squadrons and battalions that were reporting on Coruscant. Cameras flashed from all angles, some from the many gossip columns on the Holonet, others from more prominent planetary news sources. You greeted them with a smile that had taken you weeks to perfect, and the clones stood at attention without fail. Jedi Generals Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Yoda, and Plo Koon welcomed you courteously.

"Y/N L/N. To the military base, we welcome you." Yoda began with a bow.

"No need to bow to me, Master. I am forever grateful for the opportunity to raise money for the Republic." You replied with a bow of your own. "If anything, I should be bowing to you."

"Is that really her?" Sinker hissed under his breath as he stood at attention with the rest of the 104th. "She's prettier than she looks in the photos." You were dressed casually, but you could have worn a garbage bag and still exuded the effortlessly elegant look of an off-duty model.

"Shut up, Sinker. She'll notice you!" Comet whispered back, subtly elbowing Sinker. Wolffe tried not to pay attention to the clone sergeant's shenanigans, eyes fixed on Y/N.

"Why don't we discuss the details and potential benefactors inside? I have a few ideas." General Kenobi offered, leading you inside. "At ease, troopers." The battalions, in neat rows by rank and seniority, dispersed and returned to their tasks. You were led through a hangar, where you admired LAATs with an appreciative eye, through busy corridors, and finally, to a meeting room of sorts where some holographic images glowed blue over a conference table.

"After you, Miss L/N." General Koon began, making way for you to stand at the head of the table. "We have much to discuss." Thanking the Jedi Master, you immediately began examining the holos.

"Senator Amidala of Naboo has expressed interest in your project," General Skywalker began from the other side of the table. "She wants to know more about the high-caliber photo-ops and how you will run your campaign."

"Is that so?" You replied, remaining deep in thought. "I have also received word that Senators Mon Mothma and Aang are also willing to contribute, along with various comically shallow and snooty socialites who have money to support the cause." You joked, noticing General Skywalker suppressing laughter.

"Strengthen public relations, we must." Yoda suggested. "With this program, discrimination of clones, we should stop." You nodded in agreement.

"That's why I'm here, Master Yoda. This is exactly what I came here to do." You pulled up a holo of some names and locations. "I've been talking this over with my agency and manager. They're willing to let me see this project through, so I've scheduled some times and dates for things like charity events and relief missions."

"Oh, so you want to conduct relief missions as well?" General Kenobi inquired. You nodded in confirmation.

"That's right. I...have a history with mercy missions." You answered with an uncomfortable pause. "In my opinion, they’re just as important as military campaigns, and I hope the general public believes so as well."

"Very well, Miss L/N. Thankful for your support, we are." Master Yoda and the other Jedi nodded, seeming to have come to a consensus on the campaign's goals. One by one they left, leaving you to admire and explore the base. You started with the hangar, where you found Y-wings, Aethersprites, and Torrent starfighters being serviced. Several clones began whispering amongst themselves upon your entrance while others waved enthusiastically.

"Miss L/N! What brings you to the hangar today?" A pilot whose helmet was decorated with blue-gray curlicues appeared in front of you, saluting.

"I'm just having a look around. I'll be spending a lot of time on base during these next few months." You replied with a gracious smile. Just entering the hangar with the rest of the Wolfpack, Wolffe noticed how friendly but professional you were off of the runway and out of earshot of the nosy Coruscanti press.

"Warthog, how are we doin' on that fighter—!" Wolffe stopped dead in his tracks. It was you. He noticed the change in demeanor that suddenly overcame you upon noticing him. "You..."

The project was blessed with massive success from the start—many civilians began to show their support for the Republic and the clones that gave their lives to defend it. You assisted mission after mission, working not just as the GAR’s covergirl but as the grunt lugging crates, helping the clones with menial but necessary tasks.

While your fame grew as a charitable influencer and supermodel, you began to spend more time with Wolffe. It was certainly a simple pleasure to sit shoulder to shoulder with the clone troopers of the Wolfpack not as their boss, but as their equal—even more so that you were able to stay by their jaded commander who'd coincidentally saved your life not so long ago—and captured your heart in the process.

The 104th and company milled about the camps, ushering on gonk droids and heaving crates of bacta and provisions everywhere. Watching on from the top of a grassy hill, Y/N and Wolffe took a break from the constant heavy lifting of supplies from supply ships to the war refugees they had come to aid. As a part of Y/N's campaign to promote and benefit the GAR's relief efforts, she would be attending every mercy mission they would be conducting for the next few months as the campaign continued. There were cam droids everywhere to document the effort, broadcasting your likeness as you worked with the clones and Jedi wherever you were called.

The people wanted someone real and candid, not just another out-of-touch celebrity. You hypothesized that your approach to your campaign had made you popular in the media because of how real it felt.

The hovercams were on you nearly every waking hour of the day. Sometimes you spoke with them, like the popular vloggers on the Holonet. But this time, you were taking a break from all the attention.

"The view is pretty from up here." You began. The breeze tousled your hair, and the sky on this particular planet was especially beautiful at dusk.

"Yeah, except for all of the soot and debris." Wolffe replied, kicking a stray droid arm down the hill. You stole a look at his pensive face, admiring the scar over his cybernetic eye as a long, stretched-out silence overcame the two of you. "You knew, didn't you? About the fires, and the balcony." Wolffe blurted out. Seeing your expression of surprise, he realized the gravity of what he had said. To his surprise, your eyes softened, reminiscing back to the moment that had changed your life.

"Yes, I remember." You revealed your left wrist to him. A thick, flesh-colored scar ran along the side of your hand. "I got cut pretty badly by a piece of glass that night." Passing his gloved thumb over the scar, Wolffe pressed a kiss to your hand, lips brushing against the long scar.

"The first time I met you." Wolffe whispered with a small smile. "How could I have forgotten?" You tried to hide your blush and the tingling sensation of Wolffe's lips against your skin, but your expression betrayed you.

"Wolffe, I..." The feeling of his arms carrying you to safety, strong and reliable, had been seared into your memory. You'd entertained the thought of meeting your hero and savior again one day, even after the Rodian talent scout had found you working as an underpaid waitress on Coruscant—it was because of Wolffe that you were able to become who you are. He was the one who gave you a second chance at life. "...had you not been there, I would have burned in that apartment on some godforsaken planet with no escape."

"Y/N, I'll stay by your side forever if I have to…." Wolffe cupped your face in his gloved hands, drinking in the features that had been preserved so well in his mind. “...only if you would have me.”

“Of course, Commander…” You leaned in for a deep, long kiss, no longer wanting to run from all of the pent-up weeks of pining that threatened to destroy all of your self control.

"Thank you," you murmured. "Thank you."

What a trip down memory lane! Believe it or not, there are a lot more oneshots I deleted that I have yet to republish. I can't believe I had the foresight to save them - I guess I didn't have the heart to delete over a year's worth of writing. Until next time! x

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kybercrystals94 · 11 months

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Ghost Stories

By KyberCrystals94

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Whumptober 2023 | Day 17 | Alternative Prompt: Panic

Rating: T

Words: 847

Summary: Fives tells a ghost story during a training camp with Domino Squad.

Author’s Note: takes place during the Clone Wars, while Domino Squad are still cadets

Echo scowls into the trees surrounding their camp, arms crossed tightly over his chest. He resists the yearning to slink into the comforting glow of the firelight because he knows if any of the other Dominos wake up and find him away from his post, he will never hear the end of it for the rest of his life.

“Stupid Fives and his stupid stories,” Echo mutters to the inky darkness.

“I have a story,” Fives said around the campfire that night while the Domino Squad gnawed on stale ration bars, “but you have to promise not to be scared.”

“We’re not tubies,” Droidbait retorted.

Fives holds up his hands. “Hey, I’m just saying, if you’re terrified tonight when you’re all alone on your watch, don’t come crying to me.”

“Just tell your stupid story,” Hevy said, “I can’t imagine anything being scarier than Echo reciting the regulations in his sleep like that one time.”

“That never happened,” Echo grumbled.

“How would you know? You were asleep,” Fives said.

Echo rolled his eyes.

“Anyway,” Fives says, “this is a true story I heard from one of the troopers on Kamino. And it happened right here, on Fos Eran…”

Echo edges around the perimeter of the camp, keeping his back to where his brothers sleep, his eyes forward to the looming silhouettes of trees and squat shadows of undergrowth, barely touched by moonlight. He has his torch beam skimming the tree line, but it can’t account for everything all at once. Echo hates this, the feeling of eyes watching him, the sensation of an unidentified presence lurking.

A branch snaps.

The hair on the back of Echo’s neck stands on end.

“They say the bride went into the woods that night,” Fives said, leaning forward, voice low, “the eve before her wedding. There were flowers, she said, that only bloom in the light of the full moon.”

Echo glanced up at the reflective orb shining down at them.

“Oh,” Fives said, looking up, “I guess there’s a full moon tonight too.”

“Like you didn’t know that,” Cutup groaned.

Echo swallows, daring to glance back to where the four other members of Domino Squad sleep.

“It is just a stupid story, Echo, di’kut,” he whispers, “Stop letting it go to your head. You are part of the greatest army the galaxy has ever seen. Are you really scared of a little story?”

A gust of wind cools the back of his neck like a whispery breath.

Echo jumps.

“…after they heard her blood curdling scream, they searched for weeks, but never found her body, just a strip of fabric from the dress she wore that night. Since then, every month on the night of the fullest moon, the ghost of the bride comes searching for a groom to join her in death. You’ll see her out the corner of your eye, but when you turn to look, she isn’t there, but you’ll feel her breath on your neck, her fingers in your hair…”

Echo catches a flash of white out the corner of his eye and turns to look. Nothing.

“Of course, it’s nothing,” Echo growls, “there’s nothing there.”

“Echo…”

Echo spins around, the beam of his torch flying madly across the treetops. “Who’s there?”

“Echo…” a whisper says, a voice so soft it barely wraps around the syllables of his name.

Echo looks back to the camp where four bodies lay, deep in undisturbed sleep. How angry would they be if he woke them up now? He would probably die of embarrassment before any of his squad mates could kill him.

“Sith’s hell,” Echo curses, chest tight. Someone’s out there, in the woods. Probably someone from another squad pulling a prank. Absolute idiots. The whole lot of them. Echo swallows, gripping his torch so tight in both hands his joints ache.

“Join me, Echo…”

Fingers card through his hair.

Echo doesn’t shriek. He doesn’t. Absolutely does not. But by the time his vision clears, he is looking down at Fives who is sitting on his shebs, hands cupped over a bloody nose from Echo inadvertently backhanding him as he spun around in sheer panic. Cutup is cackling so hard he is doubled over as he staggers out of the woods from where the voice called out.

“Kark, Echo!” Fives cries, but even with his hands covering the whole lower part of his face, Echo can see from the clone’s eyes that he has the biggest, stupidest smile on his face. “Did I scare you?”

Echo glares down at him. “You’re lucky they don’t let us carry blasters out here, or I would’ve shot you.”

“I didn’t know clone voices could reach that octave,” Cutup howls. “Congrats, Echo! That must be a record.”

Hevy and Droidbait are sitting up in their bedrolls now, tiredly blinking, but grins stretching their identical faces.

Echo wants the ground to open up and swallow him whole. “I’m going to pay you back,” he swears at Fives and Cutup, “both of you. You won’t see it coming, and it will be swift and painful.”

END

Author’s Note: Thought I was due for a light hearted story, so here we are.

