#Hydrospanners

[walkawaytall]

Look, I'm sure there exist other tools in canon that I just haven't committed to memory, but why go looking for new and strange things when someone can just need a hydrospanner every time?

[tranakin-skywalker]

not me pausing my writing to research tool brands in the star wars universe

[sw5w]

Ody Mandrell Fussing With His Pit Droids

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:02:34

[lightasthesun]

Comprehensive Lexicon Guide for First-Time SW Fic Readers:

Flimsi/Flimsiplast = Paper

Flimsiwork/Datawork = Paperwork

Stylus = Pen

Datapad = Tablet

Comlink/Comm = Communication Device/Phone

Binders = Handcuffs

Chronometer = Clock

Spectacles = Eyeglasses

Chrono = Watch

Conservator = Refrigerator

Caf = Coffee

Nerfburger = Hamburger

Blue milk = Milk (literally blue)

Hubba chips = French Fries

Sweet roll = Doughnut

Flatcakes = Pancakes

Tabac = Tobacco

HoloNet = World Wide Web

Holovision/HoloTV = Television

Holodrama/Holovids = Movie/Videos

Holocamera/Holocam = Camera

Holomap = three-dimensional map

Holojournal = Newspaper

Holocube = Picture frame

Holotable = Projector

Holoscanner = X-ray machine

Holojournalist = Reporter

Flatholo/Holograph = Photograph

Sonic Damper = Active Noise Cancellation

Refresher/Fresher= Bathroom

Sonic Bath = Bath

Sanisteam/Sonic shower = Waterless Shower

Hydrospanner = Wrench

Hydro Flask = Water Bottle

Power Cell/Energy Cell = Batteries

Authorization Chip = Decryption key

Datatape = Disk

Datastick = Flash drive

(Personal) Com Code = Phone number

Datachip = SD Card

Synthflesh = Synthetic skin

Glowrod = Flashlight

Sparkstick = Match

Slugthrower = Gun

Slug = Bullet

Vibroblade = a blade that can vibrate at high frequencies, increasing its cutting power and penetrating ability (tactical knife)

Rangefinder = Rifle scope

Turbolaser = Cannon

Ion pike/Vibropike = Spear

Electro Staff = Stun baton

Blaster = Pistol/Rifle

Stun Blaster = similar to a Taser

Landspeeder/Airspeeder/Speeder = Car

Turbolift = Elevator

Slideramp = Escalator

Starfighter = Fighter jet

Rotorcraft = Helicopter

Hoverpack/Jetpack= Jet pack

Speeder Bike = Motorcycle

Skylane = Traffic lane

Railspeeder/Hovertrain = Train

Power Chair/Hoverchair= Wheelchair

Windscreen = Windshield

Podracing = Car racing

Dejarik = Chess

Sabacc = Poker and Blackjack combined

Galactic Rebels = Combat simulator

B'shingh = Dungeons and dragons

Jizz = Jazz music

Wailer = Singer (ie. Jizz Wailer)

Cantina = Bar or Pup

Para Sailing = Paragliding

Aurebesh = Alphabet

Credits = Money

Sleeping Pallet = Bedroll

Naming Day = Birthday

Youngling = Child

Galactic Basic Standard/ Basic = English

Medkit/Medpac = First aid kit

Hypo = Syringe

Medic/Healer = Doctor

Medcenter = Hospital

Bactapatch = Bandaid

Nanoweave = Fabric

Transparisteel = Glass

Plastifoam = Packing material

Durasteel = Steel

Plasteel = Plastic

Duracrete = Concrete

Slicer = Hacker (slicing = hacking)

Identikit = Passport

Minder = Therapist

Synthleather = Vinyl

Viewport = Window

Cooling Unit = Air-conditioning

Honeydarter = Bee

Slythmonger = Drugdealer

Spice = Drugs

Stimpill = Caffeine pill

Power Socket = Plug

Cutters = Scissors

Cycle = Day

Standard Cycle = 24h

Standard Week = 5 days

Standard Month = 35 standard days

Standard Year = approx. ten months

Tenday = literally ten days

Cigarras/Smokes = Cigarettes

Click = Kilometer or 'a moment'

Parsec = a unit of distance

Tweezers/Clanker/tin head/tinnie = Droid

Separatist = Seppie

Promise Ring = Wedding Ring

Body Glove = Jumpsuit

Slicksuit = Wet suit

Civvies = Civilian clothing

Carbonite = a metal alloy used to freeze a person in a state of hibernation

Hyperdrive = device that allows a starship to travel faster than lightspeed

Moisture vaporator = device that can extract water from the air, commonly used on tatooine

Glareshades = Sunglasses

Gasser = Gas Oven

Repulsorlift = technology that can create an anti-gravity field and is used for levitating heavy objects

Heating unit = Heater

Utility Droid = Roomba

Sunbonnet = a Clone trooper helmet

Bad Batcher = a defective Clone Trooper

Banthabrain = birdbrain/ a stupid person

Bantha fodder = waste of space/nonsense

Blast! = word of exclamation

Blasted! = s.o in anger or annoyance

Blaster-brained = dimwitted

Blaster fodder = cannon fodder

Blast off = Piss off

Brainless = Stupid

Bug/Bugger = used to refer to Geonosians

Forceforsaken = godforsaken

Full of Poodoo = full of shit

Poodoo = Shit

Kriff = Fuck

Jedi scum = derogatory term for jedi

Kark = derogatory expletive

Larty = LAAT/i gunship

Laserbrain = insult

Meat droid = derogatory term for Clone Troopers

Redrobes = Palpatines guard

Rookie/Shinie = newly recruited Trooper

Scum = insult to refer to bounty hunters/rebels

Sharpie = Sharp-witted

Sithspawn/Sithspit/Hellspawn! = expletive

Sleemo = Slimeball

Son of a bantha = insult

Wizard! = Cool

Spaced = dead

Hutt-spawn = Bastard

Karabast = exclamation of dismay

Stang = Crap

Buckethead/Bucketbrain = derogatory term for Stormtroopers

Bucket = Helmet

Nat-born = Natural Born

Roger Roger = affirmative/copy that

Droid poppers = EMP grenade

Sitrep = short for situation report

Backwater Planet = any planet that isn't part of the core system

Holocron = device that can project a three-dimensional image of a person/object and is used for communication or entertainment.

Kessel Run = a risky Operation. Commonly used as a metaphor in impossible situations.

Thermal Detonator= device that can create a powerful explosion like a grenade or bomb

Ray Shield/Energy Shield = creates a (protective) barrier

Rebreather = device that allows a person to breathe underwater or in toxic environments

Phrases:

Wild goose chase = wild bantha chase

That's bantha shit = that's bullshit

As slippery as a greased Dug = untrustworthy

Credit for your thoughts = penny for your thoughts

Cut the poodoo = cut the crap

to get your gills in a twist = get upset about something

Holy mother of meteors = holy mother of god

Oh my skies/ Oh my stars = exclamation of surprise

Stars' end! = exclamation of disbelief

What in the blue blazes = exclamation

When Geonosis freezes over/When it snows on tatooine = extremely unlikely

Who pissed in your power supply = who pissed you off

Blast it = damn it

By the maker = exclamation of surprise

Great karking Dragon = expression of disbelief

Lothcat got your tongue = equivalent of 'cat got your tongue?'

Sod it = expression of frustration

[arctrooper69]

As Iron Sharpens Iron

"As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another." Proverbs 27:17

Beta-read by @dragonrider9905

Chapter 1:

Previous // Next

Warnings: Jealousy. Brief mention of blood. Canon violence.

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You couldn't even look at her.

That thought alone made you sick to your stomach. The fact that you couldn't bear to look at a woman simply because she was interested in the same man that you were, made you want to cry.

Am I really that shallow? You thought bitterly as you slammed the hydrospanner into the damaged component of the landing gear you’d been trying to dislodge.

I can’t believe I was so stupid! You jammed the point of the tool violently into a crack, trying to pry it out. Of course he’d go for her. She was prettier than you - funnier too.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath.

Hunter is his own man. He likes someone else. Not a big deal.

Except for some reason, judging by the heavy ache in your chest, it was a big deal, no matter how much you tried to fool yourself into thinking that everything was fine.

The landing gear piece was still stuck fast. You set down the hydrospanner and picked up the plasma cutter.

This better kriffing work or I’ll have Tech up my ass for a month about it. Not to mention having to tell Hunter that I broke the ship. Again.

You ran your fingers over the healing scar on your cheek and looked at the carbon scoring around the piece that stuck fast, fused in place by laser fire.

A smile made its way across your face as you remembered how it all happened. You were providing cover fire so they'd have time to escape - more exposed than you'd like to be, but it wasn't anything you couldn't handle - until a stray shot hit the ship at just the right angle.

Hunter had tackled you to the ground, shielding you from the blast with his own body.

Despite the chaos around you, being in his arms felt safe.

“Don’t ever do that again!” It was meant to be an order but it felt different than any of the others he’d given over the past year. The way he’d taken your face into his hands, carefully examining the small, insignificant wound on your cheek. His face was unreadable but as you’d looked closer, his eyes were a whirlwind of relief that you hadn’t been hurt worse. There was something else there too - something that fed the hope hidden away in your core that your feelings toward him were reciprocated. He’d kept his hand on your arm as you stood up. They were strong, steady hands that kept you warm and stayed on your arm seconds longer than the moment demanded.

But then you’d found him in a closet with Phee’s sister only hours later at Cid’s parlour.

I’m so stupid. How could I have read him so wrong? What made me think I’d ever have a chance with a man like Hunter? You shook your head, angry at yourself for letting your guard down. For the first time since the beginning of the Clone Wars, you’d felt alive in a way that didn’t involve throwing yourself into violently dangerous situations. You felt at home with this band of misfit clones. You had finally allowed yourself to feel and acknowledge the emotions that came with it. Now you remembered why you hadn’t done that before. It was stupid and you would make sure that it wouldn’t happen again.

Finishing with the plasma cutter, you brought a wrench down hard with a loud clang. The piece barely moved an inch and you threw the tool down with a frustrated groan.

“You okay over there?” Phee poked her head around the corner, eyebrow raised.

“I’m good!” You grinned, hoping the faux smile would keep her from asking anymore questions. “Just trying to get this stubborn kriffing piece out so Tech can replace it when he gets back.”

Phee chuckled as you glared at the offending part. She walked over to the side of the ship, looking up and down at the stripped landing gear.

“Damn… what’d you guys get into this time?”

It was your turn to chuckle, grateful for the distraction from your spiraling negativity.

