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knightprincess · 1 year

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Forgive Me (Echo x Fem! Medic Reader) Part 4

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"Its not fair" commented Comet, walking through the prison like halls of the Military base. His foot steps being the only thing louder than his echoing voice. Following along behind was Sinker and Boost, Wolffe just in front, along he seemed to be listening to the conversation. "(Y/N)'s the best medic we've had, now we have to give her up to General Skywalker and the 501st. Can't we keep her?" continued the trooper, sadness in his voice. (Y/N) had become a friend to them all, she'd listened to them when they ranted after a particularly grueling battle, she'd patched them up and brought a smile to them, even been a shoulder to cry on. Never once had she judged them, instead she reminded them they were appreciated.

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"501st aren't gonna know what hit them" responded Boost with a heavy voice. Like many troopers of the 104th Legion, he'd hoped another mission would come through, thrust delaying their return to Coruscant that little longer. Yet at the same time he knew it was wrong of each of them. Snap had spoken about her family, how much she missed her little sister Devika. She'd spoke of Isolde too, but pain and betrayal rang through her voice when she did. It being clear Snap was conflicted, she wanted to return home to see Devika again, to catch up on their months apart, but at the same time she dreaded having to see Isolde and Octavius, knowing there would be some drama and likely more complaints and insults.

"Snap's one of us. if there comes a time where she needs up, all she has to do is call" voiced Sinker, hearing Wolffe ahead all but grunt in confirmation. Even the battle worn Commander had become attached to their quick witted medic. "You gonna warn Rex of what's to come?" asked the Sergeant, directing his question to Wolffe in front of the small group, receiving only a silent nod in response. "Tell them she's brave, not afraid to kick ass if she needs to" laughed Sinker, recalling the time Wolffe had needed medical attention. He'd insisted he was fine, despite his armor being cracked, and bleeding out. (Y/N) had practically dragged him to her medbay, forcing him to stay put so she could tend to his wounds. Even playfully threatening to tie the commander down if necessary. She'd all but force Wolffe to submit to her, although she'd been gentle while patching him up.

Later that night seen many members of the famed Wolf Pack enjoying some down time at 79's. Some were dancing to the rhythm of the music on the brightly lit floor, others at the bar flirting with another patron. A few were gathered around the edge of the floor, or at tables and booths, catching up with old friends from other legions, sharing stories and jokes. Wolffe once again found himself in the normal booth, Cody, Rex, Gregor, Thorn and Howzer with him, each with their helmets placed on the table with a neon blue drink in their glass. (Y/N) had returned to her family home, if only to reassure them she was alright, despite the delay on returning and the many battles she'd been through.

"How was you're latest medic?" asked Howzer, looking over to the three whom seemed to have a never ending flow of medical personnel. Rex merely sighed, recalling the last one seemed to be in a constant argument with Kix. The pair never agreed on anything, even when so many relied on them. Cody merely offered his famous deadpan expression, the trainee with the 212th had some how managed to lose things, never seemed to know what they were doing and had probably caused more harm than good. Even Obi-wan had noticed and questioned how the young man had even gotten as far as being assigned.

Howzer had expected to see Wolffe roll his eyes, upon the conversation turning to the medics again. Instead the eye roll never came, merely a shadow of a smirk. Gregor and Thorn also noticing, although Thorn was the only other at the table whom had gotten to know (Y/N), even if it was only for a brief few minutes.

"The boys don't want to give Snap up" simply commented Wolffe in response, not admitting he didn't want her to go either. She was brave and far more effective at her job that previous medics to pass through and serve with the 104th legion. (Y/N) hadn't given it a second thought before running into the thick of battle to give trooper medical aid. Despite the horrors she'd seen, she still kept up her sarcastic wit and bright cheery smile. She was brave in the face of war, which in turn made the boys even more determined to protect her.

"Snap" questioned Cody, a combination of confusion and curiosity painting itself on his slightly reddened features. The alcohol turning his cheeks slightly more pink than usual. Gregor and Rex also looking over, never once had Wolffe nicknamed any of the medics to pass through the 104th legion in an affectionate way. Instead he'd always used insults in reference to them. Thorn soon began to grin, which in turn caught the attention of his brothers sitting around the table, Wolffe's shadow of a grin remaining in place, where as the others turned their attention to him.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N), she was originally supposed to be assigned to 501st, but got reassigned last minute" explained Thorn, a chuckle escaping him. Even more so when Rex's eyes widened, as the realization dawned on him. "Hey, blame Cody, his original medic pulled out last second which caused the shake up" laughed the commander of the Coruscant Guard, seeing the slightly offended look to appear over Cody's features. Gregor's unmissable laugh ringing out seconds later, clearly he seen the funny side of the situation.

"Why'd you call her Snap?" questioned Gregor, as Rex looked up, debating whether he wanted to know the answer to the question. The alcohol making his fuzzy brain concoct many scenarios, neither of which seemed particularly enticing to him. The first thing his fuzzy imagination had come up with, was an image of her breaking bones, the second of which had been of an entitled princess snapping her fingers to gain attention. The third had by far been the funniest, her being a whiz at the card game of the same name.

"Her quick wit" simply voiced Wolffe, revealing the true reason for the name. "She's quite sarcastic as well" announced the battle worn commander, as he remembered their first encounter. Even the moment he'd began to see her as more than a medic, but as a friend. Without realizing it, Rex had began to smile. Maybe Snap would be a better addition to their ranks than their last one, plus she had the added bonus of having a good reputation with the toughest legion there was.

"Don't tell me she managed to tame our gruffly Wolffe" teased Gregor, chuckling when Wolffe rolled his eyes and practically growled in response to the playful comment. "Well Rex, if she can tame Wolffe, then your mischievous bunch wont be much trouble" laughed the captain, Cody and Howzer joining in with the laughter moments later, as did Thorn when he was sure Wolffe wouldn't do anything in response.

"That's it, I'm keeping Snap" responded Wolffe

"Hey" called Rex "My medic now"

"So when she visiting the 212th?" asked Cody, chuckling as he listening to the playful banter between Wolffe and Rex. Both acting as if they were cadets again, and (Y/N) was the shinny new toy.

"If those two are anything to go by. Then never" responded Thorn, wondering if (Y/N) knew how the pair were acting. Or if she knew how attached Wolffe had become. At the same time he suspected more than the Wolf Pack would come to see her as a valuable asset and friend. All those who got to work with her would, even the generals.

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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Rex – In Love And War 5 – Old Friends

---------- Coming back from you errand run, you'll find that Rex and you have an unexpected, yet not unwelcome visitor. ----------

What Happened Before:

In Love And War

Part 2 -Noises In The Dark

Part 3 - Sinful Dreams

Part 4 - Mesh'la

Part 5 - Old Friends

When you came back to the hut with your bags loaded with food, you both knew immediately that something was wrong. An old instinct that was never lost, you both immediately noticed the smallest changes in your surroundings, a folded carpet edge, a chair that wasn't quite where you left it.

Rex instantly dropped all his bags and pulled out his blaster, you followed his lead.

What you found was unexpected, however, in the small living room of your refuge, sat a familiar face. You didn't know the name, but it was definitely a clone. He had an undercut hairstyle, shaved off at the sides and neck, and on his top longer combed-back hair that was slightly out of shape. On his left cheek was a scar that looked like an old burn.

Rex lowered his blaster first, then you did too.

"Howzer?" asked Rex incredulously.

You'd heard that name before, in connection with Ryloth, if you weren't mistaken.

Howzer wore a robe over his clone armor, yet you saw how battered the armor looked underneath and the man who was in it. The man sitting there on your sofa had obviously been through a lot.

Howzer looked at you, his expression both melancholy and relieved.

"I didn't believe it at first when they told me I'd find you here," he said to Rex.

Rex and you exchanged a startled look. Someone knew he was here, that was not good.

"Who told you about this?" asked Rex tensely.

Howzer raised his hands placatingly and you saw the tears in his gloves, the scars on his hands underneath.

"A mutual friend. Cut."

Rex breathed a sigh of relief, finally putting the blaster away and stepping closer to the sofa.

"You look tired"

Howzer nodded sadly.

"It's been a long arduous journey, one that has not been easy for me" Howzer spoke before his gaze drifted to you.

"Who's the girl?"

Rex's gaze turned stern.

"She's not just a girl," he growled "She's my former commander."

Howzer blinked.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to be disrespectful at all, not in general, I was just curious, Commander"

You sighed and smiled, settling down next to him on the sofa, "I'm not a commander anymore, it's fine"

Glancing at Rex you said, "How about you two catch each other up and I'll make some dinner for all of us?"

As if on cue, Howzer's stomach growled and he smiled apologetically. The smile and knowing how much he must have been through made your heart soften like a cookie you put in a bowl of milk.

"I'll be right back."

The men were sitting on the sofa talking, when you finished setting the table.

You put fresh pre-cut bread on the table, a pot of hearty soup, bowl, spoon and ladle.

You began to fill the plates and called out to the men, "Come on boys, dinner's ready."

Howzer and Rex came to the table. Rex sat down. Howzer smiled shyly at you and nodded gratefully before sitting down. You put more of the meat from the soup on the men's plates, the lion's share, and put a thick slice of the fresh bread on each.

"Thank you very much," Howzer said, and it was obvious that he was truly grateful.

You wondered when the poor guy had last eaten properly.

"Howzer said Clone Force 99 helped him escape after he was to be executed as a traitor," Rex told you before tearing off a piece of bread, dipping it into the soup and finally popping it into his mouth.

You paused in your movement for a second, then casually said, "Clone Force 99 wasn't affected by Order 66?"

Howzer swallowed the mouthful of meat he had in his mouth before replying, "No, I don't know exactly why, I didn't ask, but there were some clones who didn't coldly and stubbornly follow orders, that includes me."

You looked at Rex questioningly.

"So the chip doesn't work on every clone?"

"Seems so" Rex said "But unfortunately it does for most".

After a short pause you asked "Is everyone still alive? I mean the entire Clone Force 99?"

Both men nodded.

So Hunter was still alive. The two of you had once had a very brief relationship, a little hanky-panky, head over heels, but you hadn't said a word about it afterwards. Every once in a while you'd cast languorous glances at each other from afar when you ran into each other, but then you were assigned to Rex's unit and Hunter was always on the move, you hardly ever saw him, and because of Rex you had almost completely forgotten about him, even though Rex and you hadn't even come close.

"What are you thinking about?" asked Rex.

You looked up from your plate, startled.

"Nothing, I knew Clone Froce 99 a little, I was just wondering what they were doing now".

Howzer told you how arduous his journey to you and Rex had been, that he had barely escaped with his life a couple of times and that he had to deal with a firefight or two.

You remembered how difficult it had been for you and Rex to get here in the first place. But at least you had each other, Howzer was alone and as for someone who had been surrounded by so many of his brothers for so long, brothers he had to run from because they had orders to kill him, it was probably horrible. Thinking about that hurt your soul.

"You can stay here with us as long as you like," you said kindly, and you meant it.

Rex nodded affirmatively.

A few days later, you really noticed how handsome Howzer was. He had clean civi clothes, his hair had been fixed properly, he was washed and looked much healthier. That smile he had on him, it seemed so different from Rex's.

One evening he was helping you wash the dishes from dinner and Rex was taking care of firewood for the fireplace, since it had gotten colder outside, when he approached you a little shyly.

"Um, I hope you don't mind me asking Y/N, but is there something going on between you and Rex?"

You blinked in surprise.

"What makes you think that?"

He shrugged, finally laughed softly and said; "I don't know, honestly I just wanted to know if you were already taken or if I was spitting in Rex's soup when I asked you out"

You felt warmth creep into your cheeks and a tingle spread through your stomach.

"Oh?"

You cleared your throat uncertainly, "Did you ask him if he would be okay with that?"

Howzer shook his head and asked, "Should I?"

"Well, maybe, I don't know."

Howzer thought for a moment and finally nodded, "You're right, maybe he is interested in you and just hasn't said anything, would be typical of him"

You smiled a little nervously and handed him a plate to dry off.

After a little pause he asked, "And if he says he doesn't mind? Would you be interested then?"

