#Gregor x reader insert

[clone-anon-after-dark]

So Good (Gregor x F!Reader)

Word Count: 1557

Warnings: dom!Gregor, foreplay, light bondage (leg restraints, no pain), use of safety colors / safewords (yellow used, but no need for red) and option to tap out during oral (never used), oral sex / gentle face fucking of reader, unprotected PiV sex, sex toy, little bit of edging, praise, telling reader they can take it but backing off when they seem unsure, aftercare with a shared shower. I think that's it. Oh yeah, NSFW, Minors DNI

A/N: established relationship. This fic was inspired by this post and subsequent interaction with @deewithani. Thank you!

There are two versions of this fic. The m!reader version can be found here.

He kissed your neck as he helped you undress. His touch was firm but tender. Grounding. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt his hands glide down your hips and legs as he removed your last piece of clothing. 

“Doesn’t seem fair,” you said, kissing just below his ear. “You’re still dressed and I’m bare.”

“Just how I want it,” he replied with an involuntary giggle. He had a dark, but slightly playful look. “Lay back,” he instructed.  You did as you were told and he pressed kisses along your collarbones and breasts.  You’d talked about the plan over dinner and just talking about it was enough to leave you more than a little wet. You waited, wanting to make the anticipation last and get the dishes clean. Now you had the rest of the night together.

You were brought back to the current moment by Gregor kissing the skin where your legs met your folds. You wiggled a little, causing him to hold you down as he placed more kisses. You smiled at him. 

“Take your clothes off,” you said sweetly. “I want to see you.”

“Now, now,” he replied. “I’m the one calling the shots. You’ll get to see and feel plenty of me soon enough.” He pulled out a pair of soft leather restraints, a toy, and a bottle of lube.  The toy was one of your favorites. It stimulated your g-spot and your clit.  He took his time touching every inch of you as he lovingly strapped each of your calves to your thighs using the restraints. You tried closing your legs, but really couldn’t. He chuckled and pulled his shirt over his head. 

“That’s right,” he said with a grin. “Completely exposed for me.”  You relaxed into the vulnerable position. Before he could ask, you offered “green” and he continued.  He lubed up the toy, making sure nothing would feel raw, and placed it inside you with the small suction spot right over your clit. Gregor took the small remote controller for the toy and turned it on.  He started on the lowest intensity, not wanting to overdo it and still getting you warmed up.  He watched you respond to the stimulation, adding kisses along your breasts, the inside of your elbow, and the back of your hand.  He slowly turned up the intensity as he stripped and continued to watch while you moaned and played with your nipples.  Once his cock was free he started lazily playing with himself to the tune of your vocalizations.  He could touch you in all the right places simply by pressing a button. He switched up the rhythm of the toy’s vibrations, just to keep it interesting and to make sure you didn’t get too close too soon.

“Good girl,” he said, watching you respond.

You smiled up at him as he propped your head and upper back up with a few pillows. He straddled your chest with his now hard cock right in front of your needy mouth.  Your legs twitched against the restraints in anticipation of what was next.  You loved the taste of him.

“Hands on my hips,” he instructed.  “Open your mouth. Relax your jaw and throat.”

You did so, already struggling to focus with the pleasure still being pressed deep inside your core.  He used the remote to calm the vibration just enough so you could focus on his cock.

“Two finger taps and I’ll stop,” he reminded.

You tried to relax your jaw some more, allowing him to push himself further into your mouth and just hitting the back of your throat.  He paused there with a grunt.  Gregor was never comfortable pressing in so deep you couldn’t breathe, but he loved the feeling of your mouth around his length.  He pulled most of the way out and started to fuck your face with short thrusts, enjoying the feeling of the head running over your lips.  You squeezed his ass, spurring him on.  He started longer movements of his hips, groaning at the feeling of your tongue on the underside of his cock. He turned the vibrator up and you started moaning along his length. His familiar smell and taste permeated your senses. Your gaze moved up his body as he pleasured himself using your mouth.  You looked up toward his kind eyes. Even when he took charge, he looked like he was so in love.

He switched the pattern on the vibrator, causing a new surge of heat through your body.   Not a minute later, your moans came stronger and he knew you were close.  You felt the familiar build and knew he would make you wait to finish.  He turned the vibrator down all the way and paused, leaving the head of his length in your mouth. You held your mouth open so he could rub the tip over your tongue as he talked.

“You’re close,” he said knowingly with a little chuckle. “Now, do you want to come with my cock buried in your pretty mouth or buried in your gorgeous cunt?” He studied your face. “Either way, I’m going to enjoy filling you.”  He held his cock off your tongue just enough that you could speak.

“My pussy,” you answered.

Gregor grinned and moved down the bed, placing himself between your legs.  He smiled at the sight of the restraints putting you in the perfect position.

“Let’s keep this in,” he said, tapping the end of the toy buried inside you. “You can take it.”  He hovered over you, holding your hands above your head and kissing your jaw.  He felt you tighten up at the thought of taking him with a toy stuffed inside you.  

“Color,” he asked, looking into your eyes for the truth.

“Yellow,” you answered quietly.  He simply nodded, let go of your hands, and removed the toy.  He left it on a towel off to the side and went back to hovering over you and kissing your jaw.

“Better,” he asked.  

You nodded and added, “green” with a smile. 

With that, he was pressing into you, groaning as he bottomed out. He adjusted his position so he could watch you take him.  You felt the familiar stretch as he took you, rubbing up at the perfect angle and bringing you closer to the brink.  He picked up the pace and pulled you further down the bed, lifting your hips to meet his own.  Your breath started coming in fast pants and moans.

“Gregor,” you almost whined, “I need more, please.”

“Go on,” he said with a grin, pausing enough to turn on the toy and hand it to you so you could use one end on yourself.  “I want to see.”

He started fucking you again, your bodies now making squelching sounds. Your mind was barely functioning with what he was doing to you, but you pressed the tip of the toy to your nub and started moaning his name. Gregor kept a steady pace, determined for you to finish first.  He kept pressing at the perfect angle and with your sensitive bud now vibrating at a glorious speed. It was enough to send you over the edge and you came while crying his name.  He helped you ride out your orgasm and whispered “so pretty.” You put the toy aside as you recovered from your high, content to let him use your body for his own pleasure. Watching you climax beneath him was just as fun as finishing himself and in no time he painted your walls, burying himself inside you while whispering praises.  

Once he started to catch his breath, he eased himself out of you, sat up, and loosened the leather straps.  You stretched out and Gregor took his time to rub your legs.  His hands worked to massage down your thighs and calves in slow circles.  He kissed the spots under your knees and smiled at you like he was drunk with love.

“You did such a good job for me,” he said, helping you sit up so he could rub your back.

“I had fun,” you replied, leaning into his touch.  He kissed your neck and wrapped his arms around you, holding your back to his chest. You sighed and leaned against him for a moment before trying to reach for the towel.

“Oh no,” he said.  A giggle overtook him as he held you closer before adding, “I take care of you when I’m in charge. That’s how that works.” 

A soft smile spread across your face and you turned to look at him. “If you insist.”

“I do,” he replied.  “Actually, instead of the towel, how about a shower?”

You nodded. 

Gregor stood up and gave you a hand, making sure to stabilize you if your legs weren’t feeling totally ready.  He turned the water on at the temperature you liked and you both got in.  He washed your body with the utmost gentleness and washed himself off while you pressed kisses along his chest and back.  He wrapped you both in fresh towels and you found yourselves back in bed, lingering kisses accompanied with content hums.  You whispered your love to each other before you fell asleep together, Gregor holding you in his arms and making sure you felt secure.

Tagging: @staycalmandhugaclone @trixie2023 @dukeoftheblackstar

[knightprincess]

Wait (Commander Wolffe x Jedi Reader)

Warning: Angst, Mentions of Death, and PTSD. Words: 2.5k Pronouns used: She/Her - No psychically description given Period: Ranges from Clone Wars to Rebels. Mentions Order 66.

Execute Order 66. The three words that ended the war, almost annihilated the Jedi Order and spelled the true doom of the Republic. It was the order that turned millions of clones across the galaxy from free thinkers to robotic killers, human droids. The order forced the clones to turn on their friends in the Jedi and murder them under the guise they were protecting the republic, a republic that no longer existed. It was the order that sealed their fates and traumatized every clone apart of it, far more than anything than being on the front lines of the war could have thrown at them. 

For Wolffe, the worst was yet to come. He'd gotten away from the Empire after breaking free from the inhibitor chip control, he couldn't say for sure what had broken its grasp on his mind, one minute the part of himself created as part of the Sith Lord's plan was in control, he was in the back seat screaming for it to stop, fighting to stop what he was seeing. And the next he was in control, the voice repeating Good Soldiers Follow Orders had ceased, the dream-like state had faded, and the bubble had burst. Reality had hit him far worse than anything he had seen on the battlefield. 

But nothing could have prepared him for the overwhelming feelings of guilt, regret, and the crushing loss that hit him like a ton of bricks, just hours after he had settled with the relief of being free. Even now Wolffe couldn't tell you which of the three feelings was worse. The guilt was overpowering the best of time, but it was what motivated him to help the band of Rebels when they needed help taking Lothal back from Imperial control. He had to make up for his past doings, he had to make those mistakes right, no matter the cost to himself. 

The regret for the things he wished to have done differently were things that constantly plagued him, the little things he should have done differently. Like being kinder to the shinnies when they came off the line, or telling Comet well done after a difficult job being completed. The missed opportunities to tell each of his brothers how much they meant to him, especially the ones who survived the war, but suffered a far worse fate. He truly did regret a lot of things, among them was not telling (Y/N) he loved her one last time, and not being able to truly save her from her broken mind.

By far the loss was the worst part of it all. Waking up from the chip's control to find the Republic was gone and he had helped to bring about its doom. To discover the Jedi Order had been destroyed, and he as well as his brothers had been the reason for it, the unwilling executioners that were forced to turn on and betray their friends and loved ones, only to further the revenge plot the now Emperor had been working from the shadows to see finished. The loss of Plo had hurt, knowing his last thoughts were questioning what was happening as his loyal troopers turned on him and shot him out of the sky, but the loss of his brothers was something else. 

Those who got away from the Empire were met with two fates. Either they were left to fend for themselves in a galaxy that despised them and blamed them for what happened or they were hunted down and recaptured by those working in the Advanced Science Division. Either way, fate had cruelty in store for them. Either way, more trauma awaited. 

Wolffe's fate after abandoning the empire was to be hunted down, as was Gregor's when he got away, and eventually those a part of the enhanced unit Clone Force 99, when their value to the Empire was truly discovered. At first, the battle-worn commander had gone out there alone, with one purpose. Find his beloved Jedi Knight, (Y/N) (Y/L/N). He'd heard the rumors of her survival, the stories on the lower levels of Coruscant of civvies taking pity on an injured Jedi, matching her description, they'd helped her flee the core world, to somewhere in the outer rim, and a few senators had aided in her escape. 

Eventually, he found her, working with Rex to sow the seeds of what would eventually become the rebellion that fought against the Empire. A rebellion built on hope and sacrifice for a better future. A future she'd never get to see. Like with him, fate was cruel to (Y/N). It would answer her question about what truly happened to her best friend Anakin Skywalker in the worst way possible. A fate no one would ask for and was arguably worse than his own. 

"What's wrong with him?" asked Zeb, gesturing towards the old mismatched-eyed Commander. Wolffe appeared to be staring off into space, not paying any attention to what was going on around him. Rex and Gregor had turned to their brother shortly after, Gregor noticing he held on to (Y/N)'s duel-bladed lightsaber, while Rex took notice of the hologram alight in front of Wolffe. The Jedi Knight and once hero of the republic who had stolen his heart. Both men knew Wolffe had lost his way when (Y/N) had been taken from him the first time, but he hadn't been the same since he had lost her for the second and final time. 

"Give him time, he'll be okay" replied Rex, a sigh escaping him as he remembered (Y/N). She'd taken many secrets to her grave, unbeknownst to the Captain of the 501st, one of them she kept to protect him. The truth on who Vader truly was. "Sometimes the past gets to him, what the empire did and took away still haunts him. He's never gotten past losing the woman he loved" he worded, recalling when Clone Force 99, or the Bad Batch as they preferred finally found where Dr. Hemlock was stationed, when they infiltrated the base, hoping to find both Omega and Crosshair. 

What they discovered was terrible, to say the least. Clones that once served the republic strapped down onto tables, tortured, tormented, and forced to suffer all in the name of science. Some were in tanks, others were left to die a slow and likely painful death. Others had been incorporated into Phase 1 of the Death Trooper program, to which the constant torture would have been far kinder. Among those rescued that day were Crosshair, Omega, Tech who had survived his fall, Cody, Wolffe, and Comet. Despite the best efforts, both Cody and Comet passed on shortly after returning to Pabu. 

"That's (Y/N)" whispered Kanan, upon glancing to the hologram. She was one of the few Jedi the people of the Empire hadn't forgotten, remembered along with Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Plo Koon, Yoda, and Mace Windu. She was supposedly killed during Order 66 but eventually reappeared, being captured and taken Nur, nobody truly knows what happened to her there. For months many theorised she'd been killed by Vader or one of the inquisitors after being tortured for information. 

In reality, the constant torment and suffering had done something far worse, it had broken her mind and shattered her will to continue fighting until she found strength in the dark side. Until she had willingly joined the inquisitors as the First Sister, second only to the Grand Inquisitor. She wasn't sent out to hunt very often, but when she was she never failed. More often than not (Y/N) was the one whom Vader called upon when he needed assistance with his mission to destroy what remained of the Jedi. 

"Where is she now?" asked Ezra, not quite putting two and two together, or catching on to what haunted Wolffe every waking moment. Rex and Gregor could only share a common glance, knowing losing her once was bad enough for Wolffe, but twice was nothing less than cruel. Even when he'd spared her more suffering. 

"Gone" grumbled Wolffe, his voice resembling that of a growl upon the memories he tried so hard to bury over the years came back. How his heart sank when he was rescued, learning (Y/N) hadn't been found since both of them had been captured. His refusal to give up hope had paid off, but it hadn't lasted long. When he was reunited with her, her once pretty eyes were the orange/red of the Sith, her mind twisted by the dark side and all she had learned to rely on was constant suffering. Her mind had become so twisted she no longer knew the difference between good and bad, and no longer recognized herself. 

"When she was captured, the empire corrupted her mind via torture. She became an inquisitor" voiced Rex, recalling Wolffe's refusal to believe she couldn't be saved as others stated. Instead, he tracked her wherever she went, and became a thorn in her side even at the risk of his own life. When the opportunity arose to capture her again, he took it. Bringing her aboard the ship, he, Rex, and Gregor shared at the time, determination alight in his mismatched eyes, he was going to save her and help her heal, he wasn't going to fail her again. 

"She's one of them?" accused Zeb, recalling his encounters with the pests known as Inquisitors. Although he'd admit he didn't know who they were before, just that they were out hunting for his friends, his family in Kanan and Ezra. Thrust they were his enemy. 