“That is a very complicated story,” Tech answered for you as he rounded the corner, “However, I do not currently have the time to tell it. We have another mission from Cid and should be leaving as soon as we’ve made our repairs.”

Good, you thought. Another mission might be just what you needed to get out of your head and back into the groove of things. Back to normal.

Tech stopped next to Phee in front of the landing gear, surveying the mess of tools and ship components. He frowned. “Although, it seems as though that may take a bit longer than I originally thought.”

He grabbed the hydrospanner from the ground by your feet and began prying at the piece you’d been working on. “I will fix this. You pick up the tools and get that carbon scoring off of those panels.”

Phee grinned as she began helping you scrape. “I love it when you get all bossy like that, Brown-Eyes.”

Tech’s cheeks darkened, the only indicator that he’d heard her at all.

You smirked. Tech and Phee were so different from each other. Her carefree sense of adventure and aptitude for playing fast and loose with the rules seemed opposite to Tech’s academic personality and rigid structure. But despite their differences, they seemed to bond over an innate sense of curiosity and wonder. They belonged together.

Like Hunter and I should be, you thought bitterly.

The silence that fell on the group as you worked was deafening. Every so often you caught Phee pausing to watch as Tech worked his magic with the repairs.

Tech remained oblivious, but found himself sending subtle glances towards her as she worked. Every glance felt like daggers through your chest. A reminder of what could have been yours.

“How’s it looking, Tech?” Hunter walked around the corner, setting a crate of explosives down for Wrecker to load onto the ship.

The knife you’d been using to scrape the panel suddenly felt heavy and clumsy in your hand. It slipped through your fingers as you frantically tried to catch it but failed as it hit the ground with a dull thud.

You gasped as a thin line of blood blossomed across your pointer finger and the palm of your hand.

“Kriff!” you grumbled under your breath. Hunter stepped forward quickly only to be intercepted by Phee who grabbed your injured hand, inspecting it.

“Eh, you’re fine,” she pulled a bacta patch from her pocket, quickly wrapping the injury as though she’d done it more than her fair share of times. “Be more careful with that next time,” she chided. You looked up expecting to see Hunter but he was gone.

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Stardust

chapter summary: Din surprises you with a trip.

word count: 974

pairing: Din Djarin x gn!reader

prompt: stars

notes: this is my first time writing for din so i'm sorry if it's not accurate :) anyways, since i'm going to college for astrophysics, this seemed like an appropriate prompt for me to do (also because i'm a space nerd)

this is another prompt from @dindjarindiaries for dincember!

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The Razor Crest hummed softly as it drifted in hyperspace. You sat at the small makeshift workstation, tinkering with a malfunctioning thermal detonator. The compact device refused to cooperate, its stubborn wiring fraying your patience. Grogu babbled from his floating pram, watching your every move with wide, curious eyes.

"Don't touch that," you warned, flicking a glance his way. His tiny claw hovered over the edge of the table, aiming for your hydrospanner. "I mean it, kid."

Grogu cooed in protest but retracted his hand. He pouted, but his expressive ears perked up when a shadow crossed the threshold of the cockpit. You didn’t need to turn around to know it was Din. His presence was as familiar as the hum of the Crest.

“Is that thing gonna blow up in your face?” Din’s modulated voice carried a teasing lilt.

“Only if I’m lucky,” you replied dryly, not looking up from the detonator.

Din leaned against the wall, arms crossed. His beskar armor reflected the dim light, making him look even more imposing. “You’ve been at that for an hour.”

“I’ve had worse company than a stubborn explosive,” you quipped. “What’s up?”

He hesitated. That was never a good sign. Din could stare down blaster fire and an entire squad of stormtroopers without breaking a sweat, but this? This pause made you suspicious.

“Get your coat,” he finally said.

You blinked, turning to face him. “Why? Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” His tone was even, unreadable, but there was a hint of something—anticipation, maybe? “We’re dropping out of hyperspace soon. Grab Grogu. You’ll want to see this.”

You raised an eyebrow but decided not to argue. If Din was being cryptic, it usually meant he was planning something. And while his surprises often included unexpected blaster fights or hostile negotiations, this didn’t have the same edge of danger.

“Fine.” You pushed back from the table, scooping up Grogu, who squealed in delight. “But if this ends with me patching up your injuries again, I’m taking your meiloorun.”

Din chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Not this time.”

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The planet he brought you to was small, almost unremarkable at first glance. Its atmosphere shimmered faintly as the Razor Crest descended, the golden hues of its surface shifting like liquid. Din handled the landing with practiced ease, and soon, the three of you stepped out into a soft, sprawling expanse.

“Okay,” you said, surveying the area. “What’s the deal? Where’s the bounty?”

“No bounty.” Din’s helmet tilted skyward. “Just… look.”

You followed his gaze, and your breath hitched. The sky above was a tapestry of stars, brighter and closer than you’d ever seen. Nebulas swirled in vivid colors—violets, blues, and golds—while constellations stretched in intricate patterns. It was as if the galaxy had folded in on itself, presenting its wonders in one breathtaking view.

“Din,” you whispered, unable to tear your eyes away. “What… how did you find this place?”

He shifted beside you, his voice quieter now. “Picked up some star charts during a job. Thought you’d like it.”

“‘Like it’?” You laughed softly, overwhelmed. “Din, this is… incredible.”

Grogu reached up, his tiny hand grasping at the stars as if he could pluck them from the sky. You held him close, feeling a wave of emotion you didn’t expect.

Din stood beside you, quiet but solid, the kind of steady presence you’d come to rely on. His helmet tilted ever so slightly as he watched the scene unfold, and you couldn’t resist teasing him.

“So,” you said, breaking the comfortable silence, “is this your way of trying to impress me?”

He turned his helmet toward you. “Is it working?”

You snorted. “I don’t know. You’re pretty hard to impress yourself, Mr. Star Charts.”

Din made a soft, amused sound. “Thought you might appreciate the view. Astrophysicist and all.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Wow, did you crack open a textbook to prep for this? Next thing I know, you’ll be spouting quantum theory.”

“I’d rather stick to tracking fobs and blasters,” he shot back, but there was warmth in his voice.

Grogu squirmed in your arms, letting out a series of excited babbles. You adjusted your hold on him, and he immediately grabbed a piece of your jacket, pulling it toward his mouth.

“Okay, little guy, relax,” you said, gently pulling it away. “This is a ‘look but don’t eat’ situation.”

Din chuckled again, a low rumble that made your chest feel lighter. You turned toward him, watching the way the stars reflected off the curve of his helmet. Even without seeing his face, you could tell he was watching you—really watching you.

“Thanks for this,” you said quietly, letting the sincerity bleed into your words. “I needed it.”

He shifted a little, the faintest hint of hesitation in his stance. “I just… wanted to see you smile.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the honesty. For a guy who spent most of his time grunting or giving one-word answers, Din could hit you with the kind of sentiment that knocked the wind out of you.

“Well,” you said, swallowing past the lump in your throat, “mission accomplished, Mando.”

You took a step closer, lifting up on your toes to press a kiss to the cheek of his helmet. The cool metal was a stark contrast to the warmth of the moment, and you lingered for just a second longer than you probably should have.

When you pulled back, Din didn’t say anything right away. But his posture shifted, his shoulders relaxing ever so slightly.

“Come on,” he said, voice softer now. “Let’s stay out here for a while.”

“Only if you promise to stop being so cryptic next time,” you teased, but you followed him anyway, Grogu snuggled securely in your arms.

For now, the galaxy could wait.

[dystopicjumpsuit]

DJ MY LOVE!

May I request, from the cuddle prompts, of you feel so inspired:

- Feeling the rumble of their chest when they talk while cuddling

Or

- Needing their cuddles even though they have something else to do

With Tech! Haven't asked for him in a while and I think we could all use some Tech fluff right about now.

(If you get a bunch of asks for the same Clone or just feel a pull towards another clone, feel free to change it. 😘)

A/N: REBEL MY LOVE! Thank you for this! I’ve never written Tech before, and I was a bit intimidated, so I hope I’ve done justice to our boy. Also, you get two prompts for the price of one 🩵

Pairing: Tech x Reader (GN; reader is shorter than Tech but not otherwise described, aside from having a rough morning and a tendency to keep things bottled up)

Rating: T (but as always, minors DNI)

Wordcount: 789

Warnings and tags: fluff, cuddles, Star Wars swearing, adult language

Summary: You swear to the Maker, if ONE MORE THING goes wrong today, you’re going to lose your mind. Tech has an exceptional idea for how to help.

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“Dank farrik,” you muttered under your breath.

The kriffing durang fruit you’d planned on turning into muffins had gone off. It smelled like death itself, and you gagged as you tossed it into the trash compactor. With a sigh, you glanced at your chronometer and winced.

Late. Kark. 

You snatched up your cup of caf as your brain raced to think of an alternative breakfast that you could pull together in a hurry before your scheduled holocomm. Not that Omega or the Batch really needed you to cook breakfast for them, but Benduday morning muffins had become something of a tradition, and you really, really didn’t want to see the matching disappointment in Omega and Wrecker’s eyes when you told them they would need to fend for themselves that day.

Maybe Shep has some extra—

“MOTHERKRIFFER!” you exclaimed, cutting off your own train of thought as the lid on your mug popped loose and you doused yourself in hot caf.

A quiet rustle sounded from the front of the Marauder as Tech slid out from beneath the control console and sat up to watch you, setting aside his hydrospanner. With supreme effort, you managed to keep your eye from twitching as you braced yourself for a well-deserved lecture on your language.

“Is everything all right?” he asked instead.

“Peachy,” you grumbled, grabbing a towel to wipe off your shirt in disgust.

He rose quietly and approached. “I do not believe you.”

“What gave it away?” you snapped, flinging the towel into the sink with a frankly unnecessary level of force.

“You are upset. Given the relatively minor nature of the incident, I deduce that something else is bothering you. Do you wish to discuss it?”

“Not really.”

“Astonishing,” he said dryly. 

“The kriff is that supposed to mean?” you demanded.

“Merely that I have observed that you often prefer not to discuss your struggles, though I hope none of us have ever made you feel as though you should not speak freely when something is troubling you.”

You blinked, too surprised to be offended at his earlier sarcasm. “You have?”

“Indeed.”

Well… shit.

