#I’m a simp for clones x anyone
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floating senses
Pairings: Hunter x Fem!Reader
Words: 1943
Warnings: Hunter experiences sensory overload. Talk of anxiety and panic attacks. Love confessions. Lots of touching. Implied smut...very implied. Like this is as implied as smut will get with me and that says a lot.
Summary: Something upset him so deeply that he couldn’t stand being in the presence of anyone.
A/N: I am feeling some type of way and this is the product of said, unknown feelings. Enjoy my lovely clone simps.
Something was wrong. You weren’t really sure what could have possibly happened that caused Hunter to drop what was in his hand so abruptly, and run away from you and the group. All you knew was that something must have happened that had him sprinting down the pathways and away from the city. You had noticed how uptight he was in the morning, but thought it was probably due to how busy the market tended to be during the early hours of the day. But as the hours rolled by, his eyebrows grew more furrowed, and his jaw tensed as if he was tasked with an impossible mission. Normally, Hunter was a controlled man, even in the most stressful of environments. He seldom let the situations get out of hand from him, and even then, he would voice out his concerns just to gain a different perspective.
But this was different.
Something upset him so deeply that he couldn’t stand being in the presence of anyone.
“Where is he going?” Omega asks as she finishes helping Wrecker carry the rest of the supplies. She is about to follow Hunter when you hold out your hand, signaling her to stop and let you handle the situation.
“Stay here, I’ll go and see what he needs.” You smile reassuringly at her and stand up from your kneeling position, nodding at Wrecker and Tech before walking towards the path Hunter took to the shore.
As you descend the city, you can’t help but admire the colors of the sky as the sun sets far deep into the ocean, painting the clouds with pastels and shining stars. By the time you reach the beach, you get the sense that you’ll need to be patient and careful with Hunter. Although you’d been with the Batch for some time now, you knew that Hunter didn’t grow easy around people quickly. In fact, you found him the hardest to convince of your good, unselfish intentions.
When you feel the warm sand beneath your feet, you take your shoes off and place them at the dock before continuing to where you knew Hunter liked to meditate.
Normally, when he feels someone approaching him, Hunter announces his knowledge, either by asking his visitor a question or remarking on how loud they are. You found it funny that he tended to speak first, knowing that it was probably for the benefit of whoever was interrupting his alone time so they don’t jump in fear when they see him all of a sudden.
But the closer you get to his spot, the more uneasy you become, mostly because you could hear the man groaning in pain. Forgoing the initial plan of approaching him softly, you run towards the large boulders near the edge of the forest until you come across Hunter’s body kneeling in the sand.
“Kriff,” you swear beneath your breath, sprinting towards him and falling beside his heaving body to let him know that he isn’t alone. Hunter initially twitches away from you, shaking his head and falling to the ground as soon as he feels your hands reach for his shoulder.
“It’s me Hunter, it’s just me. I’m here!” You whisper against his shoulder, knowing that voicing out your concerns might worsen his sensory overload. He shakes violently underneath the touch of your hands, but as soon as he glances to the side and sees how calm and worried your features are, he melts into your embrace and lets go of his chest.
His hands shoot to the front of your shirt, and you prepare yourself for being thrown off of him, but the opposite happens. Hunter takes one look into your eyes and crashes against your chest, clinging onto you for dear life until you have no option but wrap your arms around him and part your thighs so he can settle in between them. His body is vibrating with energy, and you want nothing more than to talk him through whatever anxiety boiling through his body. But you remind yourself that any extra noise will make things worse, so instead of calming him the way you sometimes do with Wrecker or Omega, you decide to let your touch do the work for you.
Taking a deep breath, you slowly move your hand across his shoulder and back, waiting until he gets used to the sensation before slipping your other hand into his hair and massaging his scalp. Hunter hisses in the beginning, his body begging him to remove himself from you so you don’t witness him during such a vulnerable, weak moment. But he wills himself to stay still in your arms, allowing you to drive his fears and sensitivity away.
You don’t dare look down at him, knowing that he probably already hates you having a front row seat to his anxiety. Instead, you think of the colors etched across the skies, allowing the soft sound of the waves coming to the shore calm the both of you so you don’t cry from how deeply you feel for the man. You’re not sure how long you lay there with Hunter in your arms, but when his body relaxes further into you, and his pained whines turned into deep, guttural groans, you know that he’s moved past whatever it was that sent him over the edge so cruelly.
Except the more you move your hands up and down his back, and the harder you dig your nails into the hair at the nape of his neck, Hunter can’t help but groan against your sternum, his breaths coming out hot and heavy against the little bit of skin peeking through the buttons of your shirt. His breathing is becoming erratic again, except unlike before, his body isn’t shaking from the violent sensory overload, but a more pleasant buzzing coursing through his veins.
The moment you realize what you’ve unintentionally done, you stop your ministrations and begin to detach your hands from his person.
“Please…d-don’t. I- I need to…I need you to stay,” his words are broken, voice hoarse from how dry his throat has become, as if he’s been talking for the past hours. You’re shocked by the turn of the events, but you’re more surprised by how comfortable Hunter is with you. You knew that he’d learn how to trust you at some point, but you never thought the trust would run so deep to the point where he’d willingly move past such a rigid line along with you.
“Hunter…you’re not thinking clearly right now.” You firmly respond, waiting until he looks up through heavy-lidded eyes and stares into your slowly dilating pupils.
“You- you’re the reason I ran away.”
It’s far from what you expected him to say, now of all times. You thought he’d tell you that he’s thinking clearly, or perhaps beg you some more in that sinful, gruff voice of his, maybe even tell you to just end his misery and do this once before you return to the city.
You must be staring at him with shock and confusion, because Hunter tenses his jaw and looks away from you.
“I was thinking about how caring you are with Omega, how much patience you have for Tech…even when he’s unknowingly insulting you…how sweet you tend to be with Wrecker, especially when he has nightmares.”
You can’t find the words to respond to Hunter, so you remain silent, willing him to continue explaining himself so your brain doesn’t explode from the sudden confession.
“And, you’re always so understanding with me…as if I haven’t been cold to you ever since you joined.” You don’t like the way he describes himself, so you finally break your silence and push him off of you until you can get a better look at him.
“I know it’s difficult to trust new people, especially now when your lives are at stake. I would- maker Hunter, I would never fault you for being extra careful. You’re just looking after your brothers…after Omega.”
“There…that’s what made me run away.” He cuts you off, and a part of you is unsure as to why that could possibly make him leave.
“I was thinking of you, mesh’la…until I finally understood why I don’t want to let you in.” It’s your turn to breathe harshly, chest rising and falling rapidly with every word Hunter bestows upon you. Looking at him now, you’re unable to hold back from admiring how boyish yet rugged he still looks as the pastels across the skies above you shine over his handsome, sharp features. His hair falls perfectly over his bronze skin, framing his deep, hazel eyes and chiseled jaw so perfectly that you can’t stop yourself from leaning down and kissing his aquiline nose.
His breath hitches at the gentle touch, and if it weren’t for the fact that he was already lying in your arms, Hunter thinks he may have fallen into your embrace if the two of you were standing and you decided to pull that little stunt. When you pull away, far too soon to his liking, Hunter lets out a shaky breath and smiles softly at you.
“I’ve let you in a long time ago sweetheart, and I’m done pretending I don’t want you.”
The sureness with which he reveals that last bit of his heart to you nearly sends you into overdrive, and you blink the tears away before you ask him one last time, wanting him to be sure of what he’s saying.
“You want me?” Your voice shakes as you ask, afraid that he’ll come to his senses all of a sudden and tell you that he didn’t mean any of what he just said. But Hunter doesn’t waste another second, sitting up and moving closer to you until there is barely any space between your lips and his own.
“Desperately.” He whispers against your lips before he engulfs you completely, the passion he exerts over your body forcing you onto your back. You part your lips for him instantly, combing your hands into his hair and tugging on it when he slips his tongue inside our mouth and tastes you.
You’d later tell him that the ease with which he confessed to you his feelings nearly made you fall over in tears, but you set the thought aside now, wanting to cherish the moment until it’s ingrained in your mind.
When Hunter pulls away, you open your eyes and find him studying you closely. You think it was probably his turn to overthink matters, and before he can apologize for how forward he’s being, you pull him back down and pray his name as you kiss along his jaw and neck. You barely hold back from giggling when you feel his elbows buckle, sending him flush against your chest until you hate access to the skin showing from beneath his shirt.
“S-sweetheart.” His voice is dangerously low, but you continue to map his scars with teasing kisses and little bites, wanting him to completely surrender himself to you.
“Hunter…” You moan in return, smiling to yourself when he groans in response to the lewd pronunciation of his name.
“I need you, cyare. I need you so kriffing badly.” He growls into the cool dusk air, hands grasping at your shoulders to get you to ease off of him if only for a moment.
“Then take me.” You respond instantly, letting go of him so you can lay your head back down against the sand of the shores. Hunter snaps his gaze at you, once again scrutinizing your features and body language so there can be no room for any misunderstandings.
“Fucking finally.”
#hunter x reader#hunter/reader#hunter bad batch x reader#hunter bad batch/reader#sergeant hunter#hunter the bad batch#hunter fluff#hunter angst#the bad batch#it's been a long time#and i'm still not over the last season#ugh#soft hunter#clone fanfiction#hunter fanfiction#tbb#hunter tbb x reader#hunter tbb/reader
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Under Bursting Skies
[Your Choice of Clone x GN!Reader]
Let's rate this +13 to be safe. Minor proofreading and editing. Gender neutral Reader. Second person POV with no body or gender descriptors. No specified Clone or personalities beyond name drops when it comes to the rumors. This is just him™ being sweet and cuddly with you because the fireworks scare you or simply make you uneasy. Or you can pretend it's the other way around: the fireworks have scared him™ and you're comforting him™. I'm not your mother, I can't stop my fellow Clone Simps from interpreting who says what dialogue in any specific way. ;) No one's acting out of character because I say so though, so yes he would say that because he loves you. 🩷 One line of Mando'a that gets translated by the other. My usual use of italics.
Hope y’all are staying safe with those fireworks! If you need me I’ll be chilling with my noise cancelling headphones in my house now that we’re done celebrating.
It's been going on for a while now, you and him.
The stolen and sweet "secret" (hah, who are you kidding when there's a sea of a hundred faces similar enough to his who have you clocked from miles away at any given time?) moments like these are as natural as the armor that hugs him in all the right places. All those areas your eyes linger a little too long, your hands crawl to time and time again.
Yeah, especially there.
This firework show seems to be going on equally as long tonight. It's anyone's guess who got a hold of these, why the COs haven't put a stop to it, and who's setting them off. There's too many conflicting rumors about the origin and why they're being set off tonight.
One rumor many have put their credits on is Fives wanting to say farewell to this campaign General Skywalker secured for them with a bang, and he's paid some Shiny reeeeally well to set off these sparklers and skyrockets he found in an overstuffed office labeled "contraband" on the base. Another rumor floating around suggests that so-and-so has it on good authority that those specializing in heavy-weapons (he's pretty sure he knows what Hardcase's armor looks like even in the dark… granted he was pretty far away, so-) and explosives wanted to blow something up (wasn't there someone you were telling me about in that rogue Clone unit named-? Oh hi, Captain!), but they wanted to create something of beauty rather than destruction before they got bored of it and let someone else take it from there.
Maybe it's not even a Clone who's setting them off. Maybe it's some brother's General and their respective Shin- er, Padawan. (Don't call them "Shiny" or "Youngling", most of them really don't like that or understand what we mean.) Or maybe it's just the Padawan. It's probably their Commander… that seems like a thing the General's student might do. They may be fighting in a war for kriff's sake, but kids will find excuses to be kids. They don't really see most of the Generals doing something like using their lightsaber to ignite the fuse from a distance. (If that isn't their Commander though, how the hell did a brother get their hands on one of the laser swords someone swears up and down they saw?)
You don't know, and you don't care. You're more interested in being wrapped around him, by him, feeling someone's skin twitch and jump with every rocket that climbs into the sky above the base with a shrill, whistling scream before it bursts into a ball of sizzling light and color. You've found some secluded space where you often spend time with one another.
It's the perfect place to take that spare mattress one of the bunk rooms had kicking around for a while and lay it out on the floor, adding layer after layer of those GAR-issue blankets and sheets no one would miss until the thing became a much more comfortable nest. It was another "secret" the two of you had.
Yeah, a little strange that this old storage room's light turns on sometimes in the middle of the night. Maybe the wiring is just… goofy. But it's definitely nothing.
"Maker… wonder how much this guy's gotten his hands on. Must've been at this for… fifteen minutes?" one of you asks, feeling the other tense after one of the big fireworks detonates with an ear splitting BHOOM! so deep, it was felt in all twenty-four ribs.
The question is answered with a faint laugh before a trail of kisses are stamped into the other's jawline, "Dunno… just hope it ends soon. For your sake."
"Hush, I'm not-" comes the retort before the jawline is replaced with the speaker's lips, gentle hands caressing their face before they pull apart. "Now-now. I was not going to say you were scared. You're tense. The fireworks make you uneasy."
"Exploding kaleidoscopes would make anyone uneasy! They're too much like thermal detonators for my taste, and you know those aren't toys."
There's another soft chuckle before one of you props yourself up on one elbow to better look at the nervous one on the stolen mattress below both of you with a sweet smile. "K'uur, ner sho'cye…" comes out in a soothing tone, voice close to an amorous purr.
"Don't you "hush, my ocean" me…" one of you complains softly to the other, trying to shy away from the hand that reaches forward to touch some part of them. A scar. A tattoo. Their hair. Skin barren and devoid of any clothing. "I'm the one who says that…" they grumble, but it's half-hearted. They can't stay mad at their darling, the other half of them in this galaxy, for too long just from a simple tease.
It earns them a chuckle in reply again. "Uh-huh…"
Neither of you want to stray too far from the comforting embrace where they fit just right against the other. There's no rigid surface of an armor kit to be found that makes a tender hug stiff and impossibly uncomfortable for more than a brief exchange that conveys the gratitude of seeing the other one safe and alive and in the flesh once again; more than a dream had in longing.
"Don't say it…"
"You're adorable when you're grumpy."
"I'm not grumpy."
"Right. Because the fireworks don't scare you either."
"Exactly." they declare emphatically. But the discomforted twitch with the next shockwave of color and crackling light and spent gunpowder floating on the breeze outside that breaks across in the bursting skies above them both betrays their resolve. One of you is most definitely frightened by the display that poses no immediate danger; luckily, the other doesn't think less of them for it.
"It's alright. I have you."
Your heads meet in the middle-space between the two of you on the mattress as you draw each other closer once again for comfort, whether sought or provided, and the whisper is small and grateful. "...thank you."
Together, safe in the base, under bursting skies, the two of you listen to the fireworks above as the show carries on. When it mercifully comes to an end with one last rib-tickling series of blasts and booms, you simply look in one another’s eyes with a sigh. You’re both in agreement that you’re glad someone had fun - and hopefully no one ended up hurt - but you’re more glad it’s finally over.
“Wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“Would’ve been worse if it wasn’t for you, sweetheart.”
“I’d do anything for the one I love.” the tender promise is made, sealed with a kiss.
[Didn’t drop my Sorry, Wrong Comms! taglist into this one since I didn’t know if this experimental and self-indulgent drabble would be their cup of tea]
Mando’a pronunciation according to the glossary I referenced:
K’uur [Koor]
ner [nair]
sho’cye [SHOW-shay]
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"Sun and Rain"
Chapter 52
"A Chance to Breathe"
A "Bad Batch" fanfic!
Pairing: Hunter x fem OC, Echo (more best friend pairing)
A/N: whoo, the writing mojo is back!! Two chapters in only a couple days! I'm back, baby!!
In case anyone missed my update, I'm going to probably have a chapter or two left after this one before this story is going to connect with the events of "Bad Batch" season 1. You can read the full update here!
Until then, enjoy this chapter 😁😁 forgive me, there's quite a few things happening in this one lol
Also, one of the scenes later on was inspired by this beautiful fan art drawn for me by @4pplecider a couple months back 🥰 Thank you for the inspiration, my dear!! 😉 and when you get to said scene closer to the end (you'll know what it is, trust me), listen to this song: "Meant to Be" by Two Steps From Hell and it will make it even better 😊
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《 Chapter 51
》 Chapter 53
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Explanation: Now that the Clones are free and the Eradicators are finished, the Koriena Force and the Bad Batch wrap things up and then take some downtime on Toydaria. While there, Kimber and Hunter have a much-needed heart to heart.
The Koriena Force's ship left the planet of Nar Shadaa behind as it flew up to the Republic cruiser waiting in its orbit.
As they got into the hangar of the cruiser, Captain Rex called Commander Cody over comms and told him, "Cody, we've docked in the cruiser. Make the jump to Toydaria and let's get out of here."
"Copy that, Rex. Making the jump," said Cody over the comm.
After that, Rex moved beside Kida again and stated to the others, "We need to get her to medical immediately."
"Rex, it's just my shoulder. I'm really okay," Kida protested.
"Your wound should still be looked at, nonetheless," he countered.
"He has a point," said Echo. "You don't want it to get infected."
Kida rolled her eyes, but still grinned. "Oh, you Clones, so concerned for me. Very well, I'll let you take me to the medic, Captain."
Now with her consent, Rex slung her good arm over his shoulder and started walking her down the ramp off the ship and into the cruiser.
Kimber couldn't help but raise her eyebrows at watching them. Since Kida had gotten shot, Rex had been incredibly attentive of her. He had reacted with panic initially and then had temporarily dressed her wound on the ship and making sure she was all right on the way to the cruiser, never taking his eyes off of her. Kimber was surprised by his change in behavior, considering before, almost anytime Kida would even speak to Rex, he would get perplexed and at a loss for words. Had her flirtations actually secretly worked their way into his heart after all?
Her train of thought was interrupted by Echo coming up beside her, a bewildered look on his face. "Uh...what's going on there?" he asked, gesturing to the two people disembarking the ship.
“You know…I’m not entirely sure, to be honest,” she responded.
The two of them began gradually making their way down the ramp and he asked her, “How are you, Kimber? I mean…you look incredible. I almost didn’t recognize you.”
She snickered, having almost forgotten that she was still in her bounty hunter disguise. “That was kind of the point,” she said, “but I’m better now that I know you lads are safe.”
Wrecker then came up behind them, gave her a hit in the shoulder and exclaimed, “I can’t believe you took down the Eradicators all by yourself!”
“I most certainly did not take them down by myself,” she replied, stopping and turning around to face him, Echo and Wrecker stopping with her. Then she gestured to the other ladies following out of the ship. “I couldn’t have done it without them. They’re the reason I got to this point.”
Rina appeared at Kimber’s side and said, nudging Kimber in the side, “You got that right.”
In that moment, Wrecker suddenly cried, “Come here, you!”, crouched down, wrapped his arm underneath her legs and hoisted Rina up onto his broad shoulder, making her let out a tiny yelp in surprise. “You were amazing back there and you’re a real cutie, you know that?” he asked with a smile.
She was startled for a split second at his declaration, but then grinned down at him and stated back, “You’re quite the hunk yourself, big guy. You got a name?”
“The name’s Wrecker,” he told her, now continuing on without realizing the rest of the group wasn’t following.
“I’m Rina,” she said back, her voice now getting fainter as they got further away.
Hunter, Tech and Crosshair as well as Lex and Irys came down and joined up next to Kimber and Echo, curiously watching Wrecker strut away with Rina still on his shoulder, the two of them striking up a conversation..
“Well…that was a first,” commented Hunter.
“Indeed. Wrecker has never shown interest in a woman before,” Tech added.
Kimber shrugged and said, “I guess he hadn’t met the right woman until now.”
“I always thought explosives were the only things that would catch his eye,” then said Crosshair, folding his arms.
“Rina’s got quite the firecracker personality. She’d be perfect for him,” Kimber replied, a smile crossing her face as she kept watching the two of them get further away in the hangar.
Then Tech spoke up, “By the way, Kimber, whatever happened to our ship after we were attacked?”
“The Marauder’s on the other end of the hangar. They were able to pull it into the cruiser when they found me,” she explained. “As far as I’m aware, they made repairs while I was away.”
“Excellent. Shall I prep the ship to leave, Sarge?” Tech then asked Hunter.
“We’ll disembark once the cruiser reaches Toydaria in a couple hours,” he responded.
With a nod, Tech then declared, “Very well. I’m going to go to the ship anyway to ensure the regs didn’t make any mistakes that will require fixing before we depart.” Then without waiting for anyone’s response, Tech whipped out his datapad and immersed himself in it as he walked away from the group.
Lex came up behind Kimber, put an arm across her shoulders and said, pulling her in a little, “Would you believe it? We actually pulled it off, princess.”
“I wouldn’t have gotten this far without you ladies,” replied Kimber.
“Thank you for helping rescue us,” then said Hunter, looking between the two ladies.