"Was" corrected Rex, not taking any notice when Zeb fell into silence and Sabine glanced to Kanan and Ezra, seeing their surprise upon hearing one could stop being an inquisitor. "Wolffe refused to give up on (Y/N). When he had the chance to get her away from the Empire he took it, we tried for months to help her, and it worked for a time until it became clear they wouldn't let her go" he added, shivering at the memory of Vader hunting them, of the villages and towns he burnt and the innocents who were slain just to get to her. 

"They killed her" guessed Sabine, not seeing any other fate that could have been waiting for the former Jedi Knight. Although the Mandalorian could only assume her death if it was at the hands of the empire, wouldn't have been quick. They would have seen her as a threat to them, those who rebelled against their iron fist rule would have seen her as a beckon of hope. 

"No, I did" growled Wolffe, standing briefly before slumping back into his chair again. (Y/N)'s lightsaber tightly in his grasp, the only thing he truly had left of her now. A stray tear slid down his cheek upon remembering the day burnt into his memory. The four of them were on the run, looking for a way to lose Vader, and the Inquisitors hunting them, looking for a way to get off the planet. When it became clear they had no way out, when they became cornered, (Y/N) fought Vader and the Inquisitors off for as long as she could, all but ordering Rex, Wolffe, and Gregor to go. 

But Wolffe had refused to leave, he couldn't bear to lose her again, lose another he loved. So he stayed at her side until she used her power to push him away. Speaking the haunting words of I Love You beforehand. The moment the former Commander of the 104th Battalion realized the inquisitors intended to turn her to the dark side again, he made the hardest choice. Once again he aimed his blaster, but this time at (Y/N), he closed mismatched eyes and pulled the trigger. He saved her from further torment, assured she would finally be at peace, but at the cost of shattering his own heart and being forced to live without her. 

"It was the only way to save her" whispered Wolffe, knowing she was still with him. He felt her there during the moments when his PTSD got the better of him. He felt her hand on his shoulder and could swear sometimes he heard her voice willing him to continue his fight. He sensed her there during the toughest moments when he struggled with the past. 

"That's why you went into hiding" commented Ezra, figuring the trio of clones hadn't just decided to "retire" due to their accelerated aging. They were among some of the best battle-tested minds there was. The rebellion needed them to survive, but it was becoming clear at least Wolffe needed a reason to fight. He'd lost his will the day he had to kill (Y/N) to save her from repeating the cruelty of being broken and twisted again until she lost herself once more. 

"We know (Y/N) would have taken the opportunity to stick it to the empire if she was here" laughed Gregor, his golden eyes glued to the hologram of the Jedi Knight in question. To the hologram of the friend waiting for them. "She was a fighter, a shining light of hope we needed during the darkest days of the war. Let's not let her down now by sitting by and doing nothing" 

"So you'll fight with us" questioned Zeb

"Yup" replied Gregor. "It's about time we remembered who we are, right Wolffe?" he added, nudging Wolffe who had since stood, the old Commander didn't pay much attention though, instead looking to the back door of the old walker. Where he could have sworn he'd seen a figure bathed in a blue glow standing. Where he saw (Y/N) standing, nodding with a proud grin, as if she was finally answering his call to see her again. As if she was encouraging them to fight for something they chose to believe in rather than something forced upon them like the Republic and Empire. 

"You see her right?" asked Wolffe, too afraid to look away in case she disappeared again. Rex only offered a small soft smile upon seeing (Y/N), a guiding angel for them to follow, as she had been once before in what felt like a lifetime ago. A life that seemed far less complicated than the one they had now. Back then they were soldiers created to fight a war, to sacrifice. Now they were relics of the same past as the Jedi and the Republic. They survived the horrors the empire threw at them, abandoned and left to fend for themselves, broken and forgotten by the galaxy around them. 

But now, it was time to rise and fight once again. Remind the Emperor why clones were created in the first place and remind him why they were better than the conscripted troopers he relied on to defend the weakening empire. This time they weren't going to be soldiers of the republic, commanders in a war they didn't choose. They would be beacons of hope amidst the shadow the empire cast across the galaxy, they were going to fight and sacrifice for a cause they chose to fight for. 

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[techtalksfics]

The Phoenix Rises (Part 2 of If I had known - Tech x Reader)

Summary: The reader hasn't seen Tech, Omega or their brothers in so long. On the night the Empire stormed the city, she knew what had happened. Rising above her fears and insecurity, she sets out on a mission she doesn't know she'll survive.

Author's Note: So I don't know how good I am at combat writing. Not a favourite of mine. But I wanted to write a what happens next.

Warnings: a little gore and references to torture? No behaviour outside the ordinary Clone Wars episode.

Word Count: 7.6 K (I'm getting out of hand now)

“CIDDERAN SCALEBACK,” you voice boomed through the parlour, “get your slithery, scaley ass OUT HERE NOW.” Bolo and Ketch made a beeline for the door immediately and you knew why. You'd never raised your voice like that before, not with such anger. Never like this.

The before, you’d hidden yourself away, locked in your apartment as the chaos of the Empire swelled and boomed around Ord Mantell. From the window, you saw them take Omega. You saw them take the girl you considered to be your little sister. But what could you have done really? You weren't a solider. You were just some nobody kid from a nowhere part of the world.

Yet, it felt like it fell to you to fix this because deep down inside of you, you’d known exactly what had happened and who was responsible for it.

Cid appeared at the door, shoulders slumped, “alright, alright, stop your yammering. I’m right here.” The moment you saw her, you strode directly over to her and punched her square in the side of her face. She fell back, knocked by the weight of your full force assault. She knew she deserved that. She had been waiting for you to show up.

“It was you, wasn’t it?” You seethed, nostrils flaring, “you gave them up. Let me guess, received yourself a nice sizeable reward in return huh?” She stood straight and stretched herself at the shoulders and looked you square in the eye. She had a case in her hand, and you instantly knew that it was the credits she’d sacrificed their lives for. You sneered at her. Cid was taken aback, not once had she seen you this angry. "Their lives were not yours to destroy."

“It was just business, kid,” she responded neutrally, “stay outta it.”

“Just business?” You voice raised several octaves as you repeated that filth. How could she? “Stay out of it?! You've dragged me into it! They are family. They were my family. You gave me them and then you gave them up as if they were nothing.”

"They were just clones, kid." You grabbed the nearest glass on the counter and threw it directly at her head. Unfortunately, she dodged it.

"They were everything, Cid. You and your dodgy deals, your spineless nature. You. This was all you." You strode forward and punched her a second time, a lot harder this time, and this time when she stumbed back, you grabbed the case and opened it. Pretty profitable business for you, huh?” You scoffed, carefully picking up one credit and chucking it at her. “That’s all you get. The rest belongs to the boys that you gave up, you poisonous snake.” She came at you, greedy for her credits, but you simply removed your new blaster from your holster and pointed it directly at her. You didn’t need to look at her to shoot. You’d been practicing, just as Tech had taught you.  

The blaster had been a very strange gift from Tech. One you were currently very grateful for. He needed to ensure that should the Empire arrive, you could protect herself. And right now, she was the Empire and it took everything inside you not to fire. So, instead, you simply warned her, don’t. She would not use another one of these credits. They were not hers to spend.

“I was your family long before they were,” she retorted, handed now rubbing the cheek you’d hit. Twice. As you watched her pain you couldn't help but think, man, that had felt good.

What were you becoming? What had this done to you? You were never this person.

“That’s right you were,” You took a step towards her, and she instinctually took two steps back, “but you are no family of mine. I don’t’ even know who you are anymore.” You closed the briefcase, the heaviness of credits yanking your arm downwards. With that you turned on your heel, pausing in the doorway. You reached out to either end of the door frame to steady yourself, a shuddering breath escaping you. You turned your head back, but only a little, “You were better than this. I thought you’d change. But once a snake, always a snake I suppose. I’ll be taking the shuttle. The one Tech and I repaired for you. I’m not sure you’ll have far to travel anyway. Call it... karmic retribution."

“What are you gonna do, huh kid?” She moved towards you, “take on the whole damn Empire?” Her arms were flailing above her as she spoke. “You’re just a nobody from Ord Mantell. What are you gonna do?” That's right, you were just some nobody; a scared, confused and sad nobody from Ord Mantell. But right now, something was being reborn inside of you. An anger, a sense of justice. A war that was not yours had just become the very thing you knew you needed to be a part of. You needed to rebel, you needed to resist.

“I’m going to start by helping fix whatever fucking mess you created. They shoulda left you on Safa Toma.” You sighed as her hand reached for your shoulder. “Omega was too good for the likes of you.”

“Goggles is dead.” She yelled at you and you knuckles whitened for grip on the door. “The Empire showed up and told them. Threw his broken goggles right there on the floor.” She pointed to the spot that she’d seen him.  You knees buckled slightly as you stared at the spot, as if you could see his broken goggles there.

“Oh, and the Empire is widely known for its reliable intel.” You knew the goggles were either truly all that were left or a very clever ploy. When did the Empire ever tell the truth.

“Those boys of yours seemed to think he was too.” You sighed, you felt like your heart was shattering on the floor. It couldn’t be true, could it? Either way, it didn’t matter it was time stand up and do the right thing. You had to fight for Omega. For Tech, even if he had gone where you could not follow.

“Even if he is,” you dropped your hands, “even if that is true, I owe it to them to fix the mistakes of a traitor.” The word dripped from your mouth, burning her as she realised how much you now hated her. Turning to face her, your eyes filled with rage, “if I hear that you have provided so much as one more piece of intel, given them up in any other way, I will come back here and I will kill you.” Her hand dropped from your shoulder, shock withering her already aged features. “Goodbye, Cidderan Scaleback.”

You looked into the blue hues of the hyperspace and wondered what the hell you were doing. You were no hero. You had no abilities, no real skill with a blaster and you were heading to planet far from your own that you did not know. What the hell were you doing?

The right thing, you heart told you.

Truthfully, you did not know what you expected to find on Coruscant. You’d never even left Ord Mantell before, let alone travelled thousands of lightyears away to a planet you knew nothing about other than it was the jewel of the Empire. It was pure luck that the shuttle you had stolen from Cid had an Imperial clearance code, probably as a result of her treachery. You shuddered at the thought. But, at least, you wouldn't stumble at the first hurdle and that's enough of a start.

As you brought the shuttle into land, you immediately found the nearest attendant and asked them to fuel up the ship, tossing a credit in their direction. He was an overweight, greying man with no defining features. The perfect dockyard assistant. A humanoid who blended into the background. As the began to walk past you, you turned and queried, “oh and you couldn’t tell me how to find Riyo Chuchi by any chance?”

His eyebrows rose into his grey Imperial cap, and he responded, “the Senator?” You simply nodded. “What do you want with that clone lover?” You saw red at that. You would not have people judged for supporting clones. But beating a man would only land you in a cell, and you were not here for that.

So, instead, grabbing him the scruff of his collar, you wrenched him toward you, “Listen here, you overweight glob of grease, if I weren’t in a rush, I’d teach you a thing or two about manners." You pulled him closer, scrutinising his features to memory for future reference, "but, as it's your lucky day and I have places to be, I’ll just take that answer as a yes. Where do I find her?”

“Kriff’s sake,” he reached up and grasped at your hands trying to be released from your hold, “alright, alright. She’s probably at the Imperial Senate. That's where most senators are. I’d start there if I were you.” As you released him, he muttered lunatic under his breath as he went to refuel your ship. You watched him go with a sneer.

As you tried to walk away confidently from the scene, feeling eyes on you, you sped around the corner of the dockyard and towards the city. You took a moment to flatten yourself against a wall, your breath heaving. You were not this person. You didn’t threaten people. You didn’t assault people and yet, you knew that this was how the new world worked and Cid had dragged you out of the light and into the shadows of traitorous ascent. You needed to rise from your fragility and become something better. If you had any chance of surviving, you had to do what you must. After all, you had to fix the damage she had done. Placing your hands flat on the wall behind you, you focused on the cool sensation of the coarse brickwork.

You’ve got this, you reminded yourself. You had no choice.

You clambered your way up the steep stairs to the taxi rank platform. For a moment, you simply looked out a sea of lights and shuttles. This truly was a different world than the one you knew. Once you broke the spell of the view, you hailed one of the infamous Coruscant Air Taxis.  As you stepped into the cab with a sigh, you requested they take you to the Imperial Senate. Much like the shipyard attendant, his eyebrows rose questioningly but instead of saying anything, you simply sped off into the city.

You took a minute to admire the breadth and vibrancy of the place that now surrounded you. But this area seemed almost as seedy as Ord Mantell, it wasn’t until you rose above the lower districts that you saw it all. The remainders of the Jedi Temple in one direction and the shining beacon of the Imperial Senate. A reminder of what has past and what is. A sight of splendour and riches you had never known. You fondled at the Imperial chain code that Tech had made you that was secure in your pocket. Hopefully it would be enough to fool any guards that came your way. Hopefully there would be none.

When you finally reached the Senate, you took a breath before entering. Act like you belong, you reminded yourself. Though your scruffy appearance would do nothing to help you with that. As you walked as assuredly as you could, you reached the guard at the desk and immediately found yourself asking for Riyo Chuchi. When he looked at your questioningly and you sighed before continuing, “please inform her that we share a mutual acquaintance by the name of Echo. She will come down for that.” You mockingly lifted your chin high as you waited, nerves swimming around your body.

When the senator, with two armed guards, appeared before you questioningly. She offered her hand for you to take and you gave your name as you shook it.

"I need you to tell me where Echo is," you said, "last I heard, he was here and I need to help them." She pulled you away from the main stretch of corridor in the nearest alcove.

"Yes, your friend is here," she said, "but first, you must learn to be a little more covert with your enquiries. Dark things fester here." A warning that spread to her eyes as she kept you by the arm in the alcove. "How do you know Echo?"

"He is like a brother to me, all of the Bad Batch are. I came as soon as the Empire left Ord Mantell." She searched your eyes for lies, as a good senator must. But she only found truth and resolve so she nodded.

"I will tell you where to go," she decided, as she pulled you back into the hallway, "but first, we must act like good friends so as to not rouse suspicion. Can you manage that?" You simply nodded, placing a fake smile upon your lips.

Hunter called out your name in disbelief, as you walked to them as they huddled around a holomap, placed carelessly on a crate in front of them. The hanger was messy and crowded. Everybody seemed to be doing everything and nothing all at once. A blonde haired clone reached for the holomap and yanked it from the table as you approached. You couldn't help but yank Hunter into a drawn out hug. You were so glad to see him. “Hunter,” you greeted him cautiously, as you pulled back from the hug, still with the credits clutched to your side. “I – uh – know this won’t make up for what Cid did but,” you threw the heavy container onto the crate and opened it, turning them to face it, “I took the credits she certainly did not deserve from turning you in. I hope they can help you, help this, somehow.” Hunter appeared tired and grief stricken, now that you truly saw his face in the dim light.

“So, it’s all true then?” You murmured in disbelief, “they took Omega?” Hunter could only nod in response and then you realised if that were true, then, “and Tech is…” you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. The lump in your throat constricting your breathing. You felt the tears brimming at your eyes.