“It’s nothing,” you lied. Tech made no response, but he didn’t bother to hide his skepticism. “Fine. It’s a bunch of tiny somethings that have all piled up on top of each other, and nothing is going the way I had planned, and I’m hungry, damn it, and now I have to think of something to cook for breakfast, except I have no kriffing caf left to make my brain work, and I have no other fruit to make muffins, so Wrecker and Omega are going to give me the tooka eyes, and I have a stupid holocomm that I’m expecting at literally any minute, and I don’t even want to talk to them, but I feel like I have to, and I swear to the Maker, if ONE more thing goes wrong, I’m going to lose my ever-loving mind!”

You grabbed the towel and began to scrub the sink furiously, desperate to focus on something other than the conversation that you very much didn’t want to have. After a few seconds, though, you felt a weight on your shoulder. You turned to see Tech’s hand resting there, and for a moment you were so shocked that you stopped scrubbing. He was not usually one to initiate physical contact, and you had always tried to respect his boundaries.

“Tech?” you asked uncertainly.

“I have observed that you often seem to find comfort in Wrecker and Omega's hugs when you are upset. As Wrecker and Omega are not currently present, I would like to offer my own.”

“Are you sure?” you inquired, dumbfounded. “Aren't you busy with the repairs from Omega’s last flight lesson?”

“It can wait,” he replied. “Unless you would prefer not—”

His sentence cut off abruptly as you crashed into him, burying your face against his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist. His arms closed around your shoulders, and he held your head in one hand. You slumped against him, turning your head so you could breathe.

“Thank you,” you murmured.

“You are welcome,” he replied, the rumble of his voice vibrating against your ear as you rested your cheek against his chest. “I do not wish you to feel as though you must face all your struggles alone. Even the tiny ones.”

Just then, your comlink chimed with the dreaded holocomm.

“Do you wish to answer that?” he asked.

“Not really,” you admitted, “but I probably should.”

“May I propose an alternative course of action?”

“Propose away,” you replied.

“Remain with me, like this, and forget the holocomm,” he replied.

“You know what?” you asked. “That's an exceptional proposition. I accept.”

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[maestro030403]

How the batch would react to Omega asking "do you want to see a magic trick? Pick a card, any card"...

Wrecker

"Of course I want to see a magic trick!"

*After the trick, with wide eyes*

"Woah, that IS my card!"

Hunter

*Exhausted as usual*

"Sure, kid."

*After the trick, knowing full well how she did it*

"Neat, why don't you go show Echo?"

Echo

*busy with repairs*

"Not right now, Omega. Could you hand me the hydrospanner?"

*sees Omega's glum expression*

"show me tomorrow, okay? It's almost your bedtime anyway, isn't it? Omega? Now where'd she go?"

Tech

*supposed to be helping with repairs but is on his datapad in his bunk*

"Magic is just science we don't understand"

Crosshair

*rolling his eyes but also playing along*

"Okay I picked a card, what now?"

*after the trick*

"Not bad...but do you want to learn a real magic trick?"

*pulls out a knife*

Hunter (again)

"Omega, bed time!"

...

"Wait, what are you doing with that knife?"

...

"CROSSHAIR!"

[photogirl894]

Hey bestie! Congrats on 1300!!!!❤️❤️❤️

You deserve every single one of those followers and more!

Could you do the fluff prompt "Let me help you" with Hunter? Maybe the reader is really stressed/burnt out and Hunter just wants to take care of her. (If you wanna do it with a little hurt/comfort flair I definitely wouldn't mind 😂)

Thanks so much!

Thank you so much, my dear!! 💜 I'm happy to count you among my followers and friends!! 🥰

I got uh...slightly carried away with this one towards the end, I'll admit 😅 You'll see what I mean lol

"Emotional Engineering"

34. "Let me help you."

Pairing: Hunter x fem reader

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Becoming an engineer was something you'd wanted since you were a teenager and you were asked in school the kind of career you wanted to pursue. You were smart and really good with ship parts, putting them together and fixing them and such. You thought becoming an engineer would be no problem.

Until you got to engineering school at the Republic Academy.

That was not easy by any means.

You were lucky to get an internship as an engineer working in the Republic shipyards that helped with some things during your schooling, but it still kept you busy and only added a bit more stress.

Then you were assigned to a squad during the war as part of your internship: Clone Force 99.

They were a fun group that you got along well with and they were supportive of your schooling, offering to help however they could. You were glad you got assigned to them...but it didn't help that you found yourself distracted by their leader, Sergeant Hunter.

You were so attracted to him in so many ways, it was almost ridiculous. Your thoughts wandered to him when you were supposed to be studying for exams and you couldn't focus. You imagined what it would be like if he held you...kissed you...roamed his hands and lips over your body....

"Stop that!" you'd say out loud to yourself before smacking your own face to break out of your daydream. You couldn't afford to think like that. One, because you were supposed to be studying and two, he was a soldier and technically, your commanding officer. There was no way he'd be interested in anything like that.

Those distractions paired with the stress of your schooling as well as your work was doing nothing for your physical and mental health.

You found yourself feeling burnt out eventually, pushing yourself to do more when you felt you couldn't go any further. You had to. You couldn't let yourself or your squad down, even if it was costing you sleep and time.

This was something Hunter soon noticed.

Concerned for you, he went to your apartment one day to check on you. When he got there, he saw your door was left unlocked, which was already a sign something was up. He walked inside and announced his presence, seeing you with your head down at your desk.

His voice woke you and you cried out, "Hydrospanner!" Then you groaned, realizing you'd fallen asleep again. This couldn't keep happening. You jumped when you heard Hunter say your name. "Hunter! What...how did you get in here?"

"You left your door unlocked," he told you. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," you said, even though your whole body felt heavy and exhausted. "I'm just trying to study for my final test."

"It looked like you were sleeping instead of studying," he remarked.

You shook your head. "No, really, I'm fine."

He walked up beside you and you had to look away. You were slightly freaking out that you two were alone in your apartment. Then he said, "You're not. You've been pushing yourself and not getting sleep. Don't think I haven't noticed. You should take a break."

"I can't. This test is too important. Once I take this test, I'll officially be an engineer."

"Then maybe I can help you study and keep you focused."

An involuntary squeak sounded from your throat at the proposition. You would be far from focused if he were there. "That won't be necessary, thanks," you replied quickly.

"Your heart rate just spiked," he pointed out. "Are you uncomfortable with me here?"

You whipped around in your chair to look up at him and blurted out, "No, no, it's not that! It's just...well, I...I wouldn't be able to focus at all if you were helping me."

He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head curiously. "Why is that?"

You could feel your face turning red and heating up. Guess there was no way out now. "It's because...I'm really attracted to you and part of why I'm struggling is because I'm constantly distracted thinking about you."

His eyebrows rose up in surprise for a moment at your confession. Then he asked you, "What sort of things about me do you think about?"

Your throat closed up and you convulsed slightly in embarrassment as you turned away, not wanting to share the thoughts you'd had about him. What would he even begin to think if he knew?

However, Hunter had been able to sense the rushing of your heartbeat and that gave away everything...which made him smirk with satisfaction.

He knelt down next to you and laid a hand on your shoulder. "Look, sweetheart, you either need a break or you need to keep studying. Either way, I want to be here for you." He reached up with his other hand and gently guided your face so he could look into your eyes. "Let me help you."

The sincerity and care in his voice finally made something break inside you and, before you realized what you were doing, you leaned down and crushed your lips against his, catching him slightly off guard. Just as you were about to pull away, his hand cradled the back of your head and held you in place as he eagerly kissed you in return, which shocked you, but in a good way. Then his hands slid down your body to your thighs, he gripped them and pulled you forward a little, wrapping your legs around his surprisingly thin waist. Once he knew you were secure, one arm wrapped around you and the other came under your leg as he lifted you off the chair and into the air.

Breaking the kiss, he breathed out, his eyes dark with desire, "I'm deciding for you: you're taking a break with me. And that's an order."

Still catching your breath from his amazing kiss, you simply replied, "Yes, sir."

He carried you over to your couch and laid you down on your back. As he climbed over you, he said in a husky voice, "I can help bring all of your fantasies about me to life. I'd love to know the things you think about or imagine about me."

Your whole body went hot at his remarks and you found yourself unable to respond, unable to believe this was really happening.

Brushing some stray hair from your face, he added, "Maybe then, you'll be less distracted and can focus on your test."

"I...think that'll only distract me more," you replied.

He grinned mischievously. "Only one way to find out." Then his mouth found yours once more and his arms pulled you into him, his passion overtaking both him and you.

Needless to say...you ended up passing your final engineering test with flying colors.

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Faster Falcon Finding

“Okay, what’s wrong now?” Finn asked, coming down from the dorsal turret. “We did jump to lightspeed, right?”

“We jumped to lightspeed, then the motivator on this piece of garbage failed!” Rey replied, already levering up one of the floorboards with her staff. “That was the only thing that wasn’t giving alerts!”

She glanced up at Poe, who’d arrived from the cockpit. “Not that our pilot was helping much.”

“Hey, cut me some slack!” Poe replied, defensively. “I’m an ace fighter pilot not freighter pilot! And I didn’t want to take this ship anyway!”

“It’s not like we had much choice,” Finn pointed out. “That quadjumper got blown to pieces! We were being strafed! We’ve got to get to the Resistance, right?”

“Yeah, but – you guys seriously don’t know whose ship this is?” Poe asked. “I asked before but I think the question got lost!”

“Like we are?” Rey asked, then put a hydrospanner between her teeth while she adjusted something with a vibro wrench. “Hold on… who does this? This thing’s got a bypass on it to feed pseudovelocity compensation from the secondary generator – the one that blew up halfway through the fight!”

She sighed. “And it’s not on any of the manuals, either.”

“I’m not really surprised,” Poe said, then something began beeping.

“What’s that?” Finn asked. “That doesn’t sound like a good beep. That sounds like a very bad beep!”

“Proximity alarm, I think,” Poe replied, turning to run back to the cockpit. “That or the reactor’s about to fail, but since the reactors are in standby right now… it’d have to be-”

He yelped.

“Guys!”

“What?” Rey replied, head poking up from the underfloor compartment.

“You’re going to want to see this!”

By the time Rey reached the cockpit, several seconds after Finn, their ship was already most of the way inside the cargo bay of a much bigger bulk freighter.

“That’s not good,” Fin summarized. “Do you think – the First Order? Have they found us?”

“Maybe,” Poe muttered. “If they have, why aren’t they using a Star Destroyer?”

“Do they have enough to go around?” Rey asked.

“Who cares, we need to get out of this mess!” Finn said. “Tractor beam, right? Can we shoot it out?”

