#niner x reader

[rare-clone-fic-exchange]

Safe & Sound

Pairing: Niner Skirata x Reader (GN)

Giftee: @lucifidious From: @523rdrebel

Rating: SFW

Word Count: 2,033

Warnings: Descriptions of battle, explosions, hurt/comfort, mild descriptions of injury and blood, Kissing and some suggestive language.

Summary: You're stubborn and self sufficient but when you get injured Niner insists on making sure you're taken care of properly. Over a series of dangerous missions, you and Niner become closer hitting a breaking point when you defy direct orders to save him.

You wince as pain shoots up your leg, you suck in a pained breath as you step quickly but gingerly towards your quarters. You were sure you’d been successful at avoiding the eyes of your squad mates and hiding your pained hobble when you entered your quarters.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Kriff. “Sir– Did you need something?”

Niner takes a few long strides towards you, standing before you with a disapproving look in his eyes. He glances pointedly at your injured side.

You huff, “I’m fine.”

He reaches down and presses a hand into your side. You fail to bite back a yelp as sharp pain shoots down your side. Niner crosses his arms and stares at you, expression deadpan, “Yes. You’re completely fine. My mistake.” He holds your gaze, waiting for you to break but you’re too determined and stubborn to be reasonable right now. He growls out a low, “Sit.”

You cross your arms over your chest, feeling audacious and petulant, “Is that an order, sir?”

“That depends on you. And I assure you it will be better for you if it isn’t.”

You sit on the edge of your bed, taking the hit to your pride with all the elegance of a pouting child, and you groan as the sharp, shooting pain is renewed.

“Niner…” You try to placate his worry but the words sound unconvincing even to yourself, “It’s not that bad. A little bacta, a little rest, and I’ll be right as rain. There’s no need to make a fuss.”

He kneels down, gently adjusting your position to get a better view of the injury. He pauses a moment. “You got a problem with asking for help, burc'ya?”

“–I can handle it.”

“I don’t doubt you can manage, stubborn thing that you are, but the point is that you don’t have to.” When you’re silent once again, he continues, “You have two choices: You can allow me to take a look at this and patch you up right now or I can call Fi in here to sedate you and take you over to the Med-station.”

You mumble a few curses under your breath, but you shake your head, “Fine.”

Niner nods and assists you in removing sections of your armor, revealing the impressive gash that had been a result of one unfortunately close explosion. Heavy bits of shrapnel had pinned and crushed your plasteel shin plates through your under suit and into your thigh. The wound had only deepened as it was left untreated through the remainder of the mission.

He proceeds to gently clean the wound, apply the bacta and wrap the wound firmly. All the while he gives you the silent treatment, his brows furrowed and there is a tense weight hovering over you both.

You wait with bated breath for the reprimand you are certain is coming. You’re a liability. You’re stubborn. You lack trust in your squad. If you had just been honest, it wouldn’t have gotten this bad. If you had just paid more attention to your surroundings, you wouldn’t have gotten injured in the first place. You left yourself vulnerable. 

But the reprimand never comes. Niner finishes patching you up, then sighs and you could swear you heard him whisper your name ever so softly. He stands up to hover over you, eyes darting over your face, seemingly searching for something.

“In the future, when you are injured I expect you to be honest. Report to me or Fi immediately for medical care. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You are not made less because you need help. You are part of this squad– You’re no use to me dead. Speak up next time.” With that, Niner exits your quarters, leaving you with a peculiar feeling of warmth and questions you dared not ask.

The Separatist base shook with another explosion, this one much closer than the last, and debris flew down the corridor behind you. You raced after Darman and Atin with the others, everyone limping, bruised and battered from one too many close calls, but were spurred on by the imminent destruction of the Separatist base.

“Now that you’re done rearranging the architecture, Darman– Give me a sitrep.”

“Got some heat on our shebs, but we’re upright and breathing, Sarge.” 

“Get to the extraction point–” the next words were cut out with static, “we’re done here.”

“On our way, sir.”

The squad moves in tandem, eyes darting in every direction and blaster bolts flying to take out the pursuing droid forces. The terrain is rocky, cliffs high on either side dropping loose rocks over your heads. Once both teams neared the extraction point, a clearing surrounded by various rock formations, the droids redoubled their efforts, pulling out higher grade explosives and plasma rockets. Blaster bolts fly in all directions and explosions litter the area behind you, “Things are getting shaky, Sarge!” You shout over comms as you run.

Niner’s voice crackles back in response, “Double-time it, then! Get your shebs to the extraction point!”

Soon after, Niner and the rest of the squad come into view guarding the perimeter, he motions to you directing everyone past him. “Go! I’m right behind you!”

You run, glancing quickly behind you watching as Niner goes to follow after you. Just then a sniper-droid’s shot lands, piercing into a weak point in his armor and causing him to double over. You stop in your tracks and another explosion shakes the ground, followed by the cracking, crumbling sound of falling rocks. You don’t hesitate, ignoring Niner’s order to run, instead you engage the energy shield on your vambrace to its highest setting and run, tackling Niner to the ground, pushing him out of the path of the falling rocks. It works, to a point. You are both out of the direct path of the rocks and don’t get hit directly, but land in a small depression in the ground. The rocks collapse all around you, closing in over top of you leaving little room, and little air. The only thing keeping you from being crushed, is your energy shield. You know it isn’t designed to withstand this level of weight and pressure, so it won’t last forever. You hold your position, angled over Niner, with your arm positioned above you, shield active, with the pressure of tons of rock slowly crushing you. 

 “I told you to run.”

“That was before you got shot and nearly flattened by rocks. You’re welcome, by the way.”

“You disobeyed a direct order.”

“Mission parameters changed. Happens all the time.”

“It was reckless and stupid. You and the rest of the squad would be off planet right now if you’d followed orders.”

“You really think we would’ve left here without you?” You pause, the shock of realization running through you, “Oh– You do. Niner–Sir, our squad is nothing without you. At least, I know I wouldn't be here if it weren’t for you.”

“Heh– You’ve always been too hard on yourself. I’m not the reason you’ve come this far. That’s all you. But if we get out of this– Follow my kriffing orders.”

“Yes, sir…" You roll your eyes and sigh, "Now you should rest, we don’t know how long we’ll be in here and I’d rather not die by suffocation.”

The medbay is bright white and sterile, with constant sounds of monitors beeping, medical droids speaking in their robotic tones, and GAR Medics attending to their myriad of patients. You were laid up in your medical bed, forced to submit to periodical scannings and medical applications as you recovered from your mission. Niner had been cleared only a few days prior, as you had taken the brunt of the damage holding up the crushing weight of rocks that closed you and Niner in. You did not remember how long you’d been stuck there, only the blinding light as your Squad dug you from the rubble and the blessed bliss of darkness as you finally succumbed to exhaustion.

“You’re actually in the Medbay, and I didn’t even have to threaten to sedate you.” Niner leaned against the wall across from your bed, offering you a slight smirk.

You huffed a laugh followed by a wince at the sharp pain it caused, “What can I say, you’re pretty convincing when I’m exhausted and can’t think straight.”

“So getting you exhausted is the key to getting you to actually take care of yourself?” He chuckled, a warm, low rumble that you never tired of hearing.

Your eyes widen and you choke out, “That’s certainly one way…”

A few moments of silence followed, an interesting electric tension hovering between you, and Niner crosses the room to pull up a stool and sit next to your bed. His face softens in a way you’ve rarely seen as he speaks, “You scared me for a while. I wasn’t sure you’d make it–”

“I did make it though. Besides, you would’ve been fine without me.”

“No.” He shakes his head and looks down at the floor, “No I don’t think I would be.”

“I don’t– Niner, I don’t understand.” There was another tense moment before he responds.

“I’ve lost a lot of people, a lot of brothers, and I don’t think I could handle losing you, too.”

“Niner– You didn’t lose me. I’m right here.”

“I–I know. So I need you to promise you’ll be more careful, since I can’t count on you to follow orders.” He glances back up at you, a light playful smile on his lips.

You couldn’t help but smile in return, “The situation changed, Niner!” You sigh, he was right, as much as you hated to admit it, “But I will try to be more careful. Promise.”

“See that you do. Rest up. I need you out there.”

He stands up and makes his way to leave but hesitates and turns to regard you once more. He opens his mouth but seems to think better of it, nods, and leaves the medbay.

You made your way to Niner’s quarters, data pad in hand with proof of your medical clearance to return to duty. You stand at attention at the door waiting for the sensor to approve your entrance, clenching and unclenching your hands against the unexpected nerves you feel. It’s Niner! You shouldn’t be nervous. What was wrong with you?

The door opens with a ‘chk’ and you step inside, “Sir?” You wait for Niner to nod before continuing, “I've recovered and I've been cleared for duty.”

He shakes his head– was that disappointment on his face?- “Hmm. I’m not sure I’m ready to let you back out there yet.”

Your brow furrows in confusion and you resist shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other, “Niner– Here’s my medical report. I’ve been cleared.” You hold out the data pad to him.

He approaches to stand very close, intimately close, takes the data pad from your hand and places it on his desk without more than a glance. “If you’re going back out there then we need to set something straight.” His hand comes up, grabbing your chin between his thumb and forefinger, and tilts your face up.

You suck in a breath, holding it in heated anticipation. Your reply is breathy, “Oh, such as?”

He closes his eyes, as if savoring the moment, “I need you to tell me not to kiss you.” 

“What?”

His voice is low, and the gruff rumble hits you in a wave that leaves you shaky, “I've wanted to kiss you since you came barreling into my life. Problem is, if I do, I don't think I'll be able to stop.”

You sigh, leaning into the touch of his hands, one now on your waist, the other still holding your chin firmly in place, “And what if I want you to kiss me?”

The smirk on his face gave you all the answer you needed, “Then who am I to refuse?”

He leans in and captures your mouth with his own, it’s a hungry, needy kiss and your body responds before you can think. You sigh as he pulls you closer, flush against him, and deepens the kiss. You now understand why he hesitated, because now that he was kissing you, finally, desperately kissing you, you never wanted him to stop.

[vodika-vibes]

Can i ask for Niner? Maybe it's a romantic night where the reader and Niner decide to start a family. Take it to places as you wish.

Family Discussions

Summary: After a perfect date, Niner finally tells you what's been on his mind.

Pairing: Niner Skirata x F!Reader

Word Count: 1117

Warnings: Discussions of a family planning sort

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I'm sorry that this took so long. I think this has been sitting in my inbox since Christmas, but I was so sick, and it took me a while to get back into the swing of things after I recovered. Not an excuse, just an explanation. I hope this is close to what you wanted though.

Niner really did plan the perfect day for the pair of you. 

From breakfast in bed (waffles and bacon and eggs with fresh squeezed juice…and you didn’t even know you had fresh fruit-) to the morning spent at your favorite museum, and then lunch at a restaurant you’re both fond of, and the afternoon spent at the botanical gardens (though you were more lost in him then in the pretty plants).

And now here you are, back at home, with sore legs and aching feet, and so deliriously happy that you feel like you can burst.

Niner is making dinner for the both of you, even though you said that you could do it, so you’re sitting at the kitchen table, with your head resting on the palms of your hands, as you watch him with an expression so love struck that Niner’s ears are turning red.

He laughs and glances at you, “Cyare, if you keep staring at me like that I’m going to make a mistake, and then all of the testing I did on my brothers will be for nothing.”

“I’m not looking at you in any special way.” You counter, “This is how I always look at you. From the day that we met.”

“Hm, you mean the day that I spilled paint on you and you spent a whole fifteen minutes cursing at me?” Niner asks as he shoots you an amused look.

“I don’t recall that,” You sniff, “Couldn’t have been me, must have been my evil twin.”

“Oh, naturally,” Niner turns back to the dinner, “Funny, we’ve been dating for almost two years now, and this is the first I’ve heard of an evil twin. She must have slipped your mind.” He teases.

“Mm, she’s very shameful. You know, throwing orphans in trees and burning down pet stores-”

Niner’s head falls back as he bursts out laughing, “Throwing orphans into trees?”

You grin at his back, pleased that you made him laugh like that, “Yeah. Totally.”

He glances at you with a grin, and then glances at the food. Once he’s sure that the meal isn’t going to burn, he turns the heat down and turns to look at you fully, “Come here, cyare.”

Immediately you get to your feet and hurry to his side, your arms sliding around his waist as soon as you’re close enough. Niner grins at you and sets his hands on your shoulders, though one of his hands almost immediately slides back into your hair.

“Did you have a nice day, cyare?”

“I had a great day.” You correct as you lean into his body and press your face against his chest, “It was perfect, thank you for planning it.”

“Well, I had some help from Kal’buir, but you’re welcome.” Niner kisses the top of your head, and he falls silent for a moment, “Cyare,” he says softly, “I’ve been thinking-”

You pull back slightly so you’re able to look at his face. Niner looks nervous, which is unusual for him. “What about?”

“About you…and me. And Us.”

“Oh. Good things I hope?”

He laughs, and his hand leaves your shoulder to brush your cheek, “Amazing things.” He reassures, “You’re perfect. You know that?”

You preen under his praise, “I am pretty amazing.”

“You are,” Niner agrees, “Soft, and warm and so kriffing amazing-” He trails kisses down the side of your face, momentarily distracted from what he was trying to say.

You giggle, and slide your hands up to his face, “As much as I love the praise, darling, you were trying to say something.”

He blinks at you, “Oh. Right. Hold on, I need to go get something-”

Niner carefully releases you, and hurries into the other room, and you shake your head as you check on the food.

He bursts back into the room and presses something into your hand, “Here! Tell me what you think?”

You take the datapad and look at the screen for a moment, a curious frown crossing your face, “Hold on, what am I-...” You trail off as you zoom in, “Is this a house plan?”

“Yeah? I designed it, and my brothers are helping me build it-” He says nervously, “There will be a garden, for you to plant your flowers, and a sun room for your succulents, and four bedrooms, so there will be room enough for us to have kids-”

“Niner,” You gently interrupt him, “I’m getting the feeling that today was part of a plan to butter me up for something. Just tell me, please?”

He nervously rubs the back of his neck, “I want to have a family with you.” Niner pauses and then flashes a wry smile and corrects himself, “I want to start a family with you, but this apartment is too small for a family-”

“Niner.”

“I love you.” He says, “More than I ever thought I would love anyone. And I know I can’t marry you, though you deserve a wedding and a ring and whatever else that people have at weddings, but I can’t give you that. But I can give you kids and a home, if you’ll accept them.”

You gaze at him thoughtfully, “I would like to be moved in, properly, before I go and have my implant removed. Moving while pregnant sounds awful.”

“Wait, you-”

You smile at him, warm and soft and loving, “There was never any chance that I was going to say no, Niner. I love you just as much as you love me, and I’ve been thinking about having a family of our own too.”

You carefully set the datapad down on the table, and then cross the room to slide your arms around his waist again, and he grins at you, “Kal’buir said that you would, but it felt wrong to assume.” Niner says, “We already have the land, we just need to start actually building.”

You reach up and press a single finger against his lips, “How about,” You offer, “We worry about the future tomorrow, and tonight we just worry about being together.”

Niner’s hands come up to cup your face, “I’d marry you in a heartbeat if I could.”

“And I’d say yes if the offer was made,” You reply, “I’m sure Kal can come up with a solution for us. Later.”

He laughs and kisses you deeply, “Point made, cyare. I’ll worry about that in the morning.” He kisses you again and again, “Dinner, and then dancing, and then I’m going to spend all night showing you just how much I love you.”

“Stars, I’m not going to be able to do anything tomorrow,” You mumble against his lips.

Niner grins, “That’s the plan, sweetheart.”