“He fell,” Hunter said, trying to catch your eyes, “he fell saving us.” Of course, he did, you realised. Of course, he’d bloody sacrifice himself for them. Plan 99, the plan you’d always known about. He’d told you about it of course. Of 99 on Kamino and the sacrifice he made. You had tried to make him promise that he never would, even though you knew he never would promise that. You knew that if the situation called for it, he would do it without question. But he also knew that you didn’t truly expect him to promise that. You knew him too well to demand such a promise.

“I’d hoped it wasn’t true.” You sighed, grief stricken but resolute, “what can I do to help? I have a ship, the credits, a blaster… though I’m not sure I know how to use it as well as clone.” As you rambled off the ways you thought you could be useful, before Hunter simply walked towards you and placed his hand on your shoulder. “Tech taught me enough, I can help, Hunter.”

"You seem different," he said, searching your eyes for something. "Where's that fear gone?"

"Where's your happiness gone?" And then he understood that your grief was no different from his own but they had impacted you in different ways.

“Listen kid, this is going to be difficult and without Tech,” he cleared his throat, “well, we are going to struggle even more. You need to be sure you are willing to lay your life on the line because we aren't sure we will make it out of this one unscathed.”

“I love Omega. I’ll do anything I can to protect her,” you placed your hand atop his, “I’ve got this Hunter. I’ll grieve for Tech when I know Omega is safe. Just tell me what to do.” Suddenly, you whipped your head around to stare at the blonde clone who stood there watching the interaction intently, realising you'd ignored him fully. “And this is?”

“This is Rex, of the 501st.” He reached out his hand to you as Hunter introduced you as a dear friend from Ord Mantell. A title you no longer felt you deserved but were grateful for none the less. You smiled at the clone as he observed you carefully. “Rex is helping us to try and locate Omega.”

“You mean you don’t know where she is?” You almost shouted, “how is that even possible?” You ran your hands through your hair in desperation. This situation was well and truly fucked.

“The Empire is running a clandestine cloning operation,” Rex explained with an air of seniority, “it is very difficult to trace.”

"Yeah, that tracks," you grumbled, "and without Tech, tracing them must be..."

"Difficult, yes," Rex kindly finished for you as your mind drifted back to his gentle caresses.

“Fantastic,” you groaned, before realising, “I know someone who may be able to help. He can be sketchy, bit like Cid but less of a snake in the grass, and his intel is almost always good. Cid introduced us years ago." With a new found sense of purpose, you affirmed, "just leave it with me, he should be here on Coruscant.” Neither clone had a better plan, so they shrugged trusting you just enough to try and salvage this situation.

"Just remember..." Hunter began but you held your hand up to stop him.

"Covertly and carefully," you said remembering the Senator's words. "Don't worry I've got this."

And with that, you took off into the night of Coruscant, determined to find Dexter Jetter. Friend to Jedi and clone alike.

About three rotations later, you'd gone over the plan countless times. You were lazing on some crates, one leg carefully dangling off the side, letting it swing back and forth aimlessly.

Wrecker and Hunter stood beside you. Rex, Gregor and Echo stood over the holomap you'd retrieved of Mount Tantis and all the intel you'd managed to coax out of bounty hunters in bars. As it turns out, being an innocent looking female meant that intel was given out fairly freely. If you just batted your eyelids a little.

"Question, if you don't mind," you said as you leant up onto elbow. You leg suddenly very still, "how many of these plans actually go according to plan?"

"HA," Wrecker's laughter echoed through the hangar, "usually, none. But that's where the fun begins."

"You and I have very different definitions of fun, Wrecker." You reminded him gently.

"That's cus you've never tried it my way," he retorted, laughing again. When he punched your shoulder gently, you couldn't help but smirk at him. He had a point.

"So, this is it. Mount Tantis. Rescue Omega. Maybe find Crosshair? High tail it out there before too much security shows up?"

"Terminate Dr. Hemlock should we find him too," Rex reminded you.

"Right, right right. Just a minor execution hidden amongst the rescue plan." You flapped your head back down, covering your eyes with your arm, "how could I forget?"

What the holy fuck had you gotten yourself into? You groaned to yourself inwardly. You just had to keep reminding yourself, this was the right thing to do.

You'd gone over the plan again and again aboard the shuttle. Not that it mattered; you knew there was no way it would be this easy.

You’d landed the ship several hundred clicks away. You had walked with tactical devices, a blaster and the company of nothing but clones for what felt like an eternity. You were barely able to control your breathing without heaving. You thought you were going to throw up. The uphill struggles you felt on the walk, clearly did not affect anyone else. Some cardio may be needed if I'm to keep doing this, you thought to yourself. Then, on top of all of that, was the cliff face, of which there was only one way up and the tip of it was nowhere in sight. You sighed and as you stared upwards, Rex came to stand beside you, to simply ask, “are you sure you’re ready for this, kid?” You nodded resolutely.

Just think of Omega. Just think of Omega. You repeated to yourself in an odd sort of mantra as you began to scale the side of the cliff. Luckily, you had some experiences in climbing on the outer edges of Ord Mantell. But nothing like this. You knew that if you simply did not look down and focused on each movement you would be fine. Climb slowly to scale quickly. That was what you had always known to be true.

“We’re gonna die. We’re gonna die. We’re gonna die.” Was all you could hear Wrecker saying beside you. You looked over to him, eyebrow cocked, as if to say, seriously? “I don’t like heights. Tha’s all.”

“Well that little mantra of yours definitely isn’t going to help.” You hissed back. “Climb slow to scale quickly,” you told him. “And stop looking down for goodness sake.”

“R-right. Climb Slow. Scale Fast.” He nodded before continuing his climb. You felt some comfort in knowing he was afraid too. It made you feel like less out of place amongst this group. You each continued upon the path upwards. Your hands began to ache and your legs throbbed from the pain but you knew you had to persevere. For Tech's sister, you reminded yourself. This was for Omega.

Landing at the top, you all took immediate cover. Noticing the dockyard was eerily empty, you all crept silently along to the wall, heading directly for the entrance. This was it. No turning back now. As you crept behind Rex, relying on his knowledge to see you through, his hand moved to halt you, as TK troopers, patrolled the hallway. You slammed yourself into the wall as quietly as you could.

As they patrolled on by, unaware of your presence, you pulled out the PADD and located the prison corridor where you suspected you’d find Omega. Directing Rex and Gregor down the corridor, you continued to follow the map as they guarded you. Realising you were suddenly assuming Tech’s usual roll in all of this.

Twists and turns, ducking and dodging all the troopers. This place was heavily fortified and there was only so many times that Echo could jam their security feed before an error was made. You simply did not have enough time and you knew when, not if, when this went wrong, it was going to be one hell of fight to get out again.

When you finally arrived at the cells, you searched and searched for Omega as Rex and Gregor set about freeing as many clones and prisoners as they could. You ran frantically down, head flipping from side to side until you found her. Your eyes went wide as she ran towards the barrier calling out your name in surprise. You raised your finger to your lips as if to quieten her. “Hunter,” you whispered, “over here.” Immediately, he was at your side, working on the panel to release the shield.

She immediately fell into his arms and you smiled; she had tears in her eyes. Until suddenly, she rammed into your side, hugging you too. Until she looked up at you, a pained expression on her features. “T-tech,” she began.

“He’s dead,” you sighed, “I know, kid.” “N-no, he’s down that way. I-in the testing facility,” she said all in one breath, “Crosshair’s there too. He refused to give us up. I – I don’t know what that doctor did to him. To either of them.” You could hear the desperation in his voice.  He’s alive?! Your brain was screaming in a million different ways. There was a ringing in your ears as your brain tried to take everything in. You handed her the map and told her to show you where. She pointed to the rough area where they were being held, though she said she couldn't be certain.

“Okay,” you said with authority, “Rex, Gregor… get these clones outta here and on that shuttle. Omega, go with them.” Rex simply looked at you with a smirk on his face and simply said, “and like that, she was a phoenix borne from the ashes.” You smirked at him and gave him a nod of friendship. Behind you, Omega went to protest your command but Hunter grabbed her shoulder and nodded that she should listen, “Omega, if you don’t get out of here then we came here for nothing. Please, go.” You'd gotten onto one knee, a hand on a shoulder. The whole thing, it was almost a beg.

“That’s an order, soldier,” Hunter murmured to her. The only thing that would make her go.

With reluctance, she took towards Rex and tried to help the stragglers reach safety. Hunter watched her dumbly as she did so. To have been so close and now leaving her in the care of regs was not easy for him. “Hunter,” you commanded, “Wrecker, Echo, you three need to come with me. Let’s go get our boys back.” Wrecker raised his hand for a high five and you smiled before raising your hand to his.

All stunned by your sudden authority, they simply complied. Everyone rushing into action as silently as possible. You knew that the alarms would be triggered as soon as someone checked the feed for the prison cell or when they noticed the feeds for the corridors leading back to the entrance had all gone dark. You had so little time, but you would not leave without him.

You’d lost him once. Not again.

You removed your blaster from your holster and began leading the Batchers down the corridors, stopping only to hide from further patrols or when Echo needed to disable a door or camera. The closer you got, the more nervous you became. What if you were too late? What if he was too injured?

There were so many what ifs running through your mind as you made your way towards the testing lab Omega had pointed out. And as Echo worked on the door, you thought your heart may explode for fear of what you may found.

That’s when a platoon of six TK troopers rounded the corner and yelled ‘halt’ at you. Echo paused only momentarily before continuing on the door. You reached into your pocket and threw a stunning device dead centre between them. Seconds later, they were down.

“Nicely done,” Wrecker boomed, and you gave him another stern look. Subtlety really was not his strong suit. “Sorry,” he whispered. The doors suddenly opened, and you turned.

What you saw did little to quell that fear etched into your heart. Tech and Crosshair were strapped to two separate tables and neither seemed conscious. After checking the room was empty, you ran straight to Tech, clutching to him in relief as the monitors showed the stable rhythm of his heart. You pressed your forehead to his clammy one. He stirred slightly. He was alive.

“Tech, hey,” you placed your hand on his head, tears streaming from your eyes, “Tech, it’s me. I’m here.” You stroked at his head gently as his brothers unbuckled his restraints. He reached out to touch your face.

“W-what?” Tech’s eyes were foggy, glassy. It was as if he couldn’t see you. What the hell had they done?! A rage surged through you at the sight of him. “What trickery is this? What cruelty is this?” He groaned out in pain, and he was finally free of the restraints. You continued to just stroke his hair gently, whispering gentle words of safety as he called out for them to stop. Once he was free, his brothers went to help Crosshair.

“No trickery, Tech, I promise I’m here,” you whispered close to his ear, taking his hand in yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. You realised you had little time and needed to convince him it was you. So you said the words that only you knew, “if I had but known…” you whispered lowly to him and his eyes finally focused, looking you dead in the eye.

“What are you doing here?” His voice an urgent plea, as the reality of the situation came crashing down upon him. “You shouldn’t be here. Why are you here?”

“Oh, you know, fancied a tea party on Imperial soil and who doesn’t love a tea party in a clandestine medical facility?” You joked and he sputtered a laugh at that. “I’m here for you, silly man. Well, technically, I thought you were dead. So, I was here for Omega and then she said she’d seen you. Now, I’m here for you and I’m not going anywhere without you. Not again.” You squeezed his hand again, his grip getting firmer on yours. “We need to move and fast. We don’t have long and I’m not sure I can carry your weight and fire all at once.”

“G-give me the blaster.” He mumbled, heaving in a weighty, laboured breath, as he moved to sit upright. “You keep me steady, and I’ll shoot. It would be the more effective plan.” Even halfway to death, his plans were still more logical than yours. But you were no tactician. Handing him the blaster, you placed his arm around his shoulder and counted him up to movement. His legs buckled slightly and with all of your might, you tried to keep him upright.

You looked to your left and saw that Crosshair had been on the bed next to him, unconscious. Hunter had gone to him with Wrecker. Wrecker lifted his limp body from the bed, hoisted him over his shoulder with ease and made for the door.

Then, suddenly, the alarms went. Well, you couldn’t help but think, that was almost a smooth operation.

When Tech finally steadied himself, he gave you a brief nod and you moved towards the door with the others. Omega was safe. Wrecker, Echo, Hunter, Crosshair and Tech were all with you. The full Bad Batch working together; surely, you’d escape with such a formidable group, right? Even if two of them were injured. They'd been injured before. This would be fine, right? But you couldn’t stop your heart hammering in your chest. You didn’t want to die. You’d just wanted to do the right thing. You didn't want to die here.

We just have to get to Rex on that shuttle. Then you would be able to go home, safe. But where was home now? Kriff’s sake, you moaned to yourself, no time for that now. Worry about home later.

As Echo opened the door, there was intense blaster fire immediately coming through the door. You pushed Tech against the wall to the right, earning an 'oomf' sound from deep in his throat and you simply held Tech to your side, plastered against the wall and hoped that the others could handle the TK troopers. Everyone held their position as the blaster fire continued.

“Am I about to find out about this infamous Wrecker strategy?” You joked as you held yourself and Tech steady against the metal framework of the wall.

“Hell YEAH,” he boomed and ran dead centre into the door frame, firing at will. Laughing as he did so. You peered around the wall to find his stance firm as he fired at will.

“It’s not really a strategy, is it?” You whispered to Tech who looked up at you.

“No, it is more of an active extemporisation.” He informed you and you scrunched your face up in agreement. Yet, his particular brand of explosive chaos seemed to be working. So you pulled Tech alongside you and made for the exit as fast as you could.

You were still able to successfully hide in the numerous alcoves but the moment you reached the open space of the hangar bay, blaster fire began coming from every angle. You reached for your second blaster and using your non-dominant hand to aim, you began firing at the troops blocking your escape.

You limped your way across the landing pad as Tech tried with all his might to hit on target as he aimed at the approaching troopers. His aim was understandably off but there was no excuse for their pathetic aim. Tech managed hit after hit until you reached the cliff face.

“Now what?” You shouted at Hunter, who appeared at your side. He lifted Tech over his shoulder and shouted ‘climb’ at you. “Wrecker, come on!” You yelled at the clone still emitting heavy blaster fire at the troopers. Echo had Crosshair loosely over his shoulder as he began to climb downwards.

You needed time, to get below the cloud line. You remembered the smoke device in your other pocket and as you threw it, you yelled at Wrecker to climb. And so he did.

You’d managed to buy yourself just enough time to get low enough that the erratic blaster fire from above missed all of you. Luck, that was pure luck.

As you ran through the wooded area, you continued to provide cover fire with Wrecker. Ducking behind and weaving through the trees as Echo and Hunter carried the fallen brothers to the shuttle.

As you got the gangplank, Hunter handed Tech back to you and began to help Wrecker buy some time. The ship was crowded with clones which, truthfully, was quite an alarming sight.

You helped Tech weave through the sea of them and then suddenly you called out, “which bunk is his?” Does it really matter, you wondered to yourself. You just needed to get him somewhere safe.

“Furthest on the left,” Hunter called out as the ship clunked closed and immediately burst into the sky. Wrecker ran for the gunner’s seat and began to fire at the deployed Imperial air support.