You didn't think twice and surprised yourself how quickly you answered.

"Yes, I would be interested."

You couldn't help but return his warm, infectious smile.

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photogirl894 · 24 days

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Hello my beautiful, kind friend! Congratulations on 1,300 INSANE! 🤩 🎉

Please may I request some Hunter fluff with a female reader with the prompt:

“A life without you isn’t one I want to live.”

Perhaps Hunter accidentally confesses his true feelings to reader & then follows up with that cute line? Up to you if you’d want to do of course but I feel like you’d love to write for your Clone Hubby! Love you so much 🥰🩵

Thank you so much, Alanah!! Your friendship and support all these years has meant the world to me! 💜

Ohhhh you are far too kind with this request, my dear! 🥰🥰

**Putting a spoiler warning in case, but spoilers for Bad Batch s3 ep7**

"Chasing Waterfalls"

4. "A life without you isn't one I want to live."

Pairing: Hunter x fem reader

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The escape from the Empire on Teth hadn't been easy for you and all the Clones, but you'd all managed to get away nonetheless. It definitely hadn't been without its challenges.

Not only had the Empire managed to find everyone there and blow up the Clones' secret base, but they'd tracked you through the jungle and there had been an assassin on your trail. You had told everyone that you and Crosshair would draw his fire while everyone got to the rendezvous point to meet with Echo and you both pursued the assassin. However, he had attacked the both of you and, to protect Crosshair, you had tackled the assailant over a cliff's edge into a swiftly flowing river, which connected to a series of large waterfalls. You'd gone over one and fell into a rocky landing where the assassin tried going for you again. With a vibroblade drawn, he'd attacked you, but luckily, Hunter had trained you not only in hand-to-hand combat, but with a blade, as well. How to use it and how to fight against an opponent with one. You'd held your own, but only barely. The assassin was strong and highly-trained. Eventually, he'd forced your head under the water and you found your breath being driven quickly from your body. Lucky for you, Crosshair had caught up with you and stunned the assassin, which made him fall into the river and be taken with the next waterfall. Crosshair and also Howzer had been quick to grab you before you could fall over, as well, and saved your life. Hunter soon followed and you could tell, even with his helmet on, that he was worried about you. You figured you falling over the cliff had frightened him and he was trying to reassure himself that you were okay.

After that, you had been stopped at the rendezvous point by a battalion of Clones, but Rex knew their Commander; Commander Wolffe, and he had been willing to let you all go. Once all of you boarded Echo's ship, you were safe for the time being.

The entire ride back to Pabu, Hunter said nothing to you, which was very unlike him. The two of you were very close and talked all the time. He knew you better than you even knew yourself and the same could be said for you about him. What was wrong? Was he worried about Omega, since the Empire had nearly caught them? Was he reconsidering their options?

Or...was he angry at you for what you had done?

It wasn't until you got to Pabu that finally you decided to break the longstanding silence between you two.

While the others returned to the Marauder, you pulled Hunter aside by the big tree on the collanade. "Hunter...what's wrong? You didn't talk to me the whole trek back. That's not like you."

He turned away, his brow furrowed with conflicted emotions. You could tell he wanted to say something, but was fighting against it.

"If you're mad at me for what I did on Teth, I'm sorry. I was just trying to--"

"Don't ever do that again."

He had interrupted you so abruptly that it almost made you choke on the remainder of your words.

Then he looked back at you, his brown eyes radiating with pain, but not of physical nature. He kept going, his voice firm yet nearly shaking, "Do you have any idea what it did to me to see you disappear over the cliff and the waterfall like that? Do you know how terrified I was thinking that you had been killed and that I'd lost you forever?"

"Hunter...."

His hands came up to your arms, clutching you tightly. "I never want you to do anything like that again! Do you hear me? I can't lose you, (Y/N)! You mean everything to me and I care too much for you to even dare imagine my days without you!"

You blinked in surprise. This wasn't anything you were expecting to hear from him. While you had suspected for some time that he harbored feelings for you, just as you did for him, you hadn't expected him to say anything like this nor did you think his feelings ran that deep.

As you struggled to find the words to respond, he lifted his hands to your face and brought his forehead to yours, his eyes squeezing shut to try and hold himself together. "A life without you isn't one I want to live," he then said to you, now a more present trembling in his voice.

The fear in his words was unmistakable and it made you realize how reckless your actions on Teth had been. Not only just in regards to your own life, but to the lives of your squad; to Hunter's life. You had been thinking of their safety, but hadn't considered how your possible demise would affect them, especially Hunter. It was never your intention to frighten him and hearing how scared he sounded broke your heart. It had apparently scared him so much that it caused him to confess to you, which you hadn't anticipated.

You reached up and took one of his hands on your cheek, leaning into his gentle touch. "I'm so sorry," you whispered. "I...I never meant to scare you like that. I was only thinking of keeping you and the others safe."

"You can keep us safe, but please...not at the cost of your life," he replied. "I would never survive if you were no longer at my side. I need you. I...I love you."

As soon as those three words left his mouth, his hands grasped the back of your head and his lips came upon yours, kissing you softly but with evident yearning. Your heart soared within you as you kissed him in return, knowing now that your life was no longer your own to trifle with.

Your life was his and his life was yours...and neither of you would ever live without the other.

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sinfulsalutations · 9 months

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Yayyyy! Congrats! I would love to place my beloved Howzer in your amazing hands again. Could I request him with Fem!Reader for prompt 12 or 13? Leaning toward 12 but whichever you prefer! 😍 Thaaaaank you!!

➼ ɴᴏᴜʀ'ꜱ 500 ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

⋆ ★ ᴀʜʜ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰʀᴇᴇ! ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ꜱᴏ ʜᴏɴᴏʀᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴀɴ 🥹😌 ɪ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ 12 ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ 13, ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴘɪᴄᴇ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ!

➼ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ☆ “ɪꜰ ᴡᴇ ɢᴇᴛ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ, ɪ’ᴍ ʙʟᴀᴍɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ”

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ʜᴏᴡᴢᴇʀ x ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ᴘᴇɴᴇᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴇx, ꜱᴇx ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇᴛ, ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ Qᴜɪᴇᴛ (ʜᴏᴡᴢᴇʀ ɪꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴀ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴊᴏʙ)

➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ☆ 508

➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

Howzer has always been a passionate lover. You first catch such a glimpse during your first kiss, how he pleasantly groans into you and hums so sweetly when he pulls away. Even when you aren’t engaging in such hot and heavy activities, just simple, domestic pastimes, how long he’d savor each passing kiss and hug. But you don’t truly realize such a fact until you’re in bed, not for the first time, no, but a time when he isn’t allowed to make as much noise as he pleases. That becomes a problem very, very quickly.

The groans are pleasant, no doubt, as he rocks into you slowly and methodically to ensure you don’t make too much racket with how you're positioned on top of a storage crate in a closet, but even then, you’ll no doubt be found if he continues making those sounds.

“Howzer,” You mutter, eyes succumbing to close from pleasure. He’s still rocking the both of you slowly, even as you rouse his attention to your voice. “Baby.”

“Something wrong, sweetheart?” He finally answers you, and you huff. At least you can hide your face, pressing your chin on his shoulder and facing the ceiling.

“You’re being too loud.”

His rocking stops for a moment, and he adjusts the both of you so you’re looking at each other. Suddenly, you’re laughing softly, and he’s biting his lip, a look of light disappointment in himself over his features.

“I thought I was being quiet,” He admits with a chuckle, leaning down and pressing your foreheads together. You laugh with him, very quietly and very carefully, but still enough to know that you’re not upset with him. “I mean, this is pretty quiet for me,” He adds, more hushed than before.

“Sure,” You retort, before lazily resting your arms on his shoulders, holding the back of his head, and bringing him down for a kiss. He lets himself make some noise as you do, letting it ferment and vibrate between the two of your bodies and not leave, but it’s still enough for you to pull back again, giving him a stern look and a raised eyebrow. “Seriously?”

He doesn’t respond appropriately.

You sigh, “If we get caught, I’m blaming you.”

Howzer only smiles again, pecking the top of your nose.

“I’m fine with that, dear,” He says.

You bite the inside of your cheek, attempting to contain a coy grin, but it doesn’t seem to be working. Suddenly, Howzer moves; he’s lifting your hips off the crate and turning you around, pushing his bottom onto it and bringing you into his lap, all somehow without slipping out of you.

It’s your turn to make noise, squealing softly, but he brings his hand over your mouth to contain it. You scowl, before lightly pecking his palm, urging him to pull it away.

“Hm,” he hums with a mischievous smile. “Seems like I’m not the one making all the noise now.”

You slap him lightly; with your lovesick smiles and starstruck eyes, it’s helpless to contain your giggles.

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freesia-writes · 11 months

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C-can I pick Howzer for #1, mmmaybe? 👉👈

ANY EXCUSE TO WRITE FOR HOWZER, my love! :D This follower celebration was SO FUN because the variety of prompts and people I have waiting to be written about are just... *chef's kiss*. This one was super fun. It was one of those times where the writing just kind of falls into place as you go along! Hope it's a fun one. <3

#1 - You hear [clone] tell the waitress that they are nervous for their blind date, but no one shows up. So you sit down to act like the date.

Howzer x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.5k Content Warnings: Kissin and drinkin ;)

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He caught your eye the moment he walked in. He was immediately recognizable as a clone, but he just had a little extra *somethin* that immediately had your attention. Whether it was the tousled undercut he sported or the curving scars across his cheek and chin, you were thoroughly enjoying the view from your perch at the far end of the bar counter. It was always fun to see clones free of their armor, enjoying their scarce free time.

You’d had to stay late after your shift at the restaurant, covering a baby shower that stretched for hours through the day and into the afternoon, and now the dinner rush was already starting. You were free to leave, of course, but an extra dirty martini and some of the mistaken food orders were too good to pass up. Plus, the bartender was your best friend, so when she had a break between customers, there was always good conversation to be had.

“Did you see that test tube specimen walk in just now? Right up your alley…” she asked, waggling her eyebrows at you while she shook a steel canister.

“It’s not ALL clones, Dee…” you said in mock defensiveness. Okay, so you had a type. And there happened to be millions of them. But they weren’t all the same… not that it was worth getting into it with her again. “But yeah,” you admitted, peering over your shoulder again, watching him sit and gently take the menu from his server, “He’s got a sweet vibe.”

“You’ve watched him for fifteen seconds and you already think you can tell his vibe?” Dee challenged, pouring the drink. Without waiting for an answer, she bustled off to deliver it, leaving you to wait for his server to come back to the station next to your seat. As soon as he approached, you were speaking.

“So what’s the deal with table 44 over there?” you asked, earning an immediate snarky grin from Barnes, who was quite the tall drink of water himself, but he’d made it quickly known that he wasn’t interested in women.

“Ohh, you noticed, huh?” Barnes laughed, tapping on the register screen to enter a drink order, which you leaned over to peer at, curious what he might like. “Yeah, he’s a treat. All cute and nervous, too. He’s on a blind date.”

“Ahh, damn,” you said, leaning back to your food. “Well let’s see who he got set up with.”

* * *

You lost track of time, nursing your martini and accepting an extra appetizer that had been ordered and then changed. Dee had been regaling you with a tale from the last party she’d been to, although it was delivered in bits and pieces as she went about her job. It wasn’t until Barnes gave you a tap on the shoulder that you remembered to look for the clone’s hot date. Surprisingly, however, the chair opposite him was still empty, and he was leaning his chin into one hand, elbow on the table, the other hand idly twirling the straw in his drink. He looked so smart in his dark grey uniform, and you noted the way it fit snugly around his chest and arms, tucked neatly in to a belt around his narrow waist.

“Get this,” Barnes said conspiratorially as he tapped on the register again, “He just asked for the check, for just his drink. I think he got stood up. Should I quit and go join him?” he paused, as though he were genuinely asking you, then chuckled. “Ehh, I’m not into the military type. Also, it’s getting busier -- you should get out of here before you get wrangled into serving some tables.”

