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fatal dis|at|traction
Pairing: Hunter x AFAB!Reader
Words: 9774
Warnings: Unrequited feelings (in more ways than one). Touch-starved characters. Lots of sweet/dirty talk. Hunter likes to tease a lot. Oral Sex (female receiving). Fingering. Squirting. Just a bit of a knife kink (it's not everyone's cup of tea so it's a very short scene). Pentrative, Unprotected Sex (wrap it up folks). Creampie. Cuddling.
Summary: You have feelings for Tech who is now taken. Hunter notices your little predicament and decides to offer you a solution, one that you take enthusiastically. Little do you know that this could be the start of something new.
A/N: It's been a minute but I'm very thankful for the Life Day Gift Exchange by @cloneficgiftexchange because I finally managed to write something. This is for @intricatechaosofyou who gave a prompt after my own heart. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it. Coincidentally, this also fits into one of the @clonexreaderbingo prompts I got which I am embarrsingly behind on.
With every little chuckle you heard from Phee, your heart beat in jealousy at not being Techâs center of attention. You thought it wouldnât be an issue in the beginning, assuming that Tech would remain uninterested in Pheeâs flirtatious advances. But the more she hung out with the team, the more he warmed up to her subtle compliments and faint touches. Before you knew what was happening, he was hanging out with her whenever you and the batch had time off from the crazy missions Sid continued to send you on.Â
Then she took you to Pabu and things really spiraled. Their time together increased each day and you barely got to see him. You couldnât blame him really, or Phee. You just wished you had more time or perhaps been a bit more brave about your feelings towards him.
Another random laugh fills the afternoon air, this time from Tech, and you canât help but stop what youâre doing and look at the two of them enjoying the preparation for Life Day. You look with longing at the man who managed to captivate your heart with a simple, random fact, and you sigh heavily at knowing that youâll never really have a chance with him.Â
âDo you want to talk about it?â Hunter breaks your sad train of thought, and you turn around to look at him, silently praying that he didnât just notice you staring at his brother. You pack the decoration boxes and look down to the ground, pretending you donât understand what heâs talking about.Â
âWhat?â You ask once, and when Hunter doesnât respond right away, you glance at him quickly to try and gauge his reaction, hoping that you can fool him by acting as clueless as possible about his question. He stares at you silently, uncrossing his arms and heading towards you to help you out with the rest of the boxes.
âI- Iâm not sure what youâre referring to, Sarge.â You say in passing as you make your way to the storehouse, already thinking of some lie to respond with in case he dragged this out. When you set down all the empty containers, you shut the door behind the two of you and head towards the center of the town.Â
âDonât do thatâŚnot with me.â Hunter breaks the silence after a while, stopping you in your tracks and waiting until you acknowledge him. You ring your fingers nervously, gulping down the nervousness that built up in your throat before facing him. Thereâs another fake reply at the tip of your tongue but before you can say anything, Hunter beats you to it, stopping you from embarrassing yourself any further.Â
âCome on, you canât lie to me.â He furrows his eyebrows, looking at the couple standing not too far from you before centering his attention back on you again.
âIâm not lying.â Youâre more defensive than youâd like and Hunter sighs in irritation, shaking his head and taking those last few steps towards you. The last thing he wants to do is embarrass you but he knows this conversation wonât go anywhere unless you willingly open up to him.Â
âThen why is your heart racing? I can practically feel you shaking. Youâre not even looking at me.â Your palms grow sweaty the more he reveals those little details about you.Â
âTalk to me.â You never thought youâd hear him plead for anything and when you finally look at him, you see a genuine, heartfelt expression on his face, one that makes you feel even more horrible about the predicament you found yourself in.Â
âItâs not important, donât- just donât worry about it.â You wave your hand around and turn around to walk away from him, only to feel a strong hold wrap around your wrist and stop you from going anywhere else.Â
âTech is a genius, but he can be incredibly dense at times.â Hunter waits until you meet his eyes again before he whispers that last sentiment. The shock of the exclamation sends your heart racing, and your eyes widen in horror at the prospect of everyone else potentially knowing your feelings for Tech.Â
âWha- howâŚhow did you know?â
âI know meshâla, I know.â He loosens his grip a little, but doesnât let you go completely, not wanting you to run away from him. The two of you stand in quietness for too long to your liking, and you give up on trying to pretend you donât know what heâs talking about.Â
You give up on trying to make it seem like youâre okay.Â
âIs it that obvious?â The chuckle is self-deprecating, and you avoid looking into his hazel gray eyes, afraid youâd cry if he continues to give you that horribly sentimental expression.Â
âNot to the others, although Echo guessed just as much a while back. But no, the others donât know.â Hunter lets go of you then, but he doesnât move away from you, wanting you to know that heâs here to help in whatever youâll allow him to.Â
âHow did you find out?â You move away from the crowd slowly forming around the town square, wanting to have some privacy from prying eyes, from Wrecker and Omega.Â
âI notice the way your eyes light up whenever he walks in the room, or goes on one of those rants about kriff knows what.â Anyone else would have laughed at you, but you feel at peace knowing that Hunter would never tease you about something like this. He was too kind to joke about such an intimate little secret.Â
âHmm.â
âAnd your heart beats like youâve just run across the whole of Coruscant.â Hunter adds as he comes to a halt in front of the house you reserved for yourself when you first got to Pabu.Â
âAhh, that is extremely embarrassing.â You turn away from him as you respond, not wanting to be at the receiving end of whatever comment he was going to throw your way.
âItâs notâŚitâs natural to react that way when you have feelings towards someone.â Youâre a little surprised by his explanation, mostly because you never thought heâd be the type to speak so sweetly about something as awkward as emotions.Â
âRight.â You canât help but smile when you see him shrug at you, and as youâre about to unlock your door, Hunter turns around and grabs the knob, preventing you from reaching for it, let alone turn around and get away from him.Â
âYou know what you need?â He asks, and you shiver at the sudden drop in his voice, wondering why he was suddenly becoming so friendly with you.Â
âPlease enlighten me, because this whole conversation hasnât been humiliating enough as is.â You laugh in an attempt to diffuse the tension slowly building in between the two of you, but Hunter doesnât crack a single smile, roaming his eyes down your neck and taking in a deep breath before meeting your gaze once more.Â
âYou need to get your mind off of him, just for a little while. Find a distractionâŚsometimes you have to stay busy so you donât feel.â Youâre too distracted by the proximity between his body and your own to dwell on the true meaning behind his words.Â
âYeah well, good thing weâre staying here. Helping rebuild the city will definitely take my mind off of him andâŚugh, I guess make me focus less on seeing the two of them together.â Looking past him to the slowly busying town square, you completely miss the way he bites his lower lip as he studies you closely and shakes his head at your response.Â
âThatâs not what I meant.â
âOh yeah, what do you mean th-â Turning your focus back to him, the words die in your throat when you finally notice the way heâs looking at you. You part your lips in a gasp, finding it difficult to breathe as Hunter leans into your space and groans his intentions against your jaw.Â
âI meanâŚyou need to get your mind off of him, and onto something elseâŚperhaps someone else.â Your body freezes at the unexpected intimacy of the moment, and although you know you should push him away and tell him to forget whatever was happening, you tell yourself that this might just be what you need to forget about Tech.Â
âI s-see.â Hunterâs hand reaches for your waist, holding you against him until heâs sure youâre accepting his advances. He smiles at you, his eyes twinkling with mischief that sends a zap of lightning down your spine.Â
It was a warm day in Pabu, but having Hunter flush against your chest makes you even more heated, and you gulp down whatever nervousness was threatening to make itself known in the form of a rejection, allowing your fingers to dance along his forearm before you grab onto his shoulders for support.Â
âW-what do you have in mind?â He gets even more bold then, wrapping his arm around your back and pulling you in until you nearly bump your forehead against his nose.Â
âI think you know.â His voice is gravely, and it occurs to you then that he may have always had this deep baritone, but you just never truly appreciated it until now.Â
âHumor me, Sarge.â You smirk right back at him, eyes dancing from his lips to his piercing gaze in preparation for what heâs about to say.Â
âWell, youâll first need to find someone willing to help you out, someone who knows all about distractions. Then, you take them somewhere private andâŚhow should I put this, kindly ask them to fuck your brains outâŚtake the edge off a littleâŚand if you start thinking of him again, you get on your knees and have them dick you down real hardâŚtill you canât think straight.â His lips graze across the skin of your cheek, down to your neck, as he promises you the filthiest sentiments, and if you werenât sure you knew the man standing in front of you was far beyond the average man, you would have asked him how he had you melting into his arms in such a small period of time.Â
âMaker,â you nearly reach up to kiss him but then quickly remember that anyone can see you. Before you can push him away, Hunter nudges you harshly to get your attention again, not wanting you to get distracted by your surroundings or if anyone might hear what the two of you have in mind.Â
âHmm, I think your body agrees with me sweetheart. Why donât you have that tired brain of yours catch up?â He nods at your head, tilting his head to the side as if he was asking you a silent question.Â
âDo youâŚdo you know someone that can do all of what you just said?âÂ
âYouâre right in luck baby, I happen to be free for the next couple of hours.â Hunter responds right away, knowing that it would be extremely difficult to have you like this again.Â
âAhhh, t-that saves me from looking then.â You smile when he rests against you and nudges your nose with his own, aquiline one.Â
âSo, what do you want?â Again, his voice is smoother than honey, sending you spiraling in a matter of seconds out of anticipation.Â
âI thought youâŚdonât be cruel, please.â You kiss the corner of his mouth, feeling the rough stubble across his sharp cheeks burn you in the sweetest way. Hunter turns his head far enough to finally tough his lips with your own, the kiss ending far too quickly to your liking but leaves you begging for more.Â
âNeverâŚnever. I mean, how do you want it meshâla? You want it slow, soft, sensualâŚâ He slithers his hands across your body, leaving a trail of fire across your skin with each sweet touch he graces you with.Â
âOr do you like it hard and fastâŚtill you canât scream anymore?â He digs his nails into your curves then grabbing and squeezing your ass until you nearly fall against him.
âOh fuckâŚI- Hunter, please.â
âYouâre a big girl, use your words and tell me what you want!â Hunter combs his hand into your hair, tugging on it harshly until you throw your head back and give him access to your neck. He descends down on you like a madman, nipping and sucking on the soft expanse of your skin until youâre panting in his embrace.Â
âYou want me to be sweet with youâŚor do you want to feel me with every step you take tomorrow?â He licks the bitemarks heâs left behind, chuckling to himself when he feels you shaking in his arms and practically begging him to fuck you right out in the open.Â
âPlease Hunter, be- be rough with me. As rough as you want.â You reach for the collar of his shirt, fisting it in your hands as if you were holding on for dear life. You should have known that as everything else, Hunter would easily take you down without breaking a sweat.Â
âA girl after my own heart.â He chuckles then, the sweet sound shooting straight into your chest and making you wish he just pushed the door behind you open and took you somewhere more private.Â
âIâll take my time with you next time baby, worship every fucking inch of your body as you deserve. But tonightâŚtonight Iâm going to teach you how to take meâŚplease meâŚopen up for me and take my cum like the good girl I know you are.â He kisses across your damp skin in between words, finding it difficult to continue holding back when he could practically smell your arousal the more he whispers into your ears.Â
âIâm going to fuck you into the next galaxy sweetheart, till the only name your pretty little brain can remember is mine and mine alone.â Your heart beats so fast Hunter thinks you might pass out, but as you melt into his arms and pull him closer to you, he knows that youâre enjoying this as much as he was.Â
âAnd believe me when I tell you, Iâll know if youâre thinking of him. So be a pretty little sweetheart and focus on me.â He moves away to take a better look at you, raising a curious eyebrow when he finds you completely lost in every touch and every sweet word he was gifting you with.Â
âYes,â you barely manage to breathe out, waiting for whatever he still has in stock for you.Â
âYes?â Hunter asks, his expression turning more serious when you open your eyes and look right into his own. Thereâs something so erotic about how much he can sense every little reaction you have to his advances, but he sets his thoughts aside long enough to hear you openly consent to him.Â
âYes, sergeant.â Those two words are music to his ears, and he steps away instantly, but not before making sure you can still stand on your own two feet. You snap out of your haze when you no longer feel the heat of his body against yours.Â
âGood girl.â He grabs your hand and leads you away from your home, down the tiled pathway towards the quieter side of the island.Â
âWhereâŚwhere are you taking me?â
âSome place where you can scream my name without worrying about anyone hearing you.â He nearly stops in his tracks when he hears you moan in response to his words, but he knows that if he looks back now, he might never make it to his own place. If anything, the reaction he gets out of you makes him walk quicker, not caring for how you stumble several times as he continues towards the smaller, but more private homes at the bottom of the island.Â
You canât look away from him, and as you follow him blindly, you find yourself surprised at not wishing he was someone else. Maybe because youâve always found him objectively handsome, all the clones were if you were being honest, or perhaps because youâve always wondered what it would be like to be with someone like Hunter, someone who you knew would be so attuned to every sound and every muscle twitch youâd have that heâd know instantly how to please you. But the longer you dwell on it, the more you realize that youâre lucky to have someone like him pay you this much attention, or even be willing to give you this favor.Â
Little did you know that while you were longing for Tech, Hunter was struggling to keep his own feelings at bay. He didnât want to take advantage of you, far from it, but he figured that maybe, just maybe, if he showed you how much he cares for you, youâd look at him instead of his brother.Â
He can feel your eyes on him, and his heart skips a beat at the prospect of finally having your attention. Hunter wants to ask you if youâre sure about this, but as he approaches his residence, he finds himself less willing to break the two of you out of whatever cloud youâve fallen under, afraid that youâd change your mind and leave.Â
The thought nearly breaks his heart, but as he slows down and unlocks his door, he feels your hands shaking even harder, and he knows then that he needs to give you an out because you may not be able to take it yourself.Â
âSweet girl, youâre trembling.â He turns around and cups your neck, forcing you to look into his eyes so youâre sure he doesnât mind if you walk away from him.Â
âIf youâve changed your mindâŚif- if you donât want this anymore, we can stop. Itâs- itâs okay.â The words sound less convincing to his ears, but he braces himself for the rejection heâs sure youâre about to give him.Â
âNo, Hunter please.â Your instant response sends a wave of relief and reluctance through his chest, and his eyes widen for a fraction of a second before they soften again, knowing that if you noticed his expression, you might push through just to not upset him.Â
âI wonât have you against your will baby.â He leans over and kisses the small space in between your eyebrows, waiting until you relax against him before he pulls away and meets your gaze again.Â
âI want this, Hunter. I- I want you. Iâd be lying to myself if I said otherwise.â You tug at his forearms, wanting him to not shy away from you, perhaps even afraid that heâd change his mind and tell you to leave. Your nerves slowly rise again and Hunter must sense your spiraling thoughts because he pulls you into the small space and shuts the door behind you, pushing you against the wall and stepping impossibly close to you so you can only feel him.Â
âTell me what you need. Right this moment.âÂ
âCan you just...hold me for a minute? I- I need to feel your arms around me.â You barely manage to breathe out the request, not because you think heâll laugh at it but because you find yourself having a difficult time thinking of a single coherent thought.Â
âSure thing adâika, come here.â Hunter slowly walks back to the small bed at the edge of the wall, sitting down on the soft surface of the covers before pulling you into his lap. You follow him quietly, finding it oddly soothing to have him in control of your actions rather than your own mind. You throw your arms around him and rest your head on his chest, willing yourself to relax as soon as you feel his hands roam across your back soothingly.Â
âI want you to focus on my heartbeat.â You do as he says, moving your head down a little further so you can listen to his heart. If youâre shocked by how much faster it is, you say nothing and dwell on the fact that he may be just as nervous as you are.Â
âTake deep breaths,â Hunter slides one hand underneath your shirt to test the waters, shutting his eyes and smiling to himself when your muscles relax deeper into him.Â
âNothing else matters, little one. Only you, and meâŚright here and now.â He reminds you one last time, massaging your back and turning his head every once in a while to kiss you. Hunter shuts his eyes to commit this moment to memory, unsure of whether heâll ever get to have you like this again or not. He says nothing after, wanting to ensure that you have all the time you need before the two of you do anything.Â
Youâre not sure how long you spend in his arms but when you no longer feel nervous at being in his presence, you pull away and rest your hands on his chest, willing yourself to be brave enough to look into his eyes after experiencing such an intimate moment with him.Â
âFeeling better?â He reaches for your chin and moves it up softly to take a better look at you. As soon as he looks into your eyes, he smiles at you, waiting until you return the expression before doing anything else.Â
âHmm.â
âThen why donât you lay back for me.â He moves you off of him and studies you closely as you maneuver yourself around his bed. Youâre less shy than before, that heâs sure of, but you do as he says more confidently, something that doesnât go unnoticed by Hunter, and makes him imagine all that he can do to you.Â
âYou know, I- I always thought you had a soothing voice,â you break the silence reluctantly, biting your lower lip when you notice Hunter smirking at the unexpected sentiment.Â
âYeah?â He questions as he kneels on the bed and slowly crawls towards you.Â
âYes, but nowâŚnow Iâm realizing itâs your presence.â You waver in your response, finding it difficult to think of anything when heâs looking at you like youâre his prey.Â
âTell me more.â Hunter demands, dancing his fingers across whatever skin he has access to and watching as goosebumps erupt across your body at the simple touches.Â
âItâs in your touch, your- kriff, your movementsâŚyour gaze.â You arch your back when Hunter digs his nose at the space just above the edge of your pants and takes a long whiff of your scent. You think that if anyone else has done something so strange, youâd be turned off by it, but this was Hunter, and scenting was important to him, especially since he must have been getting awfully close to you because he liked what he could smell.Â
âGlad to be of service,â he comments in passing, nudging your shirt up to get more access to the skin of your stomach. He kisses your navel, breathing you in with each new bit of flesh he came across.Â
âGods above,â you canât take it anymore, reaching for his shoulder and trying to pull him closer to you so he could speed things up a bit.Â
âNo sweetheart, itâs only me.â He chuckles at the whine you send his way, looking up at you as he parts your thighs and makes space for himself in between.Â
âYouâre d-driving me insane Hunter.â Hunter doesnât move an inch as you try to bring him closer. If anything, he slows down even more and takes both of your hands into his own, softly kissing the wrist of each one before bringing them above your head.Â
âIf youâre still coherent, then Iâm not driving you insane enough.â Heâs teasing you, and if you didnât know better, youâd think he was pushing you to a point where you could do nothing but beg for him. So distracted with the patterns heâs drawing across your arms, you donât realize where the other hand is reaching until you feel his grip tighten around your throat.Â
âAhh, please.â You arch your back, grabbing the sheets beneath you in an attempt to keep your hands where he asked you to. You want nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and surrender to his lips, but you knew better than to disobey his orders. Hunter was a strict man in the field, and you were positive he wasnât any different in this context. If anything, he was probably even more severe now. At least you hoped he would be.Â
âAnd remember baby, itâs âSergeantâ for you. Got it?â
âYes, sergeant.â
âNow, do me a favor and keep your hands there.â He taps twice on them, waiting until you nod in agreement before he sits back up and takes your wrecked form. He hoped youâd open up for him easily, but he never thought youâd be so needy, let alone greedy for him.Â
âBut how will you take my clothes off?â You pout at him, the expression making Hunter wish he could flip you over and fuck you into oblivion. But he knew you needed him to be soft tonight, even if you were adamant in making him get a little rough with you.Â
âLetâs not spoil the fun.â He warns with a pinch to your hip, chuckling at the way you jump and your thighs unintentionally close around him.Â
âA bit sensitive, arenât we?â He rests one hand near your head as he leans down and kisses the corner of your mouth, waiting for you to breathe before touching your lips with his own. Itâs a chaste kiss, yet it sends your heart leaping through the roof because of how unexpectedly tender it is.Â
âIâŚhavenât done this in a while.â You whisper against his mouth, chasing him along when he begins to pull away again.Â
âShame,â itâs such a simple comment, and yet you feel a string of butterflies in your stomach at the implication behind it. The fact that you held Hunterâs focus when so many on the island were begging for it makes you wish he could have approached you sooner.Â
âHmmph,â the sound of your moan reaches your ear instantly, and you try to hide from Hunter out of embarrassment, but he doesnât let you, moving down your body slowly and continuing to drive you mad with need for him.Â
âGo on baby, moan for me.â
âWhat if s-someone hears?â
âEveryoneâs in town for the celebrations,â he reaches down and unbutton your pants, looking straight into your eyes as he pulls the fabric down your legs and throws it behind him. You try to close your legs quickly, afraid he could smell how wet you are. But Hunter is much faster than you, and he prevents you from moving another muscle, looking down once at the dark patch on your panties before meeting your eyes again, silently letting you know that he could smell you long before this very moment.Â
âNo oneâll hear you, meshâla. So beg all you want, youâre mine tonight.â He slips one finger beneath the edge of your panties, thumbing at the skin of your hips to get you to calm down a little before he does anything else.Â
âOnly tonight?â You donât mean to ask this question, not now at least, but you figured you may as well see if this was a one-time thing or not.Â
âOh I donât get to decide that, you do.â He surprises you with his answer, and the shock must be visible on your face because Hunter tilts his head to the side and stares at you until you realize you really were in control of what goes on between the two of you.Â
âSo if I- oh kriff, if I want you to fuck me every nightâŚâ
âThen ask me nicely.â He slips one hand underneath your shirt, raising it above your stomach to your chest and laying it across your sternum to feel your heartbeat. When you donât respond right away, he slides his hand a little further and draws random patterns just below your breast.Â
âBetter yet, beg me sweetlyâŚand Iâll give you my cock whenever you like.â He promises as he continues to edge you into submission, something that makes you wish you could yell at him about and thank him for.Â
âT-thank you, sarge.â Your breathing becomes erratic the longer he touches you anywhere but where you want him, and just as you begin to give up hope, he removes his hands completely from your form and reaches behind him.Â
âDo you trust me cyarâika?â The question is asked with hesitance, and youâre not sure why heâs asking you this all of a sudden, but when you hear the sound of a clasp coming undone, you know why heâs being so serious.Â
âYou know I do.â Itâs the first thing you said since he dragged you behind him where you arenât practically shaking beneath him, and once heâs completely satisfied with your response, he pulls out the blade from its holster and flips it around. Youâre enamored by the swift movement of the weapon as it dances in between his fingers, and the faster Hunter plays with the knife, the more difficult you find it to breathe.Â
âThen look at me.â He demands as he stops swinging the knife around, and you obey him instantly, gulping excitedly as he leans over your body once again and places the sharp end of the knife at the top of your shirt, inches below your neck. Â
âDonât,â Hunter warns slowly, nicking small holes into your shirt until the article of clothing rips down the middle, âmove,â his voice is somehow even more gravely than before, and you stop breathing altogether, not because you think heâll hurt you but because you canât help but feel turned on by how focused he is on you and how safe you feel with something so dangerous, âa muscle.â He continues to ruin your shirt and you canât find it in yourself to care one bit, knowing that being at Hunterâs mercy was worth far more than any shirt you could own. When he completely separates both sides of the fabric, he slips the wide edge of the knife beneath the fabric and pushes it to the side before grabbing the other with his fingers and displaying your nude skin to his hungry eyes.Â
You let out a deep breath and refuse to look anywhere else but his dilated pupils, clenching your thighs tightly at knowing that you were the reason behind such a dramatic reaction from him.Â
âI can smell you, little one. Does this turn you on?â He finally looks away from your heaving chest to your eyes, and when he finds you already staring at him, he smiles to himself and places the knife down gently on the small table near his bed. Youâre disappointed that he clearly wonât be using it anymore, and Hunter notices the small expression because he trails his fingers down your front and pinches one nipple to get your attention.Â
âUse your words and tell me.â You arch into his rough ministrations, whispering your response and moaning for more.Â
âY-yes, it does.â
âI knew youâd be fun.â He soothes the heated skin of your breast, drawing small circles around one nipple just as he leans down and takes the other in between his teeth. You whine his name over and over again, and Hunter growls his approval against you, lapping up the bitemarks he left around your hardened peak before sucking harshly on it again.Â
âFuck, I do love how sensitive you are.â He manages to say right before diving for the other nipple and tasting your natural scent along with the soap you use to shower.Â
âAnd how hard your nipples perk at the touch of my fingers.â He thinks youâre about to move one hand so he reaches quickly for it, gripping it tightly and keeping it against the bed while he leaves angry marks across your chest.Â
âAhh maker, please sergeant.â Your moans are becoming louder, and Hunter decides then and there that if you were going to scream for him, it should be his name falling from your lips, not his rank. The only warning you get before he descends down your body is his hand slipping underneath your panties and instantly pushing two fingers into your cunt. Youâre dripping for him, and his thick fingers rub against your tight walls with an embarrassing ease.Â
âKriff, I know I asked you to call me that, but forget it.â Hunter looks into your eyes as he lets go of your wrist and grabs the back of your neck, not bothering to say anything else as he lunges for your mouth and swallows your moans. You part your thighs and your lips for him, not caring for any rule heâs given you as you throw your arms around his neck and pull him closer to you. He fingers you slowly, but as begin to clench tightly around him, Hunter canât hold back anymore and he moves off of you with a wet smack before crawling down your body. Youâre shocked by the sudden urgency of his movement, and as soon as you reach for his hair and tug on it, you feel his warm lips close around your clit and his tongue aggressively lap at the engorged bundle of nerves.Â
âI want you to scream my name, meshâla. Scream my name as you come on my tongue.âÂ
âHu- ahhh g-gods!â Youâre not aware of what youâre saying, and the harder Hunter thrusts his fingers into you, the quicker you feel your release coming along.Â