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mcrdvcks · 3 months

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Down Bad - Chapter 17

Chapter Summary: The squad adjusts to life on Pabu after Tantiss.

Word Count: 10.6k+

Pairing: Hunter x fem!Jedi Original Character

Notes: and the story after season 3 begins! this one has something new in it that i haven't done in this fic, so just a warning! speaking of...

TW: mentioned torture (not heavily described), smut, unprotected piv (please be safe!), slight inappropriate use of vibroblade

Series Masterlist - Chapter 16 → Chapter 18

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The shocks stopped as one of the clone commandos turned off the chair momentarily. Amina lifted her head from her chest and looked around the room briefly.

She knew she was bleeding; she could feel the dry blood covering her arms, only to be replaced by more blood from the cutting they were doing with a vibroblade.

In a cruel way, she should be thanking Palpatine, since them cutting her skin open with a knife was not nearly as bad as the things he had done to her. She’s pretty sure that glowing serum Hemlock gave her was supposed to make her feel more pain, but she didn’t feel the difference.

The trooper put down the bloodied blade on the medical table beside her as one of the troopers positioned by the door opened it, letting an interrogation droid enter.

“Oh, fun. An interrogation droid.” Amina sarcastically commented, “what are you going to do? Inject me with chemicals? Peel my skin off? Torch me?”

Hemlock walked into the room, with Emerie walking behind the glass on the other side. “Your strength is admirable, Skywalker. But I am still wondering what will it take to break you? To make you scream?”

“There are a lot of things that can make me scream. You and torture are not one of them.”

The interrogation droid hummed to life, its metallic arms extending towards Amina with a menacing whir. Amina tensed as the droid drew closer, its cold, lifeless eyes boring into hers with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

Hemlock watched with a predatory gleam in his eyes as the droid hovered over Amina, its needle-like appendages poised to strike. "Let's see how long that bravado lasts," he muttered to himself, a cruel smirk twisting his lips.

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Amina sat up straight in bed, the blanket falling to her waist as she looked around the dark room. Hunter laid beside her, soundly asleep.

Her breath was shaky as she slowly got out of bed, careful not to wake Hunter or Omega, who slept in her own room.

Amina stepped outside, the cool air slightly calming her down. Out the corner of her eye she spotted Crosshair standing outside the other house, where he and Wrecker lived, and where Omega split her nights.

Crosshair noticed her gaze and nodded in acknowledgment before returning his attention to the night sky. She hadn’t known him for long, but at times it seemed like he didn’t like her. Or maybe she was just imagining it.

She thought their conversation before her, and Omega were taken to Tantiss meant something.

"Hey," she said softly as she neared him, her voice barely above a whisper.

Crosshair turned to face her, his expression unreadable in the dim light. "Can't sleep?" he asked, his voice gruff.

Amina nodded, shivering slightly in the chilly air. "Nightmares," she admitted, unable to meet his gaze.

Crosshair studied her for a moment before gesturing for her to join him by the railing overlooking the sprawling landscape. "Tell me about them," he said, his tone surprisingly gentle.

Amina hesitated for a moment, unsure if she wanted to share the details of her nightmare with Crosshair. But there was something about his presence, something about the way he stood there with a quiet understanding, that made her feel like she could trust him.

"It's... it's nothing," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just... memories, I guess."

Crosshair raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying her attempt to brush off the subject. "Memories?" he prompted, his tone gentle yet insistent.

“Yeah, when I was on Tantiss.” She responded. Tantiss happened a month ago, and most of her wounds had healed; the electrowhip wounds, her knee, and the cutting on her arms.

But her mind went back to how before she was taken to Tantiss with Omega, and how she killed those 3 Inquisitors. Or how she Force choked those operatives when Hemlock made her fight them. Maybe the Emperor did more to her than she thought.

The door to the house opened as Hunter walked out, looking over at Amina and Crosshair, “you alright, cyar’ika?”

As Hunter stepped out of the house, his concern for Amina evident in his voice, she offered him a small smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "I’m fine just couldn't sleep," she reassured him, her voice soft but firm.

Crosshair remained silent, observing the exchange between Amina and Hunter with a detached curiosity.

Hunter nodded, though he didn't look entirely convinced. "Alright, just let me know if you need anything," he said, his tone gentle yet protective.

Amina nodded in response, grateful for Hunter's concern but also eager to change the subject. "So, what are you doing out here?" she asked, turning her attention back to Crosshair.

Crosshair shrugged nonchalantly, his gaze returning to the night sky. "Couldn't sleep either," he admitted, his voice low and gravelly.

There was a brief moment of silence as Amina and Crosshair stood side by side, each lost in their own thoughts. The cool night air wrapped around them like a comforting blanket, offering a moment of respite from the chaos of their lives.

Suddenly, Amina felt a surge of courage wash over her, emboldening her to ask the question that had been weighing on her mind since they first met. "Crosshair, can I ask you something?" she began, her voice hesitant but determined.

Crosshair glanced at her, his expression unreadable in the darkness. "Depends on the question," he replied, his tone guarded.

Amina took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. "Why do you... why do you seem to dislike me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Crosshair's brow furrowed in confusion, clearly caught off guard by her question. "I don't dislike you," he replied after a moment, his tone defensive. "I just... I don't know you."

Amina nodded, understanding dawning on her face. "Fair enough," she said, her tone gentle. "I guess we haven't exactly had a chance to get to know each other."

Crosshair remained silent, his gaze fixed on the horizon as if searching for answers in the darkness. “Omega likes you, so does Wrecker, and Hunter. That’s good enough for me.”

"I understand that we haven't had the chance to get to know each other," she began, her tone gentle. "But I want you to know that I'm here if you ever need someone to talk to. You don't have to face your demons alone."

Crosshair's jaw tightened slightly, his gaze still fixed on the horizon. "I appreciate the offer," he replied, his voice gruff. "But I'm not one for talking about my feelings."

“Neither am I.” She shrugged before patting his shoulder gently, “but the offer stands.”

As Amina re-entered the house, she found Hunter sitting on the small couch, his expression a mix of concern and exhaustion. He looked up as she approached, his eyes softening at the sight of her.

"Everything okay?" he asked, his voice laced with worry as he stood up to greet her.

Amina managed a small smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Yeah, just couldn't sleep," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Hunter frowned, his concern deepening. "Nightmares again?" he guessed, already knowing the answer.

Amina nodded, sinking onto the couch beside him. "Yeah," she admitted, her voice barely audible.

Hunter wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close in a comforting embrace. "You know you don't have to go through this alone, right?" he murmured, his voice gentle yet firm.

Amina leaned into his embrace, drawing strength from his presence. "I know," she replied, her voice barely more than a whisper.

There was a brief moment of silence as Hunter held her close, offering her the comfort and support she so desperately needed. In that moment, Amina felt a sense of peace wash over her, temporarily driving away the lingering shadows of her nightmares.

“I killed those Inquisitors.” She spoke quietly.

He rubbed her shoulder, “when the Empire came here?”

Amina nodded, “I didn’t just kill them, I… I- I slaughtered them.” Her gaze went downward, “it wasn’t even protecting myself, I- I didn’t have to go that far, but I did. I killed them just like the Emperor or Vader would.”

"Hey," he said softly, reaching out to tilt her chin up so their eyes met. "You did what you had to do to survive. It's not your fault."

Amina shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "But I enjoyed it, Hunter," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I enjoyed the feeling of power, of control. It scared me, how much I enjoyed it."

Hunter's heart clenched at the pain in her voice, his own emotions roiling beneath the surface. He knew what it was like to struggle with the darkness within, to grapple with the choices they were forced to make in a galaxy torn apart by war.

“I thought that by escaping Coruscant and Palpatine, that I would feel better. But I don’t. I somehow feel worse. It’s almost like he’s controlling me, dictating my every move. But he’s not, it’s all… me.”

He reached out, gently wiping away the tears that streaked her cheeks. "Amina," he said softly, his voice filled with compassion, "you're not alone in this. We'll figure it out together, I promise."

Amina looked up at him, her eyes searching his for reassurance. "But what if I can't control it, Hunter?" she whispered, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "What if I... what if I become like him?"

Hunter's heart clenched at the raw vulnerability in her words. He knew all too well the temptation to succumb to the darkness, to let it consume him until there was nothing left but a hollow shell. But he also knew that Amina was stronger than she gave herself credit for, that she had already faced more darkness than most could imagine and emerged from it with her humanity intact.

"You're not like your brother, Amina," he said firmly, his gaze unwavering. "You're stronger than you know, stronger than he could ever be. And no matter what happens, I'll be right here beside you, every step of the way."

Amina's heart swelled with gratitude as she looked into Hunter's eyes, seeing the sincerity and unwavering support reflected in them. Despite the darkness that threatened to consume her, she found solace in his presence, in the warmth of his embrace and the strength of his words.

"Thank you, Hunter," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I don't know what I would do without you."

Hunter brushed a gentle hand across her cheek, his touch grounding her in the moment. "You don't have to do anything alone," he assured her, his voice filled with conviction. "We'll face whatever comes our way together."

With a sense of determination burning in her chest, Amina leaned forward, pressing her lips against Hunter's in a tender kiss. In that moment, all the doubts and fears that had plagued her melted away, leaving only the reassuring warmth of Hunter's love.

As they pulled away, Amina rested her forehead against his, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored the feeling of being truly and utterly loved. "I love you, Hunter," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath of air, the words slipping from her lips for the first time.

Hunter's heart skipped a beat at her words, his chest swelling with a mixture of joy and relief. He had known for some time that his feelings for Amina ran deeper than mere friendship but hearing her say those three simple words filled him with a sense of warmth and contentment he had never known before.

"I love you too, Amina," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he pressed his lips against hers once more, savoring the taste of her sweetness. In that moment, surrounded by the quiet stillness of the night, everything else faded away, leaving only the two of them and the unspoken promise of a future together.

As they finally broke apart, Amina couldn't help but smile, her heart overflowing with happiness. She had never imagined that she could find love in the midst of such chaos and uncertainty, but here she was, wrapped in Hunter's arms and feeling more alive than ever before.

"Come on," Hunter said, his voice soft but determined as he took her hand in his. "Let's go back to bed.”

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The sun had barely begun to rise over the horizon when Amina awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside her window. Stretching languidly, she glanced over at the sleeping form of Hunter beside her, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

She had slept better that night than she had in weeks, the weight of her nightmares lifted by the comforting presence of Hunter by her side. And though she knew that the challenges they faced were far from over, she also knew that as long as they faced them together, they could overcome anything.

Quietly slipping out of bed so as not to disturb Hunter's slumber, Amina made her way to the kitchen to start breakfast. As she worked, the events of the previous night played over in her mind, filling her with a sense of warmth and contentment she hadn't felt in a long time.

"Good morning, cyar'ika," Hunter's voice broke through her thoughts, causing her to turn around with a smile.

"Good morning," she replied, her smile widening as she took in the sight of him standing in the doorway, his hair tousled from sleep and a lazy grin playing at his lips. She turned back to the stove and gasped, taking the pan off the stove.

He walked over, looking at something black in the pan, “what… were you trying to make?”

She put the pan down on the stove turning around to find herself chest to chest with him, “panna cakes.” Amina mumbled, “but, I guess I’m not a good cook.”

Hunter chuckled softly, reaching out to gently tilt her chin up so their eyes met. "Hey, it's the thought that counts," he reassured her, his voice warm and reassuring.