[happeehippie]

living the dream

summary: the niners have just won the super bowl and nick celebrates with his family.

a/n: sorry this is kind of short.

Nick has been working so hard this season to get to this moment and in 54 seconds, he’s going to be crowned a Super Bowl champ. The butterflies in your stomach were going crazy and all you could focus on were Nick and your sweet babies. Ava and Jax are on the edge of their seats, you’ve never seen them so excited.

“Mommy, the game is almost over they’re going to win!” Ava shouts at you over all the noise. You reach down and pick her up so she can get a clear view of the field.

“I know hunny! Dad is going to be a Champ just like we talked about.”

three..

two..

one..

The red, gold, and black confetti burst into the stadium as everyone erupted into cheers. Looking onto the field you see Nick fall to his knees with his head in his hands. You know he’s overwhelmed with emotion right now, this is all he’s ever wanted. You gather the kids as you make your way down to congratulate him. The second he was within reach you had your arms around him, he clung to you as he tried to calm himself down.

You pulled back slightly to see his face.

“Congratualtions baby!” You smiled and then lean into kiss him.

“I love you so much.” He whispers in your ear before being interrupted.

“Daddy that was totally awesome!” Ava yells while going in for a hug. Nick grabs her up and throws her up on his shoulders. Ava was four and a huge football fan so seeing the excitement on her face was the greatest feeling. Jax is a little quieter but he does run up and wrap himself around Nicks legs.

“Hey buddy, what did you think of the game?” Nick smiles down at him.

“Was so fun!” He grins not letting go of his dad.

We were interrupted by the camera man walking up to Nick for an interview.

“Nick how does it feel to finally be a super bowl champ?” the reporter asks.

“It feels great. Obviously.”

“Did you think coming into today that this would be the outcome?”

“I mean you never know what’s going to happen, but I certainly wanted it to be.” He answers

“What would you say has gotten you to this moment?”

“The hard work and dedication of my team, we’ve all worked so hard to get to this moment and the love and support of my family. My lovely lady. I couldn’t do it without her.” He smiles over you before Ava leans into the mic.

“My dad is a champ!” She yells as everyone laughs. You can’t remember another moment where you felt this happy. Seeing the love of your life accomplish his dream, and seeing the smiles on Ava and Jax. Later that night you and Nick decided that it was okay if this never happened again, because getting to experience it once was enough for you. But that didn’t mean that Nick wasn’t hungry for another ring and toy couldn’t wait to be there if it happened.

[bad268]

i am recently becoming obsessed with brock purdy he’s just so cute and i have a request maybe f!reader comforting her boyfriend brock after the loss of the super bowl

Next Year (Brock Purdy X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/NFL

Requested: Clearly (thrown together quickly bc if i didn't it wouldn't be out til April lol)

Warnings: none

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 431

Summary: Post-game flights

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

It was not his fault. The team played well, and Brock was on top of it. Sure, he had a couple of stumbles, but he was under a lot of pressure, you knew that. It was his first Super Bowl against the modern-day Tom Brady. It was going to be hard, and you told him that. You knew it was going to be difficult because it seemed like everything was stacked against the Niners.

As soon as it went into overtime, you knew it was over. The team did not know the rules of overtime, and they kept the ball. Even as a viewer, you knew that was not the move. Let alone when Patrick Maholmes and Travis Kelce started celebrating on the sideline after the flip. 

And when you got back to the hotel, the only thing you could do was hug him. You two hid away in the hotel that you would have to leave in the morning. The last thing he wanted to do was face the world or look at the things people were saying online.

You watched movies and ordered room service, you answered the door instead of him. You gave him a back massage and before you knew it, it was check-out time. When you got to the airport, you held Brock’s hand and split off from the rest of the team. 

“Where are we going?” He asked, watching his team head toward the private jet while you and he started walking towards the public departures entrance. “The private jet is the other way.”

“We’re not going back to San Fransisco yet,” You replied simply, showing him the email confirmation of the new flights. You walked through the doors and up to a confirmation kiosk as Brock read through the email.

“We’re going to Miami? Why? What’s in Miami?” He asked quickly.

“Slow down,” You chuckled, taking your phone back as you finished checking you both in for your flight. “We’re not staying in Miami. It’s just for the night. We’ll be taking another flight tomorrow.”

“Where are we going after that?” Brock asked as you walked through the airport towards security. You had the pre-TSA check, so you did not have to wait in the long line. 

“Somewhere you won't need to worry about,” You replied ominously. You were not going to tell him anything. “This is your chance to relax. So let me handle all of the stressful stuff for now, and you focus on getting yourself back in the mindset of a Super Bowl champion because you’re getting that ring next year.”

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[notsopersonalcharlie]

football star!bucky x reader and when his team is in the super bowl (obv with qb and team captain steve) you can’t do your normal half time ritual where you go down and meet him outside the locker room and when they lose the whole team trickles out dejected and they all mutter to you that they wish the venue had let you do your ritual because it was good luck and they could have won

edit: i literally wrote it the next day

[kaminocasey]

In the Moonlight

Summary: You accidentally let it slip you "Used to" have feelings for Niner. Your partner Fi doesn't seem so bothered by it.

Pairing: Niner x Reader x Fi (Clones from Omega Squad in the Republic Commando Series)

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; SMUT, Angst, drinking, threesome (mfm) (no clonecest), unprotected p in v (wrap it up, friends), oral (f and m receiving)

WC: 3.8K

A/N: My love for Omega Squad is unreal. Seriously. These books are incredible. Listened to the song "Moonlight" by Kali Uchis while writing it. ALSO: I HAVEN'T FINISHED BOOK 3 TRUE COLORS YET, so no spoilers lmao. I've just been working on this since I read Hard Contact lmao. I realize that not a lot of people aren’t gonna know the Republic Commando boys and that's okay, I just strongly urge you to read them bc they're literally SO good.

“Cyar’ika… Please come back.” Niner’s deep voice is behind you, following you out of 79s.

Your chest tightens at the term of endearment, but you ignore him, knowing that if you look at him… at those big brown eyes… you’ll end up cracking… and breaking… You should’ve known better than to get drunk with Niner… that’s on you.

“Get back here now.” He practically commands you.

“Or what?” You spit back, continuing to walk away. 

You definitely weren’t expecting his fingers around your wrist. And you definitely weren’t expecting him to spin you around and pull you against his chest, only to gently grab your chin to look up at him. It’s too close… It’s too intimate… It’s too much. The flutter in your stomach is too much.

“You really don’t like to listen, do you?” He muses.

You shrug, jerking your chin away from his strong fingers. “Let go of me.”

It’s a warning. With a sigh, he releases you. 

“I wish you’d just talk to me…” He murmurs. 

You couldn’t talk to him… Not when you felt like this. Not when he feels like this. You start to walk away again, not wanting to stick around to talk. 

“You need to tell Fi.” He calls out. 

Like hell you did. “Kiss my ass, sarge.” 

When you get in the cab, you head back to the barracks, knowing you’re definitely not going to be able to sleep now. 

You’d drunkenly, and stupidly you might add, told Niner that you’d wanted him first… when you first became a pilot. He was who you wanted. But he was distant and weary of you, so you eventually just let it go. You let him go. Or so you thought…

Fi had taken an instant interest in you, always flirting and teasing. How could you say no? You fell pretty quick for Fi. But there was always that little tiny part in the back of your head that just couldn’t let Niner go. 

“You’re back.” Fi looks up from his bunk, delighted, the blue glow of his datapad lighting up his handsome face. “Did you and Sarge have a good time?”

You wordlessly crawl over him in between him and the wall, snuggling into his side. “Too tired…”

He chuckles, placing a soft, sweet kiss to your forehead. “Well, we can talk about it in the morning.”

“Don’t want to.” You accidentally let slip out. 

You dummy… Why couldn’t you have just said goodnight?

“What? Why?” He tosses his datapad to the end of the bunk and looks down at you. “Did something happen?”

You hear the door open and Fi turns his head, finding Niner strolling in. He must’ve gotten a cab right after you. You try to look away, but Fi catches on.

You’re grateful right then that Darman and Atin are gone, doing who knows what for the night.

“What happened?” Fi asks Niner.

“Did you tell him?” Niner asks, thinking that the answer is going to be yes.

“No.” You groan, hiding your face behind your hands.

“I used to like you, you know.” You chuckle.

Niner’s eyebrows raise up. “Did you?”

“I did.” You nod. 

“But Fi-”

“Before Fi… it was you.” You murmur, taking a sip of your drink. 

“I had an inkling.” He apologizes in a way.

“Oh. Great.” You shrug.

“Why didn’t you say-”

“Because I thought you didn’t approve of me… I was a pilot and not a clone and you weren’t the most warm person…”

“Fi was.”

You nod. Fi was the most warm. Still is.

“I’m sorry… if I could-” He murmurs.

“Don’t…” You whisper, shaking your head, unable to look at him. 

“If I could, I would do something about it.” He continues anyway.

You look at him now. “Like get rid of me?”

He smiles, softly. “Like tell you that I love you, too.” 

You nearly drop your drink, confused. Love? Why would he say this now, knowing that your heart lies with Fi… with his vode? 

Angrily, you get up and start toward the door, leaving the bar. Walking away from him… 

Fi looks between you and Niner, eyes begging for someone to tell him what’s going on. How are you supposed to tell the love of your life that you were in love with his brother before him? What if he thinks that you only chose him as a backup when that’s not what happened at all? What if he doesn’t look at you the same way again? Are you prepared to lose Fi? The answer is no. But the look on his face is so heartbreaking that you know that you just can’t lie to him.

“I…” You start, quietly, sitting up on the edge of the bunk, looking up at Fi. 

Why would Niner do this to you? Why would he put you in this position?

Because he loves you and he knows that you still love him… 

Fi kneels down beside you, looking at you, softly. “Cyar’ika… you know you can tell me anything.” 

“I know…” You nod, trying to breathe. 

Fi hands you a canteen with water in it and you take a sip and then a large gulp, just trying to figure out what to say. Honestly, the moment is incredibly sobering.

You sit the canteen down on the floor and look at Niner, who’s sitting in his bunk across from Fi’s. “Before I fell in love with you… I was in love with Niner…”

Fi lets a chuckle slip and you look up at him with furrowed brows. “I already know this. The whole squad knows this.” 

Well, that’s embarrassing.

“A part of me… still does.” You murmur. “Love him, that is… And he loves me too…”

“Is that what this is about? You scared me… I thought something serious happened.” Fi kisses you on the forehead and sits next to you. 

“You’re not angry?” You ask him, confused.

“Of course not.” He rests an arm around your shoulders, pulling you to him and then looking up at Niner. “I’m honestly surprised it took you this long to tell her, Sarge.”

“I don’t understand…” You pull away to look at him. 

“You still love me, right?” Fi smiles.

“Of course.” You nod. “More than anything.”

“And you love Sarge, here, too.” Fi’s smile doesn’t falter even a little bit.

This is the most confusing night of your life. 

“Right…” You murmur, looking over at Niner and find that he’s actually smiling at you.

Your chest tightens at the sight.

“So… we share you…?” Fi suggests, looking between you and Niner.

Your eyes return to your partner. 

“You’d really be okay with that?” You ask him.

“We’re vode… we’ve probably shared worse.” Fi chuckles.

That’s both somehow endearing and gross. 

“There’s no probably about it. We definitely have.” Niner chuckles.

Fi smirks and then looks at you again. “If that’s something you want, then I’m alright with it. All I want is for you to be happy, cyar’ika.” 

Fi would do anything for you. There’s no question about it. He’s absolutely the love of your life. Your whole world. But it still felt like something was missing. 

You suppose that something is Niner.

Squeezing Fi’s hand, you lean over and kiss him. He smiles sweetly when you pull away and then looks over at Niner. 

“Well, what do you say, Sarge?” He asks.

“I’m grateful to even be in your presence.” Niner smiles brightly at you and your chest tightens again. 

Fi nods for Niner to go to you and when your sergeant slides off his bunk, settling between your legs, your breath hitches in your throat. 

“Is… this okay?” Niner murmurs.

When you nod, he slides his warm calloused hands over your bare thighs, your dress sliding up slightly. Niner takes notice and looks like he’s really holding back. Looking over at Fi one more time for a confirmation that he’s truly okay with this, you hold yourself back from touching the man on his knees in front of you.

“Go on, cyare. It’s alright.” He lets you go and leans against the bunk post to watch you with nonjudgmental eyes. 

You turn back toward your sergeant and smile down at him as you slowly cup his face, memorizing each detail and scar to memory. The way that his eyes follow yours until they settle on your lips. He waits for you to lean in, something completely unlike Niner, who usually is a first move kind of guy. 

His hands never leave your thighs as you lean in slowly, brushing your lips against his, making his eyes flutter shut. He lets out the softest sigh, and it’s clear to you that he really and truly wants this. He wants you. 

Your hands slide into his hair, tugging ever so slightly, enough to make him moan. Unable to help but smirk against his lips, you tug again and his grip on your thighs tightens. 

“Careful, mesh’la.” Niner warns you, opening his eyes to slide his hands up to your hips. 

Letting out a soft laugh, you look back over at Fi who’s smiling kindly at you. There really is no jealousy inside of him, is there? How could one person be so kind and loving? 

You reach over for Fi’s black shirt, grabbing the fabric and pulling him to you so that he crushes his lips against, his hands automatically finding your hair and pulling your face closer. 

When you feel Niner’s lips on your neck, you melt instantly, groaning against Fi’s mouth. How is this real? How could you be this lucky? 

Niner’s mouth travels down quickly to your lap. “Lay back, sweetheart.” 

Fi guides you down to the bed but you can’t help but want to watch what Niner’s about to do to you, so you prop yourself up on your elbows, making eye contact with you. He grins immediately, taking his shirt off. 

“Truly not good at listening.” Niner playfully shakes his head.

You guide him back to you with your foot. “You already knew this, Sarge.”

“You have no fucking idea what it does to me when you call me ‘sarge’.” He groans.

“Ew. I call you ‘sarge’.” Fi teases.

Niner shoots Fi a silencing look and then pulls your underwear down, tossing them to the floor and then pushes your dress up. You’re eternally grateful that Darman is with Etain and Atin is with Laseema right then.  

“Take her dress off, Fi.” Niner commands him. 

Fi listens and helps you out of your dress, slipping it over your body and then dropping it to the floor. Niner groans softly at the sight of you and an instant boost of confidence washes over you so you sit up and pull Niner in for a kiss. 

“Pretty girl.” Niner whispers against your lips. 

With a soft whimper against his lips, you run your hands through his hair, pulling him as close as possible. 

“Already fucking addicted to your taste.” He groans.

“Wait til you taste her pussy.” You could hear Fi’s smirk as he talks. 

You look back at him and laugh. Fi sits up to kiss you again and Niner palms your breasts, squeezing and groping you in all the right places, making you whine with need. 

“I think I will.” Niner pulls your lower half down to his mouth and kisses your inner thigh, making you gasp into Fi’s mouth. 

You feel Niner’s warm breath flutter over your already wet warmth, knowing that this man could only be perfect at eating pussy. You still can’t fully comprehend how you got here, in between the two men you love. 

“You alright, cyar’ika?” Niner checks in before going further. 

“Perfect.” You pull away from Fi to promise him, smiling. 

He licks a warm wet stripe up your folds and your hand automatically flies to Niner’s hair again as you groan loudly. He chuckles softly and you glance down at him. 

“Don’t you laugh at me.” You huff, breathlessly.

“Not laughing at you, sweetheart. I’m laughing because Fi was right.” He squeezes your thighs on either side of his head. “You taste fucking incredible.”