“Good point,” you said, not really thinking about what he said because you were so surprised and distracted at the fact that Mr. Handsome over there had been stood up. What kind of idiot… Suddenly, an idea popped into your head, as the rest of Barnes’ words finally processed, and you decided to act on it before your rational brain (and cowardly second-guessing) kicked in. “Wait, Barnes, don’t give him the check…” you said, putting a hand on his arm as the receipt printed in front of him. “I’m gonna do it.”

His genuine laugh of delight was infectious, and further fueled your slightly bubbly mood. “Well you’d better come up with a good excuse for making him wait so long… And make it worth his time,” he said, giving you a suggestive wink that earned him a smack on the shoulder. You stuffed your apron into the cabinet below the server stand and rushed to the refresher to see what could be done. The smell of a full day’s work in a restaurant was heavy on your clothes and hair, and the barely-remaining makeup was sparse. Grateful for the little basket of hygiene items kept under the sink, you pulled your hair down, tousling it with your fingers after spraying some refreshing powder through it. You got some paper towels wet and wiped your armpits, laughing at the thought of the clone seeing you now. There was nothing to be done about your outfit -- black button-up shirt and black pants -- but at least you could untuck the shirt now and roll up the sleeves. You made one last stop by the bar, making two rushed requests of Dee.

“Hey -- real quick -- I need that gold necklace from the lost and found drawer, and can you make a dirty martini and another of whatever he had?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said, shaking her head fondly as she fetched the necklace that had been left a few weeks ago. “I mean, what the heck. Sounds like fun, and probably nicer for him than going home sad.” Armed with two drinks and as much courage as you could muster, you headed for the table, running through all the possibilities in your mind.

“Hi! Blind date, right?” you asked, wanting to be careful not to lie. His brown eyes lifted to you, expression unreadable. He’d been patiently waiting, but was he the stiff sort who would be indignant at being made to wait? Or was he a pushover so desperate for attention that he’d put up with anything? It remained to be seen.

“Yeah,” he said in that smooth clone voice you’d heard so many times. “Howzer,” he said, standing to greet you. He awkwardly offered a hand, realizing you had a drink in each of yours, and gave a breathy chuckle of relief as you quickly set the glasses on the table and took his hand, giving it a gentle shake. You froze, unsure of whether to use your name, or if he knew the name of the person he was expecting…

“And you’re Xena, right? Here, please, sit?” he continued, standing behind your chair and smiling in such a kind way that the guilt settled heavily on your shoulders. He’d been made to wait an awfully long time, and yet here he was, offering a kind and graceful introduction…And it was also way too much work to try to figure out how to continue the deception as further details would be questioned.

“Erm, no…” you admitted, once he’d cordially seated you and taken his place across the table. His furrowed brow and crooked smile made your heart skip a beat, and you blundered on, “I’m sorry… I work here, well, not right now, but I was hanging out, and I heard you were waiting for someone, and I saw it had been a long time, and I was… well, yeah, I was totally creeping on you from over there… And I just didn’t want you left here hanging cause you’re just… Well you seem really nice… And honestly, you’re really cute… Ohhhh man. This is not a good start,” you laughed nervously, burying your face in your hands. What HAD you been thinking?

Howzer put two and two together and leaned back, running a hand over his tousled hair. You grimaced, hoping it wouldn’t all fall to pieces, and gently pushed the drink toward him once you were willing to show your face again, despite its bright red color. “Here… I brought the same thing you ordered, and… you can just enjoy it, if you want… Sorry, I don’t know what I was aiming for here,” you fumbled, starting to rise to your feet.

“No, wait -- it’s alright,” he offered, raising a hand to accompany his words. “I guess Pivot didn’t paint me in the best light to whoever I was supposed to meet here,” he chuckled dryly. “But it was kind of you to take pity on me… I think? Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m starving, so what do you say to some dinner?”

Relief cascaded down at the invitation, and your shoulders dropped a few inches with the release of tension. You smiled, letting out the breath you didn’t know you’d been holding, and nodded.

“You said you work here?” he continued, opening the menu as if he hadn’t spent the last thirty minutes reading it about eight times over. “What’s the good stuff? Oh, and I suppose I should ask your name too.”

You filled him in, on both points, and had just began sharing about how you got this job when Barnes interrupted you by sliding right up to the table with an air that absolutely demanded attention. “Welllll hellooo again. I see your date showed up?” he said, mock innocence painted all over his face. Howzer gave you a smirk with a raised eyebrow, and you blushed bright red again, chuckling anxiously once again.

“I told him, Barnes,” you said, holding your hands up in surrender. “I’m not cut out for this sort of thing.”

“And yet you’re still here,” Barnes pointed out, pursing his lips at you before sending Howzer a rather flirty glance. “I mean, I don’t blame you. But you’re not skimping on my tip if you’re gonna make me serve you,” he said, turning back to you. His charisma lightened the mood even further, and you assured him that he would not be slighted in any way. After some discussion about the dishes and a few suggestions, both you and Howzer had the food ordered and were left to stare at each other once again. You were trying to figure out what kind of date this was meant to be, what type he may be looking for (or what type he was himself). But instead of trying to make yourself into something you weren’t, you decided to just be authentic and see where it went. You didn’t really have much to lose, anyway.

“So. Howzer,” you said, “How’d you get the name?”

He leaned forward again, stirring his drink again and appearing to be much more relaxed, and began sharing stories from his life so far. It was decidedly different than yours, especially with the fact that he aged twice as fast. You tried not to think about the actual number of years he’d been alive, as that would make you a total pervert by regular human age standards. He told tales of his brothers, their personalities and quirks, and the adventures that his military life had taken him on so far. He shared his thoughts about the world, musing about ideas for the future -- if or when things ever changed. The minutes melted away, punctuated only by Barnes appearing occasionally to refill drinks, bring plates, or clear them away.

You’d always had a soft spot for the clones, but you loved seeing them open up. The unique complexity of each individual was always a delight, and Howzer seemed to have more depth than most. He was simultaneously ambitious yet reserved, steady yet bold. You were finding yourself more and more enthralled, and in a bit of disbelief at your luck. Somehow you’d chatted away the entire dinner rush, and the restaurant was now growing quiet, filled with only a few lingering guests.

The conversation took a bit of a flirty turn, and you found yourself reaching across the table in a fit of laughter, clapping your hand on top of his. He smiled, still chuckling, and turned his hand over to gently take yours, sending another spark through your body. His gaze darkened a little, taking on a suggestive edge that suddenly made you ready to take him home right then and there. His thumb traced softly across your knuckles, and his eyes dropped to your hands on the table.

“Well, things didn’t turn out so badly tonight after all, did they…” Howzer mused. His smooth voice and the thrill of the last couple of hours of conversation and connection had you feeling as though you were living a dream. You smiled, giving his hand a little squeeze, and shook your head.

“Want to get out of here?” you asked, perhaps with more of a seductive tone than you’d intended.

“Oh, ahh, sure… But… well, I mean…” he stuttered, sheepish and hesitant all of a sudden, and you wondered if you’d crossed a line somehow.

“I just meant for a walk, or glow pops, or something to change the scene,” you offered brightly, and though he tried to hide it, he looked visibly relieved.

“Sure -- yes -- sorry,” he continued, running a hand through his hair again. “Look, this has been super fun, and I’m so glad you took the initiative to sit down. I’m just… I’m not much of a one-night-stand kind of guy. I know it’s lame, or whatever, but… I guess I just take a while to warm up that way… The guys make fun of me for it all the time.” You felt your heart swell in your chest at his vulnerability. You definitely hadn’t been expecting that, and somehow it made you crave him even more. Respectfully, of course.

“Don’t apologize!” you insisted, leaning forward and picking your hand up from his to place it on his bicep, emphasizing your words with a smile. “I’ve really enjoyed this. And would like to continue to enjoy it.”

“I mean, I’m not a total prude,” he said, laughing self-consciously, still with that glint in his eyes that hit you right in the soul.

“I don’t know,” you said playfully, being careful to keep it lighthearted, “We’ll have to see about that.” You bit your lip, hoping it wasn’t too much of a jab, but he smirked, primly setting his napkin on the table and rising to his feet, extending a hand to you.

“Well let’s start with a walk.”

After fighting over the bill for a few minutes, since you “weren’t the one he asked on a date” but he “had indeed taken you on a date” but “it was where you worked” but “it still needed to be paid” but “you wanted to be fair”… You let him pay with the insistence that you’d be getting the next one, which gave you a little thrill at the thought that there would be a next one. The coat closet was in the middle of a long, narrow hallway that branched away from the host stand at the main entrance, and the hallway included a few other doors that led to the refreshers as well as the kitchen. Howzer leaned in, scanning the hangers for his coat, and suddenly you heard a loud voice as the restaurant door slammed closed behind someone.

“Hello! I need to be seated immediately. Oh, it’s been a ROTTEN evening. The stupid taxi driver got lost twice, and the train was held up by some idiot old lady, and now I’m incredibly late to meet someone here!” a sharp female voice announced, catching the attention of everyone within hearing range. The realization hit you like a gallon of ice water dumped over your head, and as Howzer leaned out of the closet door to peer at the disturbance, you moved without thinking, pushing him back into the coat closet with so much force that both of you lost your balance and tumbled in, kept on your feet (barely) only by the row of jackets hanging up along the back wall.

Howzer’s arms went out to the sides, hitting the wall with an ungainly thump, and you fell into him, landing against his chest in the most fortuitous way, hands splayed across his shoulders to try to break your fall. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation, and heard him chuckle quietly once the initial surprise had passed.

“I wasn’t aware I had this effect on women,” he said in a low voice, and you held a finger to your lips with urgency, tilting your head toward the loud voice still ringing outside.

“What do you MEAN, he left?!” she said shrilly, and you could hear Barnes smoothing things over. “You can’t hold a table longer than two hours? That’s just ridiculous.” You sent up a silent prayer of thanks for his quick thinking and willingness to cover for you. You slowly pushed yourself to your feet, freeing Howzer from beneath you, though you were quite loath to do so, and watched him slowly stand straight as well. His eyebrows raised at what he was hearing, and he looked down at you in amusement.

“I may have dodged a bullet tonight,” he whispered, and you stifled a giggle.

“Fine, well at least tell me where the refresher is, and I’ll be on my way!” the woman demanded, and the quick click-clack of her heels coming down the hall sent you both into a panic again. There was nowhere to hide except behind all the coats, and you both immediately dove into the row of fabrics, pushing them out in front of you and flattening yourselves against the wall, side by side. Now you were trying really hard not to laugh, at the utter ridiculousness of this turn of events, and you clapped a hand over your mouth to avoid making a sound.

“You know she doesn’t even know what I look like, right? We’ve never met,” Howzer breathed in your ear, and you gave him a little push.

“There weren’t any other clones in the restaurant tonight, were there?” you whispered right back, and he tilted his head in concession.

“Good point.”

The sound of the refresher door closing was a welcome one, and you pushed the line of jackets in front of you apart, taking a deep breath of the fresh air that was a nice change from the stuffiness of your hiding place. You were getting ready to head out when you felt Howzer pull your arm, and you turned back toward him questioningly.

“We don’t want to risk it. Better wait til she leaves,” he said, shrugging as though he had no choice in the matter. But the soft croon of his voice and that little shimmer of a reflection of the dim closet light in his eye took away absolutely any reason you may have to argue, and you leaned back into him, facing him now, as he rested against the wall. Jackets were stuffed all around you, draped over your back and undoubtedly sticking out a bit, but his breath caught in his throat as you drew near and the sound made you forget about everything else.

“I don’t want to push you past your comfort zone,” you said softly, feeling the tingles growing as he ran his hands up the outsides of your arms, and you brought your hands up to rest on his broad chest.

“I appreciate that,” he breathed, leaning in a little closer, “But I told you I wasn’t a complete prude.” He was so close now that you could smell him, an intoxicating mix of aftershave, soap, traces of scents from dinner, and the slightest hint of musk underneath it all. His proximity was electrifying, and you lifted your face to take in the fondness in his eyes and the gentleness in his expression. You were hopelessly lost at this point. “Can I kiss you?” he whispered, and your cheeks curved into a smile at his gentlemanly request.