Irys bowed her head and said, “It was our pleasure. You guys are important to Kimber and we were more than willing to help.”
“Mind if we join you guys on Toydaria for a little while?” inquired Lex.
“By all means,” said Hunter.
Uncrossing his arms, Crosshair then stated, “I’m going to go check on the ship, as well.” Though, before he left, he put a hand on Kimber’s shoulder and said to her softly, “You did good today, sunshine. I’m proud of you.”
She gave him a soft smile and then reached up and squeezed his hand as she said back, “Thanks, brother.”
Crosshair’s head ever so slightly reared back and his eyes widened for a split second at hearing her call him “brother”. He knew she had referred to him as such in the message she’d left for them when she’d left for Coruscant, but hearing her actually say it to his face made him feel a sense of joy he hadn’t ever felt before. She truly did view him as a brother just as he viewed her as a sister. He couldn’t ask for anything more. He gave her a small grin in return and then proceeded to leave the rest of them.
“I’m going to go talk to Commander Cody,” Hunter informed the ladies. Then his eyes found Kimber and, to her surprise, he reached out and lightly grasped her hand. “We’ll talk later?” he asked.
“Sure,” she replied.
With that, he left Kimber with Lex and Irys, his hand lingering a little longer in hers until he finally had to let go.
“That man is probably the most handsome one I have ever seen. You’re one lucky gal, Kimber,” Lex commented to her.
Kimber smiled at the Zabrak, but there was a hint of melancholy behind it. “I want to agree, but…I don’t know where I stand with him right now, so I’m not sure what to think,” she said.
“I’ve observed how he’s looked at you since we left Nar Shadaa and how he held your hand just now,” said Irys. “I’m fairly certain he still has feelings for you.”
“Fairly certain?” Kimber repeated.
Bobbing her head, the Togruta clarified, “I would say I’m…eighty percent certain of that.”
Raising her eyebrows, Lex questioned back, “What about the other twenty percent?”
“He’s still feeling hurt and betrayed from Kimber leaving them and he’s conflicted about resuming his relationship with her again,” Irys replied casually.
Feeling discouraged, Kimber hung her head and let out a sad sigh. “Well…at least the odds seem somewhat in my favor.”
She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked to see Lex offering her a comforting smile. “Don’t lose hope yet,” she reassured her. “Hunter may not know what he wants yet, but at least he still cares about you. That much is apparent. You’ve won him over once; I know you can do it again. Don’t give up on your Sergeant.”
“Thanks, ladies,” said Kimber. Then the wound in her side she got from Jax twinged a little and she clutched at it briefly. “Come on, I need to go to the infirmary myself and get patched up. After that, let’s go check on Kida.”
The other two voiced their agreement and the three of them started making their way to the medical bay.
“Rex, you really don’t have to be here,” urged Kida as the medical Droid was applying a bacta patch to her wounded shoulder.
The Captain was standing near the corner, his hands wringing together anxiously. “I know, but I just want to be sure you’re okay,”
Chuckling, she said to him, “What is going on with you? Normally, you hardly say a word to me because everything I do makes you all flustered and nervous.”
The med Droid finished with the bacta and proceeded out of the room to go see to their next patient, scooting past Rex out of the door and leaving the two of them alone.
“You ladies were my responsibility just as much as Kimber’s. It’s my duty to look after you,” he explained, straightening up and his expression serious.
“Is that all this is right now? Duty?” she questioned, lifting her eyebrows.
He opened his mouth to answer, but then faltered as he found himself unsure how to respond. She watched him curiously, trying to gauge his true thoughts; trying to figure him out. His eyes looked to the floor for a moment, then he closed them and took a deep breath.
“I…don’t know,” he responded.
Her eyebrows went a little higher. “Wow...have you actually grown to care for me, Captain?” she asked mostly jokingly through another chuckle.
However, he remained silent and kept his eyes trained on her as he slowly approached the cot she sat on. This took Kida by surprise and her breath hitched slightly as Rex was suddenly standing directly in front of her, his brown eyes staring deep into her gold ones.
Just then, a smirk appeared on his face as the Clone Captain then told the blue-skinned Pantoran woman, “Well, what can I say…blue is my favorite color.”
This time, she gasped softly, completely caught off guard by his forward statement. Just who was this Clone standing in front of her now? What had happened to the shy, nervous Captain that used to get speechless every time she spoke to him? For the first time in her life, she was now at a loss for words. She was always so used to being the flirty one with everyone and most people didn’t reciprocate as she was known to come across a bit strongly, which she didn’t mind at all, but now…it seemed the tables were turning.
To try and hide her awkwardness, she looked away and said, snickering again, “You’ve never had a woman flirt with you…and I’ve never had anyone actually flirt back. This is...quite a change.”
Rex then took one more step closer to her and asked her, his voice lowering, “Kida, your…flirtations with me…were they simply for fun and meaningless or…did they actually mean something to you?”
That was also a question Kida was not expecting. Was he legitimately interested in her? She wasn’t sure and deep down was thinking it was too good to be true and didn’t want to believe it. Yet there was another part of her that wanted it to be true.
Her response to him was, “What do you want them to mean, Captain?”
For a brief moment, the two of them kept their gazes locked on each other, trying to read the other’s face for any sort of telltale sign of what they wanted. Kida’s eyes flitted down for a second to Rex’s lips, but then she looked back up to his face, hoping he didn’t notice.
Outside in the corridor, Kimber, Lex and Irys were making their way to the room one of the med Clones had told them Kida and Rex were in, now that Kimber's own wound had been bandaged up.
“I do hope Kida isn’t giving the poor Captain a hard time again,” said Irys.
Kimber laughed. “It’s Kida. I’d be surprised if she wasn’t,” she said back.
“The woman flirts with every man in her path,” said Lex with a roll of her eyes.
“Has she ever actually had a serious relationship? Or had genuine feelings for someone?” Kimber inquired.
Lex answered, “As far as I can recall, I don’t think she’s ever had a serious relationship. As for genuine feelings…hard to say. Though, she said she had her eyes on Rex, but I don’t know if that was serious or for a one-night stand sort of thing.”
“Most likely the latter,” Irys commented.
Though, as they were coming up outside the door, they heard Rex talking inside and they stopped to listen.
They heard him say, “Normally, I have to abide by protocol and behave professionally…but right now…I want to throw caution to the wind and do what I’ve secretly wanted to do for a while. That is…if you’ll allow me, Kida.”
Kimber, Irys and Lex all exchanged wide-eyed glances.
Then they heard Kida speak in reply, her voice abnormally soft and sweet, “Yes…I want you to, Rex.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Lex whispered in disbelief.
“It would appear that I was mistaken,” said Irys.
For a few seconds, they couldn’t hear anything and their curiosity got the best of them. What was going on? Kimber pressed the button on the outside to open the door, the door slid open and all three of them had to keep themselves from gasping aloud in shock.
Rex and Kida were entwined in each other's arms, kissing quite deeply and passionately. Rex was holding her tightly against him around her waist with one arm and the other hand cupping her face while Kida kept him close with her arms about his neck and shoulders. They were so enthralled in the moment with one another that neither of them even heard the door to the room open.
With her other hand clamped over her mouth to keep quiet, Kimber quickly pressed the button to the door again and shut the door. Then she let out an amused laugh and said, “Well…I think they’re just fine!”
“So it would seem,” added Irys, also astonished at what they’d just seen.
"She actually got Rex to fall for her...looks like Rina and I owe Kida five hundred credits each," commented Lex.
"Sure looks like it," Kimber agreed.
Right then, they heard Kida moan, “Oh Rex…!” on the other side of the door.
“And that’s our cue to leave,” Lex stated, now looking a little mortified.
“Agreed,” said Irys and the two of them immediately started walking away.
However, Kimber stayed behind for a few more seconds as she couldn’t help but smile at the door. She’d had a hunch that maybe the Captain had actually developed an interest in Kida, despite how flustered she made him, and it made her happy not only knowing she was right, but also knowing that those two had actually gotten out of their comfort zones because of each other. They were opening themselves to something more when neither of them thought they wanted it.
“Way to go, Captain,” she said quietly to herself before running off to catch up with her friends.
Once the cruiser made it above Toydaria, any Clones that wanted to leave the cruiser or at least didn't want to return to Coruscant for any reason were welcome to take their leave. Kimber caught the Wolf Pack just as she was on her way to meet up with her squad.
"Kimber! We knew it was you!" cried Comet as they saw her coming.
"Whatever gave me away?" she asked with a teasing grin.
Boost came up to her and said to her, "I can't believe you actually saved us! That was incredible!"
"I did what was right, that's what matters," she said back. "I had no idea you guys had gotten captured, too."
Wolffe came forward and stated, "The Eradicators grabbed us after a mission on Cato Neimoidia not too long ago. We put up a good fight, but it wasn't enough."
"They caught my squad unawares, so we didn't stand a chance, unfortunately, but they left me behind," Kimber explained.
"Well, it's a good thing they did or else we'd all still be trapped there," said Sinker.
"We're in your debt, Kimber," said Wolffe.
She waved a dismissive hand. "You don't owe me anything. Just keep fighting to end the war and make our galaxy safer. You boys should be able to handle that."
Letting out a small snicker, Wolffe smirked and answered, "You better believe it."
"Well, I had better get going, my squad is going to head down to Toydaria now that we've reached the planet. Maybe our paths will cross again one day and hopefully under better circumstances," she said to them.
Wolffe hummed and responded, "I guess we'll see. Take care of yourself, all right?"
"Yes, Commander," Kimber told him, giving him a salute.
"See you around, Kimber," said Comet, giving her a wave along with Sinker and Boost.
Kimber waved back and smiled, once again leaving the Wolf Pack behind to go meet up with the Bad Batch and also, this time, the Koriena Force.
She found the Koriena Force outside their borrowed ship on the boarding ramp and saw Rex leaving the ship himself. No doubt he was thanking them for their help, but also bidding farewell to Kida. As she was walking towards him, he caught her eye and they made their way to each other.
"Is this where we part ways again, Rex?" Kimber inquired.
"I'm afraid so, for now," he replied. He approached her and laid a hand on her arm. "You achieved the impossible here, Kimber, and I can't thank you enough for your loyalty to us Clones."
"I couldn't have done it without you, too, Rex," she said back. "I'm grateful to have a friend like you."
"I told you you'd be a great leader. You've done me and the Republic proud."
"It was the least I could do for the people I owe my life to." She extended a hand out to him and he took her by the wrist. "Until next time, Captain."
He grinned. "Until next time."
Then she smirked at him and added as she let him go, "By the way...you and Kida make a lovely couple." She winked playfully at him.
His eyes went wide with surprise, not expecting to hear that she knew about him and Kida. She simply giggled with satisfaction and walked right past him.
"Give Jesse and Kix my regards," she called over her shoulder as she left him. Then she smiled to herself, hoping it wouldn't be long until she'd see her favorite Clone Captain again.
As she made her way by the Koriena Force's ship, all the ladies on the ramp waved to her.
"You'd better get to the Bad Batch's ship, boss lady! They're waiting for you!" cried Rina.
"We'll meet you down on the planet!" added Lex.
"By the way, you'll probably want this!" shouted Kida, holding up a large sack and tossing it to Kimber as she ran by.
Kimber caught the bag, looked inside and couldn't help but smile with joy. Inside was her Bad Batch armor. It was going to be nice to wear it again.
With a nod, Kimber slung the bag over her shoulder, waved back at the ladies and called to them, "I'll see you all there!" Then she broke into a quick canter to get to the Marauder...and back to her boys.
Minutes later, she spotted Hunter and Echo outside the Marauder and the engines were just kicking on. "Hey, you better wait for me!" she shouted with a grin, picking up speed.
They heard her call and looked in her direction. Echo then called back gladly as he watched her come to to them, "We'd never dream of leaving you behind, Kim!"
"Good! I would hope so because I didn't go through all that trouble of breaking you guys out for that to happen," she teased as she stopped in front in them.
"No...we stay together," Hunter reaffirmed.
Once again, her heart skipped a beat just getting to hear Hunter's voice again speaking like this to her. How she'd missed him!
Then he gestured inside with his head and said, "Come on. Let's get out of here and take some time for ourselves. We all deserve a rest."
Hunter climbed up the stairs into the Marauder first. Echo looked back at Kimber and then held out his good hand to her with a warm and inviting smile on his face. Kimber smiled back, took his hand and let him lead her back into the ship, ready to leave the awful experiences of the last few days behind them.
Seeing as how it was nighttime back on Nar Shadaa, it also happened to be nighttime on Toydaria, as well, since it was in a nearby system. Both the Marauder and the Koriena Force's ships landed near the wild areas of the planet, far enough out not to disturb anyone, but just close enough to civilization in case they needed to go there for anything. Once the ships landed, Kimber jumped from the Marauder over to the other ship and told the ladies they should get some rest. They would take time the next day to figure things out and just have some downtime after a trying mission. The ladies all agreed and bade Kimber good night. When she returned to the Marauder, she suggested they do the same and rest, especially since she figured they hadn't had a proper night's sleep since being captured. The Clones all obliged as well and retired to their bunks.
Kimber, however, laid awake out in the cockpit of the ship, now back in her Bad Batch armor, her tattoos cleaned off and her hair back in its normal single braid. There were just too many thoughts buzzing around in her head. So much had happened in so little time. In only days, she'd met an entire group of women who agreed to help get her squad back and now, they were her team under her command and they were her friends, people she had come to trust with her life. She had gone from a follower in one group to the leader of another; she'd grown into a better leader than she ever believed she could be. She and those ladies had taken down an entire extremist syndicate purely on their own, something that not even the Republic with all its resources and intel could do.
Above all that...she had actually killed someone.
The moment she had shot Jax Orroco repeated itself over and over in her head. She knew it was what had to be done. If he had been left alive, then there was still the high chance he would continue his work for the Eradicators had he somehow escaped or survived the base explosion. Even though it was the right call, why did it still eat away at her? Did this now make her a killer, even though she was justified in what she'd done? If anything, the final shot had been more in self-defense, but even still, there was a sense of guilt wracking at her inside. Perhaps now she realized why Echo had stopped her from killing Wat Tambor back on Kuat. Even if the death would've been justified, it was still a living being she would be taking life from, not just another Droid or creature. It wouldn't be the same. Now, she understood, but it was too late to take back what she'd done to Jax. This was now something she'd have to live with.
After what felt like a couple hours of being unable to get to sleep, Kimber finally decided to go out and get some air. She grabbed a heater from one of the storage compartments, pulled out another small box from her pack, quietly got off the ship and sat herself down on a nearby log. She turned the heater on to ensure she'd stay warm in the cool evening, plus it let off bright light almost like a fire so she could see.
Then she picked up the smaller box from her pack. This was actually a music player that connected to a lot of Republic radio stations throughout the galaxy.
It had been a gift to her...from Jesse.
Months ago, shortly after she had gone to Coruscant initially, he had given her the music player to keep her from getting bored in her hotel, keep her entertained and to sometimes help her sleep, if she was able to find a station with soothing music. It was a gift she loved and used often in her nights at the hotel. Now, she figured it would serve her again on a night where she just had too much on her mind. She switched it on, turned a couple dials until she could hear music being picked up, lowered the volume ever so slightly and then set it off to the side. Her eyes then drifted up the Toydarian night sky. There were just as many stars in the sky as she'd seen on other planets. At least that never changed no matter where she went. The stars would always be there.
"You're still up?" suddenly spoke a familiar voice.
Kimber whipped around to see Hunter slowly walking towards her from inside the ship. The soft glow of the heater really illuminated his sharp features and the tattooed side of his face that she couldn't help but sigh quietly. It was nice seeing him again and knowing he was okay. Now that he was free...maybe they finally had a chance to rekindle what they once had.
At least...depending on how things would go with him tonight.
"Yeah, I uh...just couldn't sleep," she answered.
He moved around to her side and asked, "Would you mind some company?"
"Sure. Would you mind waking up Echo?" she joked back.
Hunter gave Kimber a teasing look, showing he was slightly unamused, and she just smiled and laughed at him, patting the spot next to her on the log for him to come sit down. He stepped around and sat down beside her, his leg lightly brushing hers as he put himself directly next to her.
"I'm relieved you're okay," she told him to start the conversation. "I can't even begin to tell you how worried I was."
"It's all because of you," he said. "You got us out. You got everyone out."
"It wasn't just me. I had help," she corrected.
He shrugged and replied, "Even still...you had the contacts and used your resources to free us." He went silent briefly, his eyes distant in thought, before he then said softly, "I guess...maybe it was a good thing that you left us before."
Her head reared back, astonished. "What?"
Then he explained, "If you hadn't left, you wouldn't have met those women and without them, I don't know if you would've found us. We would've been killed and many more Clones would also be dead or imprisoned."
"So...you're not mad about that anymore?" Kimber asked hesitantly.
Hunter's eyes drifted to the heater for a brief moment, thinking it over. Then he told her, "I think I can look past it now. In the long run, your choice ended up saving a lot of lives, including ours."
Then he looked back at her with a soft, grateful look in his eyes. Her lips twitched up in a smile, relieved that he wasn't mad with her about her leaving anymore. That was already a step in the right direction.
He sighed, looked back at the heater and said solemnly, hanging his head, "I had resigned myself to the fact that I was going to die until you came."
"Did you not think I would come for you?" she asked.
"It's not that," he replied, lifting his head back up. "I believed you would...but we were also told no one else would know where the hideout was and I thought, realistically, it would be impossible for you to find us. I didn't want to get my hopes up in case...." His voice trailed off as he contemplated the one thing he had been afraid would happen: Kimber not making it in time to rescue them.
"That doesn't matter anymore," she said back. Then she absent-mindedly reached over and took his hand as she consoled him, "You're all free and we're all together again. That's what matters most."
A tiny bit taken aback, Hunter glanced down at their joined hands, unsure of what to do or think in response to that.
Kimber realized what she had done and immediately felt guilty. If he still wasn't ready for anything, this wasn't helping anything.
"I'm sorry," she said, pulling her hand back into her lap.
Seeing the hurt look on her face, the Sergeant couldn’t help but feel bad for making her think she did something wrong. He had been surprised that she took his hand, but in truth, he had liked it. After being treated roughly by the Eradicators, it was pleasant to feel someone’s kind touch...specifically her kind touch. The warmth of her hand was calming and familiar and his hand immediately became cold when she retracted hers. He hadn’t fully realized until then how much he missed the feeling of holding her hand. Thinking he would appease them both, he reached his hand out and tenderly ran his fingers along the back of her hand, eliciting a quiet and surprised gasp from her, before curling them between her fingers and into her palm. Their eyes met once again and then Kimber, accepting his gesture, closed her fingers tightly around his. For a few seconds, there was nothing but content silence between the two of them, just being in the moment with each other now that they were reunited again.
Then Hunter broke the silence by telling her with a gentle squeeze of her hand, “You did great back there. You really continue to amaze me. I don't know how we would've gotten out if it weren't for you.”
Kimber tightened her own grip on his hand and replied determinedly, “I had just gotten you boys back. I wasn’t going to let anyone take you all away from me.”
He smirked. “Well...we've rescued you and now, you've rescued us. It seems we're even now.”
“Oh no, we're nowhere close because you've rescued me far more times and I've only rescued you the once. I guess you boys should get yourselves into more danger so I can catch up.”
“Not on your life.”
She smiled and chuckled at him, bringing out a snicker from him, as well.
Tightening his grip on her hand once more, he said, "I'm proud of the leader you've grown into."
Hearing those words wrought a warm sense of pride in joy inside her. "Well...I had a good example to follow," she replied, still smiling at him.
It was then he happened to notice the box down by her feet. “What is that?” he inquired, pointing to it.
She glanced down at it for a second and then explained, “It's a music player. Jesse gave it to me back on Coruscant to help cure my boredom some nights when I was by myself in my hotel.”
Uncertain of how to react hearing her mention the reg, Jesse, Hunter tightened his lips and simply said, “I see.”
His reaction didn’t go unnoticed by Kimber and bringing up Jesse reminded her that there were things regarding him that she needed to tell Hunter. This was the conversation that she had dreaded having with him and had hoped that maybe it wouldn’t need to happen for a while, but she might as well get it out in the open now. This might be the conversation that would ruin things with Hunter forever…but at least she was being honest with him and her conscience would be clear.
Averting her gaze to her lap for a moment, she said to him, “Hunter...there's something I need to tell you.” Then she looked back at him and saw she had his attention. “You remember that I trained with Jesse while I was on Coruscant?”
He nodded in response.
“Here we go…,” she thought.
Mustering up her courage, she informed him, “During my time there...Jesse developed feelings for me. He kissed me once on a mission after I saved his life, but I stopped him before anything else happened. Then he did kiss me before we left Zeffo just to say goodbye...which I allowed purely as a courtesy to him. Other than that, nothing else happened between us. I told him that I was loyal to you and he respected that. He was very supportive and wanted me to be happy, no matter what. He's become a dear friend to me. However...during that time, I was afraid that, because of how I had left, I hurt you and...your feelings for me would've changed.”