“I’m always right, actually.” Fi grins widely at you and you grip his shirt as Niner licks into your desperate cunt, building up your orgasm, already threatening to send you over the edge. 

You’ve waited so long for this. You need it to last longer.

“Niner… stop. I’m gonna cum…” You whimper, trying to pull away.

Niner looks up at Fi, confused. “She normally want you to stop so she doesn’t cum?” 

Fi shakes his head, just as confused as Niner is. 

“What’s wrong, cyare?” Fi, brushes his lips against your bare shoulder.

You’re shaking slightly from the nerves of it all. “Nothing… I just… I want to cum a certain way with you, Niner…” 

“Oh, sweetheart.” Niner brushes his fingers gently across your cheek, smiling up at you. “Lead the way.”

You pull him up on the bed with you and Fi and Fi moves to the end of the bed to give you and Niner a little space, clearly happy to watch. You guide Niner down onto his back, his head hitting your pillow. His eyes flutter shut as he breathes in.

“I guess now it’s my turn to ask if you’re okay?” You tease, straddling his lap and running your fingers down his bare chest. 

His hands find your bare hips, digging into your soft flesh. “I’m great. Your pillow just smells like you and it really hit me.” 

Maker, he’s so sweet when he wants to be. You lean down and kiss him again, both of you moaning softly against each other. He reaches around you and pulls his hardened length out of his pants, and you can’t help but sneak a look, raising your eyebrows at the sheer girth of him. You’d expect nothing less from Niner. 

“Fuck…” You whisper and then look back at his face.

“You sure you wanna be on top, baby?” He teases.

“I’m already here.” You shrug, making him and Fi laugh. 

“My girl doesn’t back down from a challenge.” Fi grins proudly at you.

You lift up slightly and then start to line your entrance up with Niner’s cock. You spit in your hand and then give his large cock a few pumps, getting his length wet enough. He groans loudly, gripping your hips so roughly you’re sure you’re gonna bruise. But you can’t bring yourself to care, you want to be reminded of tonight. What if they wake up tomorrow and realize that they don’t want to share? What if this is just in the heat of a horny moment? 

You attempt to get out of your head by sinking down on Niner’s cock, and both of you gasp so sharply that you can only look at each other. Niner closes the distance and pulls you down onto him and you can’t help but clench around him already. 

“Fuck…” You both murmur. 

“Fi…” You whisper, holding your hand out for him to come back. 

“I’m right here, baby.” Fi smiles, coming back and kissing your neck. “You good?” 

You can only nod your head, words failing. How do you explain just how good your partner’s brother’s cock feels? You just can’t. 

“Words, cyar’ika. Use ‘em.” Niner grits. 

“I’m good…” You whisper. “I’m good.”

“Permission to fuck you now?” Niner asks, looking up at you. 

“Since when… do you… ask for things?” You tease him.

You can see the look in his eyes darken and you gulp. “Move Fi.” 

Fi chuckles. “Oh, cyare. You’re in for it now.” 

“Huh?” You don’t have time to even finish the word because Niner has you flipped over on your back and somehow is able to push even further into you, causing all the air to momentarily leave your lungs. 

“Fuck you feel so good.” Niner buries his face in your neck, breathing you in as he finds your hands, pinning them to the bed by your head.

You wrap your legs around his waist. “Please… Sarge… I need you.” 

“I know, sweetheart. Don’t worry. I’m gonna give it to you.” He pulls away from your neck to look you in the face.

You know he’s just checking on you again but you need him to move or you feel like you may combust. 

“Maker, baby… you’re soaking the sheets.” Fi notices. 

And that’s when Niner starts to pull out, just to push back in and your eyes roll back in your head. You’re absolutely sure you see stars just from that one thrust. 

“Fi, come look at this.” Niner chuckles darkly, thrusting again and again. “Got her to shut up finally. All she needed was her sargeant’s cock. Isn’t that right, baby?” 

You whimper, unable to form a coherent word. Niner and Fi both chuckle again as Niner starts to pick up his thrusting, angling you perfectly so that his cock goes as far as possible into you. You’re not so sure anyone has ever been able to reach as deep into you like this. Not even Fi, as much as you love him. 

“Maker, you are soaked.” Niner pulls your face to look up at him, meeting his eyes. “All for me and Fi, huh?” 

You nod, weakly. 

“That’s right sweetheart. Doing so fucking good.” Niner leans down and kisses you quickly. “Alright, Fi. It’s time for her to cum.” 

Your eyes quickly meet your partner’s eyes and he smiles down at you, proudly. 

“Aye, sarge.” Fi’s fingers find your clit and you gasp and whine, writhing against Niner, making him groan again as you clench tightly around him. 

“You wanna cum on my cock, baby?” Niner kisses your neck as he releases your hands so he can pull back to sit up on his knees, still fully sheathed inside of you. 

“Please…” You murmur, looking at both men with equal need. “Fi- want your cock too… Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely, cyare.” Fi leans down to kiss you before situating himself on his knees near your head so that he can start to press his cock to your lips. 

You relax your jaw and eagerly take his cock as far as he’ll allow you. Fi’s been so gracious this whole time, he deserves more attention. 

“Maker, I love you.” Fi caresses your hair, praising you sweetly. “So perfect for us.”

You hum around his length as you bob your head over his length in time with Niner’s thrusts, which are starting to speed up a bit as Fi continues to rub your clit so perfectly. The warm feeling starts to pool low in your stomach and you can’t help but clench again for Niner. 

“That’s it. She’s so fucking close.” Niner grins down at you. 

“Oh, sweet girl. Are you gonna finish all over our sergeant's cock?” Fi teases you.

You nod around his cock as Niner decides to pick you up slightly so he can slam into you at a more unforgiving pace, the slapping sounds filling the barracks so perfectly, it’s almost deafening, besides both men’s moans and soft grunts.

“Sorry, Fi.” Niner grunts as he pulls you away from Fi’s cock so that he can pull you up into his arms, picking you and slamming you down on his cock so that all you can do is go limp in his arms as he fucks up into you. 

All you can do is whimper and moan, no words able to form, as Niner buries his face in your neck as he unforgivingly pounds into you. 

“Come on, baby. I know you wanna cum like this. Then I can fill this perfect cunt up with my own cum.” Niner grits through his teeth, very clearly trying to hold back so he doesn’t finish before you. “Do you want my cum?” 

You nod with pathetic whines, trying to beg for him. 

“She makes the prettiest sounds, doesn’t she?” Fi’s behind you now, pulling your face toward his so he can swallow your sounds with his kiss and his other arm wraps around you so that his fingers can bring you closer to your finish line.  

“Fuck yeah, she does.” Niner agrees. 

The way they talk about you and Fi rubbing your clit so fucking perfectly is what does it, sending you over your edge, making you throw your head back against Fi’s shoulder. You make eye contact with Niner as you cum all over his cock, coating him with your essence that he finally lets go and fills you up with himself. He groans roughly as he grips your hips tightly and you start to feel the soreness in them as you come down from the absolute sex high. 

When you feel Fi pull away, you feel something trailing down your back and realize that Fi finished when you and Niner did, except it’s all over your bare back and you can’t help but laugh. 

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” Fi murmurs with a chuckle as he cleans you with a wet towel. 

“Don’t be.” You pant slightly, pulling him in for a kiss. 

Niner is still buried inside of you and you’re not really ready to pull away just yet. You think he understands because as soon as Fi runs to the fresher, Niner pulls you in for another passionate kiss and you find yourself just as addicted to his taste as he thinks he is to yours. Resting your foreheads together, you close your eyes. Until he starts to  pull away slightly.

“Don’t pull out.” You whisper. “Please.”

“Alright, I won’t.” Niner promises you as he pulls you down to the bed, still inside of you.

He lays against the wall with you in his arms, making room for Fi to join when he’s done. You suspect that Fi’s giving you a moment of privacy with Niner to talk. 

“So, what now?” You murmur. 

“Well, for what it’s worth, I think we’ve wasted enough time not being together and as long as you’ll have me, I’m not going anywhere.” He murmurs, kissing you again.

You smile against his lips, believing him. “Until your next mission.” 

“Yeah, but you’ll be right there waiting, right?” His calloused fingers brush across your soft cheek.

“Until you come back to me.” You smile.

“Which I promise to keep doing.” He smiles right back.

“Both of us will.” Fi’s soft voice is behind you as he climbs into the bunk with you, resting his hand on your hip and squeezing gently before placing a kiss to your shoulder blade. You kiss both of them once more before drifting off into sleep, thinking about how lucky you are to get to experience this life with both of them. You just hope that their Kal’buir can make good on his promise and find Ko Sai in time so that you can experience a full life with them.

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[fandom-friday]

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[wanderinginksplot]

Gar Cyare Chapter Eleven

The plot thickens in this chapter of my Alpha-17 x fem!reader fic!

Word Count: 5,100 words

Warnings: mentions of setups, minor (and decreasing) cosmic horror vibes, mentions of an amorphous external threat, bureaucratic rudeness.

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Aruetii (Traitor)

“I need your help.”

You wanted to scoff at Pender, wanted to curse and threaten him until he left you alone. Visions of your last time around him danced through your mind - pushed up against a wall, propositioned and ultimately punched in the face. Alpha had dealt with Pender swiftly and decisively enough that he hadn’t bothered you since, but it didn’t mean that you were going to eagerly leap to help him.

Still, something about the desperation on his face… it was unsettling, especially compared to the cocky, self-assured way he habitually carried himself. His eyes were pleading, looking for all the world like a child scared of the dark.

Alpha teased and admired your soft heart in turns, but you were cursing yourself for it as you sighed, returning to your seat. “What do you want, Pender?”

Pender straightened slightly, hope apparently bringing life back to him. He seemed too keyed up to take the other seat, though. Instead, he paced fitfully around the small room, only pausing to glance at you every few moments while you waited impatiently for him to give an explanation. 

“Commander Colt will be on his way back here soon,” you warned, pitching your voice low to keep from startling him out of a confessional sort of mood. 

Pender’s face tightened, but he shook his head. “I don’t- really know- I don’t know where to start.”

“Start with the most relevant information,” you suggested. “If I have questions, we can backtrack.”

He nodded, pulling a datapad from his pocket. With a few swipes of his finger, he located what he was looking for and passed the datapad to you. It appeared to be a credit transfer into his account. The transfer was for a large amount.

You glanced up at Pender. “What exactly am I looking at?”

“It’s my bank account,” he answered and you nodded instead of snarking at him - something you should have been awarded a medal for, honestly. “That’s not my salary. I haven’t done any outside jobs lately, either. Whoever requested that credit transfer, it wasn’t supposed to be for me.”

With a slow nod, you set the datapad down on the table. “And you don’t know who could have sent it?”

“My bank says the transfer was anonymous,” Pender told you, pacing more quickly. “When I pushed them, they said the details were so muddled and privacy protected that they couldn’t begin to decipher a starting account.”

You stared at the datapad screen for another moment. It really was a large amount of credits, but nothing in Pender’s explanation sounded sinister or threatening. And it certainly didn’t sound threatening enough to explain Pender’s near-panic about it. 

“It’s odd,” you conceded slowly, “but not the worst thing. I don’t see what you need my help with.”

“I know you’re investigating the bounty hunters with Shaak Ti and Colt,” Pender said. “And I have reason to believe you’re searching for someone who stole information.”

“Why do you think that?” you asked, nerves roiling in the pit of your stomach. Everyone in the investigation had been trained to keep secrets from a very young age… except you. Had you somehow destroyed the secrecy of the investigation?

Pender gave you an unimpressed look - the most natural expression he had worn since first approaching you. “I knew the General and Commander were looking for information about something, and my credits are on a security leak. It didn’t take much to realize that you haven’t been working on your report lately. When I did some digging, I found out that you’re on special assignment. The pieces fell into place.”

You lifted your chin. “If that were true, I wouldn’t be able to confirm any of it.”

“I don’t need you to confirm anything,” he snapped, the sharp tone in his voice making you flinch even as your hands automatically clenched into fists. “Just… just look.”

Pender’s voice broke on the last word and he slid the datapad back toward you. He had pulled up a screen that displayed details of the mysterious transaction. It was for the same amount, still without a name displayed in the ‘Sender’ section. In fact, the only new detail was visible in the small ‘Note’ section. Displayed in small, electronically produced letters, you could see the words, “In thanks for the useful advice.”

You tore your gaze away from the screen to stare at Pender, who looked distraught. “The useful advice? What useful advice?”

“I don’t know!” he said, running shaking fingers through his hair. “I was telling you the truth - I haven’t taken on any jobs outside of Kamino lately. No hunts, no consulting, nothing. I don’t know who sent these credits or why, but I know this is going to end up putting me in the middle of your investigation, and I need your help!”

“I-” You paused, sighing. “I’ll do my best, Pender. But I have to tell General Ti and Commander Colt about this.”

Pender’s eyes went wide. “No. Please don’t. Please.”

“If you want my help, you have to let me tell them,” you said, making your voice and face as firm as you could possibly manage. When he still seemed hesitant, you reminded him, “I’ve already been accused of being at fault for one planet-wide catastrophe. I have no interest in doing it a second time. Your choice.”

The door opened before he could say anything, admitting General Ti and Commander Colt. They both looked surprised, though the general covered it better. “Doni Pender, hello. What brings you here?”

As she spoke with Pender, Commander Colt took a seat beside you and rested a cup of caf on the table for you. As he did, he leaned in too close for Pender to overhear. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, touched that they had remembered your discomfort around Pender and had made sure to check with you before they did anything else. 

Pender, having finished with his conversation with Shaak Ti, glanced at you and sighed. “I agree. You can tell them.”

The curiosity on the general and commander’s faces soon turned to surprise and suspicion before changing to a professionalism that firmly masked anything else they may have been feeling. 

“It’s suspicious,” Commander Colt said, cutting Pender off with a sharp gesture before he could say more than two words in his own defense. “It’s suspicious that payment would have come through now with that kind of note attached. Seems too easy.”

“I agree,” General Ti said. “But we are honor-bound to report any findings to the Kaminoan authorities. We can argue your case-”

“Please, no,” Pender begged for the second time. “You don’t understand. They don’t like me. They would take any opportunity to get rid of me, but they’ll arrest me for this. I’m not- I’ve done some things wrong in my life, but I don’t deserve to spend the rest of it rotting in a Republic prison!”

“If we’re all wary of this transfer and what it means, maybe it would make sense to put off reporting the findings,” you suggested.

General Ti shook her head regretfully. “I must make my report every day. I can wait until the end of the day, but no later.”

“Then it’s settled,” Commander Colt summarized, looking at you. “You’ll look into Pender’s case while the General and I keep investigating. The Kaminoans won’t ask questions since the investigation is ongoing and if you need any additional information, we can help you get it.”

“Do you have enough access to get started?” General Ti asked.

You nodded. “I still have full security clearance. I should be able to get all the information I need.”

“And me?” Pender asked. “What can I do? I’ll help her with the background information…” 

Commander Colt cut in before you could say anything. “Pender, you need to do whatever it is that you’re scheduled to do today. If you deviate from your schedule, it’ll only create questions or make you look more guilty. Keep an ear out for your comlink in case she has questions for you.”

Pender nodded, repeating the motion too many times for it to look natural. “Of course, of course... Let me give you all my private comlink frequency- I don’t want to risk anyone accessing our conversations.”

After he had done exactly that, Pender rushed out of the room. Commander Colt gave you an apologetic look. “Sorry about that. Figured you wouldn’t want him following you around all day.”

You shrugged and General Ti said kindly, “It is for the best that he is elsewhere. You have much to do and a short span of time in which to complete it.”

Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough time. Not nearly. In fact, you were unpleasantly reminded of your early days on Kamino, always working desperately with no chance of success. 

Not that you weren’t making strides. No, by an hour after your (skipped) lunch, you had checked the records of every entry into Pender’s quarters for as long as the information had been leaked, as well as a month before. You had read reports from the other trainers, analyzing how they felt about Pender. Almost none of them cared for him, but you couldn’t find anything that tied them to direct action against him. 

You had accessed his datapad to double-check that it hadn’t been breached or that he hadn’t used it to leak information. If he had leaked the information, there was very little chance he would have started this whole side investigation, but you were determined to check everything you could. 

It was only an hour before General Ti’s deadline that you tossed aside your own datapad, heaving a sigh and thinking just how far outside your job description you currently were.

By all rights, you should let the general and commander tell the Kaminoans about Pender. He had been unpleasant to you until the exact moment that he had needed you to help him. It wouldn’t make your life any more difficult or worse to see him sent to prison for apparent treason against the Republic. In fact, it may make your life a little easier.

But you couldn’t do it. 

There was just something too… neat about the whole thing. It was too simple, too clean. Pender was widely disliked, even by the Kaminoans, as he had admitted. Who would make a better scapegoat than someone who had no friends to ask questions when they were accused of doing something terrible? 

No, you had to keep fighting for Pender. Not because you liked or even cared about the man himself, but because no one had reason to believe your innocence after the Separatist had invaded Kamino. You would have been the most convenient scapegoat, but Alpha had been staunchly in your corner. 

Alpha had been your champion. You had to be the same for someone else if you could.

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Alpha was inside an asteroid.

There was no doubt about it now: the panel on the bottom floor of the mysterious abandoned ship led directly into the asteroid itself. It clearly wasn’t an asteroid at all, though. Alpha couldn’t claim to be an expert, but he was under the impression that most asteroids didn’t have countless levels of durasteel catwalks and blinking wall panels.

There had been a short debate about whether to use the ladder in the decompression chamber. Half of Omega Squad had argued that there was no way of knowing for certain if the ladder was safe or had been sabotaged somehow. The other half maintained that this section of the ship clearly hadn’t been meant to be seen, and the ladder wouldn’t have been sabotaged by someone who may need to use it again.

Alpha had ended the argument by dropping the ladder through the access hatch. When it stood, apparently not preparing to collapse, he climbed down it. The beam from the light mounted on the side of his helmet shone through the darkness. It wasn’t enough light, not even close, but it didn’t matter. As soon as he had gotten halfway down the ladder, automatic lights had switched on. 

Omega Squad had descended quietly behind him, but Alpha’s attention was fixed on studying his surroundings. He was on the uppermost durasteel catwalk, and when he peered over the side, more levels stretched down beneath him. There was a clear end, however. About five levels down, the catwalks ended, and a ladder stretched the rest of the way down to the floor… or, more accurately, to a durasteel sheet covering the entirety of the ‘floor’. 

Even from his place far above the floor, Alpha could see that there were access panels on it. Whatever was behind this barrier that divided the false asteroid nearly in half, it had been designed to be checked or maintained.

The access hatch had passed through a thick layer of durasteel. Clearly, the ‘asteroid’ was hollow, though clearly, someone had designed it to withstand observation and pass as something natural. The surface of the asteroid had been rocky when he crossed from Omega Squad’s ship to the abandoned one, though something had to have hit the scanner as metallic. 

Whether the thickness of the outer shell was part of the disguise or a way of protecting whatever was behind that barrier, Alpha couldn’t be sure. Either way, they soon discovered that it blocked every transmission except the ones in their inter-HUD comm channel.

“Spread out,” Alpha ordered. “Check everything. Until we know what’s behind that barrier, helmets stay on, breathable atmosphere or not. And stay on high alert. We don’t know whether someone knows we’re here. We didn’t exactly perform a stealth entrance.”

The group fanned out to study every level of the structure. The highest one, level five, held information about the asteroid and its structural integrity. The next down seemed to monitor patterns of nearby planetary bodies. The readings paid special attention to solar flares, meteor showers, and asteroids. 

Level three was the one that finally put an end to any light-heartedness Omega Squad had been showing. It was dedicated entirely to monitoring Republic and GAR transmissions… even on channels that were restricted or heavily encoded. 

Level two was fully unlabeled, which somehow managed to be even more sinister than everything else they had found up to that point. Niner was issuing orders before Alpha had the chance: “Atin, start slicing these panels, Figure out what this level is for. Fi, cover him. Darman, you’re with the captain and I. We’re going to check out the last level.”

Niner turned, glancing at Alpha as if to check whether he had additional orders. The sergeant seemed to have covered everything, so Alpha just gave a slight nod and went to level one. There was nothing at all on that level, just a blank wall stretching the length of the catwalk. 

“Nothing to report on this level,” he transmitted over the comm channel. “We’re headed to level zero. We’ll let you know if we need coverage.”

“Yes, sir,” Fi replied, suddenly all business since his skills as a sniper and medic may be needed before they returned to the ship. “I’m on alert.”

“Any progress on slicing into the panel?” Niner asked as he followed Alpha to the last ladder that stretched down to the floor.

“Nothing yet,” Atin reported. “The panel is loaded with security. I haven’t tripped anything yet, but it’s slow going.”

“Keep at it,” Alpha told him darkly. “We need to report back soon and the more intel we have, the better.”

“Sir,” Atin agreed. Alpha didn’t bother saying anything else. The fewer distractions he had, the faster Atin could slice the panel and the sooner Alpha could get back to the people who mattered.

 His boots hit the durasteel floor with a hollow-sounding boom! The same thing happened when Niner, then Darman reached the bottom of the ladder. Alpha waited for them to glance around, then went for the nearest gap in the barrier. He had noticed a while before that, along with several access hatches, there were a few narrow rectangles of thick transparisteel set into the barrier. 

When he peered through, however, he was greeted with a mass of wires and electronics. Niner had followed him, glancing through the pane as well. “Any idea what it is, captain?”

“No,” Alpha said flatly. Electronics were tricky. They could be programmed to do any number of things. He could take a guess at their purpose based on the way things were laid out and interconnected, but the GAR would want more than a guess, especially with something so strange and suspicious… and so close to Kamino.

“It’s a transmission station,” Darman contributed. When they both turned to look at him, he shrugged, indicating a warning sign set into the barrier. “There’s a lopretrium warning. Lopretrium is used to increase the range of transmissions. It’s a natural amplifier for frequencies.”

Alpha frowned. He remembered every bit of information he had ever come across, but that was new to him. 

Judging from his voice, Niner seemed to be thinking along the same lines. “Where did you learn that one, Darman?”

Darman seemed almost embarrassed when he replied, “Mereel.”

Alpha bit back a sigh. He didn’t mind the null ARCs - though they were some of the few ARC troopers he hadn’t personally trained - but there was something about running into the Skirata clan that made every trooper walk away with stars in his eyes. It was infuriating. More importantly, it could make a man lose focus on what was important.

“Okay, so it’s a transmission station,” Alpha agreed sharply. “Why don’t we know about it? The Republic monitors all transmissions that pass through this sector.”

“If transmissions are sporadic, they would be more difficult to track,” Niner theorized. “Or maybe they’re transmitting on a frequency that the Republic doesn’t watch as closely.”

“I’m getting more curious about who ‘they’ are,” Alpha said. “But okay, say they miss the transmission. Ships pass through this sector constantly - on patrol, on the way to Kamino, or just passing through. How did no one notice a single asteroid with a ship crash-landed on it before now? This is showing signs of having been here for a while.”

“I think it was originally part of an asteroid field.” Darman held up his datapad. “Remember that field nearby? I guessed that it was part of that, so I did some research. Turns out the field was closer, and this station would have been in the middle of it. The field didn’t shift until a few weeks ago, so it’s possible that no one noticed. This didn’t move with the rest of the asteroids, though. It’s a fixed location.”

“No one would have had a reason to scan an asteroid field,” Niner added. “No one would have noticed that this is actually metallic.”

“Not only that,” Darman said. “The hull of this station was covered in something rocky when we came over to the crash site. I think it was originally covered in a duracrete mixture that hid the metal. My guess is that constant collisions with other asteroids and the stress of being in open space chipped away at the duracrete until the metal showed through. It wouldn’t have taken much exposure for our scanner to be able to pick up a metallic surface.”

“Can we get inside?” Alpha asked.

“I wouldn’t,” Atin contributed through the comms channel. “I’m seeing signs that every access panel to the transmitter itself is heavily alarmed. It would take hours to slice through those security protocols.”

“Don’t bother,” Alpha told him, starting for the ladder. “I’m going to make contact with the Republic, then with Kamino. Whoever put this here, the kaminii need to know.” 

He had made it up to the fifth floor and the bottom of the ladder to the original access hatch when Atin spoke again. “Captain, I got into the system. These are the panels where the information to be transmitted is entered either manually or through a remote application.”

Alpha paused. “Were you able to retrieve any past messages?”

“Even better,” Atin replied, satisfaction thick in his tone. “I’ve got a call log. The station has recently received several calls from a comm frequency based on Kamino. I’m sending the frequency to your HUD now.”

A single flick of Alpha’s eyes was enough to pull up the comm frequency. After a split second to process, a violent smile stretched over his face.

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“You didn’t find anything?” Pender demanded. You weren’t thrilled about the sharp reprimand in his voice, but you couldn’t exactly blame him. Pender’s eyes were wide and his breathing was fast. He was panicking, and with good reason. 

“No,” you admitted. “I looked at every record I could find, but no one else seems like a likely candidate for transmitting information, especially not on your behalf.”

“Listen, I know I’m a popular guy,” Pender started, pacing back and forth, “but surely you found someone who doesn’t like me. You know how these bounty hunters are. If they take the slightest dislike to you, they do crazy things to get revenge. You should have seen the way this one Weequay started treating me…”

You tuned Pender out as he launched into a story, still walking frantically around the room. His pacing turned out to be a good thing, since it meant he entirely missed the way you made uncomfortable eye contact with General Ti and Commander Colt. They knew as well as you did that Pender was among the least-liked people on Kamino. 

“I can at least give the Kaminoans my recommendation that they refrain from acting until we can launch a deeper investigation into this matter,” General Ti said kindly. 

Pender was unconvinced. “General, please don’t. I’ll do anything you want, but I can’t- Please, don’t tell the Kaminoans about this.”

The General tried to gently persuade Pender that she would do everything she could to help, but she had to make her full report. You had never been so grateful for your comm to ring than you were in that moment, and you happily stepped to the furthest corner of the room to accept the call.

You could have gone outside for greater privacy, but there was a chance that General Ti would pull some kind of Jedi trick on Pender, and you weren’t willing to risk missing that.

The frequency was unfamiliar, but you accepted it anyway, answering with a wary, “Hello?”

“It’s me,” Alpha said, his voice familiar and utterly comforting even through the small speakers of the comlink. “Pender’s a traitor.”

The unprompted statement was so timely for the situation that it took you a moment to process. “What?”

“Pender’s a traitor,” Alpha repeated with relish. “He’s been giving information to the Seppies through a disguised transmission station outside of Kamino.”

“Are you sure?” you murmured, trying to pitch your voice only barely loud enough to be heard over the chaos in the background. “How do you know?”

“We tracked the communications back to Kamino,” he told you. “They originated from his Republic-issued comlink frequency.”

“Pender,” you called, repeating it more loudly when he didn’t respond the first time. “Pender! I need your comlink. The one the Republic gave you.”

“Pender? Why are you with Pender?” Alpha demanded, but you ignored him.

“I don’t have it,” Pender admitted, shrinking under the harsh stares of the general and commander. “I lost it months ago.”

Your voice was sharp with exasperation and irritation. “And you didn’t think to mention this when you asked me for help?”

“It was GAR-issued,” Pender explained, sounding confused about why you were so upset. “I didn’t want to get fined for losing government equipment. You already told the general about the credit transfer when I asked you not to. I knew you would do the same thing with the comlink.”

“I believe it is clear that Pender is not the source of our information leak,” General Ti summarized, cutting through the rest of the chatter and accusations you, Pender, and Alpha were throwing around. “Pender, you are dismissed.”

Pender rushed out of the room as quickly as possible. When the door had closed behind him, the general continued, “That does leave the question of who the leak is. Administrator, do you have any theories?”

You shook your head. “Sorry, General Ti. I didn’t go far back enough in the security cam footage to catch who might have stolen Pender’s comlink. Now that I have a timeline, I should be able to narrow the list of suspects down.”

“General,” Colt said, voice urgent. “We’ve just had an unauthorized departure from the planet.”

“That must have been our traitor,” General Ti concluded. “We must go to the Kaminoans with what we’ve learned.”

“I’ll report what we’ve found to the Republic and the GAR,” Alpha informed them all through your comlink. “I’m sure you’ll be in contact with them, and it’ll help if they already know what’s going on.”

“Very good, Captain,” the Jedi said, inclining her head despite the fact that Alpha couldn’t see her. “And hurry back. I have a feeling we will need you here.”

“I will, General,” Alpha agreed, and you could hear the grim determination in his voice. “Omega Squad and I will have to stay long enough to catalogue what we find and report back to everyone, but I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Stay safe, Alpha,” you pleaded softly, as the general and commander turned away tactfully and started their own conversation. 

“I will, but I need you to do the same,” he countered. “I’ll see you soon...”

There was an odd, heavy pause before the call disconnected. It was probably because he didn’t call you neverd’ika since you had an audience… but you couldn’t help but wonder if there was something else he didn’t say.

You couldn’t dwell on it for too long. General Ti had called ahead to get an emergency meeting with Lama Su. Kamino’s prime minister hadn’t been happy at being summoned, but he agreed to spare the Jedi a few minutes. You didn’t need Jedi senses to catch the subtext: if it had been anyone else, the meeting request would have been denied.

It didn’t matter, though. All that mattered was that General Ti got the meeting and brought you and Commander Colt along with her. Given your particular history with the Kaminoans, you made a point of staying quiet while General Ti finished giving him a general explanation of what had happened.

By the time she had finished, more information had come to light. Colt stepped forward, already displaying the screen of his datapad. “Security has traced the unauthorized departure to a ship owned by Lenjam Banti, one of the bounty hunter instructors. They haven’t been able to reach him on the comms.”

“Do you believe Banti was the leak?” Lama Su asked, narrowing his eyes slightly. 

“Kamino security forces ran a sample of his skin cells through an outside database,” General Ti told him. “It revealed that he lied about his identity. Banti is actually a bounty hunter known only by the name Dengar.”

With that information and the new timeline Pender had inadvertently provided, you focused your attention on your own datapad, pulling up the security footage you had been looking through. Now that you had a suspect, it would be far easier to track down evidence.

“Impossible,” Lama Su decreed. “We perform an extensive background check on all instructor candidates. If he were lying about his identity, we would have discovered it.”

“Not necessarily,” General Ti told him kindly. “Your databases are extensive, but self-contained. It would have been simple for someone with the right skills to alter the information of the genetic information you have on file. The Kaminoan databases do say that the material belongs to Banti, but several outside databases confirm that the man is indeed Dengar. Your archives were sliced and altered.”

Kaminoan expressions weren’t easy to read, but even you could tell that Lama Su looked displeased. “And what evidence do you have that this Dengar was the one to collect and distribute information?”

Fortunately, you had found what you needed by that point. You showed him your datapad, with Dengar’s face clearly showing on the footage. He was frozen in time, leaving Pender’s quarters. “This is from several months ago. We hadn’t thought to look back that far.”