Amina couldn't help but smile at his words, feeling a sense of warmth spread through her chest at the sight of his genuine smile. "Thanks," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Besides," Hunter continued, his gaze softening as he looked at her, "I'm sure they still taste great."

Amina raised an eyebrow skeptically, but before she could protest, Hunter reached out and grabbed a fork, spearing one of the burnt panna cakes from the pan and taking a bite.

He chewed thoughtfully for a moment before swallowing and nodding in approval. "See? Not bad," he said with a grin.

Amina watched him with bated breath and skeptical eyes, watching his hand come up to his mouth, “you don’t have to eat it, Hunter. I know that it’s bad. But it’s not my fault! Cooking lessons weren’t a part of my Jedi training!”

“It’s- ” he coughed, “not that bad.”

“Baby, it’s practically like a burnt rock.”

Hunter chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he took another bite of the burnt pancake. "Come on, Amina, it's not that bad," he insisted between chews, though the grimace on his face betrayed his words.

Amina couldn't help but laugh at his exaggerated reaction, shaking her head in mock disbelief. "You're just saying that to spare my feelings," she teased, though there was a hint of genuine gratitude in her voice.

They heard Omega yawn as she walked into the small kitchen, “did Amina try making breakfast again?”

Amina glanced sheepishly at Hunter before turning to face Omega with a wry grin. "Yeah, I thought I'd give it another shot," she admitted, gesturing towards the pan of charred pancakes on the stove.

Omega chuckled softly, shaking her head in mock exasperation. "Well, at least you're trying," she said, a playful glint in her eyes. "Do you need any help?"

“Sure. Let’s try it again.” Amina said, grabbing the ingredients and putting them on the counter.

Hunter kissed her temple and walked out of the house and went next door, where Wrecker, Crosshair, and Echo were.

Wrecker stood up quickly, “is there breakfast? I’m starving!”

Echo rolled his eyes, “you already ate 2 pears.”

“Yeah… but that was an appetizer!”

“Well, Amina and Omega are cooking breakfast.” Hunter said.

“You mean, failing to?” Crosshair added.

“Probably. We should go check on them to make sure they didn’t burn the house down.” Hunter replied quickly, realizing he shouldn’t have left them cooking alone in the house with no supervision.

As Hunter and Crosshair rushed back to the house, they were met with the sight of smoke billowing out from the kitchen window. With a shared glance, they quickened their pace, concern etched on their faces as they approached the source of the commotion.

Pushing open the door, they were greeted by the sight of Amina and Omega frantically waving towels in a futile attempt to disperse the smoke that had filled the room. The smell of burnt panna cakes hung heavy in the air, mixing with the sharp tang of charred ingredients.

"What happened?" Hunter asked, his voice laced with concern as he hurried to open the windows to let in some fresh air.

Amina looked up sheepishly, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Well, it turns out that cooking isn't exactly my strong suit," she admitted with a rueful smile.

Omega chuckled softly, shaking her head at her friend's culinary misadventures. "I tried to help," she offered, though her grin betrayed her amusement. "But it seems like we might need a little more practice."

Crosshair raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical as he surveyed the burnt remnants of their breakfast. "You call this breakfast?" he remarked dryly, though there was a hint of amusement in his voice.

“It wasn’t completely my fault,” Amina said, waving the towel around, “it was also Omega’s fault!”

Omega sheepishly chuckled, “yeah, I guess we’re both bad at cooking.”

Wrecker and Echo entered as Wrecker walked next to Hunter and Crosshair, “aw, man. No breakfast?”

“Unless you want burnt… panna cakes?” Echo responded, narrowing his eyes at the black object in the pan.

“We could always go to the market for breakfast again?” Omega suggested.

Omega’s suggestion hung in the air for a moment before Wrecker's face lit up. "The market it is!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands together in excitement. "They have those fruit pastries I love!"

Hunter nodded, smiling at Amina. "Sounds like a plan. Let's clean up here and then head out."

As they quickly tidied up the kitchen, Amina couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. Cooking was clearly not her forte, but she was grateful for the support and understanding from the squad. Even Crosshair's dry humor couldn't dampen her spirits.

With the kitchen back in order, the group made their way out of the house and towards the market. The early morning sunbathed Pabu in a warm, golden light, and the gentle breeze carried the scent of the ocean. It was a perfect day for a trip to the market.

As they walked, Amina found herself falling into step beside Hunter. She glanced up at him, a small smile playing at her lips. "Thanks for the save back there," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Hunter chuckled, shaking his head. "Anytime, sweetheart," he replied, his tone warm and affectionate. "Besides, I wouldn't want to miss out on those fruit pastries either."

Amina laughed, feeling a sense of lightness she hadn't felt in a long time. The nightmares and fears that had plagued her seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the simple joy of being surrounded by people who cared about her.

The market was bustling with activity by the time they arrived, stalls filled with colorful produce, handmade crafts, and a variety of delicious-smelling foods. Wrecker wasted no time in making a beeline for the pastry stand, his eyes lighting up at the sight of his favorite treats.

Omega tugged at Amina's sleeve, pointing towards a stall selling intricately woven jewelry. "Come on, Amina! Let's go look at those!" she said excitedly, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

Amina nodded, allowing herself to be pulled along by Omega. Hunter watched Amina and Omega from a distance, a soft smile on his lips. He could see the change in Amina, the way she seemed lighter, more at ease. It warmed his heart to see her beginning to heal, even if the road ahead was still long and uncertain.

"Looks like they're having fun," Crosshair remarked, his tone casual as he came to stand beside Hunter.

Hunter nodded, his gaze never leaving Amina. "Yeah, they are," he said quietly. "It's good to see them smile again."

As Amina and Omega browsed the jewelry, Omega picked up a delicate necklace with a small, intricate pendant. "This one's beautiful," she said, holding it up for Amina to see.

Amina nodded, her eyes sparkling with interest. "It is. Would you like it?" she asked, holding the necklace out to Omega.

Omega's face lit up with excitement. "Really? You'd get it for me?"

Amina smiled warmly. "Of course, Omega. Consider it a gift."

Omega's grin widened, and she threw her arms around Amina in a tight hug. "Thank you, Amina! It's beautiful!"

Amina chuckled, returning the hug. "You're welcome, Omega. Let's get it for you."

They approached the vendor, who smiled at the sight of Omega's enthusiasm. "Ah, you've got an eye for quality," the vendor said, nodding approvingly as Amina handed over a few credits in exchange for the necklace.

As they continued to browse the market, Hunter and Crosshair kept a watchful eye on them, making sure they stayed safe in the bustling crowd.

Omega was already wearing her new necklace, proudly showing it off to Amina. "It looks great on you," Amina said, her voice filled with genuine affection.

Omega beamed, her eyes shining with happiness. "Thanks, Amina. You're the best."

Amina ruffled Omega's hair playfully. "I'm just glad you like it."

As they continued to explore the market, Amina couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. For the first time in a long while, she felt a sense of normalcy, a moment of peace amidst the chaos of their lives.

Hunter caught up to them, a warm smile on his face. "Find anything else interesting?" he asked, slipping an arm around Amina's waist.

Amina leaned into his embrace, feeling the comfort of his presence. "Just enjoying the sights," she replied, her voice soft.

“Look at those dresses.” Omega said, pointing to a vendor on the other side of the walkway, “can we look around?”

“Sure. But maybe after breakfast.” Amina responded, looking around, “where’s Wrecker and Echo?”

“Right here!” Wrecker called out, walking towards them carrying a large box. He opened the box to reveal an assortment of fruit pastries.

Hunter looked from the box up to Wrecker, “why are there so many? There’s got to be 30 in there.”

“28, actually.” Echo said, “he’s already ate 2.”

As Wrecker proudly displayed his box of pastries, Echo's deadpan remark elicited a round of laughter from the group. Amina couldn't help but chuckle at Wrecker's enthusiasm for food, shaking her head in amusement.

"Twenty-eight pastries, Wrecker? Are you planning on sharing with the entire market?" Hunter teased, a playful glint in his eye.

Wrecker shrugged, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Hey, you snooze, you lose," he replied with a wink before digging into another pastry.

Amina rolled her eyes good-naturedly, shaking her head at Wrecker's antics. "Well, at least save some for Omega and me," she said with a smile, reaching for one of the pastries.

Once they had finished their breakfast, Omega's excitement over the dresses proved contagious, and they found themselves making their way to the vendor to browse the colorful array of fabrics and designs. Amina watched with amusement as Omega flitted from dress to dress, her eyes wide with wonder.

"These are amazing," Omega exclaimed, holding up a vibrant red dress with intricate embroidery.

"They really are," she agreed, reaching out to run her fingers over the soft fabric.

Omega turned to her with a grin. "Do you think Hunter would like this one?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Amina chuckled, nodding in agreement. "I think he'd love it," she replied, imagining the smile that would light up Hunter's face at the sight of Omega in the dress.

Omega squinted her eyes and looked through the rack, pulling out the dress in a different size, “do you think it’ll fit?”

“Fit you? No, it’s way to big.” Amina responded.

Omega frowned, “no, not for me, for you.”

As Omega held up the dress in a different size, suggesting it might fit Amina, Amina couldn't help but feel a surge of uncertainty. The thought of trying on a dress, let alone wearing it, filled her with a sense of vulnerability she wasn't quite prepared to face. After all, she had spent the better part of her life as a Jedi, trained to be a warrior, not a fashion model.

But as she glanced at Omega's hopeful expression, her resolve softened. Omega looked up at her with wide eyes, waiting for her response. Amina took a deep breath, pushing aside her apprehension. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to try it on," she said with a hesitant smile, reaching for the dress.

Omega's face lit up with excitement as she handed Amina the dress, practically bouncing on her toes with anticipation. "Yay! I can't wait to see how it looks on you!" she exclaimed, her enthusiasm infectious.

---

“Add 2 tablespoons of- ” Amina looked up from the datapad at the pan, hissing in dismay and taking the pan off the burner.

She had been trying to make some sort of rice dish that Shep makes, he had even given her the recipe, but it seems like not even having step-by-step instructions can help her.

Amina sighed, picking up the towel on the counter, wiping her hands off. The front door opened as Hunter walked in, “did you burn food again?”

“Yeah.” She pouted, “I was trying to make you dinner for our date night, but I guess I can’t even follow a recipe.” Amina’s arms crossed over her chest, trying to cover her arms as her legs crossed in front of her.

“What are you doing?” Hunter questioned.

“What do you mean? I was just telling you about how I burned the food.”

“No, not that. You’re… curling in on yourself. Trying to hide your skin.”

Hunter's observation struck a chord with Amina. She hadn't realized it, but he was right. Without even realizing it, she had instinctively crossed her arms over her chest and folded her legs, a subconscious attempt to shield herself from Hunter's scrutiny.

"I... I didn't even realize I was doing that," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I guess... I guess I just...” Hunter gently grabbed her shoulders and stood in front of her. Amina looked down, “when I put on this dress I felt pretty, but then I saw all the scars.” She mumbled, her eyes on the soft white fabric of the skirt.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice filled with warmth and reassurance. "Look at me, Amina."

Reluctantly, Amina raised her eyes to meet his, her expression guarded. Hunter could see the vulnerability lurking behind the facade of strength she so often projected, and it tugged at his heartstrings.

"You are beautiful, scars and all," he said earnestly, his gaze unwavering as he searched her eyes for any sign of doubt.

Amina tilted her head to the side, seeing the jagged marks on her arm, covering her skin almost completely. "But they're... they're so ugly," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath of air. “And they’re everywhere.”