âYou smellâŚso sweet.â Hunter manages to breathe in between his assault on your pussy, and you let go of his hair to grab for the sheets beneath you, not wanting to hurt him by how hard youâd pull on his hair.Â
âBut you taste so much sweeter.â He feels his cock harden as the taste and scent of you fill his nostrils. Normally, heâd find it overwhelming to be surrounded by so many strong scents, but the more you gush for him, the more he wants to dive into you and make you soak him with your arousal.Â
âHunter, oh right thereâŚplease.â You reach for his hair again, but this time, you pull so hard that his red bandana comes off in your hand and reminds you to loosen your hold so as to not overwhelm him with too many sensations.Â
âSorry, I-â You try to apologize but the words trail off when Hunter looks up and shakes his head at you.Â
âI donât mind, sweet thing. Go on, pull as hard as you want.â He leans down and kisses the hand near his head, nipping at your thumb to let you know that he was feeling more than okay.Â
âBut wonât that-â You donât want him to feel like he needs to do this for you, but Hunter distracts you again, rubbing at your clit with his thumb to get you to listen to him.Â
âPlease cyarâika, let me feel youâŚeverywhere.â Hunter begs you, pushing your thighs apart even more in an attempt to get you to do as he says. He doesnât wait for a response then, descending down on you again with more passion than you thought him capable of in such a setting, and before you know it, he has you right at the edge with his expert hands and his enthusiastic mouth. You should have known that heâd know what you like quickly, but something about him being so attuned to your responses pushes you closer to your orgasm, and before you know it, youâre shutting your eyes and letting the flood of sensations overtake you.Â
âHmm fuck, thatâs it.â You scratch at his scalp as you pull on his hair, the action driving Hunter nearly mad and making him grab at your stomach to keep you planted to his face.Â
âHunterâŚI- Iâm co-â His harsh breathing and how hard he continues to lick at your clit is all you need to fall apart, and as soon as he coils his fingers inside you and rubs your tight walls, you come around him instantly, shaking violently beneath his firm body and screaming nonsense into the damp air of the room. Itâs becoming nearly too much, and although you want him to stop, you canât find it in yourself to push him away, a part of you sensing that he may need this as much as you. So you let him continue his assault on your cunt, and before you realize whatâs about to happen, Hunter pulls away and watches as you soak his arms and his bed with your juices. He doesn't let up once, plunging his fingers into you so quickly that you manage to wet even his thighs. When he hears your heart beating impossibly rapidly against your chest, he slows down and removes his hand from you, pulling away and watching as your panties hide you from his eyes again.Â
He waits until you look at him before he slowly sucks on each of his fingers, smirking to himself when you hide behind your arms and close your thighs immediately.Â
âI changed my mind.â His voice is rough, and youâre not sure if itâs because heâs turned on or because heâs having a difficult time breathing just as you. Then the words settle in your remind and you move your hands away to take a better look at him.Â
âW-what?â You donât have time to grab him as he gets off the bed and reaches for his shirt, throwing it away as well before unzipping his pants and pulling them down his thighs and stepping out of them before kneeling on the bed again.Â
âWe can do rough later. Right now, I want to watch you come undoneâŚslowly.â He grabs your ankles and pulls them apart, not caring for how blatant heâs being with his staring as he moves towards you again.Â
âFuck baby, youâre gushing for me.â His disbelief sends a shiver down your spine and you softly smack his thigh to get his attention away from your heated core.Â
âHunter, donât- donât say stuff like that.â
âAnd why shouldnât I?â He narrows his eyes at you, daring you to say anything in disagreement.Â
âItâsâŚembarrassing.â You manage to whisper out, only to have Hunter shamelessly wipe the wetness over your legs with his hand.Â
âNo, itâs fucking sexy meshâlaâŚ.and if I had known taking my shirt off would turn you on this much, I would have walked around naked since you came on board.â He reaches for your hand and you squeal suddenly when he tugs you harshly until you nearly smack his chest. Looking down at you, Hunter bites into his lower lips as he pulls the rest of your shirt away and throws it away, not bothering to push you back into bed when you rest your hands against his naked chest and feel his muscles flex and unflex.Â
âSpeaking of taking things offâŚâ You try to grab your panties but Hunter stops you, shaking his head and bringing your hand back to his skin.Â
âNo, keepâem on.âÂ
âBut-â
âThese are mine now, and I want nothing more than to smell your cunt and my cum on themâŚwhen I take them.â Hunter nods down at the wet article of clothing as he swipes your hair away from your face and softly grazes your bruised lips.Â
âHmph, youâre a shy little thing arenât you?â He wonders out loud when you turn away from and rest your forehead against his stomach, once again feeling a sense of pride wash over him at being the one to bring such a reaction out of you.Â
âDo the honors.â He takes your hands and moves them down his rigid form, not missing the way your breath hitches when you feel the muscles on his stomach flutter at the soft touch of your palms. You donât dare look up at him as you drag his boxers down his hips until his cock juts out from beneath the elastic.Â
âOh fuck me.â You stop what youâre doing as soon as you see the size of him, and Hunter uses your moment of distraction to his advantage, pushing you back into the bed and moving away to step out of his boxers before returning to you again.Â
âSince you asked so nicely.â He remembers the biosheath and finds one in his drawer instantly, but before he can take it out, you take his wrist and bring it back to you.Â
âWait-â You stop him, unsure of what to say now that he was looking at you with such an unreadable expression.Â
âYou donât have to- like I said, I havenât done this inâŚin a while. And Iâve-â Your attempts to explain to him that you donât have anything and that you wouldnât mind it if he didnât use a biosheath with you evaporate into thin air, and as you give up on trying to relay the message, Hunter shuts the drawer and lays on top of you. One look into his eyes gives you away and you turn from him to avoid whatever embarrassing words youâre sure heâs about to relay to you.Â
âYou want me to fill you with my seed, little one?â The question is asked in such a low voice that you nearly miss the playfulness in between. You refuse to acknowledge him, afraid of how much heâd drag this out if you told him outright that you wanted to feel him leak out of you.Â
âYou want me to fuck my cum deep inside your pretty little cunt?â He asks again, this time as he slips his hand in between your bodies and wraps his palm around his hard cock, lazily stroking his length while teasing your clothed clit with the tip of his dick. He goes on for too long, and when you canât take it anymore, you moan in agreement, hoping that the outburst pushes him to finally, finally, fuck you.Â
âO-ohh gods, pleaseâŚplease.â The way he cups himself and teases the both of you nearly sends you into overdrive, and just as you begin to give up hope, Hunter tugs aside your panties, and pushes his cock against your wet folds, giving you a taste of whatâs to come.Â
âKeep begging baby.â
âPlease HunterâŚI need you. I- I want you to come inside me, want to feel you all night long.â He was planning on making you cry for him, but the sound of your voice telling him everything heâs heard a thousand times in his dreams sends him reeling and before he can warn you, he pushes his cock into your slit, arms nearly giving out at finally feeling your cunt welcome him in. You arch your back as soon as you feel his thick, hard cock fill you, and although you should be embarrassed at how easily he slides into you, you donât bother thinking about it, not when Hunter was finally giving you what youâve been craving.Â
âKriffing hells, you feel so good meshâlaâŚso tight and hot for me.â He stops moving, the heat of your cunt making him nearly lose his mind and whatever bit of control left in him.Â
âHunter-â You donât like the fact that heâs stopped pushing into you, but then he moves and you realize that maybe you needed a second to get used to him after all.Â
âI know, love. I know, just a little bit more.â Hunter kisses your forehead, lips quivering at the thought of being too much for you to handle. He waits until youâre relaxed a little before he gives you more of his cock, and when you drag your nails across his arms and grab onto his shoulder, he stops again to soothe you.Â
âYou want to be a good girl for me, donât you?âÂ
âYesâŚoh maker yes.â Your voice breaks, making Hunter wish you werenât so kriffing sensitive to him.Â
âThen open up for meâŚtake me.â He leaves a trail of wet kisses down your neck, licking and nipping at the taut skin in an attempt to distract you from whatever discomfort you were feeling.Â
âHaaâŚahh, youâre- so fucking hard.â Your words are unexpected, and Hunter fists his hands tightly into his pillows so he doesnât do something heâd regret. He unintentionally thrusts the rest of his dick into your pussy, the action knocking the breath out of the both of you and sending a strike of pleasure down your spine.
âOnly for you, sweetheart. O-only for you.â Hunter breathes against your chest, cursing at how much better you felt now than in his dreams. He could feel every inch of you squeeze him, and if it werenât for the fact that you told him itâs been a while, Hunter would have begged to fuck you like he wanted. But it has been a while, and the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt you. When you wince at the slightest of movements, Hunter pulls back and studies you, carefully listening to your heartbeat and looking over you to see if you were too uncomfortable to do this now.Â
âAre you okay?â He should be the one asking you this question, not the other way around, and even though a million compliments run through his mind, he barely manages to respond to your question.Â
âFuck, Iâm more than okay.â He hisses out as you clench around him, and before he can let you know that heâs not reacting out of pain but of indescribable pleasure, you reach for his hair and tug him down, begging for him to do anything besides remaining still.Â
âThen moveâŚâ You cross your legs behind his back to tempt him into moving against you, but Hunter remains impossibly still, resting his forehead against yours as he tries to tell you why heâs having a difficult time moving.Â
âN-not yet, just let me feel you. Let meâŚfeel all of you.â He hopes itâs enough for you to stop asking him to move, but he should have known better.Â
âIs- is it too much?â Your shyness makes itself known again, and Hunter swears beneath his breath because he genuinely didnât mean to come off so strained in his response.Â
âNo, itâs- youâre perfect.â Itâs both everything heâs feeling and barely an explanation of what heâs reserved for you for so long, but he canât find any other word to describe what heâs experiencing with you now. Youâre about to ask him to keep talking when he finally listens to you and pulls out a little before thrusting back in.Â
âOh.â The simple word riles him up more than he cares to admit, and he sets a slow and sensual pace to calm himself down and give you what you desire. The small room fills with sounds of your harsh breathing and Hunterâs controlled growls, and before you know it, heâs hitting every inch of you in a way that makes you see stars. Then you look at him, and you find his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes shut tightly, and you just know that itâs because he wants to do more with you.Â
âHunter,â you call for him, soothing his back with your hands to let him know that you werenât going anywhere.Â
âHmm?â His eyes flutter open instantly and you wonder if their color was always so intense and dark, or if this was just a product of what the two of you were doing.Â
âDonât h-hold back.â You cup his neck and pray to the maker that he listens to you.
âI already told you cyare, I want you to fall apart for meâŚnice and slow.â He pronounces each word with a soft push of his hips against you, and you know then that this would definitely not be the last time you sleep with him. It couldnât be.Â
âBut I-â
âI want to commit you to memory. The way your heart skips a beat when I kiss your shoulders,â he leans closer against you and leaves a trail of wet kisses across your sternum to your shoulder, biting it playfully when he notices you trying to move along with him.Â
âThe way you bite your lips when I pinch with your nipples,â you throw your head back in ecstasy as he pinches your nipple and rolls it in between his thumb and his index finger.Â
âThe way your eyes shut when I sink my teeth into your skin,â Hunter takes one last look at the pleasure etched on your expression before taking the other hardened peak into his mouth, rolling his tongue around your nipple before biting down harshly just below the reddened skin.Â
âThe way your cunt clenches around my cock when I pull your hair,â you wrap your arms around his back and pull him flush against you when you feel him comb his fingers into the hair at the nape of your neck and pull harshly on it, the action letting you know that Hunter was most certainly capable of being rough with you, but was choosing to get your body used to his soft touch first.Â
âAnd- fuckâŚah fuck, the way your tight walls invite me in deeper when I play with your clit.â He lets go of your hair and slides his hand down your body, squeezing your hips and scratching along your thighs to leave his mark. As soon as you open your eyes and look at him, he begins to draw small circles around your clit, all the while picking up his pace just a little to get you closer to your climax.Â
âI want it all baby,â he begs for you, roaming his eyes across your body to get his fill of you before he brings the two of you to the edge. Youâre so sensitive from before, but something about having Hunter pay close attention to you makes you welcome whatever he has to offer you.Â
âI- Iâm close.â You manage to whisper to him as he continues to play with your body, and you realize the mistake you did in your claim when you hear him laugh and pause in his ministrations.Â
âAlready?â He doesnât expect you to answer, but you whine his name and roll your hips around to get any form of friction. Hunter is distracted by the movement, and he resumes his attention to your clit, grunting with need when you reach down and scratch his stomach to urge him on.Â
âD-donât tease.â
âNeverâŚnever.â He responds immediately, thrusting into you with shallow pushes, already feeling the knot in his stomach slowly unwind the more he feels your heat pull him in.Â
âI can feel your fucking heartbeat, can feel it singing for me the harder I fuck you.â Hunter cries out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, sitting up and moving the hand on his stomach down to your clit to get you to touch yourself.
âPlease Hunter,â as soon as you start teasing your clit, Hunter grabs both of your hips and fucks into you with slow, languid movements, knowing that if he picks up the pace any further, heâd have you screaming so loud that the rest of the batch may actually hear you.Â
âWhat do you want? Tell me.â There is a layer of sweat covering your body and making Hunter lose his mind. Your scent is more pronounced now that it has ever been, and heâs not sure if heâll be able to interact with you normally now that he knew what you smelled like as you prayed for him to fuck you harder.Â
âI want you to come with me.â Your request storms into Hunterâs mind, making him wish he could just tell you how he feels, how heâs felt for so long.Â
âKriff,â he throws his head back and looks at the ceiling, knowing that tonight would replay in his mind until you came to him and asked him to take you to bed again.Â
âSo closeâŚso fucking close. Hunter, pleaseâŚlet me feel you come with me. Come inside me.â You grab one of his wrists in an attempt to remain grounded, and Hunter canât help but whine at the desperation you were trusting him with. Never in his life did he think heâd have you so unabashedly wanton, but here you were, telling him that you wanted nothing more than to feel him come with you.Â
âYouâre killing me baby.â Hunter growls and looks down at where youâre joined, not caring for how crazed he must appear to you as his hair swings back and forth, and his face shines with sweat.Â
âOh-hhh fâŚfuck right there-â you scream into the darkening room, no longer able to hold back the pleasure from seizing you and showering you with a most beautiful distraction.Â
âMeshâla, I-â whatever heâs about to say is cut off by your lips as you pull him into you and mold your lips with his own. Itâs a hungry kiss, and Hunter prays to the Force that youâre desperate for him out of necessity and not out of simple, physical attraction. He gives you what you want regardless, slipping his tongue into your mouth and surrendering himself to the pleasure just as your walls flutter around his cock and signal your orgasm. Feeling you tighten even harder around him is almost too much, and he doesnât realize heâs thrusting so violently into you until you break the kiss and scream his name. He fucks into you without abandon, growling your name over and over again until he lets go and falls over the edge with you. Youâre aware of how harshly youâre dragging your nails across his back, and before you can apologize for accidentally sending him into a sensory overload, Hunter is falling against you and sinking his teeth into your shoulders, shooting his cum so deep inside you that you feel the warmth of his seed spread across your body. Neither of you stop moving, wanting the other to reach absolute pleasure before you finally slow down. As you come down from your highs, you wonder if you should ask Hunter what he was going to say right before he came, but you get distracted by the way he begins to slowly move off of you.Â
âNo wait,â heâs about to move off of you when you throw your arms around his neck and keep him flush against you. You can almost feel his heartbeat sound against your chest, and youâre sure he can hear your own singing for him, but you pay no mind to it, instead focusing on the heat of his skin as it slides against yours.Â
âStay.â You ask once, hoping that heâd listen to you without wondering why you wanted to have him crush you with his weight.Â
âWrap your arms around me tightly.â He says after a while, and as soon as he knows you did as he said, he slips his hands beneath you and holds onto you as he rolls around. The action shifts his cock inside you, and both of you moan out in unison at the shock of oversensitivity that strikes across your spines. He is careful when he moves again, and once heâs comfortable on his back, he slides his hand up your body and grabs your neck. You pull back to look into his eyes, offering him a lazy smile before resting your cheek on his chest again.Â
âDoes this feel good?â
âI- I liked your weight on meâŚbut yes, this is nice.â You decide not to lie to him, knowing that he may misunderstand your answer if you didnât give him the whole truth.Â
âNoted.â You can hear the smirk in his own voice and snuggle closer into him, not realizing that your playing with his hair until he nuzzles closer into your hands.
âStay as long as you like, adâika.â
You make a mental note of asking him what all of those words mean later, but for now, you surrender to his embrace and the gentle touches he continued to grace you with. Neither of you say anything else as you relish the sweetness of the moment, and before long, you notice that Hunterâs heart was beating much faster than it should. Youâve been sitting without much movement for a long time, so you wonder briefly why his heart was threatening to leap out of his chest. The thought of being the reason behind such a reflex makes you think differently of Hunter, and you hope that your hunch is right or else youâll end up making a fool out of yourself when you ask him to take you to bed again.Â
Just thinking of doing this again with Hunter sends your spiraling and you unintentionally clench around him, but this time, you realize that heâs grown hard again. In fact, you could feel him pulsing inside of you, and you hope he doesnât sense the shift in your body or else youâd have to explain to him why you were getting wet again.Â
âDonât forget our little agreement sweet girl. I told you Iâd know if you were thinking of him.â Hunter breaks the silence suddenly, and you frown at the sentiment, not because it was far from the truth, but because Hunter thought you were thinking of Tech and not him.Â
âI didnât forget.â You pull away and pout at him, wanting him to see that you clearly werenât lying to him.Â
âThen whatâs making your heart race so suddenly?â Itâs the first time Hunter asks a question that he clearly doesnât know the answer to, but when you look away from him and draw strange patterns over his chest, he knows instantly what it was youâre thinking about.Â
âInterestingâŚâ You roll your eyes at him, unable to hold back from giggling along with him when he cracks a smile and laughs at your obvious irritation.Â
âH-Hunter,â you break the moment and gulp nervously when he meets your eyes and gives you his undivided attention.Â
âYes, meshâla?â If there was ever a moment where Hunter was at his most peaceful, you think it may be this one.Â
âKiss me? Please?â Youâre reluctant in your request, unsure of whether heâd draw the line here now that you werenât actively trying to fuck each other. But as heâs done so many times in the past few hours, he surprises you with an answer that youâd later pinpoint as the first time you truly felt something deeper than attraction for him.Â
âNever ask for whatâs already yours, cyare.â
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To Keep The Shivers At Bay
Captain Rex/Fem!Reader
Words: 1,754
Summary: On a special assignment, Rex ends up getting cozy with his battalion's civilian administrator. But it's only to make sure you stay warm (or at least, that's what he tries to tell himself)
Prompt: "come lay with me" (slightly adapted, but the vibes are there)
Note: this fic is part of the clone xreader life day exchange, which i ran! i was thrilled to receive @wizardofrozz as my giftee, and i had so much fun writing this - i hope you like it :)
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Cold seeped into the small cabin from the non-insulated transparisteel of the window, and you watched as snow swirled around in the night air. The storm was growing more powerful by the second, and the fact that this place wasnât exactly the height of luxury meant that the power had barely been enough to keep the lights on, let alone be able to provide a consistent source of heat. You groaned as you pulled every blanket you could find from the closet, and the fact that you only found two was certainly concerning.
Rex stepped into the cabin, a flurry of snow blowing in behind him as he swung the door closed. Even though he had been barely gone for ten minutes, and the helmet on his head meant that you couldnât tell what his face looked like at the moment, you could tell that he was cold. Usually clones had higher body temperatures than humans did, so the fact that he was feeling the temperatures meant that it would be much worse for you. Part of you wondered if you were even going to make it through the night, but you preferred not to think about that.
The most insulting part of everything here was the fact that a Republic Gunship was currently stationed right outside this planetâs atmosphere, but the intense storms above where you were made it so that the rest of the 501st was unable to get through without severely risking life and limb, so you and the captain were stuck here until the storm stopped. At least the assignment you had been sent here to fulfill had gone to plan, you thought, because if it hadnât, you have to have the worst luck out of everyone in the GAR. But with no droids or Sith on your tails, all you had to worry about was the cold.
You had thankfully packed a few hand-warmers before you left, but they were doing little to stave off the chill that threatened to freeze you solid. You handed one of the threadbare blankets off to Rex, who shook his head as he removed his helmet. âNo, you need it more than I do.â
âI can tell youâre freezing too,â was your no-nonsense response. âI would never forgive myself if I was the one who got my commanding officer killed.â
Technically he wasnât your commanding officer, but you trusted him with your life, and he knew a hell of a lot more about all this stuff than you did. Rexâs face changed, and you watched him wrestle with his emotions before finally sighing and taking the blanket from your hands.
The sooner that morning came, the sooner this experience would all be over, and the two of you shuffled off to opposite sides of the large couch before attempting to settle in for the night. Even with all the layers you were wearing and the blanket draped over yourself, you couldnât help but shiver as you tried to relax.
The first hour was brutal.
Simply put, attempting to sleep like this was incredibly uncomfortable. Ignoring the fact that this old shelter had a bed frame but no mattress, the weather conditions were the the biggest reason for the fact that you had been unable to fall asleep. Wondering if Rex had managed to succeed where you couldnât, you turned your head and looked over at him, right as he happened to look over at you.
âToo cold to sleep?â he asked, his voice soft.
Your response was accompanied by a shiver running through your body. âYeah.â
âMe too,â he said, and you could feel the misery you both shared reverberate through the space as silence settled once more over you. In a shocking turn of events, Rex spoke again. âWhy donât you come over here and lay with me?â he said. âItâs no use for both of us to freeze on opposite sides of the couch.â
There was no arguing with him, it was the very thing youâd wanted to do since you handed over one of the blankets, but you would have never asked for yourself. Besides the fact that you considered him a direct superior, you would be lying to yourself if you didnât say that Rex was incredibly attractive, and you did not want to feed into that silly crush by convincing yourself he felt the same way. Cuddling up together for the night was a survival tactic, nothing more.
You could feel one of his arms wrap around you as you layered your blanket on top of his, and you laid against him as best you could on the couch. You were certainly warmer (and more comfortable) than you had been before (Rex had thankfully taken his armor off), but you could still feel some of the biting chill of the air on your face.
âThis should all be over in the morning,â you heard him say, and you werenât sure if it was to convince himself or you, but either way, it did begin to work. Taking deep breaths and attempting to somehow pull your body heat together via telekinesis, you could feel your eyelids start to droop, and your last thought before drifting away was that you hoped Rex had found sleep too.
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A beeping noise from your datapad was the thing that woke you up the next morning, and you shivered as you opened your eyes and realized that this damn cabin was still just as cold (if not colder) than it had been when you went to sleep.
Being close to Rex helped, clearly. As much as it was chilly and you could see your breath, you didnât feel as though the cold had significantly affected your health, and you knew that it was because you had been able to conserve some of your body heat when you laid next to him. As you moved your arm towards where you had left your datapad (to stop its incessant beeping), you found it more difficult than expected.
Because as you soon found out, Rex had his arm around you.
It wasnât difficult to escape his grip, since it was more like he was resting his arm on your back than truly holding you against, but you really didnât want to pull away, even though you did. The feeling of the cabinâs cold air on your back was punishment enough for your treachery movement, but of course the captain had to yawn and shift at that very moment, with a look in his eyes that was adorably bleary as he woke up, even if it was just for a second.
âHow are you feeling?â he asked, and you were certainly not prepared for the slightly gravelly edge that sleep had granted his voice.
Maker, did you want to kiss him right now, was what ran through your head in response. Not particularly helpful, but you couldnât deny it.
âStill cold, but not terribly,â you said. âAs long as we get out of here I think weâll be okay.â
He nodded. âDo we know when the transport ship is coming?â
You paused for a moment as you checked your datapad for answers, but shook your head. âI sent Jesse the coordinates for our location last night, but there hasnât been any word since.â
âWeâre all packed though, so it shouldnât be an issue,â he said. âAnd that means we donât have to get up until we know weâre leaving.â You knew that his words were meant in that way because it was very cold in this room and your shared body heat was helping to keep both of you warm, but for a moment you allowed yourself to believe that maybe he said that because he wanted to keep cuddling with you.
A comfortable silence settled over the space as you waited for any kind of word from the rest of the 501st about when they were coming to get you. But of course, you did want to say one thing before the moment passed.
âRex?â
âHmm?â
âThank you,â you said, and a look of confusion began to dawn on his face, so you continued. âFor sharing your body heat with me.â
âOf course,â was his response, along with a smile youâd never seen before (but youâd pay an endless amount of credits to see forever).
Once more the conversation fizzled, and then after a period of time it was his turn to break the silence. âAnd if youâre still cold, I think I know of another way to help keep warm.â
âReally?â you asked, moving your body so that the two of you were facing each other. âWhat is it?â
âThis,â Rex said gently before leaning in. However, he stopped right before your lips would have connected with his. âIs this okay?â
âOf course,â you breathed. The tiny gap between you was closed, and you suddenly forgot about the fact that you were in a chilly cabin with barely any power.
The feeling of Rexâs kiss was electric, and a soothing warmth spread through your entire body. You kissed back, and soon his hands had found their way to your waist as the two of you sat on the couch. Yes, both of you were wearing gloves, but you could still feel the spark that would have electrified your entire body had it been against your bare skin.