Lama Su’s look of displeasure began turning to one of derision and you braced for him to say something condescending, but General Ti interrupted before he could begin. “Prime Minister, you must act quickly. We do not yet know what information Dengar has or where he took it.”

“And why should I not take Doni Pender into custody?” the Kaminoan asked. “Why would Dengar have left so abruptly if he set up the perfect person to take the fall? It seems to me that the two could have been working together and had a disagreement. Or perhaps Dengar discovered Pender’s deception and fled for his own safety.”

“Prime Minister, Pender is the only reason we found out about all of this,” you chimed in. “He has made some missteps, but we wouldn’t have made this much progress if he hadn’t told us about the way he was being set up.”

“Sir,” Commander Colt said quickly, before Lama Su could reply. “The administrator was skeptical about Pender’s guilt despite the supposed evidence. She was looking into the situation. With her investigation and Captain Alpha-17 finding the transmission station with Omega Squad, Dengar probably felt it was too dangerous to risk staying here.”

Lama Su leaned forward, an intent look in his dark eyes. “How did you know about the commando team’s progress? Their mission is highly classified. They were not to discuss it with anyone.”

“I’m Captain Alpha-17’s commanding officer, sir. The GAR’s processes are that he should report to General Ti and I even on assignments outside of our command,” Commander Colt explained smoothly. 

It was an outright lie, but the commander’s sincerity and matter-of-fact nature made it far more convincing.

Lama Su didn’t seem like he entirely believed that, but General Ti spoke again. “We must act now or we risk unforeseen complications from the situation, Prime Minister.”

The Kaminoan steepled his long fingers and heaved a heavy sigh. There was a moment of charged silence, but he reached for the comlink on his desk. After keying in a frequency, he said reluctantly, “Until we can do a full audit of our information, Kamino is under lockdown. No one may enter or leave without approval.”

He glanced from General Ti, to Commander Colt, and finally to you. With his eerie eyes fixed on you, he said, “Perform all necessary activities to prepare for a potential invasion.”

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Author's Note - Oh, here we go again... Thanks, as always, for reading!

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Joey B Imagines: Get It On*

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summary: after a road game win in San Francisco, you know Joe’s gonna be in a certain mood when he gets home. you had stayed in Cincinnati with your twin boys and Joe couldn't wait to celebrate the win with you. Being able to predict that, you decide to play a little prank on Joe.

warnings: talks of and illusions to smut, mostly fluff, funny/unserious

pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

imagine universe: into the mystic

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Bye week - October 18th (with flashbacks from October 15th & 12th)

(y/n’s pov)

The bye week was something I had been looking forward to since week one.

With the calf strain before the season even started it had been a little harder for Joe to get into the groove. He’s been more down on himself than normal and it was clear to me that he needed rest which is exactly what a week off would give him.

When Joe was home with me and the twins he wasn't Joe Burrow the quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals, he was simply “Dada” to his boys and “Joey” to me.

He loved it, being away from the bustle of the NFL and being with his little family.

After a morning of sleeping in and cuddling, Joe cooked breakfast while I watched the twins, who were playing on the floor with their toys while sitting on their playmat.

They had just said their first words within a week of each other, both saying “Dada”. I thought I would've been jealous if my boys said Daddy, Dad, or Dada first but the situations in which they said it were so sweet that I couldn't have been upset.

The boy’s first game was at home against the Seahawks a few days ago. I sat up in the box with Robin & Jimmy plus my boys.

Tyson was sitting on Robin’s lap while I had Miles on mine. Joe ran out and Robin bounced Tyson on her lap saying “Look there's Dada!!” to which Tyson loudly squealed and cooed his first word in response to his grandma.

“Da-da!”

I hurt my neck with how fast it snapped in his direction from pure shock.

Miles said it just a few days before after Joe came home from practice.

Joe walked through the door and immediately found me in the kitchen feeding the boys. He walked over and kissed my cheek before turning his direction to his boys. Miles was reaching out to his dad and Joe immediately picked him up.

“Did you miss daddy?” - you smiled

“Da.. Da!” - Miles

Watching Joe’s eyes widen before he tossed Miles in the air was the sweetest sight.

“Thats my boy!!” - Joe yelled

Now back to the present day, Joe was in the floor with the twins passing around this tiny foam football. “Teach ‘em early” Joe would say.

I sat scrolling through Tiktok when a funny video came up on my fyp of this wife pranking her husband by lighting a candle that smelled like farts and putting it in their bedroom, after seeing the husband's reaction I immediately ordered the candle in hopes to do the same prank on Joe.

I had to laugh as I glanced over my phone at the unsuspecting victim. This was going to be hilarious.

October 29th - After 49ers game

Everyone seemed on cloud nine after the win over the Niners. I stayed back in Cincinnati with the twins while Joe was in San Fran. My parents ended up coming over to watch the game and overall it was a good day.

It wasn't long after the boys went back to the locker room that I received a text from Joe.

Hey mama.

To other people, it might seem like an innocent text, but to me, after all these years with Joe, I knew where this was headed.

Hey, champ!

A couple of seconds later when Joe replied back, I couldn't help but bust out laughing.

Whatcha wearing rn? 😏

I looked down at my current fit and thought about whether I should tell the truth or lie to please him.

Nothing special. Just a pair of your sweatpants and one of your Bengals shirts.

I got worried when he didn't message back for a minute or so, worried that I had disappointed him.

Sounds sexy.

Boy. 💀

Listen, I'm feeling really good right now. I gotta go shower but I'll text you when we're on the bus to the airport.

Talk to ya later then! Enjoy your shower, baby.

Ttyl, love you. ❤️

Love you too!

After I hit send, I put my phone down for a bit and ushered my parents out of the house. I’d hopefully get a shower, get the boys to sleep, and clean the house up a bit before Joe got home.

He'd definitely be getting home late but after big road game wins that would end in a long night for the both of us.

This also meant that tonight would be the perfect night to use something that I ordered back during the bye.

What was that you may ask?

A candle that smells like farts.

Now I’m not a big prankster but I will never pass up an opportunity to mess with Joe, it's been like that since we started dating in high school.

45 minutes later I had gotten most of the dishes washed in the sink, along with putting the clean dishes from the dishwasher up, and moved on to folding and putting away laundry.

It was always fun putting Joe’s clothes back up in our walk-in closet due to how diverse and unique each article was.

I saw the different suits and past game-day fits as a reminder of all of the ups and downs Joe and I have been through together.

Moving over to hang up his favorite grey jeans, in the corner of my eye I caught a view of the jacket Joe wore the day of the AFC Championship back in 2022. That was the same night Joe proposed to me and the thought made me smile. When the memory of what had happened later that night popped into my mind my once-innocent smile turned into more of a smirk. That was one goooood night.

My thoughts ended up interrupted when my phone dinged but seeing Joe’s name being the source of the tone made my smile reappear.

How’s my wife and my boys doing?

One of Joe’s biggest worries, since we found out I was pregnant, was him not being around enough for his kids to have a good relationship with their father. Every away game Joe seemed to check up on his little family every chance he got and though it was incredibly sweet, I worried about how he thought about himself parent-wise. He was an amazing dad, the boys loved him so much

We're doing great, baby. Your boys are already asleep and your wife is just cleaning around the house right now.

We should be home in a few hours but don't feel like you have to wait up for me, it'll be late.

I'm def waiting for him, I thought to myself with a laugh.

Okay! Are the guys all feeling good after the win?

Oh yeah, everyone is hyped right now. They're blaring music and have asked the bus driver to take a detour to the nearest club twice. LOL

You guys should go! Y’all need to celebrate.

It took a few minutes for Joe to respond but when he did, his message warmed my heart.

No thanks. That would just take time away from getting home to you guys. I miss you and the boys so much.

We miss you too. Especially the boys, who kept yelling “Daddy!” every time you were on the TV.

When I read Joe’s reply it was a complete mood shift, but I can't say I wasn't expecting it.

Did you also yell Daddy when I was on the TV?

Omg, Joe!

You'll be saying that again later, baby. 😉

Big wins always put Joe in this mindset but I couldn't help but giggle at his forward texts.

I was brainstorming what to say next when I remembered a little photoshoot I did the other day when Joe was away at practice. These pics would get him worked up for sure.

The pictures were of me fresh out of the shower in the mirror with nothing but his jersey and a tiger-striped thong on. The jersey was hiked up on my hip to where the panties were visible but my phone covered my face, the star of the show was the huge “9” on my front.

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When a few minutes had passed by and Joe hadn’t said anything back I started to get worried. He's on the bus right now... what if someone else saw the pics? Oh no.

If someone else saw those Joe’d be pissed. Oh no.

Holy shit, mama. You look fucking gorgeous.

Oh thank God, I thought.

You like what you see?

Screw like, I damn love it. Those pics are just for me, right?

Your eyes only, J. ❤️

I had no idea what was going on with Joe other than his texts, so I was completely oblivious to him struggling to contain himself in front of the guys.

You don't understand how much I'm struggling right now.

Struggling how Joey?

I knew exactly how he was struggling but I wanted him to come out and say it.

I'm getting so fucking hard. The last thing I need is the guys seeing a tent in my damn sweats.

Just a couple pics got you worked up?

y/n, baby how do you still not understand how much you turn me on after all this time?

Idk, Joe.

Plus baby it's not just the pics you sent me, it's also thinking about what's bound to happen when I get home.

What's that?

I'm gonna get you naked and show you exactly why you wear number nine. Sound good?

Can't wait.

We're boarding the plane, I'll see you later my love.

See you later, Joey.

*time skip*

It was almost two in the morning and there was still no sign of Joe. I was starting to get tired and was genuinely considering just going to bed.

Rolling over onto my side to get comfortable, I had just closed my eyes when I heard the garage door opening. Meaning Joe was home.

I removed the covers from my body and slipped out of bed, running my hands over the front of my satin nightgown to flatten it out before going downstairs.

By the time I made it into the mudroom, where the door that connects the garage to the house is, Joe was already there taking his shoes off.

“Hey baby.” - you smiled

Joe flinched before he found my eyes, his gaze softening as he did so.

“Shit babe, you scared me.” - Joe laughed

“Sorry, how was the plane ride?” - you

“It was fine, everyone was pretty much asleep so I just sat there on my phone… thinking about you.” - Joe

“Is that so?” - you giggled

“Yes ma'am. I missed you like hell.” - Joe

I opened my arms for him and he immediately walked over into my embrace. His arms wrapped tightly around my waist as my hands ran up and down his muscular back.

Joe leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips before letting his hands drop from my lower back down to my butt.

“The boys still asleep?” - Joe

“Mhm.” - you

“Just us then, wanna go upstairs?” - Joe

“Before we do that… when was the last time you ate?” - you

“I ate this morning and had some snacks on the plane. I'm low-key starving but I made a promise to you about what was happening when I got home.” - Joe

Pulling away from his arms, I pecked his lips before patting his stomach.

“Let's get some food in you, then you can fulfill your promise.” - you winked at him

Joe grinned as he followed me into the kitchen, he sat on one of the barstools as I looked in the fridge.

“What do you want?” - you

“You.” - Joe mumbled

“What was that?” - you turned to face him

Joe smirked at me before dropping his head with a laugh.

“Nothin. Uh, whatcha got?” - Joe

“I've got leftover chicken and noodles, sandwich stuff, bacon for a BLT…” - you

“Chicken and noodles are fine.” - Joe

“Okay, I'll heat that for ya.” - you

I popped the container into the microwave and made my way over to Joe, laying my head on his shoulder.

“Sorry if I'm kinda clingy, I just missed you.” - you

“Don't ever apologize for wanting to be close to me, baby.” - Joe’s hand moved to cradle your head

Just a few seconds before the timer went off, I stopped is as to not wake up the twins with the loud ding.

After handing Joe his food with a kiss on the cheek, I walked upstairs.

I told Joe that I went up there to finish cleaning up but in reality, I was lighting the candle. The directions said that it would smell like vanilla for the first 30 minutes, then it would gradually start to smell bad.

Once it was in a sufficient spot I made my way back downstairs. Joe was in the same spot he was when I left but now he was just in his grey sweatpants as he ate and scrolled on his phone.

The floorboards creaked before I was completely in the kitchen and Joe looked behind him to make sure it was just me.

“You look incredibly beautiful in that nightgown by the way.” - Joe

“Well thank you, a special someone bought it for me.” - you

“A special someone?” - Joe gave you a confused/agitated look

“You bought it for me you goof.” - you laugh

“Oh!” - Joe laughed

We shared small talk as he finished eating. Talking about dinner for the rest of the week, the grocery list, just little things.

Joe abruptly stood up and walked over to the sink to wash the Tupperware his chicken and noodles were in. My eyes couldn't seem to peak away from his body, his back muscles flexed with every scrub he made making me feel hot all over.

He grabbed a towel and was now facing me as he dried the dish, my eyes still drawn to the veins protruding from his hands and arms.

After it was dry to his liking he put it up and the cabinet and sat back down on the stool next to me.

With a longing glance at each other, Joe swiftly grabbed my waist and pulled me off my stool and onto his lap. My hands landed on his chest as his mouth was immediately on mine.

Joe’s hands gripped my hips and slowly slid down to my thighs.

“You still got that tiger-striped thong on?” - Joe

He was grinning up at me as his hands slowly slid under my nightgown. His eyes turned dark when his fingertips reached my hips and he hadn't felt a band.

“No panties?” - Joe’s voice dropped an octave

“No, sir.” - you

“Fuck, y/n…” - Joe groaned

I felt Joe’s hand start moving down toward my inner thigh and I had to stop him. The confused look on his face made me giggle.

“Can we do it more… vanilla tonight?” - you

“Oh yeah, that's okay with me. Whatever you want baby, I'll give you.” - Joe

“Okay… now where were we?” - you

Joe moved his hands back to my waist and stood up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

He started up the stairs, taking them two at a time as he continued kissing me.

Joe’s pace changed as we passed by the twin’s room to make sure the sound of us rushing to the bedroom wouldn't wake them up.

Once in the bedroom, Joe shut the door and moved to lay me down on the bed.

“Did you light a candle for mood lighting?” - Joe grinned

“Guilty.” - you laughed

Joe laughed along with me as he climbed on top of me. The candlelight accentuated the soft features of his face and enhanced them, he looked even more ridiculously beautiful than he already was.

The faint smile on his face melted my heart as he admired me.

“Gosh�� I love you so much y/n.” - Joe

I reached up and combed his curls back with my hand before slowly moving my hand lower to stroke his cheek.

“I love you too, Joe. So so much.” - you

Joe gently pressed our lips together. We engaged in a thorough, slow-burn kiss, that had my toes curling in my fluffy socks.

Very slowly, Joe’s hands moved from my sides and back up my nightgown. He started gently inching it up my body as his lips never left mine.

Once it was completely off my body, Joe disengaged his lips from mine to pull it over my head. The only thing I was left in was my bra.

“You are so… beautiful. Unbelievably beautiful. You're just… breathtaking y/n.” - Joe

His eyes scanned over my body with so much love behind them. I wanted nothing more than to lean over and blow the candle out, knowing It was going to ruin this intimate moment but it was too late.

Joe’s once content face was scrunched up in disgust as he abruptly rolled off of me.

“What the fuck is that?” - Joe

“What do you mean? Did I do something?” - you

“I don't think so… unless. Babe, did you fart? If you did…. goddamn!” - Joe

“Joseph Lee! I did not let one rip while we were trying to get it on!” - you

Joe tried so hard not to cackle but ultimately failed, his nose re-scrunching when he took a big inhale.

“What the actual hell is that putrid smell then, I know for sure it wasn't me! That smells so bad that if it was me I'd be in the bathroom right now.” - Joe

I giggled to myself as Joe hopped off the bed and started smelling around the room.