“Not likely,” Poe replied. “Okay – we need to hide under the floor plates. Rey, how soon can you get that hyperdrive motivator fixed?”

“If I knew that I’d already have it fixed!” Rey shot back. “Um – I’ll see how quickly I can do it?”

“Make it quick,” Finn suggested.

BB-8 whistled something.

“Yeah, take BB, he can help,” Poe agreed. “Finn, you and me should hide in the other compartment.”

It was cramped in the other compartment, but not that cramped, and Finn felt around to make sure he knew the space.

“It’s like these were built to hide stuff in,” he said.

“Of course they were, do you know whose ship this is?” Poe replied, in a whisper.

“I clearly don’t,” Finn countered.

Something went clang, then two sets of feet walked up the ramp.

Stopped.

“If you’re in the underfloor compartments, you can come out now, nice and slow,” a voice told them. “My friend and I have you covered, so don’t get any funny ideas.”

Finn glanced at Poe. “Got any funny ideas?” he whispered.

“I’ve got a blaster, but that’s it,” Poe told him, quietly.

Then a hand lifted the compartment, and Finn put his hands up as a sixtyish human man covered him with a blaster.

Poe stared.

“...General Solo!?” he said, astonished. “How did you-”

“I thought General Solo was a girl!” Finn objected.

“There’s two, they got married,” Poe said. “This is Han Solo, not Leia Organa Solo. I, uh… so I can explain-”

“General Solo?” Rey asked, then banged her head on the roof of the compartment. “Ow!”

She shoved the roof of the engineering space open, and stared at the wookiee pointing a bowcaster at her. “And you – you must be Chewbacca!”

Chewbacca made a pleased noise.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m recognizable too,” Han muttered. “So you stole my ship?”

“We didn’t have much choice,” Rey said. “We were being shot by the First Order!”

“Imagine how I felt!” Han replied. “I got called in to do a favour for my wife by helping answer the distress call of that kid over there, Poe Dameron, right?”

Poe nodded, a bit jerkily.

“I knew he was on this dustball Jakku, not much else,” Han went on. “So Chewie and I parked our ship – this ship – to ask the locals about anything that had been happening, and then the First Order starts shooting at us and I turned around and our ship was taking off without us!”

“...oops,” Rey said, quietly. “Sorry?”

“We didn’t recognize it,” Finn volunteered.

“I did, but I got outvoted and it was a bit hectic,” Poe finished.

“I also want to have a word with your engineer,” Rey said. “Who has a failing inertial compensator?”

Chewbacca suggested something.

“If that compensator had failed I certainly wouldn’t have been able to do that!” Rey objected. “...I don’t think I could anyway, is that possible?”

“How did you catch up to us, then?” Poe asked.

“That’s the ship we’re on,” Han explained. “I paid some smugglers way too much to charter their freighter-”

“Hey, Solo!” a trandoshan called, from the cargo ramp. “You done yet? We need to get moving!”

“Give me a minute!” Han shouted back. “Eesh, with how much I paid you’d think they’d be less rude.”

There was a clunk, and the whole freighter shook slightly.

“What was that?” Rey asked.

The trandoshan outside shouted something harsh in another language, and Han frowned.

“That sounds important, we’d better go and see,” he said.

By the time they were outside, the situation had not improved.

Two more freighters had shown up and docked with the one Han had chartered, and both had disgorged heavily armed groups, and the trandoshan smuggler group had armed up to find out what was going on.

“Hey, Rakas!” the first pirate group said. “Where are our rathtars?”

“Rathtars?” Rey repeated. “What are those?”

“They’re not hauling rathtars on this thing, are they?” Finn asked, extremely worried.

“I didn’t ask,” Han admitted.

“Rathtars are balls of teeth, tentacles and attitude,” Finn summarized. “You don’t want to deal with them!”

“We’ve got them, we’ve got them,” the trandoshan leader said. “Just let us get our passengers out of the cargo hold and we’ll begin the process of transferring them safely. You don’t want to cut corners with rathtars.”

“You were supposed to be delivering them already!” the pirate snapped, then the other group turned up and bristled. Blasters got pointed in just about every direction, and Poe frowned.

“This doesn’t look good,” he muttered. “What are those guys doing here, then, if the other group are here for the rathtars?”

“That’s Solo’s ship!” the aqualish in charge of the third group said. “I was here for the bounty on you, Rakas, but Solo’s bounty is much higher!”

“How much higher?” the trandoshan asked, sounding interested.

“Uh oh,” Rey said.

BB-8 whistled, and all the pirates turned to look.

“...isn’t that the BB unit the First Order is after?” one of the pirates asked. “The one where they’re offering enough to buy all of us a ship?”

“Run,” Han advised.

Rey and Poe made it into the Falcon, but a barrage of laserfire cut the others off from the ship, and Han glanced at Finn as they hid behind some barrels.

“Please tell me you’ve got a com frequency for them!” he said.

“Here,” Finn replied, handing his comlink straight to Han.

“Okay, listen!” Han said. “Underneath the back right seat in the cockpit there’s a control to deploy a miniature blaster turret. Use that to give us some cover!”

The Falcon deployed its miniature turret a moment later, opening fire, and Han glanced around as Chewbacca used his bowcaster to nail one of the trandoshans to a wall.

“We need to shut off the tractor beam before we go anywhere,” he said. “Story of my life… okay, kid, how good are you with freighter control systems?”

“...I don’t like this question,” Finn admitted.

“You’ll like the plan even less,” Han told him, glancing over his shoulder at one of the other corridors leading off the hangar bay. “We need to cause chaos. They’re keeping the rathtars somewhere, so…”

“You make terrible business decisions!” Finn accused.

“I know, I know!” Han replied. “Do you have any better ideas?”

“When a plan is this bad, no plan is better than this plan!” Finn complained.

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Headcanons - Falling In Love

Headcanons – First Time They Realised They Loved You

Tech

How quickly would they realise they were in love? Boy, oh boy, would it take a while for this sweet, nerdy little cherub to notice he was in love with you. He’s so focused on work, and even when you help him and make sure he is okay, he doesn’t spend enough time thinking about his feelings for it really to register. So, it would take time.

What were you doing when he realised for the first time? You are definitely, definitely working on the ship when realises the feelings are strong. I can imagine Tech handing you a hydrospanner and watching you fingers work away when realises that his feelings are more than what we would define as a ‘crush’. Then one night, you’ll be sitting together at night on his bunk and you’ll be reading with a smile on your face and when he looks at you, simply tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and out of your face, his chest tightens and he realises, this is what love feels like.

Does he tell you right away or does he wait for you to say it first? Tech isn’t the type to stress over who says what first. His social cues are perhaps not the greatest (but yes, we very much love him for that). Perhaps one evening you’ll be alone together and simply enjoying the quiet in the cockpit when he’ll turn to you, softly whispering you name. He simply state “I have fallen very much in love with you.”

Hunter

How quickly would they realise they were in love? As a man in tune with his senses, he would be the fastest to come to terms with the idea of love. He knew you were different, that you meant more, from the day you’d met each other. You were the big sister Omega needed and he loved how much you protected her. He loved a lot of little things about you and over a short period of time, he realised he was in love with you.

What were you doing when he realised for the first time? Definitely playing around with Omega. She needed a break from Tech’s ‘classes’ on ship schematics and you were near a beach. A safe beach, unlike the last time. So you dragged Hunter along with you, telling him to lighten up just a little. “I know you know how to have fun really, Hunter,” you teased, as Omega got ready. He reluctantly came along but the moment he saw you and Omega splashing around in the crystal water and you had this goofy, carefree smile on your face as you waded through the water, he knew he had it bad.

Does he tell you right away or does he wait for you to say it first? Hunter is a cautious man but he also feels undeserving of the good things in life. He’s also, although he would never admit it, riddled with insecurities. He would wait for to say it first. He’d decided that long ago. But we all know, it wouldn’t take long for a carefree spirit to lean in to his shoulder one night and whisper, “I love you, Hunter.” He’d be surprised and search for something in your eyes and when he only saw love in those eyes he loved so much, he’d rest his forehead to yours and whisper a sweet “meshla, I love you too.”

Wrecker

How quickly would they realise they were in love? Wrecker is a man a great deal of emotion that he vocalises a lot and loudly. We would be the fastest to fall in love. He would feel an instant pounding in his chest when he saw you and was a complete and utter mess. All of the words in his head couldn’t seem to reach his mouth and he knew he had it bad immediately.

What were you doing when he realised for the first time? As we’ve established, he definitely believes in love at first sight and well, the first time he saw you, you’d just destroyed well over thirty droids with one explosive. He. Was. In. Love. You dusted off your cargo pants and walked towards his brothers and him, with a little smirk, you said, “Hello.” Wrecker did as Wrecker does, he let out his booming laugh and said “I LIKE HER.” In his head, he knew it was more than. In his head, that was enough for now.

Does he tell you right away or does he wait for you to say it first? If he falls for the rough, brawny type, then he would probably be the first to say it. Not that he minded but he was wracked his nerves in the build-up of telling you. He knew it felt fast and he was worried you didn’t feel the same way. Sure you’d kissed him, a couple of times, but he worried that a woman like you, as wonderful as you were, would fall for a man like him. He’d been pacing outside the Marauder and when you popped your head around the corner to ask him what was wrong, he loudly blurted, “I think I’m in love with you!” His blush was so deep but the smile that crept up to your cheeks meant he knew you loved him too.

Echo

How quickly would they realise they were in love? Echo is another man focused on his work. He was a reg before the Skako incident and sure he and his brothers would go to 79’s and flirt with the pretty girls. But that was before. In the aftermath, in his time with the Bad Batch, he barely had a moment to think about love. When you came along, he appreciated your help, your dedication to stopping the Empire, your drive to help the clones even though you weren’t one yourself. It was slow and gradual, but he certainly fell for you.

What were you doing when he realised for the first time? You were surrounded by clones. They were patting you on the back and hugging you. You’d risked life and limb to save them from the claws of the Empire. He stood in the background and simply watched, smiling without even noticing. When he felt that heat twisting his stomach in knots and his heart pounding in his chest, he realised he was in love with you.

Does he tell you right away or does he wait for you to say it first? The poor baby is more machine than man, and he knows it. There would be no way he’d confess he loved you first. You’d have to make that move and even you were slow about it. You both had a lot going on. But you’d been waiting for days for him to return from a mission, and you’d heard bad things had happened. You were panicked. So, when the shuttle landed and you saw his tired and grubby face, you flung your arms around his neck and let out a strangled sob. You placed your cheek against his and whispered into his ear, “I love you so much Echo. Please stop scaring me like that.”