“Yes please,” you whispered back, and as soon as the last syllable had left your lips, his mouth was against them, arms wrapping you in a firm yet tender embrace. As if the closet weren’t stuffy enough, the sudden heat of the moment, combined with the two of you pressed together, had you completely flushed with warmth. His kiss was unfathomably sweet, and when he pulled away with a soft smack of the lips, he rested his forehead against yours with a small smile on his face. You lifted a hand to his scarred cheek, reveling in the moment.

The silence was broken by the refresher door opening again, and an aggressive tapping of heels echoed down the hallway as the narrowly-avoided blind date from hell clattered out the front door. You pulled back a little to better meet Howzer’s eyes, though you could have stayed there forever.

“Now how about that walk?”

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May I please request [WET] with Rex or Gregor or Howzer or Hunter? 🤣🙈 thank you, you wonderfully talented thing you! 💕

Hello, dear friend 😅

I'd like to formally apologize for disappearing on this ask/request for so long. I feel horrible 😓...BUT, I refused to allow that to prevent me from finishing it! SO! Almost a year later, here if your request!

Honestly, I struggled so much with picking between Howzer and Gregor haha I haven't written for any of your boys you suggested before so I felt the most comfortable with Howzer. Though, if you have any more requests, I'd be more than happy to make those about the other two 😏 Also, I started this far before season 3 came out haha sooooo, I just went with what I had mostly written.

Anyway! Here you are, friend!

The Downpour

Pairing: Captain Howzer x fem!reader

Warnings: none really? A little risqué but nothing NSFW- still not entirely my forte just yet haha, but some good kissing.

Summary: Howzer is hiding himself away, on a planet that should keep him safe until Rex and Gregor can come back for him with a few other Clone Rebels. Until then, he is at the mercy of a woman Rex had contact with to keep the clone Captain fed. But Howzer is struggling with rising feelings he never knew a military man like himself could feel.

Word Count: 3k

Though on a different planet, hiding was still a top priority to Howzer, especially now that he not only had to protect himself but you, as well. It hadn’t been long since Rex and Gregor, along with a few other rebellious clones, found a secluded place for the rogue to settle. Rex had a few connections to people in the neighboring town so Howzer had someone to help supply food or whatever he may need and that was how he stumbled upon you- the one who helped far more than he could’ve ever asked. You not only supplied food but comfort when he would have sudden bouts of panic and flashbacks of seeing his brothers die in battle. Not just comfort, but encouragement, kindness, understanding…compassion. For a clone. For someone expendable. Replaceable. However, you’d told him multiple times he wasn’t, there was no way he could understand how you’d believed that. You were so unique, so breathtakingly exotic to him, and yet…the only thing that made him any different than his brothers was the scars on his face from the battles he’d seen. Nevertheless, no matter how he’d felt about what you may have seen in him, he promised to protect you with every possible effort he could muster. You made the little shack he took shelter in a home and as reckless as the thought was, Howzer fully believed that he would prefer death before he’d let the Empire take that feeling from him. But of course, you were oblivious to all of the overwhelming affection that he scarcely kept from boiling over every time you’d show up at his door with that smile that he spent nights dreaming about.

Today was only a little different…

It was a cloudy, overcast day and Howzer assumed rain would be expected at some point in the day but being new to the region he was still growing accustomed to the exotic weather patterns. So, going about his day as he normally would, while waiting for you, he busied himself with straightening up the small shack for your arrival. There was hardly room to make a mess, though that didn’t stop the clone from feeling as if he needed to make the place as perfect for you as he could, every single time. Howzer could feel his fingers fidgeting nervously, adjusting the vase of native flora in the center of the table back and forth a few times to keep his hands busy. He’d found a bush of wild flowers a day or two ago, during his daily trek of the surrounding woods, and decided that he wanted to surprise you with them during one of your regular stop-ins. The feeling you gave him was an entirely new experience for the clone, he’d only ever known war and militia- cold nights and dangerous encounters. But you gave him gentle touches and warm smiles that brought a whole new perspective to his life- a softer perspective and he craved it.

Blinking, Howzer realized he’d been daydreaming of you once again, brought back to reality by the grounding sound of heavy rain hammering the roof above his head. Glancing out the window to see if the sound matched the actual amount of rain outside, Howzer glimpsed your silhouette amongst the trees. “She’s lost her mind!” He panicked to himself as he grabbed for his raincoat by the door, rushing out into the torrent to meet you halfway. The rogue clone shouted your name over the loud rain, bounding up to you. “Howzer!” You simply greeted him with a grin that nearly toppled him. The hand over your forehead, protecting your face from the rough battering of rain, moved to wave innocently at the man approaching you.

Once in front of one another, Howzer’s breath ragged from his sprint to you, he realized that the coat was useless, noticing how soaked through you’d become despite his efforts. Taking in your drenched figure, heat rose to warm his cheeks from the cold air when he observed how the wet fabric folded over your curves. “Seems a little silly for us both to be soaked, don’t you think, Captain?” You laughed playfully as you wiped at the water in your eyes. “I mean, look at you,” You motioned to his t-shirt that was now clinging to his well-muscled torso, taking a secret moment to admire it for yourself.

“I-uh,” he fought with his thoughts, the sight of your figure distracting him from the words he knew he needed to say to explain why he’d run out to meet you. Squeezing his eyes shut to think, he chuckled out a breath at his internal struggle. “You make me a fool, cyare. That’s my only defense.” He finally muttered against the rain, meeting your eyes with a charming smile.

Perplexed by seeing his lips move but not processing what he was saying because of the loud pattering of the rain, you blinked a few times. “Sorry, Captain” you teased his title again, “I’m afraid the rain is drowning out your voice.” Leaning to look past the larger man, you then glanced up at his face to see he was fixated on your eyes. “Maybe we should head inside, then you can tell me what you wanted to say.”

Once inside the humble shack, you shuffled out of the soaked jacket you had tossed on before leaving. Glancing over your shoulder at Howzer, noting that he was placing his usual paranoid locks in place, you queried, “So what was it that you said out there, Howzer?”

“Oh! Uh-“ Howzer stumbled over his words momentarily, remembering exactly what he’d unintentionally let slip, and silently praised the rain for being loud enough to cover his mistaken confession. “I-I was saying that you are incredibly insane for walking all the way here in that mess of rain.” His chuckle warmed your chilled bones as he took a seat on one of the wooden chairs at the small round table you, yourself were standing near. His honey eyes glimmered against his wet hair, which was currently plastered against his forehead, “Though, I’ve come to find that your unpredictable nature is endearing.” and the boyish grin that followed after made you surprisingly bashful.

A light blush touched your cheeks as you swatted him away, “I didn’t choose to walk through the deluge out there haphazardly, ya know! It just started pouring on my way over here”, your laugh trailing off as you pulled out the rations you were supposed to be delivering. “Halfway here I realized the rations were probably ruined as well…Sorry, Howzer.” The drenched packages that slopped onto the counter from your bag gave away the condition of the contents. A pout fell over your face and Howzer could hardly keep his heart steady as he saw the precious upturn of your brows.

The captain could hear the remorse and guilt weaving through your normally bubbly voice, so he waved his hand in dismissal. “Don’t worry about it, we can figure something else out, mesh’la. Besides, you should know by now, the rations are nice,” he chuckled, “but the company is far more valuable to me.” You had only met a handful of clones throughout your life, many of the Clone Wars had affected the planet around you, but never yours so that left the planet more for the stationing of the clones- but very rarely. The ones you had met had seemed far more rough around the edges, more militant than Howzer was, at least around you. He was always so gentle and notably affectionate. Certainly not that you were complaining, the way he treated you was special enough to swoon you from early on. A handsome military man with a compassionate heart was hardly something anyone could deny for too long.

Especially one with such an adorable smile such as his.

“I uh-” Howzer clearing his throat brought you back as he tapped his fingers against the table, “I saw these while I was on one of my walks the other day.” A subtle gesture toward the mason jar of wildflowers brought your attention to them, “they reminded me of you so I thought I’d bring them back and, uh, see how you liked them.” His eyes flickered between your reaction and the flora between the two of you. It wasn’t the first time the clone captain had been unsure of exactly what to say around you, not by a long shot, but the current situation felt more difficult than others.

“For…me?” The sweet innocence in your voice betrayed the devastatingly sinful way the wet clothes accentuated your figure for his trained eye, so in an attempt to compose himself, Howzer fiddled with pushing his wet hair back and out of his face.

“Yeah, for you, mesh’la” he cleared his throat again to steady his growing anticipation. Watching as your beautiful eyes widened in realization, picking the jar up to inspect it closer, Howzer felt his left leg begin to bounce against the wood floor. The silence felt suffocating as you continued to run your finger delicately through the flowers, not glancing even once over at the anxious captain. It gave enough pause for Howzer to overthink his words, maybe he should’ve explained more the reason why he picked them? Perhaps he shouldn’t have said anything? Had he said too much? Or worse…were these flowers that he thought were pretty just seen as weeds on your planet and now you thought he was insulting you?

Oh, stars…what if you thought he was insulting you!

“They’re so beautiful, Howzer,” your voice was soft and wistful enough to halt every worrying thought swirling inside of him. “I can’t believe you gathered them just for me. I really appreciate that.” You held the jar close to your chest and he was met with another one of your devastating smiles that made his heart stop in its thundering rhythm. The sparkle in your eyes hypnotized him, reeling him into what felt like a world where just your smile existed. There was no Republic, no Empire, no war, no Order 66, no hiding for safety…just the dream that was so perfectly…you. In this world, there were no repercussions for how he felt. He could love you freely as his heart desired, finally know the way you’d feel wrapped up in him, he wouldn’t have to worry about you being hurt by anyone because of him.

You could properly be his, the way he wanted to be yours.

“You are breathtaking, mesh’la…”

The words caught you off guard, your eyes having traveled back down at some point to look over the floral arrangement in your hands now snapped back over to see the clone captain gazing at you lovingly, as if he were looking upon a rare star. “H-Howzer…?”

It seemed as if he were enchanted by something as he stood up from his chair, being drawn in by the longing to touch you, “forgive me, I know this is sudden,” Howzer began in a low tone, his fingers caressing your hand as he approached, removing the jar gently and placing it aside. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” the way he breathed your name elicited goosebumps across your arms, his rough fingertips chasing them up to carefully cup your neck. Brown eyes searched yours for any sign of discomfort from his sudden display but he could find nothing of the such, surprise, elation, and confusion perhaps, but not an ounce of displeasure. Your wet cheeks felt warmer and warmer by the second, the restriction of the clothes that clung to your body becoming alarmingly apparent. “I could’ve chosen a better time to do this, I guess.” Chuckling as he wiped away a stray drop of rain that cascaded down your jaw to your neck where his warm hand was still settled.

“No,” your voice startled you, speaking before you even realized, “please…don’t stop. I-I…you’re very warm this close.”

“I could warm you up a little more,” the shift in his eyes was alluring as one of his hands slid back to cradle the back of your head, gently tangling his fingers through your wet hair, tilting your face up a little more to glance between your eyes and lips, “that is, if you’d allowed me, cyra’ika?” His grin melted any resolve you had to deny him for the sake of Rex and any other clones that might need their brother in top shape…not distracted by a romantic entanglement.

Your heart fluttered wildly against your chest, curiosity overwhelming you, “warm me up more?” and at his simple nod, you continued, “h-how?” Your hands finally came up to slide over his wet shirt, settling at his chest as he stepped even further into your space.

“I could tell you,” Howzer began, “or I could show you how beautiful I think you are.” he finished softer, the same fire behind his eyes. Thousands of possibilities ran wild through your mind at the offer, but before you could choose just one, hearing his gruff voice whisper your name to catch your immediate attention. “It would be an honor of mine to kiss you…please.”

Without answering, you surged upward to crash against him in a desperate attempt to quell some of the burning in your chest for the man before you. Howzer grunted at the sensation of feeling you against him finally, tasting your lips for the first time nearly bringing him to his knees. One of his hands stayed firmly at the back of your head, the other sliding down to press your lower back, pushing you further into him- craving the sensation of you everywhere. The way your lips slid against his in a fervent kiss made his head spin and the surprise of this even being reality instead of one of his many dreams caused him to pull away only a fraction to allow a whisper of your name to echo between the two of you. “Yes, Captain?” Your response was just as quiet as his, the title more of a pet name when spoken from your lips, “Don’t tell me you’re going to retreat from me now.” You always had such a sweet, innocent sparkle to your eye, and the way you gazed up at him currently with the same glimmer but this time with a haze of lust and hooded eyes made the clone captain even more resolute in his sudden decision.