You followed his directions and lowered Tech onto his bed. As you stood to move, he grabbed your hand and appealed that you stay. How could you refuse him? You couldn’t refuse the man a thing. Placing your hand on his, you promised him, “I will be back just as soon as we actually get out of here.” He simply nodded dumbly at you.

He barely recognised this version of you. You were thinner, more exhausted, the mirth seemed to have diminished in your eyes. You were hardened. There was no fear. Where had the girl from Ord Mantell gone? This was not that like that night at your door. How did you change so drastically? From a girl scared of her feelings to a fighter for the rebellion. You gave orders, lay your life on the line, scaled up and down a cliff face and faced off blaster fire. His mind reeled at the changes, but he simply lay his head back and tried to relax himself. His body ached and his mind was exhausted. He was simply grateful to be alive.

The second you jumped to hyperspace, you ran back and knelt beside him, keeping his warm in both of yours and he simply lay there staring at you, he couldn't help but take in the features of your face. He'd almost forgotten what you looked like, thanks to Dr. Hemlock. Sudenly, Rex appeared in the doorway and came in to place his hand on your shoulder, “you did well out there, soldier. Kept your cool, mostly,” he said, glancing at Tech with a smirk, “we wouldn’t have them without your help. You have my thanks.”

“No, thank you, Captain, you didn’t force me to leave him again,” removing one hand from Tech's, you offered him your arm in bond, which he returned. As he left the quarters of the ship, leaving you alone with Tech once again. You refocused your attention on him, small tears of joy forming in your eyes. A small smile on your lips, until you noticed a peculiar look in his eyes.

“You seem different,” Tech eventually murmured as he squeezed his hand into yours differently. Tears began streaming down your cheeks.

“A phoenix borne from the ashes,” you reminded him.

“Well, I decided to paint my ledger with a little red,” you told him quietly, “that changes a person.”

"DAMN RIGHT IT DOES!" Wrecker bellowed from the doorway, entering with a laugh. "Wha' did Rex call you again?"

“That’s it,” Wrecker said, plopping down next to both of you, “your girl’s a damn phoenix, Tech. When she heard you were alive, weren’t no damn clone gonna stop her gettin’ to you. Told you you’d like my way of doin’ things.” He laughed again, clipping you on the shoulder with his first. You had to admit… deep down, you had enjoyed doing things the Wrecker way. Even if it was chaotic.

Wrecker fell silent and then you all humbly fell into a companionable silence. Then, Wrecker noticed you holding onto Tech’s hand and flushed a soft pink before excusing himself, rather awkwardly, realising he’d interrupted a moment of some sort. You'd been parted a long time, and he'd just sort of barged his way into it. He was just glad to have his brothers back.

“Is that true?” Tech said as he rested his head softly on its side as he stared at you. You shrugged, unable to truly process the actions of the past several hours. You truly were not the same person he had left behind all those rotations ago. “If I had but known…” Tech repeated, as he had done so long ago, with a soft smile on his lips, “if I had but known you were phoenix waiting to be reborn…”

“What can I say? You boys, Omega… you changed me. The Empire brought the fight to my family, and I wasn’t… I couldn’t…” You began to sob, a sob which touched every part of your being, with your head pressed into your joined hands. “You were dead, Tech. I couldn’t just go on the way I was. They took you from me.”

In that moment, Tech sat up in his bed with a slight groan. He patted the space beside you, and you complied still sobbing uncontrollably, he pulled you flush against him. “I am right here beside you,” he reminded you as he simply held onto you. You realised that these were the tears you’d been holding back for so long. It was over and everyone was safe.  “I do not intend to go anywhere again anytime soon. No tea parties at Mount Tanis for us.” You couldn’t help but giggle at this.

You wiped away your tears and stared at him with a sheepish gaze, “I blame that comment on the phoenix.”

“Well, the phoenix is certainly a mighty creature.” He placed a hand softly beneath your chin, encouraging you to raise your eyes, “one of hope and renewal. It is rather fitting when I truly think of it.” You placed his hand on his cheek and carefully brought his lips to yours. Gentle and sweet. You would push it no further than that. The sensation of his plush but cracked lips against yours was more than enough. A demonstration of the hope renewed in you now that he was at your side again.

You pulled away suddenly, a thought racing to enter your mind and interrupting your tender moment with Tech, though you remained close to one another.

“Hey, Hunter,” you called out and you heard the gentle thud of movement as he popped his head around the corner, “where the fuck are we going now?” Tech smiled as he realised your mind was still on the mission. Perhaps you were far more like him than either of you had previously realised.

“Pabu.” He said simply, before closing the curtain to the bunks and walked away.

“What the kriff is a Pabu?” You asked, looking at Tech perplexed.

“A remote isle. They - ” Tech paused to groan as he lay back down, “they will not find us there. Will you stay now?” He asked, searching your eyes for the warmth he loved so dearly. “I thought of you so often and now you are here. Please do not go away again?” Your eyes couldn’t help but warm at the sentiment.

And so, you carefully lay yourself down beside him and pressed your face into his neck. “I’m going nowhere. But promise me something,” you whispered into his neck and he hummed, “please stop going places that require that kind of extraction.” He barked a small laugh but the pain overcame it before the mirth managed to reach his voice.

“I will try.” He whispered as he turned his head into your soft hair with a contented sigh.

You’d all arrived on Pabu as weary refugees and were welcomed instantly. By Phee. By Shep. By countless others. Even though many of you had arrived, with very little warning that you would, they took you all in with good grace. They set about healing and helping you all wherever they could. You were grateful.

After spending the afternoon with Omega, simply catching up on all that you’d missed and chasing moonyo’s around the winding steps of the city. Hunter came and found you, calling you to dinner. As you moved to go with them, Hunter stopped you by the shoulder. Perplexed, you simply looked at him, fear etched into you. Where you no longer welcome?

“Relax,” he said as he felt your tension, “Tech is waiting for you. He’s down on the docks.” With a simple but knowing smile, he pointed you in the direction of his location. You walked slowly down the steps, unsure of what to expect. When you arrived, you heart soared. A healed Tech was sitting with his legs over the edge of the wall, simply looking out at the sunset.

“Hi,” you offered up meekly. He turned slightly to look at you with a small smile on his lips. You sat beside him on a woollen blanket with a grunt. All of that climbing had left an ache in your body that you’d never felt before and without the adrenaline, boy did it hurt.

“I did not know how to express my gratitude,” Tech began, adjusting his goggles. “Then Omega and Hunter recommended a simple dinner shared between us. Shep set up the dinner itself. I was just informed to be here at a certain time.” He looked at your awkwardly, and when you said nothing, when you continued to stare out at the sunset, “I believe I owe you my thanks. For saving my life. For saving Omega and Crosshair also.”

You looked at him with confusion, “that was very much a group effort, Tech.”

“Yes, well, they are clones. It is in their DNA to fight. It is not in yours. You went above and beyond all that could have been expected.” You reached in and kissed his cheek.

“I’d do it a thousand times over if it meant you were safe.” He simply looked at you as you couldn’t meet his eye. This was the version of you he could remember. Not the soldier. Not the tactician. The nervous woman he’d fallen for long ago. Suddenly, you turned and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek and his hand instinctually reached up to touch the spot which was warmed by your affection.

"I thought about you every day," you told him, taking a sip of your poured wine.

"I thought of you also, perhaps not every day. But certainly more than I should have, given the circumstances," he looked at you peculiarly, "I had almost forgotten those eyes. When I lost my data PADD with our photo and was separated from my brothers, I had to rely on memory alone. But I feel as though somehow you saved my mind." He showed you his new device in his hand, the photo had been placed the background once more.

You smiled up at him, placing a hand on his cheek. "Perhaps soon, a new photo would be in order?" He agreed wholeheartedly.

“You know, I think I could do it.” You said suddenly.

“Do what?” He asked quickly, wondering where your thoughts were.

“Help with the effort against the Empire.” You began to pick at your nails as you spoke. “What they’re doing… what they did to you, to so many…it’s wrong.”

“It is.” He agreed simply. “But there are others that could do that job.” He reached over the blanket and grasped at your fidgety hands and brought one to settle between you. “You were admirable and commendable. But there are others.”

“You don’t think I could do it?” It was a painful question to ask him. After all that, he still thought you were some fragile thing that needed protecting.

“I have no doubt that you could.” He sighed slightly, struggling for the right words. “I just wish that you would stay here. With me. At least for now. I have been craving to be near you, to be with you, ever since we left Ord Mantell. I do not wish to part from you again so easily. This war will go on for a long time yet. We can rejoin the effort after I have done all the things I wish to do. Things I hope you want to do as well.”

He reached over and cupped your chin, as you often did with his, and he quickly brought his lips to yours. It was soft and sweet and contained all the things neither of you could say to each other. At least, not yet. When you pulled away, an airy smile on your face, “I think I could do that.”

"Good," he affirmed, "now, please eat something. You're thinner than the optimum weight for someone of your height." He took a berry into his hand and pushed it towards you. Instead of taking it with your hand, you leaned forward, tucking your hair behind your ears and took the berry with your mouth. Not once did you break eye contact. His lips parted as he watched you. Yes. He certainly liked this bolder version of you.

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Gregor x Reader: A Series of Dates

First Date in a While

Date #2 - Admitting Your Self-Consciousness

Date #3 - Beach Day

Date #4 - Change of Plans

Date #5 - A Private Chef

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Pairing: Gregor Samsa (Limbus Company)/Fixer!Reader Warnings: Emetophobia Commissioned by @wizardofwoof Previous | Next

Gregor’s dreaming was always restless, troubled, agitated.

Usually plagued with nightmares, he thought he’d get used to it at some point. That point never came. In fact, it just made him more uneasy when his dreams weren’t horrific in nature.

Like this one. Too good to be true, the warmth holding him tightly and telling him everything he ever wanted to hear. How his work was finally done, how many people he saved and how he could rest. How he was loved, and how he could rest. To settle down with that Fixer from the Zwei, someplace far away from the City — such a place had to exist, didn’t it?

He doesn’t respond much in his dream, in the sense that he brought not much to the conversation. He did speak a lot, in quiet I love yous as he shivered in the embrace.

Dreams like that made him uneasy. But when he awoke, with everything ripped from him, he nearly ripped himself apart with it.

He lay in bed for a while, not doing anything, slowly catching his breath. Eventually, slowly, he forced himself from the not-comforting-enough sheets and trailed along the walls of Mephistopheles to meet up with the other Sinners.

“Vergil~ Ver… c’mon, don’t you think you owe us a little stop?”

Red pierced the dull light filtering through the bus windows, causing Gregor to squint and grumble under his breath. Rodion causing problems already? “I’m not sure what makes you think I owe you anything. Need I remind you that you work for the Company? You take on whatever I tell you to, with no complaints.” The manager’s ticking sped up as Dante tried to calm their boss. The Color placed a hand on their shoulder as he stepped away, instead opting to converse with Charon (but not before ordering them to get their Sinners under control with a huff.)

<Where exactly are you wanting to go anyway, Rodion?>

“Any number of places… ah, what were they… South Section 1? …3? 6?” “EAT,” Ryoshu spoke pointedly, once again not being clear with her intentions, despite how confident she sounded. And, as he usually does, Sinclair was the one to pipe up to elaborate on her odd acronyms. “I… think that means ‘Everything Already Told.’ Something like all of the above, right?” As if affirming Sinclair’s assumption, Ryoshu flicked her cigarette out the window and turned to face the group. “The areas listed belong to that of the Zwei Association,” she explained with a smirk, “the last group of Fixers we worked with.” With a nod, Dante turned their attention to Rodion again. <What do you want with them?>

Rodion glanced at Gregor from the corner of her eye, and instantly he felt hot. She wasn’t trying to set him up, was she? “I’m pretty sure one of them pocketed my chicken voucher off me… you don’t want to start paying for my meals now, do you? We’ll be in and out, I promise!”

What a load of shit, Gregor held back the spiteful phrase as he bit his lip and waited in his seat. It took quite a bit of asking from Dante (and quite a bit of translating from Faust), but eventually, Vergilius gave in on the pretense that he really didn’t want to spend more money than he had to on the Sinners — and, they argued, their money was his money. So they were going to find the Zwei Association, wherever they were.

The first stop was the 3rd South Section. Or was the ‘3’ part of the title, and not a method of categorizing? Such useless questions bounced around inside Gregor’s head, distracting him from the growing pit in his stomach that Rodion was slowly digging deeper. “You owe me for this.” “No, I don’t… I didn’t ask for it either.” “But you know it’s for the best, don’t you?” “...I didn’t say that.” Despite averting his gaze, he can still hear the woman stifle a chuckle, informing him that he was still as poor an actor as he ever was.

When Dante came to a stop and Faust began speaking in their place, it was clear to the rest of the Sinners that there was some sort of negotiation taking place. Rodion even sneaked to their sides to continue spreading her web of lies, leaving her friend to hope she wouldn’t cause more trouble.

Though, if she had gone through that much trouble, he should at least follow through on what he had said that night. Slipping past the crowds and into the office, he squinted his eyes as he searched and even began calling out one name in particular. Eventually, he saw a hand raised, and before it had even dawned on him, he was rushing to the spot with his heart pounding in his ears.

You had returned only moments ago from an individual mission, unloading your weapons and other necessities from your aching back. You laugh, amused at seeing the same brunet consecutively every other week, but you didn’t mind. The first meeting was a welcome one, after all, and your feelings remained genuine.

“I- I need… to tell you something,” he spoke through labored breaths, clearly having sprinted to your spot. “Shoot!” “Uh… I don’t think- not here, is there any chance I can pull you away for a minute?” The interaction seemed increasingly awkward, which only made you feel more worried about him. What could possibly have gotten him so riled up? How naive you must be.

Regardless, you agree, and just barely mention to get away from the eyes of the Company and the Association managers. You can’t tell if he’s averting his eyes due to the lowering sun, the light dancing on his face, though the words heavy on his tongue are all too obvious to himself.

“I love you,” Gregor says.

“Huh?” “The mission, the other day… I said ‘I love you.’ You didn’t hear me.” Your eyes widen as you’re shot with an almost cartoonish flashback. “Oh… oh, hah. Haha. You see, what’s funny is I did hear that, but I thought I made it up…” The soldier’s shoulders slumped, seeming to take the response as a negative. “Me too,” you add. It was his turn to respond, “Huh,” with the most dumbfounded look.

“I guess ‘I love you too’ would’ve worked better- sorry for the confusion!” He continues staring at you, not really registering the phrase. You grab the insectoid arm again, appreciating the texture once more.

Wordlessly, he grabs onto your other hand and just stares into the interlocking of your fingers.

“This’ll be convoluted, won’t it… promise you’ll visit more?” You question with a tilt of your head.

“Promise.” He opens his mouth again to add more but suddenly jerks free from your grasp as a round-up is called, causing his hair to frizz up. “Guess Rodion’s problem was solved…” “See you, Gregor Samsa.”

The look he gives you has the innocence of a newly formed butterfly.

“See you.”

[awkward-tension-art]

Miscellaneous Drabbles

These are unfinished drabbles I thought of but have no idea what to do with tbh

Enjoy! because I have no idea what to do with these!

None of these are proof read at all!