“Joe baby, you look like a damn bloodhound smelling around like that.” - you hollered laughing

“Well, I'm trying to find whatever the fuck that is so I can get rid of it! I'm not going to bed until I get some sugar.” - Joe

My laughing only got louder as Joe dropped to his knees and started looking under the bed for the source of the stink.

“Maybe there's a dirty pull-up under here…” - Joe grumbled

I rolled off the bed and grabbed a pair of Joe’s boxers that were clean and in his pile of laundry before slipping them on and walking over to his nightstand.

“Baby get off the floor.” - you

“Hold on! I think I'm getting close!” - Joe

“Joe! Get up! It's the candle!” - you laughed

Joe suddenly stood up and looked at me with a confused look on his face.

“How is it the candle? It says vanilla?” - Joe

He walked over to me and I plugged my nose before blowing it out and moving it toward his nose.

Joe looked at me hesitantly before leaning down and smelling the freshly melted wax. He immediately jumped back and gagged at the terrible stench as I seemed t never stop laughing.

“God bless!” - Joe

“I pranked you pretty good huh babe?” - you

“That was not funny at all, and now our room smells terrible. Looks like there's no sex on the menu tonight.” - Joe pouted

The way he exaggeratedly pushed his bottom lip out in a frown had me grinning. I got on my tiptoes and repeatedly pecked his lips till his pout turned into a small smile.

“We can sleep on the couch and watch movies tonight.” - you smiled

I watched Joe’s smile fall back into a pout as he pressed his hips against my thigh, reminding me of his dilemma.

The unamused look on my face only made him more whiney as multiple “please y/n” fell from his lips.

“Here, how about we get in the shower and I suck you off at the end. Would that make you happy?” - you sighed

“No. I don't want pity head.” - Joe grumbled

“Boy please you know pity head doesn't exist in this relationship.” - you smirked

Joe’s frown once again turned into a smile as he took my hand and led us into the bathroom.

Once both of us stripped naked and got in the shower, Joe got his head before he pressed me against the shower and finally got what he'd been craving since the game ended.

After we cleaned each other off and hopped out of the shower, our bedroom had finally gone back to smelling like it normally does.

When Joe flopped on the bed he almost immediately knocked out.

“Tired?” - you kissed his forehead

Joe nodded and I kissed him one last time before cuddling up to him and falling asleep.

One thing you can take from our relationship is no matter what, get you a man that'll still rock your word less than 10 minutes after he thought you let out the worst-smelling fart known to man.

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Authors note: a random daydream turned into one of my fav fics ever. 💀

Hope you enjoyed! ❤️

[adoristsposts]

hi i love your writing! could you possibly do justin herbert and reader breaking up but then they rekindle and it’s a happy ending?

author's note; anons treating me so well u guys have better ideas than i do icl summary; alcohol and not being over your ex doesn't exactly mix well- unless, of course, your ex seems just as hung up on you. word count; 1K warnings; drinking, swearing characters; Reader x Justin Herbert

You let a loud sigh escape your lips the second your apartment door shut behind you. You placed a palm on the door, using it for support as you slipped off your heels and let your bare feet sink into the carpeted floor. "Jesus," you muttered to yourself. Without missing a beat, you headed to your fridge and pulled out a bottle of wine. You set your purse down on the kitchen island and, wine bottle in hand, padded over to the couch. You turned it on and, of course, your ex-boyfriend's face filled the screen. "It was just a flesh wound." He told the press before you could switch the channels. Your hand paused, hovering over the Netflix icon you had been meaning to press. A flesh wound? You couldn't stop yourself from pulling your phone out and googling it. Three years later you were unable to resist the need to know he was okay. His dismissal of it on television seemed reasonable, you decided as you scrolled through a few articles. But then a few articles became a highlight reel. And then media posts. And then his Instagram. He still followed you from back when the two of you had dated. You remembered his management encouraging him to make the account, and how, despite the fact he didn't run it, he had made sure you were one of the few hundred he followed back.

The split had been amicable. Your post-college heart had been absolutely broken, but Justin was moving to LA and you couldn't handle the distance. The two of you tried keeping in contact for a few months, but the second he was spotted with another woman you shut down. By the time you had sorted out your feelings for him, it felt too embarrassing to reach out. Now, ironically, you were in LA. And you wished you had held on to contact. Because god damn was dating in LA boring. The one you had just returned from had entailed a Chiefs fan mansplaining football to you and complaining about Taylor Swift- all because you had peeked past his shoulder to get a look at the Niners' score. You forced yourself to close your phone. You stood up and walked over to the closest mirror, checking yourself out. You had done your hair and makeup and picked a cute outfit- even worn heels!- just for the guy to be a tool. You smoothed out your shirt. Fuck it, you told yourself. You texted your best friend. Wanna go out? Absolutely, bitch. She replied.

The next morning you woke up with a pounding headache. How you had gotten home, or what exactly had happened the night before, you had no idea. You groaned loudly and leaned over to grab your phone off the nightstand. The notifications that greeted you were so mortifying you were sure you were going to puke. Seven missed calls from Justin, three voicemails, and five text messages. There was no chance in hell you were looking at any of those. You took an everything shower, blew out your hair, painted your nails, and made yourself food. Who knew that your ex-boyfriend could be so helpful when it came to working through a hangover? Finally, hours later, you had to check. The time without your phone- although you hated to admit it- was driving you crazy. You could only sit through so much without wanting to check it. And you were sure your best friend had to be worried you had choked on your own vomit at this point.

You responded to her texts first, with a simple 'I think I drunk called Justin.' You ignored her frantic texts and clicked on his first voicemail. "Hey." His voice sent shivers down your spine. There was something so homely about the way he sounded. Like hearing an old favorite song. "I think you drunk called me. My hand's fine, thanks for asking. Just a sprain, it'll be fine by the end of our by week. " Ever polite. When Justin first stepped into the spotlight, so many people questioned his personality and whether he would be fit to lead a team as their quarterback. He had never cared. He always dismissed it with a quiet wave. He was how he was, and you had loved him for it. The voicemail cut out there, and you played the next one. "Sorry," He began, because what else would he start out with? "I can't stop listening to what you sent me. I know you're drunk, but you said you haven't gotten over it- just in case you don't remember in the morning- and I haven't either. Just thought you should know." A click. You cringed. You truthfully didn't remember a moment of it. You understood now how the prohibition had happened. The last one. "Ok, I swear this is it." He laughed. The sound was like stepping under a warm ray of sun on a cold day. "I miss you. Text me when you wake up- I'm sorry for blowing up your phone. You said you were in LA? We should reconnect."

You put your phone face down and ran a hand over your face. Reconnect. With your ex-boyfriend. That you still weren't over. You texted your best friend. She responded with a bunch of messages that all had the same point; 'absolutely, you dumbass, you are still so in love with him and i'm sick of hearing about it.'

You swiped out of her messages and opened Justin's, which were full of concerned texts and him asking for you to text him when you got home to ensure you were safe. You bit your lip to try and control your smile. I'm free anytime this week. Coffee?

[vodika-vibes]

Hi! I love your work so much

This is my first request ever🤣

It was so difficult finding fics with Skirata’s, Delta’s etc boys! You are a breath of fresh air, truly.

I'm a sucker for Niner🤤 (and Mereel, or Sev🥴)

Idk! I had this idea in my mind like coming back to Kyrimorut, always have been in love with reader “secretly”.

Prompts “I want you. I need you.” with some seasoning like ❝ i think you're probably the only one who understands me. ❞ or ❝ not one person is more important to me than you. ❞

🫡🫡 SMUT SMUTTY🫡🫡

Make what you want really, i love ALL your works😂

Thank you and take care💞

Saludos desde 🇪🇸🫨

Most Important

Summary: A plate of cookies that Niner doesn't want to share, leads to a delightful change of your situation with him.

Pairing: Niner Skirata x F!Reader

Word Count: 1254

Warnings: Smut, cock warming

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Well! I am honored that you chose me to be the first person you sent a request to! I hope you enjoy this! I wasn't able to make the full smut work, so I hope this is okay!

“Welcome back!” You grin up at Niner as you push away from the wall when he steps off the ship.

Niner pulls his helmet off and flashes you the smallest smile, “This is a surprise, I wasn’t expecting you to be waiting for me.”

You make a face, “No such luck, I’m afraid. I’m waiting for Kal. He has a message from Kamino.” He looks disappointed for a moment, so you favor him with your warmest smile, “But I am happy to see you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You peek around him, “But, um, I have to get back to work, and I’m sure you have things you need to do. I made some cookies, and left them in your locker. I hope you like them.”

“I’m sure they’re…great.” But you’re already gone, hurrying over to Kal to deliver the message to him, and then you’re gone from the hanger, heading back to your office.

Though you do take a moment to wave at Niner before you leave. He is your favorite, after all.

******************

Later that same day, after you’ve handed the comm over to the night shift person (an older woman with a pinched face who cannot stand working with clones, which is why she chose night shift) you retire to your suite.

And you’re pleasantly surprised when you reach your room and you see Niner waiting for you. “Niner, I thought for sure you’d be resting.”

“Well, I have a bunch of cookies and a bunch of asshole brothers, so I thought I’d come and eat them in a place that’s safe and no one will steal them.” Niner replies with a broad grin.

You grin right back at him, and open the door to let him in, “Sorry for the mess.”

“I assure you my bunk is messier,” Niner replies as he follows you into your suite, “Although, I don’t have quite so many…lacy things around my room.” He adds with a wide grin as he picks up a bra that’s hanging off a chair, “I didn’t know you had so many lacy things, honestly.”

You flush, rip the material from his hands, and then fling it across the room. “They can’t go in the dryer! That’s the only reason it’s out.”

Niner is staring at you like he’s trying to puzzle something out, “Do you always wear lace? Are you wearing lace right now?”

Your face burns, “...I might be.”

His lips part for a moment, and he sets the plate of cookies on the table, “Can I see?” He asks, his gaze locked with yours, “I know, it’s kind of a weird request, but…”

“But?”

“But I want you.” Niner pauses and then laughs at himself, “Want is kind of an understatement, actually. I need you.”

You flush, “You…Niner-”

He takes a step closer to you, and reaches out to brush the back of his fingers against your cheek, “There’s not one person who’s more important to me than you are.”

His fingers trail from your cheek to your neck, and then settles lightly at the base of your throat, just over the top most button of your uniform. “I didn’t think you were interested,” You admit, your voice quiet, “You never indicated one way or the other.”

His deft fingers pop the first button open, and then, when you don’t move to stop him, he nimbly opens the rest, and pushes the material onto the floor. “I’ve wanted you since the day we met.” Niner leans in and hesitantly presses his lips to a spot beneath your ear, “You were wearing your hair in a knot on the top of your head,” He murmurs, “And all I could think about is how you’d look with your neck covered in my marks.”

“That long?” You ask.

He hums in response, and lazily nibbles on that spot under your ear, and then he grins when you moan. “You like that then?” You press your lips against his clothed shoulder, your face burning, and you gasp when he does it again, “Yeah, you like that.” Niner teases.

Your face burns a little hotter, and you avert your gaze.

He pulls away and swiftly tugs your shirt up and off, leaving you in your bra and your pants. Niner tosses your shirt to the side, and his gaze immediately locks on your breasts.

You nervously cross your arms over them, “I know they’re not the biggest-”

Niner catches your hands and lightly pulls them back down to your sides, “They’re perfect, just like you.” Once he’s sure that you’re not going to try and hide from him, he brings his hands up to lightly trace the lace lining the edges of your bra.

Your breath catches and you moan, “Niner-”

“You’re so much softer than I ever imagined.” He breathes out, “Stars, I could just touch you like this for hours.”

You huff out a breath, and you reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck, and you tug him down to crash your lips against his. Niner releases a breathless laugh against your lips, his arm sliding tightly around your waist to hold you tightly. 

“Impatient,” He chides, once he breaks the kiss.

“I’ve been patient.” You counter, your hands sliding under his top, “I’ve been so, so patient. I’m done being patient.” 

He grins, “Alright, cyar’ika. What do you want?”

“I want you naked, and I want you to fuck me so good that I can’t walk tomorrow.” You say as your lips hover over his for a moment, “And if that’s not acceptable for you, I want to ride you until neither of us can think straight.”

Niner groans at your words, and he releases you to take a step back just long enough to rip his clothes off and throw them to the side, “You riding me until neither of us can think straight sounds like a good start,” He says breathlessly, before his lips are against yours again, and he’s tugging you backwards towards the bed. “Clothes off, cyar’ika.”

You stumble a little bit as you peel the rest of your clothing off, tossing everything to the side to be dealt with at another time, and then you’re pressed firmly against him. 

His hands glide across your body with a fever boarding on desperation, and you can totally understand, after all, you never thought you’d get the chance to touch him like this.

Before you can blink, he’s laid out on your bed, and you’re straddling his hips. His hands are on your hips, supporting you, and your hands are sitting on his chest for support. 

Slowly, you ease down his length, and as soon as he’s settled completely inside you, your head tilts back as you adjust to the feeling. Praise falls from Niner’s lips without him really thinking about it, and he gazes up at you in adoration. 

You’re about to start moving, when he drags you down so he’s able to kiss you. “Can we just stay like this, for a bit?” Niner asks, as he holds you still.

“You don’t want-?”

“Oh I do. I do want. More than I can put into words.” Niner reassures, “but I need this, just like this, just for a bit.” His grin is a little crooked, “How long can you hold out, cyare?”

You laugh softly and press your forehead against his, “As long as you want me to.”

And then he’s kissing you again, and for a moment, you think that this is what love must be.

[happeehippie]

could you please write a fic about nick bosa x reader and they have a family together and they just won the Super Bowl

I posted it!! I’m sorry that it’s kind of short, I’m just not super familiar with Nick Bosa’s personality so I didn’t know how to write him well. I hope you’ll send more request!

[bad268]

Felony Purdy (Brock Purdy X Pregnant! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/NFL

Requested: Yee by @kitwalkersabductor (and @madmushroomxsoph wanted fluff, so here you go <3)

Warnings: Pregnant reader but no pronouns used, brief mention of labor (but not graphic)

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1147

Summary: Names are hard to settle on.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

“Brock, it’s getting to the point where we’re gonna need to start thinking about baby names,” You said one day after he came back from practice. You just hit 32 weeks and you found out you would be having a daughter at 20 weeks. Now, it was setting in that you only had 8 weeks left of pregnancy, and you knew it would fly by. The last thing you wanted was to go into early labor and not have a name prepared for her. “I made a list.”

“Is this a serious list or a suggestion list?” Brock teased, knowing that you liked to joke about names in your earlier stages of pregnancy. 

“Are you saying none of my names are serious?” You started tearing up, thinking that he did not like any of the names you suggested, serious or not. “Ashley Purdy is cute.”

“I’m not talking about Ashley,” Brock laughed as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his side. “I’m more so talking about Felony.”

“Felony Purdy would be cute if a felony wasn’t a crime!” You defended as you shot up. You looked down at your bump with a frown as you rubbed around it before glaring at Brock. “If you suggested anything good, maybe I wouldn’t get my hopes up for certain names.”

“You said Rosacea, and I countered with Rose and Rowan. What do you mean?” He laughed in disbelief, trying not to sound defensive or condescending. He knows your mental state has been fragile lately, and the last thing he wants is to hurt your feelings.

“Rose is such a common name, and I don’t like Rose Purdy,” You grumbled as you crossed your arms and leaned back into his side. “What about Calorie? It’s like Valerie but different.”

