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Congrats on the followers id yet again like to throw in another request please?

growing up I had difficult with reading or learning to read in general. I was wondering if you could come up with a slight angsty and fluffy fic of tech trying to teach reader (fem) to read? Maybe he’s not patient, makes a very tech-like comment that reader overhears that upsets her which sucks because she really likes tech? ❤️ thank u ☺️

🌊 Reading Between the Lines

🫧 Pairings: Tech X Female Reader

🫧 word count: 6.1k

🫧 Plot: When Tech finds out you’re unable to read, he makes it his job to teach you. But after a comment to Echo, you think maybe he’s not the teacher for you.

🫧 Warnings: Safe for work, fluff and angst. Female reader, reader is unable to read. Tech makes accidental inconsiderate comments, comfort, play fighting, omega playing match maker, idiots in love trope, first kiss, reconciliation.

🫧: authors note: thank you @forbiddenwaves for this request and the kind words. Thanks for messaging me so we can work on this togther too. Enjoy 🤍

“Now, attempt the next word.”

You stared down at the datapad, the symbols swimming on the screen under the shadow of Tech’s tall frame. The sun beat down on your shoulders, and you bit the inside of your cheek, determined not to get this one wrong.

“Erm…”

“That is incorrect,” he stated before you could even finish.

Your brows furrowed. “I haven’t given you an answer yet,” you muttered, sharper than you intended. “It’s… con… cot…”

“Corellia,” Omega suddenly answered cheerfully from your other side as she bounds over.

You slumped with a groan, just as Tech gave a frustrated exhale.

“Omega,” he said, tone reproachful, “if you provide the answer, she will not learn.”

Omega winced, looking between the two of you with a sheepish shrug. “Sorry,” she said, eyes softening as they met yours.

“It’s alright,” you sighed in defeat. “I think I’m done for today. Besides, we’ve got to help the locals soon. That is why we’re on this rock after all.”

Tech folded his arms across his chest, expression unreadable behind his goggles. “We’ve scarcely covered anything of substance.”

“It’s been almost two hours,” you pointed out, rising from the crate you’d been sitting on, legs stiff. You turned to face him, half your features obscured by the harsh sunlight. “I need a break.”

He didn’t argue, but the way he took the datapad back from your hands with just a bit too much stiffness told you he wasn’t thrilled. “Very well. We’ll resume this evening.” Then, turning to Omega: “And I would appreciate no further interruptions.”

She nodded silently.

As Tech strode toward the ship’s gangplank, Omega reached for your hand, giving it a small, reassuring squeeze. “Hey, you got the first two letters right. That’s progress!”

From halfway up the ramp, Tech’s voice floated back over his shoulder. “Technically, it is not. Especially considering we’ve made no discernible advancement in two full rotations. And the fact that we just returned from a mission on Corellia should have made that word obvious.”

Then he disappeared into the ship.

You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t. Not unless you wanted to cry out of embarrassment.

Tech didn’t mean to be cruel because that isn’t in his nature. But he didn’t realise how much weight his words carried and how easily they upset you.

Omega was still watching you, lips pressed into a tight, worried line. “You’ll get there,” she said gently. “It takes time, that’s all.”

You exhaled slowly, wiping the back of your neck, now sticky with sweat and heat. “Maybe. But right now… it’s not looking great.”

It had been Tech’s idea to take on the responsibility of teaching you like it was a personal mission ever since the squad had learned that reading Basic wasn’t just a struggle for you, but a near impossibility.

Though, Wrecker and Echo did tell you that they were impressed since it never hindered any mission and they never noticed it being an issue for you.

At first, you were excited. One being that you could finally be able to read a sentence clearly for once by being taught by a complete brain-whizz and two, getting to spend some one on one time with Tech. Because well… you liked him. A lot. You had welcomed the chance to be near him, maybe even impress him.

But now? Now you just felt like dead weight.

These lessons had been going on for a while now and every time you thought you were making progress, he corrected you. When you think you have gotten the hang of it, your hope is snapped like a thin wire. And even though his tone was rarely harsh, the impact landed just the same.

You weren’t sure how much more of it you could take before you self imploded.

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When a few hours had passed and you were covered in dried mud, scraped hands and aching shoulders. Just a small testament to the day’s work. The mudslide had hit the outskirts of the local settlement hard. Homes had caved in, supplies were lost. You, Hunter, Wrecker, and Omega had been on the ground all afternoon, helping wherever you could.

And for a little while, it had helped. Being useful. Doing something physical. Something that didn’t require datapads or deciphering Tech’s disappointment.

Wanting nothing more than to jump onto the Marauder to have a wash, as you climbed the Marauder’s gangplank with your limbs heavy and clothes still damp, the sound of your name halted you just short of the open doorway.

“She’s trying, Tech,” Echo said from inside, his voice low but firm. “I don’t think you realise how hard this is for her.”

“I am aware,” Tech replied curtly. “But effort without measurable progress doesn’t change the result. If she cannot fathom basic reading material after this long, I fail to see the point in continuing the same method.”

Echo exhaled, clearly trying to keep his patience.

There was a pause, and then Tech added:

“I don’t understand how someone who can’t read was cleared to be in this squad. It’s inefficient.”

You didn’t stay to hear more.

Your hands clenched into fists at your sides, your breath sharp in your throat. Before you could stop yourself, you reached out and grabbed a datapad left near the hatch—someone’s, anyone’s—and turned sharply on your heel, boots pounding against the ramp as you vanished.

Inside the Marauder, Echo’s head turned toward the hatch, catching the blur of movement just as it disappeared.

He frowned. “Was that—?”

“Likely Omega,” Tech said without looking up from his datapad.

Echo didn’t answer. He stared at the doorway a moment longer with a small sliver of doubt.

Then he reached over and plucked the datapad from Tech’s hands.

“There’s nothing wrong with the material,” Tech started, instinctively straightening. “It’s relevant—”

Echo held the pad up and squinted at the screen. “You gave her an economics summary on Corellia’s supply line recovery?”

Tech blinked. “It’s context-based learning. The vocabulary is advanced but rooted in familiar scenarios. Planet names, trade metrics…”

Echo cut him off, reading aloud in a dry tone:

‘Blah, blah, blah… Corellia’s industrial sectors yielded a net increase of 17.3% in hyperlane freight throughput.’

He looked at Tech. “You do remember she’s a beginner, right?”

Tech’s jaw twitched. “Comprehension improves when one is challenged. It’s a proven learning model.”

Echo just stared at him, then gave a slow, knowing smile. “Right. You’re not making it harder so you get more time alone with her or anything.”

Tech shot him a glance. “That’s not what this is.”

“Mm-hmm.” Echo folded his arms. “Just a coincidence you give her material most cadets wouldn’t see until advanced training. And you happen to offer to teach it… one-on-one.”

Tech didn’t answer. Didn’t rise to the bait. But he also didn’t correct him.

You wandered until the forest opened up into a small clearing just outside the village, where a fallen tree had settled along the edge like a broken bench. The air was still, heavy with the scent of wet ground and crushed foliage. You dropped onto the moss-covered trunk, the datapad still clutched in your hand.

For a moment, you just stared at it—its dull, lifeless screen reflecting your muddied reflection back at you. You pressed the activation switch, but the interface was already unlocked. Swiping clumsily, you tried to navigate to something, anything. Maybe one of those Corellian reports Tech was so convinced would teach you context. But the layout made no sense.

Your thumb hovered. You tapped wrong. Backed out. Tried again.

Nothing worked.

And with every failure, that old, tight feeling started rising in your throat like a scream.

Calm down. It’s just a datapad. It’s fine.

But your hands were shaking now, the letters blurring into meaningless shapes.

You grit your teeth, jabbed the screen once more and when it brought up another menu you didn’t know, you let out a rough breath and flung the datapad down into the grass with a thud.

Slumping off the log, you slid to the ground and pulled your knees up to your chest, resting your forehead against them. You didn’t cry. Not really. But your eyes stung. Your chest ached. You were so tired of trying. So tired of hoping and for what? To be called inefficient?

Minutes passed. Then, from somewhere beyond the trees, you heard your name being called.

Your stomach twisted. You knew that voice.

You inhaled slowly through your nose, forcing down the storm of frustration that still bubbled beneath your ribs. You didn’t want to talk to him but you figured that avoiding him now would only make things worse.

“I’m over here, Tech,” you called out, keeping your voice level.

He appeared between the trees moments later, his eyes scanned the clearing until they landed on you, standing now beside the log.

“You wandered off,” he observed plainly. “Omega was not certain where you’d gone.”

“I needed some air,” you said, trying to keep your tone casual.

He took a step closer. “Are you ready for your lesson?”

Your gaze dropped to the ground. “I’m… I don’t want to do another one today.”

Tech blinked, thumb pressing beneath his chin in that thoughtful way he always did when evaluating something... or someone. “Lack of practice results in insufficient performance.”

“Yeah, I get it.” You rubbed your arm, eyes narrowing slightly. “I’m not in the mood to do anything else today. I’m… tired.”

He studied you, his brow furrowing faintly. “I suppose that is reasonable. You were engaged in extensive manual labor for most of the day. Very well. We will resume tomorrow.”

He turned to go but you spoke up, “I don’t want to do it tomorrow either.”

He paused mid-step, looking over his shoulder at you, an eyebrow raised. “And why are you putting off your studies?”

You opened your mouth, then closed it again. You wanted to tell him. Wanted to throw his words back at him, cut him open like he’d done to you without even knowing. But what was the point?

“I just need a break,” you said instead, keeping your voice even as you play with your fingers.

“We have plenty of free time to continue—”

“I said I wanted a break, Tech,” you snapped, your arms folding tightly across your chest. Your shoulders stiffened as every nerve seemed to buzz.

He blinked again, head tilting slightly. “Your tone suggests there is something else bothering you.”

You looked away, lips tight. “Or someone,” you muttered under your breath.

“What was that?”

“I’m going for a wash,” you said instead, ducking down and snatching up the datapad you’d discarded. You moved to step over the fallen log and held it out to him without looking.

He took it from your hand, confusion still etched into his features. “Were you just using this?”

You let out a tired sigh. “Tried to.”

The next morning passed slowly, the heat thick and relentless even in the early hours. Yourself and the others helped out in the village again —carrying supplies, sorting debris, fetching water—but your heart wasn’t in it today. Your hands worked on muscle memory whilst your mind is elsewhere.

You’d been quiet. Too quiet, apparently because Omega had noticed.

You were sitting beneath a large tree at the edge of the village, the sun flickering through its canopy, offering shade as a gentle breeze stirred the leaves. You were tracing random patterns into the dust with the toe of your boot when Omega plopped down beside you.

She offered a bright smile, hugging her knees to her chest. “Feels nice to be helping people, huh?”

You nodded in reply, smiling faintly. “Yeah.”

She watched you for a moment, rocking slightly as she stared out at the village. “You seem kinda quiet today.”

You shrugged, trying to play it off. “Just tired.”

Omega leaned her shoulder into yours, playfully and soft. “You didn’t even complain when Wrecker gave you that heavy crate. That’s how I really knew something was up.”

That got a small chuckle out of you.

She tilted her head. “You and Tech didn’t do your lesson this morning.”

You grimaced before you could stop yourself. “I don’t want to do them anymore.”

Her brows knitted. “Why not? You were doing good yesterday. You almost had Corellia right!”

You stared down at your hands, fingers fiddling with a loose thread on your shirt. “I just… I don’t think I can learn from him.”

Omega blinked, surprised. “Did you tell him that?”

You gave a little shrug, not looking at her. “Not really.”

She fell silent for a moment, thinking. Then, in a hopeful voice, she offered, “Maybe I could help?”

You looked up at her, surprised. “You?”

She nodded eagerly. “Why not? You already got the first letters down before I ruined it yesterday.” She says, “And I bet I could make it more fun than Tech.”

You hesitated at first but truthfully, it was the first time since yesterday you didn’t feel like a complete failure. Omega’s eyes were wide with hope and something that felt a lot like belief.

You smiled, a little uncertain, but it reached your eyes. “Alright. Let’s try it.”

“Great! Stay here!” She shot to her feet before you could ask what she needed.

You expected her to run into the Marauder for a datapad but instead, she ducked underneath the ship’s hull and rummaged around in the loose red soil.

A moment later, she returned triumphantly holding a thick, crooked stick like it was a prized trophy.

“No screens today,” she grinned, “just dirt!”

She crouched low beside you, and with one sweep of her hand, cleared a wide patch of dust between you. Then, with careful, deliberate strokes, she began to write out the alphabet.

“You ready?” she asked, smiling up at you.

You nodded and leaned in beside her, cross-legged.

“Okay. Repeat after me.” She tapped each letter as she said it aloud, slow and clear:

“A… B… C…”

You followed, stumbling a few times, but she didn’t mind. She would just start the whole thing over, patient and gentle. You did it again. And again.

And again.

And again….

Then she covered some of the letters with her hand and pointed to a random one. “What’s this one?”

You hesitated. “Uh… F?”

She shook her head. “Try again.”

You frowned, staring at the rest of the row, mentally replaying her voice in your head. “...G?”

“Yes!” She beamed. “Now this one?”

You pointed. “P?”

She giggled. “That’s a Q. Close though!”

With every repetition, you felt something shift. Like you were actually getting the hang of it.

You started getting more right. You hesitated less. By the time you went through the whole alphabet again, she sat back with a triumphant smile.

“Alright,” she grinned, handing you the stick. “Your turn.”

You blinked. “Huh?”

“I want you to write my name.”

You laughed nervously. “Omega?”

“Yup! Easy, right?”

“Uh… sure.” You crouched again, stick poised awkwardly in your hand. “Okay… O.”

“Perfect!”

“...M.”

She paused. “Hmm…”

You glanced up as she was pulling a face, lips squished to the side with one eyebrow raised. A funny way to say ‘try again’ without being harsh.

You looked back at the row of letters, furrowing your brow. “Wait… no. That’s N. This is M.”

You corrected yourself and carved it into the dirt.

“Nice!” she beamed. “Keep going!”

It took a few minutes, a few wrong turns, but eventually, you finished all five letters.

“O-M-E-G-A.”

She stared at the letters in the dirt, then at you with wide-eyed glee.

“You did it!”

You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face. Not forced. Not faked. Just real, honest pride.

“Yeah,” you whisper, sitting back. “Guess I did.”

Over the next few days, Tech noticed a pattern.

Every time he approached you about resuming your lessons, you deflected. A quick, polite excuse here. A firm “not today” there. Sometimes you didn’t even look at him when you said it.