Lost and Found (Gregor x F!Reader)

cw: Separatist!reader, Count Dooku, mention of dead clone

“Ma’am, I think it’s best if you return to the ship.” One of your droid bodyguards followed your steps. 

“No.” You snapped, walking towards the wreckage of the Republic transport. You were refueling on some remote, backwater planet called Abafar when a ship had breached the planet's atmosphere and crashed. 

You stepped over a body. The plastoid was familiar. 

Clones. Republic forces. 

Perhaps you could get some information from whatever was left of the ship. 

Something collapsed and the commando droids guarding you immediately aimed their rifles. Out of the burning wreckage stumbled another clone. 

The armor was bulky, scratched and...different. Unique.

Clone commando. You narrowed your eyes and remained still, watching him take two steps forward before collapsing. 

“Is he alive?” You asked, looking over to one of the droids. 

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Take him with us.” You responded, “I’m sure the Count would like to know I have a new toy.”

Once you got back to your ship, you made a call. After a few moments, the holo of Count Dooku appeared on your ship's console. 

“Father,” You lowered your head in greeting, “Congratulations on your victory of Sarrish.”

“Thank you, my daughter.” He sounded somewhat proud of himself, “But is there another reason you called?” 

“I found a clone commando,” You informed him, “I’d like to keep him for myself.” 

“Interesting find.” Your father rubbed his chin in thought, “Get whatever information you can out of him. After that he’s yours to do whatever you wish.”

“Of course, father. Thank you.” You bowed, “I'll see you again soon.”

“Stay safe, my daughter.”

The holo ended and you turned, watching as your droid bodyguards restrained the unconscious man. 

What a curious find indeed….

Massage (Tup x Reader)

cw: Fluff, headaches, Tup has better hair than me

You noticed how Tup rubbed his temples sometimes. Your cyare sometimes dealt with headaches with seemingly no known cause. 

He was doing it again as he sat on his bed in the barracks. Other clones mingled around, either resting, reading or just mingling about.

You had an idea. 

Tup opened one eye as you sat next to him, “Hello, love.” he greeted sweetly. 

“Another headache?” You looked at him in concern.

He nodded, “It’s not a problem, I can handle it.”

You hummed, moving to sit behind him. He looked at you confused but didn’t say anything. Carefully your fingers removed the tie he kept his hair in. It fell to his shoulders in soft curls.

“Oh!” He jerked slightly, “Um, love, what are you…?”

“Shhh I want to see if this helps.” You murmured, beginning to run your fingers through his curly strands. His hair was soft and shiny, which was a surprise for a soldier. 

You dug your fingers into his scalp gently, massaging his head. 

“O-oh…” Tup melted, letting out a soft whine. 

“Better?” You smiled, moving closer to him. 

His response was soft, bordering a quiet moan, “Yes…” he moved, deciding to lean into your chest as you kept massaging his scalp. He practically became puddy in your hands. 

You laughed softly, planting a kiss on his temple. 

Signal (Echo x Reader)

CW: Hacking, swearing, mentions of the Citadel,

The signal you found was a fun one to mess with. Perhaps playing with Separatist channels wasn’t the safest way to pass your time, but….

Well, despite being a neutral party in the war, you had friends in the Republic. 

You typed away on your pad, and the signal jumped and jerked. It reacted as if you hurt the thing. 

Signals couldn’t feel pain. They usually came from programs or droids, so you continued with your poking and prodding. However after a second, something tugged at your heart. 

Damn, your empathy. 

With an eye roll, you typed to the program broadcasting the signal. 

‘Sorry for hurting you.’

You waited. After a second, the signal hummed, as if singing a small tune. 

….what…? Why does it seem so….human?

-I am alright. I am alright. I am alright. 

“Okay…” you mumbled to yourself, “Weird ass program…” Your curiosity got the better of you, so you made a live connection. This would open your location up to be tracked but, you wouldn’t be long, “What’s your name?”

-CT-1409. CT-1409. CT-1409. CT-1409.

Something in you crashed. You knew the clones of the Republic had numbers just like those. 

Did you accidentally hack into a Republic channel!?

“Uh…shit.” You mumbled, scrambling to find a way to be as unthreatening as possible, “W-where are you?” 

-Citadel. Citadel. Get to the ship. Must protect the ship. 

The Citadel? That's a separatist prison made specifically for Jedi. What the fuck is going on!?

That couldn’t be right. Your computers were telling you that the signal was coming from Skako Minor, “Are you alone?” You asked, carefully.

-Fives. Fives. Fives. Where's Fives? Where’s Fives?

Fives…a fellow clone, most likely. 

“Do you need help?” Your eyes roamed the computer in front of you. This program was sounding more and more like a disoriented person in desperate need of help.

Please. Please. Please. Help. Help. Get to the ship.

Your blood ran cold, “Don’t…don’t worry. I’ll think of something. I’ll contact the Republic to help you.” You swallowed, “I have your clone number. But what's your actual name?”

I am Echo. I am Echo. I am Echo.

Dance (Padme x Reader)

CW: politics, political scheming, Padme being a lovely queen, I am actually in love with her

She was certainly a beautiful woman. Senator Amidala. 

You, a senator of Confederacy of Independent Systems, were attending something of a ball in Sataran, one of the neutral planets. It was another useless attempt for peace. 

Your fellow colleagues were tense and unhappy, after all, the Jedi and some of their own clone slaves were acting security. 

You…didn’t entirely care. The Jedi, even with all their problems, weren't going to slaughter unarmed politicians. Besides, you had better things to focus on. 

Such as a fascinating senator. 

Padme Amidala was well known, even to the politics of the CIS. A driver of peace. A symbol of a united galaxy. Someone who is trying to end the war with as little blood shed as possible. She was speaking with one of your colleagues, Senator Sapha. 

You stood, and approached. In another time, maybe you could have been friends. But tonight, you had information. Information that may secure you a position in the Republic.

This war will end badly for the CIS. You’ve seen the patterns. The losses. you needed allies for when the Republic wins. 

“Senator Amidala?” You spoke her name and she turned, “May I have this dance?” You introduced yourself with a bow and an open hand. 

She gave you a critical gaze and a careful smile, “Of course.”

You both walked to the dance floor, listening to the music. Just as predicted, you had eyes on you. Behind her, one of the Jedi guards was glaring at you. His arms were crossed, and his gaze intense. 

You gave him a smirk and began a slow waltz. 

Someone is jealous. Unrequited love? Or a secret relationship?

“I don’t believe I've had the pleasure,” Padme spoke as you two danced to the slow ballroom music.

“Neither have I.” You responded, “We share a former mentor. Mina Bonteri.”

“Mina?” She was surprised at such a revelation, “It’s a surprise we haven’t met before.” 

That Jedi was still glaring, so you decided to play.

You put your foot between hers and spun, performing a quick sacada, “I know. It's a shame this war has stopped us from making friends, isn't it?” The music picked up, and so did your movements. She followed your lead with skill. 

Her eyes narrowed. Oh, she was searching. What for?

Information? Or was she like you, wanting more allies on either side? This game was a ladder. You and her were both trying to climb. 

She twirled under your hand and you pulled her close, “What do you want?” 

Bingo.

“The end of the war,” You lied, “And the only way we can achieve that is by making friends.” Your body leaned, dipping her deeply, “Don’t you agree?”

She smirked, knowing this game well, “I do.” She stood, this time pulling you. The senator of Naboo was attempting to take the lead, “But something tells me it’s not about that.”

“You found me out.” You spun her, spotting how angry that Jedi looked.

Cute.

“And what is it you had to pull me into a dance to tell me?” She was straight forward, you liked it. 

“I’m rather selfish, I need you to pass a message for me,” You whispered, leaning forward and disguising your words under a close ocho, “And there are eyes on us.”

Padme pulled back and spun again before walking a circle around you. Your hands connected again and you both became close once more, “A warning.” She confirmed. 

“There’s a traitor on your senate. Someone who is gaining more power in this war,” You whispered, leaning and dipping her again. Her expression gave nothing away. 

She was skilled at this game.

“Who?” She asked, as soon as she was standing again. 

The music had picked up, and the both of you were in a simple but intimate tango. 

“I don’t know,” You admitted, “But I have my own web. It’s someone high up in the Republic food chain.” 

Padme stole the lead again, this time, bringing you into a twirl. Her hands shifted, grabbing your waist and even the side of your neck, “What do you want in return for this information?” 

“You to join my web.” You whispered, “And I’ll join yours. It’ll be a mutual agreement.” 

“That's all?”

“Amnesty, as soon as the Republic wins this war.” You took the lead again. The music was ending, and soon your conversation would need to be cut short, “I need to secure my future. Surely you understand.” 

“I do.” She said as you dipped her again in time with the song.

The both of you were breathing heavily as you looked down at her. The song ended and you pulled her to stand again. There was fascination and interest in her brown eyes. 

Seems you charmed her. 

“Thank you for this dance, Senator Amidala.” You took her hand and kissed her knuckles. She didn’t look away as you did so. 

“No, thank you.” She had a small smile, “I’d like another dance sometime tonight.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” You winked and stepped away. 

Time to get back to the political game.

[clone-anon]

Gregor x Disabled Reader

I received a request for "something romantic with a disabled reader who uses a cane sometimes to help them get around and either Rex or Gregor." Really hope I did okay on this. Always open to feedback.

You felt well enough in the morning that you and Gregor went to a local festival. You enjoyed each other's company, some great music and food, but within a couple hours you were ready to head back. Gregor walked with you, happy to take his time, and always there if you needed support. When you got back home, he opened the door and quickly kissed your forehead as you walked past. You went straight for the sofa, sitting yourself down and happy to put your cane aside.

"Do you need anything, love," he asked before sitting down.

You shook your head, a tired smiling crossing your face. You reached out with one hand and he took it with a grin, flirtatiously kissing the back of it and sitting next to you.

"You okay?" He noticed you were aching and trying to ease the pain. Of course he did. You always noticed these things about each other. Gregor had his own struggles since the war, but you loved his spirit, humor, and kindness. Whatever one of you was going through, the other was right there.

"Yeah," you replied, trying to adjust to lean on him. You didn't know how to explain it, but he was the best pillow.

He laid back against the sofa and after his usual "where do you want me" he moved so you could get comfortable laying on him, supporting you wherever he could.

"I'm sorry we couldn't stay out longer," you said.

"Nonsense," he replied, kissing your forehead and gently holding you a little closer. "I love my time with you however we spend it."

You reached for his hand and kissed each knuckle. You felt him chuckle.

"You keep that up and I'll have to stay here forever," he said.

"Oh no," you replied, playfully leaving another kiss. "Whatever shall I do?"

[sev-on-kamino]

✨Clones x Reader Songs pt 2✨

Hardcase: “Fuck Em Only We Know” by BANKS (couldn’t decide on only one song to save my life, which is why he didn’t make the first list 😩)

Fox: “If You Let Me” by Sinead Harnett

Howzer: “American Money” by BØRNS

Gregor: “Juice” by Iyla

Mayday: “The Night We Met” by Lord Huron

As before, please feel free to reblog and add more 🥰

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Make a Mess (Gregor x F!Reader)

Word Count: 1587

Warnings: sub!Gregor, foreplay, light bondage (spreader bar, no pain), use of safety colors / safewords (nothing but green used here), oral sex (reader receiving), pegging, toys, praise, use of “ma’am,” feather play, brief masturbation, face riding, unprotected sex

A/N: established relationship. The colors for the safewords might not seem needed here, but I think if they use them in bed regularly, it’s a comfort thing and a habit for them at this point. This fic was inspired by this post and subsequent interaction with @deewithani. Thank you!

There are two versions of this fic. The m!reader version can be found here.

Gregor came out of the refresher in nothing but a towel.  He smiled and giggled a bit as he caught you staring. He felt heat coming to his cheeks and somehow he couldn’t deny you still made his heart race, especially at the thought of being physical.  His eyes scanned your naked body, unable to stop himself from appreciating it all.  You approached him with a grin, pulling him closer and claiming his mouth as you wrapped an arm around his waist. You felt at home with the familiar scent of him, freshly showered.

“All clean,” you asked.  He nodded.

“All of you?”

He chuckled. “I’m ready. Bum and all.”  

Even just saying it got you both a little hotter. Gregor wasn’t one to insist on being in charge all the time. He wasn’t afraid to let you take control and explore making each other feel good in different ways.  You took his hand and walked him to the bed. You pushed his shoulders to lay him back and kissed his chest.  Gregor reached to touch you and you playfully swatted him away.

“Only I do the touching right now,” you firmly insisted.  “You touch when I say you can.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said, leaving his hands at his sides. He longed to touch you, to give your ass a little squeeze, feel the softness of your breasts, to run his hands up your back and cling to you while kissing, but instead he let you have your fun.  You drew it out, leaving kisses down both his arms, along the insides of his wrists and palms. You finally pulled the towel open to reveal him in all his glory. His skin tingled a bit at the loss of heat, but your mouth was soon leaving little kisses along his thighs as you hovered over him.  You ran your hands along his legs and torso, helping him to relax for what was about to come.

“Let’s begin,” you said.  “Color?”

“Green,” he answered.

“Good,” you replied. “Now get over here and lick my pussy.”

Gregor complied.  You sat back against some pillows, lounging as he licked along your sex. His lips and tongue teased your folds before he started tracing patterns with his tongue in earnest. Normally he would have used his expert fingers to help, but he followed orders for now. He made his way up to your clit and started leaving little kitten licks.

“Suck on my clit,” you said, adding, “and don’t touch yourself.”

Gregor did as he was told and grinned the entire time. An involuntary giggle escaped and you ran your hand through his hair.  You liked asking for what you wanted, but still relished the feeling of closeness with him. You continued to card your fingers through his hair as he used his tongue in truly creative ways before gently sucking your sensitive bud.

“Good boy,” you said, as he added little licks along with just the right amount of pressure. “So good.”  Gregor complied with a smile on his face.  He loved the taste and smell of you.  He couldn’t get enough.  You closed your eyes, enjoying the sensation and wanting it to last forever.  It was not to be, though, as you noticed his hand had gotten to work on his length and his other was inching closer toward your entrance.

“Gregor,” you said, looking down to meet his eyes. “Are you touching yourself?”

“I…” he couldn’t stop smiling. “Yes, ma’am. Sorry, ma’am.”

You let out a sigh that was all for show. “Lay back on the bed.”  Again he complied, knowing what was coming next.  You’d tried tying him up before and he always managed to get out, seeing it more as a challenge, but the spreader bar was one thing he couldn’t escape easily.  He lifted his head willingly as you placed the bar behind his neck, pillows all cushioning him from any real discomfort. He wiggled his eyebrows at you, pleased with this development.  You couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re such a flirt,” you said, kissing him.  

“Can’t help it with you,” he replied.

You cuffed each of his hands to an end of the bar and there was no way he could touch himself now. He pulled against the soft leather cuffs just to test it. You left him one more kiss and sat between his legs. He was completely splayed out for you and all you wanted to do was fuck him silly. Instead, you picked up a cockring and large feather and simply asked “color?”  When he gave you the green light you wrapped the ring around his balls and the base of his length and smiled at the sight of him straining a bit more. You placed the strap on, harness hugging your hips, as he watched in anticipation.  You kept your composure and grabbed the lube, working a healthy amount onto his hole and along the toy.