Hunter’s heart hurt slightly at seeing the fear in Kimber’s eyes as she talked about being afraid his feelings had changed, knowing she had hurt him.
“I was scared and lonely and Jesse was there to offer me comfort and companionship,” she went on. “I will admit that, in my loneliness, I found myself...attracted to him a little bit at first, but when it all came down to it...he was just a good friend and I couldn't let go of you. I still belong here with this squad.”
She gazed at him again and in her eyes, he could see the real unsaid message she was also trying to convey to him:
"I still belong with you".
They held their gaze for a moment until he lowered his eyes and nodded in acknowledgement of everything she had just told him.
Then she said to him, her voice beginning to shake a little, “Hunter, I'm not trying to push you for anything; I understand if, even now, you still need time, but I just at least had to be honest with you. I didn't want to hide the truth from you. Not anymore. Even if what I've just told you changes things even more between us. Take all the time you need to figure out what you want from me and from yourself. I'll be here...whatever you decide.”
Hunter didn’t say anything and kept his eyes on the ground, thinking over and processing everything she’d said. She’d had the chance to choose someone else when things were uncertain between them, but she hadn’t. Despite everything, she still chose him; she chose to remain loyal to him. He was so conflicted on how to feel. He still wanted to be mad at her for leaving the way she had months before and wanted time to figure himself out, but she had come back, then rescued them and was now being honest with him about something she very well could’ve hidden from him regarding the reg. What was he supposed to do?
There was no denying that deep down, he still felt something for her. That much would never change. The question was: did he want to risk suffering this kind of heartbreak again? He hated how it made him feel; he’d never gone through such a thing before. Would it be worth risking feeling all of that again to pursue a relationship with Kimber once more? He didn’t feel the same without her; she would always be a part of his squad…but did he want something more again?
Was he willing to risk his heart a second time?
It was then he could hear the music from her music player changing to a slower, melodic song. The tune he could hear at the start was beautiful, serene yet somber. It almost seemed like it reflected how he was feeling in the moment: calm and content, yet sorrowful and lost. Looking at Kimber right then, he wondered if perhaps she felt the same.
Taking his silence as an indication that he no longer wanted to speak with her, Kimber let go of his hand and stood up to leave, feeling slightly dejected. However, a couple seconds later, she felt Hunter take her hand again. When she turned back, he had stood up, as well, and was staring at her intently before looking down at her music player for a second.
When he turned back, he started walking backwards and gently tugged on her arm, pulling her with him into an open area by the glowing heater. Then he stopped, pulled her closer and asked a question that she was not expecting:
“Would you care to dance?”
Kimber blinked rapidly for a second, taken aback by what he had just asked. Had he not heard anything she had just told him? Was he ignoring her? Was he avoiding the subject? What was he doing? Part of her wanted to press it, but if he wasn’t wanting to talk about it…then maybe she should just leave it.
She relented and said to him in reply, “I didn't know you danced.”
“I didn't...until now,” he said, placing his hand on her waist and nudging her closer while holding up her hand in a dancing position.
In response, she lifted her arm with his and then laid her other hand on his shoulder. Then he slowly swayed with her as the music started to lightly crescendo, its melody growing in volume and in feeling. Apart from the music, there was only silence in the wild they were in, so they could hear the music clearly as the two of them began moving from side to side in tandem.
“Hunter…,” she began to say.
Though, he ceased his movements and quietly said, “Hey...you don't need to say anything else. The past is in the past.” He took his hand from her waist, tenderly traced the underside of her jaw before lifting her chin ever so slightly to meet her gaze. Then with a small yet sweet grin, he stated, “Let's just be in this moment...together.”
Without another word, he resumed swaying in time to the music, holding Kimber close. With those few words, she understood exactly what he was trying to say without outright saying it. He didn't want to focus on the past and he wasn't going to let her truth affect things between them. Whether this meant he was ready to give them another try or not was uncertain, but there was one thing Kimber did feel certain of: no matter what, Hunter still wanted her in his life. The dance they were sharing was at least a promise of that. He wanted her there with him and he wasn't going to let her go, even if his heart wasn't ready yet. With that knowledge, she was content. That was enough for her for now.
With that, the two of them remained silent as they continued slow dancing to the lovely, ethereal melody that played on Kimber's music player, forgetting about everything that happened the day prior, everyone sleeping in the ships and not even caring if someone were to walk out and see them. It was just them together, the peaceful music filling the air and the glittering stars watching their dance from on high.
As the song soon came to a close, Hunter surprised Kimber even more by dipping her low in his arms. Her heart skipped a beat at seeing the doting expression in his gaze as he looked down at her, smiling. It was almost a look of love, like the way he used to look at her. He then pulled her back up, the two of them still holding to each other, and they both just stared deeply into each other's eyes, searching their gaze as if to determine what the next move would be. Hunter tilted his head down just a little until his forehead gently met hers. There they stood in each other's arms, their eyes closed and breathing deeply as they took in the moment and reveling in each other's presence after what felt like so long. This was where they were both meant to be.
Soon, Kimber could feel Hunter slowly leaning in closer and she had the strongest feeling he was going to kiss her. She braced herself for it and her heart was racing, so much that she was sure Hunter could sense it, but at that point, she didn't care.
He inched ever closer and was just a breath away when suddenly, he stopped and then he spoke, pulling back, "You should get some rest."
Even though she didn't outright show it, Kimber felt her heart sink with disappointment inside from him not kissing her. He had hesitated and couldn't go through with it, but she knew she couldn't blame him too much. It was still partially her fault.
She replied to him, "Only if you do. My guess is you need it more than me."
He offered her a friendly grin and released his hold on her, making her feel exposed and vulnerable once his arms let go. He then turned and started to walk back to the Marauder, but she took his hand and softly said his name. Hearing her say his name like that made his breath catch just as he turned over his shoulder to look back at her.
"Thank you for understanding...," she told him gratefully, "...and thank you for the dance. It was wonderful."
The corners of his mouth twitched up with gladness and, before he even realized what he was doing, he grasped the hand in his, raised it up and planted a soft kiss on her knuckles, his gaze never leaving hers as he did so.
When he lowered her hand, he simply replied in a low whisper, "You're welcome, Kimber."
His hand slipped out of hers and he then returned to the ship.
Kimber watched as Hunter walked away and inside felt a small sensation of hope rise within her. While Hunter might not be ready to commit to her again, more than likely due to his pride, there perhaps was still hope for the two of them yet. He had almost kissed her and she had seen the love that still emanated in his eyes when they danced, even if he didn't realize it. He still carried feelings for her; that, she knew for sure now. He couldn't hide that even if he tried. That was enough for her to keep going and to keep being patient. If it took days, months or even years, Kimber was certain she and Hunter would be together again.
Yes, she would have to wait for him, but she had already promised herself that she would and she knew the wait would be worth it.
Hunter was worth waiting for.
#star wars the bad batch#the bad batch#bad batch hunter#bad batch fanfic#hunter x oc fic#sun and rain fanfic
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Fancy meeting you here. (Agent 47 x OFC)
(So...uhh, yeah here we are I guess, I’m a simp for the bald clone man.)
Pandora is in Paris and runs into the last person she’d expect.
Paris was Pandora’s favorite city, she enjoyed the food and the culture, But mostly she enjoyed the role it allowed her to play.
Tonight, in the expensive hotel named The Golden Swan or ‘le cygne d'or’ she was a heiress from the South of the country named Océane Devillers and she was here to attend a opening at a private art gallery down the street, the next night, Then at the after party, she would slip some poison into the drink of the headlining artist, Vincent Ponce.
She’d be back in the hotel spa before anyone even noticed her.
The sound of heels on marble was her favorite sound. Of course when playing the role of a french heiress, you have to dress the part, designer shoes, expensive silk blouse, pearl necklace, Diamond earrings, All completed the illusion.
Cutting through the lobby was the quickest way to the lifts that lead to the rooftop restaurant, where dinner was being served.
There was a man checking in at the front desk, he was wearing a thick coat and fedora against the nights rain.
“And your name, Monsieur?” The polite receptionist asked
“Tobias Rieper.”
Pandora’s heart stopped in her chest, What in the hell was he doing here?
X
After a quick dinner, far quicker than Pandora would have preferred, She walked up to the desk, a fake smile plastered on her ruby red lips.
“So sorry to bother you..”
The receptionist smiled back
“But I was supposed to be meeting a friend of mine for drinks, A Mr. Rieper? And he didn’t show.” She leans on the desk “He has checked in, hasn’t he?”
“Yes Miss, he checked in over an hour ago.”
She laughed, polite, fake.
“The fool has probably passed out in his room, he always gets tired when traveling.” She paused to laugh “I don’t suppose I could get his room number, to go wake him?”
“Uhh..We aren’t allowed to give out guests room numbers..”
“Oh please? Just this once?” She tapped her fingers on the desk “He’ll be livid if he misses me.”
The Receptionist sighs
“Just this once.” She types away on her computer “He is in room 205, fourth floor.”
“Thank you so much.”
She reached into the pocket of her trousers and pulled out a wad of euro bills “For you breaking the rules..”
She slid her a twenty, the receptionist quickly took it and stuffed it into her jacket pocket
“Thank you so much Madam.”
X
Pandora half didn’t expect an answer as she knocked on the wooden hotel room door.
But he did, In a weird turn of events she had been right about him being asleep, a lucky guess, judging by the dressing gown he wore around his muscular frame.
Agent 47 never seemed to change, always had his clean shaved face and head, always had piercing blue eyes that seemed to look right through you, All though they did widen in surprise at seeing her.
“Fancy seeing you here, Mi amour.” She smiled, keeping up the fake accent
He didn’t answer.
“Well..invite me in, it's the polite thing to do.”
She stepped over the threshold into his room, it was painfully neat.
“Or do they not teach you manners at the ICA?”
She dropped the accent, slipping back into her natural English, all though even that was a fake, she was Russian by birth.
The door clicked shut and before she could react she was being slammed against it, his arm on her throat.
“What are you doing here?”
There wasn’t a hint of emotion in his voice, there never was.
“Currently I do believe I’m being threatened.” He increased the pressure on her throat “Alright, Alright..I’m not here for you, if that's what you mean.”
He relaxed and removed his arm
“If I was here for you, 47, you’d be dead.”
A brief smile flashed across his face.
“Then why are you here?”
“Best cocktails and spa in all of Paris.” She walked over to his bed, the sheets were tucked in so tight she wondered if he even slept under them, she sat down “On a job, you know I can’t tell you what, I suspect you signed the same NDA”
“At least give me a place, so I know we’re not after the same target.”
“Art gallery.”
He nodded “Not the same.”
“When is your hit?”
“Tomorrow.”
She smiled “So you have one night in Paris?”
She kicked off her heels “Whatever shall you do to pass the time?”
He slid the security chain over his door and moved towards her, slow, Like the predator he was.
But she was no mere prey.
“I’m sure we can think of something.”
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Racing along
Commander Fox x reader
Synopsis: You speeder race along the spires of Coruscant often, but one night you happened to get picked up by a cop. Through a series of events, you end up overnight in a jail cell, where you meet a certain Commander that you can’t seem to keep out of your mind after you leave.
A/N: I have no idea how comms are exchanged and I’m too swamped with end of semester stuff to find out. Pls let me know if you want to be tagged in any future works! Enjoy the read!
Warning: Simp reader (maybe simp Fox)
tags: @sugarpuffsstuff
The jail cell that they had plopped you in was rather chilly, you recognized as you rubbed your arms up and down. The tanktop you were wearing had been previously covered by a nice, warm, cozy leather jacket, but they had stripped that from you when you had been arrested. Probably a good call, a lot of others from this seedy hellhole of a planet probably had all kinds of tools hidden in jackets to slip from cells.
You crossed your arms and tucked them tightly into your chest to conserve warmth, driving your knees up to curl into a ball. Of all the nights to get caught speeder racing, it had to be tonight. Any other time, you would have been ticketed and been on your way, but the systems had gotten shut down nearly the instant a guard had caught you. A real shiny too, you had to say, as he seemed to be a stickler for the rules and threw you in the cell in wait of the systems going back up instead of just letting you be on your way.
“Mister!” You rattled the bars to get the attention of the clone manning the desk by the in-the in-precinct cell. “Any chance you could toss me my jacket… or maybe a blanket?” It was almost cringe-worthy how small your voice sounded in that moment. It was your first time inside a police precinct, let alone in the jail cell. You knew they probably wouldn’t do anything to you, but it was still terrifying.
The man gave you an amused look before rolling back in his chair and pressing his comlink. “Commander, would you mind if we get the racer something warm? They looks a bit cold.” He asked, giving you a little wink. Confusion washed over you at the gesture. You hadn’t really cared much about the war effort or the soldiers who had fought in it, so you really didn’t have much of an opinion on them, but everything you had seen previously kinda painted them… as not great.
It didn’t help that they were constantly busting your races now either. They were brutally efficient, much more so than the previous cops. Clearly, considering that no one had caught you in particular before.
“Thank you.” You said slowly before pulling yourself into a tighter ball in the corner. The cell was empty, surprisingly. Well, you guessed it made sense. Systems were down, either let them go for the night or throw the really scary guys in the big prison for the night.
“It’s not a problem. We scanned through your jacket, there wasn’t anything we needed to be worried about, but we were still just gonna give it to you on your way out.” He explained, rounding around to stand in front of your cell. “Least we can do since Dogma brought ya in. I don’t think anyone else ‘round here would have made you sit in that cell all night.” He told you rather kindly.
“Oh… his name was Dogma?” You asked, furrowing your brow. Were all of their names that descriptive? The guard nodded with a rather large smile. Maker, you had to admit, his smile had a way of putting you at ease. Whoever had chosen the donor must have known what he was doing. No matter, he was still a cop.
“What’s… If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your name, sir?” You asked. Even though he seemed rather kind, your heart was still hammering in your ears, especially with the-you assumed loaded-blaster at his hip.
“I’m Commander Thorn. It’s nice to meet you,” he trailed off for your name and grinned brightly when you offered it, as if he hadn’t already been in the middle of filling out an unofficial file on you.
“Commander! Don’t talk with the impounded!” A very familiar, very sharp voice called from the doorway. You flinched back so hard that you banged your head across the cement wall behind you and Thorn hissed in sympathy. In between blinked away tears of pain, you could see yet another armored figure with your jacket slung over one of his arms.
“Commander Fox! You know this is just a racer! They’re fine! Been real quiet. They were even scared, I was just trying to get ‘em at ease.” Thorn laughed. There was an audible huff of annoyance from the still helmeted soldier and you shrunk further back.
“Well, they shouldn’t be too scared. Turns out the systems won’t be up for another two days.” A flash of alarm rang through your body at that. “So we’re just gonna let you off with a little warning.” The tension didn’t drain. He could be lying, cops lied all the time.The new clone, who wore different armor than most of the guard that you had seen, gave a little sigh and opened your cell door.
A little flash of hope echoed through your body. Tentatively, you unfolded your limbs, still with a slightly distrustful look.
“Come on, we don’t bite. Don’t got all night either.” Fox, you believed Thorn called him Fox, shook your jacket lightly at you from the exit. Carefully, you stood on half numb legs to inch towards the exit like a baby deer.
“Where’s my speeder?” You asked, directing the question at either clone near the exit. Fox gently handed you your jacket and waited until it was on to answer.
“It’s out front. I know it’s fast too, but don’t go racing again.” He commanded, his voice considerably softer than when he first arrived. You shoved your hands in your pockets and avoided his visor’s gaze. That wouldn’t be happening anytime soon. The thrill of flying and the payoff of winning was worth more than the risk of spending a week in that cell.
“Sure. Um, thanks, Commanders.” You nodded, movements still slightly jerky and uncoordinated. Thorn gave a little chuckle at your skittish mannerisms and escorted you to the door of the building, nodding at a couple of the brothers that you passed on your way.
He tossed you your keys on the way out with a wink. “Happy driving, Speedy. Don’t get caught anytime soon.”
You nodded and had to physically restrain yourself from blowing past the stop sign outside of the precinct.
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For the next week and a half, you desperately tried to get that horrid night out of your mind, something that your friends didn’t seem to catch on to.
Your friends at the garage you worked at seemed to find great amusement in reminding you about your night in the jail cell. Your boss had caught on and gave you the midnight shift for a bit until the heat filtered off, something you were very grateful for at the time, but now you were tired as all hell and swaying in a 24 hour caf line at three in the morning.
The bell behind you rang, announcing another customer. Assuming that it was yet another tired student, like the two in front of you, you didn’t bother to turn around and see who stumbled in.
The barista however, leaned over to see who had joined the line and visibly recoiled. Even in your tired state, you recognized this look and froze. She looked like a hutt had just slithered in through the door. Tentatively, you peeked a glance over your shoulder.
It was a clone.
His armor was like the one who gave you the jacket. Just before you turned back around to reface the menu, his eyes flicked up to meet yours and, swear to the maker above, your heart stopped. Little tingles flickered through your body as you held his gaze. Even though they were ringed with tired shades of purple, you couldn’t help but think that those were the prettiest eyes you had ever seen on anyone you had ever met.
A little flash of recognition crossed his features and you jolted, turning back around quickly before you could make it awkward. Disappointment clouded your already tired body as you turned, remorseful that you couldn’t stare into his eyes a bit more.
Your turn to order finally rolled around and you stepped forward to order your caf. Something bitter to wake you up, though your taste buds practically cried at the thought of avoiding your favorite sugary drink.
The barista glanced over your shoulder a couple of times during the transaction. “I can’t believe the owner lets them in here.” She mumbled under her breath. A little flash of rage filled you. These men were soldiers and cops, people who existed to keep you in line, but they really didn’t deserve blatant prejudice. Especially right in front of them.
“Commander!” You suddenly shouted, a little bit too loud, without any real control over your mouth. With a warm face and nervous fingers, your glanced over your shoulder again. The clone was closer. Kriff, what was his name? Fink…Fred… It was an animal, wasn’t it…Fox!
The clone cleared his voice. “Yes, Speedy? Is there a problem?” So he did remember you.
“I’m getting your drink. Go ahead and order.” You stepped to the side slightly. The barista had a poorly hidden sour look to her face as Fox stepped closer, to put in his order. Or to tell you off, you really didn’t know which.
“You don’t have to, Speedy. I can get it.” He whispered to you, breath brushing over your ears. Little butterflies fluttered up and choked your answer.
“Don’t worry about it, I want to.” You answered, barely able to feel the heat radiating off the gaps in his armor from how close he was. How hot did these guys run?
Fox nodded and put in his order, letting you pay for the total without much of a hassle. Then the two of you stepped to the side to wait for your order.
“You know I won’t let you get a “get out of jail free” card because of this, right?” Fox leaned over so he could continue to keep his voice low. His hair had hints of grey already, you noted with yet another wash of concern.
“Yep. Don’t worry, I’m not going to get caught again. This is just to make your morning a bit brighter.” You watched as his eyes softened. Your name was called at the counter and the two of you grabbed your drinks.
“Hey, Speedy.” Fox stopped you on your way out. “Thank you.” He patted your shoulder lightly and you noted with a hint of happiness that your body didn’t want to bolt out of the door at the contact. You gave him a little nod and smile before leaving once more.
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That interaction lingered about in your head for the next couple of days. It was stupid and you couldn’t stop kicking yourself for it, but that Commander has the kindest eyes you had ever seen. That must have been why he kept on his helmet during your first interaction.
He probably could benchpress you too, right? There were rumors floating around that they were like super-soldiers. Almost jedi-esque. You knew for a fact that he also had handcuffs in that kit of his. The more your mind wandered, the more you kicked yourself.
But he was broad and strong and probably had a raging caffeine addiction like you and he had very, very kind eyes.
Oh you were so done for.
So, for the next couple of mornings, you tried to visit the caf shop at the same time in hopes of seeing him again. You know you had been distracted at the garage during work for the past couple of days. Maybe if you saw him again it would put him out of your mind. Or give you the chance to do something about it.
Two mornings came and went with you getting some paperwork done in the cafe’s booths in an attempt to linger in hopes of him walking through the door. He didn’t come and your hopes wavered. It was such an early hour, maybe his shifts weren’t late like yours. The bags around his eyes begged to differ, of course, but you couldn’t help the hopeless feeling creeping up your spine.
On the third morning, however, you glanced up to the familiar sound of the caf door bell ringing, saw him, and knew that he wouldn’t not be out of your mind for any foreseeable future. The outdoor fluorescent lighting illuminated his little stray hairs, giving him an almost surreal halo and he was quick to catch your gaze and give you a little smile. Heat immediately rushed to your cheeks and you gave a little pathetic wave back.
He didn’t even bother with the line, coming over to your little booth immediately. With each foot closed between you, you could swear your heart beat twice as hard. There was no way he was coming over to you, right? You had only met twice before. By the time he paused in front of you, all you could hear was the rush of blood in your ears.