Crosshair

How quickly would they realise they were in love? Crosshair is a… complicated man. He might be aware, fairly early on, that he was delving into something deeper than just sex with you. Even though you both reminded each other that it was just sex. He started missing you when you weren’t with him, he watched you when you walked past him in the bare hallways on Kamino and he worried for you when the Empire blasted it sky high. He wanted to look for you but, as well as know, the galaxy had other plans for him that day and for the next 32 rotations.

What were you doing when he realised for the first time? It was simply that distance had made the heart grown… well not fonder… but clearer. His heart grew clearer when he had been left on Kamino. When he thought he’d lost you, his heart ached for you. So when he saw you again, even in the same circumstances he always saw you, he was in love.

Does he tell you right away or does he wait for you to say it first? The man doesn’t get a chance to tell you, even though he wanted to. He was processing these new feelings when Kamino fell. When he saw you again, his entire chest was alight and he realised he couldn’t pretend anymore. He had to take that chance. So when he saw you again, later that very same day, he pulled you to the side and placed his hands either side of your head. Kriff, he wanted to kiss you so bad but as he leaned into you, he softly affirmed, “I care about you more than I realised. I… I love you, cyare.” You lifted your lips to his and you felt him melt against you.

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And Luke can see it. He can see in this moment of profound vulnerability exactly how Palpatine twisted the Jedi General in front of him into Darth Vader, his apprentice and slave. For one moment he burns with hatred for the Sith Master, for taking this fierce desire to protect and save and destroying nearly everything good and just about this man. He can see the pieces of Anakin Skywalker littered throughout Vader, like they are distorted fractured mirrors of each other and can see how the Jedi Order misunderstands. Darth Vader did not betray, murder, kill, or consume Anakin Skywalker. Darth Vader is and always was Anakin Skywalker, trapped by choices he made and blind to the dozens of chances he had and still has to change and make a different life. Darkness only dominates if you choose to let it. Palpatine’s seduction of Anakin was no different than his tactics on a galactic scale. Luke had thrown a hydrospanner into the Sith Master’s plans for domination to save the galaxy, and he was going to do exactly same thing now to save Anakin Skywalker.

- Back From the Future: Episode VI The Clone Wars by Ariel_Sojourner, Archive Of Our Own

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technical devotion, part six: visitors

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“Pliars please”

Kan held her hand out, and Echo placed the requested tool into it. The pair were sat in near silence as Kan worked under the control panel in Echo's ship.

Kan felt that she had broken through a small barrier with Echo. It had been a few days since they got back from their mission on Haidoral Prime, and she had noticed that he now seemed to be more open to spending time with her, even if he didn't say much while he did it. She was just glad that he wasn't avoiding her like the plague anymore.

Echo didn't mean to be so quiet around Kan, but something about her made him lose all ability to speak, to think. He couldn't form a coherent thought around her, let alone speak it aloud, and it was beginning to annoy him.

“So… I overheard Rex saying that your old squad were coming around here soon” Kan tried to spark up a bit of conversation.

“Yeah, should be here anytime now” Echo replied.

Kan nodded, even though the action was obstructed from Echo's view.

“What are they like?”

“Uh…” Echo didn't really know how to answer the question, “They're… different from the rest of the clones”

“How so?”

Echo could never get used to Kan's simple inquisitive nature, but he also couldn't get enough of it.

“I don't know how to describe them, they’re all very different from each other as well”

“Hm, sounds intriguing. Hydrospanner please”

Echo obliged, “Yeah, they're certainly that”

Just then, as if they had been summoned by the topic of conversation, the sound of a ship entering the hangar filled their ears.

“Screwdriver please” Kan held her hand out, but didn't feel the tool being placed into it. She looked out from under the control panel and saw that Echo was no longer there. Kan let out a huff, and reached for the tool herself, a string of unimpressed noises escaping her lips. She finished up with the Phaser rewiring, screwing the cover back into place, and slipped out.

Kan took a rag that was slung over the back of the pilot's seat and wiped her forehead as she stepped out of the ship, her eyes immediately catching the joyous scene of reunion across the hangar.

It was hard for Kan to look away from the Bad Batch's table at lunch time. Though, it wasn't the batch she was looking at, it was Echo.

His eyes were lit up in a way she had never seen, his smile fixed on his face and laughing with his squad, and she thought it was the most wonderful sight. She had seen him smile, but never like this. She almost felt jealous that they could illicit this response from him, and found herself watching intently to find out how she could replicate it herself, not that she garnered much information that way.

She caught herself completely drooling over the sight when Echo looked in her direction. She looked away immediately and sat up straight, taking her hand away from where she had been resting her head in it. She cursed the heat that she could feel creeping up the back of her neck.

Echo looked over at her extremely puzzled, wondering why she had been watching him so intently. He assumed that she was interested in the clones surrounding him, since she had taken an interest in them before, and he left it at that, joining in the conversation again.

Kan didn’t have any other tasks to be getting on with at the moment, so she was listening in on an Imperial comm channel with the device she had made. They used a lot of code names, so it was generally quite hard to decipher, but there were always those who would let protocol slip every now and then. She let out a small sigh as the signal cut out once again, and an even bigger one when it didn’t come back at all this time. With a grunt, she rose to her feet and headed outside to check out the satellite dish.

She could immediately see that it had come out of place and an even bigger sigh escaped her lips. How do I even get up there? She walked around the hangar and found nothing of use, so reluctantly took herself off to the command room, and knocked timidly on the door.

“Come in” She heard Rex shout, and she opened the door.

“Hey Rex, sorry to disturb you, the satellite’s come out of place. Is there a ladder or anything like that around here?”

“Uh…” He thought for a moment, “There should be one in the store cupboard just outside the hangar”

Didn’t know that was there, “Alright, thanks” She smiled gratefully and went and found the ladder.

It was a particularly rickety old thing, and not straight by any stretch of the imagination. Kan felt a little bit scared going up it, but once she was at the top, she felt more in control. Fixing the satellite dish would be easy, it would just take a bit of time doing it by herself.

The ladder swayed with each small change of the wind, and Kan was starting to regret even bothering with it. As she was making one of the final adjustments, reaching around the dish a little more, the ladder began to tip over, and this time Kan was sure she was going down.

“Woah there!” She heard someone call out, and she realised she had stopped tipping to the side. She cast a glance over her shoulder and saw a man - a clone, one of Echo’s squad - holding the base of the ladder. He was the shortest of the group, and wore a bandana over his long hair and blackout face tattoo. Kan finished her final adjustment and quickly scurried down the precarious ladder.

“Thanks for that, I’m Kan” She smiled broadly at him and held out her hand.

“Hunter” He shook it, reflecting her expression back to her, “You must be the technician that Echo told us about”

“Echo told you about me?” Kan raised her eyebrows. She had got little indication that Echo really liked her all that much, so it honestly surprised her that he’d mention her to his squad.

Hunter supressed a smirk at her reaction, “Only good things, don’t worry”

Kan laughed at that, and her gaze shifted when she saw the rest of the squad gathered in the distance. She saw that Echo was watching the two of them, a particularly prominent frown creasing his brow, and offered him a kind smile. His gaze softened marginally, but he was still watching intently.

“Alright, well I should get on” She gestured inside, though nothing desperate was really calling for her attention.

“Why don't you come say hi to everyone? I know Omega was interested in meeting you” Hunter suggested.

“Uh…” Kan hesitated. She was not great in big groups, but she also didn’t want to be rude and decline the offer.

“They don't bite” Hunter added with a small grin, sensing her slightly raised heartrate and the small bead of sweat that broke out from her hairline.

Kan laughed nervously, “Okay then”

Hunter led her over to his brothers as they chatted amongst themselves, and she stood next to Echo. She looked up to him and softly spoke with a smile, “Hey”

“Hey” He replied equally as soft, smiling back at her to try and ease her obvious nervousness, then he turned back to the group, “Omega, this is Kan”

Kan recognised the small blonde girl from watching their reunion in the hangar, and her eyes lit up when she looked to the Mirialan in front of her.

“You're the technician? Echo didn't say you were a girl” Omega gushed, seeming entirely pleased by the fact.

“Heh, yeah that's me” Kan replied, a small grin spreading across her face at the expression of wonder on the young girl’s face.

“Can I see your office? Echo promised me I could see it”

“I didn't promise any-”

“Of course” Kan smiled, “it's very messy though”

“I don't care about that” Omega said matter-of-factly, and grabbed Kan's arm, dragging her towards the compound.

“Omega!” Echo called after her sternly, but Kan just laughed delightedly, looking back at him, and his furrowed brow relieved a little as he watched them go.

“Oh Echo” Hunter chuckled, patting him on the shoulder.

Echo turned to see his amused expression, “What?”

“We leave you for a couple months and you've already found a girl?” Hunter raised an amused eyebrow at his brother.

“What? No! Don’t be ridiculous” Echo denied the claim, shaking his head.

“Oh yeah, how ridiculous of you to like a pretty girl” Crosshair sneered, smirking as he placed a fresh toothpick between his teeth.

“Aw, good on you Echo” Wrecker crushed his shoulders in a side hug, but Echo pushed him off immediately.

“It's not like that, she’s just a… colleague” He glared at his brothers, who all looked at him with matching smirks.

“Whatever you say” Hunter taunted, and walked off in the same direction that Omega had dragged Kan. Echo just rolled his eyes and followed after him, making their way to Kan’s office.

“And that there is the tuner, and you can see on the screen where the signal is coming from”

The two clones stepped into the doorway of Kan's office and saw her and Omega crouched by the transmission interception device.

“That's so cool, did you make this all by yourself?” Omega asked with wide eyes.

“Yeah, I did” Kan smiled, “Are you interested in this kind of stuff?”

“Yeah, my brother Tech taught me a lot of things, but I'm still learning”

Kan noted the use of past tense and the heaviness of her tone, “Well he certainly sounds cool, I can teach you some stuff too if you like?”

“Yes please!” She grinned, and Kan opened up the back panel of the machine

“This is where everything connects, you see that there? That's the main power source, and this bit connects to the satellite, which is how it's able to pick up the signals”

“How do you know where to connect the wires?”

“Let me show you” She grabbed another motherboard and started walking Omega through it, and Echo couldn't help but stare at her in adoration at the way she interacted with his sister.