“I’d be a kriffing fool, mesh’la,” Howzer pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your lips, his tongue sliding dominantly into your mouth, claiming the treasure that was your moan. “A kriffing fool…” he repeated, almost breathlessly before he dove back in to devour you once more. The heated exchange was nearly dizzying, as he kissed you repeatedly, pulling away for only moments long enough to breathe. You’d always experienced his passion when he spoke of his brothers, the Clone Wars, Ryloth, and even Hera- the little Twi’lek girl he watched over often. But experiencing his passion in such an intimate way felt surreal and with his lips now trailing down your jaw to leave warm kisses against your neck you muttered his name through heavy breaths. “Yes, cyar’ika?” The gravel in his voice vibrated through your body.

“Wh-What do those words-” you were interrupted by a sudden gasp as he pulled aside the wet shoulder of your shirt to kiss your wet skin, “those words mean…the names you call me.”

Howzer hummed in pleasure at your question, kissing back along to your collarbone, “my Mando’a pet names for you,” he began, only stopping to speak against your cold skin, “Mesh’la,” he kissed your clavicle, “means beautiful. Which you are, to me.” Lips leaving kisses across to the other shoulder, “Cyar’ika” a warm open-mouthed kiss to the juncture between your neck and shoulder, “means darling, or sweetheart- interchangeably. And you are both of those things, my darling and my sweetheart.” His whispers only heightened the sensation of his kisses against your skin. “Cyare”, this one he paused for a moment, considering if he should give the truth of the definition to you, or what others could use the word to mean. As his lips kissed up the column of your neck, Howzer felt the way your hands gripped at the cloth of his shirt, fortifying his determination. Leaving a kiss just below your ear he whispered, “Mean beloved.” Your shuttering gasp made him smile against your skin, “which you are. You are my beloved.”

It felt like a dream as you felt him encircle you within his arms, head rising to meet your eyes once more, his damp hair, you noticed, having come to fall back onto his forehead. “You are everything I never even considered and if you’ll continue to let me, I would love to show you just how deeply I care about you, mesh’la.” His eyes spoke more than his words, the way they glimmered eagerly to shower you with his affection.

It felt as if your heart were bound to burst upon all of the sudden emotions, but you merely took a deep breath and matched his growing smile, “I would love that, Howzer. Please, show me how much you care about me, so that I may do the same for you.”

Mischief filled his smile as he caressed your cheek adoringly, “Then if you don’t, let’s get you out of these drenched clothes, what do you say?”

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coffeeandbatboys · 27 days

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Hola! Congrats on 270 (and more now (probably!))! May I request for he event an offering of Howzer, 😜 and the number randomiser said 7

@eternal-transcience <3

I'M SO SORRY THAT THIS TOOK SO LONG!! That was the ‘Have you ever thought about porgs’ prompt and for some reason I couldn’t figure that out with Howzer so I bumped it down to the next one. This is short but I hope you like it love!

Prompt: Dancing in the rain

This one got a little out of hand with the kissing and a comment towards the end 👀 but other than that there’s really no warnings.

I love a rainy night (Howzer x Reader)

"Looks like rain," you mused, nudging Howzer's armored shoulder. He looked forward and smiled. You’d been walking along when thunder roared far off in the distance. Howzer had mentioned that he wanted to spend some time with you outside but it didn’t look like that would happen today.

You followed his gaze as the first drops landed with a splat on the ground. Before you could react, Howzer threw his head back and let out a whoop, a sound so unexpected that it made you laugh. He clipped his helmet to his belt with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Smiling, he kissed you sweetly before dragging you out in the rain.

The rain stung your face, washing away the grime from your long day. Howzer wrapped his arms around your waist and spun the both of you, eliciting a shriek of excitement. Your boots landed back in the mud with a splash as he placed a gloved hand on your waist and took your hand in his.

"Isn't this what they do in the holos, Mesh'la?" he whispered, lips brushing against your temple.

You giggled, wrapping your arms around him. "Yeah, In the holos." you echoed.

You didn't have music, but the drumming of the rain on his armor provided a steady rhythm. You swayed to it, steps clumsy in the mud, but your laughter rang out, a melody carried away by the wind.

As the rain swirled around the two of you, you couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful man you got to call yours. He was often times very stressed and straightforward, but right at this moment he was holding his Mesh’la—you—in his arms. He was dancing in the rain for kriffs sake!

He pressed his forehead to yours and sighed. You caressed his scar lightly, fingers trailing over the marred flesh. He surged forward to catch your lips in his, groaning pleasantly when you returned the kiss. His teeth nipped your bottom lip, eliciting a squeak from you, but he quickly soothed the spot with a softer kiss.

You pulled away, breath stolen by the man who was holding you at the moment. He offered a smile and continued to sway beneath the rain and clouds that surrounded you.

Maker, you loved him so much.

“I’m glad we get some time together.” He hummed, brushing abut of hair that was plastered to your forehead by the rain.

You smiled. “Maybe once we’re back at my apartment we can find more ways to spend it.” You teased, nudging your nose against his. A smirk grew on his face as he pulled you close to his chest.

“Then why don’t we get going, cyare?”

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clone-anon · 5 months

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Howzer x Wife Reader

This is for @freesia-writes

"Do you want anything to eat, love?" Howzer poked his head in the living room while the kids finished up eating.

"No, not now," you replied, trying to smile.

He wasn't going to push it. He knew you were having another rough day and you couldn't control your appetite. He gave the kids kisses as he made sure they were cleaned up. They left the table a little messier than it was just ten minutes ago. They went to play and you couldn't help but smile and feel unsure at the same time.

Howzer came in and you moved so he could sit on the couch and you could rest your head in his lap. He ran his fingers through your hair.

"So much going on in there," he said, knowing your mind was swirling despite how you laid relatively quietly. You sat up and he pulled you into his lap. You rested your forehead against his and kissed his cheek.

"It's going to be okay," he said. "I know that doesn't fix it, but we'll get through this." He smiled at you and reached up to cup your cheek. "Do you know that you're still as beautiful as always? Even when you're running around or you're itchy or you can't focus on anything so you try to do all the things. You're still so precious to me."

He kissed your cheek and held you close. Sitting still was sometimes hard, but you found him incredibly grounding. Your kids jumped onto the couch next to both of you, the oldest wanting to show you some art they'd been working on and the littlest looking for some hugs from both of you. Things might be hard right now, but you weren't alone.

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bacarasbabe · 10 months

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Hellooooo! I like your idea for asks! If it pleases the jury, may I request ☆ { laughing } mid way through with Howzer x Fem!Reader? 🥰 Many thanks!

Thank you for the request! I've never written for Howzer before but this was fun and I hope you like it! 🩵

Howzer's slightly chapped lips dusted along the length of your neck, feathering your heated skin with the whispers of promises he was intent upon keeping.

Legs tangled together as he presses his weight onto you, swirling tongues savoring salt slick skin, and then one misplaced bite that didn't hurt—but had the unfortunate consequences of coaxing out a rather unflattering high-pitched squeak that no doubt will be denied come morning.

A beat of silence between the two of you before smiles dissolved into fits of hysterical laughter, adding a glorious melody to the nocturnal songs of the summer insects of Ryloth as you clutched each other close.

Happiness, joy, peace—these emotions caused your heart to soar even higher as they played across your lover's face.

Tears overflowed, painting your smile-sore cheeks and leaving trails for your beloved follow, to kiss away once the laughter calmed down, to be replaced once more by slowly simmering desire that never seemed to disappear.

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zoeykallus · 8 months

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Helloo

I hope you are doing well and life has been better to you. Anyway, thanks for your work! My day gets better every time I see that you have posted something. 🫶🏼

(And ignore the fail of a message i sent you accidentally before. It‘s way too early and my phone fell out of my hands and it sent in too soon 😂)

I liked the Hc with the submissive kink where the reader wants to be dominated. I was wondering if you could do the same thing again for the regs?

My next question would be how the bad batch reacts if the reader wants them to leave their armor on during the act or if they find out the reader has an armor kink

You are of course free to decide whether you make both, only one or neither of the two requests.🤭

Aloha my dear!

No of course it hasn't on, the contrary, but I'm going on, out of spite 🤨

Don't worry about the other message, stuff like that happens to me on a regular basis 😂

I'd start with the reg request and would do the second one as well. Would you mind sending me the armor request separately? This way it won't slip through the cracks. I've been hit with new shifts for the next three weeks that make my head spin in a bad way. I'm not the type of person that works well getting up at 2am because work starts at 3am. 😅😭 Thing is, I won't lose this out if site when it's in my asks, knowing me, these next weeks will trow me out of my game, in a way it already has.

Enough whining, let's do this!

I didn't know which ones you wanted, so I picked some regs that instantly popped up in my head. I hope that's okay.

Howzer/Rex/Fives/Gregor/Cody/Kix/Wolffe/Hardcase x Fem!Reader HCs - The Submissive Kink (2)

Warnings: Strongly Suggestive/Partly Sexual Content/Mentioning Of Sexual Content/Submissive Kink/18+

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You reveal to your beloved clone that you would like to be dominated by him. Here is his reaction…

AC: This is how I see these men, sorry, not sorry. 😋

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

Howzer

It's not immediately clear to him what you're talking about. Howzer is a gentle, loving gentleman by nature, an old romantic. It takes a little moment, though not very long, for him to understand what you actually want from him.

"You want me to dominate you?"

You nod, cheeks heated, biting your lower lip.

Howzer is basically the type to grant your every wish if he can. This is no different. However, his dominance is marked by a caring tenderness. He gives you a slap on your bare ass, but caresses the spot immediately afterwards, kissing it, only to gently press his teeth into it shortly after.

He grips harder, dominant positions are also no problem, but he will never be too rough, no matter how much you ask him to, that's just not in him. Taking you from behind and pushing you into the pillows, no problem at all. The occasional slap, the one or two gentle bites, also no problem. Blindfolds and gentle bondage games are of course no problem either.

But he will never really hurt you, even if you ask for it, that is against his nature. Don't try to argue with him about it if he doesn't want to get too rough, that might actually scare the gentle Howzer away.

Rex

His right eyebrow twitches up silently, and he looks at you scrutinizing.

After a silent moment, he asks, "You want more dominance? In bed?"

Your nod makes him blink, then he smiles.

"So my beauty wants her captain in bed, not the gentle lover?"

Another nod from you, and you feel your ears getting hot and an expectant tingle spreading through your body, at his reaction.

Rex has the command tone down, easily. In a firm, deep voice, a promising rasp resonating in his tone, he orders you to undress for him and present yourself to him. He eyes you, asks you to do certain poses, to display yourself to him, while he undresses himself at the same time.

Quite a while passes without a touch, only with commands and covetous looks. But then, quite abruptly, his strong hands take hold. Rex is overpowering, but never too rough. He can grip you, and he knows exactly how.

He presses you against him, or clamps you between himself and a piece of furniture, creating an erotic illusion of helplessness. But don't worry, you are always safe with him. Let yourself fall, Rex is very good at taking the reins, in fact he has secretly had this fantasy one time or another.

Fives

He is up for any fun, including this one. From him, you can ask almost anything, as long as it is hot, and you enjoy it. Dominant poses, harder gripping, command tone, or even degrading words or actions, everything is in there.

Bondage games? No problem.

"The plush handcuffs or the real ones?" he asks.

"The real ones," you say, biting your lower lip.

He raises an eyebrow, "Oh, I see, someone needs to be punished."

Tied to the bed, or just hands behind your back, or a gag? Toys to go with it? Anything goes.

Within the bounds of consent, anything is doable. Role-playing games too, of course. Have you ever played with the imagination in your mind of being the helpless prisoner of your clone soldier Fives? Tell him about it. Though he may be surprised at first, he loves games, especially ones that are erotic.

He already has a very special interrogation in mind for you that will make your thighs quiver.