At first, he chalked it up to fatigue. You’d been helping the villagers every day; moving debris, rebuilding homes, lifting spirits. But then he started noticing something else.

You were still learning. Just not with him.

From a distance, he saw you under the same wide tree where Omega first brought the stick and drew the letters in the dirt. She was sitting beside you, her arms moving in animated gestures as she pointed at something in the soil. You were watching her, laughing. Your smile was so bright it nearly startled him.

He tilted his head, hands folded behind his back as he watched the exchange from across the field. You used to smile during his lessons too. The first day, you’d grinned when you got your first word right.

He remembered it well.

In fact… he had the recording saved. Privately.

He’d downloaded the footage from his goggles later that night, under the guise of reviewing your reading pattern. But really, he’d wanted to see your smile again. The way your eyes lit up, the little wrinkle in your nose when you laughed.

But slowly, through each lesson, that smile faded. Replaced by hesitation. Then frustration. Then silence.

And now you were smiling again. Just not at him.

That afternoon, while you were away with Hunter and Echo, Tech approached Omega, who was fiddling with the stabiliser plate under the Marauder’s wing.

“May I speak with you for a moment?”

Omega blinked up at him, wiping a bit of grease from her cheek. “Sure!”

He adjusted his goggles. “It’s about her… reading progress. Has she been improving?”

Omega lit up. “Oh yeah! She’s doing so well. She even wrote my name in the dirt without help the other day!”

He nodded slowly, filing away the information. “I see. That is… impressive.”

Omega tilted her head then shrugged. “She said she might try reading a ration label next.”

Tech blinked. “Ration labels?”

“Yep! Said she wants to know what she’s eating before Wrecker makes her try it.” She giggled, then paused. “Why? You don’t think she can learn from me?”

“I did not say that,” he replied quickly, perhaps a bit too stiffly. “I merely did not know what… qualities you might offer that I lacked.”

Omega gave him a long look, then shrugged. “I guess I’m just more fun than you.”

Tech frowned. “Most likely.”

She smirked, but then the teasing faded, and she turned more serious. “She didn’t stop lessons with you because she doesn’t want to learn. She just… got upset.”

Tech’s brows drew together. “Upset? With me?”

Omega nodded, biting her lip. “She told me that she heard something. Well, she overheard you. You were on the ship talking to Echo about her.”

Tech’s mind reeled back. He’d said many things to Echo over the course of those conversations—some blunt, some logical, most private. “I did not say anything bad.”

Omega gave him a tight look. “You told me that she heard you say that it was ‘inefficient’ for her to be on the team because she couldn’t read.”

Tech opened his mouth, paused, then exhaled sharply.

“Ah,” he said at last. Perhaps that came out harsher than he intended.

He hadn’t yelled at you. He hadn’t scolded you. He never once implied you weren’t trying. But now, playing back through someone else’s voice, his words sounded callous.

Omega watched his face, seeing the moment it clicked.

“If it makes you feel better,” Omega started softly, “She doesn’t think you meant it, but it still hurt her. That’s why she’s been sad.”

Tech’s voice was quiet. “I see.”

Omega studied him for a beat. “You really didn’t mean it?”

He hesitated but only for a moment. “No,” he said sincerely. “I believe I was frustrated with myself. Not her. And the lesson was overly advanced. Echo pointed that out.”

Tech sighed through his nose, adjusting his gloves. “I believe I may have allowed my feelings to affect my judgment.”

Omega looks startled. “Your feelings?” She teased.

He looked away. “It is irrelevant.”

But Omega was already grinning. “You like her.”

He adjusted his goggles again, silent but not dismissive.

“I knew it.”

Tech rolled his eyes but then a thought clicked. “Did she inform you of anything else she heard? Possibly regarding my… feelings?”

Omega shook her head, “Nope, but maybe you should speak to her about that to her face.”

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You sat by the old log again, your knees tucked up loosely and your fingers picking at a loose thread on your pants. The sun had started to shift, casting longer shadows across the clearing. Omega was supposed to meet you soon and today's lesson would be under the trees for a change of scenery. Actually she was the one who suggested it, thinking you might like some quiet after spending so much time helping the villagers.

A twig snapped in the distance, and you smiled softly. "Omega?" you called, turning your head toward the sound.

But when the figure stepped through the trees, your breath caught in your throat.

It wasn’t Omega. It was Tech.

He moved towards you, eyes scanning the area until they landed on you. His expression was neutral and composed. Then, you swear that his gaze softened.

You scrambled to your feet, trying to act casual even as your stomach twisted. “Oh—uh, is Hunter looking for me? Do I need to head back to the village?”

Tech shook his head, stopping a few feet from you. “No. The situation there is under control. Echo and Wrecker are assisting, and Omega is occupied with another matter.”

You hesitated. “…So… you’re here instead of her?”

“Yes,” he said plainly. “I thought it appropriate that we talk, also.”

Your stomach sank a little, and you dropped your gaze to your boots, toeing the dirt. “I, um… I’m sorry I didn’t come and tell you I was dropping your lessons.”

“There is no need to apologise,” he replied, his voice measured but… gentler than you expected. “In retrospect, I recognise that my methods were poorly suited to your learning stage. I attempted to teach you material that was far too advanced, and for that, I take full responsibility.”

You looked up slowly, your throat a little tight. “I don’t think I’m ready now either,” you admitted, your voice low.

“That’s perfectly alright,” Tech said simply. “I did not come to resume formal instruction. I only wish to observe what Omega has already taught you.”

You tilted your head slightly, studying him. His shoulders weren’t tense, and there was no datapad in his hands. He looked reasonably patient which wasn’t what you had been used to.

You still hesitated. But then, he smiled and Maker, your knees almost crumbled beneath you. Curse him for being annoyingly adorable.

“S-sure,” you stammered eventually, barely managing a nod.

He stepped forward and sat beside the log without another word, resting his arms on his knees. You sat back down with him and instinctively held your hand out, ready to ask for the datapad, but Tech gently shook his head.

“Omega mentioned that using the ground has helped you more visually. I see no reason to change a method that has been working.”

You blinked at him, genuinely surprised. “You’re… being very lenient.”

“I’m being adaptable,” he corrected, though the corners of his mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile again.

You couldn’t help but return a small one of your own. “Alright… what would you like me to do?”

Tech reached into one of his belt pouches and pulled out a long, clean stick—clearly chosen specifically for this.

“Please write out the basic alphabet for me,” he said, offering it to you.

You took it and then you turned toward the dirt, drew a steadying breath, before lowering the stick.

Crouched beside the alphabet you'd just drawn in the dirt, Tech had his hands loosely clasped together. He said nothing as you finished the last letter, and though a part of you itched for his input, he simply observed in silence.

You weren’t sure if that was better or worse.

After a moment, he reached into one of his belt pouches again and carefully pulled out a folded stack of flimsi. “Omega prepared some simple quotes,” he explained. “Short phrases. Easier to process at this stage than full documents.”

He handed them over, and you took them carefully, the thin sheets a little crinkled at the edges from being carried around. You glanced down.

The first said: “Wrecker is loud.”

You gave a small huff through your nose.

The second: “Hunter smells like the forest.”

You smiled faintly. You could hear Omega’s voice in your head. As you read them out, slowly but surely, you see Tech nodding beside you with each word you get right.

The third said: “The moon is big.”

Tech, predictably, cleared his throat. “Technically, that is a misleading generalisation. There are thousands of celestial bodies classified as moons, and their size varies depending on the system. Some are smaller than a standard transport—”

You didn’t look up, but your smile widened all the same. You could practically feel the lecture coming.

You kept reading, fumbling only on a couple of the trickier words. The pace was slow, but steady. You were halfway through the last sheet when Tech said, quite suddenly:

“I’m impressed.”

You paused.

Your eyes stayed on the flimsi, but your expression changed. His voice had been gentle, even sincere—but for some reason… it didn’t land the way it used to. Not like before, when any praise from Tech would have lit you up inside.

You slowly lowered the flimsi. “You don’t have to lie to me,” you murmured.

Tech tilted his head slightly, brows drawing together. “I am not lying. I am genuinely impressed by how quickly you’ve picked up the basics. Your progress is tangible.”

But still, you didn’t look up. The compliment just didn’t feel real. Or maybe it felt too late.

There was a long pause before he spoke again.

“It has come to my attention,” he begins carefully, “that you may have overheard a conversation I had with Echo… a few days ago.”

You went still. Your grip on the flimsi tightened slightly. It was not something you wanted to talk about but supposedly getting it out in the open was better than letting it tear you up inside. And judging by Tech’s quieter approach, it was tearing him up too.

You gave a single nod, still not meeting his gaze. “I don’t want to be inefficient to you.”

Tech didn’t respond right away.

Instead, you felt the flimsi gently slip from your hand. He set them then shifted, turning his body slightly more toward you.

You let out a slight exhale when you felt his hand brush against your wrist. Just a light, uncertain touch that was enough to draw your attention.

You turned toward him slowly, sitting up straighter.

“Your strength,” he utters quietly, “has never been in what you already know… but in how determined you are to learn. That’s something even I struggle with.”

You stared at him, lips parted slightly. Your cheeks prickled with heat at the unexpected praise. He didn’t sound like he was saying it just to fix things, he genuinely meant it. “And I am sorry for what you heard. I often say things without thinking of the possible repercussions.

“…Thank you,” you reply softly, voice barely louder than the breeze through the trees.

Tech’s hand withdrew from your wrist, but his gaze lingered, as if searching your expression for more unspoken feelings. After a moment, he cleared his throat gently and adjusted his posture.

“Would you like to resume your lessons with me?” he asked.

You looked at him, your heart still thudding a little too hard. But this time, the words came easily, bright with something lighter than before.

“Yes,” you say quickly, with more eagerness than you meant to let on. “I—I’d like that.”

A flicker of something passed over Tech’s face. Maybe relief. He reached beside him and picked up the remaining flimsis from the small stack, selecting a fresh one before handing it over to you.

“Then let us continue,” he said, voice returning to that familiar cadence you knew; firm, but encouraging.

You straightened up and took the flimsi with both hands, your eyes scanning the first line.

“Wrecker… eats… all… the rations.”

Tech gave a soft snort. “That one may be based on an actual occurrence.”

You smiled and read on. The next was simple too, and the one after that. Occasionally, you stumbled. When you did, Tech didn’t chide—he simply leaned in, pointing softly to the word with a gloved fingertip, his voice low and patient.

“Try this syllable first—yes, exactly. Now the next.”

You did your best to focus on the letters but it was difficult. When he leaned that close, all cognitive thinking was out of the window. His shoulder brushed yours now and then and you could smell the faint metallic tang of his gear, mixed with the sharp scent of oil and a tinge of light sweat. However there was something else entirely him. Every time he moved nearer, your stomach fluttered like a startled flock of birds.

You were just getting into a good rhythm when you picked up the next flimsi from the pile. you could tell even before you started reading that this one was Omega’s doing.

Still, you gave it your best shot.

“Tech… has… fe-…”

You frowned, squinting at the next letters.

“Fe-el… fe-lin… no—”

Your voice trailed off as Tech suddenly reached forward and plucked the flimsi right from your hands, holding it out of view with alarmingly fast reflexes.

“That one,” he said stiffly, “was a mistake. Omega must have included it by error.”

You blinked at him. “I was just starting to get it. I saw both our names.”

He faltered. “Yes, well. She must have been… testing your recognition skills.”

Your frown deepened as you leaned slightly, trying to peer around his shoulder. “What did it say? I recognised ‘Tech’ and my name. But not the rest.”

He looked mildly horrified, holding the flimsi higher as if you might leap up and grab it. “It was… structurally inconsistent.”

“…With what?”

“With the lesson plan.”

You raised an eyebrow, slowly. “So it didn’t not say something?”

Tech cleared his throat, looking up at the sky as though he might find a convenient distraction there. “We should return to the prior reading. I believe you were progressing well.”

Your lips twitched. Despite the warm burn in your cheeks and the racing questions spinning in your head, a flicker of amusement bloomed in your chest. Because Tech was very clearly flustered.

And for once, you weren’t the only one stumbling over your words.

“I believe we should return to the lesson,” Tech resumes, voice slightly higher than usual as a flush creeps up his neck.

You bit your tongue on a grin, letting him have the diversion. For now.

“Fine. But I’ve been struggling with something.”

Tech adjusted his goggles, “Yes?”

“It’s the ‘oo’ sounds,” you said, fiddling with the stick in your hand. “Like… how do I know if it’s pronounced like in ‘book’ or ‘moon’? They look the same to me.”

“Ah,” Tech said, pleased to be back in familiar territory. “That is a very common challenge, even for native speakers of Basic. It is primarily about memorisation, but there are contextual cues…”

He gestured as he spoke, one hand drawing invisible words in the air, the other occasionally flicking toward the dusty alphabet he'd helped you draw earlier. His brow creased adorably in concentration, and it was then that you realised you’d stopped listening to the explanation. Completely.

You were watching him . Watching the way he talked, how his whole body became animated with his words.

It hit you all at once. That same warm flutter you’d felt during your very first lesson with him. When it was just you, and him, and a thousand ways he accidentally made your heart beat faster.

“Tech,” you cut in suddenly, blinking yourself back to focus. “What did Omega write?”

His hand froze mid-gesture. Slowly, his eyes widened behind his goggles. “I… do not believe that is relevant to the lesson.”

Your eyes narrowed with a teasing smirk. “That wasn’t a no.”

He shuffled slightly, edging away as if he was guilty of something.

That was all the confirmation you needed.

You lunged.

He yelped in a surprised sort of way as you dove over his lap, trying to reach the hidden flimsi. “This is not going to help with your literacy!” he protested, trying to fend you off with one arm as he reached behind him with the other.

“Oh, I think it might,” you laughed breathlessly, dodging his elbow and scrambling after the paper. “Consider it a very interactive learning experience!”

“I must protest—!” he began, but you’d already tangled yourself half across him, your fingers grazing the edge of the flimsi just before—

He rolled.

One quick movement and your world flipped, quite literally. Your back presses into the warm ground as he pinned you there. Tech hovered over you, one hand braced beside your head, the other knocking the flimsi just out of reach again.

You stilled.

He stilled.

Both of you froze in the silence that followed, hearts pounding. It wasn't from the mock wrestling, but from the fact that now Tech was so close. His goggles were slightly askew, and the wild fluster in his expression was undeniable.

Neither of you spoke. Not at first. Your hands were still tangled in the folds of his armour, his knee pressing into the dirt beside your hip, his weight above you holding you firmly in place.