“So… you said you didn't like this girl?” Hunter said quietly, gaining Kan's attention momentarily. Echo just sent him a stern look, but it was met with a knowing smirk, “Let's leave them to it” He patted his shoulder, moving away. Echo looked back to Kan who was once again teaching Omega about the connections, and comparing with the already completed device. He smiled to himself and walked down the hall after his brother.

Omega and Kan walked into the mess together at dinner time, still engrossed in conversation about anything and everything technical. Omega was definitely the most inquisitive person that Kan had met in a while, and she was enthralled about it. She loved to talk about her work, and to be able to impart any sort of knowledge to someone else made her feel extremely accomplished.

After the two of them collected their food, Kan tried to say goodbye and make her way over to her regular table, but Omega wasn't having it.

“Come sit with us” She said with pleading eyes.

“Oh, I don't want to impose”

“You wont” She smiled sweetly, “I know Echo would like it if you did”

Kan looked over to the table and saw Echo watching her once again. “Alright then” She said, and allowed herself to be dragged over by Omega.

She approached the table feeling a little sheepish and unsure of herself, and took the free place between Wrecker and Omega. Everyone else at the table were already entrenched in conversation, so Kan tried talking to the large clone beside her.

“We haven't been properly introduced, it's Wrecker, right?”

“That's me” He smiled happily

“It's nice to meet you”

“You too, clever lady” He took her in a crushing side hug, and she grinned up at him, feeling more at ease in the group.

The clones joked and laughed together over the course of dinner, as Omega continued to ask Kan questions about her work, completely enamoured by the inner workings of her brain and her profession.

“What's this? Have the Bad Batch stolen our precious Mirialan?” A clone voice asked and placed their elbows on Kan’s shoulders, and she looked up to see it was Howzer.

Kan let the corner of her mouth quirk into a smirk, “Precious? Really?”

“Come on, you know you're our prized possession”

Kan rolled her eyes and took a sip of her drink, relaxing into the embrace of the clone behind her. Echo, on the other hand, was anything but relaxed. He felt extremely irritated by the simple fact that Kan was so physically comfortable with Howzer. This only led to him looking down into his food and searching for the reason why it annoyed him so much. Safe to say, he didn't find it.

“Howzer” Hunter nodded to him in acknowledgement, and he nodded back.

“Hunter” He replied, then he looked to crosshair, “Crosshair”

Crosshair glared at Howzer, and Kan looked up to him, seeing he wore his own scowl. She smirked, and a small laugh escaped her lips, accompanied by the roll of her eyes, “Men”.

Omega laughed at her comment, and Howzer shoved her a little.

“Anyway, you better come back soon or Oscar will go mad”

“That sounds like a tempting offer”

“I'm sure he'd have another tempting offer for you if you came back" He said as he moved away, and Kan scrunched up her nose.

“Not on his life��

“I'll let him know you said that”

“Please do”

Echo watched the exchange with an unpleasant feeling in his gut.

Kan was crouched and organising her office — her version of it at least, which entailed making haphazard piles all around her working space on the floor — when she heard a knock on the door. She called for them to enter and looked up to see Hunter stood in the doorway.

“Nice glasses” He grinned, and she realised that they were still on the end of her nose. She laughed and pushed them up onto her head so she could see him better.

“Thanks, what brings you here?”

He leaned onto the doorframe with his forearm, “We're heading off soon, but I just wanted to say thanks, for entertaining Omega”

“Oh it was no problem, she's an amazing kid, and very smart. It was my pleasure” Kan smiled

“Well, you've certainly made an impression on her, she's just been gushing about how clever you are” He raised an eyebrow.

“Ah, I'm sure she's exaggerating” Kan laughed a little, no sure how to respond to any kind of praise.

“I don't know, Echo seemed to agree” He grinned at her, and her cheeks flushed a little.

“Oh, well that was kind of him” She mumbled her words just as the person in question appeared next to his brother with Omega. Echo saw the grin on Hunter's face and the blush on Kan's and immediately assumed that he had been flirting with her. He felt his blood boil at the thought. I told him I didn't like her, I guess I can't be mad.

Omega made a beeline for Kan but Hunter grabbed her arm before she could enter the mess once again, “It's time to go”

“Aw, but Kanda was going to show me how to solder” She whined. Echo noticed that she called her ‘Kanda’ and wondered if Kan had let slip her full name.

“I can show you another time Omega, don't worry” Kan smiled at the young girl, but she just slumped her shoulders.

“Fine” Omega muttered, going back to the door.

“It was nice to meet you Kan, I'm sure we'll see you again soon” Hunter smiled.

“Yeah, it was nice to meet you guys too”

“Bye Kanda” Omega waved as they left the room.

“Bye Omega” She laughed slightly and called out.

Echo waved and remained in the doorway, looking back towards Kan.

“She's a great kid” Kan declared.

“I know” He smiled, a genuine, content smile.

“She reminds me of myself at that age” She noted, fiddling with the motherboard she was demonstating with earlier.

“How so?” Echo asked.

“I guess… always asking questions and wanting to know more” Kan started, a smile curving her lips as she thought fondly of her youth. She thought of working with her father in his workshop, making him detail every single thing he was doing, and then coming home to tell her mother everything she learnt. “And wanting to do something important with her life” She continued, looking up at Echo.

“Did you ever do anything important?” He asked with a little smile.

“I'm here aren't I?” She grinned, and he chuckled in response.

A silence enveloped them for a short moment before Kan spoke up again.

“Hunter seems cool” She admitted.

“Mhm”

Kan noted the tightening of Echo’s jaw at the comment and stopped what she was doing.

“What is it?” She asked, honestly feeling a little upset that she couldn't seem to ever get anything right when it came to him.

“Nothing” Echo turned to leave.

“Echo” She called out for him and he looked back at her reluctantly.

“Have I said something to upset you?” She asked and when he didnt reply immediately she went into nervous rambling, “I didn't mean to insinuate that you seem uncool in comparison or anything. Not that- I mean- I do think you’re cool, just that Hunter seems nice, you know?”

Echo’s jaw unclenched as he watched Kan stumble over her words, her brows pinched together in concern and eyes looking up at him with a startling intensity. He thought she looked incredible.

“Um, or is it something else?” She continued, sinking onto her knees, “I feel like I keep upsetting you and I don't know why”

“You haven't upset me Kan, you couldn't” Echo said softly and left immediately afterwards, not feeling like answering for what he said.

“Oh” Kan said, sitting back on her heels. What does that mean?

[onesingularartbean]

Jyn never knew what to make of the serious boy from droid repair. His head was always turned toward his work, his hands busy pulling out wires, soldering small parts, or gripping at his hair as he debugged. He hadn’t paid her any attention until she stole his hydrospanner.

Now, years later, she felt much the same as his thigh pressed between her thighs. Cassian used his skillful hands on her, firmly gripping her hair and moving her head within reach of his lips as she groaned. How did he make the time to become so good at this?

“Tell me how much you want me, Jyn,” he whispered.

She spoke four languages, but knew none of them would be enough. She kissed him instead.

Young Rebels AU: Jyn and Cassian grow up together in the Rebel Alliance. Strangers to friends to lovers. Slow burn 😘

[beauiestars]

OBI-WAN KENOBI - Scars of Age

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Fem!Reader {PART FIVE}

Masterlist

Word Count: 4.2K

Warnings: Childhood best friends to lovers, SLOW BURN, pining, plenty of inaccuracies with timeline and facts, graphic-ish violence, a sprinkle of death and injury, [LIST TBC].

Beau's Note: Lalalala

Summary: They say time heals all wounds. But with the forces of the universe tearing them apart, can two childhood best friends rediscover their connection and find solace in each other once more?

Six Months Later...

Obi-Wan was avoiding you. He never said it outright—he didn't have to. It was in the way his steps quickened when he saw you from afar, how he expertly swerved down adjacent corridors, and how he always seemed to be engrossed in something—anything—just to avoid an interaction.

Once, he even ducked into a storage closet, emerging several minutes later with a faintly embarrassed air and a spare hydrospanner that he clearly didn't need.

What stung the most, though, wasn't just his absence, but the effortless way he seemed to fill that void with others. He surrounded himself with new companions, people he would have once dismissed as inconsequential unless duty required their cooperation. Now, they hung on his every word, laughing at his jokes and nodding at his insights. And he was warm and welcoming, his charm working its magic on everyone but you.

He was so amiable, so disarmingly genuine, that it was no surprise he had built a new circle of confidants so quickly. It should have been comforting to see him adjust so well. Instead, it felt like he was erasing you entirely, brick by brick.

Sometimes, during training, you'd catch Obi-Wan staring at you. It wasn't often, but when it happened, the weight of his gaze was unmistakable—keen and searching, as though he were wrestling with something unspoken. But the moment your eyes met, he'd whip his head away as if burned, focusing intently on the nearest wall or fiddling unnecessarily with his lightsaber hilt.

The first training session after his return had been more tense than you anticipated. The air was heavy with the unsaid, the once-familiar rhythm between you both replaced by a growing chasm of awkward silences and sidelong glances. Determined to bridge the gap, you approached him when the instructor announced the pairing for drills.

"Obi-Wan," you said, keeping your tone light, casual. "You want to partner up?"

It was a simple request, almost automatic—a reflex from years of habit. You'd always been partners, ever since you could remember. Whether it was sparring matches, tactical simulations, or even the most mundane practice sessions, that was the rule: it was always you and him.

But not this time.

"No," he replied, too quickly. "I’m with Jarik." He gestured vaguely toward the tall, brooding Padawan who had been loitering nearby, watching the exchange with a scowl so deeply etched it could have been carved in stone.

Your stomach sank, though you kept your expression neutral. "Oh. Sure," you said, stepping back as if to give them space, though every part of you wanted to press him for an explanation. Instead, you watched as Obi-Wan strode toward Jarik, murmuring something that made the man's perpetual glower deepen. For a moment, it seemed even Jarik was surprised by Obi-Wan's choice, though he didn't hesitate to fall in beside him.

You forced yourself to focus on the drill, ignoring the weight in your chest and the occasional flicker of Obi-Wan's presence just at the edge of your awareness. Every glance, every whispered exchange between him and Jarik, felt like a pointed reminder of the distance he was putting between you. Worse still, you couldn't shake the feeling that the scowl on Jarik's face wasn't directed at Obi-Wan.

If you were being honest, his behaviour was infuriating. Obi-Wan had been acting strangely ever since his return from the Outer Rim, and no matter how much you tried to rationalise it, you couldn't ignore the growing frustration. He wasn't just distant; he was evasive, like a shadow slipping through your fingers every time you reached for it.