Hunter's heart clenched at the pain in Amina's voice, his own emotions swirling with a mixture of sympathy and concern. He had seen the scars that crisscrossed her skin, reminders of the horrors she had endured at the hands of the Empire. But to hear her speak of them with such self-loathing broke his heart in a way he couldn't quite articulate.

Gently, he reached out and cupped her cheek, his touch tender and reassuring. "Amina," he murmured, his voice soft but firm, "those scars are a testament to your strength, not your weakness."

Amina's gaze flickered up to meet his, her eyes swimming with unshed tears. "But they're... they're ugly," she whispered, her voice filled with pain. "I don't want you to see me like this, Hunter. I'm supposed to be strong, but I feel so... broken."

Hunter's heart ached at the raw vulnerability in her words, his chest tightening with the need to comfort her. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close in a tight embrace. "You are strong, Amina," he whispered against her hair, his voice thick with emotion. "You're the strongest person I know."

Amina buried her face against his chest, her tears soaking through his shirt as she clung to him desperately. In that moment, she felt safe, protected, loved. It was a feeling she hadn't allowed herself to experience in a long time, a feeling she had almost forgotten existed.

"You've been through hell and back, Amina," Hunter continued, his voice gentle but resolute. "But you've never let it break you. You've fought tooth and nail to survive, to protect those you care about. And that, my dear, is the true definition of strength."

Amina trembled in his arms, overwhelmed by the intensity of her emotions. For so long, she had buried her pain beneath a facade of strength, unwilling to let anyone see the vulnerability lurking beneath the surface. But with Hunter, she felt like she could let her guard down, like she could be herself without fear of judgment or rejection.

"Thank you, Hunter," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath of air. "Thank you for always being there for me, for seeing past the scars and loving me anyway."

Hunter pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. "Always, Amina," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what." He pulled away, gently kissing her lips. “And, you want to know what else I think?”

Amina sniffed, “what?”

He put his hands on her waist, picking her up and setting her down on the counter, her legs wrapping around his waist. Their lips met in a tender kiss, filled with a mixture of love, longing, and desire. Amina's fingers tangled in Hunter's hair as she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

Hunter's hands roamed over Amina's body, tracing the curve of her waist and the line of her spine, igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her whole. She melted into his touch, her heart racing with anticipation as she surrendered herself to the intensity of their connection.

Breaking away from the kiss, Hunter leaned his forehead against Amina's, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggled to regain control of his emotions. "I think you look incredible in that dress.”

Amina's cheeks flushed with warmth at his words, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "You really think so?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Even though it had only been a short while since Tantiss, Hunter always seemed to compliment her any chance he got.

Whether it was saying that her hair looked nice, or her pants looked good on her, Hunter always found a way to make her feel special.

Hunter nodded, his eyes dark with longing as he gazed into hers. "Absolutely," he replied, his tone filled with sincerity. "You look... breathtaking."

His head moved downwards, his hair brushing against her skin as he kissed a large burn mark on her chest. Amina sighed in response, her hands resting on his shoulders, “think you can prove that to me?”

Hunter looked up at Amina with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, I definitely think I can prove it to you," he said, his voice low and husky with desire.

Amina's heart raced at his words, her skin tingling with anticipation. "Well then, what are you waiting for?" she teased, her lips curling into a playful smile.

With a smirk, Hunter leaned in and captured her lips in a passionate kiss, his hands roaming over her body with a hunger that sent shivers down her spine. Amina melted into his touch, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him back with equal fervor.

He put a hand on the small of her back, pushing her off the counter as his other arm held her from underneath, and walked to the bedroom. Amina's heart raced with excitement as Hunter guided her, her skin tingling with anticipation. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him deeply, her body craving his touch.

Hunter carried Amina effortlessly, his muscles tense with anticipation as he made his way to the bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind them, the soft click echoing in the room as they were enveloped in a cocoon of intimacy. Amina's breath caught in her throat as Hunter gently laid her down on the bed, his eyes burning with desire as he gazed down at her.

"Maker, you're beautiful," Hunter murmured, his voice husky with longing as he traced a finger along the curve of Amina's jaw. She shivered at his touch, her skin ablaze with desire as she met his gaze with equal fervor. Without a word, Hunter leaned in and captured her lips in another searing kiss, his hands roaming over her body with a hunger that left her breathless.

Amina moaned softly against his lips, her body arching into his touch as she surrendered herself to the intensity of their connection. Hunter's hands moved with purpose, trailing down her sides and slipping beneath the hem of her dress, his touch igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her whole.

He kissed the freckle on her jaw and moved down to the hollow of her throat, licking, and sucking at her skin. Amina shivered under his touch, her fingers tightening in his hair. He knew she loved it when he kissed that freckle, she never even had to say anything for him to know.

Hunter pulled back for a moment, looking into her eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "More than okay."

Hunter smiled, kissing her gently on the lips before moving back to her neck. His hands traveled up her sides, pushing her dress up higher and higher until it bunched around her waist. He paused, looking at her with a question in his eyes. Amina nodded, giving him permission to continue.

His fingers trailed along the waistband of her underwear, teasing her skin as he kissed a scar on her shoulder. "You're so beautiful, Amina," he murmured against her skin, his breath hot and tantalizing.

Amina's breath hitched, her heart racing as his words washed over her. "Hunter..." she began, but he silenced her with a kiss, his lips soft and demanding against hers.

He moved down her body, his lips trailing over her collarbone and down to her chest. He kissed a large burn mark, his lips gentle and reverent. Amina's eyes fluttered shut, her hands clutching his hair.

"You're perfect," he whispered, kissing the edge of another scar, which spanned from her shoulder to her arm. He lifted himself up slightly, as he undid the buttons of her dress in the front.

Hunter moved down, licking the length of a scar next to her belly button as his fingers traced her over her underwear. Amina's breath hitched at the sensation, a shiver running down her spine as she felt his lips against her skin.

His fingers rubbed circles on her pussy through her underwear Amina arched into his touch, her body responding instinctively to his every move. "Hunter," she moaned, her voice barely more than a breath of air.

Hunter’s lips trailed over her belly, placing soft kisses on her skin as he moved downward. “You’re incredible, Amina,” he murmured against her skin, his breath hot and tantalizing. He kissed along the waistband of her underwear, his fingers still rubbing circles on her pussy, feeling her wetness seep through the fabric.

Amina’s breath hitched, her hands clutching at the sheets as she surrendered to his touch. “Please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, her need evident in the way her body responded to him.

He moved up her body, kissing the middle of her stomach, “what do you want, sweetheart?”

Kriff, she loved it when he called her that. Hell, she just loved his voice.

Amina's breath caught in her throat as she looked up at him, her eyes dark with longing. "I want you," she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

Hunter's lips curved into a tender smile as he kissed a spot in the middle of her breasts. "I can do that," he murmured, his voice filled with promise.

With gentle hands, he slid her dress up and over her head, revealing her delicate curves and the intricate web of scars that crisscrossed her skin. Amina's cheeks flushed with warmth as she watched him, her heart racing with anticipation.

He leaned in to kiss her, slowly and gently as his hand slipped under her underwear and a finger entered her. Amina moaned into his mouth, cupping his jaw.

Hunter continued to kiss Amina, his lips moving with purpose and intent as he deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing hers in a dance of desire. As his finger slid further into her, Amina's body arched with pleasure, her moans muffled by his lips as she clung to him desperately.

“Can you do another one?” he asked, his lips brushing hers as he spoke.

Amina's breath caught in her throat, her body buzzing with anticipation. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breaths.

Hunter slipped another finger inside her and swallowed her moan with his lips. She broke off the kiss, her head tilting slightly upwards as she caught her breath and he sucked on her jaw.

"Oh my-" Amina breathed out, her hands sliding from his jaw back into his hair. Hunter's fingers moved within her, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She arched into him, her back lifting off the bed as she sought more of his touch.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Hunter murmured against her skin, his voice husky with desire. He kissed her neck, his lips trailing down to her collarbone as his fingers continued their relentless rhythm.

Amina could only nod in response, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she surrendered herself to the sensations overwhelming her. Hunter's fingers moved with purpose, his touch igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her whole.

"You're so responsive," Hunter whispered, his breath hot against her ear as he continued to pleasure her. "I love how you react to me, Amina."

Amina moaned in response, her hips moving in time with his fingers as she chased the release she so desperately craved. Hunter's words only fueled her desire, sending her spiraling closer and closer to the edge.

"Hunter, I'm..." Amina's words trailed off into a soft gasp as Hunter's fingers hit a certain spot inside her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She arched into his touch, her back lifting off the bed as she surrendered herself to the sensations overwhelming her.

"Mm, you're what, sweetheart?" Hunter murmured against her ear, his breath hot and tantalizing as he continued to pleasure her. His fingers moved with purpose, his touch igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her whole.

"I'm close," Amina managed to choke out, her voice strained with desire. Her hands still gripping his hair, her knuckles turning white as she fought to hold on to the rapidly fraying edges of her self-control.

"Good girl," Hunter whispered, his voice filled with praise as he increased the rhythm of his fingers, driving her closer and closer to the edge. He kissed her neck, his lips trailing up to her jaw, and then back down.

"You're doing so well, Amina," Hunter murmured, his voice filled with admiration as he felt her body respond to his touch. He leaned in and captured her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue pushing it’s way into her mouth.

Amina moaned into his mouth, her hips rising to meet his as she sought more of his touch. Hunter's fingers moved with purpose, his touch driving her closer and closer to the edge until she could no longer hold back.

With a cry of release, Amina shattered into a million pieces, her body convulsing with pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her.

Hunter held her, kissing her face and caressing her neck. Amina opened her eyes, blinking before looking down. “You’re overdressed,” she pouted, her hands going down to the hem of his shirt.

Hunter grinned, his eyes sparkling with desire as he leaned back slightly, allowing Amina to tug his shirt off over his head. He tossed it aside, his muscles rippling beneath the dim light of the bedroom as he returned his attention to her.

She gestured further down, pointing at his pants, “what about those?”

“Needy, aren’t we?” Hunter grinned, his eyes sparkling with desire as he leaned back slightly, allowing Amina to tug his pants and boxers off. He kicked them aside, his muscles rippling beneath the dim light of the bedroom as he returned his attention to her.

"Better?" he asked, his voice low and husky as he moved back towards her, his gaze never leaving hers.

Amina nodded eagerly, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she watched him. "Much better," she replied, her voice barely more than a whisper as she reached out to him.

He kissed her again, his hand brushing over the side of her neck before standing up and moving to the end of the bed. Amina pushed herself onto her elbows, “what are you doing?”

Hunter grabbed Amina by her legs and dragged her to the end of the bed, her legs spread out as he stood in between her. He gazed down at her with desire burning in his eyes, his chest rising and falling with anticipation. Amina looked up at him, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she met his gaze with equal fervor.

Without a word, Hunter leaned down and captured her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue pushing its way into her mouth as he deepened the kiss. Amina melted into his touch, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair as she kissed him back with equal passion.

Hunter's hands roamed over Amina's body, his touch gentle yet possessive as he traced the curve of her waist and the line of her spine. Amina arched into his touch, her body responding instinctively to his every move as she surrendered herself to the intensity of their connection.

Breaking away from the kiss, Hunter trailed kisses down Amina's neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake as he moved lower and lower. Amina's breath hitched with every touch, her skin tingling with anticipation as she felt his lips against her skin.