But of course, all good things have to come to an end, and this one ended with the sound of your datapad beeping, accompanied with the sound of Jesseâs slightly mechanized voice from the comm function. âWeâre outside you two,â he said, and you reluctantly pulled yourself away from Rexâs lips.
âWeâll be out in a minute!â you said, and once you were sure no one could hear you through the device, you spoke again. âI donât know exactly what this means, but Iâd really like it to continue.â Those words could be dangerous, since clones (along with anyone who worked for the GAR) were technically allowed to form romantic relationships on the job.
Rex nodded. âIâd really like it to continue too,â he said, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your cheek.
So much was left unspoken, but you were pretty sure youâd get a chance to figure things out, even if it meant enduring inevitable teasing from Rexâs men once they figured out what was different about your relationship with their captain.
And of course, just being with Rex made all of that worth it.Â
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Keep You Safe - Commander Cody x Medic!Reader
Life Day Fic Exchange 2023 @cloneficgiftexchange
Written for @loving-the-cambridges
âAlright⌠unfortunately it does look like itâs brokenâŚâ You sighed, setting the trooperâs arm back down gently, âIâll brace it and give you something for the pain and swelling until we get you back to the ship. 1 to 10, how bad is it hurting?â
âItâs feeling much better now that youâre taking care of me, meshâla.â The trooper smiled up at you loopily and you had to resist the urge to roll your eyes.
âCareful ShinyâŚâ The voice behind you made you smirk and you turned to smile at Boil as he stared the trooper you were working on down.
âHeâs fine.â You said, motioning the older trooper to come help hold the otherâs arm while you splinted and wrapped it up, âItâs probably the shock and adrenaline talking anyway.â
âEven soâŚâ Boil rolled his eyes but was still as gentle as possible holding his brotherâs limb while you worked, looking pointedly back at him, âYou show the medics more respect. Especially the nat-borns.â
âCareful Boil,â You laughed softly as you finished up the wrapping, helping the trooper put his arm in a sling before giving him an injection, âYouâre starting to sound like your commander.â
You could see Boilâs lip twitch as he tried to maintain a professionally neutral expression, âThank you maâam.â
Declaring the newer trooper done for the time being, you quickly shooed him off with instructions to find one of the transports back to the starcruiser, once he was out of your tent set up, you turned back to Boil expectantly, âAlright, so what can I do for you?â
âThe Commander is back maâam, he asked for you.â
âMaker karking damn itâŚâ You spun around quickly to grab your bag, âMaybe lead with that next time.â
You had literally watched the man bust his knuckles open, dislocate a wrist, and just keep throwing punches. If Cody was requesting a medic there was no way this was going to go well.
-*-*-*-
Your relationship with Cody was complex to say the least. Honestly, heâd barely paid you any mind in the very beginning⌠another nat-born medic that had been brought in because there was too much work for the clone medics to keep up with. But after a few weeks of you seeming to always be there every time he turned around, the Marshal Commander couldnât help but notice the way you treated his brothers. Like actual people and that they were deserving of your real effort, care, and attention.
And there was also the fact that you had to be the single most persistent nat-born heâd ever had to work with⌠Usually, Cody avoided the medics when and wherever he could, leaving the time and supplies open for other troopers he considered more in need than himself.
You however were stubbornly opposed to his inexplicable need to âjust walk it offâ, going so far as to literally chase him down once when Waxer had âaccidentallyâ mentioned to you that heâd taken a rather hard kick to the ribs during the previous skirmish.
Granted, his ribs had been bruised, but it wasnât anything he couldnât handle.
You werenât hearing any of it though, and Cody had had to sit there petulantly while youâd tended to him.
That had been where the ice had started to crack, and eventually after much persistence and pursuit on your part, Cody had started coming to you, and exclusively you, whenever he was more than just a little bumped and bruised. And, you at least liked to think that, a sort of friendship had sparked up between the two of youâŚ.
What little free time he had, he was more than content to spend with you if the situation allowed, youâd sat in on more than a few meal time meetings with him, and you were always his first consult when it came to the best solutions for setting up the field medical stations.
The only other person youâd seen him be that casual and informal with was the General in their down time, so youâd like to think that meant you were in some kind of favor.
Which is what leads you here now, busting into the command tent with a barely contained panic, âIâm here! What happened?â
Cody was leaning against the large table in the middle with different maps and other planning materials strewn across it. One arm was hanging limply at his side, the other one holding it close against him to seemingly keep it from moving or getting jostled around.
âI canât-â Cody grunted, trying to roll his shoulder again, âI canât get it back inâŚâ
âAll right, stop - Stop moving it,â You shook your head crossing to him and quickly putting your hand on the uninjured arm, âLet me look.â
You started gently removing his armor to get a better look at the damage underneath. The hiss through your teeth was involuntary as soon as you got the spaulding off, just from the jut of his shoulder you could tell the joint was fully dislocated.
âOk⌠good news is we can fix itâŚâ You said looking up at him.
âThe bad news is, itâs gonna hurt like hell.â He finished and you nodded sheepishly, âAlright⌠Letâs get it over withâŚâ
The process wasnât complicated, making Cody lay back across the table with his shoulder at the edge and hold your bag while you pushed the arm back out straight to get the bone to drop back into the joint. The loud crack made you wince, and completely justified the long, low string of curses Cody let out as he reflexively dropped your bag.
âEasy⌠Easy,â You helped him set up, making sure he moved somewhat gingerly until you could get a look at the rest of him, âJust relax a minute.â
âIâm alright,â Cody shook his head, trying to wave you off as he got back on his feet, âI need to get back out there.â
âCody!â You snapped, grabbing him by the elbow of his good arm.
Whatever scolding you were about to give the commander was cut off by a loud explosion that rocked the ground beneath your feet. Cody moved quickly to grab you by the forearm, half dragging you out of the tent to see what was going on.
The second explosion went off far too close to the right of you and Cody barely had time to pull you into him before the two of you were sent flying through a cloud of dust and debris.
You registered something sharp hitting you in the back before everything faded awayâŚ
-*-*-*-
âCâmon cyare, you have to wake up for meâŚâ
You groan lowly, trying to turn your head away from the incessant tapping on your cheek, blinking slowly as things around you came back into focus. The first thing to register was the ringing in your ears, followed quickly by the pain in your head and back.
âThere you go karâta, easy.â Cody helped you sit up as gently as he could, shifting around behind you so you could sit propped up against him, âI tried to cover you, but you still took a hard hit to the head. Donât try to move too fast just yet.â
You gave a weak laugh and leaned your head back against his shoulder, âWell, itâs nice to know youâve been paying attention, even if you donât actually listen to anything I tell you.â
You could feel the chuckle vibrate through his chest even if the trooper behind you was trying to hide it, âI always listen to you, meshâla.â
To say you were a little stunned by his free use of endearments would be an understatement; other troopers, especially the new and shiny ones, through them around like water - a sweet, if a little awkward attempt to flirt with one of the first if not only females theyâd had close contact with in their lives - but not Cody. He almost exclusively addressed you as âmaâamâ or your surname.
Either way it was still your turn to chuckle, turning your head to look up at him over your shoulder, âYeah? You got a funny way of showing it, Kote.â
Another odd occurrence: Cody smiled, again laughing under his breath, as he looked away from you. If you didnât know any better, and there was more light wherever the two of you were temporarily hidden, you would have sworn he was blushing.
âJust because I donât always have the luxury of following your orders, doesnât mean Iâm not paying attention.â
Another explosion and the sound of blaster fire cut through whatever clandestine moment the two of you were having, Codyâs head immediately snapping back to the small cave entrance you assumed youâd fallen through, âWe need to move.â
You nodded, pushing yourself back up to your feet, still a little unsteady, but there was no spinning feeling or nausea, so you could power through it.
âYou stay right beside me, cyarâika,â Cody said drawing his own blaster as he chanced peeking out of the cave, âRight on my hip, Iâll get you back behind the line.â
You nodded, as he slipped his helmet back on, âRight behind you Commander.â
Reaching back for your hand, Cody pulled you up beside him as close as he could get you, and just as you thought he was about to step out into the fray he stopped and turned back to you. Squeezing your hand, you could just tell Cody was staring down at you intently behind his helmet
âStay with me, ner karâta,â Your eyes fell shut on their own accord as Cody leaned in to press the forehead of his helmet against yours, âI will keep you safe.â
In that moment, you had never believed anything more.
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Pairing: Echo x Reader
Summary: Echo knows you are alone on Life Day Eve and wants to spend the holiday with you.
Warnings: Light angst/meloncholy related to the holidays, kissing/making out, slight allusion to sexy times but not described and nothing explicit. Fluffy and happy ending. đ
WC: 2676
A/N: This is a gift for @cc--2224 as part of the Life Day Fic Exchange hosted by @cloneficgiftexchange !
I played with ideas from the prompt: Having no one to spend the holidays with and being invited out/over to spend it with [x clone].
âď¸ Happy Holidays and I hope you enjoy @cc--2224 ! âď¸
The sun was setting, and delicate rays of light poured into the streets from residences up and down every street on Pabu.
Life Day lights began twinkling on above doors and around windows as the sun sunk beyond the horizon.
Laughter and melodic tunes floated in the air, along with mouth-watering aromas from holiday feasts being set out on tables for friends and family to enjoy.
Echo stood outside your small Pabu cafe, trying to steady his nerves. He was clutching a bottle of rare Tevraki whiskey in his hand, something he had been saving for some time.
Your neon âOpenâ sign was switched off and the cafe was dark, though a string of Life Day lights flickered above your storefront sign.
You lived in a small apartment in the back of the cafe, and Echo could see a dim light illuminating your living room window.
It was Life Day Eve, and Echo knew you were alone.
Echo had been frequenting your cafe for a while now, making a point to come in the early mornings when your delectable baked goods were fresh out of the nanowave oven.
The more he got to know you, sipping caf and sharing stories and smiles, the more he realized he was catching feelings.
It started small, at first. Little fleeting flutters of his heart when he entered your cafe, knowing youâd be behind the counter. His face warming when youâd laugh, a wonderful medolic laugh that made those flutters in his chest beat like a porgâs wings trying its damdest to fly.
When he was away on missions with Rex, he thought more and more of you, truly missing you and how he felt when he was in your presence.
He feltâŚsafe. Comfortable. At ease. Emotions he hasnât felt in a long, long time.
You were kind and generous to everyone who entered your cafe and went out of your way to help the people of Pabu. You often hand-delivered bespoke baked goods to new arrivals to make them feel at home.
Echo admired your kind heart, quiet strength, and warm demeanor. It took him time to fully realize what he was feeling, but let it happen. Echo had been thinking more and more of his future, especially now that he was in control of his destiny for the first time in his life.
He had much taken from him, his very soul used against his will. He was given a second chance, and he was not going to waste it.
So when Echo discovered you were spending the holiday by yourself, he knew he couldnât let you be alone, not tonight.
You cared so much about Life Day, just the day before describing your fond memories of celebrating with your family as a child. You were a refugee like most Pabu residents, and youâve been unable to see your family for many years due to the war.
Echo picked up the melancholy in your voice and how your body language changed when you spoke of your memories, a heavy weight anchoring you down knowing it was another Life Day without them.
Echo had his brothers and Omega. He was incredibly lucky to have a support structure, even after all he had been through.
The thought of you having no one to celebrate with didnât sit right with him, so he decided to surprise you with a bottle of whiskey he purchased some time ago, a drink he used to share with Fives on this very holiday.
Echo found himself with a similar weight in his chest this cycle, thinking of Fives. Life Day was Fiveâs favorite holiday, and Echo had many memories of him and Fives savoring this drink on this nat-born holiday, cheering their brothers, and speaking of their hopes for the future.
Echo couldnât think of anyone else heâd want to share this drink with tonight. Not even his own brothers. But you.
Now Echo stood in front of your door, hesitating for a moment, hoping he wasnât coming on too strongly.
Echo never had time for relationships and was currently flying by the seat of his pants, but wasnât dumb.
Echo has noticed how your expression softens when you look at him, or how your hand always brushes against his every time he hands you credits for his caf, touching his hand just long enough to be noticeable.
He was here as a friend, as much as he wanted to be more than friends. He wanted to kiss you, hold you, and let you know just how much you meant to him.
Echo wanted to respect your boundaries, though, and if you just wanted to be friends, he would continue to stand by your side as that and nothing more.
Echo took a breath and walked to the back of your cafe, up to your front door that was adorned with a Life Day wreath.
He tapped on your front door with his scomp.
It was now or never.
He waited a moment, hearing quiet music playing and some shuffling.
âHello?â Your voice called from behind your door.
âItâs Echo.â
Your door clicked open, revealing your face, warm light spilling out, illuminating Echo who stood before you.
You were wearing your apron, the one you always adorned in the storefront, and Echo could immediately smell something sweet drifting from your kitchen.
âEcho!â Your face lit up. âWhat are you doing here?â You looked surprised, glancing at the whiskey in his hand.
âThought you could use some company tonight.â Echo held it up, trying his best to act casual.
Your lips parted in a delicate oh, a blush warming your cheeks as you took in the man you are seriously crushing on standing in your doorway.
âEchoâŚyou didnât have toâŚIâm sure you have plans with your brothersâŚ?â
Echo shook his head. âI want to be here, with you. You shouldn't have to spend the holiday alone.â
A genuine smile graced your features and Echo felt the tension in his shoulders dissipate.
You stepped to the side, gesturing inside. âPlease, come in!
Echo stepped inside your small home. It was cozy, with a few dim lamps casting a pleasing glow throughout your living space. A Life Day tree was tucked in the corner of your living room and sparkling lights lined the ceiling, adding a magical feel to the space.
Your dining room table had racks of tooka-shaped cookies cooling, the culprit of the delicious smell.
âSorry for the mess.â You walked to your kitchen, opening a cabinet to grab glasses. âI wasnât expecting companyâŚâ You laughed, reaching with your tiptoes into the cupboard.
âNo need to apologize. Iâm the one intruding.â Echo stood near the table, placing the whiskey bottle down where there was space.
You walked back over to him, holding the glasses.
âNo, not at all, Echo. IâmâŚreally glad youâre here.â
You smiled your beautiful smile that Echo replayed endlessly in his head, making his heart do flips in his chest.
âHope you like whiskey.â Echo said, âI used to drink this with my brother on Life Day. Weâd save up credits for months to get a bottle.â
You scooted a rack of cookies out of the way, placing the glasses on the table.
âIâm honored youâre sharing it with me.â You untied your apron, draping it over a nearby chair.
âAnd yes, I do like whiskey, so you will have to share.â Your eyes held a mirthful glow, the Life Day lights hanging above mirrored in your irises.
Echoâs heart was thumping as he poured you each a glass of the amber liquid.
You gestured toward your couch. âShall we?â
Echo sat next to you on your couch, sinking into the comfortable cushions as you settled near him. The couch was small, leaving little room between you.
You cradled your glass of whiskey, the lights from your tree reflecting off the crystaline glasses. A comfortable silence spreading between the two of you, only interrupted by the music playing from your radio.
Echo looked so handsome in the glow of your lights. His jaw was set, strong, and stubbled. His skin had gained some color back from the Pabu sun, and you could see his muscular shoulders tight against the civilian clothes he was wearing.
You have known Echo for some time now, ever since he and his brothers first came to the tropical planet. He stopped by your cafe every morning he could for caf and a spice cake. You learned some of his story before Pabu, but not all. You knew how he got his cybernetics, a story he told you early one morning in your shop.
Your heart broke for him but admired his resilience and ever-present strength. Itâs one of the many reasons why you have fallen for him.
âThank you, Echo.â Your eyes met his brown ones, butterflies coming to life in your stomach.
âI didnât mean to give you my whole sob story yesterdayâŚI usually keep myself busy on Life Day, as you can see.â You motioned behind you to all the cookies.
Echo shook his head. âDonât apologize. The holiday can be hard on everyone, especially now. Iâve been thinking more of my brother, and it hurts knowing he canât be here. Youâre not alone in this.â
He lifted his glass of whiskey toward you.
âCheers.â He said, clinking his glass against yours. âTo friends and family.â
âCheers.â You replied, âTo friends and family.â
You both sipped the sweet alcohol, enjoying the warmth in your chest it provided as you swallowed.
âYou and your brother had good taste.â You smiled behind your glass, taking another small sip, savoring the drink.
Echo chuckled.
âGlad you think so.â
You watched something flash across Echoâs eyes.
Echo had told you a little about Fives in passing, but not much.
âIâm sure heâd be happy that you are continuing your tradition.â
Echo nodded, a small, sentimental smile pulling at his lips.
âYeahâŚhe was a good man. One of the best Iâve ever known.â
âTell me about him,â you started. âOnly if you want, though.â
Echo knew Fives would be happy for him, and while he desperately wished he could be here, talking about him lifted the stone off his chest that had settled ever since he saw this whiskey.
He told you of the first time they bought this drink, and almost getting caught with it in their bunk when they were cadets.
The night went on, trading stories of the past, you talking of your family and Life Day traditions, and Echo speaking of his brothers, reminiscing on the trouble he and Fives used to get up to.
There was a newfound intimacy between the two of you, for once not just talking in your cafe. Echo had never felt closer to you than now, watching how your features glowed under the lights, talking of fond memories and the current goings on in Pabu.
You werenât sure when it happened, but you ended up sitting close enough to Echo that your legs were almost touching.
Your conversation lulled, and Echo glanced at your chrono, seeing how late it was, well past midnight.
Time always went by so quickly with you. That peaceful serenity that he only felt with you had overtaken him, not wanting it to end.
âI didnât mean to keep you this late.â He spoke softly. âI should go.â
Without thinking, your hand shot to his knee, feeling the hard metal underneath his clothing.
âYou donât have to go, not yet.â You said quickly.
You didnât want him to leave. Your gaze met his, your hand still on his cybernetic knee.
Echoâs honeyed eyes swam with emotion, feeling your hand on his knee slide up toward his thigh, where his skin began.
Echo, spurred on by your touch and maybe a little bit of the whiskey, laid his hand atop yours. The gentleness of your hand contrasted with his larger, calloused palm.
Your eyes darted to where your hands met, and back to his.
Echo whispered your name so quietly you almost missed it over the thrumming of your own heart.
âThank you for being here tonight.â You took a breath.
âI know we both have people we are missing right nowâŚitâs usually a difficult time for me, but this is the happiest Iâve felt in a long time.â
Your voice was quiet too, enjoying the weight of his hand atop yours.
âYouâŚmean a lot to me, Echo.â
Echoâs eyes widened slightly, heat rushing up his neck, hoping he was hearing you correctly.
âYou mean a lot to me, too.â Echoâs hand lightly squeezed yours, your confessions hanging around you as excitement flooded your systems, realizing you both felt the same.
The air was suddenly thick, a magnetic pull tugging at both of you toward one another.
You were so close now, his nose brushing against yours as you both tentatively leaned in, your lips just centimeters away as you slowly closed the distance.
Finally, your lips touched, soft and chaste, his scomp lifting to gently trace down your arm as his lips captured yours.
Echo felt as if sparks were going off in his entire body, your lips sweeter than he imagined. He never wanted to let go of this moment.
It was pure bliss to kiss you, Echoâs mind solely focusing on you, how you felt, the way your breath hitched when he brought his hand to cup your face, gently caressing his thumb under your eye.
You pulled away, already missing his spicy musk and surprisingly plush lips.
âThis is the happiest Iâve felt in a long time, too.â Echo traced his knuckle down your cheek. âAnd itâs because of you. Itâs always because of you.â
You leaned in again, overwhelmed by emotion, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him into a more passionate and fervent kiss.
Everything that had been building between the two of you didnât need to be spoken, the way your mouths danced and hands roamed one anotherâs bodies spoke for itself.
You sighed into his mouth as he shyly slid his tongue across your lower lip, politely asking for more.
His hand cradled the back of your head, entangling in your hair as your kiss deepened.
Emboldened, Echo broke the steamy kiss and traced his mouth down your jawline, placing hot kisses slowly down your neck.
The quiet whimpers that left your swollen lips ignited his body with passion, hoping he hadnât fallen asleep on your couch and this was just a dream.
Echo lavished your skin, making his way back up to your lips for another profoundly devoted kiss.
When you both finally pulled away to catch your breaths, your lips were shiny with saliva, and your bodies flushed.
You couldnât help but let out a small laugh as Echo held you against his strong body.
âDo you still want to go?â You asked.
Echo shook his head.
âI think you convinced me to stay.â
He brushed his lips against yours, slowly leaning you back on the couch, until you were laying down and he was above you.
You looked up at him through hooded eyelids as he took in your form beneath him, your soft body pliable against his.
âCanât let you wake up alone on Life Day, either.â Echoâs voice was deliciously deeper than usual as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss right under your ear, causing you to shudder in delight.
Echo waited for your answer, not wanting to take things further than you wanted.
âNo, you canât.â You replied, pulling him down flush against you, your lips meeting again, your bodies entwining.
When you awoke the next morning in one anotherâs arms, for the first Life Day in a long time, you both felt indescribable happiness.
As you drifted off the night before, speaking softly to one another in the afterglow of your ignited feelings for one another, Echo was afraid when he woke up, that peace he felt only with you would be gone. Or that maybe youâd only wanted that one night with him, and nothing more.
The feeling was still there, even stronger than before. His fears dissipated when you left feather-light kisses across his chest, asking if heâd like to stay for breakfast and help decorate some of the cookies you had made last night.
Echo wholeheartedly agreed, inviting you to the dinner Hunter was hosting that evening with Omega and the rest of his brothers.
The heaviness that had settled over both of you leading up to the holiday had lifted away, replaced with glimmering elation and harmony that only you could give one another, knowing you would never have to be alone on Life Day ever again.
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I Wish All Readers a Very Hunter Life Day
A/N: This is a gift for @captainpains for the @cloneficgiftexchange Life Day Exchange. Prompt (will be in BOLD RED): "I know I love you and all, but you are really making this really hard for me!"
Pairing: Hunter x Reader (Fem; has hair)
Rating: M (minors DNI)
Wordcount: 2K
Warnings and tags: a minor guilt trip; light Life Day angst with a happy ending; Hunter is in his fratboy era; SMUT; hair pulling; oral sex; rough sex; biting; marking; dirty talk; praise kink; glove kink; armor kink; protected PIV (Reader is on space birth control/STI protection); strong language; fluff
Summary: Hunter may be a bit of a Life Day Grinch, but that doesnât stop him from distracting you when the war threatens to keep you from spending Life Day with your family.
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Hunter didnât mean to eavesdrop. If anything, you dropped the eave on him. He stalked toward the Marauder, supplies in tow after a successful run to the open-air market on this Maker-forsaken backwater of a planet. As he approached the ship, his enhanced senses meant he couldnât help overhearing your low, strained voiceâor the fact that you were definitely crying.
âI wish I could be there, but thereâs just no way,â you said.
âI just donât want you to miss your nephewâs first Life Day, sweetie.âÂ
The womanâs voice was unfamiliar, and Hunter slowed down, analyzing the situation.
âI know, MomâŚâ you sniffled a little bit. âI love you, but you are making this really hard for me. Itâs not like I asked to be deployed to an active war zone.â
Hunter stopped in his tracks, frowning. He knew Life Day was coming up, but to be honest, he hadnât thought much about it. It had always seemed more like a holiday for nat-borns, though he knew some of the regs had started to join in the celebrations since the war had broken out and theyâd begun to interact with beings from other cultures.
It all seemed a bit excessive, if he was honest. A whole festival, just to celebrate family? He spent all his time with his brothers. He didnât need to binge-watch Holomark Life Day flicks and decorate a kriffinâ tree, tooâno matter how many times Wrecker asked.Â
But still. You were a nat-born, and for the first time, it occurred to him just how much of a strain it must be on you to be plunged into the chaos and peril of the battlefield without even having the comfort of your family close by. Youâd never mentioned it, and he had never wondered why until now.
He walked up the ramp of the Marauder, stomping a little harder than necessary to give you ample warning that he was back, and he heard you hurriedly end the comm just before he entered the ship.
âHey,â you said with a forced smile. âSupply run go okay?â
âMm-hmm,â he grunted, dropping the crate and kicking off the lid.
âWhereâs the rest of the squad?â
âStill out,â he replied, moving closer to you and raising his hand to your chin, tilting your face so he could inspect it. âYouâve been cryinâ.â
Your eyes widened, and you pulled away. âNo, I havenât.â
He let you go, ignoring your blatant lie. âWanna talk about it?â
âNothing to talk about,â you replied, dumping out the crate and beginning to stash the supplies in a cabinet.
He watched you silently for a moment, then crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed on your face. âWanna forget about it?â
You huffed an impatient laugh through your nose as you continued your work. âWhy? Did you buy some kyrf while you were at the market?â
Hunter grimaced at your jab, remembering the particularly horrific after-effects of too many shots of kyrf liquor the last time the squad went to 79âs on shore leave. âThatâs not exactly what I had in mind.â
âWhat, then?â You tossed the last of the supplies into the cabinet, then slammed the door and turned to him.
His dark eyes dropped to your lips. âI could distract you.â
You stared back at him in silence for a long beat. You couldnât possibly have heard him right.
âWhat?â you asked blankly.Â
He smirkedâdamn his stupid, handsome faceâand leaned closer to you. You resisted the urge to swallow when he did, knowing heâd hear you. Instead, you put on your grumpiest expression and deflected like a champ.
âIâm not playing sabacc with you again,â you said with a scowl. âYou cheat.â
âI just notice your tells. That's not cheating.â
âIt is when you have enhanced senses,â you retorted.