“I need you,” he said, nearly begging.  Without further warning you pushed yourself inside him. It wasn’t quick or harsh, but you made your presence known.  He let out a loud moan.  You started thrusting, little moans escaping your lips as part of the harness brushed against you each time you buried the toy inside him.  You weren’t in a rush and he liked it that way. He wanted to take the time to really feel you and enjoy the experience.  Your heart raced at the sight of him, hands restrained, cock throbbing, knees bent and parted.  

He started pulling against his restraints, not out of a desire to stop but because he instinctively wanted more contact. You had avoided touching him since adding the cockring and he longed for some kind of contact in addition to the internal massage you were giving him.

“Color,” you asked, reaching for the feather.

“Green,” he let out enthusiastically.  You’d played with the feather before. He didn’t really like the ticklish feeling, but using it more firmly resulted in a silky sensation that drove him wild. You ran the feather along his length once and then concentrated small, firm movements to his balls while you continued to fuck him at the same pace.  You watched him twitch and squirm as he got closer.  

“I want to see you make a mess,” you said.

It was all too much for him to hold back.  One more thrust and flick of your wrist with that feather and he found his high.  He came so hard, his spend lined his abdomen, chest and a little reached his chin.  You were aching for more contact of your own, nearly dripping at this point.

“Such a good boy.  What a sight.”  You smiled at him as you slowed your movements to a stop. “Makes me want to sit on your handsome face.”

“Please do,” he said, still catching his breath.  You carefully removed yourself from him and took off the harness around your hips. You decided to release him from his restraints and removed the bar so you could kneel over him easier.  You positioned yourself above him.  

“You can touch me now,” you said with a grin, giving him permission.  He held your hips, pressing them closer to his face, encouraging you to ride him.  You firmly rubbed yourself on his chin and gasped as his tongue came up to lick your pussy.  You felt his steady but intense breathing, Gregor trying to inhale as much of you as possible.  You rode his outstretched tongue until you came. His strong hands encouraged you to keep moving, riding the wave as long as you could. Once you felt satisfied, you laid next to him, revealing the most pleased grin on his face.

“You look so good like this,” you said, caressing his soaked cheek and appreciating him from head to toe. “So beautiful.”

“So do you,” he replied with love in his eyes.  

You leaned in and kissed his cheek, nuzzling your face against his. After a few minutes just appreciating each other, you kissed him again and told him to stay put.  You put the bar away, washed the toys, and got a warm washcloth, helping to clean him off and then yourself. He sat up and you massaged his strong shoulders, upper back, and arms, knowing they would be a bit stiff from staying in the same position earlier. He melted under your touch, enjoying the attention before laying back down. You pulled him closer to you and peppered little kisses on his face to make him smile.  He kissed your chin and rested against you, letting out a content sigh. As you both calmed, the heat in the room seemed to dissipate and you pulled a blanket up to cover the both of you.  You rubbed his back as he snuggled into your side and quietly talked about the experience, making sure he really enjoyed everything and asking what else he might want to modify or try.  

“Next time you can take me from behind,” he said.

“I could. Or you could take me from behind,” you added.

“Or we could find a way to switch,” he said with a smile.

“Whatever you want, love.” You kissed him again.  Sometimes planning an evening of intimacy was fun, but other times you liked to go with the flow. Gregor had so much love to give and such an open heart. You were forever grateful that you were his and he was yours.  You both relaxed until you fell asleep.

Tagging: @staycalmandhugaclone @trixie2023 @dukeoftheblackstar

[knightprincess]

Chaotic Mischief (A Star Wars Oneshot)

Warning: Fluff, Clone Humor, little bit of flirting (tiny bit of Wolffe x Jedi Reader)  Words: 4.7k 

The Build Up!

Mischief wasn't uncommon among clones, especially the Shinnies and the troopers whom had been freely allowed to become individuals. 79's during the downtime was where the ideas of mischief were thrown around. Sometimes they were as simple as pulling pranks on some poor unsuspecting soul. Other times it was far more risky, such as daring a Shinny to obtain the helmet of a superior. Something that was far harder to do than the troopers believed. Chaos was always sure to happen when the 501st were back on Coruscant, Fives and Echo were normally the ones behind it, although Jesse, Kix and Tup had also helped on occasions, Hardcase too when he wasn't too busy flirting with one of the many beautiful patrons. 

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On the odd occasion when Rex was reunited with Cody, Thorn, Gregor, Wolffe and Howzer, things could really get interesting. The last time the six were together, a game of truth or dare happened. To say there were more dares than truths being told, was the understatement. Cody had told so many stories about Obi-Wan, the others joked about him being the inaugural member of the Obi-Wan Fan club. Thorn had been tasked with getting a kiss from the most beautiful person at the bar, of course Thorn had fun with it, why just settle for one, when all of them were beautiful in there own way. 

Gregor had stood up on the bar, doing a mini dance while stripping from his plastoid armor. All while Wolffe had generally questioned his own sanity and that of his brother. Gregor of course paid little mind to those he shared a booth with, instead reveling in the attention he got from those who enjoyed the show. Howzer on the other hand, decided to challenge almost all his clone brothers to an arm wrestling match. Even when he knew the odds weren't in his favor. Echo and Fives, making a wager. If Howzer lost against both of them. All six in the booth would have to go through with a particular dare, they had in mind to commit. Although neither gave details on what they had in mind. Without a second thought, the drunk Commanders and Captains had hastily agreed. Only to regret their decision mere seconds later when Howzer was swiftly defeated by both Arc Troopers. Although neither gave any indication on what they had in mind or when it would be put in to play. 

They did however taunt Rex about it, over their rotations on the battlefield. Never failing to remind him of the wager and dropping subtle hints of what was to come. The moment they returned to Coruscant, and found out the remaining Commanders and Captains were also back for down time, was when Fives' famous wicked grin appeared upon his lips. Echo merely shaking his head, both with dread for the reactions and to control his overactive imagination. Even more so when he remembered the discussion to involve several Jedi in the fun and games as well. 

"Put us out of misery" commented Cody, as he looked to the two Arc Troopers collectively referred to as the Domino Twins. A neon blue drink in hand as he prepared for the worst case scenario, knowing when it come to the pair, anything was possible. Even the impossible. Fives and Echo could only share an expression of pure mischief. Something that only brought more dread to the six before them. 

"You've heard of helmet switch-a-roo, right?" asked Fives, knowing the question was daft. Especially since Rex dealt with that on the battlefield let alone during down times. The last game of switch-a-roo had also included an unwilling Dogma, whom had somehow ended up with Tup's helmet. Tup himself had Jesse's, whom in turn had Fives helmet. Five's had Echo's helmet, who had Kix's one. Even Hardcase had gotten involved and worn Dogma's helmet. Although Rex had caught on, it had taken General Skywalker a little longer to realize. 

"We're daring you to the big brother. Armor Switch-A-Roo" laughed Echo, watching with amusement as the golden eyes of his brothers become flooded with concern, dread even on what they were going to be doing while wearing the armor of another. "And you'll be spending the day in each others off duty roles" quickly added the Arc Troopers, stifling a laugh when Wolffe's head hit the table, a loud groan escaping him. Of course it would be something like that. Yet the groan was in response to realizing some of them would be around the Jedi Temple and Senate, as well as the military base. 

"If we die I'm haunting the two of you" commented Gregor, a spark of amusement flashing through his golden eyes. Even more so when he realized, whomever got his armor, would have the duty of protecting a certain favored Jedi. His iconic laugh soon escaped him, especially when he knew the odds of fooling Jedi were against them. They're own General's knew them well and would surely recognize something was off. Just as the many senators roaming the senate building would notice when something was off with Thorn. 

"Do we at least get to choose who we switch with?" questioned Howzer, his head smacking against the sticky table mere moments later when both Fives and Echo had both shook their head. Denying them what would have made the game of Switch-A-Roo easier. Only now did Cody and Rex share a look of dread. Gregor once again laughed, this time nervously. Where as Thorn grabbed his bright blue drink and downed it, in an attempt to drown the horror threatening to bubble up. 

"Care to deliver the blow and tell us" slurred Thorn, watching as the duo took the helmets from the back of the booth. Choose to switch the helmets instead of using words. Although the pair, planned to tell them again in the morning, when they were nursing a hangover, if only to remind them it wasn't a nightmare but the reality they had agreed to when making the wager. 

Echo handled the helmets with care, looking closely at the individual markings. How each were different, and made them easily identifiable. Carefully he handed Wolffe, Gregor helmet, the obvious choice, as Gregor was the only one Wolffe could realistically pass as. Gregor on the other hand was given Thorn's helmet, confusion soon washed over his tired features. He'd wrongly assumed he'd receive's Wolffe's helmet in response, so was surprise to get the one belonging the Coruscant Guard. 

Rex had been the one to be receive Wolffe's helmet. A chuckle had instantly ripped from his throat, even more so when it would be obvious he wasn't the tough battle worn Commander. Cody had been given Rex's helmet, to which an instant wicked grin appeared on his lips, it being clear he knew what chaos he'd cause while dressed as his old friend and brother. Something that only brought gripping dread to Rex. Thorn on the other hand received Howzer's helmet, swearing under his breath, as it would mean he'd be in close proximity to many Jedi General's, a thought that brought both dread and of course amusement, would they take notice of the little things. Howzer on the other hand, quickly determined the only helmet left was Cody's, to which he cheered, clearly his silent prayers to the maker had been answered. 

"Remember whatever chaos you cause while wearing the others armor, has to be explained by said owner" casually spoke Fives, confirming the Jedi would be none the wiser of the mischievous antics, and would thrust ask about the odd inconsistencies should they be noticed. "Wolffe we wish you luck. Gregor is on protection duty for (Y/N) tomorrow" laughed the Arc Trooper, his laughter only growing upon hearing the growled yet muffled response. Of course they'd thrown him head first at (Y/N), he be an idiot if he thought they'd let the opportunity pass them by. After all his affection for the Jedi Knight was only known by those sharing the booth and a few others. It was a closely guarded secret Wolffe had unintentionally let slip during the last game of Truth or Dare. 

The Morning Of! 

When morning come, each of those apart of the mischief groaned. Wolffe in particular found himself with confusion. Why did he have Gregor's Commando armor? Where was his own?. He soon noticed the little light in the top corner of his datapad blinking, sighing as he carefully placed Gregor's helmet to the side and grabbing the small device. Instantly regretting the decision upon seeing a video message from Fives there. 

"So that wasn't a nightmare" commented Wolffe, throwing the pad on his bunk before once again reaching for Gregor's helmet. Carefully studying it, the many markings scattered all over it, even a few scorch marks, the fading yellow paint around the visor, even the bright blue light to appear, when held in a certain way. The battle worn commander, taking notice of how heavy the helmet felt compared to his own, even the roughness beneath his fingers. 

"How the kriff does Thorn see in this thing" voiced Gregor, walking into the nearby desk, as he flicked at the black painted shade over the top of the visor. The commando's words pulling a rare chuckle from Wolffe. The commander amused by Gregor holding his arms out in an effort to gain stability while wearing the foreign helmet, and making his way over to the spare bunk without tripping or bumping into anything else. "I saw Rex, poor bugger, looks ridiculous wearing your armor" joked the Commando, taking off Thorn's helmet just in time to witness Wolffe display his signature eye roll. "It kind of looks like Rex shrunk in the dryer" laughed Gregor, receiving another chuckle from Wolffe, clearly the battle worn commander could imagine it. 

"Makes you wonder what the others are going to be like?" questioned Wolffe, suspecting the others would probably have a better fit, especially Cody, whom had Rex's armor. Howzer too could probably get by without much trouble with Cody's armor. "I'm expecting Thorn to complain about not having a kama" added the commander of the wolf pack, recalling Thorn asking the night before how Cody, Howzer and Gregor could operate without one. Even pointing out both Arc Troopers to issue the daring mischief were in ownership of one. 

"Oh he's already started. Stated he felt naked without one" laughed Gregor. As if on cue, Thorn walked passed, stating he already missed not wearing the belted cape, even how lost he was without it. His next words were asking Gregor to take care of his precious kama while impersonating him for the day. 

Cody, Rex and Howzer soon appeared behind Thorn, all but scaring him into the small room completely. Gregor's laughter ringing out as Wolffe also offered a chuckle, but that was more to see Rex practically drowning in his armor. Gone was the dark blue markings, instead he donned the familiar grey wolf insignia. It was odd for Wolffe to see his armor on another, although he soon reminded himself it was only for a few hours, then all would be back to normal again. 

"I feel like a kid wearing their parent's clothes" admitted Rex, once again re-adjusting one of the shoulder plates, carefully placing Wolffe's helmet on the desk. 

"You look like a kid wearing their parents clothes" commented Wolffe, amusement flashing in both his golden eye and dull cybernetic one. Thorn chuckling breaking the silence quickly, as Cody mentioned he wanted to take a picture to remember this. 

"Don't forget we have to think of something to say if we're caught" reminded Howzer, shuddering to think that was a possibility. At the same time he knew the risks were high, some of them were around observant senators, others around the Jedi, whom could likely sense when something was amiss. "And to explain everything tomorrow" 

"Already got mine" announced Thorn, chuckling although not elaborating any further. Wolffe piped up mere seconds later confirming he too had something in mind for explaining everything the following day, although even he'd admit explaining why his armor didn't have its normal snug fit was going to be a little more difficult. Cody also hinted he had something in mind, as did Rex whom could already predict what Cody was going to get up to. 

"Have fun flirting with (Y/N), Wolffe" remarked Cody, only receiving a huffed growl from the commander in question. It being clear he regretted revealing that secret, even more so when his brothers so often teased him about it. Even General Plo did although he did so in an encouraging way, almost as if he knew something others didn't. "Why does (Y/N) need protecting anyways, she's a bad-ass Jedi Knight" asked the commander of the 212th, finding it odd a Jedi with (Y/N)'s reputation would need protection. 

"Targeted by Dooku and some separatist leaders. Her cover was blown the last time she went on an assignment to protect Senator Amidala" explained Gregor, revealing the truth few knew of. "(Y/N) and Senator Amidala could pass as sisters, hence why (Y/N) had posed as her during a previous assignment. Sadly it had gone wrong, resulting in a bounty being placed on the Jedi Knight, hence her designated temple and senate duty" added the Commando, recalling (Y/N) being frustrated the last time he'd been on protection duty, she wanted to do more to help the Republic but was restricted on what she could do. 

"Alright boys, lets get this show on the road" voiced Fives from the door way. Echo leaning against the opposite side. Rex immediately noticing they'd swapped helmets again. Both Arc Troopers breaking down in laughter upon looking around the group. Thorn's grumpiness about not having a kama, Gregor practically being squished into Thorn's armor. Rex's almost drowning in Wolffe's, Cody attempting to straighten Rex's kama, while Wolffe shifted uncomfortably in Gregor's armor. Howzer on the other hand, seemed content on messing with the visor shade on Cody's helmet, almost as if he was trying to re-adjust it a little. 

The Mischief!