You hadn't heard a single detail about his mission. Not for lack of curiosity—you'd been burning with questions the moment he walked through the Temple gates. But he had made it impossible to ask. Not once since his return had you managed to catch him alone, and the rare moments you did cross paths, he made it clear through clipped responses and averted eyes that he didn't want to talk. It was as though some invisible barrier had sprung up between you, one you hadn't built and didn't know how to break.

It was beyond out of character. The two of you had been inseparable since the day you arrived at the Jedi Temple.  He had been your guide, your confidant, your partner in every sense of the word. And now? Now, it was as if none of that mattered. You were standing on the outside of a wall he seemed determined to keep intact.

Six months. Six months of this new, unwelcome routine, and you were barely holding it together. You had managed—somehow—to wrestle your petty jealousy into submission, forcing it into the farthest corners of your mind where it could fester quietly, unseen. You told yourself it was the right thing to do, that you were strong enough to bury it and move on without letting it consume you.

Obi-Wan had never been like this before. What had changed? You refused to believe you'd done something wrong. After all, if mistakes were enough to drive him away, he would've left your side a long time ago. You'd been stumbling through life for as long as you could remember, tripping over every misstep, every impulsive decision—and yet, through it all, Obi-Wan had always been there. Solid. Steady. Unshakable.

Your thoughts churned as you ducked the punch flying toward your head, the motion instinctive but distracted. Your fists clenched as you shifted back and forth on the balls of your feet, your arms raised in a textbook defensive stance. Or at least, it should've been textbook.

Your partner swung again, a quick, calculated jab aimed for your midsection, and you dodged—just barely. Your form wavered, sloppy from your preoccupation, and the stumble cost you. Before you could fully recover, she drove her knee into your ribs with sharp precision.

Pain shot through your side, stealing your breath and snapping you back into the present. You staggered slightly, your arm instinctively dropping to guard your ribs as you scrambled to regain your footing. Your partner didn't let up, circling you with sharp, predatory movements, her eyes narrowing with faint satisfaction.

"Focus," she snapped, her voice cutting through the haze of your wandering thoughts. "Unless you want to lose."

Her words stung more than they should have, not because they were harsh, but because she was right. You were miles away, lost in the storm of everything you didn't understand about Obi-Wan and the distance he'd placed between you. You swallowed hard, trying to push the thoughts aside, but they lingered stubbornly, a weight pressing against your chest even as you raised your fists and braced for her next move.

You choked out a strained breath, your ribs screaming in protest as you straightened up. Beneath your robes, you could feel the bruise already beginning to bloom, a dull ache spreading with every movement. Huffing, you forced the pain aside, cursing yourself for letting your focus slip.

Your fist flew forward before you had time to second-guess yourself. It connected with her nose, a sharp, jarring impact that reverberated up your arm. The crack that followed was loud and unmistakable, cutting through the steady rhythm of the training room.

Everything stopped.

All eyes turned toward you as you stood frozen, staring down at your hand in wide-eyed disbelief. Blood was smeared across your knuckles, dripping sluggishly down your forearm and staining the rolled-up fabric at your elbow. Your breath hitched as you caught sight of your partner, hunched over in front of you. Her hands cupped her face, but it did little to stop the steady stream of blood dripping onto the floor between you.

It all happened so fast.

A flurry of movement erupted around you as people rushed to her side. Hands reached out, guiding her away, offering support and hurried reassurances. You barely had time to process before you felt yourself being shoved back, the force nearly knocking you off balance.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" someone spat, their voice seething with anger.

"She's bleeding everywhere!" another hissed.

You stumbled a few steps away, the bitter sting of their accusations swirling in the air. Strings of curses and insults followed you, but you couldn't seem to focus on the words. Your gaze dropped to your hand—your bloodstained palm, the way it trembled ever so slightly, skin buzzing with adrenaline.

And that's when you realised something that sent a jolt through you, sharper than the pain in your ribs or the sting of their words.

You felt good.

It was fleeting, just a flash, but it was there—a surge of power, a thrill that coursed through your veins like lightning. You clenched your fist, swallowing against the rush of guilt that immediately followed. The lines between right and wrong, between pride and shame, blurred for a moment too long.

You caught a glimpse of the girl through the crowd that had gathered around her, and the sight made your stomach twist. Blood poured from her swollen, purple nose, splattering across the floor in thick streaks. Her watery blue eyes were wide with shock, tears streaming down her cheeks, her breath coming in ragged sobs. You should have felt worse. You should have felt guilty.

But there was a part of you that couldn't shake the feeling that pulsed through your veins. The sharp crack of delicate bones shattering beneath your clenched fist, the way the air had stilled the moment the blow landed. The sensation had been thrilling.

You exhaled sharply, your breath caught in your chest, just as you were shoved violently to the ground. The air was knocked out of you as your back slammed hard against the cold floor. You wheezed, struggling to draw breath, and your vision blurred for a moment. Your body ached, but it wasn't the physical pain that stung the most—it was the way your own body had reacted to it.

Looking up through the haze, you saw him: the scowling boy, looming over you like some kind of storm cloud. Obi-Wan's new "best friend," the one who had barely spared you a second glance before, but now seemed more than eager to make his point.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Jarik spat, his voice jagged with fury, echoing off the walls as he screamed directly into your face. The force of his words hit you like another blow. The room fell silent around you, save for the girl's high-pitched wails and the growing pool of blood beneath her.

"Master Windu said no headshots!" he spat.

You pushed yourself up on your elbows, gasping for air as your mind scrambled for a retort. "Hey, she went for me first," you scoffed, your voice a little too sharp, a little too weak. You tried to muster some semblance of strength, but the tremor in your words betrayed you.

The boy's shadow loomed larger, and you realised, with a sickening jolt, just how small you were in comparison. Jarik was at least twice your size, muscular and towering over you. His frame alone would be enough to break you without even trying, and he had the kind of anger that could easily take you apart, piece by piece.

You tried to lift yourself off the ground, bracing on your palms, but a brutal kick to your already bruised ribs sent you collapsing back into the cold floor. You hissed in pain, and in the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of his smirking face.

The room around you felt distant. Everyone was either too absorbed in the sobbing girl, scrambling to get a Master, or watching idly as the scene unfolded, their faces frozen in a mixture of curiosity and discomfort.

You clenched your side, the pain radiating through you in waves. You gathered every ounce of strength you had left and swung your leg toward him, aiming for his groin.

But he was faster. He grabbed your ankle and shoved it aside, flipping you over with ease.

Before you could react, his boot slammed down on your back, pinning you to the floor. The pressure knocked the breath from your lungs, and you let out a muffled yell, your cheek scraping against the cold, unforgiving surface.

"You're a sad excuse for a Jedi," he spat, his voice dripping with disdain. "Too dangerous. Hell, I don't even know why they keep you around. One wrong move from you, and you'll kill us all."

His words sliced through you. You curled up slightly, trying to shield yourself, but his boot kept you trapped, helpless. You could taste the bitterness rising in your throat, the sting of anger and humiliation.

If you had your lightsaber, you'd tear him apart.

The thought burned through your veins, a white-hot surge of rage. You would make him regret every word, every blow. But you were alone, vulnerable, pinned beneath his weight.

You felt so powerless, but the anger coursing through your veins ignited something primal. It burned, hot and unforgiving, and before you could stop it, you exploded upwards, pushing hard against him. Caught off guard, he lost his balance and tumbled backward, crashing to the ground.

You wasted no time. In an instant, you were on top of him, fists flying.

Over and over and over again, each strike fuelled by the fury and frustration you'd been suppressing for far too long. He tried to shove you off, but the adrenaline surging through your body made you stronger than you'd ever been. No matter how much he squirmed, you kept him pinned beneath you.

His blood began to seep through your fingers, mixing with the girl's, staining your skin, your clothes. Her voice was barely audible over the pounding of your heart and the shrill ringing in your ears. "Get off him!" she screamed, but you couldn't stop.

Every punch landed with a sickening thud. His skin felt soft beneath your knuckles, like dough. His protests were drowned out by the deafening rush of adrenaline, and all you could hear was the ringing in your head.

His blood stained your robes, turning the fabric from white to crimson, the dark splotches growing as you struck him again and again. Your knuckles throbbed, and your arm screamed in protest, but the pain only pushed you harder. It wasn't enough. It would never be enough.

You didn't stop. Not until two strong arms wrapped around your torso, lifting you effortlessly off the boy. His face—what was left of it—was almost unrecognisable, a grotesque mask of blood, his features buried beneath the crimson tide. You thrashed, kicking and twisting in a desperate attempt to break free, panic clawing at you. The fear of being restrained, of being trapped and forced to endure another round of blows, sent a jolt of terror through you.

But the grip on your body was ironclad, unyielding. They held you firm against their chest, and the fight slowly drained from you. The weight of exhaustion hit you all at once, and your resistance faltered.

And then, amidst the chaos, a familiar scent—a calming, grounding presence—wrapped around you. If it had been anyone else, you would never have been able to catch it through the thick, metallic stench of blood and fear. But this was Obi-Wan.

The reality of the situation hit you. You had broken a girl's nose. You had pummelled a man beyond recognition. And Obi-Wan had seen every moment of it. He had witnessed the wild fury in your eyes, the raw, uncontrolled rage that had driven you to hold a grown man down while he begged for mercy.

The realisation crashed over you, and before you could stop it, tears welled up in your eyes. The force of it was overwhelming, and you couldn't stop them. Obi-Wan's arms loosened around you, and without thinking, you turned into him, burying your face in his chest, desperate to hide from your own actions.

He didn't hesitate. His arms encircled you immediately, pulling you close, as if he'd known you needed him. He didn't ask questions. He didn't say a word. The world around you melted away as you clung to him, your body shaking, blood and tears staining the front of his shirt.

And for the first time since it all started, you allowed yourself to break.

Master Windu stormed into the training room, flanked by two frantic Padawans, their faces pale and wide-eyed from the chaos they'd just witnessed. The tension in the air was suffocating as his sharp gaze swept across the room, every inch of him radiating disbelief. For the first time in anyone's memory, Master Windu—usually the epitome of composure—looked completely thrown off balance.

His eyes first landed on the boy who lay sprawled at his feet, unconscious and drenched in a pool of his own blood.

In the far corner, the girl was hunched over, her hands trembling as she clutched a cloth up to her nose, trying to staunch the flow of blood. Her body shook with the force of her sobs, each breath choked with distress.

Then, Master Windu's gaze shifted. It found you, standing a few feet away from the boy on the floor—who was now being hurriedly moved by medics to receive attention.