âNot like I can turn âem off,â he pointed out. âFor example, right now, you have a tell.â
You raised your eyebrows but didnât respond. He reached out and trailed his fingertips up the inside of your wrist, leaning close enough to whisper in your ear.
âYour heart is racing, little one.â
You yanked your wrist away from him. âThatâs not funny.â
âIâm not joking.â His gaze filled with an intense heat as he stared into your eyes. His face was close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from his skin. âThe others wonât be back for hours. Itâs your call. Tell me to piss off, and Iâll go for a run and never touch you again. OrâŚâ
Your heart hammered in your chest, and you just knew the cocky son of a tube could hear it. Your voice sounded embarrassingly breathless as you echoed, âOrâŚâ
â... or, you could let me take your mind off things.â
You forced yourself to breathe at a normal paceâmaybe even too normal; who karking knew? Hunter, thatâs who, you thought bitterly. He probably has the whole damned squadâs breathing patterns memorized. You considered his offer, not that it was easy to make a rational decision when he was standing so close to you, smelling goddamned delicious and looking even better.Â
Gods, his mouth is just. Right. There.
When you didnât reply after a few moments, he asked, âI think weâve been dancing around this long enough, donât you?â
âYeah,â you whispered. âI guess we have.â
Duraplast armor made a surprisingly good handle as you grabbed him and pulled him against yourself. Your lips crashed together. His hands cupped your face and his fingers tangled in your hair as teeth and tongues clashed, your bodies coming together in a desperate, frantic embrace. Your hands scrambled and roamed over his armor as you searched for access that you simply couldnât find.
You growled with frustration, and Hunter laughed quietly as he kissed his way across your jaw and down your throat. âWhy the hurry, pretty girl? Weâve got time.â
âYou wouldnât be saying that if you hadnât gotten laid in as many months as me,â you muttered, fumbling at his crotchplate. âHow the kriff does this thing work?!â
A telltale zipping sound alerted you to the fact that Hunter was having significantly more success in getting you out of your flightsuit. He tugged it down your shoulders and let it drop down your body, following its progress with his mouth. He reached your compression bra and yanked it off over your head. You had no idea where it landed as he flung it across the ship, but you hoped it wouldnât be too hard to locate it later.
Thatâd be fun to explain to Crosshair, you thought with a slightly horrified shudder.
Any concerns you had about your missing undergarment fled your mind about half a second later. Hunterâs lips closed around your nipple, swirling his tongue as he squeezed and teased your other breast, the rough fabric of his glove providing a shockingly pleasurable abrasion. Your head fell backward to rest against the durasteel wall, a hoarse moan tearing from your throat.
Hunter responded immediately, scraping his teeth across your skin, then smoothing his warm tongue over the bite mark. You shivered at the sensation, and he dropped abruptly to his knees, gripping your ass in both hands as he pulled you hard against his face. His tongue slid into you as his lips pressed over your cunt.
âOh, fuck,â he murmured. âYouâre delicious. And wet, holy kriff. So, so wetââ
Your legs nearly gave out, and you clutched his head for balance.
âGoddamn,â he hissed as your fingers tangled in his hair. âPull it harder.â
You complied, tugging his hair firmly, and his eyes drifted blissfully closed as he leaned close and breathed in your scent. He flicked his tongue over your clit and back into you again and again, alternating between kissing and licking and sucking on your sensitive skin until your legs trembled. Distantly, you heard a clatter of plastoid on durasteel, and then he stood, spinning you around and pushing you forward to lean against the wall of the ship as he gripped your hips and pressed his knee between your thighs, urging them apart.
âImplant?â he asked hoarsely.
âYâyes,â you confirmed, forcing your brain to focus on the question.
You felt his cock nudge between your thighs, and then he thrust into you, barely giving you time to adjust. His cuisses were cold as they pressed against your thighs, hard against your soft skin, and his hand snaked around your body to cup your breast as he pulled you upright and backward onto his chest. He held you upright as he thrust into you, and with his other hand, he slid his fingers over your cunt, massaging your clit and pressing against your mound firmly. He was still wearing his gloves, and the fabric felt unbelievable on your skin.
âYou like it rough, donât you, pretty girl?â he growled in your ear. âYou like it when I use that perfect little pussy, donât you, sweet thing?â
âYes,â you gasped, your breath punching out of your lungs as he thrust particularly hard into you. âFuck, yesââ
He sank his teeth into your shoulder abruptly, and your words cut off in a scream. He began to work his fingertips in tight, rapid circles over your clit as he kissed over your sore, abused skin. Thatâs definitely leaving a mark, you thought distantly, as a rush of fresh arousal flooded you.
âThatâs right,â he murmured smoothly. âJust like that, good girl. Sweet little doll, taking my cock so well. Gonna come for me?â
âUh-huh,â you groaned, feeling all the muscles in your center begin to tense.
âUse your words, little one,â he whispered, his breath teasing your neck and ear as his teeth closed softly on your earlobe.
âI amâIâmâFUCK!â You cried out loudly as your orgasm tore through you, pleasure exploding from the base of your spine and bursting through your body.
âThatâs it, love,â he said, speeding up his pace. âFeels so goodâso fuckinâ perfect, such a good girlâwhere do you want it, darlinâ?â
âInside,â you gasped.
âYou sure?â he asked, his hips stuttering slightly as his hand suddenly clenched harder around your breast.
âYeah,â you whispered. âFill me up.â
âFuâah, kriff!â he grunted, thrusting hard, and you felt heat flood your cunt as he spilled into you.Â
He pressed his hot, open mouth against your neck, sucking hard on your skin as he groaned loudly, clutching you hard against his rigid armor in an almost painfully tight embrace. Slowly, he loosened his grip, reaching out to lean his forearm against the wall in front of you for support.
âYou all right?â he panted, kissing your head gently.
âYeah,â you replied.Â
âArmor didnât hurt?â
âNo, it was actually kind of hot,â you replied. âI canât lie, I was kind of hoping to see how far down your tattoo goes, though.â
He laughed quietly into your hair. âWho said weâre finished? I told you the squad wouldnât be back for hours.â
Two weeks later, the Marauder lurched and dropped out of hyperspace. You glanced up from your datapad, curious.
âAre we back to Coruscant already? I thought we wouldnât arrive until tomorrow.â
âWe require an emergency stop for repairs,â Tech replied.
You looked out the viewport and gasped as you recognized a familiar sight. âTech, this is my home planet!â
âThat so?â A quiet, smoky voice sounded from close behind you. You turned to see Hunter leaning against the cockpit doorway, an inscrutable expression on his face.
âUnfortunately, it appears that every part supply shop in the system is closed to observe the final rotation of the Life Day celebration,â Tech said.Â
âShame,â Hunter remarked. âGuess weâll have to stick around at least until tomorrow.â
You stared at Hunter, and then at Tech, and finally out the viewport at the swirling atmosphere of your homeworld.
âDonât suppose you know anywhere worth visiting in this system,â Wrecker said with a twinkle in his good eye as he joined you in the cockpit.
Your eyes stung with unexpected tears that you ruthlessly blinked back as you turned to look at your squad, who watched you with varying degrees of interest. Your heart squeezed.
âYeah,â you replied at last. âHow would you boys like to meet my other family?â
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Want more Hunter x Reader? Check out this fluffy, slightly sexy first kiss ficlet.
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If you missed some of the amazing stories written for this event, here is a list of them!! They are organized by character and are in alphabetical order by title. You can also access a collection of those who posted their work on AO3 HERE! It's still open in case anyone ends up posting there in the future!
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It's Officially Christmas by @dragonrider9905
Keep You Safe by @secondratefiction
First Life Day by @ghostofskywalker
Snow Drift by @clone-anon
Life Day on Daiyu by @goblininawig
A Perfect (Life) Day by @literallyjustanerd
Deep Space Delicacies by @ghostofskywalker
No One Should Be Alone On Life Day by @starrylothcat
Still Hanging The Mistletoe For You by @anxiouspineapple99
Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice by @melliejellybellybean
Wrapped Up In You by @multi-fan-dom-madness
All I Want For Christmas by @masterjedilenawrites
Come Away With Me by @imarvelatthestars
Hold You Tonight (Stay Close) by @ladysongmaster
Secret Santa by @flyiingsly
The Clonetrooper by @sunshinesdaydream
Blumfruit & Cheer by @diviluscorner
fatal dis|at|traction (NSFW) by @221bshrlocked
I Wish All Readers A Very Hunter Life Day (NSFW) by @dystopicjumpsuit
Sewing Lessons by @intricatechaosofyou
Winter Adventures by @wizardofrozz
Carol of the Cookies by @captainpains
First Winter Date by @loving-the-cambridges
Getting Caught In The Wrapping Paper by @pinkiemme
To Keep The Shivers At Bay by @ghostofskywalker
Comfort by @cc--2224
Candy Cane Cupid by @toomanybandstocare
I'll Take Care of You by @isaidonyourknees
The Cabin by @rinwritesfics
#LDE23#clone trooper x reader#commander cody x reader#tbb crosshair x reader#daiyu veteran x reader#tbb echo x reader#fives x reader#commander fox x reader#hardcase x reader#tbb hunter x reader#captain rex x reader#tbb tech x reader#commander wolffe x reader
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The Cabin
Plot: The day before Life Day, you and Wolffe are sent to a safehouse as you harbor feelings for each other.
Warnings: minor angst in the form of frostnip, a lead-in to sex but not full-on sex
Word Count: 2373 (I have no control, nor do I have any shame about this.)
Authorâs Note: A fic for the Secret Santa Gift Exchange by @cloneficgiftexchange. @221bshrlocked, I really hope you like this! After reading the prompts, this wouldnât get out of my head, and Iâve never been more of a Wolffe simp than I am now. The prompts are bolded.
This was the worst. You werenât sure how you were assigned to this, but somehow, you were. And right before Life Day, no less. This planet felt like it was colder than the depths of space, despite it being impossible. But, as you looked at Wolffe, who was leading the two of you to a safe house for him no less, you started to wonder if it was possible.
The nice thing about being a civvie medic assigned to the army was the army seemed to take great care in the comfort of the civvie positions. But you could see they didnât afford the troopers the same luxury. He was wearing his harsh weather kit, but it was thin. And if you were feeling a bit chilled, you couldnât imagine how he was feeling as you both trekked through the blizzard.
âKeep up,â he said a bit gruffly through his helmetâs modulator, but the usual bite in his tone was lacking. Something was wrong.
âCommander.â
âKeep. Up.â
The bite was back, and worse than usual. Something was bothering him immensely, and it wasnât you. You kept up as ordered.
He kept flexing his fingers as subtly as he could, but you caught it. It was in that action that your thoughts were confirmed. You had to move faster to get to shelter, before frostbite set in.
Commander Wolffe wasnât one to bring to light his physical discomfort â even to you. According to General Plo, the commander listened to you more than any other medic. You figured it was probably because you were a civvie and not one of his brothers.
To your surprise, Wolffe turned back to you and let you catch up with him.
âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have taken that tone with you,â he said just loud enough to be heard over the wind.
âNo apology necessary, Commander. Youâre right, we have to keep moving.â You nodded, then gently patted his arm, keeping pace with your previous speed. The cabin started to show not far from you and you both sped up as much as possible through the flakes as they pelted you both.
Inside the small cabin, it was cold and dark, but there was no draft inside which improved things. You flipped on the breaker box, then the water heater, and turned on a lamp beside one of the chairs in the main room. As you went to check how frozen the fireplace flue is, you noticed Wolffe was examining the modestly-furnished place, but shivering a little more than you were.
âCommander.â
âAlmost done,â he grumbled, still inspecting the cabin.
âItâs fine. Come here.â
He spun around to you. âExcuse me?â
âIâm a medic, and right now, I have concerns about your health. The general sent me along to ensure your health and safety during this time, and I wonât let you freeze to death, especially on the first night.â
He sighed heavily through his modulator, then pulled off the helmet and scowled.
âGloves next, please.â
âWhy?â he barked, then seemed a bit cowed.
âGloves, Commander,â you said in a tone with patience that was thinning.
He grumbled again, then started to pull off his damp gloves. It was difficult, so you stepped in to help. The tips of his fingers were starting to turn pink and you pulled off your gloves to touch his hands and examine them.
âNumbness giving way to pins and needles?â you asked quietly.
âYes,â he said, his tone a bit quieter.
âToes, too?â
âJust cold.â
âBear with me here.â You gently took one hand between yours, enveloping his fingers as best you could. They were very cold, even to you. You hissed, then said in a concerned tone, âWolffe, why didnât you say h-how bad it is?â
He shook his head. âI didnât want to worry you.â
âWell, now Iâm extra worried. The water heater will take a while to warm up and I have to prep the cold flue for a fire. There are very few options to fighting back this frostnip of yours right away, and I donât imagine the rest of the openings of your armor are much better off compared to what happened to your gloves.â
He shook his head. âIâll be fine.â
You added quietly, âLike hells you will. Go find some blankets and, I say this in the most professional way possible, strip off your damp clothing to wrap yourself in the blankets.â
He looked at you with an eyebrow raised and eyes wider than usual, then turned away just as his cheeks showed a bit more color. Considering his cheeks were probably flushed from some of the chill already, you shut down the idea that coloring could have been a blush.
You dug through supplies in the cabinets, then found a hairdryer amongst other items, and started to try to warm up the flue enough it wouldnât spit back smoke when you lit the fire. After a few minutes, Wolffeâs scoff sounded behind you, and you turned to him. He was bundled in a couple blankets, carrying a couple more with him.
âA hairdryer?â he asked, a bit of disbelief in his tone.
âYes, Commander, you ever lit a fire in a fireplace thatâs cold?â
He shook his head.
âIâve seen it. Itâs thermodynamics as the cold air sinks -â
He held up his hand and you stopped. âI get it.â
You nodded and turned back to trying to warm the flue. âHow are you feeling? Your hands starting to warm up?â
âNot a ton, but things havenât gotten worse.â He walked over to the water heater and huffed a sigh. He read out the temperature to you, one that was good enough, and you told him to grab a bowl and run the faucet before filling it. The heated water wouldnât be at optimal temperature, but it would be better.
He turned to you and said as he filled the bowl, âWhy couldnât we use the electric stove to warm the water?â
You paused. âKriff.â
He chuckled. âSuppose I couldâve thought of that, too. Honestly, the fact you thought about the flue temperature is impressive.â
âAs a medic, they teach about survival as well as everything else. Guess something stuck.â You smiled a little, teasing yourself for the most part.
The kitchen faucet stopped, and he fumbled a bit with the bowl in the sink. You set down the hairdryer and came over to help him get it to the table. He grumbled a bit about it, but didnât say anything definitive.
After, you put on a kettle to boil water for the cocoa you found earlier. You were aware as he watched you⌠well, like a wolf as you moved about he small cabin, getting hot cocoa set before him and going back to the fireplace.
You started a small fire shortly after, relieved when the smoke starts up the chimney and doesnât come back down. Putting a couple logs in, you let the fire grow a bit before heading back to the dining table to check him.
âHow are the fingers doing?â
âBetter,â he said quietly. Something else was bugging him, as the clipped, gruff tone was back.
âSo whatâs bothering you?â
He grumbled nonsense.
âCommander,â you said sternly.
He huffed. âI should be the one getting the fire going.â
âWhy?â
âIâm the commander. I shouldnât just be sitting and doing nothing.â
âWrong. Youâre under strict orders from the medic to get better. Youâre healing. Commander, frostnip isnât childâs play â it can cause actual damage, if I may remind you.â
âWell, donât remind me,â he bit out, then looked ashamed.
âI know Iâm not one of your brothers, but that doesnât mean I want to see you suffer.â
He grumbled, âYouâre a medic. Course you donât want to see suffering.â
âItâs not just that, Commander. The 104th matters to me almost like family, okay?â
He looked up at you, a bit surprised.
âI know, I get it, Iâm civvie-born. Or, what was it Comet called itâŚ?â
âNat-born,â Wolffe said quietly.
âRight, that. Not fond of that term because of how it reflects on you boys.â You grumble a bit, causing him to smile. âAnyway, Iâm not like you boys, but I still care.â
Wolffeâs mouth dropped open, cheeks flushing a bit again.
âYou okay, Commander?â
âY-yeah.â
You look at him with concern.
âIâm fine,â he growled, then stood up from the table, leaving the bowl behind, then sitting on the couch.
You walked over to him and sat beside him. âCommander, if something is wrong, I need to know.â
âAlright, alrightâŚ.â He sighed. âBut donât laugh at me.â
You nod and wait.
âI think⌠I think I love you,â he said softly.
Your mouth dropped open. âY-you do?â
He nodded, looking slightly uncomfortable. âLook, I know Iâm your commander technically, but I couldnât help it. Youâre so kriffing persistent, in my brain all the time. Thinking about your smile, your laugh, how it would feel to kiss you in the snowâŚ.â
You smiled softly. âCommanderâŚ.â
He looked at you, the pleading in his eyes catching you off-guard, as did the slight wince as he prepared for the worst.
You whispered, âWolffeâŚ.â
The worry in his eyes vanished, replaced with hope.
âI⌠I have feelings for you, too.â
He sat up, then gently took your cheek in his hand. âMeshâla⌠I want to kiss you.â
You nodded, then leaned forward and your lips brushed his. He cupped the back of your head in his free hand and he pulled you into the kiss. You both got lost in the kiss, letting the time youâve gone apart melt away as you make up for it all. All the pain and longing disappear, leaving warmth and love behind in their wake. Eventually, you both pulled apart to breathe. He welcomed you into the blanket cocoon he had, holding you against his half-naked body. You blushed, but wrapped your arms around him anyway as you shared the blankets.
Wolffe softly said, âI know itâs a little early, but I think I got what I wanted for Life Day.â
âOh, did you?â you laughed softly.
He nodded, a smile on his face. âI get to be with you. Iâve been trying to figure out how to talk to you about the possibility of us for a while, now.â
You smiled shyly. âYeah? You wanted me for Life Day?â
He smiled softly. âIn a way. Itâs not a holiday song type of wish since youâre a person and not an objectâŚ.â
You laughed. âThatâs okay. I want to be yours, anyway.â
âYouâre sure?â he asked hopefully.
You nodded.
âI want to kiss you again.â
âYes, please,â you whispered.
His lips were warm compared to what you were expecting and you responded almost immediately. His hands rested on your waist and you moved closer to him.
He pulled back a little, then grinned. âI can think of a way that we can warm up more.â
âWhy, Commander, what are you proposing?â you asked teasingly, then your breath hitched as his hand moved to the middle of your hip.
âWould it be too fast, or have we been pining long enough?â he asked in a dizzyingly gruff tone. This time, it was mixed with a bit of lust.
You grinned. âPining long enough.â
He leaned in again, smiling, then kissed you, this time more passionately. The two of you leaned back on the couch, with you looking up at him, and he gripped your hip a bit tighter. His other hand, still a tad chilly, started to slide under your shirt, causing you to gasp softly into his mouth. He took the opportunity to kiss you open-mouthed, then move his hand higher.
âThis okay?â he whispered into the kiss.
âYes,â you whispered back. His lips were so intoxicating and you arched your back as his fingers traced closer to your breast. They finally landed over your bra and he started to caress the first curve. The touch was muted by the fabric still between you and you pulled back from the kiss to slip off your shirt and your bra. His eyes widened as he looked down at you, fingers gently touching the swell of your breast again.
âWow,â he said appreciatively. âAll for me?â
âAlways has been,â you said softly back, causing a guttural groan from him, one that made your thighs clench. âAre we really doing this, Wolffe? Are you sure Iâm the one you want?â
He nodded. âYes. And something tells me General Plo planned on this happening, otherwise he wouldnât have sent us alone.â
âRemind me to get him a gift basket when weâre back at the Venator,â you chuckled.
âWill do. Now, I want to show you how much Iâve wanted you for so long.â
You grinned, then pulled him back down into a kiss, ready for a long night of love and passion in front of the warm fire.
Bonus!:
The next morning, the blizzard finally calmed down, making it safe to step outside into the light flurries. You grinned at Wolffe and pulled him outside, both of you fully dressed in the clothes that dried by the fire. It was still chilly and the flakes immediately stuck to his hair, but you didnât care. You pulled him to your lips and kissed him, surprising him. It wasnât a big gift, but it was a start.
Pulling back after the long kiss, he grinned. âWhat is this all about?â
âYouâd said you wanted to kiss me in the snow, so I thought I might make that a reality.â You smiled back.
The chuckle that escaped him was just as warm as the love you made last night. âOh, meshâla. Thatâs not what I quite meant. I meant playing in the snow and kissing you.â
âWhy not both?â You bent down and scooped up some snow, throwing it at his chestplate. His eyes widened in mischief.
âYou sure you want to do this?â he asked slyly.
âWill it get me kissed?â you tease.
He growled playfully and you knew you were in for it.
âHappy Life Day, Wolffe.â You grinned.
âMm, happy Life Day, cyarâika.â He grinned back before he got you back for the snowball.
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Sewing Lessons
Fandom: The Bad Batch; Star Wars
Summary: Life Day is quickly approaching, so you and Omega set out to give your boys some gifts.
Using the prompts âDid you get us matching pajamas?â
Warnings: sewing needles (no one gets poked, they just exist), kissing, I am unaware if mistletoe is a thing in the Star Wars universe but it is now so deal with it
Authorâs note: Happy Life Day Exchange @wizardmandoo !! It was great getting to write for you. I hope you enjoy this story and have a fantastic Life Day season, babe!
And thank you to @cloneficgiftexchange for putting this together!! This was my first exchange and Iâm so glad to take part!
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Strands of green hung around Omegaâs door frame as she sat in the gunnerâs mount that served as her makeshift room. The young girl had never experienced a real Life Day before. Kamino wasnât known for their festivities; the long-necks claimed they took away from their work time. So although the boys didnât have much experience actually celebrating the holiday either, they all tried their best to give Omega a perfect first Life Day.
Hunter had let you all stop for a few days on a snowy planet. With enough supplies, he figured you could take a break somewhere festive for the holiday.
Wrecker had let Omega sit atop his shoulders to hang up homemade garland around the Marauder.
Tech had taught her about the history behind the holiday, telling her everything he had learned from the Holonet.
Crosshair had taught her to make the perfect snowball and helped her perfect her aim.
And Echo told her stories every night before bed he had heard back during his days celebrating Life Day in the 501st.
Yes, all the boys had done their best to give Omega a perfect Life Day. But Omega was even more excited to give them a perfect Life Day. The girl had the biggest heart, so thatâs how you found yourself crammed in the gunnerâs mount with her, carefully watching as she stitched her design.
She had wanted to give the boys gifts, and when you recommended pajama pants, she jumped at the idea. The boys only had their blacks and sometimes the Marauder could get cold, even for them.
So the two of you found the perfect red and black pants that would match the teamâs colors, and Omega was insistent on adding the Clone Force 99 symbol onto the pants, skull and all.
âItâll be perfect!â She claimed.
So you found the sewing kit you kept in case someoneâs clothes needed repair and showed her how to sew.
The girl was very intent in her escapades, listening and watching your stitching intently. She put her all into making the design. And when she was disappointed about her stitches being crooked, you reassured her that her brothers would love them no matter how they looked.
âIâm done with Techâs,â she announced, holding up the pants to show the freshly sewn design on the left leg.
âPerfect, Megs. Now only Echoâs and Hunterâs left.â You took the garment from her and folded them up to add them to the pile of finished gifts.
She nodded and began to thread her needle when Wrecker called her name from the cockpit.
âI got something else to hang up!â He called.
Placing her supplies down, she rushed down the ladder to help Wrecker hang up another decoration.
You laughed and climbed down from her room as she took off. You smiled at the small girl before looking to your left, finding Hunter leaning against the wall, arms crossed across his chest.
âHey there, Sarge,â you smiled.
He smiled and glanced over at Omega. âYou two are certainly spending a lot of time up there.â
âJust having a little girl time.â
His eyebrow raised at your response. Although it wasnât a complete lie, it wasnât the complete truth either.
âAnything I should be concerned about?â He questioned.
You adamantly shook your head. âNope!â
He smirked and leaned in to whisper in your ear so Omega wouldnât overhear him. âNo Life Day gifts hidden up there?â
You gasped and gently hit his arm. âHow dare you accuse us of hiding something!â
He rolls his eyes, but he doesnât move away from you. âDonât worry, I wonât ruin the surprise, cyarâika.â
âYou better not,â you retorted as Omega came rushing back up to the two of you.
She immediately grabbed your hand and tugged you back towards her project. You didnât resist the girlâs pull and sent Hunter a wink before heading back to Omegaâs little room.
âââââââ
The seven of you sat in the middle of the hull of the Marauder. Omega had practically been bouncing off the walls as the time to exchange gifts came around. She happily handed each of them their gifts. Even though you didnât have enough credits to wrap them in something nice, it was clear by the look on their faces that they appreciated the gesture.
As they unfolded the garments, Hunter smiled at you. âDid you get us matching pajamas?â
You nodded and gestured to the girl beside you. âMegs is the mastermind behind this one. She wanted to do something special for you boys.â
âDo you like it?â The young girl asked, eyes sparkling in anticipation.
âTheyâre perfect, Omega,â Echo replied.
âTheyâve even got our symbol on âem!â Wrecker shouted, glee evident in his voice as he held up the pants. âLooks great!â
Omega smiled and happily retold the story of sewing the symbol on as the boys listened, indulging her in the exaggerated tale. Even Crosshair had a small smile on his face as Omega spoke.