Gregor

Your sweet, giggling soldier, is anything but a killjoy. Every suggestion will be given a try. However, even if he is an excellent soldier, he is not suitable as a heavy-handed person in a relationship.

Dominating is definitely possible, but he has limits, playing with pain is taboo, he just can't bring himself to do that, that would kill the mood for him, no matter how much you might want to try that, he just can't consciously hurt you.

But don't worry, he can grab, and he's not too shy to push you into the sheets and take you properly, even if he might seem so shy in everyday life. To push his cock between your lips while he has a hand in your hair is also no problem, however, even if this makes him almost unbearably horny, he also pays very close attention that everything is fine with you.

Gentle bondage games, blindfolds and the like, are of course also no problem.

With a giggle he says, "Sweetie, today my wish is your command".

Cody

He behaves very similar to Rex. Command tone just suits him. The commands he may give you in the bedroom, however, are his favorite. Or also in the living room, or the kitchen… or the bathroom, in fact he already took you in the hallway pressed against the dresser.

He knows you like it. Right when he entered your apartment, you can see it in his face. He needs to let off steam, and you are only too happy to be the outlet. But don't worry, everything remains within the framework of mutual consent.

He pulls down your pants and panties, pushes you, not exactly gently against the dresser. One hand immediately goes between your legs and caresses your instantly moistening pussy, his teeth gently bite into your neck, while you dutifully take off his cod piece and free his cock. Shortly after, he takes you from behind, your body bent over the small dresser in the hallway.

Such scenes and others are not uncommon in your relationship, from the moment you tell him that you enjoy it.

Kix

"What?"

Kix looks at you uncomprehendingly. At first, he's a bit perplexed, doesn't really understand what you're getting at. But you finally say it a little more clearly.

"Oh, that's what you mean," he finally says, eyes wide.

After a brief pause in which he visibly thinks, he says, "Okay, sounds like fun. But are you sure?"

Your eager nod elicits a wry grin from him. Kix is very cautious at first, but also very curious. He likes to implement your suggestions with you, and soon he has ideas of his own that he contributes. Doctor/medic games are also included. For one of your role-playing games he even stole a new stretcher from the medbay on which he straps you occasionally. Of course, always after consultation with you, that goes without saying.

You both don't lack ideas, or fun. However, he has a hard time with dirty talk for a long time. The first few times he can hardly say some sentences without blushing, even though he's not usually one to mince words, somehow that's really sweet. But Kix learns, and quite quickly.

Wolffe

He looks at you and his gaze is so penetrating and yet very hard to interpret that at first you just stare back.

"You want me to dominate you in bed?"

You nod and say a little meekly, "Yes, I think I'd like that".

"Hmm," he hums and asks, "Are you sure you know what you're getting yourself into?"

You blink and almost want to say no, it happens so quickly that you suddenly feel very small under Wolffe's gaze, even if he doesn't always mean to. But you nod again and say, "I think so. You love me, don't you?"

"Of course," he says almost sternly, as if he resents that you might question that.

"Then I'm sure we can find a way for both of us to enjoy it."

And you do. Wolffe is very engaging, almost overwhelming, but in a fantastic, erotic way. Very quickly he knows how to move within your boundaries, to carry you through his dominance to submissive, erotic heights that you could hardly imagine until then.

Dominant poses, bondage, degradation, erotic punishment, everything is in there. Wolffe is strong and he likes to use that. It's incredibly hot to feel that power when he pushes you into the pillows or against a piece of furniture and shoves his cock into your pussy. The hand on your neck, which never really squeezes but always rests firmly enough so that you don't forget its presence, does the rest.

Hardcase

He is a talker, he often has a big mouth, but he is actually a playful, gentle soul. To deny you a wish is not in him, he loves to make you happy, then he is happy too.

This also applies to your lovemaking. So your suggestion will meet with open ears and interest from him.

"Dominate?"

You nod.

He gives you a smug look and plays it cool.

"Sure, that's what you want?"

You know him, you know he's acting right now. But you play along.

Playing coy, biting your bottom lip, you nod again and say, "Yeah, babe."

But Hardcase isn't as cool as he acts. However, he tries very hard, yet the beginnings are bumpy, he asks you way too often if he's hurting you and keeps destroying the mood that has been created. He also doubts one or the other idea in the beginning, tying you up in a helpless position looks sexy, he admits that, yet at first he feels like he's taking advantage of you somehow.

It takes a bit of patience from you to make him understand that this is what you want. But don't worry, he'll get the hang of it and actually find it a lot of fun

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starryevermore · 1 year

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following orders: the intel (3) ✧ tech

following orders ✧ a tech bad batch story | ao3

inspired by: a conversation with @captainsbestgal

pairing: tech x fem!reader

series summary: you don’t want to live in a galaxy where the love of your life, tech, does not exist. but, you can’t abandon your already grieving family. you devote all of your energy to helping hunter and wrecker save omega from the empire and, perhaps, save the wayward crosshair along the way. but the longer you look for the youngest member of the bad batch, the more you suspect that your lost love is not as lost as you once believed.

chapter summary: despite wolffe’s information, there still is not much to go in your quest to find omega. that is, until an opportunity presents itself.

word count: 5,183

series warnings?: spoilers for “plan 99”, plan 99, canon-typical violence, hurt tech, canon divergent, fix it fic, angst, grief/mourning, torture, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, relationship discussions, mutual pining, clone troopers speak mando’a, depression, suicide ideation, memory loss, brainwashing, jealousy, not proofread

chapter warnings?: grief/mourning, mention of alcohol, not proofread

One Month Later

And yet, nothing changed. Nothing substantial, anyhow. Despite the rumors that Wolffe, Boost, and Sinker had heard on Cato Neimoidia, there wasn’t much else to be heard. It made sense, of course. The Empire was attempting to sweep the clones under the rug. The last thing that any higher-ups would have wanted was for the public to know they were torturing, experimenting on, the very people they had created to fight their wars. This was information that was going to be under heavy lock and key. Few people would know about it, and even fewer would know the intimate details. With the kind of missions Rex was running, it was difficult, if not impossible, to find out anything that might be helpful in the hunt for Omega and Crosshair.

In the weeks following the Wolfpack’s reveal about the possible experiments, you found yourself going on fewer and fewer missions with remaining members of the Batch. It was too disheartening. To be out there, fighting to save others when you couldn’t even save your own family… You didn’t understand how Echo did this sort of thing day in and day out. Did it not kill him to know there was little to be done to save Omega? To save Crosshair? How did that not wear him down? How did that not make him want to give him, declare this all a fruitless endeavor? (Perhaps he was a better person than you. Perhaps you were too selfish.)

Of course, your reluctance to leave for missions did not mean that you gave up entirely. The clones were more than capable of going off, saving their vode, retrieving information, without you. But when they returned to base, they were spent, and the necessary upkeep on their ships and the few droids they had became sidelined. You weren’t the best mechanic in the galaxy, but you learned enough from Tech over the last several months to make yourself useful. At least it kept your mind from wandering off, worrying about all of the horrible things that Omega had to be experiencing.

“We’ve got room on the Marauder for one more,” Hunter said as you fiddled with a ship’s hyperdrive.

You glanced at him, then saw Wrecker standing just behind him. Wrecker still didn’t like to talk to you all that much. From what you’d gathered from Hunter and Echo, he was worried that you might finally break, finally snap at him, finally blame him for his perceived part in Tech’s death. Wrecker wouldn’t blame you for lashing out, Echo told you, but he thought it was better to give you space. It didn’t matter that you told Echo to tell Wrecker that him avoiding you was hurting you more; the big guy had already made up his mind.

“I need to get this fixed before Howzer and Gregor go on their mission,” you said, turning your attention back to the broken hyperdrive.

“I’m sure one of the droids can finish up if you wanted to go with us,” Hunter said.

You looked over at one of the pit droids hitting the other with a wrench. “…Yeah, I think it’s safer if I finish this.”

Hunter didn’t say anything for one beat, two. Now more than ever, he wanted the remaining members of his family to stick together. He couldn’t protect his family unless they were all together. But, he knew he couldn’t force you to do anything you didn’t want to do. “We leave in ten minutes,” he finally said, “in case you change your mind.”

“I won’t, so don’t wait up for me. There’s a lot around here I need to work on, anyways.”

You weren’t sure how long Hunter lingered, but when you looked a few minutes later, he was gone. But Wrecker still remained a few feet away, staring down at feet, hand rubbing at the back of his neck. You let out a sigh, rising to your feet, and approached Wrecker.

“Are you going to try to convince me to go, too?” you asked.

He shook his head, then extended a hand toward you. Your brows pinched together, watching as his hand opened to reveal a ration bar. “You need ta eat,” he said.

“Wrecker—” you started to argue, but you were cut off by the sound of your stomach rumbling.

How long had it been since you last ate? The meals here were hardly remarkable—they almost entirely consisted of those terrible rations partly left over from the war and partly stolen from the Empire. It wasn’t like on Pabu, where Shep and Phee always invited you to dinner, always had real, hot meals available. Your time spent on this base had all blurred together. Had it been hours since your last meal? Days, maybe? The pang in your stomach gave you no indication—only that you hadn’t eaten in some time, and that ration bar looked oh so tempting.

It was funny, how you could distract your mind from your base needs if you zoned out far enough.

“You need ta eat,” Wrecker repeated. “He wouldn’t want ya to hurt yerself like this.”

You stared at the ration bar for a moment. “I’ll eat, if you promise to stop avoiding me. I don’t blame you for anything that’s happened. If you think you’re sparing my feelings by staying away, you’re wrong.”

Wrecker looked down at his feet. “But ya should. I’m s’posed to protect us—”

You took the ration bar from Wrecker’s hand, then used your free hand to hold his now-empty hand. “Tech wouldn’t want me to hurt myself, I'll give you that. But he would also wouldn’t want you to feel at fault for a decision he made. You know Tech as well as I do. He calculated every odd, every chance at survival. There’s nothing any of us could have done to have made it better.”

“I dunno—” Wrecker shuffled his feet. “What if you change yer mind? What if you start to feel bitter? I can’t lose you too.”

“Oh, Wrecker…” You dropped his hand, wrapping your arms around him. You rested your head on his chest. For a moment, Wrecker remained perfectly still. But, slowly, he wrapped his arms around you, too. “I miss you. Okay? I don’t want to lose you either, and when you push me away like this…Even if your intent is good, it feels like I am losing you.”

“Oh.”

“Let’s make a deal, yeah? I start taking better care of myself, if you stop avoiding me.”

Wrecker’s mouth lifted into a smile. “I can do that.”

“Okay, good.” You pulled away from the hug. “Now, go on that mission and blow something for me.”

“I can definitely do that!”

You let out a laugh, watching as Wrecker ran over to the Marauder. It felt a bit strange, to laugh. It felt wrong, to be happy when so much had completely and utterly gone wrong. You tried to think of what Tech would say. Maybe something about how people have to grieve in their own way, but that part of that process was learning how to live again. That being able to laugh again was a good thing, that it was a sign you were healing.

Sighing, you turned back to the hyperdrive. Now was not the time to be thinking about things like that.

The unfortunate part of pushing those thoughts to the side was that, eventually, it was all going to boil over eventually and, often, in the worst ways possible.

Wrecker hadn’t meant any harm. Really, he didn’t. But when you’ve spent so much time trying to push your feelings to the side, trying to ignore the pain in your heart. And when he did the one thing you couldn’t ignore—Maker, you couldn’t stop the rage from boiling over.

Ever since Hunter had given you Tech’s goggles, you took them with you everywhere. That was relatively easy when you all were still on Pabu. You hardly ever left the Marauder, so you didn’t have to worry about breaking the goggles any further. But now that you were on the base, going out of the ship and helping with repairs…Well, it was much harder to ensure the goggles were safe. You had a few bits of scrap fabric, so you fashioned something of a bag that you wore on your belt with the goggles inside. It wasn’t infallible, though. One wrong move, and you could easily break them even more.