You were still shaking. You couldn't stop trembling. Your grip on Obi-Wan tightened, your fingers wrapped so firmly around him that it was almost painful. Tears blurred your vision, streaming down your cheeks in a steady, unrelenting stream. Obi-Wan's presence was the only thing grounding you. His hand moved gently through your hair, a soothing, rhythmic motion, as he rocked you back and forth.

He exchanged a quiet look with Master Windu—one brief, loaded glance that seemed to say more than words ever could. Obi-Wan shook his head, a subtle gesture, but it was enough. You couldn't decipher what it meant, but it was clear that Master Windu understood. Without a word, Windu turned away, his cloak billowing behind him as he followed the medics toward the bay, his footsteps distant in the silence that followed.

The room felt emptier now. The world around you seemed to fall away as the chaos slowly faded into the background. The sounds of hurried footsteps and panicked whispers ebbed, leaving only the soft, steady rhythm of Obi-Wan's breath as he continued to hold you close. All that remained was Obi-Wan, and you clung to him.

"I'm so sorry, Obi," you whispered, your voice muffled against his chest, but the apology echoed through the silence between you. You braced yourself, waiting for the words you feared most: the anger, the disgust, the push that would send you spiralling.

But they never came.

"It's okay, love," he murmured softly. His voice was low and steady. He kissed the top of your head, and then his hands slid up to your shoulders, pulling you away from his chest just enough to look at you. His gaze was steady, filled with concern—but there was something else, something unspoken, lurking behind his eyes. It was a look you couldn't quite decipher, no matter how hard you tried. Lately, it felt like you were losing the ability to read him at all.

"Are you okay?"

The question hit you like a tidal wave, and in that moment, you realised just how far from okay you really were. The sob that had been threatening to break free tore its way from your throat, raw and desperate. Your body trembled uncontrollably as the sobs wracked your chest, all the fear and adrenaline catching up with you at once.

You pressed a shaky hand over your mouth, but it did little to stifle the sound of your anguish. The dried blood on your skin seemed insignificant now—there was more blood than hand, but you barely noticed it. "I don't know what happened," you managed to choke out, the words barely forming through the knot in your throat. "He had me down... on the ground, kicking me, and I just..."

You closed your eyes, scrunching them tightly, trying to push the vivid images from your mind. But it didn't help—reliving it was worse than the violence itself. The images, the rage, the feeling of control slipping away from you—it all hit harder in the aftermath.

"I just snapped," you finished, your voice breaking with the weight of the truth.

Obi-Wan felt the all-too-familiar flood of guilt surge through him, suffocating him. He could barely breathe. When Jarik had you on the ground, when he was kicking you—Obi-Wan had frozen. Rooted to the spot, paralysed by the same crushing helplessness that had haunted him. His body had betrayed him, unwilling to move, unwilling to act, even as you were in pain. Old wounds, long buried, resurfaced—sharp, jagged, and impossibly hard to ignore. And he couldn't lie to himself anymore.

He cared for you deeply.

The truth had been gnawing at him for so long, lurking just beneath the surface, but now it was undeniable. The realisation twisted in his gut, suffocating him. He cared for you, beyond the realms of what was acceptable. And it tore him apart to see you hurt—whether at the hands of others or your own, which had happened all too often for his liking. Every bruise, every tear, every cry that echoed in his ears—it was a wound to him too. And he had been powerless to stop it.

He had watched you suffer. Watched you hurt, and watched you snap, becoming the very thing you feared. But through it all, he had done nothing. He'd stood by, silent, a coward in the face of your pain. And it ate away at him.

Obi-Wan had never been a stranger to doubt, especially when it came to the Jedi Code. He had always questioned some of its more rigid rules, its occasional lack of compassion, but now one rule in particular was becoming painfully clear—No attachments. He had never wanted to believe it applied to him. But his attachment to you was the source of your torment, your isolation. It was a curse, a scar he had inflicted on you when he had laid eyes on you, all those years ago. The pain you had carried—was his fault.

He had tried to keep his distance, thinking that if he could just follow the rules, if he could just let go—it would make everything easier. He thought it might protect you. He thought it might protect him. But it had only made things worse. Six months of distance. Six months of pain. Six months of both of you being lost in the silence he had created. He had never felt so stupid in his life. Every decision, every misstep—it had all led to this moment, and it broke him to know he could never seem to do right by you.

And it hurt more than Obi-Wan had ever thought possible—the realisation that the attachment he had with you was the very thing that had caused you so much pain. His heart twisted in his chest. If he hadn’t spoken against you. If only he had been braver. He would have spared you this torment.

"I'm not a monster, am I?" Your voice was barely a whisper, but it was laced with a raw vulnerability that pulled at Obi-Wan's heartstrings. The words lingered in the air between you.

Obi-Wan froze, his hands stilling on your trembling shoulders. His breath caught in his throat. He hadn't expected to hear that. It rattled him to his core. The shock of your words hit him harder than anything else had. He had always thought you knew, deep down, that you were more than that. That you were good. And yet here you were, broken, questioning yourself in a way he never thought you'd need to. It hurt him more than he could express.

"Don't you dare," he said quickly, his voice firm but gentle. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest as he pulled you closer. "You are not a monster, Y/n. You are not." He held you tighter, steadying you. His hands were warm, grounding you in a way that only he could. "You are... wonderful. Even when you go a bit mental."

You let out a shaky laugh, but it was strained, more of a choked sound than real amusement. It felt forced.

"I missed you," you whispered, the words barely making it past the lump in your throat. There was so much more you wanted to say, but you didn't have the strength for it.

"I missed you too," Obi-Wan murmured, his voice soft, sincere. For a heartbeat, time seemed to stretch, everything else melting away as you clung to him. He pulled you back into his arms, and for that fleeting moment, you thought you could finally breathe again, that everything would settle, that the aching in your chest would ease.

But, as quickly as it came, the comfort dissolved.

You were wrong.

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It started with a bottle of Corellian whiskey, a dented datapad, and the worst idea Y/N had ever had.

“Are you serious right now?” Poe Dameron leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest as he tried to suppress a grin. “You want revenge. On me.”

Y/N leaned forward on his table, narrowing her eyes. “You burned my house down, Poe.”

“For the last time, that wasn’t my fault!” He threw his hands in the air, knocking over a tiny BB-8 figurine sitting on the edge of his table. “The First Order attacked. I saved your damn porg collection.”

“You saved one porg, Poe. The rest of them are space toast.”

Poe’s grin widened, even as Y/N glared at him. “You named one of them Toast, didn’t you?”

“This isn’t funny!” She threw a crumpled napkin at him, and BB-8 beeped in agreement from the corner of the room. “You owe me a house.”

“And what do you think blowing up my house is going to do, huh?”

“It’s called balance, Dameron. Something you clearly know nothing about.”

A Few Days Earlier

Poe and Y/N had known each other for years. He was the hotshot Resistance pilot, the guy with a reckless streak and a heart bigger than any of the planets he flew over. She was... well, complicated. Y/N had a knack for bad decisions, a tendency to charge headfirst into disaster, and a sarcastic wit that had infuriated Poe since the day they’d met.

But somehow, they made it work. Friends, occasional rivals, and constant thorns in each other's sides.

Until Poe accidentally burned her house down.

Technically, it wasn't his fault. The First Order had attacked, and in the chaos, his X-wing had crashed into the edge of her home. He’d managed to save her from the wreckage, but the fire spread too quickly, and soon, Y/N’s little haven was nothing more than ash.

For a week, she’d stewed in anger, glaring at Poe every chance she got. He’d tried to apologize, to make it up to her, but Y/N wasn’t having it.

“Just admit it,” she said one night over drinks. “You like ruining my life.”

“Admit it,” Poe shot back, “you’d miss me if I didn’t.”

Present Day

Y/N had underestimated how much she’d enjoy destroying Poe’s house.

It started with a wrench. She’d dismantled his kitchen, piece by piece, and by the time she got to his bedroom, she was laughing like a madwoman.

“Do you think this is funny?” Poe’s voice cut through the chaos, and she froze, wrench in hand, as he stepped into the room.

“Very,” she said, tossing a broken piece of his bedframe onto the floor.

“I should arrest you for this.”

“You don’t have the guts, Dameron.”

He stared at her, lips twitching as he fought back a laugh. “You are so lucky I find you entertaining.”

“And you’re lucky I don’t own a flamethrower.”

Poe didn’t arrest her. Instead, he dragged her to his garage, pointed at his X-wing, and said, “Fix it.”

“You broke my house. I broke your house. We’re even.”

“You did break my ship. And if you don’t help, I’m calling Leia.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

It was during hour three of fixing his X-wing that things got weird. They were shoulder to shoulder, tools in hand, arguing over which part went where when Poe looked at her.

Really looked at her.

“You’ve got grease on your face,” he said softly.

“Yeah, well, you’ve got an ego the size of the Death Star, so we’re even.”

He smirked. “You’re impossible.”

“You’re annoying.”

“You’re beautiful.”

She froze, her wrench clattering to the floor. “What did you just say?”

“Nothing.” Poe cleared his throat, suddenly very interested in the panel he was fixing.

They never finished fixing the X-wing.

Instead, they ended up in a shouting match that ended with Y/N throwing a hydrospanner at Poe’s head. It missed, barely, and clanged against the hull of the ship.

“You are the most infuriating man I’ve ever met!” she yelled.

“And you’re the most stubborn woman in the galaxy!” he shot back.

It escalated. They yelled, they shoved, and at some point, BB-8 called for backup. By the time Resistance security showed up, Poe and Y/N were covered in grease, glaring at each other, and laughing hysterically.

They were arrested for “disturbing the peace” and thrown into the same holding cell.

“This is your fault,” Y/N said, leaning against the wall.

“My fault?” Poe turned to her, grinning. “You’re the one who started it!”

“You’re the one who burned my house down!”

“Technically—”

“Oh, shut up.” She crossed the tiny space between them, grabbed him by the collar, and kissed him.

“So,” Poe said, his voice low as he leaned against the cell bars. “Are we calling this a draw?”

“Only if you agree to rebuild my house.”

“Deal.”

She smirked. “And I want a bigger kitchen.”

“Anything else, princess?”

“Yeah,” Y/N said, pulling him into another kiss. “Try not to get us arrested again.”

“Can’t make any promises,” Poe replied, grinning against her lips.

BB-8 beeped loudly from outside the cell, and Y/N laughed. “I think your droid disapproves.”

“He’s just jealous.”

“Well, he can get over it,” she said, pulling Poe closer.