Hunter reached the edge of Amina's underwear, his fingers hooking into the waistband as he stood up and leaned over to their dresser, pulling out his vibroblade. He unsheathed it, using the sharp end and cutting her underwear down the center. She always loved when he had that blade in his hands.

Amina watched him with anticipation, her breath catching in her throat as she felt a rush of excitement course through her veins. She spread her legs wider, offering herself to him without reservation.

Hunter's eyes darkened with desire as he discarded the ruined underwear, his gaze locking with Amina's as he returned to the bed. He grabbed her thighs, bringing her closer to him, his cock teasingly brushing against her entrance.

Amina's breath hitched at the sensation, her body tingling with anticipation as she felt him pressing against her. "Hunter," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "Please..."

Hunter's lips curved into a tender smile as he leaned in closer, his eyes meeting hers with a mixture of love and lust. "I've got you, Amina," he whispered, his voice filled with reassurance. "Just relax and let me take care of you."

With a gentle yet firm motion, Hunter guided himself inside her, his cock sliding smoothly into her warmth. Amina gasped at the sensation, her back arching off the bed as she surrendered herself to the pleasure coursing through her veins.

Hunter groaned softly as he felt her pussy enveloping him, his hands gripping her thighs as he began to move with slow, deliberate thrusts. Amina moaned in response, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rocked her hips to meet his rhythm.

Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, the sounds of their moans and the creaking of the bed filling the air as they lost themselves in the pleasure of each other's touch. Hunter's movements were gentle yet purposeful, his thrusts deepening with each passing moment as he drove them both closer and closer to the edge.

Amina's head spun with ecstasy as she felt herself teetering on the brink of release, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their connection. "Hunter," she gasped, her voice a breathless plea. "Don't stop..."

Hunter's lips curved into a knowing smile as he increased the pace of his thrusts, his movements becoming more urgent as he chased his own release. He leaned in closer, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as their bodies moved in perfect synchrony.

Their passion ignited like wildfire, consuming them both in a blazing inferno of desire as they surrendered themselves to the ecstasy of their union. Amina's nails dug into Hunter's back, her body trembling with pleasure as she felt herself hurtling towards the edge of oblivion.

With a cry of release, Amina shattered into a million pieces, her body convulsing with ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Hunter followed closely behind, his own release crashing over him in a tidal wave of sensation as he emptied himself inside her with a guttural groan.

They lay together in the aftermath, their bodies tangled in a mess of limbs as they basked in the warm glow of their shared passion. Hunter pressed gentle kisses to Amina's forehead, his arms wrapped protectively around her as they savored the intimacy of the moment.

"You're amazing, Amina," Hunter murmured against her skin, his voice filled with adoration. "I love you."

Amina smiled up at him, her heart overflowing with love for the man who had captured her heart. "I love you too, Hunter," she whispered, her voice filled with sincerity. "Thank you for loving me, scars and all."

---

Meditating overlooking the sunrise was still something she did, even if her enjoyment of it was far less than before.

She thought it would be easy to rid her mind and soul of what happened to her curtesy of the Emperor. Sure, Hemlock tortured her, but that was barely an appetizer compared to what Palpatine did.

Amina opened her eyes, looking over at Batcher who lay beside her on the rock. She petted Batcher, as she licked Amina’s face.

And she was bored. For most of her life she always had something to do. Work at Watto’s, train with the other younglings, fight in the war, go on missions, and now, there was nothing left to do. Which is what she wanted, but right now it seemed hard to even turn on her lightsaber.

Batcher put her head on Amina’s lap, as she stroked her mindlessly. “Amina, Rex is almost here!” Omega said through comms.

Amina picked up her comm, “okay, I’ll be there soon.” She stood up, with Batcher following her as she made her way to the top of the mountain. The large ship landed, as Rex walked out, shaking hands with Hunter, and then Echo.

Rex turned over to Amina, “General, Hunter told me you were having a bit of trouble, so I called in a favor.”

She raised an eyebrow, “a favor? From who?” Amina looked up at the ship as a tall figure walked out, her lekku longer than the last time she had seen her. “Ahsoka?”

Ahsoka offered her a warm smile, her blue eyes filled with understanding. "Rex called in a favor," she explained, stepping forward to embrace Amina in a hug. "He said you could use some help."

Amina returned the hug, feeling a sense of comfort and familiarity wash over her. Despite everything that had happened, Ahsoka's presence reminded her of a time when things were simpler, when she still believed in the ideals of the Jedi Order.

"I'm glad you're here," Amina said sincerely, pulling back from the hug to look at Ahsoka. "I could definitely use all the help I can get."

Ahsoka's gaze softened, her expression filled with empathy. "I heard about what happened," she said gently, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so sorry, Amina. No one should have to go through what you did."

Amina nodded, her throat tightening with emotion. She had tried to bury the memories of her time in captivity, to push past the pain and focus on rebuilding her life. But the wounds, both physical and emotional, ran deep, and sometimes it felt like they would never truly heal.

"Thank you, Ahsoka," she murmured, her voice barely more than a whisper. "For coming all this way to help me."

“Of course.” Ahsoka said, a small smile lining her face, one Amina recognized. It’s a tired smile, one she knows she’s worn many times throughout her life.

“Why don’t you come with me? We can sit down for a little bit?”

“I would like that.” Ahsoka said, as Amina led the way to her and Hunter’s house.

“It’s small, and we don’t have a lot yet.” Amina closed the door behind them.

Amina led Ahsoka through the modest living space she shared with Hunter on Pabu, offering her friend a seat at the small table in the corner. Batcher settled down at their feet, her tail thumping against the floor in a friendly rhythm.

"It's not much," Amina admitted, gesturing around the room. "But it's home."

Ahsoka smiled warmly, her eyes scanning the room with genuine interest. "It's perfect," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity. "You've done a great job making it feel cozy."

Amina returned the smile, a sense of pride swelling within her chest. Despite the challenges they had faced since escaping from the Empire, she had worked hard to create a sense of normalcy for herself and Hunter, to carve out a space where they could heal and rebuild their lives.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" Amina offered, moving to the small kitchenette to retrieve a couple of glasses.

"A glass of water would be great, thanks," Ahsoka replied, settling into her seat with a contented sigh.

As Amina filled a glass with water from the dispenser, she couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over her. Having Ahsoka here, in their home, felt like a balm to her soul, a reminder that she wasn't alone in her struggles, that she had people who cared about her and were willing to stand by her side no matter what.

Returning to the table, Amina set the glass of water in front of Ahsoka before taking a seat opposite her. Batcher nudged her hand, and she absentmindedly scratched behind the droid's ears as she waited for Ahsoka to speak.

"So," Ahsoka began, her tone gentle but curious. "How have you been holding up?"

Amina sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly as she thought about the question. "Honestly?" she replied, her voice tinged with resignation. "Not great."

Ahsoka's expression softened with sympathy, her eyes filled with understanding. "I can't even begin to imagine what you've been through," she said softly. "But I want you to know that I'm here for you, Amina. Whatever you need, whatever you're feeling, I'm here to listen."

Amina swallowed past the lump in her throat, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. “I mean… like I told Hunter, I thought that when I escaped from Palpatine that everything would be better. No more torture, no more mind games, but then, when I turned on my lightsaber, it was red. I wasn’t sure if it was me who did it, or Palpatine.”

"And then right after, I ended up killing three Inquisitors. Then, of course, Hemlock took me and Omega, and... I Force choked those operatives, then killed Hemlock," Amina continued, her voice trembling with emotion.

Ahsoka reached out and gently squeezed Amina's hand, offering her a reassuring smile. "I can't imagine how difficult that must have been for you," she said softly. "But you're here now, Amina. You're safe."

Amina nodded, her eyes brimming with tears as she struggled to contain her emotions. "I know," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath of air. "But sometimes it feels like... like I'll never be free from the nightmares, from the memories."

Ahsoka's heart ached at the pain in Amina's voice, her own memories of trauma and loss resurfacing in the wake of her friend's confession. She knew all too well the burden of carrying the weight of past traumas, the constant struggle to move forward in the face of overwhelming darkness.

"You're stronger than you realize, Amina," Ahsoka said earnestly, her voice filled with conviction. "You've faced more than most people could ever imagine, and yet you still have the strength to keep fighting, to keep pushing forward. That's something to be proud of."

Amina looked up at Ahsoka, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "But what if I'm not strong enough?" she asked, her voice tinged with doubt. "What if... what if I can't do this anymore? He wrecked me, Ahsoka. More than I’d care to admit.”

Ahsoka reached across the table, gently taking Amina's hand in hers. "You are not alone in this, Amina," she said softly, her voice filled with empathy. "You have people who care about you, who want to help you heal. And together, we can face whatever challenges come our way."

Amina squeezed Ahsoka's hand, feeling a glimmer of hope flicker to life within her chest. Despite the darkness that threatened to engulf her, she knew that she wasn't alone, that she had friends who would stand by her side no matter what.

"Thank you, Ahsoka," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath of air. "For being here for me, for understanding."

Ahsoka smiled warmly, her eyes sparkling with affection. "Always, Amina," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

Amina gave her a half-smile, “when did you get so wise? I was always the one giving you advice.”

Ahsoka chuckled softly at Amina's teasing remark, a twinkle of amusement dancing in her eyes. "I guess you could say I've picked up a few things along the way," she replied with a playful grin. "But don't worry, I haven't forgotten all the wisdom you've shared with me over the years."

Amina smiled, a sense of warmth spreading through her chest at Ahsoka's words. Despite the hardships they had faced, she was grateful for the bond they shared, for the friendship that had sustained them through the darkest of times.

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She stood in a grassy field two days later, her lightsaber in hand. She hadn’t turned it on or used it since Tantiss.

With a deep breath, she closed her eyes, igniting her saber. As she slowly opened her eyes, she was met with a familiar bright blue light emanating from her lightsaber. Amina twirled the lightsaber, the familiar hum resonating in her ears. It felt right, it felt like hers again.

Sami, one of the young kids who Omega was imprisoned with on Tantiss, walked over to Amina. “Is that… a lightsaber?”

Amina nodded, turning it off, “it is.” She kneeled down in front of the young Pantoran.

Sami’s eyes were wide with awe. "Can I see it again?"

Amina smiled and ignited the lightsaber once more. The blue blade hummed softly, casting a gentle glow over Sami's face. "It's amazing," she whispered, reaching out a tentative hand toward the blade.

"Careful," Amina cautioned gently, moving the lightsaber slightly out of her reach. "It's very powerful."

Sami nodded, pulling her hand back. "Did you make it yourself?"

"I did," Amina said, deactivating the lightsaber and clipping it to her belt. “A long time ago.”

"Wow," Sami breathed, clearly impressed. "You're like a real Jedi."

Amina's smile faltered slightly at his words, memories of her past flooding her mind. "I used to be," she said softly, standing up. "But not anymore."

Sami looked up at her, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Why not?"

Amina sighed, ruffling her hair affectionately. "It's a long story, Sami. Maybe I'll tell you about it someday." When they tried to find the homes of all the kids taken, they were unable to find Sami’s parents, so she was still staying on Pabu. “Do you know why the Empire took you, honey?”

Sami hugged herself, “no.”

"You have the Force too. It's what makes me a Jedi. Hemlock was using you and the other kids for his experiments to help the Empire," Amina explained gently, watching Sami's expression closely.

Sami hugged herself tighter, her small body trembling slightly. "I don't want them to take me again," she whispered, her voice filled with fear.