You happily listened along from your spot on the floor when you felt a hand on your shoulder. Looking up, you found Hunter standing above you. Subtly, he tilted his head towards the doorway of the cockpit.
Getting the message, you nodded and stood up, careful not to interrupt Omegaâs story as you two made your way to the cockpit.
âWhatâs up, Hunter?â You asked, voice barely above a whisper as you stood in the doorway.
There was a pause as he considered his next words, fingers twitching as if he was twirling his vibroblade between them.
âI wanted to thank you. For the pants,â he finally said.
âMegs and I just want our boys to be comfortable,â you responded, heat blooming in your chest. âThanks for not spoiling the surprise.â
A smirk made its way onto his face and he leaned back against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. âSo you two were hiding Life Day gifts.â
âWe werenât hiding anything. We just evaded your senses,â you lied, smiling innocently at the sergeant.
Hunter clicked his tongue. âNothing evades my senses, cyarâika.â
You tensed slightly, wondering if that was true. Could he hear the way your heart was fluttering in your chest? Could he see the way you smiled just a little bit bigger when you saw him? Could he feel how your skin was always warm when he was around?
Hunter opened his mouth, no doubt to tease you again, when Crosshairâs voice rang out through the ship.
âThe mistletoe seemed to evade your senses though.â
You glanced at the teamâs sniper, brow furrowing before looking above your head.
There it was. A small plant hung from the cockpitâs doorway: the new decoration Omega and Wrecker had hung up a few days prior.
Glancing back at Crosshair, you found that the rest of the team was staring at you.
âWhatâs so important about mistletoe?â Omega asked innocently.
âIt means they gotta kiss,â Echo explained, a teasing lilt in his voice as he glanced at the two of you.
âTechnicallyââ
Tech was quickly cut off when Wrecker shoved him.
âShush!â
You turned back to Hunter, slightly confused when you saw the small smirk on his face.
âHunterâŚâ
One of his hands came up to cradle your jaw, tilting your face towards his.
He leaned in, nose brushing yours. âI told you. Nothing evades my senses.â
Before you could respond, you felt his lips press against yours. It was completely intoxicating, and you grabbed his shoulders to keep yourself steady. The kiss was filled with such precision, every movement careful but filled with such feeling, you felt like you were drowning in him.
As Hunter pulled back from you, the rest of the world came crashing back on you. The cheers of his brothers, the feel of his blacks beneath your fingers, and yet you could only focus on his eyes and how they remained fixed on you.
You, stumbling over yourself as your mind tried to catch up.
Your head spun as you connected the dots, the fact he brought you over here purposely, knowing the mistletoe hung above you.
Just to kiss you?
It seemed surreal, the ghost of Hunterâs lips still on yours. But it was real.
A smirk spread across your lips. âIâm glad you liked the present.â
âThatâs all you have to say?â He asked.
âHappy Life Day,â you whispered, before reconnecting your lips, earning another round of hoots and hollers from his brothers and Omega.
And as you two rejoined the group, Hunterâs arm draped across your waist, you smiled to yourself. Happy Life Day indeed.
#LDE23#the clone wars#hunter tbb x reader#tbb hunter x reader#clone x reader#tbb starwars#hunter tbb#star wars tbb#star wars the bad batch#star wars the clone wars
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Carol of the Cookies (Captain Rex x reader)
For @diviluscorner in the @cloneficgiftexchange. I had so much fun writing this and I hope y'all enjoy it â¤ď¸
Prompt: Baking Cookies
Warnings: F reader, kids, family bonding, fluffy, domesticity, everyone lives au, not explicitly holiday but has the vibes
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âBuir! Buir!â
Rex stopped taking off his snow boots and looked down the hallway to see his little girl, Mariel, running towards him at full speed. She jumped into his arms, giggling when he caught her. He smiled at her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
âWhat have you been up to my little trooper?â He asked her, attempting to remove his snow gear while still holding her.
âWe went to the library and mama let us pick out some books!â The 6 year old ecstatically explained.
âReally? I hope you picked out something you really liked.â Rex hummed as he took off his scarf and hat.
âI did. I picked a book about stars!âÂ
âThat sounds great sweetie. Hey, how about you go to mama while I finish taking off my boots?â
Mariel nodded before jumping down and taking off down the hall towards the kitchen. Rex finished taking off his boots as promised, then shrugged off his jacket. He took a moment to look at a picture hung on the wall, a picture of his family, something that he thought that he never had. He then moved down the hall, toward the kitchen, toward you.
You were like a saving grace for him.
 Heâd met you at a bar called 79s one blurry night so long ago. You were working the bar and had somehow found his drunk flirting charming enough to give him your com. He remembered sending you an apology the day after, the embarrassment he felt when his brothers recounted what happened was soul crushing. He felt less bad about it when you ended up inviting him for a cup of caf. And the rest, as they say, was history.
The war ended, and he proposed. The two of you moved to Saleucami and got a small farm, trading the food you grew at the market. Then little Mariel was born.Â
Rex walked into the kitchen and smiled at what he saw. You were trying to keep Mariel from eating the cookie dough that you were making. He watched as you gently pushed her hand away from the bowl, scolding her for trying to eat it. Rex went over and reached into the, taking just a little bit of the cookie dough and eating it.
âThat is not for you either.â You playfully glared at him.
âWell then why is it so delicious?â Mariel refuted, arms crossed and face pouting.
âYou canât eat all the raw cookie dough, sweetie. Or there wonât be anything to decorate, later.â You told her as you took the bowl of cookie dough to another counter to roll it out.
Your daughter gave a gasp at the realization. Rex chuckled at it. It would be absolutely devastating if there were no cookies to decorate.Â
âHow about you go get your new book to show me?â Rex suggested to her.
âOkay!â Mariel rushed out of the kitchen.
âShe was so happy to get that book.â You told your husband as you rolled out the cookie dough.
âI bet.â Rex grinned, then wrapped his arms around you. âSo, how was your day?â
âFine. She was very hyperactive after her nap. How was your trip to the market?â
âGood. Got a great price for those meilooruns.â
You hummed in response. Rex tightened his arms, resting his head on your shoulder. He watched as you rolled the dough, then grabbed one of the many cookie cutters on the counter.Â
âI missed you while I was gone, cyare.â Your husband admitted, then placed a kiss on your cheek.
âYou were only gone for a few hours, dear.â You mused, cutting a few cookies in the shape of a snowman.
âYeah, but I still missed you and Mariel.â
âWell, we missed you too.â You smiled and turned your head, giving him a small kiss on the lips before returning to your task.
Mariel came running into the kitchen, her book in hand. She excitedly held it up for her father to see. Rex peeled himself off of you to attend to your daughter. She happily took her father to the living room, where they sat on the couch and she read the book to him. You finished cutting the cookies and put them in the oven. You smiled to yourself as you thought about how
You went to the living room and smiled when you saw your daughter sitting on the sofa reading her book to her father. Rex was paying all his attention to her as she read. He was patient and encouraging as she read, making sure she pronounced every word correctly. You decided to let them have this moment of bonding, going back into the kitchen to start some dishes while Rex kept the little one entertained.Â
After around 15 minutes, the cookies were done. Mariel came running in when the timer went off. She pouted when you told she had to wait until the cookies cooled off to decorate them.
âYou can decorate the cookies later. Now, how about you get your favorite pajamas on and then you pick out a holo movie to watch. When thatâs done, the cookies will be ready to decorate.â You suggested to the 6 year old.Â
She seemed content with the idea. She ran off to her room. Rex went into the kitchen to help with the dishes while you set up the holoscreen for Mariel to pick a holomovie to watch. Mariel came back rather quickly, dressed in her blue pajamas. She excitedly picked a film about a magic tooka, then ran to the kitchen to decorate cookies.
You helped her when she wanted it, but all in all left her to her vision of what the snowman should look like. You and your husband decorated about four cookies each, while your daughter decorated the majority of them. She made a colorful mess with the icing but was so happy with how the cookies turned out.Â
âBuir! Momma! You have to try one!â Mariel insisted, handing a cookie to each of you. You took a bite, while Rex (with his massive sweet tooth) shoved the whole thing into his mouth.
You praised your daughter for how good the cookies looked and tasted. Rex watched and smiled to himself.
He wouldnât trade this for anything.Â
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First winter date - Captain Rex - reader
Life day fic exchange 2023 @cloneficgiftexchange
for @dystopicjumpsuit I hope you'll enjoy this :-)
The police station, with its incessant hum of activity, was a world unto itself â a place where stories unfolded every day, some of hope, others of despair. In this world, Rex moved with a quiet authority, his presence both commanding and reassuring. Among the bustling corridors and busy desks, there was a sense of family, a bond forged in the face of shared challenges. Cody, his brother, was a constant figure, his leadership as steady as it was inspiring. Ponds and Fox, his other siblings, added to the familial atmosphere, each with their own unique strengths. Fives and Echo, his cousins, were the younger, more spirited members of this tight-knit group.
In this hive of activity, (Y/N) was a beacon of calm. As a victim counselor, her role was to mend the unseen wounds, to offer solace in the midst of chaos. (Y/N)'s arrival at the station had brought a new dimension to their work, a reminder of the human element in their often mechanical routine.
Rex had been drawn to her from the start. It wasn't just her compassion that captivated him, but the way she seemed to truly listen, to understand the pain of others and guide them through it. He had seen her soothe frayed nerves with just a few words, seen her bring a semblance of peace to tormented souls. And each time, he found himself admiring her more, the professional respect gradually intertwining with a deeper, more personal affection.
But expressing those feelings was a battle in itself. Rex was a man of action, not words. His emotions were a private affair, often hidden behind a facade of stoicism. Yet, with (Y/N), he felt a desire to open up, to share parts of himself he had kept locked away.
The winter evening was a symphony of crystalline beauty, the snowflakes dancing in the air like a myriad of tiny stars. It was on such an evening that Rex found the courage to ask her out. The ice rink, with its festive lights and the promise of shared laughter, seemed like the perfect place.
"Hey, (Y/N)," Rex started, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness. "I was wondering if you'd like to go to the ice rink tonight? Thought it might be a fun way to unwind."
(Y/N) looked up, surprise flickering in her eyes, quickly replaced by a warm smile. "That sounds wonderful, Rex. I'd love to."
The ice rink, aglow with twinkling lights and festive cheer, was a stage set for an evening of clumsy grace and laughter. Rex, with the effortless glide of a seasoned skater, approached (Y/N), who was clinging to the rink's edge like a lifeline. Her determination to spend time with her crush had brought her here, but her skating skills were as untested as a ship's maiden voyage.
"Seems like you've found a new best friend in that railing," Rex quipped, skating up to her with a playful smirk.
(Y/N) rolled her eyes, her grip on the railing tightening just a tad. "Well, it's certainly more reliable than my skating skills," she shot back, her tone light but tinged with a hint of nervousness.
Rex chuckled, extending his hand towards her. "How about you ditch the railing for a while? I promise I'm a better partner than cold metal."
Hesitantly, (Y/N) took his hand, her heart skipping a beat. As they slowly moved away from her safety net, she wobbled unsteadily.
"Whoa there, are you trying to skate or are you practicing your penguin impression?" Rex teased, his grip on her hand reassuringly firm.
"Hey, I'll have you know penguins are very graceful creatures... on land," she retorted, trying to mask her anxiety with humor.
Rex laughed, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "Alright, let's focus on the basics. Just follow my lead and try not to mow down any innocent bystanders."
They began with simple glides, Rex patiently guiding her through the motions. Every time she faltered, he was there, his presence a constant source of support.
"You know, for someone who clings to railings, you're surprisingly adventurous," he noted, as she took a shaky glide forward.
(Y/N) grinned, feeling a surge of confidence. "I have a good teacher," she said, her voice softer, more sincere.
As they continued, Rex's teasing became a comforting rhythm, a playful undercurrent to their conversation. He joked about starting a skating school for the hopelessly uncoordinated, playfully suggesting she could be his first student. She laughed, the sound mingling with the crisp night air, her earlier apprehension melting away like snow in the sun.
They attempted a cautious turn, Rex's instructions interspersed with light-hearted comments. "Okay, now just pivot on your left foot... or just do a wild spin, that works too!"
(Y/N)'s attempt at a pivot ended in a whirl of arms and a near collision, but Rex's quick reflexes saved them both from a tumble. They ended up in a close embrace, her hands on his shoulders, his arms around her waist. For a moment, they just looked at each other, the laughter fading into a moment of silent connection.
"See, you're getting the hang of it. Soon you'll be out-skating me," Rex said, his voice warm, his smile genuine.
(Y/N) felt a rush of warmth, not from the exercise, but from the feeling of being this close to Rex, of being the focus of his playful yet caring attention. The evening was no longer about skating; it had transformed into a dance of words and laughter, a shared experience that spoke of budding feelings and the promise of more.
As they left the ice, their hands still joined, the night seemed to wrap around them, a blanket of stars and possibilities.
The transition from the ice rink to the bustling Christmas market felt seamless, a continuation of the evening's enchantment. Rex, still holding (Y/N)'s hand, felt an unspoken reluctance to let go, their fingers intertwined as they navigated through the vibrant maze of stalls and lights. The market was alive with the spirit of the season, each corner a new discovery, each sound a note in the festive symphony.
(Y/N)'s eyes sparkled under the canopy of Christmas lights, her gaze wandering from one stall to the next with childlike wonder. "Look at these ornaments, Rex! Have you ever seen anything so detailed?" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of awe and excitement.
Rex leaned in to look at the intricate glass baubles she was pointing at. "They're pretty amazing. You have a good eye for these things," he replied, his tone laced with genuine admiration.
As they moved on, (Y/N) couldn't help but shiver slightly, the cold finally catching up with her. Rex immediately noticed, his concern evident. "Getting chilly?" he asked, his hand instinctively rubbing her arm in a comforting gesture.
"Just a little," she admitted, a slight quiver in her voice.
Rex's eyes scanned the nearby stalls, landing on one that promised warmth in a cup. "How about a hot drink to warm you up? What would you like?" he asked, ready to fetch whatever she desired.
"Surprise me," (Y/N) said with a trusting smile, her eyes twinkling in anticipation.
Rex returned shortly, two steaming cups in his hands. He handed her a hot chocolate topped with marshmallows, the steam rising like a warm embrace. "Thought you might like this," he said, his eyes searching hers for approval.
(Y/N) took a sip, the warmth of the chocolate spreading through her. "It's perfect. How did you know?" she asked, her smile brightening the already illuminated night.
Rex shrugged modestly. "I just took a wild guess. Glad I got it right," he replied, his own cup of mulled wine warming his hands.
They continued their stroll, sipping their drinks and sharing laughs. Rex pointed to a ring toss game. "Bet you can't get three rings on those bottles," he challenged, his eyes gleaming with playful mischief.
(Y/N) accepted the challenge, her throws missing the mark but eliciting more laughter than disappointment. "Seems I'm as good at this as I am at skating," she joked, her laughter infectious.
Rex joined in, his attempts equally unsuccessful. "Looks like we're both in need of some practice," he conceded, his smile never fading.
Their journey through the market led them to a photo booth adorned with festive props. Rex, ever the instigator of fun, grabbed a Santa hat, placing it on his head with a grin. "Your turn, choose your festive disguise," he said, handing her a pair of reindeer antlers.
(Y/N) put on the antlers, striking a pose. "Ready for our close-up, Santa?" she teased, her eyes shining with mirth.
The photos they took were a series of silly poses and laughter-filled moments, each click capturing the joy and ease of their burgeoning relationship.
As they neared a group of carolers, their voices harmonizing in a timeless Christmas tune, (Y/N) felt a pull towards Rex, a desire to be closer. She leaned against him, her head resting gently on his shoulder. "I love this song," she whispered, her breath visible in the cold air.
Rex's arm found its way around her, pulling her closer. "Me too," he replied, his voice soft, his heart full.
The journey from the vibrant life of the Christmas market to the quiet streets leading to (Y/N)'s place was a mix of comfortable silence and soft conversation. The car ride, with Rex at the wheel, felt like a gentle deceleration from the evening's excitement, a gradual return to reality, yet tinged with a reluctance for the night to end.
(Y/N) sat beside him, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. The evening had unfolded like a chapter from a fairy tale, each moment with Rex adding another layer to her growing feelings. She glanced at him, his profile illuminated by the passing streetlights, a sense of warmth enveloping her.
As they pulled up to her apartment, the car's engine coming to a quiet stop, a sudden nervousness gripped her. She didnât want the night to end, not yet. "Thanks for tonight, Rex. I had a really great time," she said, her voice laced with sincerity.
"Me too, (Y/N). It was... it was really special," Rex replied, his tone reflecting a depth of emotion that resonated with her own feelings.
There was a pause, a moment suspended in time, as (Y/N) gathered her courage. "Would you like to come in? Maybe watch a Christmas movie or something?" she asked, her heart racing with the boldness of her invitation.
Rex turned to look at her, surprise and happiness mingling in his eyes. "I'd like that," he said, a smile spreading across his face.
Inside her apartment, (Y/N) felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. She busied herself with small tasks, turning on the lights, taking off her coat, anything to calm the fluttering in her stomach. Rex followed her in, his presence filling the space with a comforting warmth.
"So, any favorite Christmas movies?" Rex asked, his voice casual but his eyes holding a hint of anticipation.
(Y/N) thought for a moment, wanting to pick something that would set the right tone. "How about 'It's a Wonderful Life'? It's a classic," she suggested, hoping her choice would prolong the warmth and closeness of the evening.
"Perfect choice," Rex agreed, settling onto the couch.
In the cozy confines of (Y/N)'s living room, with the final scenes of "It's a Wonderful Life" painting flickers of light and shadow, Rex and (Y/N) found themselves in a world of their own creation. Their confessions of feelings had woven a new tapestry of emotions, coloring the room with an unspoken promise of something profound and beautiful.
(Y/N) felt a whirlwind of emotions as she leaned into Rex, his arm around her, a gesture of comfort and connection. His heartbeat, steady and reassuring under her ear, was a melody that harmonized perfectly with the rapid beats of her own heart. The air between them was charged with a new energy, an anticipation of what was to come.
Rex, overcome with a sense of rightness and completion, looked down at (Y/N), her eyes lifting to meet his. In her gaze, he found reflections of his own feelings â a mixture of wonder, happiness, and a profound connection that went beyond words. The room, with its soft lighting and the quiet hum of the ending movie, seemed to fade into insignificance, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a moment that felt as timeless as it was fleeting.
As the closing credits rolled, the music a soft undertone to their shared silence, Rex gently tilted (Y/N)'s chin up towards him. Their eyes locked, conveying depths of emotion that words could never fully capture. The distance between them lessened, the magnetic pull of their mutual affection drawing them closer.
(Y/N)'s heart raced as she realized what was about to happen. Her nervousness was a fluttering bird in her chest, but it was overshadowed by a profound desire, a yearning that had been building throughout the night. She could feel Rex's breath, a warm whisper against her skin, the closeness sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine.
And then, in a moment that seemed both an eternity and an instant, their lips met. It was a gentle collision, a soft convergence of emotions and desires. The kiss was tentative at first, a careful exploration, but it quickly deepened, fueled by the pent-up feelings and the undeniable connection that had brought them to this point.
The world outside, with its cold winter night and silent stars, seemed a universe away. In that kiss, they found a warmth and a rightness that spoke of shared futures and whispered promises. It was a first kiss, but it carried the weight and depth of something much more, a symbol of a bond that had been forged in shared laughter, stolen glances, and unspoken affections.
As they finally pulled away, a breathless moment later, their eyes opened to a world that seemed brighter, more vivid.
In the aftermath of their first kiss, a silence filled the room, profound and comfortable, wrapping Rex and (Y/N) in a cocoon of newfound intimacy. The flickering lights from the TV cast a soft glow on their faces, revealing shared smiles and eyes bright with emotion.
Rex, his heart still pounding from the kiss, felt a clarity he had never experienced before. Looking into (Y/N)'s eyes, he found the courage to give voice to the feelings that the kiss had only begun to express. â(Y/N),â he started, his voice low and filled with emotion, âI need to tell you... Iâve fallen for you. Itâs been building for a while, but tonight, everything became so clear.â
(Y/N)âs eyes widened slightly, a soft blush coloring her cheeks. Her own emotions, a tangled mix of joy and affection, bubbled to the surface. âRex, I feel the same way,â she confessed, her voice a whisper of shared sentiment. âI didnât realize it until tonight, but what I feel for you... itâs more than I ever expected.â
Their confessions hung in the air, simple yet profound, bridging any distance that had once existed between them. In that moment, they understood that what they had was special, a connection that went beyond mere attraction or companionship.
With a newfound boldness, (Y/N) leaned in for another kiss. This one was different from the first â it was a confirmation, a seal on the feelings they had just confessed. Their lips met with a gentle urgency, conveying years of unspoken emotions and desires. It was a kiss that spoke of beginnings, of a journey they were now embarking on together.
Eventually, they pulled apart, their smiles reflections of their inner happiness. (Y/N) suggested, âHow about we watch another movie?â Her tone was light, but her eyes held a deeper invitation, a desire to prolong the magic of the evening.
Rex nodded, his heart still soaring from their exchange. âThat sounds perfect.â
They settled onto the couch, (Y/N) fetching a cozy blanket which she draped over them. As she snuggled into Rex's side, the warmth of their closeness enveloped them, a physical manifestation of the emotional warmth they were both feeling.
As the opening credits of the new movie rolled, they found themselves less focused on the screen and more on the comfort of being in each other's arms. The movie played on, but their attention was on the soft sound of their breathing, the gentle rhythm of their heartbeats, and the warmth of their entwined hands under the blanket.
In the dimly lit room, with the soft murmur of the movie playing in the background, Rex and (Y/N) lay under the cozy blanket, a sense of complete contentment enveloping them. The outside world, with all its noise and haste, seemed a distant memory, irrelevant to the sanctuary they had created here, in (Y/N)'s living room.
Their confessions of affection still echoed in the space around them, a tender yet powerful admission that had changed the very air they breathed. Now, under the blanket, they found themselves in a world of their own making, a world where every glance, every touch, spoke of the deep connection they shared.
(Y/N) looked up at Rex, her eyes shining with unspoken emotions. In his eyes, she saw a reflection of her own feelings â a mixture of wonder, joy, and a profound sense of rightness. It was as if all the scattered pieces of her life had suddenly clicked into place, forming a picture that was more beautiful than she had ever imagined.
Rex, feeling her gaze, turned to meet her eyes. In that moment, words were unnecessary; everything they needed to say was conveyed in the depth of their look. He leaned down, and their lips met in a gentle kiss, a soft caress that spoke of new beginnings and uncharted futures. The kiss was a whisper of promises, a seal on the feelings they had just shared.
As they pulled away, their smiles were reflections of their inner happiness, a happiness that was as much about the presence of the other as it was about the connection they had forged. They stole another kiss, and then another, each one a celebration, a joyful acknowledgment of the journey they were embarking on together.
Lying there, with Rex's arm around her and her head on his chest, (Y/N) felt a sense of completeness she had never known. The sound of his heartbeat was a steady rhythm that seemed to sync perfectly with her own. Every so often, they would exchange a look or a smile, a silent conversation that spoke of shared joy and the comfort of being understood.
Rex, with (Y/N) nestled against him, felt a sense of peace that was new and profound. The weight of his past, the uncertainties of his future, all seemed to fade away in the face of this simple yet profound happiness. He kissed the top of her head gently, a gesture of affection and protection.
The movie played on, but it was merely a backdrop to their own story, a story that was just beginning. Every touch, every shared laugh, every quiet moment under the blanket was a brushstroke in the masterpiece they were creating together.
As the night deepened, they lay there, wrapped in the warmth of the blanket and the warmth of their newfound love. It was a feeling of complete rightness, a sense that, in this moment, in each other's arms, they were exactly where they were meant to be. The world outside could wait; what mattered was the magic they had found in each other's presence, the promise of all the nights and days to come, filled with laughter, love, and the quiet joy of being together.
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Life Day on Daiyu
This story is a gift for @imarvelatthestars as part of the @cloneficgiftexchange ! I picked Nax, the Daiyu Veteran, and used these prompts from your list: Reader & clone creating new traditions together || Hand under the chin || Snuggles under a blanket || "Pretty girl"
Summary: Your heart goes out to the begging veteran, so you get him a job at the restaurant you manage. One thing leads to another, and soon he's a fixture of your life, and someone you want to celebrate.
Tags: Nax/f!reader, mild hurt/comfort, family drama, strangers to lovers, sharing a bed, domestic fluff, romantic fluff, Life Day fluff, fix-it of sorts, holiday fic exchange
Words: 4.9k
Rating: T
You saw him there most days, sitting with his painted helmet, empty neck up, hoping for a few credits to be tossed his way. He had long, graying hair and a bushy, grizzled beard to match. He wore the rest of his GAR-issued armor, scratched and scuffed as it was. He sat near the marketplace on your route to and from work. You tried to leave a few credits for him after your shifts, but he was usually gone by then.
âHey, I was thinking,â you said, casually as possible, to Myndi Emadda, a Chagrian with dark purple horns growing from her elegant head tentacles. She owned the restaurant you managed. âWhat if we get that veteran from the market in here to wash dishes? Bet heâd be glad of the work.â
âThat old bum?â she scoffed, looking briefly up from the datapad where the previous weekâs earnings were on display. âWhat for?â
âI figure heâll work harder than these other people who barely stick around for a week or two. You know itâs the job with the highest turn-over. A guy like that wouldnât skip out on his shift,â you shrug.