“Good morning, Speedy. You’re not grabbing a cup after a race, right?” Fox asked, the smallest, most infuriating grin on his face.
“I would never!” You pretended to be slightly offended. “I can’t believe you would assume such a thing of me! Been race-free since single-night prison, scout’s honor.” You held up three fingers as a salute as you spoke, feeling momentarily proud of yourself for not tripping over your words.
Well, these sparks in your stomach and chest were clearly not leaving anytime soon, you decided as his smile broke a bit wider. Good maker above, that was an award winning smile.
“I’m going to go order, mind if I sit with you afterwards?” Fox asked. At your little nod, he set his bucket down in the seat opposing you and went to go stand in line. You nearly melted into a puddle before the booth, trying your absolute hardest not to watch the sway of his hips, accentuated by that kama, as he left.
Your comm suddenly pinged, nearly sending you into a heart attack. Trying not to clutch at your chest, you brought your wrist up to your face to read the message. Regret filled you quickly, bringing in a dour mood. Your boss was having an emergency with a customer showing up, which spoke in itself. Customers didn’t normally make a habit of coming in during the wee hours in the morning.
Of all the damn days to come in… You gave a little sigh of regret and shouldered your bag. Glaring at your comm didn’t really make the sinking feeling in your stomach any better.
“Leaving already?” Fox slid into the booth across from you with a concerned frown on his face. That little pit in your stomach got even worse. An idea popped into your head and you made a split second decision before you could talk yourself out of it.
“Can I give you my comm?” You blurted out. Fox paused. Oh kriff. “I’m sorry, you probably don’t want to talk to me any more, but I think you’re pretty damn cute and I kinda came here for the past three days to see if I could see you again and my boss needs me now and I’m rambling, goodbye.” You turned to make a hasty retreat, fully preparing to absolutely blow out of the parking lot.
“Woah, woah. Slow down.” Fox caught your arm before you could run away. “I’d like your comm number. I think you’re adorable, but I uh. You seemed pretty scared of me when we met and I know what a lot of people here think about us.”
“Which is complete bantha shit.” You responded sharply, unaware of how loud your voice got. “I was scared, but you guys… from what I’ve seen thus far, you guys… you were very nice.” Words escaped you as his brow softened and the slightest bit of color spread across his cheeks.
“I’d like to talk to you more. I’ll only accept your comm if you take mine as well.” Fox offered his wrist, which you eagerly took to give him your contact before extending your own. His hand was warm as it gently enclosed your wrist to bring it closer to you.
You both stood for a moment, staring at each other, unable to move. A sweet smile was on his face and you were more than sure that you were mirroring him. Gently, he placed a hand on your shoulder and turned you towards the exit.
“Can I walk you to your car?” The sweet offer made your fingertips tingle and your ears heat.
“Please?” You answered weakly. You both walked out to your speeder outside, of which Fox helped you into.
“No speeding on your way back to work?” He said with yet another teasing grin. Oh, that little smile didn’t know what it was doing. You wanted to drag him forward into a kiss over the door of your speeder so badly. Pushing down the urge for later, you answered with a similar smirk.
“No promises.” You answered while shutting the door. “Talk to you later?” The early morning air was cool, heavily contrasting the heat that had flushed to your face already.
Fox nodded, waving you off. You carefully drove out of the parking lot and joined the hyperspace lanes. Upon looking down and seeing the little figure of him still watching you, a little spark of feistiness filled you and you revved your engine. With a delicious thrill, your speeder lurched forward, speeding ahead of the other speeders floating around you.
When you got back to work, you checked your comm before heading in to help your boss with that horribly timed customer. A new notification from an unknown frequency popped up. You selected it.
Caf tomorrow?
-Fox
With a little, poorly contained squeal, you responded with an affirmation that you would be there at the same time tomorrow. The prospect of caf with your commander kept you floating on air for the rest of your shift that night.
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moriarty the patriot headcannons pt. 1
| requested by anon: Can you write about all male characters in moriarty has a same look of their children and hpw many children they want? |
william x reader; louis x reader; albert x reader; sebastian x reader; fred x reader
word count: 2397
pt. 2: 221b boys
a/n: I DONT KNOW WHY I DIDNT WRITE THIS EARLIER IM SO SORRY THIS REQUEST HAS LITERALLY BEEN IN MY INBOX FOR SO LONG I AM SO SORRY I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS
william: 487 words
with his whole plan to clean the world of the filthy nobles, william never really stopped to think about having children
well, until he met you
you both were in town one day and he saw you fondly watching a child speak with her mother
“i think two children would be nice”
“i didn’t even ask”
“i know, but the look you gave that mother was telling enough”
n e ways he is a simp and he did eventually give you what you wanted
fast forward a few years, you have two children: a boy and a girl
and they look exactly like their father
like,, it lowkey pains you how much they physically take after their father
you wanted to be like “oh they have your personality, but they look just like me!”
no
granted, your son took after you in an emotional sense but your daughter was a daddy’s girl through and through
like she looks like him, she acts like him, speaks like him, she even EATS like him
ok but the men w your children
fred is a freaking sweetheart ok
like he’ll watch over the kids when no one has the time and they love him too so they’ll help out in the garden which you are SO thankful for
tbh they only like uncle albert bc he brings them lil trinkets from when he gets back from london LMAO
louis doesn’t show it, but he absolutely adores your children and makes extra snacks for them at tea time
you caught onto this at one point bc for some REASON your kids would not stop bouncing off of the walls before bed and they told you uncle louis gave them chocolate
and sebastian loves messing w your kids bc,,, sebastian
but he accidentally made your son cry ONCE and he was at the mercy of every adult in the moriarty estate including the boy’s younger sister
needless to say, he watched his actions and words around your children after that
now, william
i’m just gonna say this straight out: most of the men never really thought about having kids (save john and albert)
but when you finally had kids, william had a different outlook on life
like fr,, this man works overtime now trying to get rid of the filth that is called nobles
he doesn’t want his kids to be raised in a world where just because you have more money than another means you get to look down on them
you still instill in them those good morals ofc
he also tries to be very present in their lives since he and his brother were raised as orphans
when he was younger, he didn’t mind it all much
but now that he had this small family and a brighter future, he did everything in his power to make sure they’re happy and grow up in a cleaner and kinder world
louis: 320 words
it took you a week to get him to at LEAST humor you
“if you could, how many kids do you want?”
“none”
like, this guy is so dedicated to his brother and his cause it is a WONDER you somehow wormed your way into his heart
but you did and honestly, the brothers are actually very happy that you’re with them
william especially
louis rarely emotes but when you came into their lives, you got louis pissed at one point and everyone was like,,,, wtf?? he has emotions???
anyways, his answer is one kid LMAO
and when you get that one kid, he looks just like louis
yall already KNOW that he’s ready to die for that child as soon as louis holds him in his arms
the only kid sebastian wouldnt even try to mess with
he can deal with william’s albert’s or fred’s kids but louis lowkey intimidates him so he’s as nice as he can be
that being said, louis teaches his kid how to properly handle stuff around the house
you want to cry bc ur son is just so??? the little kid just loves helping out no matter how small the task and he’s just so cute it hurts
even sebastian’s kinda like,, “aight he’s the only kid i will tolerate”
louis grew up with only his brothers so he also wants to give his son a shot at a normal family
is actually aware at how he thinks he’s indispensable for william’s cause and he doesn’t want his son to end up like him
he also teaches his son some badass fighting moves
oh and louis smiles a lot more too
cried bc his son saw the scar he got on his cheek, rubbed some dirt on his lil face and said “i have daddy’s cool scar now”
all in all his son is the best thing to happen to all of you
albert: 505 words
same as louis in the fact that it takes him a week to answer
“you know you haven’t even answered my question”
“i’m sorry, what did you say?”
“how many kids do you want?”
genuinely takes time to ponder that question
he hadn’t thought of that since his family adopted william and louis
but with you?
“i think two darling girls who take after their mother is enough for me”
pls he’d be so sweet 🥺🥺🥺
you two end up having a girl and a boy, who look just like their father
and tbh, you’re not even mad
you love them so much so when albert comes back north, the three of you are ecstatic
the happiness was short lived for albert tho
he found his son spending time with william and there’s nothing bad right????
“where’s your sister?”
“she’s with mr. moran”
his heart DROPPED
out of all the people in the manor
HIM
he sees the two running around the garden
it all happened as soon as albert’s daughter went up to sebastian and said “you’re very pretty! you’re my knight now!”
he decided to “adopt” the little girl and now he’s lowkey whipped
you found albert staring at sebastian playing with his daughter and updated him about everything going on
“but him??”
“he’s just a big softie for her let it go”
isn’t really surprised when he finds out they can fight a little
actually glad that they can hold their own, God forbid anything happens to them
otherwise mi6 has to deal w family matters lmao
“albert, she only tripped”
“you shouldve seen the fear in her eyes as she fell”
“IT WAS A STRAY COBBLESTONE”
would raise hell if anyone even THOUGHT ill of his kids
william and louis are the doting uncles
william more so than louis bc your kids have never seen louis smile
now they’re on a mission to make uncle louis smile
louis was on child duty one day and they managed to slip away
omyGOD he was stressed but also,, extremely worried
so when he found them he had the most genuine smile on his face
your daughter was like (・∀・)
she loves uncle louis
ofc your son adores his dad like,,, who else wouldn't feel awesome at the age of 10 if you found out your dad was a high ranking general
feels superior to sebastian bc of his dad
lmao this 4’5 kid thinks he can rule sebastian for some odd reason
the house is always dirty bc him and sebastian always prank each other
your daughter is trying to catch a butterfly but she can’t so fred helps
instantly loves fred
“is that what heartbreak is”
“i guess that’s what happens when you try to get close to my kids colonel”
albert is kind of afraid of turning into his dad but he has you and everyone else to remind him that: no you are not your father, you are so much better than him
loves your family with his entire being
sebastian: 844 words
“i see you looking at those kids and the answer is none”
lmao you’ll get so pouty around him bc you want kids dammit
that and he spoils you to no end so that's why you’re pouty lol
“fine we’ll only do one kid and bc one kid is all i can tolerate”
bruh
this man gives you three in four years LMFAO
two boys a year apart and a girl in the fourth year
you wanted to smack sebastian
when the two boys grew up, it was obvious they were already taking after their father in the physical sense
it was terrifying
they genuinely look like mini sebastians and you know everyone in the manor is afraid that you two birthed satan
and the satan was your eldest one
he’s just a feral sebastian moran in a tiny body
your second son, god bless him, looked just like his father but with fred’s temperament
and see, you were fine with your sons looking like their father
it was FINE right
you prayed to God that your third child would have at least some physical resemblance to you
your daughter was birthed, she grew up
and you cried
“HOW DO THEY ALL LOOK LIKE YOU”
“i’ve got some strong genetics, baby”
you sulk for a lil bit
but you accept it anyway because you love your goddamn kids
thankfully, your second and youngest child are both soft spoken and it's only your husband and his tiny clone bringing hell to earth
smacking sebastian bc all of your children suddenly started swearing up a storm at each other
“WHYD YOU HIT ME”
“YOURE THE ONLY ONE WHO SWEARS AROUND THE KIDS”
finally sitting down and trying to convince them to stop swearing
“father does it!”
“your father’s stupid”
speaking of your daughter
she’s his little princess and no he will not take criticism
spoils her more than he spoils you
did she glance at a toy at a passing store?
he buys more toys than he should from said store
you have to physically hide some of his money bc there is only so much you can buy
and her older brothers are so caring you want to sob
if a person accidentally shoved her over bc she was tiny and they couldn’t see her
oh boy
get ready to restrain them like chihuahuas
“little sister will be protected at all costs”
since his second son is so different from him, sebastian actively makes time to talk about what the little boy is doing and what he’s getting from it
doesn’t want to be pushy and suffocating like his dad was so when his younger kid does want to be left alone to his devices, sebastian does so
but honestly loves that your second son is so literate
lddhsajdsfk what yall dont know is that they’re all in cahoots
kinda funny to see them all together bc they all take after their father so much it's like having three tiny sebastians go around town
anyways,,,, yall know the promised neverland right
you got ray, norman, and emma
granted one of them wasn’t as smart as ray but he definitely knew what stealth was
regular sibling rivalry was still a thing but if they could smell the pudding from the kitchen, they know they have to work together
sebastian caught his eldest smuggling biscuits into a small bag
he had half a mind to scold him
but then he ended up giving tips TO ALL HIS CHILDREN on how not to get caught next time—
bc of this they beg him to tell them some stories from afghanistan bc “there’s no way a man as old as dad knows this many stealth tactics”
louis is so fed up lmao
albert is in london most of the time so he just thanks the lord that he doesn’t have to deal w the propaganda that sebastian feeds his children about how “mr. albert is a bad man”
william is fine w it as long as they don’t trash the library
your younger ones love the library so they would cry at the thought of one of the books losing any of the pages
your second and your daughter are definitely the moriartys’ favorites
they don’t show it, but you just KNOW
your eldest could care less about that though
as long as you and his father still love him
and of course you both do
and fred is definitely your youngers favorite
they like to hang out in the garden
ok they still fight all the time though
just because your second child is soft spoken doesn't mean he’s afraid to throw hands
their sister likes to join in for the hell of it
but if someone wrongs any of the children
just because the younger ones are the moriartys’ favorite, doesn’t mean that they’re not gonna hunt someone down if they even think about trying to hurt the eldest too
yeah,,, good luck to them and their families
they got the entire moriarty estate coming after them
fred: 241 words
cmon yall are like,, young
but you did ask him bc you were curious if he thought about it
he wants one
and when yall do have the kid, you guys actually do have one kid and its a girl
since you both are young, you can immediately see a resemblance between her and her father
everyone who meets her would die for her
ABSOLUTE CUTIE
especially when she walks around the garden w her hand in her dad’s and he’s showing her all the plants and telling her how to take care of them
needless to say she grows up loving plants
any type of plant
the boys love giving her flowers or anything from bc she has the biggest smile every single time
no matter if it’s just a single rose or a rock
this was found out one time when sebastian gave her a rock bc everyone else had given her like,, two roses each
was afraid she was gonna cry
“thank you so much mr. moran! i will treasure this until i get old!”
she was like 4 at the time
and had the widest smile you’ve ever seen on her
guys u don’t understand she smiles a lot but this was like,, genuine happiness
but everyone was just,, i will destroy the world and myself if anything happens to her
fr it’s just sunshines and rainbows every single time she’s around
everyone just loves her ok
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leap of faith — sano manjiro x reader.
word count — 1.3k.
genre — fluff fluff fluff, i love sweet mikey.
contains — cursing, timeskip SPOILERS present, reader is gender neutral.
description — sano manjiro is in love with you, and he realizes how much he loves you at the ass crack of fuckin' dawn.
author's note — hey besties, this is my first published fic here, kinda short but mikey brain rot is heavy. i hope you enjoy this cute fic before i rip your hearts out with some angst in a few days :^) reblogs and likes are always appreciated! and please give me feedback in my inbox! hehe, enjoy.
“it’s late.”
you know. but you still wanted to hear the sound of his voice before bed.
“mm… i missed ya’, is that a crime?” your voice echos through the receiver, the sound of your duvet crinkling in the background as you shift in place. sano manjiro was a busy man. always has been, always will be. being the leader of a biker gang was never easy—let alone some “new age” criminal organization.
you didn’t understand why manjiro persisted to play this game of russian roulette with his life. but it was never your place to overstep, especially since this was his life. it was all he knew, all he understood. you’re not sure what he’s doing, or if he’s even allowed to talk on the phone at this hour, but you still wanted to hear him. just so you know he’s alive and well.
you hear him chuckle, the sound of his feet scurrying against whatever floor his sandals were clacking against. the background noise that accompanied him earlier has dissipated; you realized he probably went outside to hear you better.
“your crime is loving a fool like me way too much. don’t think you’re sane.” he’s right. you’re actually crazy for even pursuing him. there was a lot of push and shove in the beginning, both parties scared of being hurt and getting hurt. but you were always there, even when manjiro went through whatever darkness was eating at his soul.
“crazy for you.”
“corny.”
“you love me.”
a pause. eerie enough to send shivers down your spine. why wasn’t he responding? did something happen? did you smother him too much? is he regretting—
“marry me.”
… not what you were expecting. especially not over the phone.
“sano manjiro, did you just propose over the phone? what kind of shitty rom-com are we in?”
“is that a no?”
“... never said that.” you wanted to marry him. but you wanted him to put that lifestyle behind, for the sake of the family you might have in the future. kids, dogs, cats, etcetera. you wanted him to be in, one hundred percent. but you knew he was too deep into this world to run now—especially since he’s so well-known as the ‘invincible mikey.’ you still longed for a happy home with manjiro, and a normal life.
“maybe you’re right. it’s not my style to ask you this over the phone.”
“try again later. when you’re really ready.”
the gag is, he is ready.
manjiro hurries home, blond locks hidden underneath a thin, black hoodie. he’s shaking, like a pomeranian in the presence of fireworks. his hand meets the left side of his chest, back pressed up against the grey colored wall of your shared apartment as he slides down to sit on the floor. it was four in the morning, and manjiro was about to shit himself.
he gulps, eyes peering around for you, double checking that you were fast asleep before he makes a phone call. his fingers tapped the back of his iphone, impatiently waiting for the other caller to answer. though it was the crack of dawn, he still needed some moral support.
“mikey? fuck you callin’ for at this hour? haven’t heard from you in mo—”
“ken-chin. i’m proposing.”
a loud ‘flop’ rang through the receiver, accompanied by the bedsheets seemingly slipping underneath draken’s feet. it was a huge bomb to drop, especially when the duo has been separated for months on end. manjiro hears more shuffling, followed by a few curses. “you’re fucking lying. the one you’ve been one since—?”
“yeah. i’m crazy as hell. but i love them. head over heels. i’m a goddamn simp.”
“why the hell am i the first to know, man?”
“you’re m’best friend, even if i need to stay away from you. and, also… you’re not the first to know. i asked them already.”
“you WHAT? don’t fuckin’ tell me you did it some dumb way like over the pho— you did. you’re impulsive enough to do it like that, too.” regardless of how long it’s been, draken still knows and understands manjiro like nothing ever happened.
“yeah… not romantic. but i can’t see myself with anyone else. i trust no one else. but i… am…”
“scared? man, you’re the head of a criminal organization. ‘course you’re scared. you don’t want the love of your life… to get hurt…” his voice trails off and manjiro’s heart tenses even more. the memories of the past still felt fresh. all the people they lost in tokyo manji… could never be replaced. not in a million years.
but the living must live.
“i love y/n. never felt like this before. i’d quit everything. but i would have to make sure they’re safe and whatever future we have together is secure. i know i promised takemichi that i’d protect everyone and that future he worked so hard to save… but what about mine?”
manjiro really did sacrifice everything for his friends. being the type of person who carries everyone else’s burdens takes a toll on his mental. he felt selfish for wanting to leave it all behind. but maybe being selfish was beneficial once in a while.
“listen—”
“do you think i’m stupid?”
“mikey. you’re not stupid,” draken sighs, shuffling again in place. “you just want to love someone and be loved in return. nothin’ stupid about that. what is stupid though, is you proposing over the damn phone.”
he’s not wrong. it was a spur of the moment decision that could drastically change his life forever. but with you, he doesn’t care. as long as you’re his, forever.
“how do you think i should do it?”
“well. i guess, tell me some sappy shit. how do you feel about them, and whatnot.”
“i don’t think i could ever imagine me with anyone else. a lot of people have tried to grab my attention but i only have eyes for y/n. sometimes when shit gets real hard…” manjiro takes a deep sigh, fingers threading through his hair, tilting back the hood to let it fall onto his back. “i think of y/n and i remember that even in this shit world, someone is here for me. someone cares about me. they make me feel like i’m not alone anymore.
i have dreams ‘bout us, y’know? me and y/n… kids running around. a little mikey clone. pissin’ them off because we want little flags on our meals. going to the park and letting kids be kids. maybe i’ll teach ‘em at a dojo like gramps did for me and my siblings. maybe i’ll teach ‘em about bikes—with your help, of course.”
draken laughs, letting his friend continue his little speech as he gets comfortable in bed again. don’t think i’ve ever seen mikey like this, ever, draken muses.
“man, we can own a whole zoo if we wanted. chifuyu could hook us up, in secret, of course. still have to protect everyone,” manjiro is grinning from ear to ear, head resting against the wall. “i wanna grow old with them. honestly, i didn’t think i’d make it to my twenties. more so, i didn’t want to live past twenty-something. but now… things are different. wanna be old and gray. see grandkids terrorize our children. die together.”
the tension in manjiro’s chest has faded away, only left with warmth that only you could bring him. his free hand reaches into his pocket to fumble with a small box, snapping it open to reveal the engagement ring his grandfather handed down to him.
he wasn’t the marrying type. but for you, he was.