Amina's heart ached at the sight of the young Pantoran's distress. She moved closer to Sami, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "They won't, Sami. I promise," she said firmly. "You're safe here on Pabu. We'll protect you."

Sami looked up at her, her eyes wide with hope and a glimmer of trust. "You promise?"

"I promise," Amina replied, her voice steady. "And you have Omega, the squad, and everyone on this island to protect you.”

Sami wrapped her arms around Amina’s neck as she quickly returned the gesture, hugging the young girl back. “Thank you,” Sami whispered.

“Of course, honey.” Amina pulled away, her hands on Sami’s shoulders, “but, there may come a day, far ahead in the future when you’ll have to protect yourself. How about I teach you some of the basic of the force, hmm?”

Sami's eyes lit up with excitement, her small hands clasped together in anticipation. "Really? You mean it?"

Amina nodded, a playful glint in her eyes. "Absolutely," she replied, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "But first, we need to find a quiet spot where we won't be disturbed."

Sami grinned from ear to ear, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "I know just the place!" she exclaimed, grabbing Amina's hand and pulling her along.

Laughing, Amina allowed herself to be led by the eager young girl, her heart light with joy at the prospect of sharing her knowledge of the Force with someone so eager to learn.

They soon arrived at a secluded clearing nestled in the heart of the forest, the sunlight filtering through the dense canopy of trees above. Amina couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her as she took in the serene beauty of their surroundings.

"This looks perfect," she said with a smile, turning to Sami. "Now, let's get started."

Sami nodded eagerly, her eyes shining with anticipation. "What are we going to do first?"

Amina thought for a moment, considering the best approach to introduce Sami to the basics of the Force. "How about we start with something simple, like meditation?" she suggested.

Sami tilted her head to the side, a curious expression on her face. "Meditation? What's that?"

"It's a way of calming your mind and connecting with the Force," Amina explained patiently. "It can help you focus your thoughts and tap into your inner strength."

Sami nodded, her expression eager as she listened intently to Amina's words. "Okay, how do we do it?"

Amina smiled, gesturing for Sami to sit down on the soft grass beside her. "First, find a comfortable position," she instructed. "You can sit cross-legged or kneel, whatever feels best for you."

Sami followed Amina's instructions, settling into a comfortable position on the grass. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to clear her mind of any distractions.

"Good," Amina said softly, her voice gentle and reassuring. "Now, focus on your breath. Inhale slowly through your nose, and then exhale through your mouth. Feel the air filling your lungs, and then releasing back out into the world."

Sami nodded, her brow furrowed in concentration as she followed Amina's guidance. She took a deep breath in, filling her lungs with air, and then slowly exhaled, feeling a sense of calm wash over her.

"Keep breathing like that," Amina encouraged. "And as you do, imagine yourself surrounded by a warm, comforting light. Let it wrap around you like a blanket, filling you with peace and serenity."

Sami did as Amina instructed, picturing the soft glow of light surrounding her in her mind's eye. She focused on the warmth of the light, letting it soothe away any tension or anxiety she felt.

As they sat in the clearing together, Amina guided Sami through the meditation, helping her to find a sense of inner peace and tranquility. For the first time in a long time, Amina felt a glimmer of hope stir within her heart, a sense of purpose and meaning that had been missing since her escape from the Empire.

Omega and the squad were on their daily walk through the forest, something Hunter suggested a few weeks ago, when Wrecker spotted Amina and Sami sitting on the ground.

Omega looked over at what Wrecker was watching, noting how Sami, who was shy and soft-spoken, listened to Amina closely.

Hunter came over, standing behind the two, a small smile growing on his face watching Amina interact with Sami. After watching for a few moments, Hunter decided it was time for them to continue their walk, taking one last glance at Amina.

When they finally finished the meditation, Sami opened her eyes, a smile spreading across her face. "That was amazing," she exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder. "I feel so... calm."

Amina returned the smile, her heart swelling with pride at Sami's progress. "You did great," she said warmly. "Meditation is a powerful tool, and with practice, you'll only get better at it."

Sami nodded, her eyes shining with determination. "I can't wait to learn more," she said eagerly.

Amina chuckled softly, ruffling Sami's hair affectionately. "We'll take it one step at a time," she promised. "But for now, why don’t you go back to Shep’s? We’ll meet at the same spot you found me at tomorrow.”

Sami nodded eagerly, a smile still lingering on her lips. "Okay! Thanks, Amina!" With a wave, she scampered off, disappearing into the foliage of the forest.

As Sami disappeared from view, Amina let out a contented sigh, her heart full with the knowledge that she had made a difference in the young Pantoran's life. Turning her attention back to the task at hand, she reached out with the Force, sensing the familiar presence of her lightsaber at her side.

Perhaps things could get better. Perhaps they already were.

if you don't know, panna cake is just star wars terminology for pancake :)

tags: @callsign-denmark

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just-here-with-my-thoughts · 5 months

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Welcome To The Outpost: Part 2.3 - Swept Away

Fandom: The Bad Batch Characters: CT-9904 Crosshair, Clone Commander Mayday Word Count: ~1375 Read Here on AO3

Synopsis: With Crosshair at his side, the two of them easily storm the raider’s mountain base. Mayday wonders about the legacy the clone troopers leave behind. Crosshair makes an unexpected admission.

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Once the rocks stopped tumbling to fill the cave mouth, the mountain rang with silence.

Crosshair turned to survey his work, lowering his rifle with little satisfaction. It had been a quick way to end things; targeting the crate of explosives to collapse the mountain cavern network, instead of tackling another wave of raiders rallying from inside their base.

Not that they had struggled with the combat. He had been reluctantly impressed at how the reg commander, a blaster in each hand, had stormed the encampment with ruthless efficiency. Crosshair had worked with command-class clones in the past, and they were the only ones who were even close to operating on the same level as him and his brothers.

Don’t think of them.

Eliminating the raider’s base with the reg commander had almost – almost – reminded him of the mission on Desix with Commander Cody.

He had known he would work well with Cody; there was no doubt about that. They had a long history together.

What he hadn’t expected was for Mayday to shadow his movements so effectively, bringing the brutal skirmish to such a quick conclusion.

There was something to be said about the ferocity of men with nothing left to lose. The hollowness that radiated out from the commander threatened to consume Crosshair too.

Mayday faced down death and the elements on the word of an officer he didn’t respect, because he was loyal.

Loyal to the Empire.

And Crosshair was at his side because the commander also carried the intense loyalty to his clone brothers that the sniper had never understood, but had found himself on the receiving end of in the tunnels.

Mayday had no business saving him from the pressure mine. It had been his own idiotic mistake to trigger it. If it had been him, he would have scoffed at the reg commander and left him; not worth the risk of accidentally detonating the mine whilst trying to disarm it, just to save one man.

But Mayday had thought it worthwhile. When he had brushed off Crosshair’s ingratitude with little more than a resigned chuckle, it made something inside Cross burn all the brighter.

The faint, creeping sensation of eyes on his back shivered up his spine – the reassuring version, the one where those eyes were his brothers’, watching out for him just as he watched out for them.

He’d had that, briefly, when Cody had requested him for Desix. Then the Marshal Commander had absconded.

Rampart’s insidious voice sounded in his mind again. Clone loyalty doesn’t seem to be as advertised any more.

Crosshair thought Cody had had his back, but the Marshal Commander abandoned him. Just like his brothers had.

He couldn’t bear to confront the nauseating fear that Mayday might do the same.

“Crosshair.”

“What?” Crosshair’s tone was short, but without his earlier aggression.

Mayday gestured down the mountainside, towards the snowmobile which had crashed and spilled its pallet of crates after Crosshair shot the driver.

“Let’s load the cargo and get out of here.”

Although it was night, the whiteness of the snow bounced the little light from the sky around, giving them enough to see by without drawing their torches. Sliding to a stop in the powdery snow, Mayday pulled off his helmet, loosing his unkempt hair to the wind and feeling the bite of the icy chill against his cheeks. Behind him Crosshair mimicked the action, tucking his helmet under his arm, silent and observant.

Mayday faltered as he approached the downed skiff. His eyes skipped over the tumult in the snow, the once-smooth surface marred by scattered debris where one of the cargo crates had burst a seam at the impact and spilled its contents into the night.

White on white. Gleaming plastoid against powdery mountain snow.

“Gear?”

The edge of Mayday’s voice shook. The fingers of his free hand dug into the seams of his own armour, curling against the coarse fabric wraps keeping the cold out.

“We’ve been risking out lives to recover equipment we could have been wearing this whole time?”

He sensed more than saw the sniper come to stand at his shoulder.

“It’s not clone trooper gear,” said Crosshair. The way he softened his voice at the acknowledgement spoke volumes.

“Right.” Mayday dragged the word out into a derisive snort. “New toys for their shiny new military, and we get the scraps.”

Holstering his blaster, he knelt and scooped up a cuirass from the snow, turning it to inspect the item. A coldness that had nothing to do with the mountain night curled around his chest, constricting, forcing bile to his throat.

“We were good soldiers.” The words choked past a knot of fury and sorrow. “We followed orders. And for what?”

His companion remained silent. That was fine by Mayday. He didn’t want to hear the sniper’s brand of biting commentary right now.

He dropped the cuirass in disgust, kicking it towards the other items spilled from the fractured crate.

“For three years we fought in the war,” he continued, his voice low, words spoken mostly for himself. “Earned their freedom with our blood, and never asked thanks. It’s what we were made for.”

Now he turned to Crosshair.

“Do you think they’ll even remember us?” he asked, fixing the lean sniper with a piercing stare.

Crosshair held his gaze despite its intensity, brow furrowed in a frown. He’d drawn a toothpick from somewhere, and his teeth clenched around it as he shrugged a response to Mayday’s question.

Mayday continued. “I heard the rumours about phasing out clone troopers. I didn’t really believe them until now.” His face twisted in a glare, one hand scrubbing over his face and beard as he sought to control himself. “What does that even mean? They just let us die, and not replace us?” His voice shook with anger. “I heard Kamino was destroyed. Does that mean… the end of us clones?”

Something flickered behind Crosshair’s eyes, an expression quickly shuttered. He turned his face away from Mayday, letting his gaze go long over the mountainside.

“It was.”

Mayday stared at him blankly. “What?”

“Kamino was destroyed,” said the sniper through clenched teeth. “I was there.”

Taking a careful couple of steps, Mayday positioned himself in Crosshair’s eyeline. The sniper still tried hard to avoid looking at him.

“You were on the Empire’s ships.”

“No,” said Crosshair, and his voice was barely more than a breath shuddering up from his chest. “I was in the city.”

For a moment the wind dropped away to nothing, and now Crosshair met Mayday’s eyes. Behind that hard exterior there was a fracture of fear, wide-eyed and frightened, and Mayday’s breath seized to realise how young the other clone must be.

Not much older than Veetch.

A rumbling, rushing started up. Blood in his ears.

Except Crosshair was reacting to it too. Whipped his head round to gaze up at the mountain peak, far above the destroyed cavern.

To where icy death tumbled down the mountainside towards them.

Reacting on instinct, Mayday pulled his bucket back on and clapped Crosshair on the shoulder. “GO!” he roared, and he was already running, adrenaline driving fatigue and fear from his body as his long legs ate up the ground and he raced, heedless, down the mountainside.

In moments Crosshair had drawn level with him, helmet in place also. The two clones, light armoured and dark, slid and sprinted wordlessly through the night, racing from the devastation which descended from high to sweep them away.

The avalanche would catch them. Thousands of tons of snow and ice gathered speed, must faster than their exhausted bodies could hope to outrun it.