Myndi rolled her orange eyes. âI guess if itâll make you happy, let him try. These numbers are worth putting up with my new manager being a secret softie.â She finally made real eye contact with you and smiled. âJust keep the profits up,â she added, sashaying out the office door.
You wonât see her again for another week. But that suits you fine. Having freedom to run things your way is why you left your familyâs restaurant business. Also, they never really stopped seeing you as a little kid. Maybe, one day, theyâll come around and actually listen to you, but for now, youâre happy here. Especially since it has given you opportunities to help people like this veteranâŚassuming heâs interested.
The following rotation, you left for work with plenty of time for a detour to the market. After dropping some credits in the veteranâs helmet, you return his grateful nod with a hesitant smile.
âAny chance youâre looking for work?â
He blinked at you, clearly surprised. Then he shifted uncomfortably on the hard duracrete, stretching his right leg out. He cleared his throat, and said, in a rough voice, âMight be. Whatâs the work?â
âNothing much, just dishwashing at Myndiâs Cafe up that way,â you nodded down the street. âBut itâs steady work with steady pay, and itâs yours as long as youâd want it.â
He swallows. âI â thatâs â I could do that.â
You smiled and held out your hand, kneeling a bit so he wouldnât have to stand to reach you, introducing yourself as you shook his hand.
âNax,â he said, completing the introductions.
âI walk this way to work,â you explained. âI can meet you here tomorrow, about this time to walk you there, and talk you through everything. That sound all right, Nax?â
He nods.
âSee you then,â you smiled again, then walked away, feeling his eyes on you as you went.
You commed your sometimes overbearing, but favorite cousin during your break, asking him to bring over some of his partnerâs old clothes. He showed up with them on the following rotation, shortly before you needed to leave, and you snatched them from him hurriedly.
âFinally,â you complained, shoving them in a bag. âYouâre gonna make me late,â you grumbled.
Brenko chuckled and leaned against your doorframe, completely unfazed. âYouâre welcome.â
You made a face at him and then let out a reluctant, âThanks.â
âAnytime, baby cuz,â he smirked. âWhoâs the new boyfriend?â
You rolled your eyes as you shoved him out of the doorway. âItâs not like that.â You shut and locked the door. Then you turned and give him a hug. âGood to see ya.â
âYeah, same. Donât be a stranger, huh?â
âNo promises,â you called behind you as you hurried towards the market.
Nax was waiting for you, helmet in hand, looking uncertain. You greeted him and then guided him to the back entrance of Myndiâs Cafe. There was a staff âfresher there with a shower, a few sinks, and several lockers. You pulled out the clothes from your cousin, and set them down on the bench.
âYou can shower in here, and change. Hopefully something will fit you. But, uh, you canât wear armor to work,â you explained, with a shy smile. âThereâs soap and stuff on that shelf. Use whatever you need. When youâre ready, head out that way,â you point towards the hallway that connects to the back of the kitchen. âWhoever you find there can tell you where Iâm at.â
He agrees with a wordless nod, and you leave him to it.
The next time you saw Nax, he was wearing a button-up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to expose his muscled, bronze forearms, and a pair of soft, black pants. Heâd tied back half of his hair and trimmed his beard; it was still full, but no longer looked wild. You had to work hard to control your reaction. He looked incredible, and suddenly staying professional felt like a challenge. But you powered through the moment, and managed to keep yourself to an approving nod and a friendly (you hoped) smile.
âOkay, so this is Kile,â you said, leading him to the dish-washing area where the young human stood with his hip against the sink, looking bored. âHeâll show you through the basic process, and supervise the first few loads that come through. Iâll check back later,â you promised.
At the end of the night, when you locked up, Nax was waiting for you. He was back in his armor; the other clothes were folded up neatly and tucked into his helmet.
âThank you,â he said gruffly. âMost folk wonât hire clones.â
You shrugged. âTheir loss.â
For the first time ever, you saw a hint of a smile on his face, and warmth flooded your chest.
âSame time tomorrow?â you asked.
He nodded. âMind if I walk with you?â he asked.
âIâd like that,â you replied.
He parted ways with you at the marketplace, and you wondered if he slept there, tucked away in some empty stall. The thought made you sad.
You and Nax easily fell into a routine of walking to and from work together. One rotation, when the weather had turned bitter cold, you knew you wouldnât be able to live with yourself if he had to sleep outside.
âNax,â you said, shivering in the wind, âdo you want to sleep on my couch tonight?â
He frowned. âSure youâd feel safe with me there?â
You raised an eyebrow at him. âI know I wonât forgive myself if something happens to you in this weather.â
Nax looked genuinely surprised, and touched. His expression softened. âThank you.â
He followed you to your small rental flat. It was nothing compared to your familyâs home, but youâre certain that Nax was the last person whoâd judge your simple, and, admittedly, a bit crummy, living space. Your main reasons for staying there were that it had been instantly available and was close to work. Being able to walk to the market and to work was a grounding, simple pleasure you secretly cherished. You had always driven to work in the past.
In the central room, you had a second-hand sofa, a holoprojector, and not much else. Nax looked huge, standing there with his broad shoulders. You offered him a seat, mindful of the limp in his right leg he tried so hard to hide from you. He settled into the sofa, stretching his bad leg out in front of him.Â
The kitchenette, to the left of the main entry, was sparsely supplied, but clean. Grabbing a glass of water for each of you, you joined him on the sofa. You sipped your water, feeling awkward.
âAre you hungry?â you thought to ask.
He shook his head, staring down at the glass in his hand.
âWell, if you get nibbly later, thereâs stuff in the kitchen. Just poke around. Eat whatever,â you offered. âIâm gonna use the âfresher and then Iâll get you a blanket and all that.â
Nax looked at you and nodded, âThank you.â
You nod back, trying to ignore the blush you feel heating your cheeks. âSure.â
Washing your face and brushing your teeth gave you time to feel more settled. You left an extra toothbrush out for Nax, who was massaging his thigh when you passed through to your bedroom.Â
You dug through a box you never fully unpacked to find your extra bedding. You put a fresh pillow case on a pillow and take it with the blankets to the empty sofa. Nax exited the âfresher just as you finished.
âWell,â you said, âgood night. Hope you sleep ok.â
âThank you,â Nax replied in his deep voice.
You smiled at him, and slipped into your room, closing the door behind you. As you laid in bed, you reflected on how risky and stupid your family would say youâre being, to let a man you barely know into your home. But you donât feel like you made the wrong decision at all.
The following morning, you stumbled out of your room, yawning and rubbing at your eyes. You were getting caf ready to brew when a rumbling, âGood morning,â from behind shocked you. You screeched and jumped around, heart pounding. Then you saw Nax and remembered why he was there. You sagged against the kitchen counter.
âKriff,â you managed weakly. âI forgot you were here.â
âIâm sorry,â Nax apologized from where he sat, his right leg stretched across the sofa.
You waved his apology away. âNo need. I just wasnât quite awake yet.âÂ
You smiled sheepishly. Nax looked about as awkward as you felt.
You visited the âfresher while the caf brewed, and then poured a cup for yourself and your guest. Nax swung his leg down so you could sit with him, and you silently enjoyed your hot drinks together. When you were more awake, you decided to let yourself pry a little.
âCan I ask you something?â
âYou already did,â Nax retorted, face serious, but his dark eyes twinkled with unexpected humor.
You huffed and rolled your eyes. âOkay, can I ask you something else?â
âGo ahead,â he replied. He sipped the last of his caf.
âWhere do you usually sleep?â
Nax kept his eyes on his mug. At first you werenât sure he would answer you, but then he said: âThereâs a vendor at the market that lets me stow my extra gear under their booth during the day in exchange for guarding it at night.â
You bit your lower lip to keep yourself from ranting about how the vendor should pay him for guard work, not exploit his desperate situation. You forced yourself to take a few breaths before you reply.Â
âWell, if youâd rather, you can stay here. Iâm not used to living by myself, so youâd be doing me a favor.â That was only a slight exaggeration. You hadnât been on your own before you moved here, but it wasnât all that bad. Still, youâd rather have a roommate than force him back out in the weather. The real cold season hadnât even hit yet.
When you finally looked up, you saw Nax staring at you. âWhy would you want that?â he asked, sounding genuinely confused.
Your heart went out to him. âBesides it just being the right thing to do?â you said at first, deflecting a bit. Then you softened at the look in his eyes, and added, âand I enjoy being around you.â
The grizzled ex-warrior didnât seem to know what to say to that. He stared at you for a long moment, finally murmuring a soft âthank you.â
Once again, you left for work early to stop at the market, this time accompanied by Nax. The bundle he gathered from the muttering Gran vendor was pathetically small, containing as it did, all his worldly goods. It took all your customer service skills to keep from tearing into the three-eyed Gran and giving them a piece of your mind. Nax didnât need you to fight his battles for him. And you didnât need to foster ill will for him in the community. So you kept your mouth shut, and let yourself be silently grateful that he wouldnât need to go back there again.
You and Nax settled into a cozy routine, starting your days with companionable cups of caf on the sofa. Little by little, you drew closer, physically and emotionally, and you would cuddle up to his warm side as you sat together. He was surprisingly handy, and fixed all the little problems with your flat that youâd been meaning to get around to someday: tightening loose screws and fiddly door panels. He didnât know much about cooking, but that was your forte and it was a delight to share your knowledge with him. Soon he was surprising you with inventive meals of his own making. Living together put no strain on working together, and it was nice to have a companion.
You woke up shivering. The cold season had fully arrived, and the heat in your flat wasnât working. Grumbling to yourself, you reached for your commlink, and sent a message to the building supervisor. But you only received an automated response: that the power had gone out for the entire block, and would be out until the city repaired the grid. Which meant you were in for a very bitter night.
Getting up, a blanket around yourself, you shuffled into the other room. âNax?â you whispered, unwilling to disturb him if he was still asleep.
But he answered immediately, âYes?â
âThe power is out, so the heatâs out. Would you..wanna come shar my bed with me? Iâm too cold to sleep.â
Nax didnât hesitate. He stood and brought his blankets along to layer over yours. You smiled to yourself in the darkness and went back to bed. Nax joined you, his body heat instantly warming the little pocket of air trapped beneath the blankets. You gave a little contented sigh, and moved closer to rest your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around your back, holding you gently. As you drifted back to sleep, you wondered why you hadnât done this sooner.
When you woke up again, it was in a much more pleasant way. Nax was curled on his side, and you were spooned up against his broad back and thighs, one arm flung around his waist. The cocoon of blankets was warm with your shared body heat. Nax smelt like musk and shampoo when you nuzzled into the hair at the nape of his neck. He brought a hand up to cover yours, gave it a gentle squeeze.
âGood morning,â came his sleep-roughened voice.
âMmm-hmm,â you hummed in agreement. âI could get used to waking up like this.â
He squeezed your hand again, tighter this time, and you squeezed back.Â
Every day you spent with Nax made you care for him more deeply. But you werenât quite sure he really let himself acknowledge your affection for him. He seemed to assume others would find him worthless, which you couldnât blame him, after heâd been discarded by the Galactic Republic-turned-Empire, and treated like a soulless being by the very people heâd spent his life fighting to protect. It was awful. You hoped that one day, he would see himself for the loveable man you knew him to be.
âWant to go somewhere we can take hot showers?â you asked.
âStars, yes,â he sighed.
You hired a transport to get to your cousinâs place. Brenko had eagerly agreed when youâd invited yourself and Nax over. You knew heâd be a pain about it, but the amenities, you hoped, would be worth the trouble.
âCome in! Come in!â he waved you and Nax through the doorway of the home he shared with his partner. Brenko pushed you towards the bedroom, âyou can take the master âfresher. And Iâll show your friend here,â he paused to look over Naxâs impressive form, âto the guest âfresher.â
âDonât tell him any stories about our childhood,â you called out to their retreating backs.
âNo promises,â Brenko sing-songed, making you roll your eyes.
You found Brenko in the kitchen later, after youâd cleaned up and changed. He was making a huge breakfast. âWhereâs the hubs?â you asked, tossing some chopped fruit into your mouth.
âHeâs been at work for hours, dear cuz,â Brenko replied, stirring something on the stove. âHe manages all the before-open prep these days.â
âOh yeah? Uncle Brice finally let him take that on?â
âWell, he had too. He threw his back out and finally admitted he canât keep up anymore. Honestly, it was a relief.â
âYeah, Iâm sure.â
âThink you and your friend will be at the Life Day party this year?â
You grimaced, but were saved from answering by Nax entering the room. Your cousin mustâve loaned him more of his partnerâs clothes, because he was wearing a green asymmetric v-neck sweater that showed off his neck and as well as a glimpse of his impressive pectorals. You tried not to stare at all the exposed brown skin. Nax was looking down at himself in consternation.
âYouâre sure your husband wonât mind me taking these?â he asked, apparently not for the first time by the way Brenko waved it off.
âI told you, itâs fine. Iâve been trying to get him to clear out his closet for cycles. Youâre doing me a favor.â
He turned and winked at you. You pursed your lips into a frown to hide your smile. You really shouldnât encourage him to dress up your roommate in ways he knows will pique your interest, should you?
Nax sat down at the large kitchen island beside you, and Brenko slid a couple of steaming cups over. You inhaled the caf scent deeply, appreciative of the excellent blend your cousin used.
âAlmost ready with this food here,â Brenko noted. âGo set the table, will you?â
You grumbled, just because, but set out the necessary objects. Nax moved to help, but you pushed him back down to the stool. âRest,â you asserted gently. âYou have to stand at work all day, I donât.â
Nax sat back down without protest, which meant his leg was probably hurting him, because of the cold. You really needed to find some salve or something that would help take the edge off for him, you mused as you readied the table.
Brenko sat down and ate with you. It was nice to see how well he and Nax took to each other. They bonded easily over work stories of kitchen drama and talking about you like you werenât there. It wouldâve been annoying if it wasnât so endearing. You left feeling full from more than just a meal.
The power had been restored by the time you and Nax walked home from work that evening. When it was time to sleep, Nax came into your room to retrieve his bedding. Before he laid a hand on anything, you blurted out, âYou donât have to sleep on the sofa, if you donât want to.â
Feeling hopeful, but also shy and a bit embarrassed by your lack of finesse, you bit your lip and looked down at the floor. You could feel Nax looking at you. Then you heard him step closer to you, saw his feet and legs appear in your line of sight, and then one large, strong hand was lifting your chin up.Â
You looked into his deep soulful eyes as he rumbled, âAre you sure?â
You swallowed, shifted closer to put your hands on his waist. âYes.â
His hand left your chin to caress your cheek, and you leaned into the touch. âAlright.â
That night you fell asleep in his arms for the second time.
You stared at the invitation in your hand, hot tears burning your eyes. Every year, your family threw a lavish Life Day celebration to which theyâd invite anyone they wanted to impress, or do business with, as well as the entire extended family and close personal friends. The event was scheduled so that the least important guests were asked to come midday, the more important ones towards evening, with family and friends ending the night together at whatever late hour they chose. This year, since youâd decided to strike out on your own, youâd been relegated to the midday crowd. You had been dreading this event, thinking youâd be obliged to go, but now youâve changed your mind. If they donât want you around, youâll just stay away.
âNax, have you ever celebrated Life Day?â
The clone shook his long hair back as he answered, âNo. The Kamanoans wouldâve seen that as a meaningless distraction and expense. Besides, whatâs the use of celebrating something with life in its name when you were created to be droid fodder?â he continued darkly.
You frowned slightly, saddened by what Nax has suffered in his short, accelerated life. But then you shrugged. âWell, youâre not a soldier now. Wanna celebrate it with me this cycle?â
Nax stroked a hand through his gray-streaked beard, âLike how..?â
You shrugged again. âLike whatever we want.â
Myndiâs Cafe was closed on Life Day since it was an unofficial planet-wide celebration. Which left you and Nax free to sleep in. You woke up in his arms and snuggled closer, resting your head over his chest to listen to his solid heartbeat. You couldnât think of a better way to start any day, especially this one.
âIâm looking forward to spending the day with you,â you murmured once you knew he was awake by the way he squeezed you softly to say good morning.
He chuckled. The sound of it rumbled under you as you lay against him. âWe spend every day together.â
âHmm.. lucky me,â you purred.
Nax reached a large, calloused hand to your cheek. You blinked up at his dark-eyed countenance. âIâm the lucky one,â he declared solemnly.
His hand moved to your nape, and you leaned forward, bracing yourself against his broad chest. You pressed your lips to his. Nax held you and kissed you softly. You thrilled at the feel of his lips on yours. Youâd kissed him before, on the cheek or forehead, but this was so much better. You smiled and curled back into his chest.
âThatâs my new favorite way to begin Life Day,â you declared.
Naxâs chuckle rumbled beneath your ear. âIs that a new tradition then?â
âI think it must be,â you sighed happily.
âHmm.. then may I suggest we get our traditional cup of caf and sit on the traditional sofa?â
You snorted out a laugh. âSure, Nax. Sounds perfect.â
He snuggled beneath a blanket with you as you sipped steaming cups of caf, watching reports about Life Day celebrations across the galaxy on the HoloNet News. You sighed contentedly. Not even all the glittering displays of lights and decorations in glamorous places youâd never go could compare to the simple pleasure of being with Nax.
But the peaceful moment was broken by a knock at the door.
âAre you expecting someone?â Nax asked.
âNo,â you said, standing and pulling your coat over your sleep clothes. You peek through the peephole. âItâs my cousin!â
You hit the control panel and the door swooshed open. You stepped back and let in Brenko and Corr, who wrestled a pine tree through the too-small doorway.
âWhatâs this?â you asked in amazement, looking from Brenko to Corr for an explanation.
âWell, you told me you didnât have a tree for Life Day,â Brenko said, as if it should be obvious. âAnd we decided that was not okay.â
âPlus, I brought homemade puffcake and hot cider,â his husband added, going to the door to retrieve the box of pastries, a thermos, and a large cloth bag.
You smiled at him. âWell, you do make the best puffcake in the galaxy.â
âI do,â Corr affirmed with a broad grin. âNow, I believe youâve yet to introduce me to your man.â
You blushed furiously at his phrasing.
Nax saved you from answering by stepping over to shake hands with Corr. âNax,â he said. âPleased to meet you.â
âThe pleasure is all mine,â Corr smiled. âIâve heard good things about you.â
âLove the outfit,â Brenko snarked gently, propping the tree against the sofa.
You rolled your eyes at him, but then gave him a hug. âThanks for this. Itâs sweet of you. Intrusive and obnoxious, but sweet.â
He just laughed and hugged you back. âAnytime, dear cousin. You know youâre my favorite. I wasnât about to let this day go without seeing you.â
âKriff, guess Iâm stuck with you,â you smiled, feeling like the day couldnât possibly get any better.
But it did. Brenko, Corr, and Nax got along splendidly as you all decorated the tree with the bag of supplies your cousin had brought along. It wasnât anything particularly fancy: just lights and some old home-made decorations from when you were children that Brenko had pulled out of storage. To you it was the most perfect Life Day tree ever.
When they left, both of them hugged you fiercely and whispered how much they would miss you at the family party later. Whether or not it was true, it did your heart good to hear it.
Nax began to gather the dirty cups and plates, and you watched his easy movements, heart warmed by how comfortable he was here with you. It reminded you, with a jolt, of the surprise youâd planned for him, and you slipped into the bedroom.Â
You pulled out a box from the corner of the closet, and caught up Naxâs trooper helmet from where it sat on a table. Then you took it all into the other room and sat beneath the glowing Life Day tree. While Nax was busy in the kitchen, you started with the turquoise-accented helmet, centering it under the tree. Then you pulled a wide satin ribbon, also turquoise, from the box. Youâd carefully lettered âBrothers fall but are never forgottenâ on the ribbon in Aurebesh. You draped it artfully over the helmet. Then you pulled out the little electric candles youâd bought, switched each of them on, and arranged them in a semi-circle around the helmet. Finally, you pulled the soft, gift-wrapped package from the box and set it beneath the tree branches to one side.
Stepping back to admire your work, you were joined by Nax, who had finished cleaning up. He wrapped his arms around you from behind as you leaned against his strong, broad chest. âIs this for me?â he asked, voice gruff with emotion.
You nodded and hugged his arms to you. âLife Day is for celebrating the people we love,â you said softly, âeven if theyâre not with us.â
Nax bent to place a kiss on the top of your head. âThank you for always thinking of me.â
You twisted in his arms, looking up into his dark brown eyes. âI really care about you, you know.â
Nax lifted a hand to your chin, and pulled you into a gentle kiss. One led to another, and you pressed against him hungrily as his hand slipped around to the back of your neck to thread through your hair. You pulled him close, holding onto his shoulders, returning his kisses with eager affection. Nax pulled back to brush his thumbs over your cheeks, resting his forehead against yours.Â
When youâd caught your breath, you said, âThatâs not your only surprise, you know.â
âOh?â His eyebrows raised slightly and his smile grew. âThat so?â
Rather than answer, you smiled mysteriously and stepped backwards, tugging him along with you. You bent down, and lifted up the package youâd wrapped for him.
Naxâs eyes grew wide. âThis is for me, pretty girl?â he asked.
âOf course, silly,â you grinned. âWho else? Open it up.â
He made quick work of the wrapping, tearing through it with ease. Then he unfolded a sweater. To the untrained eye, the design might look abstract. But it was made to resemble his armor, and Nax immediately recognized it. âMy â my armor. You made this?â
You shook your head. âNo, I had to commission it. Iâm not good at that sort of thing. Do you like it?â
He crushed you to his chest, the sweater pressed between you. âI love it,â he said in your ear.
You gripped him tightly in return. âIâm glad.â
âI have something for you too,â he added.
âReally!â Your heart leapt. You hadnât expected anything.
Nax smiled, pressed a kiss to your forehead, and then went into the kitchen. From a high cupboard you never used (because you couldnât easily reach it), he pulled something wrapped in a towel. Looking sheepish, he handed it to you.
You took it with two hands, and pulled the towel away. It was a plate from Myndiâs Cafe â one of the chipped ones that were always thrown out. On it was painted the evening sky as the sunset faded into true night, and the stars were coming out. In the center were deep violet silhouettes of yourself and Nax, walking hand in hand. Tears pricked your eyes at the love and effort heâd put into the gift.
âItâs beautiful,â you said, voice hoarse with emotion. âThank you.â
âHappy Life Day, pretty girl,â Nax said, lifting your chin with his hand.
You blinked away happy tears and replied, âHappy Life Day, Nax.â
He captured your lips in a warm kiss, and you melted into him.
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First Life Day
Crosshair/Reader
Words: 1,618
Summary: It's the Bad Batch's first Life Day on Pabu, and you want to get something special for one of them. The only problem is that you have absolutely no idea what.
Note: this is a @cloneficgiftexchange gift for @starrylothcat! You will likely get another gift at some point in the future, but i am assisting your original gifter by making sure that you get a little something extra in this exchange :)
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What should one purchase a slightly reclusive, often sarcastic, ex-Empire clone sniper for Life Day? Kriff if you knew.
And to make the stakes that much higher, you had feelings for him. If this gift didnât go over perfectly you faced the potential of losing the friendship you had spent so much time cultivating, and that was not a fate you wanted to experience.
Ever.
But the issue was, you were completely stumped on a gift, and you couldnât just go up to Crosshair and ask him what he wanted for Life Day. Best case scenario, he looks at you with a confused expression before muttering something tiny. Worst case scenario, he tells you that he doesnât want anything from you, and that you had misread every interaction youâve ever had with him. Neither of them were really great, if you were weighing the options here.
You couldnât even ask his brothers for ideas, because they were all brand new to the concept of Life Day as well. That, and you didnât really want to admit why you were so stressed out about what to get Crosshair. The things you had purchased for Hunter, Echo, Wrecker, Tech, and Omega were all simple and functional, nice things that you hoped they would be able to utilize in their daily lives but still would have never purchased for themselves. But in your mind, Crosshairâs gift had to be different, had to be perfect for him in a way that he would never forget.
You had first spoken to him a few months ago, after spending ages watching the stoic newcomer sit on the docks to watch the sun rise and set. Because fishing was your primary trade, the odd hours you kept made it so you crossed paths with him quite a few times, and eventually you mustered up the courage to greet him kindly and make sure that he knew he could come to you if he needed anything.
It took a few more interactions for you to really get through to him, but soon you were at the point where you considered him a friend. And since he would sometimes seek you out at random points in the day to talk or ask questions about whatever was troubling about his new way of life, you liked to think that he considered you a friend as well. And as you walked through Pabuâs open-air market, you could feel the pressure of getting the perfect gift only growing in your mind.
Some of the options were purely functional, and that was an option, but you werenât sure if that would really communicate to him what you were trying to get across. Some things were purely aesthetic, and as much as you believed that he deserved to own nice things, you werenât sure if he would want those either. Earlier this year you had given a home decoration to Hunter just because you thought he and Omega would like it, and it took a moment for him to really understand what the purpose of it was. Crosshair seemed like the type of person who might value something more if it was some combination of pretty and useful. But even then, what should you get him?
A fishing rod would be functional, but would he enjoy it? You enjoyed fishing, but of course there were certainly people on the island whose skills and interest lay in other areas, and maybe that was the case for Crosshair. His eyesight was keen, but what if he wanted to move away from that kind of activity and start something more artistic?
You passed by all sorts of trinkets and treasures, wondering the whole time about what he might want, when eventually you laid eyes on a simple black bag. It looked unassuming at first, similar to the satchel you had purchased for Echo, but a smile crossed your face when you saw what was inside.