“that all? you sound good like that, man. make an exception and let us come to the wedding.”
manjiro wants that more than anything. his friends, you... all safe. all happy. but again, the fear creeps up. he doesn’t know what to do with himself if any of you get hurt.
“... how do i tell y/n that?”
“you already have.” your voice makes him jump, knocking the velvet box out of his fingers and onto the hardwood floor. his face pales, followed by a huge lump forming at his throat when he sees your figure emerge from your shared bedroom.
“i-uh… i thought you were a-asleep.” manjiro mumbles, earning a huge laugh from draken on the other side. he hears him say something along the lines of ‘my cue to leave. good luck. send me an invite.’
“i was waiting for you.”
he’s sweating now, a small bead forming at the base of his neck. his phone is now at his side, the screen flashing from draken’s caller id to the lockscreen photo of you on your first date together, a few years back. your eyes zone into the box, though.
“i was going to do this… better. god, i fucked up, huh?”
you’re laughing now, rubbing your tired eyes before you join him near the wall, picking up the box. “what makes you think that, dummy?”
now he’s confused. you wanted him to ask when he was serious, but in his head, serious meant rose petals, candles, someone singing celine dion in the distance.
without a word, you slip the ring onto its appropriate finger, holding up to the small rays of sunlight that peaked through the window from the approaching sunrise. manjiro’s hands fly up to your face, holding his whole world in his hands. his eyes are shiny, on the brink of tears. you nudge your noses together, foreheads connecting tenderly. your hands hooked onto the hem of his hoodie, bringing his frame closer as you whisper a soft ‘yes.’
“yes?”
“yes, i’ll marry you.”
manjiro’s lips curl up into the silliest grin you’ve ever seen him sport, before he presses a soft kiss to your lips. now he’s kissing you quite desperately. as if he’s trying to make sure you’re real, that this isn’t a dream. you feel his words vibrate against your lips, “gonna make you so happy, i promise. i love you. i love you so, so much.”
“forevermore.”
“forever yours.”
#tokyo revengers x reader#mikey x reader#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers imagines#mikey imagines#🌧 — cloudwrites.#bro i love mikey sm please
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Updated Asks rules!!! Please Read!
HI HELLO :D
I’m doing pretty good for my first time! I’d like to thank all of you for your wonderful comments, asks, and words of encouragement! I’ve never had this much engagement or feedback on any of my art so this being my first ask blog and having it do this well is great! I’m happy it’s doing pretty fantastic and on a slow rise.
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Hey hey! Could I get an Echo x Male reader one?! But with prompts 3 & 13 from the romance section?! But could it be more fluffy and platonic..?? Like they’re best friends and reader just wants echo to come back alive and safe?? And reader has a habit of patting echo on his head a lot after successful missions?? And stuff?? And eventually tells echo why?? Because he just wants him safe and stuff?? I’m bad at explaining sorry :(( but thank you!!
A/N: I hope this is okay!!!! I really hope its what you were looking for! Echo is an absolute angel among us. Love you👉🏻👈🏻 (The person requesting is my boyfriend and I made him an Echo simp👀)
Echo x Male!Reader
Plot: Echo gets sent on a mission disguised as a droid once again. Things don't exactly turn out the way as planned so you have to go and save your best friend.
Warnings: None! Just a little violence.
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Successful Mission.
"You do realise the risks of the mission don't you?" Echos stern voice spoke, his hands leaning against the side as his eyes stayed locked upon you. "It's a solo-mission, you've never done one before." You just rolled your eyes and lightly shoved him, he was always logical and followed the rules but this is one of the many times you had come up with a plan he doesn't necessarily agree with.
"Look it'll be fine and I know what i'm doing!" Tech passed you the holo map as you spoke, "I need to start somewhere and this is it." You gave a big smile to Echo before being passed any necessary gear by Hunter who was pretty wary of his brother right now. Tech soon took the holomap from you and re-examining it before speaking.
"Actually I think Echo's correct, there's too much resting on this mission." You instantly turned to face him and glared Practical daggers into his eyes.
"Be very careful with your next words." Echo just grinned and pushed you a little, an ongoing best friend thing between both of you. Tech gathered everybody back around the map, typing into his datapad.
"It's not that you don't have the skills because you do, but due to Echo being half droid he has a sixty-percent chance of being undetected throughout the entire duration of the mission." Tilting your head you attempted to read over Tech's shoulder at the information he was reading.
"What does being part droid have to do with the mission?" Hunter chimed in, eyes still glued on the holomap before him.
"This facility seems to be lenient to droids, so if Echo disguises as one then he will get in without fuss and retrieve the information we need." Echo just smiled at you with a smug look sprawled across his face.
"I guess that i've won then, huh?" With a light laugh he agreed to Tech's newer plan before moving away to grab the same droid disguise he had used on a previous mission. Tech had since moved to pilot the Marauder and lower us down to the correct coordinates to ensure a hidden entrance for Echo. Softly walking toward him you shared a light smile,
"You'll be safe, yeah?" He simply nodded as he closed the helmet over his face, standing and Prepping any necessities for the mission.
"I'll be fine, you know that." Pushing him gently you both shared a laugh as you walked him to the ramp, ready to say goodbye for the time being.
"Alright then, mission stealer." The ship finally landed causing the ramp to open revealing the misty planet and sand filled floors. Hunter soon appeared again, passing him a certain cdata device.
"Grab that information with the least fuss possible then get the heck out of there." He paused for a moment as the wind began to kick up resulting in the sand swirling in the air. "Remember to contact us if there are any issues, we'll be prepared to get you outta there." With a light nod he moved back and onto the sandy floor, gradually leaving your sight. The ramp soon closed and blocked out any source of light from the planet, Echo now completely on his own until he called for your help. Those were the parts of missions you dreaded, the looming thought of if he'd return or not. The stress was sometimes overbearing but it was going to be alright. He'd make it home safely just as he always does.
Echo had soon arrived, though dust coated his body, and he had made it in un-detected despite all of the storm troopers locking around. Upon arrival he was treated as terribly as the other droids under the Empire's watch but he was granted pretty quick access to the halls and rooms. Walking through the hallways he ensured he was alone before activating the previous holomap Tech had given him and viewed the room he needed to get to for the information. There were rumours that information of well wanted bounty hunters were kept here, something worth thousands of credits which was something the batch desperately needed. Sighing gently he couldn't help but mutter under his breath, he hated everything to do with the Empire so this wasn't exactly the most delightful mission he could be on. Usually he could just blast his way out, but not this time. Walking down and into the correct room, he applied his data chip into the console and began to type away everything Tech had instructed to do so. This was a simple in and out, that's all it was supposed to be.
"Ah, I didn't realize that we granted access to droids?" A voice spoke, a click of a gun causing Echo to flinch a little. "Now tell me, who might you be?" Sighing gently he pressed the final button and tried to grab the chip as sneakily as possible, turning around and putting his hands into the air.
"I'm C8-05, I was assigned to ensure systems were running correctly and make any needed repairs." He chuckled lightly, walking toward him.
"Is that so? I'm sure the admiral would love to hear this, don't you think?" Before you could say a word, the person grabbed Echo and began to push him toward the exit with the blaster trained against him. Clicking his wrist, he sent a rapid signal to the bad batch that he had been captured. This definitely wasn't turning out the way he had expected.
The signal rang through you like a blaster shot to the chest, it had gone wrong somewhere and somehow along the lines. You told him, you asked him if he could handle it but that persistent clone never gave up did he? Grabbing your blaster you turned to face the others,
"Are we all going in?" Hunter was the first to nod, grabbing his weapon and placing his helmet on him.
"Tech, stay here and guard the ship - prepare for take off at any given moment and if I say to leave then you leave." He simply nodded and ensured the systems were online and functional before allowing the rest of you to go on your way, Wrecker and Crosshair on alert behind you both. Upon arrival, you simply blasted your way through the wall of storm troopers. They could never blast with any accuracy anyway, so it wasn't really a bother. Crosshair moved forward, blasting those on higher ground until you managed to enter the hallway and rush through it with Wrecker blasting anything and anyone that stood in your way.
"What are the current coordinates of his position?" You panted whilst crouching behind the wall to avoid the rapid blaster fire. Hunter gazed at his comm device, signalling to Tech for the coordinates.
"Down the hallway, straight into the fifth cell - it's interrogation so let's move." Nodding quickly, you rushed through the hallways and straight into the correct cell, overly grateful for the batches' cover fire. When you first saw Echos face you couldn't help but smile at your best friend, thrilled to see him okay. That was until you heard a familiar click of a blaster against your head and Echos angry expression. This really wasn't going too well at all, was it? A swift blast made you flinch, but luckily it was Crosshair who had gently pushed past you after his kill equally as glad to see Echo okay.
"That was pretty awesome Cross!" Wreckers booming laugh interjected the painful and worried silence as you walked over to Echo and stood him up. Patting his head softly you couldn't help but spot his smile.
"Nice to see you too, y/n." He smiled but you only frowned back at him whilst still patting his head, a pout clearly on your face. "What?" You just shook your head and removed your hand, crossing your arms after returning your blaster against your thigh.
"I'm upset with you, you got yourself into danger. I need you here with me, what if I woke up one day and you were no longer here?" You paused to allow him to soak in your upset, "You can't keep being reckless." He just smiled gently and pulled you into a hug.
"I'm alright now, don't panic - I won't go anywhere." He laughed which made you smile and pat his head again once you pulled away.
"Why do you always pat my head?" He asked, confusion crossing his tone. Sighing softly you kept your gaze trained on Echo as you spoke,
"Well it's just nice to know you're actually here after our successful missions and knowing that you're safe. Just a habit to confirm that I suppose." He nodded, smiling at your sweet answer. Crosshair soon pushed between you both which made you lightly shove him.
"Hate to break it up but we should get moving unless you want this to be an unsuccessful mission." You just nodded and laughed at Echos' pout, trailing after the others to return to the Marauder.
Once you had returned to the attack shuttle and left the rather unpleasant planet things were a lot calmer. Your best friend, Echo, had lingered by you and had patted your head gently.
"Successful mission right?" He smiled at you which just made you laugh and nod.
"Another successful mission." You confirmed as you both proceeded to join the other batchers with the information to give back to Cid. Everything had worked out just as intended.
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Y'all 🥺🥺 I wanna thank each and everyone of you 501+ for getting me here. I made this blog on March 24th, bored out of my mind and simping for echo all because my friend wanted an echo x mom!reader fic(which I need to pick back up but oh well-) but here we are. Venturing further with more fics and tbh its helped me out a lot. I never realized how much of a creative outlet writing is! Plus I've never realized people might actually somewhat like my writing 😳 so thank you all for the love and support and I hope to carry on these adventures with you all!!
Since I woke up to 30 new followers. I am now at 566 😳 I am making it where you can request any character. Clone, mandalorian, anyone. Here is my character list so just have fun with it ✌😎 thank y'all!
So now I am here to announce that I will be taking special requests for the boys in blue and other characters 😎 here are some prompts for the guys. Just send the number and then the character you want. You can send more than one, too!
If you want a SFW to be NSFW just lemme know in the ask :)
127 prompts total below the cut
SFW Prompts:
tiny hands in big hands
lips barely touching
running their thumb over the other��s hand
hugging while twirling around fives x pregnant!nb!afab!reader
giggling while kissing
squeezing hand for comfort and encouragement
morning kisses
hiding their face in the other’s neck
desperate kisses
happily doing everything with just one hand, if it means they don’t have to let go
bear hug
kisses in the rain
welcome home kisses
holding hands across the table
‘picking them up’ hugs
hushed conversation in-between kisses
nose kisses
frustrated kisses
not wanting to lose each other in a big crowd
cuddle pile
first kisses
wake-up kisses
hugging with height-difference
tummy kisses
comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together
kisses as a promise
touching foreheads
spooning at night
feeling for each other in the dark
Secret kisses
a hug after not seeing someone for a long time
giggly cuddles
squishing their cheeks
an incredibly loud and painful high-five
accidentally knocking your head into someone’s chin
tugging on the bottom of someone’s shirt
kissing someone’s cuts/bruises/scratches
“You look beautiful/handsome in the moonlight.”
“I’m in love with you.”
“How about a kiss?”
"They've been gone for ten years! Ten years! They're not coming back!"
“Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”
“Can we stay like this forever?”
“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?”
“Please just kiss me already.”
“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”
“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”
“All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”
“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”
“You always duck away when you smile.”
“Do you like it?”
“Like I expected, you’re much comfier than my pillow.”
“Piggy back ride?”
“I heard you weren’t having that great of a day... These are your favorite candies, right?”
“Quit poking my sides; you know I’m ticklish!”
“If you need my shoulder, or my hand, or a hug-”
“You look good in it.”
“I’m not jealous, I’m just practicing my pout.”
“You make me cliche, but I love it I guess.”
“Since it’s you, I’m gonna let it go.”
“I’d let you if you asked.”
“My only regret is not telling you I loved you sooner.”
“Give me a minute, I’m going to tickle the shit out of you.”
“I got the biggest blanket for us to share.”
“My bunny slippers are too cool for you.” Rex x Reader
“You’re my designated cuddle-buddy tonight so stay close.”
“It’s hand holding season.”
Person A always has to help Person B unload the washing machine because Person B is not tall enough to reach down into it
Person A is cooking breakfast and sets off the smoke alarm waking up Person B who was still asleep
Person A bringing home a pet without asking Person B
Person A and Person B stealing / borrowing each other’s clothes
Person A and Person B having deep conversations together on the patio / balcony at 3 a.m.
Person A comforting Person B, who is afraid of storms, during a massive thunderstorm
Person A forgetting their keys and banging on the door until Person B finally hears them and lets them into the house
Person A mistakenly opening a package that came in the mail for Person B and it turns out that it was a gift that Person B was planning to give to Person A
Person A having a broken leg and Person B has to carry them up and down the stairs to their bedroom every night/morning
You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.”
“where have you been all my life?” “hiding from you”
“Never trust a man whose smile steals the breath right from your lungs.”
“Maybe you should leave the cooking to me.”
“Sorry, is that supposed to impress me?”
“I’d punch you, but that’d ruin that pretty little face of yours.”
“So it's a date?” “nope. not a date”
“It's because I'm so attractive isn’t it?” “I say this. and I cannot stress this enough. I find you completely repulsive.”
“shut up with all that soulmate shit”
“alright daddy long legs, next joke please”
"Think I could steal a kiss?"
“It’s you, it always has been.”
“This reminded me of you.”
“Can I stay here tonight?”
“Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.”
“You’re safe now, I’m here.”
“I like your shoes.” "my what?" "I can't flirt, sorry." Echo x Reader
“Can we make cake? I like cake.”
“My hand was made to fit into yours. That’s all there is to it.”
“You just dropped love into my heart and that’s all I needed.”
“I’ve never enjoyed anything more than a hug from you.”
Specifically NSFW:
98. “ What's the kinkiest thing you have ever done ?”
99. “ How many have you slept with ?”
100. “ What's your dirtiest fantasy ?”
101. “ Do you regret letting me close ?”
102. “Be good for me baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.”
103. “I want to mark you in front of everyone.”
104. “Baby, I asked you a question. If you know what’s good for you, you better answer me.”
105. "You'd better be quiet if you don't want to get caught."
106. "Are you sure that's what you want? I could really hurt you."
107. "If you're going to act like a little brat then I'm going to treat you like a little brat."
108. "Look, I'm not into choking but I wouldn't mind if you grabbed me by the neck every once in a while."
109. "Look at you, I've only started using my fingers and you're already shaking."
110. "I can't wait to be on my knees for you later."
111. "If you keep making those sounds I'm not going to be able to stop myself."
112. "Take it off. Slowly."
113. "I guess I'll just get off all by myself."
114. "Yes! I mean yes, Sir!"
115. "When we get home I'm cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore."
116. "Wanna see what I'm wearing underneath all this?" Jesse x gn!reader(doesn't actually get smutty, I got lazy, sorry 👊😔)
117. "I can't wait to put bruises all over that pretty skin."
118. "You look so good on your knees like that."
119. "Is that a tattoo?"
120. "These walls are pretty thick, which means you and I can be as loud as we want."
121. "Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don't we see how many times I can make you cum right now."
122. "Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you."
123. "Do you know how beautiful you are? It's truly distracting."
124. "If you don't change out of those shorts and into some pants I'll have them around your ankles by lunch time."
125. "Open your mouth."
126. "If you leave the house wearing that then the second you get back home I'm going to bend you over that bed."
127. "Mmm, good morning to you too."
#the 501st#star wars#arc trooper fives#thank you#the clone wars#clone x reader#captain rex x reader#rex x reader#commander rex#captain rex#arc trooper fives x reader#fives x reader#arc trooper echo x reader#echo x reader#clone wars echo#arc trooper echo#clone trooper echo#clone trooper tup x reader#tup x reader#clone trooper dogma#dogma x reader#arc trooper jesse#arc trooper jesse x reader#jesse x reader#clone trooper jesse#hardcase#hardcase x reader#clone trooper hardcase#medic kix x reader#kix x reader
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Season 2 Ezra with a S/O who is super forgetful? (I’m an Ezra simp so get ready for many asks)
Relics - Ezra Bridger x reader
Requested: yes!
Warnings: preprare for some strong feels if you catch the reference! It came to me in a dream and now you all have to deal with it. You're welcome.
A/N: It's no problem at all, please, fill my asks with as many ideas you want! Sorry this took so long as well, i wanted it to turn out really good but my teachers had other ideas. Hope you like it?
Pronouns of reader: she/her
*ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE! I make mistakes just like everybody else 😉*
-"And you did all of that just for one meiloorun?" - You look back at Ezra, guiding him through the packed streets of the open market in a strange planet Hera had landed to refuel, and he gave you a smile. Your question was very serious, though: there was no way that was really the origin story of the 'Commander meiloorun' inside joke he and Zeb shared.
-"Funny enough, that's exactly what that trooper asked" - you snort at his reply and stop at the front of a busy stand of off-world fruits, grocery list in hand and bag of credits at your side.
-"welp, hopefully this time we can find some that are actually avaliable for buying"
Their selection was truly impressive. Not just the stand, but the market as a whole: jewelry, souvenirs, toys, books and foods all found themselves mixed and admired by people who had to yell louder than their neighbour to sell something today.
Ezra continued with his story, examining the apples as you'd instructed him, but you only paid half-attention this time: something had caught your eye, and you couldn't believe how lucky you were that no one had found it sooner.
A genuine DC-17 hand blaster was sitting beautifully two stalls to the right of you. For the looks of it, it was genuine, at least. The sign also advertised it as such, so it was truly a wonder no one with the minimum of firearms knowledge had grabbed it before.
Ezra said something that vaguely sounded like a question beside you, and you nodded, absent-minded. He then handed his shopping bag to you - probably to be able to bend over the table and get a few kiwis from the back - but you didn't turn to him.
-"I'm going over there, take a look at something real quick" - you announced, but didn't wait for an answer before navigating the sea of people to meet the woman selling the blaster.
Firearms weren't reallly the only thing she was selling, you noticed. There were holo-shields, vibro-blades, shoulder paudrons, darts and- was that a kama?
-"It's a nice arsenal you've got here" - you strap Ezra's bag to your shoulder and carefully take the folded fabric to analyze its flexible leather. It was lacking a utility belt to secure it, but seemed to be in very good conditions for something that old; you notice how the style didn't match with any of the ones you'd seen mandalorians wear, much less one of the native fighters from Rotas V. Which means it must have been worn by a clone trooper of the old republic back in the Clone War.
-"It's a keen eye you've got" - the lady retorts, setting down her datapad -"but that's not a skirt, you know that, right?"
She looks amused, almost like she's testing to see if you know the real value of the things offered here. You've got to hand it to her, everything seemed legit; wich only makes you question even more how did she get those things in the first place. She stares at you for a few seconds and briefly reaches for something from below the small counter, placing it on top of a pile of restraining bolts.
It's a dark grey and blue kama, the same size as the one you're holding, though it seems like it has seen better days. The pattern's more detailed in this one: diagonal lines that meet in the middle, forming an arrow-like shape framed by a black seam. The colour reminded you of a worn-out shade of blue similar to the one Captain Rex uses to paint the last pieces of his armour - and you wonder if it's just a sad coincidence or probably the last remainings of a fellow soldier from the 501st.
-"Straight from Coruscant, my great-uncle got a hold of it few days before the Empire became... well, the Empire" - her tone was something you'd been told to avoid using in public when speaking of the Empire. Perhaps it was that courage that had gotten your full attention in the end. Was she with the rebellion in some way as well?
-"Hasn't been worn ever since it was stripped from a dead clone's body" - she continues, checking you up and down - "and maybe it's a bit more your style".
-"Looks decent enough" - you comment and she nods her head in aknowldedgement - "but it does raise the question: how and why are you selling these things... here?"