“…This is also not helping with your literacy,” he said finally.

“I really didn’t mean to upset you,” he then speaks quietly, breath catching halfway through.

Your own voice was soft when you answered. “It’s okay. I’ve had two really good teachers.”

The wind picked up gently, brushing strands of hair across your face, and carrying with it the flimsis that had been scattered beside the log. You didn’t even notice them dancing away at first, neither of you willing to look anywhere else but at each other.

Your gaze broke from his however when a pale scrap fluttered to the ground just beside your hip, its scrawled ink catching your eye.

And you read it aloud before you could think twice.

“‘Tech has feelings… for…’” you read slowly, your breath catching, “f-for… y-you.”

Silence followed.

Tech didn’t speak.

Didn’t even correct your pronunciation.

Instead, his eyes dropped from yours, and you watched as the heat crept up his neck, blooming across his ears. He cleared his throat, the motion stiff and unconvincing. “That… appears to be the one Omega wrote.”

Your heart thudded. You didn’t know what to do at first or what to say. You had dreamed of hearing those words, but somehow reading them yourself felt like a different kind of victory.

Slowly, you reached for the hand he’d braced beside your head, your fingers brushing his. There was hesitation in your touch, and something in it made him glance up, brows drawn.

“I have feelings for you too,” you said softly, carried on a nervous breath.

He stared at you with those beautiful wide eyes, clearly stunned. “You… do?”

A warm laugh slipped out of you. “I do.”

And before you could say anything else, before you could even process the shift in his gaze, Tech slid an arm around your back and pulled you upright with unexpected, fluid strength.

You gasped as you landed squarely in his lap, eyes wide, your hands flying instinctively to his shoulders. “Tech!” you squeaked.

But his hands found your waist, firm but gentle, grounding you again.

He was impossibly close now. Goggles still a little wonky, breathing slightly elevated. “I believe,” he starts softly, “I no longer require you to read aloud whether I may kiss you.”

A grin tugged at your lips, heart hammering as your fingers brushed the curve of his cheek and then carefully fixing his goggles. “Well,” you murmured, barely more than a breath, “I don’t mind at all.”

The kiss met you halfway, tentative for a moment, then deepening with quiet certainty. His lips were soft, tasting of sunlight and stored-up longing, his hand moving to cradle the back of your neck like you were something rare, fragile and cherished.

And as the trees whispered overhead and a forgotten scrap of flimsi fluttered past your boots, all thoughts of lessons, of hesitation, of past hurt all melted away.

The lesson was over.

But something else had only just begun

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The night of his promotion, Fives is there, silent in his support. But he can't help but wonder why is Jesse's other side empty. Why isn't Echo also there with them.

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star wars is so fucking stupid, I love it

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.... or is he??? 👀

(og via @hairscare)

Really enjoying this implication of their posing on the 20th Anniversary poster.

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This screams clones to me

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All Lost Time

Pairing: Gregor x fem!Reader

Words: 9,547

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! established relationship, fluff, a little hurt/comfort, smut, oral (f recieving), fingering, face sitting, unprotected sex, pinv, nipple play, multiple orgasms, edging, overstimulation, oral fixation?, marriage and kids talk but no pregnancy kink, Gregor is very chatty during sex but I think we all knew that, and he is head over heels obsessed with reader as he should be

Summary: After months away, Gregor is finally coming home to you. And he's made it his mission to make up for every second you've been apart.

A/N: I blame @cyaretra for this!! This is my first time writing Gregor so be nice to me okay thanks

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It’s silly, you think, that Gregor still makes you feel this way.

You’ve been together for nearly a year now, but every time you see him, the flutter in your stomach and the way your heart starts pounding are as strong as the first time he smiled at you and asked if you wanted to get dinner.

It was an instant attraction. And at first, you couldn’t understand why. You were a communications officer embedded in the Republic Navy, hopping ships month to month, and it wasn’t like you hadn’t been surrounded by clones day in and day out since the war began. You thought yourself immune to their good looks, their charming smiles, and their boyish humor.

But there was something different about Gregor. His eyes lit up when he talked. He had a sense of humor. He had a story. And when the stolen frigate he was on showed up out of the blue in the middle of a battle and fired a full salvo at the Separatist flagship, well...you were smitten. You couldn’t help but find his antics amusing, endearing, and downright attractive.

He asked you out the second time you saw him. The third time, you kissed him.

The fourth, well, things got a little out of control.

Now, standing here in your apartment, counting down the seconds until he arrives, you can hardly believe how quickly the last year has gone by. How, in spite of the constant threat of danger, and the never-ending war, and the fact that you rarely have the time to see each other, he’s still the person you want to spend your time with.

The one who makes you laugh, even in the darkest hours. The one who makes you want to fight just a little bit harder. The one you can call, no matter how late it is, just to hear the sound of his voice.

And the one who can make you feel this excited, this giddy, this happy, just by walking through the door.

The second you hear the soft beep that means someone has punched in the code to your apartment, your heart leaps. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. It doesn't work.

Your heart jumps again when the door slides open.

Gregor steps inside, carrying a duffel bag over his shoulder and looking a bit sheepish. He gives you a shy grin.

You stand there, just staring at him, unsure what to do, afraid that the moment you move, he'll vanish like a mirage.

"Hi," he says softly.

"Hi."

There's a pause. A long one.

And then a huge grin spreads across his face, and a second later, the bag hits the floor with a thud. Gregor crosses the room in two quick strides, sweeping you into his arms. You let out a little yelp of surprise, and he laughs as he peppers your neck and face with kisses.

You can't help but laugh along with him, even as you tell him to stop. You try to wriggle free, but his hold on you is firm. Your squirming only makes him squeeze you tighter, his arms around your waist, his lips traveling up your neck and making you shudder.

"Stop, stop," you say, still laughing.

"Why?" he asks, his mouth pressed against your jaw. "I missed you."

"I can tell," you reply, and you tilt your head to give him better access. "Missed you too"

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and run your fingers through his hair. It's longer than the last time you saw him, and he groans appreciatively as you gently scratch his scalp. His kisses turn softer, more reverent, and a warm feeling spreads throughout your entire body.

"Welcome home," you whisper, and his hands move to your hips, pulling you closer.

"I could get used to hearing that," he murmurs.

He moves down to your neck again, and the warm feeling intensifies, turning into heat, burning hotter and hotter with each passing second. His fingers trail up the side of your ribs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. They come to rest on the bare skin of your lower back, and when his thumb begins tracing gentle circles, a soft moan escapes your throat.

You know that if you let this continue, you'll never get out of this entryway, but right now, you're not sure you care. All you know is that his hands and his lips are setting your skin on fire, and all you want is to feel him everywhere.

"Did you... have a good trip?" you ask, gasping a little as his teeth scrape over your skin.

"Mm-hmm," he mumbles. His lips find the spot under your ear and stay there. You squirm in his arms, but only because it's ticklish, not because you want him to stop.

"How was Felucia?" you ask, breathless.

"Fine." He sucks at the pulse point on your neck, and you whimper, tightening your grip on him. "I got to fire a few blasters, kick a few droids, save the day. The usual."

"So... you're... all in one piece?"

He pauses, pulls back a little, and looks down at you. His grin turns mischievous.

"What do you think?"

You bite your lip. Your hand trails down his chest and stomach, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. You look back up at him, batting your lashes innocently before your hand slips lower. He catches his breath as you cup him through his pants, stroking lightly.

"You feel like one piece to me."

Gregor's mouth covers yours, and he kisses you deeply, his tongue teasing your bottom lip until you open your mouth and let him in. You're barely aware of him steering you toward the wall. It isn't until your back hits the cold, smooth metal that you realize how dizzy you are, how hot and needy you've gotten from nothing more than a few touches and his kisses.

He pins your hands above your head, and you feel the pressure of his thigh between your legs. You moan, arching up, and he moves against you, grinding slowly. His mouth leaves yours and moves to your throat, and you tilt your head back and close your eyes, letting him have his way with you.

"I've thought about doing this the entire trip home," he murmurs, his hands leaving yours. One of them finds your waist, holding you steady as he moves his leg back and forth. The other slips under your shirt, fingers splaying across the skin of your stomach. He pushes the fabric up, baring your chest. You gasp, shuddering, as the air cools your hot skin.

"You have?"

"Oh yeah." His mouth moves down, his lips closing around the tip of one breast, his tongue flicking out. "Had plenty of time to think."

You thread your fingers through his hair and hold him to you. He sucks and bites at you, sending sharp pangs of pleasure and pain through your body. Your hips rock against him, searching for relief.

"You don't think that's a little... unhealthy?" you ask. He chuckles, and the sound vibrates against your sensitive flesh. He lets go with a wet pop, and his lips ghost across the valley of your breasts and onto the other one. You shiver and press into him.

"Not at all."

You moan as his tongue slides along your skin, lapping and circling. He sucks, harder and harder, until the pressure is almost too much to bear. You cry out, and he stops, pressing a gentle kiss over the bruise that's already forming. He looks up at you, his pupils blown, his smile wicked.

"You know what I miss most when I'm away?" he asks, his words a whisper against your skin. His thumb circles your nipple, and you suck in a breath, squirming.

"What?"

"This," Gregor says. He presses a kiss to the top of your breast before his hand moves south, cupping you through your pants. "And this." He slips his fingers inside your waistband, finding the edge of your underwear. "And definitely this."

His thick fingers push under the thin cotton fabric and stroke through the slickness. He finds your clit and rubs, slowly and gently, and it takes everything in you not to fall apart right there.

"Mmmm," you moan. "That's a lot to miss."

He teases you a little, his fingers sliding lower, finding your opening and thrusting once, shallowly. You whimper, your legs trembling.

"Well," he replies, sliding one finger inside you, "it's a good thing I've got plenty of time to make up for it."

Your breath catches in your throat as his finger strokes the place deep inside you that makes you shudder and shake. He's got the perfect rhythm, and just the right amount of pressure. You close your eyes and tip your head back, arching against the wall as your mouth parts and little, high-pitched noises of pleasure escape.

"So beautiful," Gregor murmurs, his lips brushing against your neck. "So soft and warm. Like a little ray of sunshine in my otherwise miserable existence."

"Stop," you whisper, though it's the last thing you want him to do.

"Stop what?" he asks. "Stop calling you beautiful? I don't think so."

"But—"

"Oh, yes you are," he cuts you off.

Gregor takes a step back, removing his hand. You whimper at the loss, and he gives you a smile before dropping to his knees in front of you, looking up at you with an expression that can only be described as worshipful.

"In fact," he says, pulling your pants down, "let me show you how beautiful I think you are."

You have to bite your lip to keep from moaning. Gregor has a way of making you feel things that no one ever has before, and his words alone are enough to bring you to the edge. But when he looks at you like that, and when he speaks to you the way he does, all husky and low, it's hard not to let go.

As if he knows this, his eyes lock with yours, and his mouth curls into a smirk.

"I think I'd better take a closer look," he says, and his tongue slips out, tracing along his lower lip.

He grabs hold of your waistband and pulls, and your pants and underwear slide down your legs. You lift one foot, and then the other, stepping out of them, and he tosses them aside. He kisses the inside of your knee, and then slowly moves up, kissing his way along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. Your legs tremble. Your hands shake.

He reaches the top of your leg, and then stops.

"Gregor?"

"I could stay here forever, you know," he says, pressing another kiss to the inside of your thigh. "It's my favorite place in the entire galaxy. So soft. So perfect."

You're about to protest, but before you can, he spreads your folds with his fingers. Your words come out as a cry, and your hands fly to his hair, clutching his head and pulling him closer.

“And this,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your clit, sending a jolt of electricity through you. Your knees buckle. Gregor steadies you, his laugh hot against your skin. "You know, it's really unfair that I don't get to do this nearly often enough."

"You do just fine," you breathe, "when you're here."

"Just fine isn't good enough," he replies. He leans in again, flicking his tongue over your clit. You gasp and arch toward him, and his arms slide around your waist, holding you tight against his face. "You deserve more than just fine.”

You have a feeling he's talking about more than just this, but before you can ask him, his mouth covers you, and any words that were going to come out turn into a long, drawn-out moan.

You close your eyes and tilt your head back, getting lost in the sensation of his tongue moving against you, licking, sucking, teasing. One of his hands finds yours and laces your fingers together, holding tight, grounding you, and reminding you that no matter where you are, no matter what else is going on in the galaxy, this is real. This is where you are. This is the only thing that matters.

Gregor's free hand moves to your thigh. He urges you to part your legs further, and you oblige, leaning back against the wall and sinking lower, letting him lift your leg and place it over his shoulder. His tongue laps at your entrance, teasing, and then moves higher, circling your clit again and again.

You gasp. Your toes curl. Heat builds between your legs, and every movement of his tongue makes you shiver and tremble. Gregor knows exactly how to play your body. He's mapped every inch of you. He knows the right amount of pressure, the exact movement that will send you careening over the edge.

And it makes it all the more frustrating that he seems determined to keep you hanging on, never quite pushing you over the cliff.

"Gregor, please," you moan.

"Please what, sunshine?" he asks with a laugh, and you whimper as his lips brush your clit.

"Don't make me say it," you whisper, heat creeping up your neck and into your cheeks.

"Oh, no, no, no," he replies, shaking his head. "You're not getting off that easy. I want to hear it."

You groan and drop your head forward, looking down at him. His eyes are bright, his smile is wicked, and his fingers are teasing your slit, not quite going in, but just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through you.

"I want you," you whisper, trying not to whine. "I want you to make me come. Please."

"Your wish," Gregor murmurs, his voice low and rough, "is my command."

His tongue finds your clit and stays there, stroking, teasing, flicking. His fingers slip inside you, first one, then two, and curl, stroking the spot deep inside that makes you scream.

The heat between your legs builds and builds until it becomes unbearable, until your thighs are shaking and your vision is blurring. You can't breathe, can't speak, all you can do is clutch his hand and moan, louder and louder as the pleasure swells.

"Yes," he whispers, his lips and his breath and his voice sending a cascade of shudders through your body.

Finally, his mouth covers your clit, and he sucks hard, his fingers thrusting deeper.

You come apart. Your body goes taut, your head tilts back, and a cry escapes from deep in your throat. Your orgasm rips through you, wave after wave, and you cling to Gregor's hand as if he's the only thing keeping you from being swept away.

He keeps going even after the spasms stop, and soon, you're building up to another peak. The intensity is too much, and you try to pull his head away, gasping his name. He doesn't stop. He holds you tighter and doubles his efforts, his tongue lapping and his fingers pumping.