“Calorie? Please tell me you’re joking,” He chuckled in disbelief but immediately stopped when he noticed you were not laughing. In fact, you had tears in your eyes that were about to fall. “Wait, babe, please hear me out. Calorie, you do know what it means right?”

“It’s cute, Brock. You don’t have to talk to me like a toddler. I know what calorie means,” You sighed unhappily, but after a minute of him staring at you, you realized why he was straying you away from that name. “I stand corrected. What about Brie? That’s cute! Little Brie Purdy!”

“Brie as in Brie cheese?”

“And now you’ve ruined it,” You moaned, throwing your head back. “What about Merlot? I think that’s adorable.”

“You’re just manifesting our daughter to be a whiner,” Brock joked, but it fell flat to you. “Why don’t we stick with more traditional names? Like Elizabeth, Miranda, or Diana?”

“They’re too common!” You cried out as you turned to face Brock, holding his face in your hands. “We are never going to find the perfect name for her. I already feel like I’m failing as a parent, and I haven’t even started.”

“Maybe we could wait to see her, and it will just come to us?” Brock offered. “I would hate for us to find a name we like and take one look at her and think it doesn’t fit her, y’know?”

“Oh my gosh! You’re so smart, Brock! Why didn’t I think of that?” You gasped with a smile. 

“You just have a little bit of pregnancy brain,” Brock comforted as be placed a kiss on your nose, “Don't stress it too much. We’ll find the perfect name for her when she gets here. Until then, I don’t wanna hear you stressing over her name anymore, got it?”

“No promises, but I won’t settle on one,” You laughed as you finally leaned in to connect your lips to his.

~

When the time came, to say you felt unprepared would be the understatement of the century. You started early labor while Brock was at an away game, but his mom was a huge help. Through everything, she stayed by your side along with your support system, and together, they all helped you through the hours of pain you endured. Thankfully, he was able to make it by the time your daughter was born.

After a few hours of recovering, you decided that you were rested enough to hold your daughter, so that’s what you were doing. Listening to the Niners game that Brock had to leave early while she slept, you could not take your eyes off of her. She was the perfect combination of you and Brock. She had your hair color and his facial structure. Her eyes that were currently closed were bright blue, which the nurses told you would most likely get darker over time, but they were beautiful nonetheless. You could stare at her for hours, and you probably were because, at one point, Brock sat behind you to help you hold her up, noticing your arms start dropping.

In the comfortable silence, names flew around in your head, trying to see if any of them would stick with her. Brock was still sitting with you, looking down at her also thinking about names. Then, it was like a lightbulb went off, and the name you thought of was perfect. You were thinking that nothing else fit right, and this was meant to be her name. Brock caught onto the shift in your body posture as you pulled her closer to your body.

“Did you think of the name?” He whispered as he leaned his head onto your shoulder, tightening his hold around you and your daughter.

“Yeah, I did,” You said back just as quietly before turning away from her for the first time in forever to look at Brock. You muttered, “I think she looked like a Felony Purdy.”

“I swear if you’re serious,” He trailed off with a light laugh. “Please tell me you’re not serious.”

“No, I’m not. I’m just screwing with you,” You teased as you leaned back you bonk your head against his shoulder. “Can’t I make a joke?”

“I thought we were having a moment,” He laughed as he kissed your forehead.

“We are,” You pointed out before looking back down to your daughter. You smiled as you thought of the name again before looking back over to Brock seriously. “What about Emerson?”

“Emerson Y/n Purdy,” He said as if to test the name out before smiling wide. “I think it’s perfect. Just like you. Thank you for being the best partner and parent to our little Emerson.”

“Thank you for being the best partner and best supporter I could have during this journey,” You said sincerely. “And don’t worry, she will always be my little felony.”

“You know, some parents have cutsy names for their kids like munchkin, sugar bear, or ducky, but you want to nickname our daughter felony?” Brock replied in disbelief. 