A deep blue blanket, made of the softest material youâve ever felt, appeared in your vision, and you instantly knew that this was a perfect gift. Yeah, maybe it wasnât as useful as the things you had for his brothers, but there was no doubt in your mind that he deserved it. Youâve been to the house where they were staying, you knew that Crosshair had taken to sleeping on the couch (despite the fact that his brothers always offered to procure a bed for him), and maybe this would help make that experience just a little more comfortable. You could see that he sometimes struggled to allow himself simple comforts, and maybe if you handed one directly to him, he would be more apt to relax.
After talking with the seller and purchasing the blanket, you walked back to your home, content in the fact that you were going to (hopefully) play in important role in making sure that Crosshairâs first Life Day was as wonderful as it should be.
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Despite its origins as a Wookie holiday, the people of Pabu always went all out when it came to Life Day, especially in the last few years. It was a source of happiness in a time where things often looked bleak, and spending time with oneâs loved ones while sharing gifts and a meal certainly helped stave off some of the mounting dread about the Empireâs growing reach and inevitable dominion.
And this year, you had certainly gone all out. Anything you could put on the walls to make the inside of your home brighter, you did. By the time the Bad Batch were knocking on your door, you had put up so many sparkly decorations that you wondered if you would be blinding them as they arrived.
But of course, it was all worth it to see the reaction you got from Omega as she stepped inside. âWow! This is amazing!â
She raced over to you, and you gave her a hug. âI know, right? And this isnât even the best part!â
Her eyes got wider, something you didnât even think was possible. âReally?â
You nodded, telling her to wait right there while you got something from another room. Gift usually came around after the meal was finished, but sometimes traditions were made to be broken.
The rest of the Batch had just finished settling down in your living room as you stepped back into the room, arms laden with bags and wrapped gifts. âI have something for all of you.â
Echoâs eyes grew wide. âWhat?â
âPart of Life Day is giving presents,â you said brightly. âAnd I wanted to make sure you guys got the whole experience.â
âBut we didnât get you anything,â said Omega, and you could see worry start to form in her eyes.
âI donât mind,â you said. âBut Iâve always liked giving gifts better anyway.â
You could see most of that worry evaporate from her face, and you handed out the bags and boxes to each of the recipients. You watched with a smile on your face as everyone opened their gifts, and you were overjoyed knowing that everyone liked them. Omega gave you a big hug as she opened the small fishing rod, because she had been begging you to teach her to fish for some time, and she couldnât stop hugging the small plush creature you had wrapped alongside it.
You watched Crosshair out of the corner of your eye, wanting to see his reaction when he opened the blanket, and your nerves were soothed as you watched him smile when he took the blanket out of the bag. He didnât put it down, and you really hoped that meant you had picked the right gift for him.
Hunter, Tech, and Echo refused to let you finish cooking the meal (which you werenât really complaining about), and Wrecker was playing with Omega somewhere outside, which meant that you and Crosshair were by yourselves in your living room. As you sat next to him on the couch, you wondered if you were going to be the one to speak first, and what you would even say.
But surprisingly, he was the one who broke the silence. âThank you, for all the gifts.â
âYou all deserve to have a nice Life Day,â you said. âAnd I hope I succeeded in making that happen.â
âYou certainly did,â he said softly. âI donât think I can ever repay you for the kindness youâve shown me since I arrived.â
âI donât need to be repaid,â you responded. âYou will always deserve kindness Crosshair, no matter what you think about yourself.â Your words were a little more personal than usual, but you had talked to Hunter enough about his past, and seen him out in the middle of the night too many times to not realize what was going through his head sometimes.
If he was surprised about what you said, he hid it well. âThank you,â he said, and you knew that this tiny gesture was coming from a place of sincerity. He fluffed the blanket out so that it covered both of you, and you couldnât help but smile at the way he couldn't stop running his fingers across the soft material.
You didnât need a confession of love or some kind of grand gesture from him, especially not when he was still working on healing his own troubles and adjusting to his new life. The smile on his face and the clear happiness he was feeling was worth so much more to you anyway.
Maybe things would change between you in the near future, but at this moment in time, you couldnât help but believe that you were exactly where youâre supposed to be.Â
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It's Officially Christmas
Merry Christmas @toomanybandstocare!!!! I'm your secret santa for @ghostofskywalker's Life Day Exchange for the @cloneficgiftexchange! Ironically, it also works out for the @clonexreaderbingo because Cody was on my card as well as one you requested :D I really hope you like it. It wasn't quite how I wanted it, because I love love love expanding stories so they go one forever but I ran out of time. This is just a bit of fluff and happiness for the Christmas season!!! Hope you're having a good one!
Cody sighed with an exhale, rubbing circles on his forehead, just tracing the scar around his eye he had gotten during his active military duty. Highly decorated, Colonel âCommanderâ Cody of the Armed Forces was currently struggling to complete his college semester still holding onto his sanity intact. Christmas was close, which meant fun and freedom were just in sight.
And to be honest, he could use some. It had been quite some time since heâd felt either of those things.Â
Just the previous year, heâd been discharged early from the military due to family hardships. His adoptive father, Ninety-Nine, had fallen seriously ill which resulted in much limited mobility and flagging health, though he was stubbornly holding on. Ninety-Nine was tough in his own way and not easily knocked down and never let his disabilities limit him. He honestly was one of Codyâs biggest heroes for just that fact alone. No one was more inspiring than Ninety-Nine.Â
To top off the struggle, his half-brother, Fives, was killed in action, while his other half-brother, Echo, was seriously wounded. This had dampened (but not destroyed) Ninety-nineâs spirits which slowed his healing. Cody had come back to take care of the family broken by loss.
The family.Â
And what a family it was: a mix-matched group of boys and a sickly older man but they belonged together.Â
Ninety-nine had taken care of all the Fett boys in some way or another after theyâd been abandoned by their father Jango. Heâd been the one to find Plo Koon who fostered and eventually adopted Wolffe, Sinker and Boostâbut heâd raised under his own roof a rowdy bunch which included himself, Rex, Fives, Echo, and the Quadruplets (Cody didnât know if technically Se or Fett was more accurate for them) soon nicknamed âthe bad batchâ.
And it was these that Cody called family. Home. It wouldnât be complete totally again, but they could heal â and heâd do whatever he could, nay, he wouldnât rest, until they did.
More than anything Cody wanted to take care of Ninety-nine, especially in the beginning. And that he did, but because Cody was an overachieverâheâd signed up for college classes as well. Then he added a job on the side to match; a small part of him regretted it. It was getting to be a lot, but joining the military right out of high school wasnât easy either, so if he could make it then, he could do this now, he reasoned.Â
That was a year ago now, and Ninety-Nine was finally on the mend.Â
This year would be special, since everyoneâwell almost everyoneâwas going to be home. The first year since theyâd all left, that theyâd be back.Â
Theyâd be back. Home, and together again.
Like they should be.
Echo was finally released from the hospital, healing from his extensive injuries and adjusting to his prothstetics, and the quadrupletsâ tour was finally over. Though none of them were injured, it wasnât without repercussions either.  Â
âHurry up, Cody, or weâll be late!â a shout broke him from his musings. âAnd donât forget the basket!â
The Fetts were on their way to a danceâa Christmas danceâhosted by their longtime family friends the Jettiâs, and there was going to be an auction for charity, sleigh rides, and everything, as they did every year. Ninety-Nine insisted on bringing something to join the auction every year and this was no exception. Even when they couldnât make it to the dances, Ninety-Nine was giving something. Â
Cody wasnât much of a dancer. He never cared to go to them much. But for some reason he was really looking forward to it this year. Perhaps because it was Christmas, and magic had a way of creeping into peopleâs ordinary lives, transforming into something beautiful and new.Â
And it was this Christmas hope that kindled something warm inside his heart, and excitement.Â
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The room was alive with flashes of color and the sound of music, laughing and cheering. The pitter pattering of feet was just as loud as the happiness of those in the room excitedly making known to each other through various conversations and well wishes. Quick steps made their own rhythm and stories which echoed off the dance floor.Â
It was at this moment you felt beautiful, standing under the Christmas lights and bathing in the general glee and spirit of the room. Your throat squeezed as if holding in a laugh and a smile pulled at your lips so much your mouth hurt, but in a good way. The Christmas magic worked its way through your veins. The tingling of invincible tinsel tickled your fingertips, an energy flowing through you which was contagious. Smiles you sent to others were easily returned and frowns turned upside down.Â
It was at this particular moment, the Fett family walked in.Â
The name wouldnât have meant much to you in normal circumstances. Why would that name stick out among so many others who were there?Â
But you had a reason for knowing it, and his name was Cody.Â
You saw him leading his train of brothers in through the door, guiding the old man by the arm. He flashed his charming smile to the host and exchanged hands.Â
The music started up again and your sister grabbed your hand, dragging you into the ring or people forming a group dance with interchanging partners. You had to focus, otherwise youâd lose your step.Â
It was only two seconds, but in those two, the entire Fett family was dispersed throughout the room and you lost all track of where Cody had gone.Â
â â âÂ
Moving lithley, you kept up with the music and the people twirling and leaping around you. The dance went in a circular motion and patterns were interchanged. You clapped and danced and laughed along with everyone else, pushing yourself to go faster and faster as the song was ending.
Twirling and twirling you finished with a bang.
You looked up and saw you were in Codyâs arms, who looked just as shocked as you did to see you there.Â
Then he froze there, mouth slightly agape. His eyes danced across your face and his slight panting may have been more than just catching his breath from the dance. He swallowed nervously.
âUm, hello.â He stuttered nervously.
âHello yourself,â you smiled back reassuringly, ânice to run into you.â
Cody chuckled a little at that, then a silence fell between the two of you.Â
âSorry, I didnât mean to stare! Itâs just...you look so beautiful underneath the holiday lights.âÂ
You chuckled at his embarrassed realization. Cody turned pink and looked like he wanted to cave in on himself, which you had to say was really adorable and made you laugh harder. The thought of the brave warrior being startled into a stuttering school boy because of you.
The sound of your laughter filled the air with a contagious glint of mirth. Soon, Cody found himself laughing too.Â
The music started up again and people took their places all around the two of you.Â
âWould you, um, care to go again?â he asked, holding out his hand.Â
âGladly!âÂ
Not just one song but two that soon turned into three. When you were tired, you headed off to the corner to drink hot cocoa and watch the others. You were so caught up in talking to each other that you hadnât realized that the time ran late into the night. It was near midnight when you sighed and looked at your watch.Â
âWell, Iâll see you around.â You finally said a little sadly. Just because Christmas was around the corner didnât mean all the work was done. You had one more paper to write before you were free.Â
âI hope so!â He responded genuinely which just made you laugh again.
âOh you definitely will. I sit two rows behind you and three seats to your left in class.âÂ
Cody gawked.Â
You couldnât have?! Heâd surely have noticed you?!
âI even asked you for notes once. And, you also asked me for notes once too.â
His mind was racing, trying to think back to those times to verify the claims with his memory.Â
You chuckled lightly.Â
âI donât expect you to remember though. You were always very preoccupied, with good reason. Your cousin, Waxer, told me the whole story.â
Big mouth Waxer. Could have counted on him to blab the whole story to everyone (though in this case Cody was grateful he did, not that he would admit that.)
âI have to say, I would have done anything for you. You had to just give me a chance.âÂ
âOh, you donât have to be so drastic, darling,â he smirked, âIâm here now, and Iâm all yours. After class tomorrow, would you want to go skating?â
"It's a date!"
Now, it was officially Christmas.
#LDE23#clone fic gift exchange#clone and reader bingo#commander cody#Modern AU#cody x reader#think Kingdom Dance from Tangled only it's Christmas and Star Wars#name inspired by Dan and Shay's song--really don't have much to do with the story :D#meet cute
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Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice
Echo/Fem!Reader
Word Count: 5.3k, this was not supposed to happen
Warnings: none that I can think of?
When Echo is invited to your Life Day celebration, he's elated. That is, until he learns about gift-giving aspect of Life Day. But it's okay, he's a trained soldier with six men who will always have his back. Together, surely they can figure out the perfect gift to give you. Right?
So, I decided to participate in another @cloneficgiftexchange, Life Day edition, and this time, I was lucky enough to be able to write a fic for @ghostofskywalker herself. I was very excited to write this one, and the prompt "tell me I'm crazy" - "you're crazy" coupled with "agonizing over whether or not the gift character a got character b was something they'd like" seemed like they'd be so much fun to write.
ghostofskywalker, I love your fics literally so much, so I'm very excited and nervous to give this one to you! I hope you love it, happy holidays!!!
Echo liked his routine. He liked knowing exactly what he was going to do, when he was going to do it, and in what order it was going to be done. For example, once the transport touches down on Coruscant, Fives is going to throw his arm around Echo and shout something about âhitting every single club on Coruscant,â which really only meant 79s. Echo will laugh, shove his brotherâs arm off his shoulder, and tell him that it didnât matter how many clubs he went to, no one would want to dance with any one with a face as ugly as Fivesâ. Theyâll go back and forth, with a few more brothers piping in every here and there, but once those doors open, Echoâs gone. His legs take him, almost as if they have a mind of their own, straight to a little shop on a level slightly lower than planetside. Without even really thinking about it, his legs take him straight to you.Â
Echo will walk into the shop, a little bell announcing his presence from above the door, and be hit with the smell of freshly baked pastries, cakes, and cookies. Although glass display cases attempt to draw his attention with colorful examples of the sugar-filled desserts the shop offers, Echo will glue his eyes to the person behind the counter. When you look up, your lips will break out into a blinding grin and his will have no choice but to follow. And for the first time since being shipped off the battlefield, Echo will feel peace.Â
Which is why it was twice as jarring for Echo when not only were you not at your post by the register, but there were green plants, candles, streamers, and hanging lights covering almost every surface with a cinnamon spice scent dancing in the air.Â
âEcho!â A voice to his right called, and as he turned, he finally saw you. On a ladder. Hanging another one of those circular lights. You quickly finished mounting the decoration and then scrambled off the ladder, faster than Echo thought safe, before throwing yourself at him in an embrace.Â
That was new.Â
Echo felt his face heat up as he lightly returned the hug, but he wasnât able to fully pull his thoughts away from the drastic change in interior decor. âWhat happened in here?âÂ
You stepped back and smirked, âWell, itâs great to see you too, Echo.âÂ
âItâs everywhere.â He murmured. âDid you get pranked?â
âNo!â You laughed. âItâs Life Day!âÂ
Your voice held a lightness that made Echoâs gaze snap back to you, like a magnet. He noticed the joy that shone in your eyes and almost radiated from you. Stars, you were beautiful.
âLife Day?â Echo questioned, âDoes Coruscant have an extra day in its standard week?âÂ
Your eyes widened, âYou donât know what Life Day is? Itâs my favorite holiday!âÂ
Echo shook his head, âWe donât exactly celebrate a lot of holidays on Kamino. I think any sense of joy would make the long necks roll over and die.âÂ
âLife Day is a Wookie tradition, although by now most of the galaxy has adopted it, itâs a huge celebration of family, joy, and harmony.â Echo listened to your explanation and heard the compassion in your voice. Compassion, not pity. Never pity. You never pitied his loss of childhood and normal life experience. It was one of the things on the, admittedly very long, list of things he loved about you. âMost people spend it with the people they love. Theyâll make food, spend time together, give gifts, and some cultures even have little mythological figures to go along with it. Thereâs this one planet who believes that a fat man breaks into their house every Life Day toââÂ
âThere you are, vod!â The little bell on the door rang out followed very closely by Fivesâ irritating, grating voice, âI was starting to think you deserted, almost called the General to get a manhunt going.âÂ
Echo turned, opening his mouth to respond, but Fives caught sight of you and his face lit up. His eyes bounced back and forth mischievously between you and Echo, âOh⌠so this is where you disappear to whenever weâre on Coruscant.â
âFivesâŚâ Echo warned, but it was useless.Â
âI never thought Iâd see the day when a woman tolerated my brotherâs company.â Fives pushed Echo aside, smoothly catching your hand and placing a kiss on it. âItâs a pleasure to meet you, miss, the nameâs Fives. Iâm sure youâve heard all about me.â
Echo knocked Fivesâ hand out of yours and glared at him. Fives just raised his arms in surrender. âWhat? Iâm the light of your life, what else would you have to talk about?âÂ
Before Echo could hit him, you laughed, âOh, I have heard about you, Fives. Itâs nice to meet the man who loves my snickerdoodles so much. That actually reminds me.âÂ
You ran into the back of the bakery, returning with a paper bag that seemed stuffed to the brim. âI added some extra pastries that I think youâd enjoy, Echo. And tell Hardcase that I ran out of poppy seeds, so heâll just have to settle for lemon muffins.âÂ
Fivesâ jaw dropped. âThis is where you get these from? Vod, youâd better keep her!âÂ
âSheâs not a massiff, stop talking about her like she is!â Echo snapped, but Fives turned to you and started gushing.Â
âNever in my life have I eaten anything as good as the things you make. Your hands must be blessed by whatever it is thatâs out there in the galaxy. If this one ever gives you any trouble, you let me know, or any of our brothers in the 501st, and weâll knock some sense into him.âÂ
âTime to go!â Echo interjected, grabbing Fivesâ by the shoulder and shoving him towards the door. âSo many baked goods to hand out, so many clubs for you to hit, remember Fives?â Fives continued blabbering and Echo continued talking over him, but you were laughing too hard to understand anything either of them were saying anymore.Â
âEcho,â you called out, right before he was about to step out of the door, âyou can totally say no, if you want, but would you want to spend Life Day with me?âÂ
Echo wasnât sure if the sudden silence that fell was real or just his imagination, but it felt as if time had stopped. He glanced back at you, and seeing you standing there, surrounded by your silly and over-the-top decorations, he knew there was no place heâd rather be. âIâd really like that.â He nodded.Â
Then he stepped away from the door and let it close. He sighed, disappointed that his time with you had been cut so short, then turned and came face to face with his brother, who was wiggling his eyebrows at him.Â
This time Echo really did hit him.Â
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âSoâŚâ Fives spoke around his mouthful of snickerdoodle, breaking the collective silence in the 501st barracks as everyone ate their pastries, âthe baker?â
Echo sighed. It was his fault really for assuming that Fives could mind his business and drop it. âWhat about her?âÂ
âSheâs cute.â Fives shrugged.Â
âYou met her?â Jesse blurted from his bunk across the room. If everyone wasnât listening then, they sure were now.Â
âYeah, I followed Echo after we landed and caught him with her. Someoneâs,â Fives gave Echo a pointed look, âbeen hiding her from us. Canât imagine why.âÂ
âMaybe itâs because I value her sanity.â Echo mumbled into his fudge.Â
âWhat was that?âÂ
âNothing.âÂ
Fives nudged his brother. âLook, if you want alone time with your girlfriend, just say that.âÂ
âGirlfriend?!â Hardcase yelled, accusingly looking at Echo.Â
âSheâs not my girlfriend.â Echo defended, before any more of his brothers got any ideas.Â
âBut you want her to be.â Fives countered.Â
âWell, yeâno!â The truth had slipped out of his mouth before he could stop, and now that it was out, there was no turning back. Gasps erupted throughout the room. Jesse had to sit down, Tup dropped his piece of pie, even Dogma looked over with interest.Â
Fives cheered triumphantly. âWhatâs stopping you then? Go get her!âÂ
âSheâs not into me.â Echo slumped in defeat. âSheâs brilliant and talented and beautiful. And she deserves so much more than a guy whoâs not sure if heâll make it back every day.âÂ
A thicker silence fell over the room. Every man in it knew about their reality. They were bred, born, and raised to fight in a war that was not theirs, for a galaxy that was not theirs, for people who were not theirs. Many clones turned to sunny, loud personalities to hide the pain and loss they felt after every battle. There was this unspoken rule that each clone had to live out his life to the absolute fullest while he could, because he didnât know when it might end. Now that Echo had verbalized it, the entire barracks was reminded of the injustice of their own existence.Â
âVod,â Fives broke the silence again, this time with a seriousness in his eyes that looked foreign on his face, âwe donât get many chances to connect with someone like you have. Most guys would desert if it meant getting your opportunity. You canât let her get away. At least let us know if any of us have a chance with her, if you donât want it.âÂ
His joke released the tension in the room, each brother chimed in with their own eagerness to date Echoâs baker.Â
âEven if I wanted to, sheâs not into me.â Echo repeated. Groans erupted from all over the room, Jesse even threw a pillow at his brother. âWhat? Iâm telling the truth!âÂ
Fivesâ voice rose above the noise, âEcho, diâkut, that is the stupidest thing youâve ever said. Sheâs so into you, it kind of hurt to be in the same room as you both.âÂ
Echo rolled his eyes, but Fives kept going. âLook, tell me Iâm crazy, butââ
âYouâre crazy.âÂ
âShe gives you free food, every time you go to meet herââ
âSheâs a generous person.âÂ
âShe had her eyes glued on you the whole timeââÂ
âWell, maybe you were scaring her.Â
âShe invited you to spend Life Day with herââ
âShe what?!â Kix was the one who interrupted this time. âYouâre going right?âÂ
âWell, of course, I told her I would. Why would I accept if I wasnât going to go?â Echo sputtered. âShould I not have? Is that a bad idea? Should I tell her Iâm not coming?âÂ
âNo!â The entire room shouted.Â
âYou have to.â Kix got up and started pacing. âThis is perfect, confessing on holidays is so much more romantic than confessing on your random Zhellday. Just give her something for Life Day, declare your love, and bam! Mission accomplished!âÂ
âThatâs ridiculous.â Echo groaned, âEven if I wanted to, I donât know the first thing about telling a girl youâre in love with her.âÂ
âWell, youâre lucky that you have six brothers right here that will do all the work for you!â Jesse gestured to the occupants of the room, all of whom had their own versions of their scheming faces on.Â
Echo glanced at Fives, hoping that he would say something to put an end to this madness for once, but when Fives looked back at him, Echo could see the mischievous glimmer in his eyes.Â
âVod, weâre going to get you your cyare.âÂ
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It was Echoâs own fault. He really shouldâve done something, anything this morning instead of blindly following his brothers across the Coruscant shopping district. Anything would be better than standing, in front of this very judgemental old man, in a jewelry shop meant for anyone but him.Â
âIâm sure this piece is out of your budget, young man.â The shopkeeper barely glanced at the necklace Echo was asking about. âPerhaps youâd be better looking elsewhere?âÂ
âAw, come on, how much is it?â Fives argued, âIt canât be that bad.âÂ
Echo had not been aware that jewelry was even sold at a price as high as the one that came out of the old manâs mouth, much less jewelry that was sold at a shop on one of the lower, dingier levels of Coruscant.Â
âThat place is a scam.â Fives quipped, the moment the old man had shut the door in their faces. âLetâs try somewhere else.âÂ
Echo glanced around. âI get the feeling that weâll run into similar problems everywhere. The GAR doesnât exactly pay well, where would we even find jewelry that any of us could afford?âÂ
âNonsense. The way to a womanâs heart is through expensive things.â Fives was already looking for a new place to try. âEspecially shiny, expensive things. Necklaces, rings, bracelets, girls go crazy for that stuff.âÂ
âI donât knowâŚâ Echo trailed off as he thought about you. You were kind, funny, loving, and selfless. He didnât take you as the type to get carried away with shine and credits.Â
âEcho might be right.â Jesse piped in, âThereâs only so much we can do in the expensive-jewelry department. But that doesnât mean weâre completely down for the count. Weâll think of something else.âÂ
Fives slumped his shoulders, but didnât say anything in his defense. All six of the men began looking around, wondering which one would give the next idea.Â
âWhat aboutâŚâ Tup shyly started, âflowers? Girls like flowers, right?âÂ
âYeah!â Hardcase nodded, âThat way Echo can still buy something for his baker and not have to spend too much money.âÂ
âWhatâs her favorite flower?â Kix asked, pulling the attention in the conversation back to Echo.Â
Echo felt his face warm. How was it that in all the hours he spent in your company, all the attention he gave to every detail about you, he didnât know what your favorite flower was? His brothers looked at him with expectant faces. Would they make fun of him if he told them that he didnât know? Fives would have asked a girl immediately what her favorite flower was.Â
âIâll know it when I see it.â Maybe Echo didnât lie. Maybe you had a vase that held a certain type of flower all the time in your shop and Echo had never fully noticed it. Maybe you mentioned it in passing a few times. Maybe Echo would see a flower that he would be dying to put behind your ear.Â
As it turned out, Echo underestimated how many flowers there were in the world. And some of them looked so similar, he couldnât even begin to guess which one youâd be partial to. This whole gift-giving thing was a lot harder than he thought.Â
âWhat about this one?â Jesse emerged from behind a wall of flora, holding a giant, yellow flower.Â
Echo winced. âI think that oneâs too obnoxious.âÂ
âI found one!â Kix shouted from across the flower shop. Looking up, Echo could just see a black-gloved hand holding a dainty, purple flower above the shelves.Â
That one was better, but it still didnât speak to Echo in any way that reminded him of you. âIâm not so sure.âÂ
Fives groaned and tossed the bouquet he was about to offer Echo over his shoulder. âYouâre impossible. Sheâs got to like something from here. Whereâs Tup? This was all his idea.âÂ
âHeâs flirting with the cashier.â Dogma pointed towards the entrance. To his credit, Tup didnât burst into a noticeable blush, but his shoulders tightened in a subtle motion that told his brothers that Tup heard them call him out. Nonetheless, the flower shop cashier was giggling at whatever he had said.Â
âAt least someone here is striking gold.â Hardcase grumbled. âNow if only Echo could take a page out of Tupâs book. Tupâs book of all people!âÂ
Echo knew his brotherâs frustration wasnât entirely on him. They would die before they admitted it, but none of them really knew anything about women, and this experience was showcasing that for all of them. His brothers huddled together, brainstorming the next plan while Echo ran his eyes over the shelves once again.Â
It felt like the millionth time he looked at this wall of flowers, but this time, one flower stuck out to him. It was elegant, but simple. Echo knew the petals would bring out your eyes in the best way.Â
âThat one.â Echo pointed to it. His brothers stopped bickering almost immediately.Â
Fives hopped into motion first, âPerfect! Letâs go.â He marched Echo, who now held the bouquet in his hands, straight to the cashier. âMove over, Tup, you can flirt later.âÂ
This time a blush did erupt on Tupâs face. He turned away to hide it, but the cashier just laughed lightly before turning to Echo and Fives, a more professional mask slipping over her features. âI take it youâre Echo?âÂ
âYes, maâam.â Echo nodded, âJust this one please.âÂ
The cashier nodded and began to ring up the bouquet. âI couldnât help but overhear some of your situation, and Tup filled in a little bit. I just wanted to let you know that these flowers are commonly allergenic. Most people are pretty mildly allergic, but itâs not uncommon for a person to have a pretty severe allergy to them.âÂ
Echo froze. âI canât give that to her then! What if I put her in the hospital?!âÂ
âHospitals are not romantic.â Hardcase agreed, wisely.Â
âIâll try something else.â Echo sighed, âThank you for all your help.âÂ
The cashier sympathetically nodded at him, and began to open her mouth to offer more help, but Echo was already being ushered out the doors of the shop by his brothers.Â
âItâs alright. Shake it off.â Fives assured, âThe guys and I have already talked, and weâve got a plan thatâs a sure winner this time.âÂ
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âI canât do this.â Echo threw up his hands.Â
Dogma glanced up from his own project. âSure you can. Thereâs nothing that screams âLife Dayâ more than a pair of mittens, and nothing says âIâll be here to protect and provide for youâ more than the honorable discipline of knitting. Ow-âÂ
Throwing the ball of yarn at Dogma probably wouldnât help him learn to knit, but it did make Echo feel sort of better.Â
The plan that his brothers cooked up after the flower shop had not worked. And neither had the next. Or this one, apparently.Â
In Hardcaseâs defense, Echo hadnât even attempted to put together a 60-piece marching band to parade down the bakeryâs street for Life Day. But he had attempted to learn to play the guitar because, according to Jesse, every woman dreams of the day a man plays a guitar and sings for them as they awkwardly avoid eye contact and shuffle in their seats for lack of better things to do. While he was sure the love songs he had tried to learn were beautiful, Echo found out that he didnât have the musical ability to portray them in any flattering manner.Â
He was getting so desperate for a good plan, heâd even asked Rex one day, âCaptain, if you were a beautiful baker, who was completely out of my league, what would you want for Life Day?âÂ
âFor you to leave me alone, probably.â Was the only response he got.Â
It had been weeks since he last met with her, weeks since she invited him to spend Life Day with her and started this whole mess. He knew that he couldnât look her in the eyes until he had the perfect Life Day gift for her, but now that was Life Day Eve, Echo was getting hopeless.