-"Well, for starters, it's harder to get caught out here. Some of these aren’t exactly... legitimate purchases, as one would say.” - you raise an eyebrow and she chuckles - “this is a legitimate business, I swear. It’s just that my family’s been having difficulties and we're having to sell some relics.”
You can see she's telling the truth as she takes back the kama you'd first grabbed to the side, folding it again. You reach for a different credit pouch out of your pocket: your personal credits.
-"I see. Well, I do need a new blaster, and this one looks like the best i've ever seen in months. Despite the clogged barrel, of course."
-"shall we start negociating a price, then?" - she takes the datapad back and types a few numbers. Before you can say anything, however, you turn back to see Ezra rushing towards you looking desperate.
-"Oh, thank the Force, there you are!" - he brushes the long hair out of his forehead, not sparing a glance to the lady behind the counter -"you just walked off! I didn't know where you were!
Faced with a confused expression from the both of you, he scowls
-"I was at the bathroom! You didn't hear me telling you to wait for me?"
You look at him, suddenly tuning back to reality. All of those relics seemed to have filled you with a melancholic sadness you didn't know, but you managed to snap out of it the moment Ezra came back.
-"Can't believe you forgot me just because of this old junk" - he grumbles, a bit offended. You take his hand into your own.
-"I didn't forget you, Ezra, I swear. I was just distracted for a moment, that's all" - you reassure him, placing some credits on the tray where the lady collected them.
-“I'll be taking this, please” - you take the purse back off of your shoulders and hand it back to Ezra - “you can start taking this back to the ship. I think the list is over, I'll just be taking this and go."
-"wait, Hera didn't tell you to buy this, did she?"
-"It's a personal purchase, with my personal credits. I think I'm allowed that much, right?" - you give him the money bag again, and he shoves in his jacket.
-"Well, can you at least get me something as compensation for forgetting all about me back there?" - you scoff and let go of his hand to slap him on the shoulder
-"Just go along Bridger. I'll be there in a minute"
You turn back to the vendor, who's placing the pistol in a bag with the holster that came along in a slightly larger bag ithan necessary. You also notice the shape of the folded kama peaking though it.
-"Wait, wait! I didn't buy that, I don't have enough credits for that!"
-"Just... consider it a gift" - she smiles and winks - "this specific piece here doesn't really fit anyone's style, anyway. It's better off with you, trust me."
Before you can mutter any type of 'thanks', Ezra calls for you again, making sure you didn't forget your own head back there. You run off to him without looking back, ready to smack him Zeb-style before taking his hand again, reminding him gently he'd never have to worry about being abandoned by you.
#ezra bridger fic#ezra bridger x y/n#ezra bridger x reader#ezra bridger imagine#ezra bridger#sw rebels
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Bliss Beneath Waves | Kit Fisto x Reader
Here is the fic based off this request. Sorry it took so long, anon 🥺 I loved the idea that this inspired! You can either think of it as before the Clone Wars or if they never happened, since it's peaceful and cute. 🥰 Also, I just started reading The Cestus Deception and have been simping extra hard over Kit recently 😍😍 enjoy!!
Word count: 1.9k
Warnings: fluff, one NSFW scene, fingering, cuddling, adorable themes, more fluff, Kit is such a sweetheart and I love him
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The planet was gorgeous at night. It’s moon was closer to it than on Coruscant and provided more light, bathing everything in a soft blue glow. The surface of the planet was mostly water with islands of every size scattered about here and there. The only noise was that of the gentle waves lapping at the shore and songbirds whistling their lullabies for all to hear. It was so peaceful, even if you were sitting by yourself on a boulder at the edge of the water, not currently joined with your partner just yet.
You closed your eyes and breathed in the fresh air. Glee Anselm was one of the favorite planets you’d ever visited and it wasn’t just because the locals were nice and the scenery was beautiful. It held a special place in your heart. You smiled thinking of all the reasons why it did.
One of those reasons was currently walking towards the rocks where you were sitting. You could faintly hear the shuffling of the sand as it sunk under his boots, your smile widened. You knew he was looking at you. You heard what sounded like clothes rustling together before small grunts as he clambered onto your rock, sitting down beside you. “Evening, my love,” he greeted. You turned your head, still smiling, and was treated to the sight of Kit, looking just as happy as you. “How did your mission go?” You asked.
“It went great,” he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “I didn’t expect it to go so well. The Senator even invited me to dinner afterwards, hence why I was so late. You remember meeting her, don’t you?” You nodded, resting your head on his chest. “I remember. I’m shocked you two are still good friends despite the idea that politicians and Jedi don’t mix.” He chuckled. “She and I have been friends for years, our political ideals and lifestyles don’t get in the way of that.”
You had initially been a bit jealous when you first met the Senator of Kit’s home planet. He seemed very fond of her, and her of him. Kit had sensed your emotions and explained that Senator Kadis and himself had been good friends when they were growing up. When he became a Jedi he took attachment very seriously and purposely forgot about her, but as he grew older and more comfortable with his life, his interpretations of the code had loosened and that had been when he met you. His relationship with you was stronger than anything and nothing could tear him away from you.
You both sat in silence for a few minutes until Kit noticed your attire. “Where did you get this dress?” He asked, thumbing the material. You had almost forgotten that you were wearing such a nice outfit. “I had a formal dinner meeting to attend, I came here right after,” you explained. “I don’t mean to sound dull, sweet thing, but your business dealings sound more boring than anything the Senate has to offer,” he commented. You laughed. “They are for the most part,” you agreed, “but I love investing in promising people and helping their ideas make it big.”
Kit smiled and returned his attention to your dress. It wasn’t anything too fancy. It had been a warm Coruscant summer day and you wanted something that would keep you from overheating. It was a light yellow flowy, strapless dress that came down to your knees. A white ribbon with a small bow acted as a belt around your middle, and also kept the chiffon fabric from getting out of control. “Where did you get it?” He inquired. “Just a small store I found, it was the cheapest formal looking thing I could find,” you answered. He hummed, “you look stunning in it.” You smiled, a small blush dusting your cheeks and ears. “Thank you, baby.”
Kit decided it was that time in the day to relax and promptly whisked off his shirt, leaving him in just a loose pair of knee-length, brown pants. “Would you like to join me for a swim, darling?” He asked, slipping off the boulder and into the water. “I’ll think about it,” you said. You swung your legs off the rock, letting your feet dip into the water as you watched Kit walk into deeper water and dive under. You hadn’t known much about Nautolans when you first met Kit four years ago. You remember how sheepish you felt after you got worried when he had been underwater for ten minutes without surfacing, only to have someone tell you that his species was mostly aquatic and had gills to breathe underwater.
Kit resurfaced near you and swam over, running his hands up and down your legs, coating them in a sheen of warm water. “Are you sure you don’t want to join me?” He wondered. “I’m fine right here, for now,” you replied. Kit planted a few kisses to your calf before smirking to himself and looking up at you with an innocent stare. “How much did you say you paid for this dress?” You looked down at him, curious as to why he was asking. “Not much, why?” Kit moved his hands farther up your legs. “Do you like it a lot?” You shrugged, “I mean it’s alright, it’s not my favorite thing I’ve ever purchased. Why are you-”
“So you wouldn’t mind if it got a little ruined, would you?” Kit asked with a devious smirk. You were confused until his grip on your legs tightened, by the time you realized what was happening, it was too late to stop it. “No, no, no, Kit!” You shouted in shock as he pulled on your legs, dragging you off the rock and into the water. He caught you in his arms before you completely submerged, laughing at the annoyed expression on your face. “What? You said it wasn’t your favorite,” he joked, his smile so big and genuine that you had a hard time finding it in you to be mad at him. At least the water was warm.
“You’re lucky I love you,” you joked along with. Your arms linked around the back of his neck bringing you closer together. Kit cupped your cheek and brought your lips to his. The kiss started slow, but it quickly escalated into heated passion and want. One of Kit’s hands wandered down to the hem of your dress, running his hand up your thigh and pushing the wet fabric up. You broke away with a small gasp. “Kit…” you breathed. “Shh, I know, we don’t have much time,” he said, “but I’ve finally got some alone time with my wife, there is no way I’m going to spend it without pleasuring you in some way..”
You whined and wrapped one of your legs around his waist, opening them just enough for Kit to rest his hand on your barely covered sex. “You’re warm down here,” he observed, sending you a lust filled glance. “Well, my husband did just promise to finger-fuck me within an inch of my life so I don’t know what you expect, you handsome devil,” you replied cheekily. Kit chuckled, the sound a low and enticing rumble. “Then finger-fuck you within an inch of your life I shall do,” he settled. In a few quick movements Kit pushed the offending fabric of your thong aside and ran two fingers firmly along your slit.
You gasped and gripped onto his shoulders, grinding down onto his long digits. Kit attached his lips to your neck and gently nibbled, he didn’t want to leave marks knowing where you both would be heading after this. He teased your entrance before sinking two fingers deep into your needy cunt. “Kit..” you moaned out, running your hands through his head tendrils softly. He groaned in response, working his way down to lick the skin of your collarbone. His fingers sped up, your slickness combined with the water meant little to no resistance for his fingers. Your breathing was shallow and you squealed when he hit your hidden pleasure point. He hummed, now nibbling on your earlobe. “You going to cum on my fingers, sweet one?” His thumb found your clit and he rubbed firm circles on it. You only nodded, not able to produce words.
His fingers were thrusting in and out at a blinding pace now, he curled his fingers up sharp and hard, sending you over the edge. You wailed as your orgasm washed over you, Kit removed his fingers when it got too much for you. He gently pulled your panties back in place and watched as you came down from bliss. You sighed happily, continuing to run your hands over and through his head tentacles, it helped you both relax. When Kit was calm he gave off a calming aura that you latched onto, bringing yourself into the same headspace. He nuzzled into your touch as one hand moved to his back and you pulled him in for a tight hug. You massaged his back, working out any tension in his muscles, the water providing an extra relaxing effect.
After a while of calming down and spending time loving in silence, you both decided it was time to get moving. You both exited the water and dried off the best you could, heading to a familiar side of town once you were both presentable. “I hope your mother won’t be angry that we’re fifteen minutes late,” you wondered aloud. You and Kit stopped at a simple, cozy looking house at the end of the road, where Kit began pushing in the code for the front door. “I’m sure she won’t mind, you know she loves the kids,” he assured.
The door opened and you both stepped inside, not seeing anyone at first. You weren’t standing for very long until you heard the thundering of footsteps coming your way, the two young boys rounded the corner, barreling towards you and Kit. “Aiden! Mika! We missed you,” Kit said, kneeling on the floor as his son ran to him at full speed. “Mommy, dada! You’re back!” They both shouted. Mika ran to you and you grabbed under his arms, lifting the youngster into your arms and balancing him on your hip. Aiden ran straight into his father’s arms and Kit scooped him up and spun him around. Kit’s mother rounded the corner shortly after with a smile on her face. “You two came back just in time, they were starting to get restless,” she said.
“Thank you again for watching them.” You said, planting a kiss to Mika’s forehead and smoothing your hands over his tiny head tentacles that were just starting to grow out. “Daddy, can we go home now, I’m getting tired,” Aiden voiced with a yawn. “Of course, little man,” Kit answered, “say goodbye to your grandmother now.” Both boys waved and said numerous goodbyes as you and Kit carried them out of the house. Your ship was parked a short distance away and by the time you reached it Mika had fallen asleep in your arms and Aiden could barely keep his eyes open. You got to the ship and set both boys down in their on-board bunks, kissing them goodnight before you and Kit joined each other in the cockpit.
You pecked a kiss to his cheek as he punched in the coordinates for Coruscant. “I love you, Kit,” you said. He smiled and planted a kiss on your cheek as well. “I love you too, darling. Now strap in, it’ll be awhile before we reach home.”
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sukirichi’s 2.4k milestone event
weee another milestone and nooo i couldn’t wait for 2.5k because i’m so excited and happy, thank you so much! ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ including HAIKYUU this time around yeeeee! also i don’t have a restaurant aesthetic anymore, just kind of goofing around now! REQUESTS ARE OPEN.
before you request...
please read about my writings first! it will include the stuff i write and don’t write about. i’m more flexible in nsfw works, so if you really want to try for a kink, just send me in and if the idea is up to my liking, we’ll see how it goes!
please be patient and nice! if i don’t like the tone of your request or if you’re ‘demanding’ me, aka, “hey, write this for me, this concept...” your ask will immediately be deleted!
no requesting of the same idea to other writers please!
please keep in mind i don’t do too much canon-heavy plots, aka really specific canon events and how they lead up to one another. i don’t read the manga for both jjk and haikyuu ʕっ• ᴥ • ʔっ
I do not do headcanons anymore. I’m not good at them LMAO.
i feel a lot more laid back in my writings now, so i’ll only be taking requests that i want to write for! the accepted requests will be listed down below as i organize them
you may refer to my first milestone event if you want more ideas for AU requests! you no longer need to include the numbers/spices/ingredients format used in that. just send whatever idea you want ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ
I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU. whichever idea i love the MOST will be turned into a series just because I want to try new things hehe!
— characters i can write anything for (nsfw & sfw)
: gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji, choso, ryoumen sukuna, nanami kento
: suna rintarou, kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, miya twins, kita shinsuke, oikawa tooru, ushijima wakatoshi, bokuto koutarou, akaashi keiji, tetsuro kuroo
— characters i can only write sfw for
: itadori yuuji, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuuta
: kenma kozume
— characters i’m MOST eager to write simp for
: fushiguro megumi, choso, naoya zenin, ryoumen sukuna, gojo satoru
: suna rintarou, kageyama tobio, kita shinsuke, oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji
accepted requests: (only accepting the ones that interest me for now!)
favorites marked as ⭐
RYOUMEN SUKUNA: hello love!! i know it LITERALLY just came out but would you consider a pt 2 or a drabble for sweet lies? where megumi either catches her and sukuna or she genuinely starts moving on uasdfghj i'm convinced that megumi heard her fucking sukuna in the bathroom <3 anyways pls feel free to ignore me too
RYOUMEN SUKUNA: Ma’am , i beg of u ,,, spare husband! sukuna x wife! reader drabble. I just read your arranged marriage AU and lordddd i’m obsessed. How long did it take for him to take her virginity 😳? i’m so curious as to how that went down read here: black magic [02]
⭐⭐ RYOUMEN SUKUNA: Yooooo how about Rockstar Sukuna seducing his manager ehehehehe~
⭐ RYOUMEN SUKUNA: Ok but... pirate captain Sukuna 👀👀👀 I’m havin some Thots ngl 🥵🤤 I can’t decide whether reader should be the first mate and they’re a kickass Power Couple 💪😎or if she should be a stowaway who gets found out and has to pay for her passage with her body 😩😉
OKKOTSU YUTA: We both be weak for yuuta and toge😩 congrats 2.4k btw. so i'll request that for the event! poly!yuuta and toge. i see that you only write sfw for them so fluff. u can think of anything you want for it..and yes we simp for both of them i love them sm🤧
⭐ OKKOTSU YUTA: Hi saw that your request are open and congrats for the 2.4k !! 🎊 if possible can i please request yuuta having a girlfriend that's his childhood friend? (So like instead of rika it's y/n and she doesn't die) that loves to dote on him cause that boy needs some love. Thank you!! <3 | kiss me more
⭐ OKKOTSU YUTA: Hi can i request a scenario in which inumaki and okkotsu gets hit with a curse(?) That makes them a clone but the clone is a kid and seeing their gf taking care of the baby please thank youuu
INUMAKI TOGE: Toge's S/O being so sad that even when he says "smile" it doesn't work( also saw that in TikTok)
⭐ INUMAKI TOGE: Hi can i request a scenario in which inumaki and okkotsu gets hit with a curse(?) That makes them a clone but the clone is a kid and seeing their gf taking care of the baby please thank youuu
INUMAKI TOGE: We both be weak for yuuta and toge😩 congrats 2.4k btw. so i'll request that for the event! poly!yuuta and toge. i see that you only write sfw for them so fluff. u can think of anything you want for it..and yes we simp for both of them i love them sm🤧
⭐ INUMAKI TOGE: Hi! Congrats on 2.4k!!🤩 For the event, may I request an au where reader is Yuuta's sister? Can be gn/fem reader anything is fine. And they fall in love with Toge? Fluff fluff fluff please🥺Maybe they meet one day when she went to visit the school? Or she's a new sorcerer. Aahhhh I can't think of anything so I'll leave it up to your wonderful mind😌 Thank you! And again congrats! | crush
INUMAKI TOGE: SUKI OMG SIREN AU WITH TOGE AND DEAF READERHis voice hypnotizes all who hear it but she’s unaffected and he’s shook lmao 😂 She teaches him human sign language so they can communicate 🥺 maybe when he realizes he likes her he brings her seashells and other shiny things from the sea floor and it’s so cute 🥰 just 🥺🥺 siren Toge 🥺🥺🥺 (DEBATING)
GOJO SATORU: Hello dear Suki! 🤗 congrats on your more than deserved milestone 👏🏼🥳 I know it’s not the restaurant aesthetic anymore but still, thank you for being a Michelin-star chef spoiling the fandom with your food 🤤👀 I’d love to request the following: ingredient 66 with sugar 8 & 9 and Gojou as cherry on top 🥰 some heavy angst with a happy / smutty ending. additional 🍪 for inspiration - „Best friends don’t look at each other the way you look at her. You never know what will happen, tomorrow might be too late“. Have a lovely day dear 💕
GOJO SATORU: Congrats on 2.4K!!!! May I please request a fic where the reader has like. Zero reaction to Gojo? And he’s kinda shook bc people either adore him or hate him, but here’s reader acting like he’s just a normal dude. And he starts falling for her bc he’s never experienced that before
⭐ GOJO SATORU: a reader that likes Gojo but immediately says N O P E bc they clock that he’s at risk of breaking their heart so they just try to avoid getting close to him despite being a teacher stuck with him a lot of the time. And Gojo is just like ??? But I like you??? Why are you always avoiding me? “I’m tired of you acting like I can’t commit to something. Committing to you is easy.”
⭐ GOJO SATORU: ♡Soft nsfw scenario with s/o and gojo while outside is snowing read here: cold
⭐ GOJO SATORU: Ohoho~ another milestone! Congrats~Can I get Vampire!Satoru x Monster Hunter!Reader where he “proves” to her that all of his victims came willingly(I think from the AU choice you’ll know exactly who I am lol 😉)
⭐ GOJO SATORU: hello! first and foremost, congratulations on reaching 2.4k! i love your writing and its just oh my goodness <3 your stories made my heart squeezed! second of all, i'd like to propose a request for a story. fluff/angst (up to you! your way of writing is just superb) mixed with nsfw gojo satoru. a modern business tycoon au where he just lost his wife and is overprotective of his 1 year old toddler. you're his new staff in the office and is treated badly bcs you know, new staff. one day, you stumbled upon your boss and his baby in a shop, who wont stop crying and he took an interest in you when you managed to calm his kid down. he hired you as his babysitter + made you move into his estate. from there, your life changed! also, thank you for accompanying my days with your stories, it's marvelous! 💕
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE: okay i thought you might like this idea for the event (or maybe not lol) - naoya coming home to his beloved little housewife and feels like giving her a treat for being such a good girl.,,.,, read: man's gonna re-arrange your guts and have some soft moments with you after (not that he would ever admit that shsghshsj) ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ | good girl
NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE: Stage magician Naoya and his cute little assistant, where every other trick works to undress or strategically rip her outfit so he can show off his little bunny to the crowd before fucking her brainless backstage
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE: listen ,,,,, ur naoya hate fic goes crazy stupid may i add something. naoya being overprotective like reader is so pretty and many of the clan men look at them a lottttt and naoya out of nowhere will kiss you in front of them or will grab them in front the maids and workers. then reader becomes mad and they get into an argument and then hate fuck :D lmaoo  (THIS REQUEST PLEASEEEE SEND ME TO HEAVEN) ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE: Omg Suki! Congrats on the 2.4k! So uhmm I decided to take a break from the Kita/Naoya twin au angst 👉👈 idk if you are still accepting requests but HAS ANYONE EVER MENTIONED OR HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED SUGAR DADDY NAOYA????? 🥺 -🌸
FUSHIGURO MEGUMI: Megumi being insecure about his eyes because they are a very light green colour( like in manga) so he wears blue contacts( I saw that on TikTok and... big brain energy)
⭐ FUSHIGURO MEGUMI: SUKI, HI! First of all, congrats on 2.4K you absolutely deserve every single milestone coming your way 💞💞If it’s not too much to ask may I request a one-shot with megumi where he’s jealous that his fem!crush is spending more time with Itadori and sees how she enjoys his company a lot but it’s purely platonic? Reader likes megumi too and they both need that push in the right direction?Thanks so much if you decide to write this 🥺💖 I seriously love your writing and your big brain sm
CHOSO: Could you write something with Choso and the reader that has a toxic mother (if that actually exists. She controls everything the reader does, and plays with her mind/ feelings making her feel like she's the bad one)?But after a fight with the mom, the reader has enough and just leaves deciding they will finally do what they want, ending up at a tattoo shop, where Choso is the tattoo artist.Ngl, i'd like this to be nsfw because i am thirsting for this man ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)Don't really have kink preferences but if you could include size and breeding kink then i'd be hella thankful ☺
GETOU SUGURU: Yo how about a Victorian AU with Gentleman Thief!Getou and Debutante!Reader nsfw 👀👀 maybe she hears something in the dark and goes to investigate and gets pressed to the wall with a knife at her throat 👀🥵
FUSHIGURO TOJI: can we get a part two of the "lessons learned" toji fic 👉🏽👈🏽 maybe him fucking and overstimulating her so hard she cries and begs for mercy but no mercy will be given. maybe he uses the same handcuffs she used for him on her 🥰 maybe some manhandling cause im a hoe for letting a man throw me around
⭐ KAGEYAMA TOBIO (fckin finally): kageyama tobio x reader fic for mutual virginity loss? maybe they just haven’t had time with him being a fancy schmancy volleyball player, maybe there’s just nerves, i don’t know! i’ll leave it up to u babe <3
⭐ SUNA RINTARO: hi!! congrats on the 2.4k HEHE just wanted to request a suna and tattoo/flower shop au? idk just the thought of tattooed suna is like. mm yes
⭐ SUNA RINTARO/AKAASHI KEIJI: hi suki!! i’m so excited for your event! so i rarely ever see someone else who loves both akaashi and suna so i was wondering if you could write something for them! maybe apocalypse au?? or roommate au?? i was thinking y/n could have a relationship/be fuck buddies with one of them and some smutty exhibitionism happens with the other watching, and then some pining that ends in a threesome if you write those! if not, then just a smutty n filthy little love triangle that you can choose an ending for lol (a happy one would be nice bc my heart can only handle so much angst, but really it’s up to you and what inspires you!!) tysm for doing this event and always working so hard <3
⭐ OIKAWA TOORU: hi i love your writing!! can i please request work au (boss oikawa x secretary fem reader?) with degradation and him fucking your in the window 😭💗💗
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under the stars
pairing: obi-wan kenobi x female reader
word count: 781
warnings: master/padawan relationship (post order 66), mentions of order 66, mentions of death, teasing, banter, age gap, flirting, allusions to sex, nc-17
a/n: my requests are not open but this was something that has been sitting in my drafts for a while! with school and work getting in the way, my writer’s block has been in full effect lately. although it’s not as steamy, i still hope that you guys enjoy this one! :))
prompt: “if requests are still open can i have a smut where reader was obi wans padawan but oRdEr 66 happened >:( and they’ve lived with each other for a few years and they confess and some steamy things go down hehe”
“obi-wan, do you think they’re up there?”
his brow furrows, his lips pursing ever so slightly.