It had been a rare moment of respite for you and the Batch. Wrecker and Hunter hadn’t been sent out on a mission in a few days. It had been a relatively quiet day. You were busy fixing some broken blasters. Hunter had joined you under the guise of offering assistance, but he wasn’t particularly inclined to that sort of work. All he really did was hand you the tools that were too far out of reach or helped you steady something when you needed it. Mostly, he just talked.

Ever since the night on the dock, if he had the time, Hunter would come and talk to you about Tech. You weren’t sure if it was more for your sake or his—was he trying to cheer you up? or was he clinging to the memories of his fallen brother?—but, regardless, you appreciated the gesture.

“Tech actually tried convincing the Kaminoans that a Jedi started the food fight?” you laughed as he regaled one story from when they were cadets.

“No, worse—he tried to convince the long-necks that one of the regs was Force sensitive,” Hunter corrected. “Which was impossible, because they tested all sorts of things, so if a reg had a high midi-chlorian count, they would have known.”

“Or Shaak Ti would have realized.”

“Exactly! But it had been the fourth time that month that Wrecker and Crosshair started a fight, and Tech worried about the long-necks might to do them, so he just started talking without thinking.”

“I'm surprised he could do that,” you teased. “For all his brilliance, he had to come up with the worst possible lie imaginable.”

“Tech was never a good liar, but it kind of worked in the end. The long-necks were too interested in if they had missed a Force sensitive clone that they never did do anything to Wrecker or Crosshair.”

“What about when they realized Tech was lying?”

“Well, he came up with a bit of a better lie then. Said it must have been a trick of the light,” Hunter laughed. He leaned forward on the bench, propped up on his elbows, shaking his head. It was rare to see him so calm, so relaxed. “Still a terrible lie, but they let it slide. They couldn’t prove anything by then, anyways. Actually…Now that I think about it, they did put us on janitor duty for a while there…”

You snorted, trying to imagine the Batch as janitors. Tech would probably be the most diligent about it, at least in terms of making sure they others weren’t mixing any chemicals. Or else Wrecker would be convincing him to make an experiment of it, just to see what would happen. Hunter would be giving a half-hearted effort, just because he was too distracted by making sure the others didn’t get them into more trouble. Crosshair would only be contributing to the mess by throwing his toothpicks on the ground. If Echo had been there, he probably would be grumbling the entire time about how it wasn’t fair that he had to be punished when it wasn’t even his fault while also being the only one actually trying to clean.

It was nice, to laugh like this. The ache in your chest was ever-present, but having time like this dulled it slightly.

But the universe was not on your side. For every moment that you felt a little more normal, a little bit lighter, it would all come crashing down in a blaze of fire. (Grief is not linear, Tech would say. Some days will be worse than others. You might feel like you have gotten over something, but one thing will remind you of the pain. It might feel like a setback, but grief does not just end because a certain amount of time has passed.)

Wrecker had come running up to the bench where you and Hunter sat. He looked excited about something—maybe discovered a new joke, or was just excited to spend time with you and his brother. Regardless, he was running, running, running— As you watched him, you worried if he would be able to stop in time, if he might crash into the bench, if he would trip over his feet and fall or—

“Oh, kark—”

The bench shook as Wrecker fell into it. When he hit it, the bench slid into you, knocking you off your stool. You landed on your hip. A cracking sound made your blood run cold. Hunter rose to his feet, rushing around the bench to where you were. He helped you to your feet, trying to hide his flinch as more of the glass cracked against itself.

Time seemed to slow as you reached down to the pouch. You opened it, tipping it over so its contents spilled onto the table. The goggles fell out first, a dull clunk! ringing through the air. The glass followed. Pieces that were once attached to the frame were disconnected, mostly shattered into hundreds of near dust-like particles. Your breath hitched in your throat.

Wrecker said your name. You could barely hear him. “I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t mean to—”

“Are you alright?” Hunter asked.

A hand reached out to touch your shoulder—who the hand belonged to, you weren’t entirely sure; your mind was a million miles away—but you flinched at the contact. Without a word, you scooped up the goggles, clutched them close to your chest, and ran off to the Marauder.

Was it childish to do act like this? To be so close to falling apart over a pair of already broken goggles becoming more destroyed? Perhaps. But, oh…What would Tech say if he was here? (“Grief is not rational, sen’ika.”) And yet, you found yourself feeling ashamed at how you felt. It was just a pair of goggles, right? But they were his goggles. His bunk on the Marauder and those goggles were all that you had left of him, the only things left of him that were purely his.

Now, you fully understood how Omega could be so distraught when the Marauder had been taken.

In the sanctuary of Tech’s bunk, you let yourself feel the tidal wave of emotions rush over you. A sob wracked your body as you buried your face in his pillow. It did not bring you as much comfort as it used to. In the weeks since you lost him, his scent had faded. The lack of his presence made you feel out of place. Even look at his dozens of notes decorating the wall made your heart ache more than before.

Neither Wrecker nor Hunter followed after you. You wondered what they were doing. Was Hunter chastising Wrecker for his carelessness? You hoped not. Wrecker didn’t mean anything by it. He didn’t know the consequences that would follow from his actions. You knew Hunter knew that. But Hunter was also at his wits end. You weren’t quite sure what would send his over the edge.

But the longer you laid in Tech’s bunk, staring at his notes on the wall (How to Win Her Heart: Step 1. Make her laugh—she has a very nice laugh. Step 2. Learn more about her. Share your own experiences. Step 3.—), the more concerned you became. Was no one going to come talk to you? Hunter had always been the type of person to give you space when your emotions were high. But he always came around eventually. And Wrecker…Well, usually he would have come running after you the second he hurt you.

Sitting up, you decided you had to go see what was happening out there. But, a steady clunk! clunk! clunk! of a pair of boots stopped you. The footsteps were heavier than Hunter’s usually were—he tended to be relatively light on his feet, always careful to not make too much noise so he didn’t overwhelm himself. That meant it must’ve been Wrecker. You swung your legs over the edge of the bunk, peaking your head out so you could watch Wrecker approach you.

His head was hung low, hiding his face from you. But you could imagine the pained expression he probably wore. He always wore his heart on his sleeve. Even if he hadn’t meant to cause you pain, he felt every ounce of guilt as if it were intentional. What was more curious, however, was the glint of something in his hands. When he got closer, you realized it was a necklace.

“Wrecker—” you started.

“I know it’s not the same as it was before,” he said, cutting you off, “but I tried to make it better.”

He held the necklace out to you. It was a simple silver chain, but the pendant was the part you were interested in. It was one of the larger shards of glass from Tech’s goggles. Your heart clenched at the sight of it. Wrecker had done this? To make you feel better?

“Did you make that?” you asked.

“Mhm. Picked it up when we were on Ord Mantell. Learned from one of the ladies who made jewelry when I’d hafta wait for the Mantell Mix be made.”

“But…why?” You didn’t understand why Wrecker would pick up on this hobby, why he would reveal it to you now. Perhaps the grief was clouding your mind. It was hard to think these days.

“I like blowin’ things up,” Wrecker said, twirling the chain of the necklace around his finger, “but I like knowin’ I can do gentler things, too. I like knowin’ my hands can make things an’ not just destroy things.”

He held the necklace out to you. You took it from him, looking at the yellowed piece of glass that hung from the chain. The edges of the shard had been filed down so it wasn’t as sharp, wouldn’t cut you as you were wearing it.

“You made this?” you asked.

Wrecker nodded. “Most of the glass was too broken to salvage. I put those pieces in this,” he said, producing a small box and handing it to you. “But I figured you could wear this piece, keep him close to your heart.”

You handed the necklace back to Wrecker, turning your back to him. “Help me put it on?” you asked.

Wrecker reached around, looping the chain around your neck and clasping it shut. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to break it.”

You turned back around. “It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean to.”

“I just didn’t know you carried his goggles around with you. If I did—”

You grabbed his hands, squeezed them tight. “It’s okay. I’m not mad at you.”

Wrecker nodded, but he still looked so crestfallen, so remorseful of what he’d done. You gave his hand a tug, urging him to sit next to you. Slowly, he sank into the bunk. He kept his gaze turned toward his lap. You scooted closer to him, bumping your shoulder against his. Finally, he looked up at you, his eyes glassy as if he was trying to do everything he could to not cry.

“Tell me a story about Tech,” you said.

“Doesn’t Hunter usually do that?”

“Yeah, but I wanna know your stories about him. I wanna know about who Tech was through your eyes.”

Wrecker was silent for a moment, two. For a second, you wondered if he was going to say anything at all. If you were going to have to assure him again that you weren’t upset. But, finally, he said, “The first time you joined us on a mission, Tech spent the entire night talkin’ ‘bout you. Kept talkin’ about how he liked how you listened to him, didn’t roll your eyes or nothin’ when he’d start ramblin’ about a topic. Really liked it when you asked him questions. Said it made him feel like he wasn’t a bother to other people. But, what he really liked, was when you laughed at one of his jokes. Showed me a recordin’ of you laughin’ over and over and over again.”

“I never knew that.”

“He didn’t want you to. Took him a long time to figure out how he felt about you.” Wrecker’s mouth tugged into a smile. “Didn’t stop him from practicing every joke he wanted to tell you on me first.”

You twisted your necklace around your finger, a smile growing on your face, too. Oh, if only Tech knew how much you loved him from the moment you two met, too.

“He made a lot of bad jokes. You should be grateful he ran them through me first,” Wrecker teased, bumping your shoulder with his. He moved as gently as he could manage, careful to not knock you over. “He kept trying to make a joke about tookas work, but it never did.”

“Could you tell me some of those jokes? If you remember them, I mean.”

And for the rest of the night, Wrecker told you as many jokes he could remember. (Which, of course, sometimes meant that he only remembered the set up or the punchline but not both, which was just as funny in its own right.)

“Have I mentioned that I hate this?” you muttered, picking at a loose thread on your dress as you waited in the long line of people seeking admittance to the Imperial gala.

“You’ve made yourself perfectly clear,” Hunter said through the comm in your ear. “Just focus on the mission.”

“I don’t see why you or Wrecker couldn’t have joined me.”

“Our faces are a lot more recognizable than yours, sen’ika. Even with us looking different than the regs, if someone were to look a little too closely, our cover would be blown.”

“I just don’t like being out here on my own.”

“You’ll do fine,” Hunter assured you. “It’s nothing you haven’t done before. It shouldn’t even end with a fight. You’ll be fine.”

But, Tech was with here before, you wanted to say. You held your tongue. It was cruel to point out something that Hunter was already painfully aware of. He knew his brother wasn’t here anymore. He knew you and Tech were the ones who used to run these types of mission before. He knew it was killing you to have to do this on your own.

“We’re on standby if you need anything,” Hunter said.

You didn’t say anymore. Nothing you said could change anything. You were already in too deep to walk away. In fact, you would likely only draw more attention to yourself than if you were to follow through. If someone were to abruptly leave the line for the biggest event on this planet, that would surely draw too many eyes to you. Eyes you couldn’t afford to have on you at the moment. So, there you remained in line, glancing at the rich and powerful people who stood around you.

Oh, what would it be like to actually be one of them? You had played this role before, done all the pomp and circumstance. You’ve putting on the pretty gowns, laughed at the outlandish things the wealthy would say because they don’t have the first clue how the rest of the galaxy suffers. But you only knew this life as an outsider. What would it have been like to truly be one of them?

Before, you used to imagine that, after the war, Tech would invent some brilliant thing. He would marry you, and together you would become a power couple. Still on the outside, of course—the rich and powerful look down on people from “new money”. But to be a part of the conversations in a real way, to be able to actually do something with the power and prestige you would share. Maybe you would be a Breha and Bail Organa sort of couple. Using your wealth to fund the change you wished to see. That would’ve been nice.

“Name?” a droid asked you.

You blinked, not realizing you had already reached the front of the line. How long had you been daydreaming of a life lost, one you never truly had?

“Dione Hart,” you said.

The name had been something you and Tech picked together. He supplied the first name, Dione. He seemed oddly sheepish when he suggested it. You didn’t understand until he explained that Dione was the mother of the goddess of love. She was believed to heal with just a touch of her hands. In one of the most well-known myths of Dione, her daughter had been in battle and, as she Dione tended to her wounds, she reminded her daughter that, though she was immortal, she, too, was subject to pain and injury.