"Oh, no," he says, holding fast. "I'm not done yet. I still have plenty more to make up for."

"Please," you moan, though whether it's because you can't stand any more or because you don't want him to stop is anyone's guess.

"I think..." Gregor murmurs, his fingers curling inside you. You buck against his hand, moaning loudly. "I think I might have to do this a few more times. Maybe all night."

His mouth covers you again, and you close your eyes, giving in to the sensations. Your whole body is trembling, every nerve is singing, and the pleasure is so intense, so overwhelming, that it almost hurts.

He takes you higher and higher until the heat and the need are unbearable. Little moans and noises escape him, and the way his tongue and lips move faster and faster against you let you know that he's just as excited by this as you are. He's just as aroused by giving you pleasure as you are by receiving it. And the thought that he gets so much enjoyment from this, and from knowing that he can make you feel this way, is what finally pushes you over the edge.

You scream, and your entire body shakes and spasms. Your nails dig into his hand, and he holds tight, letting you ride out the pleasure until the tremors finally subside and you collapse, boneless, against the wall.

Gregor's fingers slip out of you, and his mouth goes slack, letting go of your clit. He gently lowers your leg and stands, wrapping his arms around you, holding you close as the aftershocks make your body shudder and twitch.

"There," he murmurs, planting a soft kiss to the top of your head. "Much better."

You giggle, breathless.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Definitely," he says. He pulls back, just a bit, and cups your chin in his hand. His thumb runs along your lower lip, and you open your mouth, letting it slide in. He groans as your tongue flicks across his skin, his forehead falling forward and resting against yours. "That's one night's worth of missed opportunities. And there are... a lot of nights to make up for."

You grin, letting go of his thumb.

"Well, then, I suppose we'd better get started," you reply. Your hands move to his belt, fingers dancing across the cold metal. You look up at him through lowered lashes, biting your lip. "My turn?"

Gregor grabs your wrists, pulling them away. You whimper.

"No," he replies. He gathers your wrists in one hand, and the other lifts to stroke your cheek, his eyes darkening. "Tonight, I want to make love to my girlfriend. The way I've been wanting to the entire trip home. And that means I get to be the one taking care of you."

"Oh, come on, Gregor," you say, pouting. "Let me make you feel good too."

"Nope," he says. He steps back and starts pulling off his shirt. "This is a night of self-indulgence, and that means I'm going to take my time and do everything I've been fantasizing about doing since the last time I saw you."

"Is that right?" you hum, raising an eyebrow. You start to push off the wall, but his hand stops you, his palm flat against your chest. He shakes his head.

"Nuh-uh," he replies.

You groan. "Gregor, that's not fair."

He laughs and tosses his shirt aside, reaching for the buckle of his belt.

"It's plenty fair. I've been on Felucia for months, fighting hordes of vicious battle droids and trying not to die." He pulls the belt from his pants and tosses it aside. "It's been a stressful couple of weeks, and I think I've earned the chance to do whatever the hell I want."

"And what is it that you want?" you ask, crossing your arms.

He pauses, and his expression changes. His eyes darken, the black of his pupils swallowing the brown, and his grin fades. He looks at you like he wants nothing more than to devour you, and it sends a wave of heat over you so powerful you feel your knees weaken.

"Go get on the bed," he growls, "and I'll show you."

And oh, there's the tone that makes your heart beat faster and your stomach do flips. The tone that lets you know that, tonight, it's not just about the physical, but something so much deeper, and a thousand times more intimate.

You hesitate, and he takes a step forward, his eyes narrowing.

"I said..."

"Yes, sir."

Gregor grins, and his eyes light up.

"There's my girl," he murmurs.

You can't help the smile that comes to your face, or the way you blush and bite your lip, and Gregor's grin grows wider. He grabs your cheek, squishing them slightly as he pulls you in for a kiss, soft and gentle and sweet.

"Go," he says when he pulls away.

You nod.

He kisses you again, and then lets go. Gregor's hands find your hips, and he gives you a little shove forward, making you yelp and giggle. You hurry down the hall toward your bedroom, stripping off the rest of your clothes as you walk. Every step feels like you're walking through a haze, a dream, something surreal and wonderful.

By the time you reach the bed, you're naked. You throw yourself down and bounce a little on the mattress, feeling giddy. The bed is made, as always, but you grab the blankets and fling them back, creating a messy, rumpled mess that would ordinarily drive you crazy.

It's a few minutes before Gregor comes into the room, but when he does, the sight of him makes your heart leap.

He's still wearing his pants, but his feet are bare, and his shirt is gone, leaving his muscular torso completely exposed. There's a thin sheen of sweat on his skin, clinging to the thick lines of muscle and dark hairs that cover him. You can see the lines of a few fresh scars, and some older ones, but the thing that really gets you is the look on his face. He's trying to keep himself in check, to remain calm and controlled, but there's something behind his eyes that makes it obvious he's fighting to keep from jumping on top of you.

"So, how do you want me?" you ask, trying to keep the tremble from your voice.

Gregor walks slowly toward the bed, his hands behind his back. His eyes roam over your body, and his gaze burns hotter than a solar flare. His lips are parted, and his breathing is a little uneven, and the fact that this man, who has seen so many terrible things, and experienced so much death and destruction, has no trouble being completely undone by you, is intoxicating.

"Gregor?"

He takes a deep breath. His gaze meets yours, and his lips curl into a grin.

"Perfect," he says, smiling softly. "Exactly like that."

You're blushing furiously now, and the desire burning in his eyes is making it hard for you to catch your breath.

Gregor approaches the bed, his gaze never leaving yours. You can see the outline of his erection through his pants, and your fingers itch to grab hold of him, to stroke and tease and make him feel the way he made you feel. But as soon as you sit up and reach for him, he pushes your hands away and straddles you, pinning your arms at your sides. He leans down and kisses you, his tongue slipping past your lips and exploring your mouth.

"Tonight," he whispers, pulling back, "it's my turn to do all the work."

"I don't mind working," you say, arching your hips against his. He gasps and then chuckles.

"Next time," he replies. He plants a soft kiss to the end of your nose and presses his forehead to yours. "Next time, I'll let you do whatever you want. Tonight, it's just about me taking care of my girl."

"What if I don't want to be taken care of?"

"Hm..." Gregor hums, pretending to think. "Tough."

His lips meet yours again, and his kiss is hard, demanding. Your hands struggle against his grip, wanting to touch him, and when he finally lets go, they fly to his face, cupping his cheeks and pulling him closer. Your mouths open and tongues tangle, and he shifts, settling himself between your legs.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and arch up, trying to press your body against his. But he resists, keeping himself hovering over you, denying you the friction and pressure you desperately want. You can feel him through his pants, so close, but it's not enough, and you squirm, whimpering into his mouth.

"Not so fast, beautiful," Gregor says.

"You're teasing me."

"Yes," he replies, sliding a hand down between your legs. "Yes, I am."

"Gregor—"

He shushes you, slipping two fingers inside your entrance, and all other thoughts leave your mind.

His fingers curl and stroke, and you buck against his hand, whimpering. He knows your body almost as well as you do. He can bring you to the edge faster and with more intensity than you can yourself. And the fact that he's doing it without even touching your clit is driving you insane.

"How are we doing, sunshine?" Gregor asks, and the smugness in his voice making it obvious he already knows the answer.

"So... so good," you manage, biting your lip.

"Just good?" he teases, slowing his pace. You squirm, trying to get his fingers deeper, but he holds back. "Are you sure there isn't something more I can do to improve the experience?"

"Oh, stars, please, Gregor, please."

"That's what I thought."

His thumb brushes your clit, and a jolt of pleasure shoots through you. Your eyes fly open as you grab his shoulders, trying to pull him closer. He resists, and you moan in frustration.

"Gregor, please," you say again.

"Please what?"

"Touch me," you reply. "Kiss me. Make me come. Just, please, don't make me wait any longer."

"All in good time, my love," he murmurs. He kisses the base of your throat, sucking lightly at the spot just above your collarbone that makes you shiver and moan. "All in good time."

You bite your lip and hold on to his shoulders, waiting for him to continue. He kisses his way down your neck, pausing every so often to suck and bite and lick. Each touch sends little jolts of electricity through your body, making you hot and needy.

By the time he reaches the valley between your breasts, his fingers are moving deeper inside you, and the slow, steady strokes of his thumb against your clit are nudging you closer to the edge again. You arch your back, pressing your breasts closer to him, begging him to move his mouth lower. But instead of doing what you want, he turns his head and bites your nipple, sending a shockwave of pain and pleasure through your body.

"You are so beautiful," he whispers. He presses a kiss to the top of your breast, his tongue swirling over to soothe the sting. You cry out, arching up, and he laughs. "Every part of you."

His fingers curl inside you, stroking the spot deep inside, and your head tilts back. The pressure and the heat building between your legs are almost unbearable, and the only thing keeping you grounded is his free hand, stroking your hip and the crease where your thigh meets your body. He moves his thumb from your clit, and you whine in frustration.

"Look at me," he says, and when you glance down, his eyes lock with yours. They're dark and serious, the same way they were when he ordered you onto the bed. But now, the look on his face is full of affection and adoration, and it makes your heart melt.

"Do you know what I think about when I'm out there?" Gregor asks, his fingers still moving, and it takes everything in you to stay focused. "When I'm fighting those droids, and the shooting stops, and everything goes quiet?"

"W-what?"

"I think about this," he replies. "I think about coming home. About getting to be with you. About getting to make love to you. About getting to hold you, and kiss you, and taste you, and touch you."

"Oh, stars," you whisper, his words sending a fresh wave of heat over your skin. You arch up again, trying to press closer, and he chuckles.

"I think about how lucky I am," he says, leaning down and brushing his lips against yours. His hand fists in the sheets beside your head while the other continues to move, slow and steady, deep and intense. "I think about how much I love you."

"Gregor..."

You feel the tears stinging the backs of your eyes, and you pull him closer, kissing him deeply, your tongue sliding past his lips and meeting his. His thumb brushes your clit, and you let out a high-pitched whimper, your whole body going stiff.

"I love you," he murmurs against your lips. "And I will never get tired of showing you how much."

You cling to him, unable to speak, and he kisses you again, long and slow and sweet. He kisses his way down your chest, stopping to lavish attention on your breasts, sucking and nipping and swirling his tongue. He moves lower, and lower, kissing his way across your stomach and down your thigh.

"So beautiful," he whispers, pressing his lips to the spot right above your knee.

He lifts your leg, hooking it over his shoulder, and turns his head, kissing the sensitive skin on the inside of your thigh.

"I used to be afraid I'd forget," he says, his voice low and hoarse. His fingers curl inside you, and he kisses higher, closer, and closer. "You know. That my memory would go again, and I wouldn't remember you. Or us. Or the way it felt to be here with you."

You swallow hard. "Oh, Gregor, please, don't..."

"But it didn't," he says. He's still moving his fingers, slowly, almost lazily, and the sensation is driving you crazy. You rock your hips against him, trying to get him to go faster, but he stays in control, keeping his movements steady. "It didn't go. Because no matter what, no matter where I am, no matter how bad things get, you're the one thing that never left me."

"Good," you say, gasping. "Because I never want to leave."

Gregor kisses the inside of your thigh again, and then presses his face to the place where it meets your hip.

"I wish I could keep you with me," he murmurs, nuzzling and nipping and licking. "Everywhere I go, everywhere I am, all I want is you."

You feel the heat building between your legs, and the pleasure coiling deep inside. It's slow and intense, and the longer he goes on, the more desperate you get. You want to reach for him, to clutch at him, to pull him closer, but you're afraid of breaking his spell. He seems to be in a trance, his mouth moving over your skin as if he can't stop.

And if it means being this close, having him this near, having him this intimate, this passionate, this whole, then you will gladly let him do whatever he wants.

"I don't ever want to lose this," he says, kissing his way up the opposite thigh.

"You won't," you promise. "Never."

Gregor moves back to the spot on the inside of your thigh, biting down harder, sucking, licking. Your breath hitches as you feel the delicate veins burst, the skin bruising under his teeth. A few days, and it will fade, but for now, it will be a mark of his love, a reminder that you belong to him. That he belongs to you.

He pulls his mouth away and presses his face to your hip again. He's still stroking his fingers, slow and deep, and it's starting to become too much. It's becoming hard to think. Hard to breathe. You arch against him, but he keeps his rhythm, holding you down with the weight of his body.

“I want to stay like this forever," he says, kissing the space right below your navel. “Stars, sunshine, I want to devour every inch of you. Want to spend a week, a month, a year with my face between your legs, because that's the only place in the universe where I'm actually happy."

"Gregor—“

"I could live there, you know," he cuts you off. "Forever. Wouldn't even mind. Just you and me and a big bed and nothing else."

"But no food," you reply breathlessly, unable to resist the joke, your eyes squeezed shut.

"Don't need it."

"You'd get hungry."

"For you." He kisses his way back down the other thigh, leaving a trail of tiny bruises behind. "Nothing but you."

"Fuck, Gregor," you gasp as he sucks at the crease of your leg and your pelvis, his fingers still stroking, his other hand tightening its grip on the sheets.

"I love it here," he murmurs, his breath hot and humid against your skin. "Love the way you smell, and taste, and the noises you make when I kiss you here..." He trails off, and his tongue finds your slit.

You cry out, arching against him, and he pushes his face between your legs, lapping at the wetness.

"Oh, Gregor," you moan, grabbing his hair, pulling him closer. You can feel him grinning against you, and his laughter makes your toes curl.

His tongue moves in long, lazy strokes, and his fingers are still going, in and out, curling and twisting. You're panting, writhing beneath him, the heat creeping up your legs toward your core, and he holds firm, his mouth and his hands continuing their work.

"Gregor, please," you whisper, and he lifts his head.

"Please what?"

"Let me touch you."

"No."

He presses his lips to the place above your clit, sucking gently, and you whimper.

"Please."

"No," he says. "You don't need to touch me."

"But I want to," you protest.

"And I want to touch you."

You groan and let your head fall back, and he goes back to his task, his tongue finding your clit, licking and lapping, and his fingers speeding up, thrusting deep.

Your orgasm is building slowly, the heat and the tension growing more and more, and your entire body is trembling. Tears build in the corner of your eyes, your legs are shaking, and your toes are curling. You feel as if you're standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall. All you need is one more push, one more movement, and the wave will crest and the pleasure will spill over.

"Gregor, please, I can't," you whimper, your hand fisting tighter in his hair. He moans against you, and the sound reverberates through your body, sending a new wave of shudders over your skin. "Don't stop, please, don't stop, please..."