“She needs to know what her almost-name was!”

~~~~~

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[imarvelatthestars]

Wild, Uncharted Waters

Pairings: 99 x ex-Jedi f!Reader, ft. the Domino twins & Rex

Warnings: description of battle scenes and character deaths, bittersweet ending; I didn't rewatch the episode, so I'm sure the scenes from the Battle are a little off.

Notes: title taken from the song of the same name on 'The Little Mermaid' soundtrack

Beautiful things are not allowed on Kamino. The food is dull and bland and taste more like paste than anything remotely edible. The weather is gloomy and aggressive more often than it is pleasant. The bounty hunters and various Mandalorians that have come to train the other clones are stern and stony faced, few of them care for the lives beneath them and even the ones that do care care very little. 99 does not expect beauty in his life, but that doesn't keep him from searching for it.

He sees it in his brothers every day - they never stop fighting, never give up. They're strong in heart and mind, as well as body, stronger than he's ever been. They're brave and brilliant and deadly. He wonders what it would be like to be that beautiful.

He sees it in the Jedi that come to visit, especially in Shaak Ti. She is a magnificent woman. 99 sees a wisdom in her that goes beyond anything he's ever experienced, he sees compassion and grace and power that could outmatch even the best bounty hunter, even the best clone. He wonders if anything could ever be as beautiful as she is.

And then he sees you. It's completely by chance. Civilians aren't usually allowed on Kamino, but you are and that fascinates him. He wants to know why and no one ever notices him anyway, not even the other brothers, so it's not hard to follow after you and your party and, well, snoop.

The Jedi are concerned about morale, they worry about the mental health of their troops in the face of so much violence and death. The Kaminoans aren't keen on outsiders interfering with their projects, but you and the Jedi both refuse to budge - the men need support and you're here to give it to them.

The only other humans he's seen are his brothers, not even the human Mandalorians show him their faces. But you - you're different. Your stature, your voice, your clothes, everything is so unlike the things that have shaped his reality. The only thing he finds even remotely similar is your eyes because they burn as brilliantly and impassionedly as every other clone's does.

99 wonders if anything could ever be as beautiful as you.

It's a blessing and a curse that the clones like you.

They don’t trust easily, you’d been told. They don’t like outsiders. They’re not like us. Be careful.

The commandos are the ones that fit that mold more than the rest, although there are a few that offer glimpses of something soft and gentle beneath their helmets. Like Darman and Scorch. Even with Niner and Fixer, you pick up on moments where you see how brilliantly they’d shine if they were anywhere else, if they could find themselves beyond the confines of being a killing machine.

But the other clones are relatively friendly and eager to talk with your staff. Some open up right away – Waxer comes to mind, Tup, Fives, and Echo, too, as well as many of the cadets. Others are more difficult, like Commander Wolffe and the men that make up his higher ranking officers. They’d apparently been through hell early in the war and lost too many brothers to count. They would need time. But they also had Master Plo on their side, so in a way they were better off than many other troopers.

The blessings come in knowing that you’re helping these men through their trauma. The curse comes in the pain their trauma comes drenched in. It rolls off of them in waves, pulsates through the Force until it hits you so strongly that it threatens to knock your feet out from under you. Their pain becomes yours – the blaster bolts whizzing past their heads, the gut-wrenching loss of every brother on the battlefield, the cruel words their trainers spit at them and the careless manner in which the Kaminoans regard them. And the pain burns. It fills your lungs like molten lava, lights your every nerve on fire until you can no longer see anything but the spotting edges of your blackened vision and you’re forced to confine yourself to your quarters and meditate the rage away.

This is why you left the Order in the first place. This is why you never received a Master. Your anger has always terrified you, your natural rage in the light of injustice has always threatened to overwhelm you. Seeing the injustice on Kamino is no different. You feel as if you’ll drown in your emotions. And it triggers every other negative emotion you’ve ever felt.

Her emotions control her, she does not control them. You can still hear Master Windu’s voice. You’d always admired him, always wondered if you could be good enough to be his Padawan one day. Impassioned, she is. Dangerous, these feelings. The Dark Side, I sense in her. It still stings, even half a decade later, to remember Master Yoda’s decision. We can’t. It goes against the Code. The fellow youngling you’d fallen in love with all those years ago. The guilt and betrayal you’d felt in your gut after being turned down. The disgust you’d felt with yourself for wanting to give in to your basest desires, your most human desires. Difficult, it will be. Easy, your path is not. The last piece of advice the Jedi had ever given you before you left for the Service Corps.

It all added up to one awful conclusion: you are not good enough and you will never measure up.

Your mind threatens to drag you to a dark place, you can sense the oncoming panic attack through the Force. And you’re too tired to fight it. You open yourself up to it when a sudden clattering of sharp, metallic sounds pierces through your withdrawal and you come blinking back into the present moment.

Your room is unlit, but there’s someone else in there with you. Not a danger, that much you can tell. Whoever it is, they seem panicked and… embarrassed?

“-rry. I’m so sorry, ma’am.” The distinct voice of a clone comes from the general direction of the pile of cleaning equipment on the floor. Strewn about in the open doorway. “My apologies.”

You’re quick to offer the clone a hand and pull him out of the rubbish, although you can’t make out any distinguishing features with how dark it still is. The light from the hall shows you that he’s shaved his head, but nothing else.

“Are you alright?”

He nods and starts picking up his things almost immediately. “Y-Yes, ma’am. I’m so sorry t’ disturb you. You and your friends are usually gone this time of day and-“

“It’s alright, trooper. I’m not upset.” You swipe away the remainder of your tears under the guise of itching your undereye. “Just taking a bit of a break. I think I overworked myself today.”

You half expect him to laugh at you. Compared to his job, yours looks like a piece of cake. Sitting around and listening to other people’s problems? Try getting shot at, civvie. But he doesn’t. In fact, he smiles so intensely that you can feel it in the Force.

“I’ll get goin’, then,” he rumbles with a quick pat on your hand. “Leave you to it.”

“You don’t have to,” you say before you can even think better about it. You’re not sure where the sudden desire for company comes from, but this clone’s presence is soothing. He feels kind. “You can stay. If you have work you need to do? I won’t get in your way.”

He considers this for a moment and you can sense his apprehension, but whatever it is giving him pause must be trivial because then he nods and agrees to stay. He moves awkwardly to the light panel on the wall, like he's limping, and it strikes you that his silhouette is distorted in the dark. Almost as if-

It takes you by surprise at first and you know it's plain on your face, but once you get over your shock, you offer the clone a full smile. He's nearly half a head shorter than the rest of his brothers, his skin unusually pale and blotchy, and his shoulders and back are severely misshapen. But the kindness you had sensed in him shines through in its fullness on his face, in his eyes. It nearly bows you over, like all the pain and trauma you pick up on from the other clones, but this time it's bright and carefree like a wave on a summer shore.

You stick your hand out and give your name. It's an offering and an apology.

His palm is clammy in yours, but his hands are large and broad. "I'm 99."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, 99."

And just like that, a small part of the darkness lurking in the depths of your mind dispels in his light. He's not like any man you've ever met.

Things come easy with 99. He makes you smile until your cheeks hurt and laugh until you're lightheaded. He shares his thoughts on all kind of things, the war, the Jedi, his brothers, the destiny he feels he missed out on by being born different. And you open up easily with him, as if he were the one sent to Kamino to ease your despair and not the other way around. You tell him about your early years in the Temple, the trials you failed and the Knight you longed to become, the anger and the love that overflowed from within you, holding you back. You find a kindred spirit. You hope he has too.

He works hard. Too hard. The Kaminoans don't treat him as well as they should, but then again, they don't treat any of the clones how they should. He's an outcast even among his brothers and there are few who pay him any attention. It would normally send you into a rage and a lot of the times it does, but there are moments where it doesn't. Like now. When he steals you away from your very serious job and your very serious co-workers to a secret spot in Tipoca City. He's only able to do this because he's so overlooked, but he doesn't let either of you dwell on it.

"Nobody else knows about this," he explains as he coaxes you down the rusted old tunnel leading from the inner city to the exterior. "I found it while I was cleaning one day."

"What... is it?"

"It's an old service hatch, mostly for external repairs, but no one uses it anymore."

You squeeze his hand. "Except you?"

He grins, and it makes your heart feel fuzzy. "Well, only sometimes. It's just up here, c'mon."

The hatch opens up to a small platform near the top of one of the highest levels in the city, no bigger than the space needed for a couple of workers. The air is cool and crisp and salty, but it's drier than the planet's been since you arrived due to Kamino experiencing its one sunny day of the year. Normally you'd consider an excursion like this too dangerous with the rain pouring down on the durasteel. Today, though, it's warm and only a little damp in the corners.

"What do you think? It's beautiful, isn't it?"

You can see everything in all directions up here. Not that there's much to see, it's all water, but he's right. With the sunshine filtering through the cloud cover and the wind whipping the sea into waves of sea foam, and with 99's face turned toward the sky, his eyes alight and sparkling, it is beautiful.

"How many of your brothers know about this? I'm surprised they haven't left any graffiti behind."

99 looks confused. "I've never told them. You're the first." And you choose not to read into the sudden flush in his cheeks.

"That's..." That's incredibly sweet of him, to trust you enough to share his best kept secret. "Thank you."

"It's nothing," he shrugs.

"No." Your hand finds his. "Thank you, 99. For sharing this with me. I'm honored."

"Oh, no. No, I should be the one who's honored. I don't deserve a friend like you."

Is he crazy? Of course he does! He deserves more than you could ever give him. "Don't say that," you urge as you turn so you're facing him properly. "You're the best person I know. I love-." The sentence sticks in your throat for some reason, though you're not entirely sure why. Like the thing you want to say isn't what your heart wants to say. But that's silly. "I love being your friend. And I love this. It's beautiful."

You're beautiful, you think when the sun hits his eyes just right. But that's not usually a thing that friends say, so you hold it in your heart instead. You wonder if anyone else could ever be as beautiful as him.

Unfortunately for you, you hear 501st trooper Fives before you see him. "Hey, there's my favorite civvie!" His mess kit goes clattering on the table with a raucous, metallic sound that hurts your ears, and then he's dropping heavy into the seat beside you. "You haven't been trying t' avoid me, have you?"

"Can you blame her?" Echo sits across from his brother with a sigh and a sympathetic glance turned your way.

You stifle a snort. "Hello to you too, Fives. Please, make yourself comfortable."

"Yeah, yeah, hello, all that nice crap. I saw you."

You and Echo exchange a look. "I see you too. Glad we have that covered."

But he shakes his hands as he frowns. "No no no. Yesterday. With 99," he adds with a sly little grin and a wink. "You've been holding out on me. I didn't know you liked the quiet ones."

It's a wonder he can't hear your kriffing heartbeat with how flustered you suddenly feel. Just what is he implying? How could he even think that you and 99...?

"We're just friends."

"Right, and my name's General Skywalker."

Fives is an idiot. He's always stirring up trouble, getting into things he shouldn't, cracking jokes and playing pranks. It stands to reason that this is just another one of his pranks. He's just trying to get a rise out of you since you're usually so professional, just teasing you because he can. But then why would he pick on 99, of all his brothers? How could he know how you really feel?

And that's the thought that terrifies you the moment you think it. Because you hadn't realized you felt any way about 99, let alone in the sort of way Fives is implying. It had just never occurred to you. He never showed any interest and you just wanted a friend, and it's not like you were looking for romance- not that you're feeling romance of any kind! Because you're not. 99 is your friend. He makes you laugh. He shines his light into your darkest shadows. He's strong and kind and so, so gentle. And... and...

You shove your elbow into the trooper's ribcage, knowing it won't do any damage but hoping he'll get the point. "Shut up, Fives."

He's grinning like a loth cat that got the cream. "I'm right, aren't I?" he hums with wiggling eyebrows.

"I'm feeding you to a bantha first chance I get."

He kicks Echo under the table. "Yeah. I'm always right when it comes to these things, eh vod?"

Echo hides his grin behind his fork. "Oh, shut up, Fives."

Kamino is the same as it always is the day of the attack. You're looking through your schedule to double check the list of troopers on your roster (and perhaps to ensure that you can still sneak away to visit 99 around lunch) when the entire city shakes. Earthquake is your first thought - that is, until you look out your window and see the waves crashing into the base of the city and you remember where you are. Then come the ripples in the Force.

Something is coming, something dark.

The rest is a blur. You're aware of more ripples, Jedi this time and the clones under their command, but you're also aware of all the death. It's everywhere. It's in the skies above and in the entire city, rocking the very foundations until you're half convinced it's going to fall into the ocean.

For a moment, you forget yourself and reach for your lightsaber, only to remember that it lies in the Jedi vaults. No matter. You can still help. You grab a blaster and a med pack, even though you're only marginally trained to use both, and you run where your gut tells you to go.

It's chaos. Droids and blaster fire and rain in your eyes, men screaming as they die with holes in their chests, every now and then the flash of a saber. It's war. You've sensed it in the words and whispers of memories drifting to you in the Force, but now you're living it and it's awful. You're paralyzed by the horror. A trooper shouts something in your direction just before an explosion knocks you off your feet.

Everything is both muted and strikingly louder than before. There's a ringing in your ears and your teeth hurt. The ocean is above you and the sky is below, there is nothing but the wind on your face and shrapnel in your legs. And then there is everything. The war comes rushing back. You land on hard duracrete, air pushed from your lungs and head spinning, and you can feel the lives around you flickering in and out as they're shot down.

This isn't right. None of this is right. You should be in your office with one of the troopers, maybe the one right in front of you, the one with the smoking blaster hole in his visor. You should be looking at your chrono double, triple checking how many hours you have until 99 takes you to another secret place he's carved out of Tipoca City's unforgiving walls.

99. Your stomach drops. Where's 99?

They say that a human can do incredible things under the influence of an adrenaline rush. A mother can lift an entire speeder to save her child, a soldier can endure endless kliks of physical labor and exhaustion to reach his target. A never-was Jedi can pull herself to her feet, bleeding and bruised, and cover the length of a city in half the usual time without feeling any of the durasteel embedded in her shins.

The Force, on the other hand, can do things just as incredible. It can overwhelm and overload, it can bring peace and healing, it can trigger anger and fear. It can zero in on a single heartbeat, a single signature, and it can track that heartbeat through a battlefield. It can give strength to the one who wields it, however unknowingly, a clarity so often chased after but never achieved.

You find that clarity in 99. In his smile, his voice, the terrible jokes he cracks and the way he hums to himself when he thinks he's alone. In the hideaways and the secret moments, the trading of sweets in the janitorial closet and the latest news reports from Coruscant in the mess hall. In the way he says your name. In the way that he's so beautiful and he doesn't even realize it. His heart. His heart is so...

It's choking. The heartbeat you're tracking, it's wrong. Something's wrong.

No. No no no no no, not 99.

The clarity of finding your purpose is replaced with the fog of rage. You can hardly see. Battle droids shoot at you, only to be crushed into distorted balls of metal. The city rumbles under your feet, you push yourself to run even faster. Clones are dying all around you. You only care about one.

The room you find yourself in is full of blaster smoke and lit solely in shades of red. A handful of cadets are scattered throughout, shadowed by their older brothers in their full armor, defeated droids at their feet. All you see is the body on the floor. The gangly limbs, the twisted spine, the man you...

Someone is calling your name, but you don't hear it. You can only hear your heartbeat and the blood thundering through your veins. You're on the ground, ripping bacta patches out of your pack and tearing them open with your teeth.

"Stay with me, 99. Stay with me."

Maker, his back is all singed. Droids can't feel pain, but in this moment you wish more than anything that they could. You'd bring them back to life and kill them all over again. You see red, and you're not sure if it's the emergency lighting or your hatred.

His shirt rips apart under your fingers as you poke and prod at his skin. The bacta's on but it's not working, you can feel it not working. Why isn't it working? You reach out through the Force, desperate, blind, crying, hoping.

His body is still warm. That's a good sign, right? But there's no life inside it. It's just an empty shell. Like the thing that's been living within it went out for a walk, it'll be back soon. Just a quick walk to enjoy the sunshine. That's all.

His spinal cord is severed. The Force doesn't tell you in words so much as it transfers this information into understanding. He can hear you, but he can't speak and he can't move. His lungs aren't working right. He's already got one foot in his grave. He's almost gone.

"I'm here," you say, but the voice doesn't sound like you. "Hold on, 99. Please. Just hold on, I..."

I can't lose you.

He's fading.

I just got to know you.

He's gone already.

I don't want to live this life without you.

You bow your head so your forehead touches his ear and your tears drip onto his face. "I love you."

It can't end like this. How can it end like this? How could the gentlest man in the universe deserve a death like this?

He died with honor, says the nothingness in your head. He died how he lived - in service of his brothers. Let him go.

You shake your head. "No."

"Hey." This voice is real, as real as the hand that settles on your shoulder. "He's gone, civvie."

"We lost a true soldier," says another voice. "He really was one of us," says another, but it's all so wrong. They speak with his voice and yet they're not him. His lungs draw no breath. His body remains still. "I can't believe he's dead."

There is no death, there is the Force.

You can't remember the last time you recited the Code. It's been years by now, years of agonizing over mistakes made and could-have-beens, years of wishing for things you will never have and things you have lost. Years of mourning and bitterness and fond recollection.

There is no chaos, there is harmony.

He calmed the storm that raged inside your head the first night you met. He saved you from yourself without even knowing it.

There is no passion, there is serenity.

You remember the day on the top of the city, the day the sun shone and 99 smiled and you thought he was beautiful.

There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.

You love him. You've always loved him. And you were always meant to come here. This was the way all along.

Something stirs in your fingertips.

There is no death, there is the Force.

You aren't letting him go, not so easily, not like this.

There is no death, there is the Force.

What soul you have is broken and weary, but it is determined. It reaches out into the space beyond space, into the void between atoms, between you and 99, between you and the universe. It tangles its tendrils around the fragile body in your arms, binds you together, binds you to the Force.

There is no death, there is only the Force.

Come back to me, you plead. Come back, 99.

It's quiet in the Force. Peaceful.

There is no death.

You can almost feel him. Drifting in the ether, content, asleep. He's so close.

There is only the Force.

"99." There are no words in the Force, but the idea is the same. You speak and he hears you. "Take my hand."

There aren't hands in the Force, either. Same general idea.

"Where are we going?" he asks, but his 'eyes' are closed. He's 'smiling'. You sense it.

"Home."

"I like it here," he says after a minute. "It's quiet. Can we stay for a while?"

You're crying. "You'll die."

"That's alright. I did my duty, didn't I? The boys. How are the boys? Did they make it out alive?"

"They're alive, 99," you sob, "but you're dead. Please. Please, just come back with me. I love you!"

He touches your face and warmth blossoms in your cheek, spreading quickly throughout your body until you've been warmed from head to toe. "Oh," he sighs so happily. "I love you, too. I'm glad I get to say it."

"You're saying goodbye. Don't say goodbye."

"You're beautiful, you know. I always thought so. As beautiful as the sunrise."

"So are you."

99 doesn't come back with you. His body is cold when you return to yourself. Fives is there to hold you, frozen though you are with shock, while Echo puts it upon himself to care for the body. The red lights have switched off and the room is a cool blue again. Everything hurts.

"We'll take whatever help we can get," says Rex, "but are you sure?"

You nod once. "I'm sure."

"You don't have to do this for him, you know."

"I'm not. This is what's right, you and I both know it." A flicker of icy blue-white catches your eye as you smile. "But honoring his memory is a nice bonus."

Rex nods in understanding. His eyes are heavier now, wearier and they crease easier. The war has not been kind to him, not even now that it's officially over.

"I'll go tell Echo. Thank you."

He clasps a hand on your shoulder before leaving. You turn to the figure shimmering into view on your right and smile. The figure smiles back, all lopsided and toothy. It's your favorite smile in the galaxy.

"I told you I'd find him. You owe me 10 credits."

99 just laughs as he settles on one of the nearby crates, his feet dangling over the floor. "I don't have any money."

You tsk. "What sort of date are you? You planning on paying me back?"

He pretends to think about it. "One day. A long time from now."

Your heart twinges. It always does with him. The pain of his death has lessened with time and with his memory, but it still stings when you recall just how far you still have to go to be with him again. It'll be alright, though. You're fighting for his brothers, just like he did, fighting injustice in the galaxy like you always wanted to.

"I look forward to it."

It's a long wait, but it's worth it.

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25 Days of Life Day: Day 7 - Light Displays with Niner

Summary: You and Niner go to a Life Day light display where he surprises you.

A/N: I just have a lot of feelings about Niner, it's not even funny. (Unfortunately, there's like zero pictures of him since he's in the Rep Comm books lol) Still love him though. ANYWAY, sorry this is so fucking late. I'm so irritated with myself for getting so behind. But I am DETERMINED to get caught up.

Niner had comm’d you early in the day to ask you to meet him at Laseema’s later. He hadn’t said much, just that he had something planned for tonight. Which is new because Niner wasn’t much of a planner. He’s just always so tired, he usually lets you take the reins on planning stuff. Not that you get a lot of time to do stuff. But you’re excited. 

When you arrive at Laseema’s, Niner is nowhere in sight nor do you sense him. But Laseema answers the door, excited nonetheless.

“Hi, Seema.” You greet her, breathless when she practically yanks you into the apartment that Kal Skirata had given her in return for her help from time to time. 

And by fate, she and Atin met and fell in love. They’re supposed to get married after the war, and you couldn’t be more happy for the pair. 

“I have a surprise for you. And you can’t say no.” She points at you. “Okay?”

“O…kay?” You reply, suspiciously.

The sweet blue Twi’lek lets out an excited squeal and disappears to her bedroom, returning a moment later holding a grey garment bag, hanging it on the. 

“What’s this?” You ask her, a warm smile on your face as you start to pull the zip down.

“A gift for Life Day and also something for you to wear tonight because no offense, you can’t wear your Jedi robes. You’ll stick out too much.” She tells you, honestly.

You nod in agreement. “You have a point. What’s Niner wearing?” 

“Not his commando armor. That’s for sure.” She laughs. 

You chuckle with her and then pull open the garment bag, a small sharp gasp coming from your lips when you’re met with a gorgeous silky green long sleeved dress. Looking up at Laseema with stars in your eyes, you find yourself choked up.

“Go. Put it on.” Laseema ushers you to the bathroom.

She stands in the doorway talking to you about something that Atin did for her for Life Day but once you put the dress on, she stops talking.

“You look radiant in green.” She hugs you, unable to help herself. 

“I couldn’t agree more.” Niner’s voice is behind her in the living room and she moves out of the way so you can see each other better. 

He’s wearing really nice slacks and a green collared shirt. 

“Are we matching on purpose?” You ask, playfully suspicious. 

He grins. “Maybe.” 

“Hold on.” Laseema puts up a hand and then grabs her makeup kit so she can put a little bit of shadow on your eyelids, then some sort of eyelash enhancer, and then lastly puts a little bit of color on your lips. 

You look in the mirror and you can’t help but smile softly. You feel pretty. As a Jedi, you’re taught to not give into such shallow thoughts or to care about appearances. But you can’t help it. You feel pretty. 

“Look at you, cyar’ika.” Niner whistles. 

You go warm in the face and grin at him as you walk to him, kissing him. He feels the green silk under his fingers and looks you up and down again. 

“Wow.” He shakes his head, unable to believe that you’re all his.

“Stop.” You laugh. “Are you ready? Where are we going?” 

“It’s a surprise.” He offers his arm and you take it. “Thank you, Laseema.”

Laseema throws you a wink and you wave as you head back out the door and down to a speeder cab waiting for the two of you. 

“No hints or anything, huh?” You tease. “Nope.” His large hand settles on your thigh, pushing the edge of your dress up a little bit, setting your skin on fire.

The whole ride, you seemingly can’t take your eyes off of his hand as he lightly massages your thigh. When the speeder comes to a stop, you’re broken out of a trance when Niner tells you that you’ve arrived at your destination. When you get out, you see that you’re at the entrance of some sort of Light Display in the park. You didn’t know this was here on Coruscant… It’s so beautiful… 

“Wow…” You whisper as Niner takes your hand and starts leading you down the pathway. 

“I know.” Niner grins. 

The lights twinkle and flash as you start walking through the pathway. When you look to your left, you see lots of light displays in the shapes of cityscapes, which you assume is to show that it’s Coruscant. It’s perhaps even lovelier than the sight of Galactic City itself. 

“Do you know what I thought of you the moment I met you?” Niner asks you, randomly. 

“That I was annoying and you couldn’t wait to never see me again?” You grin. 

You sense nervousness within him. It’s not a feeling you sense in him often. He’s usually very sure of his actions and decisions. So this… worries you only slightly.

He chuckles and teases back. “That’s one way of putting it.”

You laugh and lean against him even more. “What did you think of me, my love?” 

“I thought, and still do of course, that you were the most beautiful, kind hearted person I’d ever met. It scared me, you know… How quick and hard I fell for you.” He admits. “The moment we left you, I wanted so badly to turn back around and go back for you… to ask you to join our squad permanently… or be with us more often. I think the boys knew that. They’d bring you up a lot so that I’d have a reason to talk about you.” 

You smile to yourself as you look at the lights while walking, letting Niner tell you things he’s never really told you before.

“We were on some Maker-forsaken backwater planet and it genuinely randomly dawned on me that I was in love with you. I said it out loud and the guys all said something to the extent of ‘No osik’ or ‘Obviously’.” He chuckles. 

You know it was Fi that probably said “No osik” and Darman who said “Obviously”. 

“I love you, cyar’ika.” He stops you when you come to a fork in the path, both ways leading to extravagant and bright light displays so you feel like you’re glowing underneath all of these lights. 

You look up into Niner’s warm brown eyes and see the sparkles of lights dancing in his eyes. “I love you too.” 

“No… I…” He glances around before getting down on one knee, pulling a small black box out from his back pocket and opening it, revealing a small intricate green stone on a band. “I love you. I want to spend the rest of what short life I have, with you. I know it’s probably impossible with you and the Order… but I-”

“Yes.” You grin, cutting him off. 

“Y-yes?” He looks up at you with wide, childlike wonder.

“Yes.” You nod, kneeling down to throw your arms around him and kiss him. “Yes, yes, yes.” 

He kisses you back passionately, hungrily, like he couldn’t possibly get enough of you. You suppose he can’t, if he’s asking you to marry him. To spend the rest of his life with him. 

Niner slips the ring on your finger and you both stand up, embracing for what seems like an hour. You can’t stop looking at the ring. It’s beyond beautiful. How he came by this, you’re not sure because clones don’t get paid…

As if he can read your mind, he speaks up. “It was a… gift… from Sergeant Vau… something about how it used to belong to his mother. He gave it to me to give to you.” 

“It’s lovely.” You kiss him again. “Thank you.”

“Thank you for saying yes.” He grins. 

There’s still a lot of kinks to work out in this marital plan, but you know that you and Niner can overcome anything. Plus, who knew he was such a romantic? 

“Did she say yes?!” You hear a distant shout and look up to see the rest of Omega squad standing at the end of the pathway.

“She did!” Niner calls back, exasperated but proud. Fi, Darman, Etain, Atin, and Laseema cheer for the two of you. Of course they’d be here in support of their vod. You’d expect nothing less from this family. You’re just grateful to be a part of it.

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