“whatever do you mean, little one?”
“you know,” you suck in a sharp breath, the notes in your tone laced with a wistfulness, an almost youngling-like curiosity, “do you think our fellow jedi are among the stars, watching over us?”
his gaze flickers upwards, towards the blanket of navy stretching across the tatooine night. stars gleam, twinkling from miles and miles away. his lips tug in the corners, curling into a meek smile.
“perhaps.”
“perhaps?” you echo, exhaling, “obi-wan, we both know that there are no ‘perhaps.’ there is, or there isn’t. there are, or there aren’t. we no longer live in world of ‘perhaps.’“
“since when did you dabble into the philosophies of life?” a hearty chuckle rings through the air, “well, if you’re so eager to acquire my answer, then yes. i tend to wonder if they’re up there, keeping watch over us.”
“do you think they’re protecting us?”
the jedi shakes his head, swiftly cutting in, “we must rely on the force to do that.”
“obi-wan,” you murmur, gathering grains of sand between your fingers, “how long has it been?”
he tilts his head, eyes hardening, “have you always been such a chatterbox? what is with all of the inquiries tonight?”
“i am your padawan you know,” a giggle bubbles up in your throat, “surely you know by now that--”
“were.” his harsh tone sends a shiver down your spine, stopping you in your tracks, “you were my padawan.”
your eyes drift upwards, locking with obi-wan’s.
he is no longer the courageous, crafty jedi master you once knew.
he is worn and weary, wrinkles etched across his features, scouring his forehead and the corners of his eyes. the once shiny auburn hair is now peppered with strands of silver, gleaming in the moonlight. once regal robes have been discarded for a life of practicality, drab tones of beige and mocha to conceal the life he once lived.
yet, as you sit beside him, basking in the moonlight, swathed by stars, you notice how you are just like him.
someone who was forced to abandon their entire life, everything they once knew, seeking out safety in exile.
it was a lonely life. one of solitude and normalcy.
but you didn’t want to live it with anyone else.
“what’s going on in that little head of yours?” his voice his edged with a tease.
“oh nothing,” your response is a little too forced, “nothing at all.”
“you know,” he begins, scooting closer to you, “i’m shocked that you’ve put up with my antics for this long.”
“i wouldn’t say they’re antics,” you snort, rolling your eyes playfully, “i’m honestly surprised you didn’t dump me on a random planet and say ‘good luck.’ i can be a thorn in your side at times.”
a hand hovers over your thigh, palm connecting with the fabric, “you’ve always been a thorn in my side. it’s not a new occurrence.”
“you drive me up the wall sometimes, you know that?” you nearly stumble over the words as obi-wan leans in, the space between your lips dissolving.
“i’m fully aware.”
“are you trying to kiss me, obi-wan kenobi?” blood pounds in your ears as your heart races, thudding against your rib-cage.
“would you be utterly disgusted if i was?”
“no,” you shake your head, your lips grazing his, “not at all.”
a hand settles on your neck, gliding upwards, resting on your cheek. fingers lace in your hair as his thumb strokes your heated skin, “i hope you know that i have grown quite attached to you.”
“obi-wan.”
he hums, the tip of his nose brushing against yours, “yes?”
“would you be disgusted if i confessed a secret?”
“not at all.” the sweet scent of berries wafts into your nostrils, the remnants of dessert, “well, it depends on the secret.”
“i love you--”
soft, plush, lips collide with yours, two hands bringing you closer to him, coaxing you to nearly collapse into his arms. ripples of bliss wash over you as your lashes flutter, heart swelling with joy. the gentle kiss unravels as his hands begin to roam, his tongue delving into your mouth.
“you know,” he pauses, pulling away momentarily, “you tend to leave your thoughts open, i can hear them at times.”
“and?” you press, arching a brow.
“i’ve always known of your love for me. i’ve been waiting for the day to hear you say it.”
you wrinkle your nose, a giddy grin plastering your lips, “oh really?”
“yes, love. now would you rather me take you to the bed or stay here under the stars?”
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Major Buir (Plo Koon x reader)
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Words: 3.7k
Warnings: Unedited, Plo Koon trying to flirt but not quite understanding how to make the swoon, Wolffe being the embarrassed son, potential second hand embarrassment for the reader because I think that Plo is very sweet but is not well versed in the art of flirting. Clones being dumb and cute. Angry Wolffe, potential fluff overload-I got a little carried away.
Notes: Yeeee it’s my first time writing for Plo-would it be wrong to tag?...I’m gonna do it. @a-dorin , I would like to thank you for inspiring me to write this. I find myself steadily becoming a Plo simp and your fics have only accelerated my downward spiral.
Also, this was only supposed to be about 1.5k words...woops
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“From this, we can conclude that the remnants of the Ehterium cluster supernova would provide a suitable route around this Separatist controlled rat’s nest.” You sniffed carefully and lowered the pointer to tap against the ground but it landed on your foot. Swiftly, you moved it again so it actually tapped against the durasteel floor of the briefing room. A few chuckles slipped from the gathered cloned men and Jedi generals currently scanning over your notes on the holomap that had witnessed the little slip-up. “Though I can understand the hesitance-which is why I have also taken the liberty of charting a different course around the cluster entirely. It would take much longer though and would put you in more danger in the long run as you’d be exposed and out of range for too...long.” You trailed off, suddenly self-conscious of the overuse of the word ‘long’. Even though you’d worked for the GAR since the start of the clone wars (and technically before that if you counted all the academy training) you’d never gotten the hang of the ‘intimidating analytics and tactician officer’ schtick despite trying. You were often compared to a little mouse in the academy-even when you were wielding a blaster. But that hardly mattered when you were one of the top tacticians in the army and the Jedi were very kind to you. Especially General Plo Koon. He was incredibly patient with you as you adjusted to life with the 104th after being transferred from the 205th and he gave off this very warm and loving vibe.
And thankfully your new general was among the Jedi present-calmly looking at you with hands clasped behind his back, respectfully silent as the other masters muttered over the maps you’d provided. You met his eyes uncertainly. While it wasn’t like this was your first time pitching a new tactic to a general it was the first time you’d ever pitched an idea to so many people (eight, to be exact) that were so high ranking. The room was currently occupied by yourself, Depa Billaba, Obi Wan Kenobi, Cody, Anakin, Ahsoka, Rex, Commander Wolffe, and Plo Koon and while none of them were ever rude to you it was hard to not be intimidated. You weren’t the one that had to go through with this plan-they did. They were the ones in danger. Sure, you could lose your job but they could lose their lives. So, you looked to Plo Koon as he would be sure to tell you what he thought.
Perhaps he was so open with you because he could read you better than anyone else? He always knew what you were thinking and knew exactly what to say to help you. If you were honest, it was no wonder why you two were fast friends. And it wasn’t a surprise when you realized that certain feelings had crept up on you. Although you had resigned yourself to never act on them for both of your sakes there was no helping the admiration that prompted you to value the Kel Dor’s opinion over anyone else’s. And just like so many times before, it seemed like Plo knew this for he offered a single nod to you when your eyes met. The tension fled from your shoulders instantly as a silent sigh of relief slipped from you. Plo Koon approved. You had done good. He knew how hard you had worked on the new plans and could cite several instances where he had stumbled upon you slumped over your desk as the testimony to your dedication. Each time the Kel Dor quietly lifted you to your feet and encouraged you to leave the work for the next day as he escorted you back to your quarters. Once the two of you got there, he’d always, always place a secure hand on your shoulder with a squeeze that just barely made his talons dig into your greys as he bid you goodnight before sweeping away with one last order to get some sleep tossed over his shoulder. It was similar small gestures like those that gave you hope that were your situations different-he being a normal citizen like you and not a Jedi with no trace of war-that maybe something could happen. But alas…
“I must say, Major, I do believe you’ve outdone yourself.” Kenobi was the first among the Jedi to speak with one hand clasping his chin and the other clasping his elbow in typical Obi Wan fashion as he scanned over the details once more.
You dipped your head with a carefully practiced, “thank you, General” as your immediate reply though deep inside, your pride swelled. This was possibly your most ambitious plan yet and one that had presented significant challenges. While you were a good tactician, your strong suits lie in terrestrial combat and not space. It felt great to be validated.
“Yes but…” Depa Billaba began with her arms dutifully crossed over her chest as she scrutinized further, “what are we to do about this asteroid field that cuts through our path?” The Jedi asked calmly and you brightened at the mention of it because you had banged your head against it every which way. The asteroid field was the one thing you couldn’t accurately account for as the data you had received on it initially had been outdated. And you explained as much to her.
“However, I am happy to tell you that I may have found a way to...acount for this hazard.” You cleared your throat and leaned over the console to zoom in on the area in question. “This asteroid field is large, messy, and problematic, and had you asked me how to avoid it earlier I wouldn’t have had an answer. But, I think that the best course of action is to separate-to make it look as though the three of you-” you pointed to the generals you were specifying, “are escorting Depa Billaba till she comes in range with the nearby medical station. That way if any Separatists follow you, you can still maintain the element of surprise because I know that if we can make General Billaba’s starship appear vulnerable that they will go for it. Worst case scenario, you dust off the guns a little preemptively. Best case-” again, you clicked another button that revealed a dotted red path through the holo projection, “you can use the asteroids as extra cover while you navigate through this path.” You paused a moment, eyes shifting to gauge the reactions of everyone. From across the table, your eyes met with Commander Wolffe’s who raised an eyebrow at you. “Clone intelligence has informed me that this path might be outdated as well but we will be active on the comms to offer guidance through the field as you go.” Commander Wolffe gave a firm nod and, again, the Jedi and clones retreated inwards to try and think of any situations that they would need to be prepared for. In the weighted silence that followed, you were keenly aware of Plo Koon drawing closer to you as he methodically circled the console before you. His hands remained clasped behind his back the entire time and you couldn’t help but watch him as he approached.
He came to a stop right next to you-close enough for your arms to brush and for his warmth to seep through the fabric of your greys. Plo Koon remained quiet for a little longer, leaving you more time to fight the instinct that told you to lean closer to him before he moved his arms. His taloned hand brushed the back of your own and his vambrace bumped your forearm as he brought his arms up to cross over his torso. You couldn’t help but dwell on the feeling of even that minuscule contact which almost caused you to miss the compliment he paid your way.
“Uh...th-thank you, General.” You coughed into your fist in a not so subtle way to correct your stutter. “But really, my plan is only good because my data was good. You should really thank your men that got me the information.”
The Kel Dor made a huffing sound that would have sounded like a laugh if not for the heavy overlay from his mask. “Believe me, Major, I will but you do deserve some of the credit.” He stressed, even going so far as to grasp your shoulder very briefly. You could still feel the imprint of his touch when he moved his hand away.
“Anakin, you’re being unusually quiet.” Obi Wan saved you from further implosion as he addressed his former padawan. You and Plo Koon both turned your attention back to the other occupants in the room and you were unsettled to find General Skywalker’s eyebrows furrowed in scrutiny as he glanced between you and the Jedi Master. Perhaps more alarming though was Wolffe’s face. He was staring at Plo Koon with what you could only describe as a bug-eyed look.
“Just thinking, master.” Skywalker eventually answered. Your jaw tensed in uncertainty though the younger man said nothing more regarding the visual dissection of your interaction.
The meeting continued for a few more minutes with you working to finalize the more minute details and to take measures to establish backup plans that would most likely be abandoned by the Jedi at the first sign of conflict and the Jedi began to disperse with their own CO’s. Eventually, that left just you, Wolffe, and Plo Koon. At the first sign that the meeting was adjourned, you began to pack your things up and to log off the computers but instead of leaving you to your own devices like you thought he would, Plo Koon remained with you. He casually waited at the console you had left him at with his hands clasped before his diaphragm, a common gesture for him you’d noticed, while Wolffe awkwardly hovered near the door.
“Was there anything else you needed, General?” You asked, glancing over your shoulder at the Kel Dor. He stood up straight and approached with light footsteps.
“Not particularly, Major, but I would like to congratulate you once again on another excellently thought out plan.” Plo Koon’s voice was as calm as it ever was but there was something there-a slight lilt you weren’t familiar with or maybe it was better described as a squeak? Slowly spinning on your heel, you turned to face him.
“Well,...thank you, General. It...It’s my job.” A part of you swore at your inability to take a compliment properly while the other parts were all focused on Plo Koon. Sure, he’d complimented you on your plans before (he did during the meeting) but he had always reserved the more serious praise for after the missions and the debriefings. He’d never stayed after the preliminary meetings.
“If you don’t mind, I’d prefer if you called me Plo Koon-it feels far too impersonal to be addressed as ‘general’ outside of meetings.” The Kel Dor explained with a raised hand to stop you from saying anything else till he had said his piece.
You blinked. Once. Twice. Before eventually sliding your gaze over to Wolffe who had a hand clasped over his eyes. That gesture only added kindling to the confused fire as you returned to the man in front of you. There didn’t seem to be anything amiss-his mask looked in place and to your knowledge, he hadn’t been in the medbay recently. “As...whatever you wish...Plo.” You swallowed, his name-something you’d said in your head thousands of times before-felt foreign on your tongue. “You can of course call me ‘Y/n’...then.” You offered uncertainly.
“Of course,” he echoed with a nod. “I’ve always thought your name fitting.”
“Thank you…?” You asked uncertainly.
“I just mean that it is a strong name and you bear it well.”
“...” Again, you couldn’t help but look over at Wolffe who had taken his face in his hands in what could only be described as a picture of absolute mortification. His helmet was awkwardly squished into his chest as he shook his head from side to side, lips moving as he formed words you couldn’t hear from where you stood. “I...uh...I like your name too, Plo. It’s gentle…?” You tried as you returned your attention to the Kel Dor and raised one shoulder in a half-shrug.
He brightened, back straightening up as he continued to regard you. “Thank you, I’m rather fond of it myself.” A silence fell over the two of you-horribly tense and laced with an awkward air you had no way of dissipating anytime soon. Averting your eyes from the Jedi, you rolled your lips in and bit them as you fished for something else to say.
“Is...are you sure there wasn’t anything you needed, General?” You finally asked after shifting on your feet for the third time.
Plo Koon shook his head, less in a form of denial and more like he was trying to shake himself out of a stupor before answering. “I’m positive but while we’re on the subject of names I feel it is important for me to inform you of the new one circulating amongst my men.”
You raised your eyebrow at the Jedi, not missing the way Wolffe froze entirely. “A new name for me or…?”
“For you.” Plo nodded. “It seems as though they’ve taken a liking to calling you ‘Major Buir’.” There was something in his voice that told you he was smiling (or the Kel Dor equivalent of smiling) beneath his anti-ox mask.
“Buir?” You questioned as your mind raced to dig up a definition for the Mando’a word you’d heard assigned to the Jedi on multiple occasions. “As in what the Wolfpack calls you?”
“Indeed. Are you familiar with Mando’a?”
“After fighting alongside the clones?-of course, but I’m afraid most of the terms I know relate to fighting, tactics, or swearing.” You explained promptly with a glance to Wolffe at the mention of his language-the clone in question looked frozen in his spot and it seemed like he was no longer alone as you could swear you saw the familiar red hair of Boost and the silver of Sinker ducking behind the doorway.
Plo Koon suddenly leaned forward, getting closer to your height as his voice dropped to just above a whisper. “Buir is Mando’a for ‘parent’, Y/n.” Immediately, it felt as though someone had locked you in carbonite-your heart was still warm as it surged with affection for the men of the 104th yet at the same time your body felt the familiar frozen tingle that so often accompanied the sensation of treading through uncharted territory. You were keenly aware of Plo Koon’s proximity and the way your heart sped as a result. In an attempt to combat this you took a deep breath to steady yourself and regain control over your vocal chords. But that was a mistake as Plo’s natural scent infiltrated your senses. He smelled of leather and fresh air, of tea tree and some other piquant scent you couldn’t name that you knew was the remnant of one of the contraband candles he had hidden aboard the ship. It was so him-something the standard issue GAR soap couldn’t hide-that it overwhelmed you in an instant and you found yourself leaning closer. He, a flame, and you, a moth.
Your lips parted slightly as your face relaxed and you swore that you’d never felt calmer. It felt like someone was wrapping you in a hug; you felt safe, wanted, and adored. “But...if they call you that and are now calling me that…” you began through the sudden dwam your mind floated in. The pieces were starting to fall into place. “Then...General Plo Koon,” your voice suddenly became firm as you forced yourself to step back, “Are you trying to flirt with me?”
Plo Koon straightened up, his hands finding their usual resting place crossed in front of his stomach. “I am. Was it not obvious?” He asked, his held tilting to the left just slightly.
You briefly thought back to the somewhat strange string of compliments he’d paid you that lead up to this. “Uh...no, not really.” You explained quickly, eyes now flickering around the room in an attempt to come up with a reply to this revelation.
“Hmm.” Plo Koon hummed. “My apologies then. Boost encouraged me to be forward-perhaps it was not enough?” You blinked up at him, gaping like a fish-if that was Plo being forward then you wouldn’t have stood a chance if he had taken a subtle route.
Before you could say anything though, Wolffe’s explosive voice cut through the briefing room as he rounded on Boost. “You told him to do what?!” The commander barked at his red-headed brother who had long since abandoned hiding behind the doorway and was now standing tall with his chest slightly puffed.
“Oh come on, Vod, we both know the General likes ‘em! And Major Buir wasn’t going to pick up on it anytime soon. I was just trying to help!” He huffed back, practically getting in Wolffe’s face.
“Meddling isn’t helping, Boost!”
“I dunno-seemed pretty effective, Commander.” Sinker chimed in.
Wolffe wheeled on him next. “Don’t tell me you were in on this too!” The one-eyed clone seethed. “If you weren’t my brother I’d-”
“Boys!” You snapped, having heard enough. The three brothers stopped immediately and turned to you; each one bore a similarly sheepish grin. With a shake of your head, you turned back to Plo who had watched on in amusement. “Plo, I’m flattered but...what about your code? I know attachments are dangerous and I wouldn’t want to be the reason you-”
The Jedi master raised a hand. “My dear, attachments aren’t dangerous. It is how they can be used against a Jedi that is.”
“I don’t follow.” You tried only for Plo to shake his head.