He doesn't say a word, but his hand grips your thigh tighter, and his fingers keep their steady pace, in and out, curving and stroking. His tongue dances along the length of your slit, teasing and licking, and finally, when you're sure you can't take any more, his lips cover your clit, and his tongue presses against it, circling slowly.

You break.

Your back arches, your toes curl, and a cry rips from your throat. White-hot pleasure floods your senses, and you grab the sheets, gripping them tight. The spasms spread from between your legs up your thighs, through your stomach, to your chest, and down your arms. Your thighs clamp down hard around his head, and he laughs, his breath warm against your wet skin.

"Yes," Gregor murmurs, his voice hoarse, and he grunts as you squeeze his head tighter. His hand grips your leg, holding fast. He continues his movements, slower now, letting the pleasure build and then fall, and his free hand slides up, finding your own and lacing his fingers through yours. Your hips rock, following his pace, and he doesn't stop until the aftershocks fade and you lie there, boneless, panting, and covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

You lie there, unable to move, unable to think. Your thighs fall open, releasing their grip on him, and Gregor kisses the inside of one leg and then the other, letting his lips linger before sitting up and stretching. You watch him through hooded eyes, a lazy smile playing across your lips.

"Wow," Gregor says, licking his lips. “That was a good one."

"Mmm," is all you can manage. You try to sit up, but your arms are still shaking, so you let yourself flop back down. Your hands reach blindly for him, and he laughs, catching one and pressing a kiss to the palm.

"Oh, no," he says. "Not yet."

"But you didn't—"

"Not yet," he repeats, his smile turning wicked.

He leans down, kissing you softly, and then moves off the bed. His hands find the waistband of his pants and slides them down, revealing the bulge of his cock, thick and heavy, straining against the fabric of his briefs. The sight of his erection makes your mouth water, and you reach for him again, but he shakes his head.

"Not. Yet."

You groan, frustrated, but Gregor just laughs. He drops his pants and steps out of them, his thumbs hooking in his underwear, pushing them down, and his erection springs free. His cock bobs, hard and red and dripping, and you bite your lip, waiting.

“How many more do you have in you?” he asks as his hand closes around his length and strokes slowly. He groans, his head tilting back, and your stomach tightens at the sound.

You blink hard, your brow furrowing. "How many what?"

"Orgasms," he replies, his hand still moving. Your eyes follow the movement, mesmerized by the way his palm and fingers wrap around his girth, the head appearing and disappearing through the ring of his thumb and forefinger. "How many more can you handle?"

"Um... I..."

You can't form words. Your brain feels fuzzy, and all you can focus on is the desire that's burning through your veins. Gregor's cock twitches, and a bead of pre-cum drips down the shaft. Your tongue darts out, wetting your lips, and his grin grows wider.

"Come on," he says. "Give me an answer. Four? Five? More?"

"Maybe three," you reply, still distracted by the movement of his hand.

"Three sounds good," he says, and the way his voice drops, low and rough, sends a shiver down your spine. "I can do three. Now..."

He lets go of his cock and crawls back onto the bed. You grab for him, but he bats your hand away, shaking his head.

"No, not like that," he says.

"Then... how?"

Gregor lies down, stretching his arms above his head, and you frown.

"What are you—"

"Come sit on my face."

Your jaw drops. Your eyes go wide.

"You're kidding."

"Nope," he replies. He grins, his gaze dropping lower, to where you're still wet and throbbing. He pats his shoulder. "Hop on."

"What? Why?"

"Because I said so."

"That's not an answer."

"Because I want you to ride my face until I've made up for the last three months," he replies, and his voice is low and thick, sending another shudder through you. "Now get over here."

You stare at him for a moment, stunned, and then slowly move, straddling him. You hover over him, your knees on either side of his shoulders, and his arms wrap around your thighs, holding you fast as you position yourself over his face. You feel a little ridiculous, but Gregor doesn't seem to mind. He simply grins up at you, and then, without any warning, his mouth covers you.

You cry out at the feeling of his mouth on your oversensitive flesh. It's almost too much, and the first swipe of his tongue has your legs trembling. But he's insistent, his hands tightening around your thighs, holding you in place as his mouth and tongue go to work.

"Gregor—"

He moans, and the vibrations travel through you, making your thighs tremble. You lean forward, bracing yourself on the wall, and his tongue darts out, swirling and swirling.

You let out a whimper. You're still sensitive, still coming down from the four orgasms he's already given you, and your body feels boneless and limp. But the way he's working, the way his mouth and tongue are moving against you, makes it hard to keep your thoughts straight.

You lean forward, resting your head against the wall, and your breathing becomes heavier and heavier. Your hips roll against him, and his hands grip your thighs, pulling you closer, keeping his face buried between your legs. You glance down to see his eyes are closed, his brows drawn together as he works, and the sight of him so focused, so intent, so hungry, sends a new wave of heat through you.

It's too much, but not enough. It's overwhelming, and yet, somehow, you want more. You need more. The heat is building in your belly, and you know it won't be long before you're right back where you were before, and yet, the intensity is a little frightening. He's not even touching you, not really, and the thought of what might happen if he does has you terrified.

"Gregor, please," you moan, reaching for him, but he shakes his head, not breaking his stride. His tongue swirls around and around, and the heat coils, tight and hot and unbearable. "I can't. I can't. Please, stop, it's too much."

He pulls back, and you gasp in relief.

"Do you really want me to stop?" he asks, panting. His lips are slick with your juices, and his chin is shining. His pupils are blown, his cheeks are flushed, and his hair is mussed. He's a complete wreck, and you've never seen anything sexier in your life. "Do you really want me to let you go?"

"No," you gasp, swallowing hard.

"Do you really want me to stop making up for all the nights I've been gone?"

"No."

"Good."

He grabs your hips and pulls you back down, his mouth covering you once again. You moan and squirm, your hand flying to the back of his head, fingers fisting in his hair. He hums his approval, and the vibrations make you gasp and buck against him.

"Oh, yes," you whimper, rolling your hips. You can feel his stubble rasping against the soft skin of your inner thighs, and his nose nudges the place just above your clit, making you squirm. "Please, don't stop."

He doesn't respond, but his hands slide up to cup your ass, squeezing gently as his tongue moves faster. You brace yourself on the wall and the headboard, grinding your hips against him, and he groans. You can hear him panting, can feel his chest rising and falling beneath your knees, and his eyes are squeezed shut, his brows drawn together.

The heat and the tension build, and soon, you're right on the edge again. He doesn’t keep you there this time, though. Instead, he takes you higher and higher, pushing you closer and closer, until you feel like you might explode. And when you think it can't get any better, he reaches up and slides his fingers inside you, pumping and curling.

Your entire body goes rigid, and a loud, long moan escapes your lips.

"Stars, yes," Gregor groans.

He keeps going, faster and harder, and you come, gasping and shuddering. He doesn't stop, just keeps moving, his tongue and his fingers bringing you to another peak before you've even finished the first. You're screaming, begging, and the world starts to go fuzzy. All you can feel is the pressure, the heat, the intensity, and all you can see is his face, buried between your legs.

By the time you peel yourself off him, Gregor is a mess. His face is covered in your slick, and his lips are red and swollen, his hair sticking to his forehead. He's breathing hard, and his chest is heaving, and when you manage to lift your head and meet his gaze, you can't help the giggle that escapes your throat.

"You look like a mess," you say.

"I'm not the only one," he replies, and the huskiness of his voice sends a shiver down your spine.

"I don't think I can do any more," you tell him.

"Sure you can," Gregor says, and he slides his hand up to rest on the small of your back. His fingers stroke the damp skin, and the heat and the electricity are still there, just below the surface. "Just give me a minute, and we'll try again."

"We will?" you ask, biting your lip.

He nods, grinning, and reaches up to wipe his face. His fingers find their way into his mouth, sucking and licking them clean. The sight of his lips wrapped around his fingers makes you shiver, and when he finishes, he lets out a satisfied sigh.

"Yeah," he replies. "We will."

"And what if I can't?"

"I think you can," he says. His hand moves lower, grabbing the base of your ass, and his fingers dig into the soft flesh, massaging and kneading.

"Oh," you breathe. "Okay. Um... how?"

"Just relax," Gregor replies. His hand squeezes tighter, and his thumb strokes the soft skin, sending a tingle through you. "Relax, and let me take care of you."

You nod and close your eyes, letting the feeling wash over you. He continues to rub, his movements slow and soothing, and you can feel the tension leaving your body. You’re boneless and liquid, and every time he touches you, a little shockwave travels up your spine, making you shudder.

He maneuvers you easily, flipping you over onto your back and pushing your legs apart. He settles between them, and his mouth finds yours, kissing you deeply.

You can taste yourself on him, and the sensation is enough to make you gasp and writhe. You're still sensitive and overstimulated, and every touch of his skin against yours is almost unbearable. You clutch at his shoulders, pulling him closer, and his lips leave yours, trailing kisses across your jaw and down your neck.

"Still alive?" Gregor asks, pulling back just enough to look at you.

"Barely."

He grins and kisses you again. His cock is pressed between your legs, hot and throbbing, and he grinds against you, moaning softly. The feeling of his shaft rubbing against your slick skin is intoxicating, and the desire begins to build again.

He's moving slower this time, his hands stroking and teasing, and he seems intent on touching every inch of you, making sure not a single part of you is neglected. He's everywhere, kissing and nipping, his fingers exploring and massaging. You cling to him, your hands roaming over his broad, muscular shoulders, his chest, and the thick muscles of his arms. Your nails dig into his skin, leaving scratches and welts, and the noises he makes send a wave of heat over you.

Gregor shifts, and the tip of his cock finds your entrance.

"You want more?" he asks. "Or are you done?"

"More," you whisper, clutching his shoulders, pulling him closer. "Please, I want to feel you."

"Are you sure?" he murmurs, though it's obvious that's what he wants, too.

"Positive."

He captures your lips in another heated kiss before he pushes your hand away and positions himself at your entrance. He teases a little, rubbing the head of his cock through your folds, coating himself in your wetness.

"Because I can keep doing this," he says, "and just come like this. On you."

"Gregor, please," you groan, frustrated, and he laughs.

"Okay, okay," he says, and he shifts his hips, pressing forward, and he enters you.

The sensation of him stretching and filling you is exquisite, and you let out a long, low moan, wrapping your legs around his waist. He groans and pushes deeper, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His stubble scratches at the sensitive skin, and his teeth find the place where your neck and shoulder meet, sucking hard as he starts to move.

His pace is slow and steady, and his lips and teeth are on your neck, leaving bruises, marking you, claiming you. You wrap your arms and legs around him, pulling him closer, deeper, and he groans, his hand fisting in your hair.

"Stars, I've missed you," Gregor murmurs, his voice muffled against your skin.

"I've missed you, too," you reply, arching up, meeting him thrust for thrust.

"Never going this long again," he continues, his voice ragged. "Can't stand it."

"Me neither."

He kisses his way up your neck and along your jaw, finally finding your mouth. You kiss him, long and deep, and his hand leaves your hair, moving to the side of your face, cupping your cheek. He's being gentle now, the urgency and desperation replaced by tenderness and love. You kiss him harder, clinging to him, and he moans, thrusting deep until his pelvis is flush against yours.

"I love you," you whisper, and Gregor lets out a soft sigh.

"Love you, too, sunshine," he replies. "Love you more than anything."

You close your eyes and hold him close, relishing the feeling of his body on top of yours. You're hot and sticky, and you can taste the sweat on his skin. You're tired, and spent, and a little sore. But it feels so good to have him here, inside you, with nothing between you. Nothing except love. And that's enough.

"Tell me again," Gregor whispers, his hand slipping between your bodies. His thumb finds your clit and strokes slowly, and you arch, whimpering. "Tell me again."

"I love you."

He groans, burying his face in your neck again, and his pace picks up, his fingers circling your clit faster. You wrap your arms around him, clinging tight. The pleasure builds slowly, but it's there, and it's getting stronger with every thrust.

"Again."

"I love you, Gregor."

A tiny gasp escapes him, and he pulls back, looking down at you. His eyes are bright, and he's smiling, his hair damp with sweat. You reach up, cupping his cheek, and he turns his head, kissing the center of your palm.

"Good?” you ask.

"So good," he murmurs. "Too good."

"Too good?"

"Yeah," Gregor says, his laugh shaky, and his head drops down, his forehead touching yours. "If I had known it would be this good, I'd have run away from the GAR as soon as I found you and never looked back."

"You wouldn't," you reply, smiling and running a hand over his hair.

"For you?" he asks. "Absolutely. Just ask. I'd walk across the galaxy if you wanted. Take on the whole kriffing Separatist army. Slay a dragon. Whatever you want."

"You don't need to slay a dragon for me, Gregor," you say with a laugh.

"Fine. A dragon, a rancor, a Dathomirian devil-bat. Whatever. You name it, and I'll do it."

"Gregor."

"I'm serious, sunshine." His pace is speeding up, his thrusts getting deeper, and the pressure of his thumb is getting harder. You moan and arch, and he grins, nuzzling his nose against yours. "Whatever you want, whenever you want it. Just say the word."

"Gregor," you breathe, gasping as his hand slips down, finding the spot behind your knee and urging your leg up. "I don't need anything but you."

He smiles, the look on his face one of pure adoration, and it makes your heart skip a beat.

"Oh, sunshine," he says, leaning down and kissing you softly. "I am going to marry the hell out of you."

The words surprise you. It's not the first time he's said it, but each time feels like a little thrill. A reminder that, even though your life is full of uncertainty and danger, you have someone who loves you, and would do anything to keep you safe, and would never leave you. It's a promise that, someday, all of this will be over, and you'll have a home and a family and a place in the world, together.

"Is that a promise?" you ask, unable to keep from smiling.

"Damn right it is."

He kisses you again, deeper, harder, and his hand finds yours, lacing his fingers through yours and pressing your palms together. You clutch his hand and close your eyes, lost in the moment, the heat and the desire and the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter.

Gregor's breath is coming faster now, his thrusts a little rougher, and the way his hand is moving between your legs is sending sparks of electricity through you. He's so close, and you can feel him starting to lose control. You cling to him, wrapping your arms and legs around him and holding tight, and he buries his face in your neck. His hips start to move erratically, the sounds he's making driving you wild.

"We'll get married. As soon as the war's over. Or before, if you want,” he mutters into your skin. "Have a whole bunch of kids. Be a real family."

"Yes," you agree, gasping, the pressure between your legs building to an almost unbearable point. "A huge family. Enough kids to start our own squad."