"Anakin, I think there might be something wrong with Rex" spoke Obi-Wan upon reaching his former padawan, concern ringing in his voice. At first the Jedi Knight looked confused, Rex wasn't anywhere in sight. Just as Anakin was about to voice the obvious, Rex appeared, running along and practically hugging Obi-Wan as if he was the alternative to gravity. Ahsoka chuckled slightly, quickly whipping her hands up to stifle her amusement. 

"Seems normal to me, maybe a little more caf than usual" announced Anakin, chuckling as Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow in suspicion. The Jedi master untangling himself from Rex, recalling the time he'd had to do the same with Cody weeks before hand. The moment Obi-Wan walked away, Rex got his datapad out and chased after Obi-Wan, asking him for an autograph. Leaving behind a slightly confused Anakin and Ahsoka in a fit of laughter. Plo Koon chuckling to see it, although he didn't voice he had long since worked out what was going on, instead choosing to allow the mischief to continue. 

"Master Plo" called Ahsoka, upon controlling her fit of giggles and regaining some composure. "Are any other clones acting oddly?" asked the Padawan, recalling seeing Commander Wolffe wrangling the 501st boys earlier, she'd never seen them behave so quickly, although Fives, Echo, Jesse, Tup and Kix seemed to be the exception, giggling like school children in the corner of the mess hall. 

"Howzer seemed to be fond of causing confusion and chaos in the debriefing earlier" commented Plo, recalling the Captain had been hyperactive, almost skipping around the room. WIndu had practically grabbed his shoulders and all but forced him to stand still, not that it worked, within seconds Howzer was moving around again, twirling on the spot and practically bouncing off the walls. He'd started singing at one point. 

"Rex, Howzer. Who's next?" questioned Anakin, almost dreading the response he'd get. "Maybe they switched the caf brand again. Rex always did say the last one tasted like droid oil" commented the Jedi Knight in hopes of explaining everything. Although if there was more than the two it would be harder to explain it. 

"What's your reasoning for Wolffe deflating?" asked Ahsoka, seeing the confusion to pass over Anakin's features. Plo on the other hand chuckling slightly, refusing to give it away he'd worked out what was going on, instead he'd found himself with curiosity whom else was involved and the explanations each come up with. Particularly Howzer whom had to explain the debriefing. 

"Looks like Thorn's having a good day" commented Padme, upon joining the group of Jedi down on the many halls. She'd come at the request of master Yoda, although it appeared to be a troublesome time. She'd passed many padawan's and younglings seemingly lost and confused about where they were going. Just as she'd bared witness to Howzer running away from Windu after tapping him on the shoulder and shouting "Tag your it".  

Within seconds of the words leaving Padme's lips, Commander Thorn come waltzing down the hall, signing loudly and occasionally twerking. He'd thrown his hands up several times, the contents of the mug with Fox's name penned on long since gone everywhere. A few padawan's had been pulled into a dance, as a few masters had too. Each seemingly taken by surprise. "He was like that at the senate building as well. Flirted with senator Chuchi" laughed the Senator of Naboo. A smile on her lips to see the battle worn troopers seemingly having fun, a rare but welcome sight. 

"Let me love you" called Rex, as Obi-Wan ran back down the long hall. The captain hot on his heels. Ahsoka once again bursting in to fit of giggles, as a few other younglings did too. Some of the masters looked confused as to what was going on, most shaking their heads with a little amusement before continuing. Even (Y/N) couldn't help the laughter to escape her, she'd always had a love for mischief. 

"Your not going to do anything out of the ordinary are you, Gregor?" asked Obi-Wan when he stopped to catch his breath, hiding near one of the large windows overlooking the courtyard below. "I don't think I can take any more oddities today. First Cody's memory loss, now Rex" added the Jedi Master, still trying to wrap his head around Cody's apparent memory loss. Maybe it was the hit to the head during the prior battle, or the alcohol from the night before. Either way it was unsettling, although his loyal commander seemed to have some whereabouts. Keeping the boys of the 212th in line. 

"No sir" responded Gregor, his response coming a little too quickly. "Just doing my duty protecting the Princess Jedi here" added Gregor attempting to act normally, although he knew some of his actions could be explained away by lasting damage from previous head injuries. Obi-Wan soon poked his head around the corner again, quickly dodging back when Rex passed by asking those around if they'd seen the negotiator. Dread filled Obi-Wan when another Jedi Master pointed right at him, causing him to dart from his position and around the nearest corner. 

Howzer coming around the same corner moments later, shortly followed by a confused Mace Windu. Padme shaking her head slightly, as she regained some of her lost composure. Never had she seen the temple in such disarray, although she would admit it was nice seeing a less professional side of the peacekeepers. Howzer's voice soon rang out through the hall as another comment escaped him. "Gonna catch me?" His comment more of a question towards the Jedi Master behind him. 

"Thorn, where's my mug" yelled Fox, storming down the hall towards the other commander. Thorn had since stopped singing and dancing, instead acting scared as he held up the ordinary white coffee mug. Although Fox's name had since been crossed out, being replaced with Thorn's own name. Thorn soon skipped off down the hall, giggling like a school girl as he all but taunted Fox with the ordinary white mug. Ignoring Fox yelling at him to come back and all but swearing about losing the mug again. 

"And that's my cue" commented Gregor before throwing (Y/N) over his shoulder and walking off. Plo chuckling by the shock squeal to escape the Jedi Knight. Where as Padme and Ahsoka resorting to looking to each other for confirmation, at least to ensure they'd both seen Gregor pick up and all but run off with (Y/N). Anakin on the other hand blinked a few times, beginning to question his own sanity and that of the troopers around him. Slowly he was becoming suspicious, who else was going to act like they'd been hypnotized to act like kids, were his Jedi brethren going to start acting like it too? 

"Pretty good view of chaos from up here" commented (Y/N), as she attempted to get comfortable over Gregor's shoulder. Well over Wolffe's shoulder. Although she hadn't voiced it, she was well aware Wolffe was in Gregor's armor, her senses not failing her. The arm securing her legs in place, only tightening as she attempted to wiggle around to gain comfort. 

"Not a bad view from this end either" commented Gregor, finding himself glad for the thick armor, as he was sure he would have felt (Y/N)'s foot, thud against his thigh had he not be clad in plastoid. 

"If I didn't know any better Captain. I would have thought you were flirting" spoke (Y/N) 

"If I didn't know any better I would say you were enjoying it" responded Gregor, placing her back on her feet upon reaching the destination of the courtyard. The rare occasion where it was quiet and as normal tranquil. 

"Should I ask why you brought me here?" asked (Y/N), moving to tidying her messed up hair, and straighten out her robes. Gregor on the other hand moved to sit on the steps, in front of the tree, ignoring the benches close by. 

"Meditate" retorted Gregor, not bothering to turn around to face her. Although he suspected there would be a response shortly. 

"Is that an order?" commented (Y/N), moving to sit at his side. 

"Yup" 

"I'm known to bend orders" laughed (Y/N), knowing there was truth behind her words. Although her former Jedi Master Plo Koon, always said she had a talent for still getting the job demanded from her done. She still got the needed results even if she did go about it a little differently.

"This will be the first you'll obey" replied Gregor, a playful tone to his voice. 

"What makes you think that?" whispered (Y/N) when she was close enough, there was no doubt he'd hear her. 

"Cause I asked nicely Princess" breathed Gregor. Almost surprised when the almost famous Jedi Knight seemed to concede and do as she was told, the words Roger Roger escaping her in a sarcastic tone. "Care to accompany me to 79's tonight?" 

"Maybe" cheekily responded (Y/N). "Would be nice to see you in your own armor and without said helmet" commented the Jedi Knight, a grin appearing across her lips as she peered over. Seeing as Wolffe stiffened inside Gregor's armor. "Not to worry Commander, my lips are sealed" 

"Have to work on that later" flirted Wolffe, as he settled back into the act of being Gregor, imitating his brother's famous laugh mere seconds later. Once again (Y/N) peered over to him, suppressing a chuckle as she attempted to regain her focus. Although it seemed to be a lost course at this point. 

The Aftermath

When it come to explain the events of the day before. Some found it far easier than others. Thorn had simply explained it away as having too much caf that morning. He been hyperactive and in the mood to continue his running war with Fox for the prize coffee mug. He explained the flirting with Senator Riyo Chuchi as finding her particularly beautiful the day before. 

Wolffe had simply said he'd lost a wager to Rex and had thrust agreed to keep the boys of the 501st in check. As for his armor not fitting properly, he mentioned something about Wrecker playing a prank on him, payback for something to have taken place at 79's before the last deployment. 

Cody too had a simple explanation. He'd mentioned he'd visited the medbay upon returning to Coruscant after the last rotation on the battlefield. The headache combined with the hangover of all hangovers. He'd managed to keep the boys in check but his memory was spotty. Thankfully Obi-wan had brought the excuse and let it go after a few days of ensuring he had no after effects from the injury. 

Rex on the other hand, almost chocked on his morning caf to learn what Cody had gotten up to in his armor. Although he'd been thankful for his explanation fitting with what had taken place. He'd simply said he'd joined the Obi-Wan fan club, after hearing Cody endless go on and on about how great the Jedi Master was. Cody had attempted to hide behind his datapad, covering his heated cheeks of embarrassment. Of course Rex would say that. 

Gregor on the other hand struggled to come up with something when faced with explaining Wolffe's actions to (Y/N). He tripped over his words multiple times before the Jedi Knight had put him out of his misery. Revealing her knowledge of the mischievous dare each had taken part in and thrust knew Wolffe had been her protect the day prior. (Y/N) had spent time reassure Gregor following it, even helping him to come up with something should another Jedi question him. 

Howzer almost had a heart attack upon finding out what Thorn had done the day before. He'd almost throttled the Commander to have impersonated him. No flimsy excuse was going to get passed Windu on this one. Nor the other Jedi to have been apart of the briefing. Eventually Howzer settled for being influenced by Rex, Thorn and Gregor, as well as having too much caf that morning. Sending the younglings in the wrong direction had been put down to a light hearted joke, after all everyone knew Howzer had a soft spot for kids. 

Echo and Fives on the other hand managed to get hold of the records from the Senate building, Jedi Temple and Military base. Laughing to no end, especially seeing how Gregor had also played silly sods with the civvi medics and admirals while impersonating Thorn. No one had been safe from the chaos Gregor had caused. The recordings of Thorn impersonating Howzer throughout the Jedi Temple were just as funny, especially when Kix pointed out some of the younglings and padawan's had also played along with the game of tag. 

Jesse's favorite recording had been of Cody impersonating Rex yelling "Let me love you" while chasing Obi-Wan down the hall. Seeing an array of emotions pass over Anakin's features had brought him to tears with laughter. The blank look, turning to confusion, questioning his own sanity, slight amusement, back to questioning his own sanity then finally settling on enjoying the chaos.

Kix had been the one to point out, both Plo Koon and (Y/N) had likely figured it out but had opted to keep the truth a well guarded. Something Wolffe later confirmed at 79's, (Y/N) also verifying it in her own words, just as she revealed Aalya Secura and Ahsoka had also worked out something was up, but not said anything. Instead both women happy to watch as chaos unfolded. (Y/N) also corroborating to both Echo and Fives, neither Obi-Wan or Anakin were none the wiser about the mischief to test them, just as the unsuspecting victim of Mace Windu had yet to truly put the pieces to together. Even Master Yoda seemed to be content on keeping the truth a guarded secret for now. 

Tup had asked for the security recordings, intending on making a few videos of the chaos and sending them to the six to have taken part. He'd also congratulated Fives and Echo on masterminding the whole thing. The duo known as the Domino Twins cementing themselves as the most mischievous pair, thrust finally achieving their goal of overtaking Waxer and Boil. Although both knew the pair from the 212th Legion would eventually fire back in an effort to regain their lost titles. 

[techtalksfics]

Making Out - Gregor (Ficlet - Headcanon x Reader)

Author's note: This is part of a request received. I've really enjoyed trying to write for Regs and there will definitely be more to come!

Private Setting: Rex had come to ask for your help several rotations ago. Clones were being shot, tortured, hunted and they needed a medic. You were one such medic, familiar with clone physiology and an old friend to Rex. So, you couldn’t say no.

Rex opted not to tell you that Gregor was alive, he didn’t want you distracted whilst working. But one fateful day, the Bad Batch brought your secret love home.

“Medic!” Rex voice bellowed through the hall, and you whipped your head around the corner, still wiping the dirt from your hand. You felt your heart race at the prospect of more carnage.

That’s when you saw him, limping beside Echo. Gregor. The galaxy exploded in your heart, stars colliding and exploding out of your chest. You ran towards them, taking over from Echo. Gregor yelped a hello dear your way as you placed your arm carefully around his waist. His arm was loose around your neck as your walked him to the medical wing.

“Blown up, shot,” you sighed, “honestly Gregor, there are easier ways to get my attention that don’t involve bodily harm.” He squeaked out a giggle as his arm clung to you; a gentle squeeze on your shoulder seemed to confirm his joy at your playfulness. You placed him towards the bed and began your work.

As you finished cleaning and dressing his wound, you wiped off your hands and looked at his tired features. He looked thin, stretched and different.

“You’ve changed,” you eventually mumbled as you took a seat next to him on the bed. He’d been mumbling and chuckling to himself most of the time you worked on him. Something was just a little more off than you’d anticipated.

“You haven’t,” he retorted with a chuckle. He gently raised his hand to your cheek, brushing his hand over the subtle blush. “You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you.”

“You mean the day I lost you,” you leaned into his hand, “You’re the one who disappeared. I am right where you left me…I…I missed you.” He leaned in and brushed his lips against yours. Something he’d never done before. The softness of his lips brushed yours. Once. Twice. Three times; before he pulled you in for a deeper kiss. He giggled a little as you probed his mouth with his tongue, and you realised it must have been a side effect from the blast. Your hands made their way to his soft hair, and he simply kept one hand at the base of your neck. It was awkward and perfect and everything you dreamt about at night.

Your confidence took over and you gently pushed him down on the bed and straddled him. His hands went near his head, unsure of where to put them. So, you guided his hands to your thighs and leaned down and kissed him once more. You felt your soft exposed skin was being probed and stroked as your tongues danced around.

When you pulled away, he giggled out a cough and simply said, "now if I hadn't been shot, I wouldn't have come back to you." You sighed and cradled his cheek. "That is not the point, Gregor." You both whipped out a gentle laugh as he continued to stroke your thighs.

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Public: Rex had sent you with Gregor to 79’s to do some recognisance. But you mostly thought that you were sent because of Gregor’s slight instability.

You’d parked yourselves at the bar, legs gently facing one another as you sipped on your drinks. Idle chit chat was made as you searched for the target. The atmosphere was electric. Yet between you and Gregor, there was a calm presence around you.

Suddenly, you noticed the attention of the troopers ahead of you, TK troopers. That was definitely not good news. You needed to hide Gregor’s face, in case they happened to pay attention, even for a moment. If they recognised him, it would be game over for both of you.