“Yes, you do.” The Kel Dor dropped to your height again. “Y/n, if attachments themselves were dangerous Jedi would also be forbidden from being compassionate.” You were stricken silent, painfully aware of the three pairs of eyes currently fixated on the two of you. “But even if they were, I’d still find you worth the risk.” Your heart melted, a soft ‘Plo’ slipping past your lips that made the Kel Dor incline his head. “I know you care for me too, Y/n, so...are you willing to be with me?”
You bit your lip in thought, a smile creeping across your face as you looked up at the Jedi. “I’m guessing there’s no talking you out of this?”
“You may try but my feelings will persist.” Plo countered immediately-a lightness to his voice you hadn’t heard before.
You chuckled briefly and let your gaze slide over to the three clones now curiously peering at the two of you. You took in their identical faces and the imploring looks each one was giving you. When had the Wolfpack wormed their way into your heart? Probably around the same time their general did. You turned back to Plo Koon. “I say...of course,” You smiled and slipped onto your toes to wrap your arms around the Kel Dor’s neck. He returned the embrace with a low hum, his arms slipping around your waist, “ner Jetti.” You could hear whooping and hollering from the entrance to the briefing room.
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The barracks were dark and crowded later that night-many of the men from the 104th had all crammed into one room to watch the holofilm you’d smuggled onto the starship. It had been about three weeks since the fateful meeting that led to the union of you and General Plo Koon and each day had brought a new development in your aliit as word of your relationship spread. For the most part, none of the men were surprised-some even commenting on how Plo Koon was apparently unable to tear his eyes off of you during meetings, holocalls, or your brief but frequent trips to the base on Coruscant. But there were a few who weren’t expecting it at all.
But everyone you’d told had been supportive. And now as you sat curled into Plo Koon’s side with clones draped all around you as most dozed off in the peaceful barracks you could safely say that you’d found where you belong.
A tug on your arm pulled you away from the nearly impossible to hear holofilm (the few soldiers that were still awake had turned the volume down so they could let their brothers sleep) and to the clone currently barely awake with his head on your lap. “What is it, Boost?” You asked in a whisper, keenly aware of the sleeping Sinker and Wolffe on Plo’s other side. Still, your voice managed to catch the Jedi’s attention as he turned his head towards the two you.
The red head stared up at you blearily, a yawn interrupting him before he began speaking. “I just wanted to say that I’m happy you and general buir are together now. And that I’m glad I could help.”
A breathy laugh escaped you that Plo helped quiet with a hand over your mouth. He dipped his head to gesture at Wolffe who grumbled and curled closer to Sinker in his sleep. In retaliation, you batted his hand away and rolled your eyes at the Kel Dor before looking back at the sleepy man. “I am too, Boost. Thank you.” You answered fondly, letting your head fall against Plo’s shoulder.
“Like I said-” he cut off to yawn, “happy to help...major...buir.” Boost trailed off as his eyes closed and he wormed his way closer to you.
You smiled. “Thank you, ner ad’ika.” As Boost officially fell victim to dream land you turned towards Plo who had watched the exchange carefully. The same feeling of being hugged, of being safe, wanted, and loved infiltrated your senses but you now recognized it as Plo’s signature. Still bearing that soft painted smile, you pressed your forehead to his. A final whisper of thank you slipped from you as you resigned yourself to stay in that moment forever.
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jedi!yves~
warnings; guns, death, injuries, war, space ships, swearing, suggestive content, clones, droids, heights, almost dying, lightsabers
genre; fluff, suggestive
pairing; ha sooyoung x gender neutral reader
word count; 3.8k
summary; after your supply ship receives a distress call from a neighboring planet, you and a fellow padawan, yves, are ordered to take and command a whole squadron of clone troopers to the planet’s surface. there’s a slight problem however- sexual tension
setting/time; middle of the clone wars
a/n; another space au because i’m self indulgent. have fun all you sooyoung stans that lurk on my blog. you know who you are ;) yves is such a star wars name and i used it the whole time so have fun with that <3
“all commanders to the bridge!” your comm blares at you. master luminara apparently has not heeded your warning about speaking loudly into the comm, as they are meant to be used in battle where loud voices are dangerous and could lead to discovery.
sighing, you break into a run (these ships are huge and distance is covered slowly unless you go nyoom) and head to the bridge.
a girl comes up behind you, barely making a noise. you flinch away as she runs past you, not expecting it.
not letting yourself lose this unspoken race, you speed up, moving up towards her.
she quickens her pace as well.
catching sight of the door to the bridge, you both start to sprint at the exact same time.
neither of you speak to each other, just side-eyed glances, and failed attempts at not breathing loud.
finally, you burst through the door (you definitely won) and slow to a calm, collected walk immediately, as to not look like the wild, competitive padawans that you are.
it seems you two are the only commanders on the ship, no one else arrived at the bridge.
master kenobi and master luminara stand around the projected grid together, turning their heads and looking as you trampled each other through the door.
staring at the two of them, you and the girl, who you suppose must be luminara’s padawan, walk forward towards the projection table as well.
“what’s going on?” the girl questions, before you could even catch your breath enough to ask something first.
kenobi responds, “captain rex just contacted us from geonosis. he says the battles there have decimated their numbers, and they are in desperate need of more troops.”
you stare at them. did they think you had a plan or something?
luminara speaks, “we want you and yves to take up the job.” yves must be the girl who raced you.
“wait, aren’t we supposed to be dropping supplies off at ryloth?” you say, remembering the mission you were given yesterday that was the whole reason you were on this big hunking clunk of metal.
“yes, but we have more than enough jedi on this ship to do that. besides, the two of you need some experience in battle. this is the perfect opportunity,” kenobi says, moving to lean his back against the table and cross his arms.
“you’ll have commander cody with you as well, you’ll be fine,” he adds.
“when do we leave?” yves asks, resting all her weight on her hands, which are situated on the edge of table. this position shows off her incredible forearms which you hadn’t noticed before.
and you shouldn’t be noticing, gosh y/n, what are you doing, you think, you’re a jedi, you can’t be having any sort of romantic thoughts (not that anyone follows that rule, but still) and besides, you’ve already set your mind on competing with this girl, not romanticizing about her.
you lapse back to reality right as master luminara says, “now.”
neither of you are particularly caught off guard by this, you’ve gotten used to running all over the galaxy for emergencies, but adrenaline still starts flowing through your body at the thought of going into battle, making your stomach feel light and your blood race.
“well, then, i guess we’ll see you later. should we meet you back here?” you ask, rolling your shoulders back.
“yes, you’ll fly all your remaining gun ships back to the hanger,” kenobi responds, “we’ll send you the coordinates whenever you’re ready. commander cody also received the message, he’ll tell you the plan.”
remaining gunships. he just had to word it that way, didn’t he?
“copy that,” you respond, “we’ll see you back here then.”
you move towards the exit, and yves follows. the doors open automatically, and you pass through them, accidentally hitting her elbow.
“watch it, honey,” she says in response.
“honey?” you exasperate, “what are you, an old woman?”
yves, apparently, was not expecting that response, and opens her mouth, then closes it, then says “i can call you honey if i want to,” in retaliation. “i mean, as long, as you’re, you know, okay with that,” she adds.
you are unsure how to respond to this as well. the two of you seem to have gotten into a pickle.
“i mean, yeah, but like, well, yeah,” you say, using the same sentence format unintentionally.
thankfully, yves doesn’t say anything else, and a tight, uncomfortable tension spreads between you.
you reach the doors of the hanger in silence. yves pushes in front of you and opens them for you, letting you walk through first.
“simp,” you mutter.
“what did you call me?” she inquires, turning to you. the position smushes the two of in the doorway together, and the close proximity makes your knees feel a little weak.
you slip under the arm that she’s using to hold the door and scoot into the room.
she follows you, back straight and head up, now confident in her skills at flustering you.
“you never answered my question,” she states as you walk towards the squad of troopers standing around ahead of you.
“didn’t want to,” you tell her shortly, a teasing smile gracing your face.
you reach the squad before she can say anything else, and the commander, cody, looks at you, calling the platoon to attention.
you always feel awkward when they do this, feeling undeserving of this kind of respect. you motion for them to relax and be “at ease” as they call it in military terms.
yves glances at you to see if you want her to do the talking, but you’re already speaking.
“master kenobi informed yves and i that geonosis is in danger. captain rex and his troops need our help, so we will be taking the gunships to the surface while masters luminara and kenobi will take the supplies to ryloth.”
everyone nods. it’s your turn to look at yves through your peripheral vision to see if she has anything to add. her eyes go to the side, meeting yours for a split second before she nods as well, and says, “let’s get this bread!”
the both of you march towards the ships, trying your best to inspire confidence in their tired hearts.
this war had been going on for long enough, and at this point you’re not even sure of what you’re fighting for. yeah, you know the separatists were taking over planets and enslaving people, but why should the jedi order be involved? aren’t we keepers of the peace? we’re certainly not soldiers, no matter how cool lightsaber fights look.
jumping onto the gunship farthest to the right, you watch as yves makes her way to the one next to you.
kenobi had instructed commander cody to take two ships to another part of geonosis and unload supplies before assisting the other two squads on the battlefield. yves would be taking the two supply squads, and you would be leading the other two into battle.
you don’t know if she’s the lucky one, not having to walk into battle as quickly, or the unlucky one, having to jump in after the first wave of destruction has caused, and seeing all the bodies and injuries with a clear head, rather than one clouded and detached from conflict.
you’re sure yves will be able to handle it. she seems to have a strong mind, one that doesn’t let anything get to it. her confidence is unmatched as well, although you did manage to make it falter with your old woman comment. you feel a little bad now, but it was all in good fun.
besides, teasing and messing with attractive women is your specialty. your men, the soldiers, always make fun of you for it, remarking about how you flirt with every single padawan you’re assigned to a mission with. they always laugh, and scold you for making a commander flustered, saying, “we’re not going to follow a jedi that’s blushing and stuttering over their words. nor one that’s raising their eyebrows and winking either!”
you smile to yourself. despite the horror and sorrow this war has caused, it has brought life-long friendships into your life, and memories you’ll keep forever.
seemingly reading your mind, one of the soldiers, chuck, leans against one of the ship walls and comments, “yves seems a little feisty compared to your normal prey.”
you chuckle at that, “do i seem caught off guard?”
“oh no, not at all commander, just commenting. you might have a little more trouble seducing her into kissing you. and besides,” chuck says, uncrossing his arms and stepping forward, a devious smile on his face, “you’ve been slacking off lately, too scared after padawan tano almost socked you in the jaw for calling her pretty.”
“stop it!” you say, your cheeks heating up and your body suddenly starting to sweat, “you’re making it sound like i’m objectifying them!” your voice raises in pitch, but not in an aggressive way. more like a, “i have no idea what i’m going to say next but i need to defend myself” way.
“i’m just appreciating the amazing goddess-like personalities, souls, and appearances of my fellow jedi,” you tell them.
“right, fellow jedi” tomato, another trooper says.
knowing what he means about “jedi” you retaliate, “hey, we all know no one follows the celibacy rule. that’s just there because the council can’t get any dates and doesn’t want anybody to succeed them in anything.”
“hey, everyone, quiet down and focus, we’re entering the war zone. including you, commander y/n,” cody says gruffly, stepping forward and opening the sliding doors on the sides of the ship.
you feel a bit offended at the interruption, but he was probably just saving you from saying anything controversial, something you’re known for, with your not-so-subtle resentment of the order’s slight corruption.
see, you really don’t mean to be a “rebel” or anything like that. you just find the system to be messed up sometimes, and want to talk about it.
and besides, most of the time your words come out harsher than you intend, or more aggressive than they sounded in your mind. despite your confident persona and flirty, teasing personality, the second the tables are turned on you you have no idea how to handle it. your plan never goes that far, and your mouth just spits out whatever thought came to your brain first. needless to say, it gets you into trouble.
moving towards the edge of the ship absentmindedly, you stare out at the clouds whizzing by. the sound of the wind screaming calms and focuses your mind. jedi mode unlocked.
jumping out of the ship, you plummet over a thirty feet to the ground, landing in a tucked position, and rolling across the dusty ground onto your feet. the gunship lands a few moments after, and your soldiers get out of it, following you through the canyon you were now trapped in.
walking forward fearlessly, you observe the canyon for future hiding spots and places to utilize in the devious plan you were inevitably going to have to make.
the walls are high, tall enough that you can’t see over the edge no matter how far away you get. however, you could possibly climb them in the event of a trap- they are covered in jagged edges and good places to station snipers.
the canyon itself is dry, dusty, and red. small tufts of grass grow here and there. not for long though, they’ll burn during the fighting. it stretches an endless distance behind you, but you catch sight of the dead end up ahead, where captain rex and his troops are supposed to be stationed.
there’s ample fighting room in some parts, where the width is about as big as three houses standing side by side. in others, the breadth is just enough to hold four soldiers.
captain rex and three other troops emerge from the dead end, sporting muddy, ripped armor. they look exhausted.
“hello, commander y/n,” rex says, “we’re glad you’re finally here, we’ve almost reached our breaking point.”
“what happened?” you ask, now a little worried, but you try not to let it show.
“droids surrounded us, trapped us in the dead end and obliterated half of our platoon. the rest of us are either injured or about to drop dead from keeping the camp alive. we couldn’t see them coming, the walls were too high for us to spot them flying in. the sniper droids kept us in tight places, we couldn’t leave from behind the bunches of rocks we were hiding behind for cover without getting shot.”
you nod. “looks like we’ll have to be smarter than average this time, do something different. the droids have been picking up our normal battle plans, and are being programmed to counter them.”
rex’s face looks grim. he turns to walk back to the camp. you follow him.
“well, at least you’re here.”
“yep. the other half of our platoon is dropping of supplies, but they’ll be here at some point. probably to make a dramatic entrance in the middle of battle and save us all.”
rex laughs a little at that, “who’s the commander?”
“padawan yves.”
“sounds like her.”
“you know her?” you ask him, wanting to know more about this slightly mysterious jedi that has piqued your interest.
“from what people have said, yes. never met her, but everyone talks about her intimidating presence. makes droids fall over with just her stare. says she fights well, but has never taken a liking to it. prefers flying apparently.”
“hmm,” is all you say.
piloting. that’s hot. you hope there’ll be an opportunity to go on a sky mission with her- flirting while shooting ships down is such an aesthetic.
walking into the camp, your heart drops. what rex said was practically an understatement.
everyone looked exhausted- slouching, limping, lying down, frowning, all of the above. less than half the platoon was out, gone forever. someone had managed to close off a corner to put the bodies, but the smell of death was overwhelming. the supply of food in one of the tents could hardly be called a supply, more like some organized scraps.
you can see how the ambush must have happened. the dead end was shaped in a circle, and the rolling droids with shields around them must have stationed themselves at the top of the canyon, boxing in the clones and forcing them to hide.
“we’ll have to make a plan right away, commander. the droids could come back any minute now. the only reason they left was because they heard jedi were coming, and their general wanted them to regroup before attacking in order to eliminate the jedi,” rex says grimly.
you don’t like the idea, forcing these poor soldiers to fight again, after losing so much of their brethren, but you have no other choice, “do you have a map of the canyon?” you ask, needing a visual in order to plan the attack.
rex lifts up the flap to one of the tents and walks towards the projection table inside it, clicking a button and pulling up the map.
observing it, you don’t see many options. well, you see a lot, but most involve imminent death and sacrifice.
finally, you catch sight of something. a little niche in the dead end is near a rugged system of rock steps. if you manage to parkour up to the top, you could take out the rolling droids.
“there’s this niche here,” you say, pointing, “i could hide there while the squads station themselves at the entrance to the dead end, and attack the foot droids, keeping them occupied. once the rolling droids come, i could jump up those stairs and catch them from behind.”
rex nods, “that could work.”
the two of you survey the map for any faults, and find a lot, but most of them are nothing you can do anything about, just chance losses that could be detrimental the survival of your entire platoon.
you both sigh, thinking the same thing.
you don’t have enough people.
the troopers will be overrun, considering how the droid army is preparing for a jedi. and if they don’t see one, they’re going to do their absolute best to find one and eliminate them, no matter who or what gets in their way.
“let’s go tell them,” rex says, turning around to leave the tent.
“no,” you stop him, “i’ll tell them, you get some rest.��
rex begrudgingly agrees, and you are satisfied. these soldiers are going to need as much energy as possible if this is going to work.
you tell the soldiers your plan, doing your best to cheer them up with jokes and confidence. they do their best to look less exhausted as well.
since you didn’t know when the droids were going to appear, everyone had to get in their positions right away.
and you all sat there. waiting for bloodshed.
and it came, taking you by surprise.
the familiar, repulsive sound of droid guns fires into your ears, grabbing your fight-or-flight instinct by the neck and jostling it up like a box of cereal.
you spur into action, poising yourself in a crouching stance, getting ready to parkour-parkour up the rocky steps. surveying the cliff for the best place to attack first, you catch sight of a small gap, right where the last step breaks off, right where you planned to jump onto the top of the canyon.
without even thinking where you’re going, your body starts moving, flowing with adrenaline and the force, a feeling you’re used to, and you relax into the movement, powering up the steps, leaping up inhuman heights.
reaching the last edge, you flip onto the surface of geonosis, using the dust to hide your form, and run, head-ducked and body crouched, towards the first droid.
lightsaber glowing green, you slide under the blue shield surrounding the sniper, and stab through the power core, rendering the sniper powerless. somehow, the other droids don’t notice you, and you keep going, making your way across the semi-circle edge of the dead end, not even bothering to look down into the canyon at the battle raging.
the next few snipers are quick work, you slash through them like they’re made of putty, the metal cores sizzling and burning out like broken copper lightbulbs. this is too easy, you think to yourself. something’s bound to happen.
as you reach the fifth one, the other droids finally register you felling their kin, and two of the remaining four focus their fire on you.
deflecting their shots with your blade, you sprint to one still firing at the battle below, and ruin it like all the others. and as you hide behind its flickering shield, you see what you’ve been missing all this time.
the sniper droids you’ve been destroying up here weren’t the only ones on the playing field. there are six more, heading straight for your soldiers down below. and you won’t make it in time.
yet you have to.
legs moving faster than ever before, you hoon down the line of droids, barely glancing at the laser bullets aimed towards you before deflecting them. you try to make them hit the rolling droids down below, but it’s no use. their shields are too strong.
you fight back tears. you don’t cry a lot, but then again, you don’t mess up so bad that 30+ people are about to die because of your bad planning either.
finishing off the last droids, you turn towards the canyon. you’re too far away from the steps you came up on to go back then. and you’re too far away from the ground in the canyon to jump down.
you know the former won’t work. you’ll reach the battle and be met with dead bodies and an infinite surplus of gunshots hitting your in the face, causing to do die.
and the latter will most likely kill you as well.
however, the odds are slightly more in your favor, and with the force of your fall, you could knock the shields enough to give the clones a chance to shoot the droids down. and even though that would mean you would be shot too, you start back-stepping away from the canyon, readying yourself.
it’s okay, you tell yourself. this is what jedis are meant to do, sacrifice themselves for the greater good.
aiming for the middle of the six droids, you start running forward. maybe the shields will stop your fall enough to save you, comes a tiny bulb of hope in your chest. you push it down and don’t listen.
your legs move faster and faster, nearing the edge of cliff before you know it, and you push off, sailing into midair, halting right above the circle of droids and falling, down, down, down into them.
wind whistles around you, and a familiar sound fills your ears. you can’t place it. it blends in with the wind, but it sounds different, more mechanical, and stable.
you don’t have time to think about it. you can barely see the ground you’re about to die on, but it’s close. too close. and getting closer. and closer. the sound gets louder. and louder.
and then something out of the corner of your eye appears next to you, and someone grabs you hand.
the force of it almost dislocates your shoulder. you’re dragged into a ship. head spinning, everything moving fast, you barely register the features around you- but you know what it is.
a gunship.
a face appears in front of yours.
your focus moves completely onto it. as it becomes clearer, and your vision stops blurring, you recognize the person.
it’s yves.
“thought i lost you there for a second,” she says casually, cupping you cheek and lifting your face towards yours, meeting your eyes with hers. in your dazed state of shock you don’t see the terrified, worrisome look rippling across her features.
“they-” you stutter out, “go help rex,” you manage.
“don’t worry, we’re already on it,” she says.
you look outside the ship, your face still expressionless except for the confusion keeping your eyes wide and your mouth open, and see the droids gone, obliterated by the gunships’ firepower,
you can still see droids fighting your soldiers, as the ships can’t fire to close to your men, but the droids, the ones you were about to sacrifice yourself to end, are gone.
you move to let yves know that you can go help them still, your mouth opening like a fish looking for food, but yves turns your face towards hers again, her hand still firmly holding your jaw, keeping you stationed in reality. “you stay here,” she says, “i’ll go help.”
and with that, she leans down, presses a delicate but protective kiss on your open lips, and jumps off the ship.
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