"Stars, yes," he murmurs, his teeth nipping at the base of your throat. “Lots of kids. And lots of grandkids. And I'll be there for all of it. And we'll be happy and safe. And... oh, fuck, sunshine, I'm not gonna last much longer."

"Neither am I."

He groans, and his hand moves faster, stroking you harder, and the spasms are so close. You're right on the edge, and when Gregor pulls back, looking down at you and giving you that soft smile, it sends you careening over.

You come with a scream, clutching his hand and pulling him closer. The tremors rip through you, and he follows, crying out your name as his body goes rigid and his hips jerk and stutter. His release spills into you, hot and thick, and you shudder, riding out the waves of pleasure. Your eyes squeeze shut as you feel him grind deeper, his hips pressing hard against yours, and he lets out a low moan as his cock twitches and pulses inside you.

Finally, the spasms stop, and the two of you collapse, breathing hard, clinging to each other. You lie like that for a long time, holding him close, enjoying the feeling of his body pressed against yours, the aftershocks making you tremble and shake.

The muscles in your stomach and thighs are burning, and Gregor's weight on top of you is a little uncomfortable, but it feels good, and you don't want him to go anywhere. You never do. You wish you could stay like this forever. Just the two of you, safe and sound and far, far away from the rest of the galaxy.

"Wow," you murmur.

"Yeah," he agrees with a sigh.

You're quiet for a moment, and then, Gregor lifts his head.

"One more?" he asks, his eyes hopeful.

You laugh and shake your head, pushing his hair back off his forehead. He grins, and you cup his cheeks, pulling him down and kissing him gently.

“Maybe after dinner,” you say, and Gregor laughs.

"Fair enough."

He leans down, pressing a kiss to the space between your breasts, and then rolls onto his side, pulling you against him and kissing the top of your head. You snuggle against him, resting your head on his chest and listening to the sound of his heart beating. The feeling of being in his arms, safe and loved, is better than any orgasm, and you feel yourself relaxing, drifting toward sleep.

You're nearly there when he speaks again.

"What do you think? Is a spring wedding okay with you?"

"Hmm?" you hum, forcing your eyes open and looking up at him.

"For our wedding. It's my favorite time of year,” he replies, tracing his fingers lightly across your back. "When everything comes back to life. And I think you'd look really good in a flower crown."

You chuckle and press a kiss to his shoulder. Your lips trail across the scar there, and his arms tighten around you, squeezing a little.

"Sure, Gregor. A spring wedding sounds wonderful."

"Oh, good," he says. "And maybe, if we can talk Cody into taking a few days off, we can have him marry us."

“Does he have the authority to do that?”

"I think so. I've never asked him, but it doesn't hurt to check. If not, I bet General Kenobi would do it. He likes you. Plus, it would be a nice gesture to show him that we appreciate all he's done for us."

"Okay, yeah," you grin. "We can ask them."

"Perfect," he says, his hand traveling up your back and over your neck, and his fingers tangle in your hair. He tilts your head back, and kisses you softly. "I can't wait."

"Neither can I."

Gregor grins, and he pulls back, resting his head on the pillow and closing his eyes. You settle in next to him, and a wave of peace washes over you. For the first time in three months, you're completely at ease.

All the fear, the worry, the anxiety that's been weighing on your shoulders is gone, and in its place is a sense of rightness and contentment. It's like everything has clicked into place. Like you've been floating, lost in a storm, and the anchor has finally hit the ground, holding fast.

It's not the perfect ending. But it's close. And it's what you've needed.

"I love you, Gregor," you whisper.

He doesn't answer. His chest is rising and falling steadily, and his face is relaxed. You smile and press a kiss to his chest.

It's just as well. There will be plenty of time to tell him.

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totallyunidentified · 3 months ago

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Hello Emme my beloved.

I was thinking about you this weekend and wanted to pop to your inbox. I hope you are feeling well and that life is being kind to you.

Sending you soft, gentle comfort, rest, and water.

😘

~~Steph~~

Hiii! I saw this a few days ago and I didn’t answer because I wanted to make a little happy drawing for you 🥰

And I’m handling everything as well as I can! I’m sending you all the warmth!!!! 🥰

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totallyunidentified · 3 months ago

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i can’t breathe

I also can’t see i think somebody turned on the rain in my bedroom that’s so weird

i be crying

I’m so so so so proud first of you Carol and i know it’s been a little bit since this came out but seeing how much your story has grown makes me even prouder of you than i am of wren (though im super proud of her too 😉) I have so enjoyed reading this story and have followed it since the beginning and can’t wait to see where you take them next 🫶

Alright

Sucks tears back into tear duct

Time for your regularly scheduled flailing

HUNTER THE WINK SIR YOU GOTTA REEL THAT IN THATS TOO SEXY SHES MELTING

All of his little kisses leading up to the main one yes please give me 14 of them right now.

Hehehehe kicking my feet at them taking a nap together and snuggling ok little miss couldn’t even hold eye contact let alone a HAND look at her now

THE RING

A RING?? A RING RAAAAH

I’m so happy for them and I can’t wait to be the photographer at their wedding jk jk

Or am I 👀

I love this fic and the characters and you sooooo so so so so much and I cannot wait to see more of their stories like I said earlier

Hunter and the Librarian - Chapter 35

The Final Chapter

Chapter-specific author notes: Well, this is it. The final chapter of Hunter and the Librarian. But just because it's the last chapter in this fic doesn't mean it's the last of Hunter and Wren. I have no less than four WIP one-shots in the works right now. I will bounce around to different points in their lives, so hopefully if you liked this fic, you'll like those too.

Thank you: I can't fully express my gratitude to everyone who ever commented on, reblogged, and/or replied to these 35 chapters stretched over a year (exactly a year, in fact.) And especially those of you who were with me from the beginning and stayed around this long! Or for those who came in late but still went through all the chapters to catch up. I can't tell you how much you helped me in my writing journey. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. <3

Summary: Set in a modern AU (an ambiguous year): Wren is a librarian who meets Omega, a twelve-year-old living with her five older brothers. Omega feels Wren and her oldest brother, Hunter, would be good for each other and tries to play matchmaker. Wren's anxiety and shyness make that more difficult than Omega hoped. Wren is based on me and my experiences with anxiety and how it affected the beginning of my relationship with my husband.

Pairing: Modern AU Hunter x F!OC Wren

Word Count: 4738

Warnings: Sibling teasing. Real world swearing.

Author's note: This is my first attempt at fanfiction. I thought it might be helpful for some people who also deal with anxiety to see how it affects relationships, and to see there are people out there who can "put up" with you...that you aren't "too difficult or exhausting" for the right person. (In quotes, because those are all things I thought about myself for years.)

My modern AU was inspired by the amazing Modern Batch AU stories by kaydear (Illyria_Lives) on AO3.

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As Wren drove home, all she could think about was going straight to her couch and watching one of her comfort movies. And that's all for the rest of the day.

That being said, she did wish she could have stayed with Hunter, because she already missed him. Things had gone so well this weekend, she didn't want it to end. But the exhaustion...

She could admit to herself that Hunter was not the one exhausting her. It was mainly being around the whole family. She felt bad even thinking that, but it was true. And not because they were bad, they were just...a lot. They could be loud, but that's just the cumulative effect of there being five of them. They don't even have to do much to be overwhelming to her. Even Omega, as much as Wren loved her, could be a lot for her to deal with when she was already worn down and on edge.

But Hunter...he had moved into the category of someone who could soothe her nerves and calm her. And she craved that, even after only being gone for five minutes.

She honestly didn't know what she was feeling. Was she in love with him? Already? Well, it had been a few months that they'd known each other. Just because she fought her feelings for so long didn't mean she didn't feel something for him at the time. And the fact that she tried to push him away so much, yet he didn't give up, just made her feelings more intense.

She started tearing up at the thought that she could have spent all day with him but left instead.

But she couldn't stay. She needed to be home. She needed to be in her own home, in her own comfy clothes, surrounded by her things.

And then the thought hit her, even before she was home...what if Hunter could come to her place. Today. Yes, they'd made plans for next Saturday night, but that was six days away. Six days. Now that she knew how she felt about him...or even if she didn't know for sure how she felt, she knew she cared about him and wanted to be with him...she wanted to be with him all the time. It's like a switch flipped in her brain, and she already missed him.

Her chest felt tight as she thought how many hours she could have sat with him. Maybe they would have sat right next to each other instead of Omega being between them. Maybe he would have put his arm around her shoulders. Maybe she would have put her head on his chest and fallen asleep again.

By the time she got inside her apartment she was crying. God, what is wrong with me!

She'd pushed and pushed and pushed him away, but now that she'd finally made this decision that she wanted to be with him, she wanted to be with him as much as humanly possible.

She sat down on the couch with her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands. And she cried. And cried. And she was so frustrated with herself.

She should be happy. Things were finally going well. She had been able to admit to Hunter she wanted to be with him. He had been so kind and...affectionate. But not so affectionate that it made her uncomfortable. She had so much to look forward to.

Yet here was her stupid brain doing its stupid brain things, still making her upset. Why?!

She got up and decided to take her shower. Maybe that would help. She also took her anxiety medication. And she thought it was probably a good idea to take her extra "calm me down" pill, as she called it. It gave just a little more help with her anxiety when she was really feeling it. But it also made her sleepy, so she would cut the already tiny pill in half. It was probably such a little dose at that point, that it wasn't even doing much. It was probably more of a placebo effect. But she felt like it helped, so she kept taking it when her anxiety was at its worst.

The shower helped to calm her down. And maybe the little pill helped as well. She was no longer jittery, so at least her physical symptoms were lessening.

She went to the kitchen and got herself some water, taking it to the living room. She decided she would watch The Princess Bride. Again. Because it was her number one comfort movie. She got it all set up and laid down on the couch with her softest blankie, and settled in.

She noticed her phone on the coffee table. And the thought popped into her mind, What if you texted Hunter. Just to let him know you were home and doing okay. That's just being considerate, right?

She picked it up and began typing. After she composed the text, she looked at it for a while. Could she send it? Yes, it's not a big deal. You're just letting him know you're okay. He might be concerned.

W: Hey, Hunter. Sorry to bother you again so soon. But I just wanted you to know I made it home okay, and I'm showered and on my couch feeling fine. Not that you were still thinking about me but...just an FYI.

She felt the need to write it that way, because she didn't want him to think she thought he was sitting there thinking about her. Like she had an elevated opinion of herself and she's all he thought about.

It wasn't more than a couple of minutes before she received a response.

H: Thank you, Wren! I thought about texting you, but didn't want to bother you in case you'd already fallen asleep or just needed space.

He thought maybe she needed space? From him? No...she needed to make sure he realized it wasn't him she needed a break from.

W: I don't need space. Not from you.

But then she started thinking...there is still a lot of the day left. It's not even noon yet. Would he...? Could she...? Her hands were shaking a little bit as she typed.

W: Hey...

H: Yeah?

It had dawned on her. She didn't need time away from Hunter. She didn't need a break from him. What she really needed was to be in her own home. Comfortable. And where it was quieter. But it would be just as comfortable and almost as quiet with Hunter there. He didn't talk a lot like Omega. He didn't raise his voice like Wrecker. If he thought she needed quiet, he would give her quiet. She'd already experienced that with him.

W: Well, if this isn't something you want, please be 100% honest with me. Please.

H: Okay...I will. I promise. What is it?

W: I was wondering if you would want to come over to my apartment for a while. At some point today. For as little or as long as you'd like.

There was a little longer pause after that message, but it was still less than a minute when he replied.

H: Yeah! I'd love that! Are you sure? If you need to be alone, I don't want to intrude.

W: I'm inviting you. You didn't invite yourself. ;) I realized I just needed to be in my home where I could fully relax and be myself. And I love your family, but they're a lot. And you're not. You're just the right amount.

Before she hit send, she looked at that one for a full minute. Could she say that?

Before she could think about it anymore, she hit send. It was out of her hands. She'd done it.

H: That makes me really happy to know. What time were you thinking?

W: Whenever it's convenient for you. You can come before lunch or after lunch. I can either make something or we can order something if you're here at lunchtime. But if you want to wait, that's fine too.

H: We already ordered more pizza. How about I bring some with me, enough for both of us? We'll have plenty. Do you want pepperoni like you had yesterday?

W: Yeah, that's great. But just one piece. I had a big breakfast, you know.

H: Okay, I'll bring you a piece. I'll come over right after it's delivered.

W: Sounds good. See you then.

H: See ya!

She put the phone back on the table and laid down. Then she pulled the blanket up over her head and started freaking out. What did she just do?

Hunter had a big smile on his face as he was typing on his phone. It looked like he was texting someone.

Omega couldn't take it anymore. "Who are you texting, Hunter?"

He looked at her and said, "Wren."

"Really?!"

"Yes, really. She texted me and asked if I wanted to go over to her place."

"She WHAT?!" Wrecker turned around quickly, his eyes practically bugging out of his head.

Hunter snorted. "Calm down, everyone. I'm just going to take her a piece of pizza since she didn't feel like staying. And then I'll stay for a while, not sure how long."

"Oooooh, Hunter! That's huge! Right? That seems huge!" Omega was practically bouncing off the couch with excitement.

"It's a good thing, yes. But I don't know that it's huge. But it's very promising."

"I thought she was tired and needed a break," Crosshair said with just a touch of sarcasm.

"Well, maybe she just needed a break from you, Cross." Hunter gave his brother a wicked smile.

Crosshair made an affronted sound and said, "Ouch, I'm hurt," with even more sarcasm than before.

Everyone laughed.

Echo said, "Well, I hope you have a good time."

Tech spoke up, "I would bet she just needed to get home to her familiar surroundings and be in her safe place. Not that we are scary people...well, most of us aren't." He gave Crosshair a pointed look. Again, Crosshair made a sound like he was wounded. "But this is not her home, and she would feel better there. It is a very good sign that she wanted you there, Hunter. Did she invite you, or did you bring it up?"

"She texted me and she's the one who brought that up also." He had a very pleased look on his face, even if he was trying to hide it a bit.

Omega scooted over to his side of the couch and put her arms around his middle, laying her head on his chest. "I'm so happy for you guys," she said quietly.

He put his arm around her shoulders, rubbing her arm gently. He reached down and kissed her on the head. "Thanks, Meg."

They sat there quietly for a while longer, until the doorbell rang. Omega jumped up and said, "I'll get it. Where's the money?"

Wrecker handed her the money, and she went to the door to get the pizzas, he was right behind her though, to help her carry.