Mayday scanned their path for something, anything, that might offer safety. Somewhere to shelter. To hope the wave of snow would crest over them and spare them.

Looming from the darkness, a jagged boulder jutted up from the mountain surface, black and forbidding.

“Look out!”

Shoving Crosshair to one side, Mayday watched as the tall clone tumbled head over heels, the unexpected push breaking his momentum.

Then the snow was on them and Crosshair was lost to his view, and the crushing wall of ice swept him against the boulder and everything went black.

I'm baack! Did you miss me?

I missed the proper posting date for this prompt which was due on the 23rd, but I hope you enjoy this chapter now it's here. Thank you to my wonderful writing buddies @kybercrystals94 and @the-little-moment for your patience and support!

Hopefully Day 26's chapter 'Grief' will be finished over the weekend.

Need more angsty Bad Batch stores in the meantime? We're using the #littlekyberthoughts tag for our joint Angstpril challenge - you can find all our fics there!

#angstpril2024 #thebadbatch #fanfiction #day23 #swept away #the bad batch #the bad batch fanfic #tbb fanfic #clone commander mayday #commander mayday #barton iv #the outpost #crosshair #tbb crosshair #ct 9904 #crosshair and mayday #crosshair & mayday #littlekyberthoughts

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triscribe · 9 months

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For the WIP game: Please, I need to know about Cass in the Clone Wars.

You want to know about Cass in the Clone Wars, I want to write about Cass in the Clone Wars, but lemme tell you something pal, this story does not want to be written - I've made three attempts so far and keep scrapping them because they don't attain the vision I have seen in far off dreams

Picture this: call her Batgirl-Black Bat-Orphan-whatever, but our badass sweetheart Cassandra Cain Wayne gets picked up by an activation of alien tech and flung across time and space to a galaxy far far away

She lands on Kamino

Specifically, in the deep levels of Tipoca City, shortly after the War has gotten underway but before the losses have really begun to pile up

Cass does not speak Galactic Basic

She doesn't speak any language known to the clones or their trainers or the Kaminoans, but you know who is able to understand her? Jedi Master Shaak Ti. Not with words, but through the Force, and emotion, and movement

They establish a rapport. Cass is declared a welcome guest. She unintentionally gains a following of young troopers *cough* Domino Squad *cough* and passes on a lot of the fighting skills she both grew up learning and sharpened in Gotham. After the base on Rishi Moon is attacked and Grievous shows up with an invasion fleet, Ventress barely makes it a foot past the door before this tiny furious fighter takes her the kriff out, and then proceeds to wreak havoc on the droids that go anywhere near her small cadets

Grievous probably still manages to escape, but there's a lot less time for his forces to torch the place before the order to retreat goes out, and then all the other Jedi who showed up get to side-eye this seemingly innocuous human standing alongside Shaak Ti who definitely isn't a Jedi but could be, whether or not she's remotely Force-sensitive (I'm still on the fence with that)

Eventually, of course, some Justice League space-goer types will show up with a rather frantic Batman in tow to reclaim his misplaced kid. Quite possibly just after Shaak Ti takes Cass along with her on a visit to Coruscant, and the girl who learned body language before any spoken word sees right through Palpatine's kindly grandfather act

#star wars the clone wars #dc #birds and bats of gotham #fan fiction #wip game #I WANT TO WRITE IT SO BAD #BUT THE WORDS WILL NOT COOPERATE #clone wars cass

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matchademi · 1 year

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My clone Cadet oc Buddy/Torch

• He was forced out of his growth chamber a month before he was supposed to, so he is like 9 when Falls finds him

• Falls finds him on Kamino with the Bad Batch. Falls got the both of them out safe

• Buddy as Falls has been calling the cadet tried to bite him several times. Falls is so proud

• Since he is younger then Omega she definitely taken him under her wing

• After Rex meets Buddy he gives Falls a look like 'I blame Cody for this" and Falls just grins putting the kid onto his shoulders

• When Falls and Buddy separated from the Bad Batch Falls went on a hunt for armor that he can give the kid when he is older

• 5 years later Buddy gets gifted his first piece of armor. No he didn't cry (yes he did) and Falls cried like a damn baby

• Buddy has no visible mutations but he does have ADHD

• Buddy dyed his hair red at 15 after learning about Commander Thorn, Falls was fine with it since he had quite a few Corrie Guard friends. Rex always gives a sad almost bitter smile when he sees Buddy after that

• At 16 Buddy got the name Torch after using a torch to set a explosion that saved Falls life

• Torch secretly calls Falls Buir

• Torch has a burn scar all over the left side of his body after using his body to protect a kid while visiting Lathol (hint hint)

• At 20 got his armor he decorated with a mix of blue, red and orange flames

• He met Cody once and smacked him for letting uncle Rex worry for years before letting him explain why

• He has a tear drop peircing in his right ear

• At 24 he met the little kid he saved all those years ago and found out he is a Jedi

• He fought side by side with Ezra many times

• He begged Sabine to explain how she makes her explosive paint

• Torch has a flower painted on his vambrace In blue in memory of his Buir

• He married someone after the fall of the empire and adopted his own kid

Basic run down of his life PLEASE ask me more about him and Falls

#clone trooper oc #clone cadet oc #clone cadet Buddy #rebel clone Torch #clone trooper Torch #clone medic falls #clone medic oc #star wars #the clone wars #starwars rebels #clone trooper Buddy/Torch

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for-the-sake-of-color · 1 year

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WIP

Doing a carefully rendered background for shits and giggles. You will never believe what the whole thing looks like. 😏

#torch and rex look beautiful thus far #star wars #star wars clone wars #captain rex #clone trooper #wip #my art #torch tag #clone oc

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half-truths-and-hyperbole-louk · 7 months

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Louk's Bad Batch rewatch part 22 !!!

lets go batcherssss 🤟

The Bad Batch 2x02

Omega's "told ya" is so full of sass omg

"crashing?!" yup

Echo holding Omega 🥺

Wrecker's not even there and Tech is roasting him 💀

"we are alive" BRO 😂

😫 Tech falls count: 2

Echo helps Tech up then he leans on Omega 🥺

the way he knew his leg was broken and by the weight of pressure

"we STILL haven't landed" 🥲

Captain Wilco my love 💕👑

Echo and Omega pulling Tech up 🤲

"Havoc 2 ... plan 00" 🥲 their codes their plans

Omega tugging on Echo's arm to get his attention 🥺

Omega's "roger" and her lil salute to Echo... a child soldier (along with all the clones oop)

didn't take long for Wilco to find tbb 💅 ... those tk troopers could never

"It's a toy, makes you happy" Omega now has 4 toys 🥲

Echo and Tech bickering lol

"Ace" 💕

"not separatist, Serennian" Tech: "I never thought of it like that" 💔

cheeky Omega sneaking off alone tsk tsk

this friend getting Tech to help him but also probably taking his mind off the pain 🥲

YES WRECKER HE'S SO INTELLIGENT FR !!! this is his Tony Stark moment 'he built it in a cave from a bunch of scraps!' 🥰

oopsie Tech was a little too distracted teehee

Tech is literally walking on a broken leg to get to Omega 😭🤲

Omega says "Echo" so excitedly 🥲 as she blinds him with her torch lmao

Tech is so close to passing out and he still- 😫

Hunter and Wrecker piloting 👌

Tech stayed awake long enough to take them all out my mans needs some sleep and some bacta

I can picture Echo's face under there like 😟 and his desparate "please" I'm-

"Ace" i love this guy hehe

Tech's whole arm wave to Echo and Omega 💕

Tech helping Omega up and them both helping Echo up I'm a sucker for what @anonymous-galager and I like to call non-sexual physical contact in little moments like that

"I'm a survivor remember" 👀 foreshadowing?? 🤞

Wrecker patting his new tank blaster 😍

Omega and Echo chatting 💕 "we made the right choice Omega, I'd do it all again" my whole heart right there

Rampart 😡😡😡

Wilco I'll never forget you bby you will be avenger I promise 😘

oof that was a lot of emotions !! I'm gonna do a few more a bit later !!! I literally cannot express how much I love this show yall they're all just so 🥺🤲

also enjoy a sneaky pic from ep 1 bc I just found it and I love it hehe

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cc-cobalt-1043 · 4 months

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Incorrect Quotes:

Howzer: I'm worried about you Nemec, when was the last time you slept

Nemec: *hasn't slept in weeks and functioning solely on coffee* 5 or 6

Howzer: 5 or 6 what?

Nemec: *confused* 5 or 6

Samson: I'm going to ask Rex if I can use the flamethrower

Nemec: *preparing the medbay* not this shit again

Howzer: *in a good mood for once* this'll be a very good day

Fireball: *about to speak*

Gregor: *shoves a muffin in his mouth*

Nemec: hello, my name is Nemec and I will be your medic for today, just after I have this Capri sun

Nemec: *misses the carton four times, then rips open the carton and drinks it in four gulps*

Shadow: *sweating in sheer terror*

Howzer: look after the others Rex said-

*insert Daniel and Nemec trying to tame a giant robot they created, Fireball and Gregor binge watching Gordon Ramsey at full volume, Torch and Greer wrestling like gorilla's, Joey and Boba sparring with Cobalt and Trix trying to stop them destroying the base and Kirk and Samson passed out after too much coffee*

Howzer: it'd be easy he said

*Howzer and Daniel have the base to themselves, Daniel is cleaning while Howzer is on a computer*

Daniel: when I'm cleaning, you seem to be leaning

Howzer: why did I become a single father of two, what did I get myself into

Nemec and Fireball: curled up on his lap like little kids, fast asleep

Howzer: *shrugs* nevermind, I get it

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb nemec #tbb fireball #tbb samson #tbb howzer #tbb greer #tbb gregor #Clone trooper Kirk (oc)#Clone trooper Torch (oc)#Clone commando Shadow (oc)#joey stryker (oc)#daniel stryker (oc)

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Constellations

I apologize for being so totally late with this, but I hope my bestie, @multi-fan-dom-madness enjoys this gift written with love!

Summary: Your love of flowers and your clumsiness leave you and Sister under the influence of a powerful aphrodisiac, and it's just the excuse you need to fall into each other.

Inspired by the song: Constellations by Jade LeMac

Pairing: Clone Trooper Sister x GN!Reader

Rating: E - MINORS DNI

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Sex pollen, oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, mutual pining, implied thigh riding towards the end

A/N: Sister is a transfem clone, and I hope that I handled her with the care and respect she deserves. Writing this under the assumption that she was able to receive gender affirming care and surgery. Header by me, and dividers by @dystopicjumpsuit

Sister always enjoyed scouting duty. It gave her a chance to stretch her legs, clear her head, and enjoy time with nature. Real nature. Not that Kamino’s endless ocean wasn’t nature. It just wasn’t the kind you could relax in. Not like the forest your squad found itself in now.

It was properly lush, and Sister couldn’t help but smile as she watched you surreptitiously gathering flowers. The rest of the squad was equally enamored with the bright blossoms, and lush foliage. Brightly colored insects flitted across the path, occasionally landing atop their helmets, or resting on the tips of their blasters.

She’d been excited when you volunteered to join them, as the two of you had been spending more and more time together, and you always left her craving more. This scouting mission meant time away from most prying eyes with the exception of Dice and Torch, but the twins were too busy looking for trouble to get into to worry about you and Sister.

You’d stepped off the beaten path intent on reaching a softly glowing bloom to add to your bouquet.