“Since I have met you, I have begun to understand my desire for your affections,” Tech had told you, “yet the rational part of me worries of the pain I might experience if I allow myself to give into such temptations.”

“But isn’t the joy of love worth the chance of pain?” you had asked.

“If it is with you that I get to experience that joy? There is no doubt in my mind that it would be worth it.”

“Then let our last name be Hart, because you’ve had mine since the day we met.”

The droid confirmed your name was on the list and waved you in. Without really meaning to, you held your breath as you passed through the doors. Definitely no turning back now.

The room was the sort of opulent display of wealth you’d grown to expect from these events. The entire place glistened in gold and sparkled in marble. Droids flitted around, holding trays of drinks and food in portion sizes so small Wrecker would opt to eat the tray itself if he were here. You fought the urge to laugh at the thought of him hiding in the corner of the room, trying to nibble on the metal. But, alas, luck, or the Force, or whatever cosmic energy deigned this moment to exist, was not on your side.

As you let out a quiet giggle at the image of Wrecker’s shenanigans, a voice behind you asked, “And what has made a woman as beautiful as yourself laugh so prettily?”

Kriff. You weren’t meant to draw any attention to yourself so soon. You were supposed to spend a few minutes scouting the place, try to find an Imperial officer that was high-ranking enough to have the information you needed but stupid enough to hand it over after you batted your eyelashes at him. Oh, this better not ruin your plans…

You turned to face the man, a soft smile on your face. You had been ready to say something so sugary sweet, he wouldn’t realize you were telling him to get lost. But when you turned, you zeroed in on the insignia on his chest. Oh, he could be quite helpful indeed. You let your soft smile morph into something more flirtatious, looking up at him through your eyelashes, “Oh, I don’t share my jokes with strange men I’ve just met.”

“Strange men?” he repeated, quirking an eyebrow. “How about I introduce myself? Then I won’t be a strange man anyone.”

“No, only an unfamiliar one,” you teased.

“Torin Bartow, ma’am,” he said.

In your ear, you heard Wolffe say, “He works in stormtrooper recruitment. I’ve heard his name around a few times.”

Keep an eye on him, was the unspoken order.

“Dione Hart,” you said.

“A name as beautiful as the woman,” Torin said. He held his arm out for you to take. “Join me for a drink?”

Though every fiber in your being wished only to attack him, to claw out his eyes, to force him to tell you everything he knew about the clones being decommissioned—where they were taken to, what happened to them when they got there—you withheld from following such urges. Instead, you held onto his arm, allowing him to direct you to the bar. You allowed him to order you a drink—spotchka, a terrible drink from a terrible man. You pretended to enjoy it.

You laughed at his terrible jokes. You pretended to care about all the “advancements” and “improvements to the galaxy” that the Empire was going to make. You fawned over his title. You batted your eyelashes and giggled and caressed his arm. You allowed him to buy you drink after drink, discarding them where he could not see all while he drank every last one of his own.

And when the night came to an end, you allowed him to lead you out of the gala and into the night.

“Tell me more about your work,” you cooed, clinging to his arm, leaning your head onto his shoulder as you walked. “What happens to the clones? I can’t imagine the Empire would just…” You swallowed down your disgust. “…discard them when so much money had been invested in them.”

“Oh, the clones are not discarded,” Torin laughed, his words slurring together. “Though, I cannot say for certain what happens to them either.”

“Oh?” Your heart sank. Was all this for nothing? Had you done all this for nothing. Maker, you had to think of something to say, something that might give you something useful. Something that would have made all of this worth it. “Surely a man as important as you would be privy to that information.”

If he was not so intoxicated—eight full glasses of spotchka downed in a few hours—he might have had you questioned for such a blatant act of disrespect. But he was too far gone, too unaware of what he was saying and its implications. “All I know is they’re taken somewhere in the Mid Rim. Finally being put to use, you know?”

You swallowed hard. What do you even say to that? “What do you mean?”

He shrugged. “The Emperor’s interested in cloning, I guess. Don’t really know what for. Now, c’mon, enough work talk—”

Torin leaned in as if he was going to kiss you, but you pulled out your blaster, pulling the trigger before he could get to close. Set to stun, though you wish it hadn’t been as you watched him hit the ground. After a quick glance around, you pulled him over into an alley, leaving him behind a dumpster. Someone would find him eventually. Or he might wake before then, drowsy and confused, unsure if the woman he met at the gala had been real or something of his imagination.

“Looks like we got some work, boys,” you muttered.

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Alright you beautiful writer you. Could I request, with no pressure or hurry or expectation, Howzer x Fem!Reader being reunited after he is broken out of prison? Like they were together for a while before he got arrested… NSFW if you’re feeling it. 💕 Much appreciation for you and your fantastic writing!!

𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 ⋆*･ﾟ𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕫𝕖𝕣

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ ʜᴏᴡᴢᴇʀ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ☆ ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛᴜᴍ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴏᴡᴢᴇʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴘʀɪꜱᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴛ��ʀɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ, ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʟɪꜰᴇ.

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ʜᴜʀᴛ/ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴍɪʟᴅ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ʀᴇᴜɴɪᴏɴ (ꜱᴇx), ᴘ ɪɴ ᴠ ꜱᴇx

➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ☆ 1.2ᴋ

➼ ᴘᴏᴠ ☆ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ

⋆ ★ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ. ɪ ᴀᴍ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴀꜱꜱ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ʙʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀꜱ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜱᴏᴏɴᴇʀ ɪꜰ ɪ ʜᴀᴅɴ'ᴛ. ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴅ ꜰᴜɴ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴏᴡᴢᴇʀ, ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜱᴛᴏʟᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ɪɴ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇꜱ, ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ. ᴀʟꜱᴏ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏɴᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʙɪɴɢᴏ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ 'ʜᴏᴡᴢᴇʀ' ᴀɴᴅ 'ɢɪꜰᴛ' ᴏɴ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴅꜱ. (ɪ ᴘᴜᴛ ɢɪꜰᴛ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴀᴛɪᴠᴇʟʏ, ʟᴍᴀᴏ).

➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

His immediate reaction, after months of separation and constant anxiety about each other's wellbeing, spending hours pondering and hoping to see you, touch you again, then finally getting that chance in this instant, is just to hold you.

Not to mash your lips together messily without order or dignity; not to say something profoundly romantic or amorous; Howzer instantly has the gut, instinctual urge to wrap you in his arms, wrap himself in your arms, and for the first time in months, feel safe.

You move first; with amble steps you creep closer, allowing him time to process the site in front of him, and offer a gentle smile. Though your muscles fight back against it, so accustomed to endless frowns and worry creases, it’s still a pass of kindness he’s been deprived of for months that you so desperately want him to feel; Howzer flashes a look, seeing it as well, but doesn’t say a word. He’s rather thankful to get the reassurance, to know that your love is still here, waiting for him, after so long.

Soft, gingerly hands reach to cup his face, heedful fingers curling around his jaw and tilting his head down to meet your eyes. Your thumb absentmindedly trails over the scar on his cheek, look into his eyes, that gorgeous face and well-kept hair that you so desperately missed and wished to feel against your skin again, to see and hold again, and let out a shaky exhale. He smiles softly, but it’s still so washed down he’s barely recognizable. Frustration boils deep inside of you, but doesn’t dare surface; you know he’s going to need a moment before he’s back to his full self.

Before you can say anything, Howzer nuzzles his face into your neck and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you tight to his warm body. You can feel how he takes a deep, deep inhale, nose pressed to your skin and slowly moving to press against your hair, taking in your scent, taking in you, holding you there for a long moment. Your hands reach up and grip his shoulders to keep him steady as he trembles where he stands.

Howzer brushes a strand of hair behind your ear and tilts his head up, softly asking, delicate and quiet in your ear,

“Were you safe?”

You nod softly, screwing your lips tight. He sounds so worried, all the anxieties and hardships from months of Imperial imprisonment and separation flowing from Howzer’s veins to yours. You’d gone through so many paths of thought and paranoia yourself; to imagine what he might’ve felt and dealt with makes your heartache.

“Was everything okay?” Howzer then asks. You feel his eyelashes brush against you, fluttering softly as he scrunches them tight in concentration. Without hesitation, you move your hands and hold his face again, handling him to press your foreheads together. Howzer relaxes ever so slightly in your grasp.

“It was,” You tell him. He doesn’t open his eyes, but you don’t mind. In your way, you understand completely. As you continue talking, his hands leave your waist and are placed over yours, gripping them softly and messily interlocking your fingers. “But I worried.”

He only nods, muttering ‘I know, I know,’ and allowing you to repeat it for him, to emphasize.

“I worried so much .”

Another nod.

“I know, I know.”

Another stifled hiccup.

“And–you’re okay.”

Howzer’s hand moves, guiding yours to his mouth and he carefully kisses your palm, eyebrows knitted, before he brings it back to his cheek and opens his eyes. The tight strings holding his face together come undone the instant your eyes meet, and he offers you a bigger smile than before. One of relief, of love.

“I am,” He says.

You can’t stop yourself. With an anguished heave, you pull Howzer down to your lips, seizing him in the way you’ve dreamt of, wished for every night when he’d been taken from you.

He squeezes your hands tight while his mouth presses to yours with equal fire, before his dexterous hands dislodge themselves from you and descend to trail over your body, finding his favorite places in your dips and crescents again, relearning how you feel against him. It’s a slow, gentle exploration. One of two lovers recapitulating each other, even after pelts of obstacles and separation, and fit together like two puzzle pieces.

Howzer lets out a dark sigh against your lips before letting his lips part, swiping his tongue over your lips and pushing past. He doesn’t need your permission; he never does. To still give him such trust in both directions has your heart beating faster, practically jumping out of your chest. Howzer can feel it; he separates for a moment to smile, brighter and wider than before. You blink back a lone tear that threatens to ruin such a perfect moment.

“Howzer,” You mutter absentmindedly.

”Yes?” He answers.

Silence, contentment and peaceful stillness take over the whole atmosphere. You want him, need him so bad, desperately crave breaking down the last barrier, and finally prove to your brain that the man you love is right here, with you, rightfully returned.

You want to speak, but all that comes out of you is a whine.

Howzer hums thoughtfully as if he knows exactly what you mean to say.

”I’m here, mesh’la,” He tells you, closing in again and caressing your lips with his. “I know, it doesn’t feel real. It’s the same for me.”

Your eyes flutter close and you nod with a strained sigh, dislodged and sore in your throat. His lips trail away and place a kiss on your temple. Howzer’s hands trail further down until they reach the backs of your thighs.

He finalizes the sentiment with sweet, low words whispered in your ear.

”But we’re back home. I’m back home. Where I belong. I’ll do anything to make sure we both remember that.”

He has you held against him. You don’t even realize that he’s slowly guided you to your room until your back has met the mattress. You squeal softly and he shushes you affectionately with a slow peck. But you can feel the sly grin he barely contains.

It's such a gift, to hold him like this. Like the Maker has finally decided to bestow on you what he'd so rudely taken from you. You strip each other down, slowly and methodically with no rush, placing kisses on newly exposed skin and mouthing mumbles and mutters of longing and adoration into each other's bodies, then meeting the other's eyes to offer a bittersweet smile.

Howzer holds his cock halfway inside of you, grunting softly when you sigh sugary soft and kiss his hairline.

“You’re okay," You whisper, half to him, half to yourself as reassurance.

He nods, lips strung tight together and just heaving. Holding back, savoring every single crevice of you he'll receive.

“I am,” Howzer says.

You sigh softly as he trails his thumb over your clit, the other hand holding your waist steady against the mattress.

“We’re–We’re okay,” You stammer out, eyes flitting up and away from his intense gaze. Howzer reaches in, his hum rumbling from his chest and vibrating against your skin, and he places a wet, hot kiss on your jaw.

“Yeah, we are. We are–just like this. Kriff .” He lets a curse leave his mouth as he feels you clench around him, as if beckoning him to give you more, make sure you damn well know that he is here, with you, finger-fucking you while you hold back tears of pent-up pain and relief.

And when he finally buries himself to the end of you, hands and eyes interlocked, Howzer knows he’s returned home.

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