Hunter went into the kitchen and got out some paper plates and napkins. He also got out a plastic container big enough for a few pieces. After Omega and Wrecker put the pizzas on the table, he grabbed some for him and two for Wren, just in case she wanted more than one, and placed it in the container. Then he got in the fridge and pulled out a couple of Pepsis. He put it all in a bag and said, "Okay, I'm going to head out." But then he remembered he wanted a sweatshirt.

As he walked into his room and turned on the light, he noticed the small wrapped package leaning against his water bottle. He picked it up and looked at the tag.

For: Hunter | From: Wren | Merry Christmas!

He carefully opened it and found a mini Leatherman multitool. He'd often thought about getting a Leatherman, but figured he shouldn't spend the money when he had plenty of other tools. But this is the perfect size as he could just carry this around with him. It was a nice red, really sharp looking. He got a warm smile on his face. He realized she must have put it there when he was in the shower. He put it in his pocket, grabbed his sweatshirt, then went back to the kitchen.

Wren tried to relax some more before Hunter got there. She tried to stay calm. But then she panicked a bit. There was surely no expectation of anything physical happening when he was there today...was there? No. He wouldn't expect anything. Ever. She could tell he's not that way.

But in the back of her mind she wondered...what if he tried to kiss her?! She wasn't sure she was ready for that yet. Maybe she was, but she just wasn't sure. If it happened right that minute, then she wasn't ready. But who knows after they'd spent some actual alone time together. Even though they were alone on the couch last night, there were still other people in the house. So there was no way anything was going to happen. But there would be no one else here today.

Nope, just stay calm. Just stop overthinking. Just see how things go, and if you feel it's time, you'll know.

She was startled out of her spiral by a knock on the door. She jumped up, but then took a few deep breaths and took her time walking to the door.

When she opened it and saw Hunter standing there, the joy she felt far outweighed the anxiety. Yes, this had been the right choice.

"Hi, come in." She held the door open for him.

He entered and set the bag down, leaning over to take off his boots. She stood awkwardly nearby, not sure what to do or say.

He straightened up, grabbed the bag, and said, "Here's the pizza and sodas! Did you want to eat now?"

"Yeah, sure. That smells really good. Umm...did you want to eat at the table, or on the couch? I usually eat on the couch, but it's up to you. I have a table, and I might as well use it for something other than a desk and jigsaw puzzles, if you'd like." She realized she was rambling a little bit, so she stopped and smiled at him. "Sorry, I'm a little nervous."

He walked closer to her, and laid his hand on her arm. "Hey, nothing to be nervous about. It's just me, and you know I'm not judging you, right?"

"Oh, of course. I've just never had someone over to my place. Well, not a guy anyway."

He walked to the kitchen and set the container and sodas out on the counter. "Do you have paper plates, or did you want to use real plates? It's my turn to do the dishes if we use real stuff."

She chuckled, and said, "I do have paper plates, let's just do that. That way neither of us have to do the dishes." She reached up in one of the cupboards, bringing down a couple of paper plates. "Did you want your soda in a cup with ice?"

He nodded and said, "Yeah, thanks."

So she also got out two cups, and then filled them with ice from the freezer. They both got their pizza and their sodas and then stood there, looking at each other. He smiled and said, "How about we sit on the couch? What are you watching?" As he looked at the TV, he said, "The Princess Bride?"

"Yeah, I was. It's my comfort movie, so I was watching it while relaxing. But we can turn it to the game now, if you'd like."

"Nah, I'm not that invested in the game that's on right now. I'd love to watch this movie again. You know it's one of my favorites."

She smiled and nodded as they headed to the couch. She sat in her usual spot at one end, and he sat in the middle rather than on the other end.

As they started eating, he said, "I really am glad you texted. I was a little surprised, but it was a very pleasant surprise." He looked at her and when she looked back, he gave her a big grin.

"I just...I thought..."

"Hey, Wren, you don't have to say anything or explain anything. I'm not questioning why you texted, I'm just letting you know I'm glad you did." When he said that, he patted her knee. That seemed to be his go-to move to comfort her, and Omega, and she loved it.

"Okay, but I did just want to let you know that the thought of having a whole day I could have spent with you, but instead was here alone, was what prompted me to text." She couldn't look at him when she said that. "I was exhausted, but once I got home and showered and laid down for a bit, I realized I really wanted to spend more time with you. So, I'm glad you wanted that too." She glanced over at him, still uncomfortable when confessing something so personal.

He smiled at her, and she finally looked him in the eyes. The kindness there was enough to take her breath away.

"I'm very glad we both wanted that." Then he winked at her. He winked. And she was pretty sure she melted into a puddle right at his feet.

After eating a few more bites in silence, she said, "Did you want me to restart the movie? It's fine if you do."

"No, I'll be fine. You can just play from where you stopped."

She pressed play, and the movie continued. They watched quietly for a few minutes. Wren ate the one piece of pizza and set her plate on the table.

"Hey, I brought you a second piece, just in case you wanted another."

"Awww, thank you. That's really nice. For now I'm okay. But I might want it later. Unless you end up wanting it."

"No, I'll be fine, I'm pretty sure I brought enough for myself."

"Did you tell your family where you were going?" She was curious.

"Yeah, I did. Omega was pretty excited. Well, they all were. Well, most were." He laughed quietly and she joined in.

Then he suddenly remembered her gift. "Hey!" He reached in his pocket and pulled out the Leatherman. "Thank you so much for this! I love it!"

She felt her face get warm. "Well, it's not as adorable as a stuffed lamb, that was really very sweet. But I hope you like it anyway."

"What? Not adorable? Look at this?" Then he opened it up and started showing her the different features. "Look at these tiny tools! The mini-scissors? This itty-bitty knife? This wee screwdriver? How can you say this baby ruler isn't adorable?!"

He was laughing at that point, and she couldn't help but laugh along.

"Okay, okay, I see now. It is adorable. I'm glad you like it."

He looked at her with mock seriousness, "I think it might be the best gift I've ever received. Thank you." He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. She definitely felt herself blush at that, but she couldn't keep the smile off her face.

He put the tool on the coffee table, and they continued watching the movie. As Hunter finished his pizza, he stood up and grabbed her plate. "I got this."

"Thank you," she said. "So, if you don't want that other piece, would you put it in the fridge for me? I'll eat it later."

"Of course." He touched her shoulder as he walked past. She felt a tingle where his hand had rested.

She could hear him in the kitchen throwing the plates away and putting the container in the fridge. She was starting to get a little more nervous, because he was going to be coming back and where would he sit.

"You need anything while I'm up?" he called in from the kitchen.

"No, I'm fine, thanks."

He came back in and walked in front of her to sit on the couch. He just perched on the edge of the seat at first and turned to look at her. "Where would you like me to sit? Down there? Or here?" He first pointed to the opposite end away from her, and then to where he was sitting at the moment.

"Umm...if you go down there, then I can follow and sit next to you, like we did last night at your house."

"That sounds perfect." He moved down to the very end and motioned to her. "Come on down."

She smiled and said, "Okay." She scooted across the space between them and leaned into him when she stopped. She pulled her legs up under her and laid her head on his chest.

As he put his arm around her shoulders, he pulled her just a little closer. Then he kissed the top of her head, and they settled into watching again. Now and then they would mumble a line of the movie under their breaths, and they both laughed in numerous places. Otherwise they were quiet.

She could feel herself getting drowsy. She was afraid of that when she took that anxiety pill earlier.

"I'm getting a little sleepy. If I fall asleep, just wake me up. I don't want to sleep when you're here."

"If you need to sleep, then you should sleep," he quietly replied.

"I don't need to sleep. I just took an anxiety pill earlier and it makes me drowsy. I'm not sleepy or tired, just drowsy. There's a difference. And I don't want to waste the time you're here by sleeping." She looked up at him, and he was looking down at her.

"Understood." What he didn't say was he still might not wake her, but he did understand what she meant.

She snuggled back into his side.

The movie ended a few minutes later, so she grabbed the remote and turned on the football game. That way if she did fall asleep it would be on a channel he would want to watch.

She could feel herself slipping further into sleepiness. He was slowly rubbing his hand along her arm and shoulder. She felt him lay his cheek on the top of her head. Then she was pretty sure she felt him kiss the top of her head again. She loved when he did that. It was such a sweet and caring gesture. Very him.

She wasn't sure how long they were like that, but she heard her name and realized she must have fallen asleep.

"Wren?" Hunter said again.

"Hmmm? Did I fall asleep? You didn't let me sleep long, did you?" She was mumbling a little, but he understood her.

"No, you were just out for a few minutes. But hey, I was wondering if you wanted to lay down. I'm afraid you're going to get your neck sore sitting up like this."

She mumbled more. "You're so nice. Do you know that? So nice."

He chuckled, because she still seemed to be a little out of it. "I'm glad you think I'm nice. But I'm not as nice as you."

"Yes, you are! Don't sell yourself short, mister!" She patted his chest as she yawned.

"Did you hear what I asked? Wren? Do you want to lay down? We can both lay here and watch TV, if you're okay with that?" He gently bumped her head with his trying to get her attention.

"Okay, yeah, that's fine." She still had her eyes closed.

"Okay, here we go." He maneuvered her around to where she was laying on her side, and then he laid behind her, like they spent last night. He again put his arm around her waist, tugging her gently back towards him, so his chest was pressed against her back. He heard her sigh quietly, and it brought a smile to his face.

He was watching the game since she was asleep, but he was also getting sleepy. She really was so warm it helped him relax. Before he knew it, they were both dozing.

When he woke up about an hour later, he noticed she had turned over onto her back. Their faces were very close to each other, but she was still asleep. He propped himself up on one elbow and watched her. After a few minutes, she must have felt him looking at her, because she opened her eyes a bit.

"Hi," his husky voice was even huskier than usual.

"Hi," she said. Then she closed her eyes again, but stayed laying on her back. "I'm being such a terrible date. I'm sorry." If she'd been fully awake she probably wouldn't have referred to herself as his date, but she was just sleepy enough that it slipped out.

"You're not a terrible date. You're amazing." He was talking so softly, he wasn't even sure if she could hear him. But she had a small smile on her face, and he thought to himself that he'd never seen her look cuter.

And he kept watching her. For quite a few minutes. Until she stirred again, snuggling closer to him.

"Wren?" he asked quietly.

Nothing.

"Hey, Wren, can you hear me?"

"Mmm-hmmm. I can." She mumbled but still didn't open her eyes.

He decided to just ask, the worst she could say was no.

"Wren, can I kiss you?" He was practically holding his breath waiting for a response or a sign. Something. Anything.

She still didn't open her eyes, but she nodded and said, "Yes."

He leaned towards her just a bit and very gently pressed his lips to hers. That's all it was. Very chaste. Short. Close-mouthed. But the electricity he felt coursing through his body made him feel like he was on fire.

She opened her eyes slowly and looked at him. "That was my first kiss. Thank you."

"I'm the one who should be thanking you. Thank you for trusting me." He sounded so genuine.

She closed her eyes and brought her fingers up to her lips, keeping them there for a few seconds. After opening her eyes again, she reached for his face laying her hand on his cheek, her thumb running along his tattoo. All she could think was, I'm so glad it was you. But she couldn't bring herself to say that out loud.

He smiled a beautiful smile. He didn't push her about a second kiss. He knew how much she'd already gone through the past couple of days. But he couldn't resist that one time.

He settled back down on his side and she did the same. He buried his face in her hair, breathing in her scent.

And before long, they were both asleep.

Epilogue - First Anniversary of their First Date

"Hunter! You're going to be late!" Omega hollered towards Hunter's room. He was standing at his dresser, digging through the clothes in the top drawer.

"I'm coming. I just need to get something!" He yelled back.

He and Wren were going out to eat for the first anniversary of their first date. The way things started when they first met, he never would have imagined they'd make it to this point. She didn't make it easy, that's for sure, but she was well worth the little bit of extra effort. For something that started out on such rocky footing, their relationship had grown into something strong and loving based on mutual admiration, trust, and respect. He loved her more than he thought he was even capable of before he met her. She was the best friend he'd ever had, and he knew she felt the same about him.

Just as he was starting to panic a bit, he found the little box he'd hidden in his drawer weeks ago. He opened it, just to check one more time. The ring inside sparkled in the light. He hoped she liked it, since he picked it out without her. He wanted it to be a surprise, and he couldn't wait to see the look on her face. And when she said "Yes," he knew there wouldn't be anyone in the world happier than him.

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#still screaming #I love wren so much that’s pookie #look at her go

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totallyunidentified · 3 months ago

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I’m baaaaaaaack

It has taken me WAAAAAAAYYYYYY too long to get back to your fic and I am sorry for all the time I said I was going to catch up but didn’t

anywho

I missed them

Wren especially that’s mah gorl mah pookie the beloved

Hunter watching Wren interact with Omega gives me life I love them he’s so in love

Ehehehehe Hunter getting her the sheep

So much eye contact my goodness Wren so scandalous

I’m so very proud of the pookie she’s come so far

Hunter and the Librarian - Chapter 30

Chapter-specific Author Notes: Well, this didn't progress the timeline as much as I expected. But I didn't want to make the chapter any longer, and I wanted this stuff included. Sorry for those who just want me to wrap it up already. ;) I'm getting there! I would say it will be one or two more chapters, but I keep saying that and then it doesn't happen, so I'm just not going to promise anything.

Also, I had to rush here at the end, because I need to leave. If you see a typo or some other grammatical error, or if something doesn't make sense, I apologize. I will edit again when I'm home.

Pairing: Modern AU Hunter x F!OC Wren

Word Count: 3442

Warnings: I can't think of any.

My modern AU was inspired by the amazing Modern Batch AU stories by kaydear (Illyria_Lives) on AO3.

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Wren set some of the bags down on the porch, so she could ring the doorbell. She had texted Hunter mid-week to ask what she could bring to watch the games. She said she would be over on Saturday. Of course, he told her she didn’t have to bring anything, but she insisted. She asked if they had already gotten all the drinks they would need. He said that they hadn’t been to the store for that yet, so she said she would bring drinks. Then she asked him what everyone’s favorite drink for watching football was. She now had all those drinks in her bags. Luckily, a couple of the guys liked the same thing, so it wasn’t as many different drinks as it might seem.

She also had the gift she had gotten for Omega/the family before Christmas. She decided she would give it to her now. And tucked away in her purse was a small gift she’d picked up the day after her lunch with Hunter. It wasn’t a really personal gift, she didn’t want to overdo it, but she wanted to get a little something for just him. She wasn’t sure if she’d actually be able to give it to him though. She would play it by ear.