“Not too far, mesh’la,” Sister called, pausing to watch you pick your way through the undergrowth.

“I just wanna grab those, and then I’ll be right back,” you replied, singularly focused on your target. “Go on, I’ll catch up.”

Sister opened her mouth to protest when the comm crackled to life, and a couple of the others reported in from farther ahead. She turned her head towards them, distracted just long enough for your foot to find unstable ground, and send you tumbling down the steep embankment.

“Kark!” Sister hissed, as she rushed towards where she’d last seen you.

Gazing down the embankment, Sister’s sharp eyes caught sight of you immediately. Far more gracefully than your own descent, Sister made her way to your side.

Kneeling down next to you, her brow furrowed. “Are you ok? Anything broken?”

“Just my pride,” you wheezed out before sitting up.

You frowned when you realized the flowers you’d picked had been destroyed in the fall, including the glowing blue one you’d been trying to get. Several of its thick soft petals were now sticking to you, along with a thick band of magenta pollen across your nose and cheeks, if your reflection in Sister’s visor was to be believed.

Sister grinned behind her bucket, grateful you couldn’t see the fully enamored look on her face. You looked adorable. A flower goddess in tactical gear.

She straightened up and held out a hand to get you back on your feet.

“Thanks,” you said sheepishly just before you sneezed softly, causing petals to drift away from your face.

Sister brushed her fingers over your nose and cheeks attempting to move the sticky pollen, but most of it stayed put like glowing freckles while some clung to her gloved hand.

“Let’s get back to the others, yeah?” She asked, resting a gentle hand against your lower back to guide you back up to the main pathway.

Your heart jumped at the intimate gesture, sparking an internal debate over whether it could mean more, or if she was just making sure your clumsy ass didn’t go tumbling back down. Ultimately, you decided it didn’t matter because it just felt so good for her to touch you, to be close to you.

As you reached the main road again and continued on after the rest of the team, you found yourself upset at the loss of contact. You shifted to walk closer to her, relaxing slightly as her arm brushed yours.

But it wasn’t enough.

Heat bloomed under your skin, as she continued to brush against you with every step. Unbidden your mind conjured images of her sliding her hands over your thighs to reveal your glistening sex to her. You shook your head to clear it, but more lewd images took its place.

Sister’s muscular thigh pressed up against your core.

Your lips trailing down her throat.

Her tongue circling one of your nipples.

Your fingers buried in her thick, soft curls.

You cleared your throat and took a deep breath. The thoughts weren’t new, but they usually didn’t push their way into your mind so forcefully. They were polite and arrived upon request when you were all alone and looking for a release.

“Are you ok, cyar’ika?” Sister asked, stopping and catching you by the elbow, so she could get a look at you.

“Yeah, just…tired. A little sore from the fall. Nothing a good rest won’t fix!”

Sister tilted her head at you, the attitude was clear even with the bucket shielding her face, and you offered her a little grin, and a half shrug.

“You’ll tell me if that changes, yeah?” She asked, her thumb rubbing absently over your arm as she held you in place.

You nodded, not trusting your voice. It was just your elbow. It shouldn’t have made your heart race that she was touching it, but it did. It shouldn’t have made you want to whimper, but it did.

Halfway to the campsite you were so wound up and overheated, you could feel the sweat pooling at your lower back. You wanted nothing more than an ice bath and your vibrator. You weren’t picky about which order you got them in either.

By the time you made it to the campsite, you were burning up. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on your skin, and the ache between your legs was unbearable. You were leaning on Sister for support, and whining softly.

“You said you’d tell me if things changed,” Sister scolded, as she helped you into your tent.

You would have had a smart retort, but you were so thrilled she was touching you, you kept it to yourself. Without waiting to be alone, you started stripping down, fighting with your body glove, as it stuck to your damp skin.

“You’re the doctor here, what’s the diagnosis?” she asked, as she reached out to help you undress amidst the noises of frustrations emitting from you.

“I don’t know. I felt fine all day, but now I just,” you hesitated, as the day played out in your mind. You moved on auto pilot, getting down on your knees and digging in your pack for your vibrator.

Sex pollen was a myth, or so you thought, but it was the only explanation for the way you’d been fine one minute, and painfully aroused and delirious the next. You were too embarrassed to explain what was going on with you to Sister. What if she thought it was just a weird ploy to get in her armor?

She was so close though. Warm, and reassuring. Gorgeous and loving.

In your distraction, you’d missed Sister pulling off her bucket, and reaching up to rub her nose, as she knelt close to you.

“Sister, you shouldn’t-!” You reached for her forearm, but it was too late, the trooper had already rubbed her nose with the pollen covered glove.

She dropped her arm, nose scrunched, as she met your feverish gaze.

“Why?” You groaned in embarrassment, “Because the pollen of that plant is an aphrodisiac. That’s why I’m-” You gestured to your vibrator, as you whipped it out of your pack. “I’ll be masturbating until the charge runs out…” “I’m sure it’ll be ok, cyar’ika,” She said, leaning forward to cup your cheek, and doing her best to ignore the sight of your vibrator, and the thought of you using it.. “Fett genes and all. I’m more worried about you. What can I do?”

“Oh…well,” you paused. You knew what you wanted to ask her. You wanted to ask her to stay close, to watch, to touch. “I could stay,” she offered. “Just to make sure your temp doesn’t spike, ya know? I can turn around.” “No!” You blurted out, before slapping a hand over your mouth. Sister carefully tugged your hand away from your face, as she said, “It’s ok, you can tell me.” “I want you to watch,” you said after a long moment.

Sister felt a current sparking beneath her skin. Her eyes trailed over your naked form, and she bit her bottom lip. Arousal curled around her core, spiraling outward to set fire to every nerve ending in her body. She began to wonder if she’d spoken too highly of those Fett genes.

She pulled her gloves off, and reached forward to cup the back of your head, as she smiled. “Could I do more than watch?”

As if that’s what your desire-addled brain needed to hear, you dropped your toy and cupped her face with your hands, pressing your lips to hers. Your eyes slipped closed, and you almost felt relieved as her arms wrapped around your waist and tugged you close. The plastoid of her armor soothed your heated skin, but you needed more. With a lusty sigh, her lips parted, and your tongue slipped into her mouth, finally answering your question about how her kisses would taste.

They tasted like you’d never get enough of her, like falling down that hill was the best thing you could’ve done, like you hated yourself for waiting so long to make your move.

She was all you’d been craving for weeks, and the feeling of her hands, finally bare, trailing over your hips, one cupping your ass, while the other traveled up your back to pull you flush against her was almost too much.

And still you craved more.

“I’m so sorry. I just…I need you,” you panted out, as your fingers fought with Sister’s armor. “Need to feel you.” Sister was torn between helping you get her out of her armor, and getting her hands on every inch of you.

“Kriff,” she swore, as she reluctantly released you to shed her armor in record time. The pieces scattered unceremoniously on the floor.

You were on her instantly. Your fingers gripped the waistband of her blacks and began working them off of her hips and over her muscular thighs, which you couldn’t resist biting. The most obscene sound left you, muffled only by her flesh.

She tugged her top off, and reached down to cup the back of your head. You looked up at her, clenching around nothing at her bright brown eyes, pupils blown wide with lust.

Without breaking eye contact, you trailed your tongue up her thigh, one hand slid up the back of one of her legs to her ass. You kneaded the firm flesh, as your breath fanned over her cunt.

“Lie down, mesh’la,” you said, your voice soft and needy.

Sister pulled away from you to grab her sleeping bag and bring it close to yours, and you took the opportunity to retrieve your vibrator.

“But your fever,” she countered even as she laid out on the sleeping bag. Knees bent, feet planted, thighs parted to present herself to you.

“Fuck my fever. You look. So. Delicious,” you whined, irritated that you were wound too tightly to savor her.

You really hoped Dice and Torch didn’t waltz into your tent because they would get a nice view of your vibrator sliding through your folds, as you buried your face in Sister’s pussy.

You swirled your tongue around her entrance gathering her taste on your tongue, before you worked up to her clit. Your free hand held the outside of her thigh, fingers digging into the muscle, as you licked and sucked at her cunt like you’d been dying to do for weeks.

Sister was on cloud nine, looking down to meet your heavy lidded gaze between her thighs was the most beautiful sight. Her hips bucked against your face, as you drove her closer and closer to her climax. She reached down to gently rub her fingertips against your scalp. The quiet buzz of your vibrator and the slight movements of your arm made her eager to come, so she could see your pleasure up close.

“Cyar’ika,” she groaned. “Need to taste you. Want you to ride my face.”

You mewled against her, as you worked the vibrator against your clit faster. It felt so good, but it wasn’t getting you there like it normally did. “Sister, please,” you begged desperately. “Need to make you cum first.”

Sister tumbled into the abyss of pleasure, whimpering your name, as you licked her through her orgasm. Her thighs were still shaking when she looked down to see your lips shining with her juices, and she nearly came again at the sight.

“So fucking pretty,” she sighed, her tone intimate and inviting. “Let me taste you. Wanna see how wet you are.”

She didn’t need to ask you twice. You switched off the vibrator and set it to the side before kissing and biting your way up her body. Your teeth left marks on her thighs and hips, your tongue trailed languidly over the planes of her stomach, and you sucked and licked at her nipples.

She writhed beneath you, running her hands over your body as you brought the object of her desire closer and closer. “Sorry, mesh’la,” she panted, sitting up and sliding her hands beneath you to grip your thighs and haul you up to her face. “Sit.”

On a normal night, hearing that from her would have been enough, but with the aphrodisiac still running rampant through your body you could only obey and lower your cunt to her lips.

She flattened her tongue to lick from your entrance to your clit, and you rolled your hips, as you cried out. Waves of pleasure washed over you with every movement of her tongue, and you buried your fingers in her thick curls and rode her face like you’d die if your hips ceased their movement.

Sister moaned into your pussy, as she devoured you like her last meal. One of her hands dug into your thigh to keep you close, while the other reached up to pinch and roll your nipple between her dexterous fingers.

“Sister!” You nearly screamed, as your back arched, and your body shook with the force of your orgasm.

The intensity whited out your vision for a moment, but Sister didn’t stop. She maneuvered you onto your back, and pressed two fingers inside your fluttering walls, crooking her fingers to find that sensitive place inside you.

“Too much,” you whimpered, even as your hips bucked against her hand.

“One more, cyar’ika,” she begged, her free hand moving between her legs to bring herself to another orgasm while she pulled yours out of you. “For me? Let me feel your perfect cunt around my fingers.” “Anything,” you answered breathlessly. “Anything and everything for you.”

“You’re always so good for me,” she purred, leaning down to capture one of your stiff peaks between her teeth gently before soothing over it with her tongue.

Your second climax hit you harder than your first. Your pleasure wrapped around you, and gripped you tightly before slowly releasing you. You collapsed beneath Sister, whose second orgasm followed closely on the heels of yours.

She leaned down to take your lips, as she worked through it. Her lips moved against yours with a hunger only you could understand, and only you could satisfy. She lay next to you, chest heaving, as she gasped for breath.

“How are you feeling?” She asked between gulps of air.

“Better, but-” you hesitated, but you couldn’t keep the words in your mouth. “I think I want…think I need more.”

“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” She asked moving over you again, and slotting her thigh between your legs, pressing it firmly against your core.

“For you? Always.” You replied, as you reached up to pull her down for another kiss.

It would be another 2 hours before the aphrodisiac was fully out of your systems, but after a nap curled around each other, you both decided to enjoy one another again just to be sure.

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