Your fingers had been dancing across his since you’d sat down. The fluttering of your cold skin against his warm hands had set your body alight. You thought of a slightly unorthodox solution. You grabbed at his hand, forcing his attention back to you, and you leaned towards him. He mimicked the action instinctually. Placing your free hand on his cheek, you brushed your check against his. You felt him fall into your hand, simply enjoying the softness of your fingers on his tired skin.

“Kiss me,” you whispered into his ear, “trust me right now, and kiss me. Right now.” Now, Gregor certainly didn’t need an excuse to kiss you. Not these days. So, he tilted his head and pressed his lips to yours. Before closing your eyes, you watched the TK troopers move towards the door. You were now free to enjoy the kiss the way he was. With the passion he felt. The hand you’d placed on his cheek drifted into his hair as you deepened the kiss. Neither of you really cared for the opinions of the others around you.

“Hey, love,” grumbled a voice from behind you, “you can do better than a defective clone.” Suddenly Gregor’s lips ripped away from yours and the warmth in your chest began to dissipate.

“That’s Captain Defective to you,” he wheezed out, his face still close to yours but his eyes were focused on the trooper behind you, “insolent plebe.” The clones made a grumbling apology from behind and you felt the shadow over you lighten as they moved away.

“Plebe,” you giggled, placing a hand on his cheek, “really, Gregor?” He simply flickered his eyes back to you and let out a barking laugh.

[clone-anon-after-dark]

This is so good. So important. I'm so glad you shared this. Gregor absolutely would never want to hurt his love.

Boundaries

You and Gregor have a much-needed discussion about proper pleasure.

Characters: Captain Gregor, GN!Reader

Warnings: 18+ EXPLICIT. MINORS, STAY AWAY. Smut all the way down. TW for miscommunication and people-pleasing on Reader's end. Usage of the "stoplight" safeword system (green for good, yellow for slow down, red for stop).

Word count: 830

Each of his thrusts was met with a whimper ripped from your throat, each tug and yank of your hair pulled tears from your eyes. Muscles pushed just past what was comfortable trying to lean back or hold your leg up or do this-that-or-the-other, each whimpering gasp catching in your throat as you struggled to keep pace. It was only when his fingers just started to close around your neck that your eyes shot open and your hand snatched his wrist, gripping tight to hold him back and wordlessly shaking your head.

You were bruised, exhausted, sore and whimpering. Thin trails of tears streamed down the sides of your face as you laid beneath him, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Your gaze met Gregor's, and he had stilled in the shock of your sudden denial of his touch. He took in the scene before him, of you, beneath him and trembling like that, the panic in your gaze that was slowly ebbing away as he drew his hand away from your neck…

"...color?" Gregor asked between panting breaths, and at first, you didn't answer. Worse, actually, was the fact that your expression had shifted into something nearly indiscernible, far from the pleasure he had been hoping to bring you. When he was met with silence, his hand met your cheek, cupping your face with a delicate reverence one would never have expected in conjunction with the roughness those same hands were exhibiting mere moments ago. His thumb brushed your cheek, swiping away tears, and his brows knit into something far more concerned. "...cyare, what color are you at…?"

The look on your face became clear, and it made his heart plummet.

Guilt. You looked guilty.

"...r… r-red…" you mumbled almost imperceptibly, unable to meet his gaze. The instant that tiny word met his ears, he was out of you. He was sitting you up now, arms careful around you, hands smoothing over fingerprint bruises; he drew you in close to his chest and let you rest your head there, fingers stroking your hair in an obviously apologetic gesture for how hard he had been yanking those silken strands. Your breath hitched as he held you, your body trembling - and you clung to him like a lifeline as you tucked your face against his neck.

"Oh, cyar'ika… why didn't you tell me it was too much…?" Gregor mumbled, his voice breaking in the quiet as he held you. You hadn't called it, so all those signs of pain, he had mistaken as pleasure… and the thought that he had been hurting you all this time broke his heart.

"...y-you were… you were enjoying yourself…" you muttered, curling up further in his arms. "I-I didn't wanna stop you… n-not just on my account…"

"...cyar'ika, it isn't fun anymore if we aren't both enjoying ourselves…" he whispered in response, his arms encircling you protectively. "I'm flattered that you wanted to keep it up for my sake… but… I want you to feel good, too. If all I do is use you like a toy, and that isn't what you want, well… that doesn't make me much of a lover, does it…?"

Gregor gently cupped your cheek so you could look up at him, see the small, sad smile on his face. "You don't have to feel guilty over needing to stop, okay…? We have the color system for a reason. I know I can be… intense," he said with a grimace, "but if what you need is gentle? Then I'll be as gentle as any man could possibly be. Okay…?"

"...o-okay…" you muttered in response, reaching up to wipe away your stray tears - but he beat you to it, kissing them away as he peppered your cheeks with kisses, not stopping until he had you laughing in his grasp. His own involuntary giggles mingled with yours, and he held you close as you both laid back in bed.

"Do you want to keep going, cyar'ika?" he asked, stroking your back - and his expression shifted as he watched that look of guilt steal over you yet again. That look said all he needed to know, but he wanted to hear you say it. You needed to vocalize what you wanted from him, he decided. "...use your words, love. Come on…"

"...c-can we, um… stop, for- for now…?" you eventually mumbled out, to which Gregor immediately nodded. In that moment, he had pulled you close and further down into bed with him. He cradled your body close to his own, and his hands smoothed over every bruise, every aching muscle he had left behind. He wanted to make it up to you somehow. But for now, he would do his best to comfort and soothe, holding his darling close.

"...we'll stop for as long as you want, ner cyare," Gregor whispered into your hair, never once letting you go as you both settled into the warm, velvet confines of your bed.

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There's a Hole that You Fill.

Pairing: Gregor Samsa (Limbus Company)/M!Fixer!Reader Warnings: Vague and brief mention of violence, Emetophobia (in picture, not fic) Commissioned by @wizardofwoof Previous | Next

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from agitated dreams, he found his room transformed around his bed into a monstrous vermin.

That is, to say, it was unfamiliar. And if he followed Faust’s explanation correctly, that entailed a shift in his psyche. So despite the metal walls appearing softer than usual, and the messages on the walls rearranged into something more reassuring, there was the kicker of not knowing what had changed, even when he knew something was off.

And the butterflies kicking in his stomach were getting awfully annoying too.

“Gregor, babe~ what’s that far-away stare for? You don’t wanna make poor Dante turn back the clock more than they have to, do you?” Gregor huffs at the woman mocking him as he slashes at one of the Rats who thought it’d be a good idea to bash on Mephistopheles. “As if— that’s the last of them, anyway. C’mon.” The Sinner hides the embarrassing expression growing on his face by pretending to clean his glasses (is that a spec of blood? Must scrub even harder!), though he never knew Rodion to be a quitter. “You can’t keep dodging the question forever… what’s on your mind?” “Nothing much. My room just changed.” “Changed how? Like someone reorganized it or…” Gregor sighs and throws his coat over his shoulder, and uses his hand to properly push Rodion away. “If that was it you wouldn’t be bugging me so bad.” Rodion stifles a smirk at that specific wording — she purposefully isn’t hiding it very well and it’s driving Gregor crazy — and leans on his head with her arm. “Why don’t you show me around then, hmm?” “Maybe if it’ll get you to shut up,” he mumbles. “What was that?” “Huh- oh, uh, nothing, sure.”

Once steel hard walls now appear to have the texture of lace, with a light pink to match. Words that once read no more have now been covered with paint, taking on the form of hearts and stars and all sorts of other shapes. Curiously, it looked different than the blood once coating the room, the red more vibrant and childlike than the rich scarlet from before. The only thing that seemed to have avoided the repaint was the ashtray residing on the counter next to Gregor’s bed. “Still haven’t given up that smoking habit? But this place seems like you’ve had a little feel-good arc, no?” “I’ll give it up once you give up your gambling,” Gregor replies, although he’s too occupied moseying to his bed and collapsing onto it to think about what he’s saying. Still, Rodion chuckles with a, “touché,” and leans by the entrance. “Is it that Fixer from the other day?” “Was — ”

“What was he from… was it Zwei?” “Yeah, I think, but—” “A little birdie told me that we got a contract that says they’ll be working with us again~” Gregor places his hand over his face and makes an exasperated sigh, pulling at his skin as he drags it downwards. He turns his head to look at Rodion, and she has the most shit-eating grin on her face. “I don’t know what makes you assume all that.” “It’s really easy to tell when you get attached, hun,” she tilts her head and places her hands on her hips, almost disapprovingly. “It is?” “Oh. Oh, Greg. “You’re fucked.”

Even as Vergilius is giving some kind of instruction, Gregor still finds himself distracted; though, it’s not like the other Sinners aren’t consistently distracted as well. He only snaps back to attention when asked if they understood… which they obviously did not. But that would be Dante’s problem, and besides, Gregor was one of the more composed fighters out of the bunch.

When they’re forced off the bus to meet up with the Zwei Fixers (something about another unusual Abnormality breakout, supposedly there’d be a Golden Bough trade-off that Gregor was certain wouldn’t go over smoothly), he finds himself stuck in one place and just staring intently, searching for someone in particular. He jumps when there’s a voice behind him. “Gregor! I heard help was hired for this mission, but I didn’t imagine it’d be you guys again!” Good God, he practically melts. But he knows better than to be caught unaware, shaking off the after-effects, and glances over his shoulder.

“Hey, bud, didn’t know you’d be here. They got you working to the bone, huh?” “Well, with the casualties from last time, we’re going to be lacking units for a while… but it’s not all bad.”

He lost his religion a long time ago, but he finds himself praying that that sort of naivety won’t get you killed. Still, it was heartwarming to see you in good spirits.

You offer a hand to him, and he stands awkwardly for a moment, unsure. Were you expecting… a handshake? He barely catches you shaking your head before grabbing his hand and dragging him along, to catch up with the rest of the group. He thinks he hears you say it's safer if we stick together, right?

It's hard to make out over the pounding in his ears.

The battles were a bit of a blur. That sorta thing happens when it's the same thing over and over; a repetition he wasn't so fond of. He was the least fond of the fact the only fight he remembered was when he got caught off guard and almost shred to bits — if you hadn't stepped in and swept the opponent away with your blade, that is. You had said the slogan then, "We're the Zwei, 'Your Shield,'" and despite how cheesy it was and how he couldn't even be certain it was directed towards him (he swore by the look in your eyes that it was, and even if he misinterpreted that, he prayed it was still true), Gregor had mouthed something in response.

He didn't say goodbye to you when the company and the association had gone their  ways, though he knew you wouldn't mind. You were far too nice to him for that.

"Geg? I'm hearing some banging, and not the good kind," Rodion spoke with a singsong voice, intruding into Gregor's room, unannounced and unwanted. It had changed again. "What's wrong?"

"...I said 'I love you.' He didn't even hear."

The taller Sinner sat by Gregor's bed, crossing her arms and sighing. "You'll just have to try again then, won't you?"

He opens his eyes slowly, sending her a glare, when her intentions finally hit him. He laughed and smothered the cigarette in his mouth in the ashtray to his right.

"Guess you're right."

[clone-anon]

Gregor is just about always shown as happy and I think he is for the most part, but I've got a disability and he does too and it(mine) gets me down sometimes. Can I get reverse comfort for gregor on a bad day? I want him to know he doesn't have to feel happy all the time please

I was going to post part of this for WIP Wednesday, but I kept writing! As a Gregor lover, I love writing him so thanks for the request.

I did my best with Gregor's TBI and PBA. If anyone has feedback on this, please let me know. I know this is slightly different from how canon interprets him, but you're right! He's human and can't always be cheery.

Gregor met you just outside the restaurant. People might think it was a hole in the wall, but you both thought it had some of the best food on Corsuscant. You hugged him when you saw him, holding on for a few moments and feeling relieved he made it through another mission rescuing more of his brothers.

"Everything okay," you asked, looking up at him as he opened the door for you. He shrugged and giggled. You tried to ignore the stares from a couple just leaving the restaurant, but knew it got him down. You were seated in a booth and quickly ordered your usual.

"The mission was a success," he said, before crying. You moved to sit closer to him and put an arm around him. "I'm not even sad," he blurted out between sobs to somehow mixed with a chuckle. "I can't stop it."

You reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze, knowing he had no control over this.

"How do you really feel, Gregor?"

A few more sobs escaped before it stopped. "I feel happy the mission was successful. I did my part and no one was hurt. I'm a little tired. I'm glad to see you. It just seems all this is especially bad right now." He gestured to his face and expression. You knew what he meant.

The food arrived and he giggled at nothing. The waiter gave him a weird look and you looked directly at him with a firm, "That will be all for now, thanks."

Gregor rested his head against yours for a moment, feeling understood. As you both dug into dinner you added, "Always tell me how you feel, okay? I don't want to miss something."

"You never do," he said between bites. You both leaned on each other as you finished dinner and paid. A part of you wanted to yell at everyone who stared. Yell that he can't help it. That he's a wonderful person. That he's not attention-seeking. But you knew Gregor didn't want that kind of attention. You knew though, that some days were just tough and all you could do was be there for him.

As you headed out, you asked if he wanted to come back to your place. He could never resist that kind of invitation. When you arrived home, you both parked on the sofa. You sat and he took off his boots and gear before laying out and resting his head in your lap. Some more giggles escaped, but he took some deep breaths, his brain starting to give him a reprieve for the evening. You ran your fingers through his hand and chatted for awhile. He loved spending time with you. He once described your home as a haven from hardship.

"Can we watch a holo," he asked. You nodded and found something about two tookas going on an adventure. "Perfect," he said with a grin. You smiled to yourself and kept gently running your hands through his hair.

[sami-guinea-arts]

I know this was from a couple hours ago but- YEAH. The amount of Bob x reader fics annoys me on all fronts

Bob is a very interesting character!! But instead of writing his dynamics on other characters, how ships with could work, or even just fun speculation and character study, everyone just writes him fucking a reader insert!! I honestly wouldn't mind it if they all weren't hardcore smut!

And I feel bad for people who self-ship with other characters too. They see new fics for Bob x Reader day in and day out but nothing for any characters they enjoy

And on that topic I would like if people put that effort towards writing fics with the other characters. There are multiple Bob x Readers that have been started or updated after Hollow Sorrows, yet barely any fics about the events of Hollow Sorrows itself: we get prime angst, lore, and a funny toxic yaoi ship, but there's almost NOTHING for any of it!

And uh. Because I'd feel bad if I just ranted in your inbox -- have you ever read Ribs? Unironically one of my favorite SM fics because of how right it portrays both Bob and Dexter, and the humor feels right out of Spooky Month too

I don't mind smut either, but so many fics develop way too fast for me? If it's meant to be a serious relationship that is. So many unfinished fics of that, too.

Tho on Pinterest, I've seen people get livid if you dare to ship Bob with anyone (aside OCs) that isn't "Y/N" for whatever reason.

I'm open for many Bob ships, so many opportunities! Why is there like no Bob X Mr Clown or Skid's dad stuff? Gregor, Moloch, Carmen, etc. Hell why not have the cult be in a giant poly ship.

Doesn't even "have to make sense", just for some funnsies. XD And yes a lot of fics out there are with ships, not really indulging in the lore.

I think I've read that one! I really it. <3 I need more Bob X Dexter fics.