She rang the bell, and it was quiet for all of five seconds, but then she heard feet running through the house. She could even hear Omega’s voice say, “It’s Wren! I’ll get it!”

She hadn’t seen Omega after her talk with Hunter earlier in the week, so she wasn’t sure what to expect in the way of a reaction.

The door swung open quickly, and Omega’s bright smile was welcoming her. “Hi, Wren! Come in!”

“Hi, Omega. Thank you.” She picked the other bags up again and walked through the door.

Omega reached for a couple of the bags to help her. They walked the few steps into the hallway and when they reached the door to the living room, Wren looked in. She saw Hunter sitting on the end of the couch, and it was obvious Omega had just been there also. There was a messed-up blanket lying next to him.

“Hey, guys.” Wren quietly said, not wanting to interrupt if they were engrossed in the game that had already started.

“Hi, Wren,” Hunter said as he stood up. He reached out his hands towards the bags she was carrying when he got close enough. “Let me help.”

“Okay, thanks,” she replied, as she let him take most of the bags from her. He began walking towards the kitchen, so she followed along with Omega.

Wrecker said, “Hey, Wren! Good to see you!”

“Good to see you too, Wrecker,” she replied. She looked towards Echo, Crosshair, and Tech and nodded at them.

Echo said, quietly, in that deep and soothing voices of his, “Hi Wren. Glad you could make it.” Wren could listen to him talk all day. Hunter had the sexy smoky voice, but Echo’s was just deep and always so calming.

Crosshair just gave her a small salute with his fingers, and Tech, barely looking up from his phone, gave a small wave.

In the kitchen, Hunter opened the refrigerator, and started placing cans and bottles inside. “You didn’t have to get all of this, Wren. This is a lot of drinks.”

“I know, but I wanted to make sure everyone had some of their favorites. I’m sure there will be leftovers, but you guys will drink them at some point.”

When he reached into the bag and pulled out a small bottle of chocolate milk, he hesitated, showing it to her. “Who did you get this for?”

She said, “You.” But then hurriedly added, “If you want it! You don’t have to drink it though.” Her voice trailed off as she looked at the floor, her fingers playing with the zipper on her hoodie.

“But how did you know I like chocolate milk? I don’t think I’ve mentioned that to you.”

She looked up at him and said, “No, you didn’t. And you didn’t give me your favorite when I asked you for everyone else’s. So I took it upon myself to ask Omega what your favorite was.”

He smiled at Wren, then turned to Omega and smiled at her. “I don’t know how I feel about you two teaming up behind my back.”

They both laughed. Wren said, “We will only use our combined powers for good.”

He laughed with them. Wren felt her face flush and get hot. Hearing him laugh like that was such a pleasant experience, and it sent a jolt of electricity through her body. She thought to herself how she’s going to have to get more used to being around him, and all the ways she found him attractive. She couldn’t be getting hot and flustered at every little thing.

After all the other drinks had been put in the fridge, he kept the milk with him and said, “There are snacks here whenever you wanna munch. Help yourself. We’ll probably order the pizza around 6:00.”

“Okay, thanks.” She smiled at him.

He started to walk past her, but he paused and gently placed his hand on her arm. He said so quietly that she wasn’t sure if anyone else would have heard him, “I’m really glad you’re here.” When he said it he leaned his head down just a little so he was sure he could look into her eyes.

She felt her heartbeat quicken and her breath catch. “Me too. Thanks.” She replied so quietly that she wasn’t sure if he heard her. But when he gave her a small nod and a smile, she assumed he had. Then he walked on past and back into the living room.

Omega had been getting some chips and veggies on a plate. She was trying not to react to what she’d seen. She couldn’t hear what Hunter and Wren had said to each other, but she did see the touch, the looks, and the smiles. She had to stop herself from squealing and hugging them both.

“Hey, Wren. Did you want something to eat?” Omega asked.

“Uuuh…” she was trying to clear her head after the interaction with Hunter. “Yeah, I’ll get a little something. Thanks.” She grabbed a paper plate and started gathering up chips, veggies, some little appetizers that someone had made. There was something wrapped in bacon, some little barbeque smokies, loaded potato skins, and a cheese ball with crackers. This family didn’t mess around!

Omega finished filling her plate with snacks and said, “I’ll go on in to the living room, so just come in when you’re ready.”

“Okay, I will be in shortly.”

Omega walked out and Wren took the opportunity to sit down at the table and relax for a minute. She knew once she went into the living room, she’d be on edge and more nervous. She put her elbows on the table and then her head in her hands. She tried to do a breathing exercise she’d read about, trying to calm her heart and her nerves. She was so engrossed in the exercise that she didn’t hear someone approaching.

“What are you doing?” It was Crosshair.

Wren’s head popped up quickly, as she startled. “Oh! Uh, nothing. Just sitting for a minute.”

He got a plate and started loading it up with snacks. “Just sitting here, huh? Why?”

“I don’t know. Just catching my breath.” She didn’t know what else to tell him. Surely he would move on quickly. “Oh, I brought some drinks, they’re in the fridge. Hunter said your favorite is Dr. Pepper, so I got some for you, if you’d like. You don’t have to drink it, but…I just wanted you to know it’s there.”

“Well, thanks. That’s nice of you.” He walked to the refrigerator, and took out a can. “Can I get you something? Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. I’m ready.” She went ahead and stood up, since he didn’t seem like he was going to leave her alone about it.

He motioned for her to walk out first, so she did. When she got to doorway leading into the living room, she paused, looking around to see where she should sit.

All of the chairs were taken by Echo, Wrecker, and Tech. The one Crosshair had been sitting in was empty, but she knew that’s where he would want to sit again. So she looked towards the couch. Hunter was on the far end, and Omega was sitting in the middle, with a blanket on her legs. She patted the empty spot beside her and said, “Here, Wren. Come sit by me!”

Wren smiled at the girl, and said, “Okay.” She took a quick look at Hunter, and he was looking at her with a small smile on his face. She sat next to Omega and set her drink on the end table next to her. She kept her plate on her lap.

After sitting, she looked Hunter’s way again. She said, “Is the chocolate milk good? I didn’t know what brand to get.”

“It’s great. Thanks again. It’s been a while since I’ve had some.”

“You’re very welcome.” She returned his smile again. She felt her face get hot again.

“Do you like the cheese ball? I made that!” Omega said to her.

“You did? Yes, it’s delicious! I’m a big fan of cheese balls, and this one is especially good.”

Omega beamed proudly. She looked at Hunter, he smiled at her and patted her on her leg.

Then Wren asked to no one specifically how the game was going, and Tech started giving her a run-down of the highlights of the first quarter. She thanked him, and then they all settled to watch. Omega wasn’t all that interested in the game though, so she started talking to Wren just a few minutes later. That was fine with Wren, she liked talking to the girl, and the game that was on wasn’t that important to her. But she made sure to talk quietly enough that they wouldn’t bother the ones who were wanting to watch more closely.

At halftime, Wrecker called to place a pizza order. That arrived about a half an hour later, and they ate that in the living room. There was a lot of laughing and talking throughout the evening. Wren was loosening up as time went on. She was a little surprised to realize she was even able to joke around with Hunter a little bit.

When she was finished with her pizza, she stood up to take her plate to the trash in the kitchen. She held out her hand to Omega for her plate, but Omega said, “I can help you.”

“No, you don’t have to. I was just going to take some with me as I went.”

“I want to help. It’s fine.”

Wren smiled at her and put her hand on Omega’s head, rubbing her hair a little bit. “Thanks, Omega. You’re very sweet.” Then she looked over Omega’s head to where Hunter was sitting. He was watching both of them with a smile on his face. When he realized Wren had caught him, he sat up straight and cleared his throat. She held out her hand for his plate, and he handed it to her.

“Thanks.”

“You’re very welcome.” The smile she gave him might have been the most relaxed one yet.

Omega got plates from Wrecker and Crosshair. Wren went to get Echo’s, but he said he needed to get up and stretch, so he would just take his own. Omega and Wren walked to the kitchen to throw away all the trash.

“I’m so glad you came over, Wren. It’s always so nice to have you here. And I was afraid you might not come over anymore…”

“Omega…” Echo had a warning in his voice.

“I was just going to say that I was afraid she might not come over anymore if she didn’t want to be around Hunter. That’s not bad.”

“No, that’s fine for you to say, Omega,” Wren jumped in. “I was beginning to wonder myself. But Crosshair stopped by the library and told me some stuff. And then I contacted Hunter to see if we could get together and talk, and so that’s what we did. He knows how I feel, and about my anxiety and fears. And he said he’s willing to be patient, so he asked for it!” She laughed after saying that.

Echo and Omega laughed with her.

“What’s so funny in here?” Hunter said from the doorway.

Wren whipped her head around quickly, startled that he was there. ”Oh, nothing,” she said. “Just laughing about how silly I can be sometimes.”

“Oh, okay. Well, you’re the good kind of silly. The kind we enjoy around here.” Hunter brushed his hand along her lower back as he walked past her. Her face flushed, and she looked down at the table.

“Thanks,” she whispered.

He walked to the fridge and pulled out a soda. “Anyone else want another drink?”

Omega told him what she wanted, but Wren and Echo said they were fine.

When they wandered back into the living room, the first game of the day was wrapping up. Wren thought this might be a good time to bring out the gift she got for Omega.

She reached down for the bag she’d left on the floor next to where she was sitting and brought it up on her lap. She said, “Omega, I got you a little something. I’m sorry it’s late.” And with that she handed her a gift wrapped in Christmas paper.

“Oh! You didn’t have to do that! I didn’t get anything for you!” Omega actually seemed distraught.

“Hey, now, that’s perfectly fine. I didn’t want you to get me anything. It’s just something I saw in the store, and it made me think of you. Well, actually, it made me think of your whole family. So let’s just call it a family gift, then you don’t need to feel bad. It’s a thank-you for all the times you had me over and fed me and all the other things you’ve done for me.”

Hunter spoke up, “Thanks, Wren, that’s really nice of you.” As he said that he looked at her, and found her looking at him. Their eyes held for a few seconds, before she got uncomfortable and looked back at Omega opening the gift. She finally made it through and found the Princess Bride gift set.

“Oh, wow! The Princess Bride! The movie, and the book!! And a behind-the-scenes book too! Thank you!” At that she threw her arms around Wren and practically toppled her off the couch, since she was just perched on the edge.

“Careful, Omega!” Hunter warned. But they all laughed.

“I’m fine! I’m glad she likes it so much,” Wren responded.

“I love it! Look, Hunter!” At that Omega turned to her brother to show him in more detail what she’d gotten. He took one of the books and turned it over to look at the back.

“This is really neat, thanks, Wren.” He handed the book back to Omega. Then he said, “And actually, Omega, we do have a gift for Wren.”

“We do?” the girl asked.

“Yeah, remember? It’s just that it’s I my room. I had forgotten. I’ll go get it.”

Wren watched him walk by with a small smile on her face. They got her something? She’s really glad she brought something now. Or maybe they wouldn’t have given it to her if she hadn’t given them something. Maybe that’s why he was holding it back, so he didn’t make her uncomfortable.

After a minute or so, he came back out of his room with a small gift bag. He held it out to Wren, and said, “Merry belated Christmas. From all of us.”

She took the bag gently, as if it had something precious inside, and put it on her lap. She looked at Omega, and then around at the other guys. They were all watching her with varying levels of interest. Some were still watching the TV, but looking her way now and then, and others, like Wrecker and Hunter, were watching closely.

She reached inside the bag, moving the tissue paper aside and saw a fluffy white something. As she grabbed it, she could tell it was a lamb. A stuffed lamb! It had a sweet smile on its face, and looked almost like a cloud with such soft “wool.” The smile she wore as she looked up at Hunter made his heart feel too big for his chest.

“Do you like it?” he asked.

“I LOVE it!” she exclaimed. “It’s perfect!” She held it out for Omega to look at, who then reached out a hand and petted it to feel how soft it was.

Omega turned to Hunter with a questioning look on her face. She was confused. She hadn’t been with him when he bought that. He must have done that on his own

Wren didn’t notice the looks that passed between Hunter and Omega. Him trying to tell her, I got it for her, but let’s not make a big deal out of it. And her getting a small knowing smile on her face. And him rolling his eyes a little at her.

“That’s so adorable. Thanks, everyone!” She looked around at all the siblings with a smile stretching from ear-to-ear.

“Oh, I think you know who you should be thanking for that,” Crosshair smirked. “And it’s not all of us.”

Wren saw Hunter give Crosshair a warning look as she turned his direction.

“Well…thanks…I really appreciate it.”

He nodded at her and quietly said, “You’re welcome. I saw it and it made me think of you, so I just grabbed it.”

“Yeah, I saw him get it!” Wrecker spoke up. “It was when we were shopping for Omega, and when he picked it up I thought, is he getting that for Omega? But then I remembered Wren had told us about how her family had raised sheep when she was a kid, so I figured it was for her. But I didn’t say anything.”

“Until now,” Hunter said with a slight frown.

“Yeah, until now,” Wrecker laughed.

Wren thought she might have seen Hunter’s cheeks darken a little, but he turned back towards her with a smile and said, “I’m glad you like it.”

She hugged it to her chest and said, “I really do. Thank you.” She sat back on the couch and Omega sat back as well. She held the lamb out for Omega to hold, and they both talked quietly about it.

Hunter watched them for a few seconds, and then looked up towards the TV. But what he saw first was all of his brothers turned looking at him with smirks and smiles on their faces. He gave them all a stern look as if saying, “Turn around and watch the game.” They all turned, but there was more than one giggle and snicker heard from the group of them.

The fact that this lamb was from Hunter and no one else caused not only Wren's face to warm, but also for that warmth to spread through her whole body. He got her a gift. Back when things were still very much up in the air with them. Back when she’d practically run away from him. He still got her such a thoughtful gift.

She would definitely give him the small gift she’d picked up for him. It wasn’t quite as personal as what he got her, but she hoped he would like it anyway. She wasn’t sure when she would give it to him, but she’d figure it out as the night went on.

Omega said, "Here you go, I want to look at this book," as she handed the lamb back to Wren. She then picked up the behind-the-scenes book and started flipping through, looking at the photos.

Wren turned Hunter's direction, looking over Omega’s head. He was already looking her way. She saw his eyes soften as a small smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. She very subtly nodded at him, and he returned the gesture. After a few more moments, she looked back down at Omega with her book, then at the TV where the next game was getting ready to start. She was actually excited to think she would still be hanging out with them for a few more hours. This is exactly where she wanted to be.

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