Dogma glared at his brother. âYouâre going to make me roll that ball back up, arenât you?.âÂ
âYup.â Echo met his glare.Â
âOkay! New plan!â Kix jumped in. The entire room groaned in protest. âShut it, all of you. Iâve listened to all of your awful ideas, I apologize to the woman you fool with them by the way, but Iâve got something you all donât: a working brain.â More yarn balls got tossed in Kixâs direction along with insults that drowned out Dogmaâs protests.Â
âEcho,â Kix ignored them, âthis girl seems like sheâs really special. And really special girls arenât going to be swayed by things. Sheâs probably already into you and just needs to know that youâre in love with her. All you need to do is tell her, and the best way to do that is with love letters. Theyâre simple, heartfelt, and genuine. Three things that women love.â The men in the room had quieted over Kixâs speech, and all seemed to be absentmindedly nodding as they thought this new plan over.Â
âYouâre right.â Echo stood up. âThis is ridiculous. I just need to get it off my chest and tell her how I feel. A love letter is the perfect way to gift that.��� Cheers erupted from the room this time.Â
Iâm proud of him. Fives thought as Echo sat down and began writing. This was really important to him, but he could probably give her a rock off the ground and sheâd kiss him.
Good for him. Jesse thought as Echo threw away his first draft of his love letter. Heâs really thinking about what heâs going to say. Heâs making sure it comes out just right.
Heâs dedicated, Iâll give him that. Dogma thought as he laid down to go to sleep, Echo still writing. Itâs not his fault that he canât understand the value of knitting, but I guess this is the next best thing.
That must be some letter. Tup thought when he rolled over a few hours later, Echoâs pile of discarded letters getting taller and taller. I hope she likes it.
What time even is it? Hardcase thought when he woke up in the very early hours of the morning, Has he been writing this whole time?
Iâve created a monster. Kix realized when he got up the next morning, seeing no trace of Echo, but a huge pile of crumpled up pieces of flimsi next to the desk that he had sat at all night long. Maker help that Baker.Â
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âHappy Life Day, Echo!â You greeted the clone standing outside your door. He returned your grin with a smaller one. You noticed that he looked slightly disheveled and he seemed to be breathing a bit heavier than normal. Instead of pointing it out, you decided to politely ask, âHow has your morning been?âÂ
âAwful.â Echo blurted before hastily correcting himself, â-ly great. Iâve had an awfully great morning. How about you?âÂ
âI guess my morning has been awfully great too.â You awkwardly shuffled aside, âWould you like to come in orâŚ?âÂ
âOh!â Echo quickly walked past you, and you noticed as he did so that he was carrying a large sack with him. It was made of dark green cloth and looked suspiciously like something you had seen other clones use to carry their gear. You found it odd, but decided not to mention it. Maybe clones had a regulation that stated they couldnât go anywhere without their gear, and if him being able to wear the very flattering civilian clothes that he currently had on meant he had to carry around a giant sack everywhere, who were you to complain about it?Â
âThank you so much for coming. I know I kind of sprung the invitation on you.â You gestured to your table, which you had set for two people with a candle in the middle. You blushed as you realized that you just presented him with a candle light breakfast, but continued on. âI made a sort of late breakfast for us, and then I have a full day of Life Day activities planned for us. I really wanted to make sure you have the full experience for your first Life Day.âÂ
Echo prided himself in being a very observant and aware man, but he had not heard a word you had said after looking at the table. âItâs only us today?âÂ
Your smile faltered, âYeah, I had planned the day for just the two of us, is that okay?â
âYes!â Echo coughed to clear the eagerness out of his tone. âYeah, thatâs fine.âÂ
Echo had never been to your apartment, and so when he first got the comm asking him to meet you there, he got even more nervous than he already was. But his nerves were calmed as he looked around the room during breakfast. Your unique fingerprints were everywhere. Just like the bakery, every inch of this house was decked out in Life Day decorations. Little replicas of a decorated Tree of Life were scattered over various shelves and counters, garlands were hung with Life Day orbs, candles and other decorations covering everything. You even had a larger Tree of Life replica set up in your living room, also decorated to the nines. The entire house screamed the passion and love that you put into all things you care about, and the knot in Echoâs stomach loosened more and more with every minute he spent with you.Â
Breakfast was amazing. You were a great baker, Echo already knew that, but you were excited to show him that you were an almost better cook. While the day had started off on a bit of a stumbling foot, conversation began to flow easily between the two of you as more time passed. It was nice to see Echo relaxed and smiling. You donât really know when it started, but these days, your life seemed to revolve around the little moments you were able to spend with Echo. He was sweet and gentle with you, but you knew that he was also brave and courageous. You adored every aspect of him. You hoped that one day, youâd be able to openly show the depths of that adoration. The rest of the day seemed to fly by. The two of you decorated cookies, built orgabread houses, played games, and before you know it, you were snuggled up on the couch, large mugs of wroshyr louse syrup cocoa in hand, watching the third Life Day holofilm of the night. At some point between the start of the second holofilm and now, Echo had managed to sneak his arm across your shoulders, allowing you to bury yourself into his side. His warmth seeped to you, and you were well on your way to falling asleep when he mumbled, âCyarâika?â Â
âHm?â You didnât know what the word meant, but you somehow knew he was referring to you. Lifting your head up, you met his gaze. How long had he been staring?
âWhen you first invited me over, I had no idea what Life Day was, but I did some research, and my brothers yelled at me, and now I think I have a pretty good idea of what it means. Youâre really special to me, and my brothers told me that you give special people gifts on Life Day. So I spent the past few weeks, losing my mind, trying to find the perfect gift to give you.â A blush started to creep up his face, but he didnât let that deter him, âI tried many things, and each one didnât work, so I tried something else.â He carefully untangled himself from you and left the room. Before you were able to fully wonder where he went, he returned with the sack. âI couldnât decide on one thing to get you. Each place I went to had something that reminded me of something that I like about you, but I like so much more than one thing about you and choosing which one to show you was impossible.â
He opened the sack and pulled out a necklace. It wasnât anything big or flashy, but the chain was decorated with little pearls, âThis isnât the original necklace I looked at, the GAR doesnât pay enough for that one,â Echo joked, âbut it represents my point a little better, I think. When I looked at this, I saw all the little kindnesses that you do. Not just for me, but my brothers, other customers at your bakery, sometimes even just strangers off the street. I see a world that is mean and cruel everyday, but when Iâm with you, Iâm reminded of all the beauty and good thatâs in it too.â A lump had formed in your throat, so the only thing that you could do was reach out and take the necklace.Â
When you looked back up at him, he was holding out a single, purple flower, slightly crumpled from being held in a sack all day long. âI searched a flower shop for hours to find this. I donât know what itâs called or where itâs from, but when I saw it, I knew exactly where it belonged.â He reached out and gently brushed your cheek as he settled the flower behind your ear. âRight there.âÂ
âEcho,â You smiled, starting to see where this was going, âthank you, IââÂ
âIâm not finished.â Echo reached into the sack and started pulling out item after item. âI bought you mittens, sorry theyâre not homemade, a music box, I didnât have time to put together a 60 piece band, I even brought Jesseâs guitar!â Your eyes widened as he pulled the instrument out of the sack, along with pages and pages of flimsi with music written on it. âI wanted to find the perfect way to tell you how much you meant to me, but all I did was drive myself crazy and waste so much time. Because none of these things can possibly show how much I look forward to every moment that I spend with you, and every smile of yours that I get to see, and how much I love everything about you. I love you.â
A beat of silence fell over the both of you as you both processed the weight of Echoâs words. âI have a Life Day gift for you too. But you have to close your eyes before I give it to you.â Echoâs shock displayed on his face for a moment, but he nodded and dutifully closed his eyes.Â
You took a deep breath. Echoâs leap of courage inspired you to take your own. You slowly leaned closer and closer into Echo, allowing yourself all the time you wanted to observe his features. His strong brow, sharp jawline, and full lips. You were most focused on those lips right now. Echo stiffened when you placed a hand on his shoulder for balance and when he began to feel your breath ghost over his lips. âI love you too.â You whispered, and then closed the gap.
Echo still had one gift that he hadnât given you, but something told him he wouldnât need that letter anymore.Â
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Echo loved his routine. He knew exactly what he was going to do, when he was going to do it, and what order it was going to be done. Once this transport touches down on Coruscant, Fives is going to throw his arm around Echo and shout something about âmaking sure that the pretty baker sets aside the good stuff for me.â Echo is going to laugh, shove his brotherâs arm off his shoulder, and tell him that it didnât matter what he brought back with him, anything from that bakery is âthe good stuff.â Theyâll go back and forth, with a few more brothers piping in here and there, but once those doors open, Echoâs gone. His legs take him straight to a little shop on a level slightly lower than planetside, straight to you, but now, heâs thinking about it a whole lot.Â
Echo will walk into the shop, a little bell announcing his presence from above the door, and be hit with his favorite smell in the world, but now, a pair of eyes is already looking back at him. The baker will leave her post behind the counter, as fast as she can, and throw herself into his arms. And for the first time since he left you, Echo will feel like heâs home.Â
#LDE23#echo x reader#echo x fem!reader#star wars#the clone wars#i honestly don't knpw how to feel about this one
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First Winter Date
This was written for the Life Day Fic exchange for Tumblr Cloneficexchange for dystopicjumpsuit. Rex and OFC have feelings for each other, Rex asks her out to the Christmas market, they haven't put a name to it but anything can happen. first posted on @loving-the-cambridges
The police station, with its incessant hum of activity, was a world unto itself â a place where stories unfolded every day, some of hope, others of despair. In this world, Rex moved with a quiet authority, his presence both commanding and reassuring. Among the bustling corridors and busy desks, there was a sense of family, a bond forged in the face of shared challenges. Cody, his brother, was a constant figure, his leadership as steady as it was inspiring. Ponds and Fox, his other siblings, added to the familial atmosphere, each with their own unique strengths. Fives and Echo, his cousins, were the younger, more spirited members of this tight-knit group.
In this hive of activity, (Y/N) was a beacon of calm. As a victim counselor, her role was to mend the unseen wounds, to offer solace in the midst of chaos. (Y/N)'s arrival at the station had brought a new dimension to their work, a reminder of the human element in their often mechanical routine.
Rex had been drawn to her from the start. It wasn't just her compassion that captivated him, but the way she seemed to truly listen, to understand the pain of others and guide them through it. He had seen her soothe frayed nerves with just a few words, seen her bring a semblance of peace to tormented souls. And each time, he found himself admiring her more, the professional respect gradually intertwining with a deeper, more personal affection.
But expressing those feelings was a battle in itself. Rex was a man of action, not words. His emotions were a private affair, often hidden behind a facade of stoicism. Yet, with (Y/N), he felt a desire to open up, to share parts of himself he had kept locked away.
The winter evening was a symphony of crystalline beauty, the snowflakes dancing in the air like a myriad of tiny stars. It was on such an evening that Rex found the courage to ask her out. The ice rink, with its festive lights and the promise of shared laughter, seemed like the perfect place.
"Hey, (Y/N)," Rex started, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness. "I was wondering if you'd like to go to the ice rink tonight? Thought it might be a fun way to unwind."
(Y/N) looked up, surprise flickering in her eyes, quickly replaced by a warm smile. "That sounds wonderful, Rex. I'd love to."
The ice rink, aglow with twinkling lights and festive cheer, was a stage set for an evening of clumsy grace and laughter. Rex, with the effortless glide of a seasoned skater, approached (Y/N), who was clinging to the rink's edge like a lifeline. Her determination to spend time with her crush had brought her here, but her skating skills were as untested as a ship's maiden voyage.
"Seems like you've found a new best friend in that railing," Rex quipped, skating up to her with a playful smirk.
(Y/N) rolled her eyes, her grip on the railing tightening just a tad. "Well, it's certainly more reliable than my skating skills," she shot back, her tone light but tinged with a hint of nervousness.
Rex chuckled, extending his hand towards her. "How about you ditch the railing for a while? I promise I'm a better partner than cold metal."
Hesitantly, (Y/N) took his hand, her heart skipping a beat. As they slowly moved away from her safety net, she wobbled unsteadily.
"Whoa there, are you trying to skate or are you practicing your penguin impression?" Rex teased, his grip on her hand reassuringly firm.
"Hey, I'll have you know penguins are very graceful creatures... on land," she retorted, trying to mask her anxiety with humor.
Rex laughed, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "Alright, let's focus on the basics. Just follow my lead and try not to mow down any innocent bystanders."
They began with simple glides, Rex patiently guiding her through the motions. Every time she faltered, he was there, his presence a constant source of support.
"You know, for someone who clings to railings, you're surprisingly adventurous," he noted, as she took a shaky glide forward.
(Y/N) grinned, feeling a surge of confidence. "I have a good teacher," she said, her voice softer, more sincere.
As they continued, Rex's teasing became a comforting rhythm, a playful undercurrent to their conversation. He joked about starting a skating school for the hopelessly uncoordinated, playfully suggesting she could be his first student. She laughed, the sound mingling with the crisp night air, her earlier apprehension melting away like snow in the sun.
They attempted a cautious turn, Rex's instructions interspersed with light-hearted comments. "Okay, now just pivot on your left foot... or just do a wild spin, that works too!"
(Y/N)'s attempt at a pivot ended in a whirl of arms and a near collision, but Rex's quick reflexes saved them both from a tumble. They ended up in a close embrace, her hands on his shoulders, his arms around her waist. For a moment, they just looked at each other, the laughter fading into a moment of silent connection.
"See, you're getting the hang of it. Soon you'll be out-skating me," Rex said, his voice warm, his smile genuine.
(Y/N) felt a rush of warmth, not from the exercise, but from the feeling of being this close to Rex, of being the focus of his playful yet caring attention. The evening was no longer about skating; it had transformed into a dance of words and laughter, a shared experience that spoke of budding feelings and the promise of more.
As they left the ice, their hands still joined, the night seemed to wrap around them, a blanket of stars and possibilities.
The transition from the ice rink to the bustling Christmas market felt seamless, a continuation of the evening's enchantment. Rex, still holding (Y/N)'s hand, felt an unspoken reluctance to let go, their fingers intertwined as they navigated through the vibrant maze of stalls and lights. The market was alive with the spirit of the season, each corner a new discovery, each sound a note in the festive symphony.
(Y/N)'s eyes sparkled under the canopy of Christmas lights, her gaze wandering from one stall to the next with childlike wonder. "Look at these ornaments, Rex! Have you ever seen anything so detailed?" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of awe and excitement.
Rex leaned in to look at the intricate glass baubles she was pointing at. "They're pretty amazing. You have a good eye for these things," he replied, his tone laced with genuine admiration.
As they moved on, (Y/N) couldn't help but shiver slightly, the cold finally catching up with her. Rex immediately noticed, his concern evident. "Getting chilly?" he asked, his hand instinctively rubbing her arm in a comforting gesture.
"Just a little," she admitted, a slight quiver in her voice.
Rex's eyes scanned the nearby stalls, landing on one that promised warmth in a cup. "How about a hot drink to warm you up? What would you like?" he asked, ready to fetch whatever she desired.
"Surprise me," (Y/N) said with a trusting smile, her eyes twinkling in anticipation.
Rex returned shortly, two steaming cups in his hands. He handed her a hot chocolate topped with marshmallows, the steam rising like a warm embrace. "Thought you might like this," he said, his eyes searching hers for approval.
(Y/N) took a sip, the warmth of the chocolate spreading through her. "It's perfect. How did you know?" she asked, her smile brightening the already illuminated night.
Rex shrugged modestly. "I just took a wild guess. Glad I got it right," he replied, his own cup of mulled wine warming his hands.
They continued their stroll, sipping their drinks and sharing laughs. Rex pointed to a ring toss game. "Bet you can't get three rings on those bottles," he challenged, his eyes gleaming with playful mischief.
(Y/N) accepted the challenge, her throws missing the mark but eliciting more laughter than disappointment. "Seems I'm as good at this as I am at skating," she joked, her laughter infectious.
Rex joined in, his attempts equally unsuccessful. "Looks like we're both in need of some practice," he conceded, his smile never fading.
Their journey through the market led them to a photo booth adorned with festive props. Rex, ever the instigator of fun, grabbed a Santa hat, placing it on his head with a grin. "Your turn, choose your festive disguise," he said, handing her a pair of reindeer antlers.
(Y/N) put on the antlers, striking a pose. "Ready for our close-up, Santa?" she teased, her eyes shining with mirth.
The photos they took were a series of silly poses and laughter-filled moments, each click capturing the joy and ease of their burgeoning relationship.
As they neared a group of carolers, their voices harmonizing in a timeless Christmas tune, (Y/N) felt a pull towards Rex, a desire to be closer. She leaned against him, her head resting gently on his shoulder. "I love this song," she whispered, her breath visible in the cold air.
Rex's arm found its way around her, pulling her closer. "Me too," he replied, his voice soft, his heart full.
The journey from the vibrant life of the Christmas market to the quiet streets leading to (Y/N)'s place was a mix of comfortable silence and soft conversation. The car ride, with Rex at the wheel, felt like a gentle deceleration from the evening's excitement, a gradual return to reality, yet tinged with a reluctance for the night to end.
(Y/N) sat beside him, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. The evening had unfolded like a chapter from a fairy tale, each moment with Rex adding another layer to her growing feelings. She glanced at him, his profile illuminated by the passing streetlights, a sense of warmth enveloping her.
As they pulled up to her apartment, the car's engine coming to a quiet stop, a sudden nervousness gripped her. She didnât want the night to end, not yet. "Thanks for tonight, Rex. I had a really great time," she said, her voice laced with sincerity.
"Me too, (Y/N). It was... it was really special," Rex replied, his tone reflecting a depth of emotion that resonated with her own feelings.
There was a pause, a moment suspended in time, as (Y/N) gathered her courage. "Would you like to come in? Maybe watch a Christmas movie or something?" she asked, her heart racing with the boldness of her invitation.
Rex turned to look at her, surprise and happiness mingling in his eyes. "I'd like that," he said, a smile spreading across his face.
Inside her apartment, (Y/N) felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. She busied herself with small tasks, turning on the lights, taking off her coat, anything to calm the fluttering in her stomach. Rex followed her in, his presence filling the space with a comforting warmth.
"So, any favorite Christmas movies?" Rex asked, his voice casual but his eyes holding a hint of anticipation.
(Y/N) thought for a moment, wanting to pick something that would set the right tone. "How about 'It's a Wonderful Life'? It's a classic," she suggested, hoping her choice would prolong the warmth and closeness of the evening.
"Perfect choice," Rex agreed, settling onto the couch.
In the cozy confines of (Y/N)'s living room, with the final scenes of "It's a Wonderful Life" painting flickers of light and shadow, Rex and (Y/N) found themselves in a world of their own creation. Their confessions of feelings had woven a new tapestry of emotions, coloring the room with an unspoken promise of something profound and beautiful.
(Y/N) felt a whirlwind of emotions as she leaned into Rex, his arm around her, a gesture of comfort and connection. His heartbeat, steady and reassuring under her ear, was a melody that harmonized perfectly with the rapid beats of her own heart. The air between them was charged with a new energy, an anticipation of what was to come.
Rex, overcome with a sense of rightness and completion, looked down at (Y/N), her eyes lifting to meet his. In her gaze, he found reflections of his own feelings â a mixture of wonder, happiness, and a profound connection that went beyond words. The room, with its soft lighting and the quiet hum of the ending movie, seemed to fade into insignificance, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a moment that felt as timeless as it was fleeting.
As the closing credits rolled, the music a soft undertone to their shared silence, Rex gently tilted (Y/N)'s chin up towards him. Their eyes locked, conveying depths of emotion that words could never fully capture. The distance between them lessened, the magnetic pull of their mutual affection drawing them closer.
(Y/N)'s heart raced as she realized what was about to happen. Her nervousness was a fluttering bird in her chest, but it was overshadowed by a profound desire, a yearning that had been building throughout the night. She could feel Rex's breath, a warm whisper against her skin, the closeness sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine.
And then, in a moment that seemed both an eternity and an instant, their lips met. It was a gentle collision, a soft convergence of emotions and desires. The kiss was tentative at first, a careful exploration, but it quickly deepened, fueled by the pent-up feelings and the undeniable connection that had brought them to this point.
The world outside, with its cold winter night and silent stars, seemed a universe away. In that kiss, they found a warmth and a rightness that spoke of shared futures and whispered promises. It was a first kiss, but it carried the weight and depth of something much more, a symbol of a bond that had been forged in shared laughter, stolen glances, and unspoken affections.
As they finally pulled away, a breathless moment later, their eyes opened to a world that seemed brighter, more vivid.
In the aftermath of their first kiss, a silence filled the room, profound and comfortable, wrapping Rex and (Y/N) in a cocoon of newfound intimacy. The flickering lights from the TV cast a soft glow on their faces, revealing shared smiles and eyes bright with emotion.
Rex, his heart still pounding from the kiss, felt a clarity he had never experienced before. Looking into (Y/N)'s eyes, he found the courage to give voice to the feelings that the kiss had only begun to express. â(Y/N),â he started, his voice low and filled with emotion, âI need to tell you... Iâve fallen for you. Itâs been building for a while, but tonight, everything became so clear.â
(Y/N)âs eyes widened slightly, a soft blush coloring her cheeks. Her own emotions, a tangled mix of joy and affection, bubbled to the surface. âRex, I feel the same way,â she confessed, her voice a whisper of shared sentiment. âI didnât realize it until tonight, but what I feel for you... itâs more than I ever expected.â
Their confessions hung in the air, simple yet profound, bridging any distance that had once existed between them. In that moment, they understood that what they had was special, a connection that went beyond mere attraction or companionship.
With a newfound boldness, (Y/N) leaned in for another kiss. This one was different from the first â it was a confirmation, a seal on the feelings they had just confessed. Their lips met with a gentle urgency, conveying years of unspoken emotions and desires. It was a kiss that spoke of beginnings, of a journey they were now embarking on together.
Eventually, they pulled apart, their smiles reflections of their inner happiness. (Y/N) suggested, âHow about we watch another movie?â Her tone was light, but her eyes held a deeper invitation, a desire to prolong the magic of the evening.
Rex nodded, his heart still soaring from their exchange. âThat sounds perfect.â
They settled onto the couch, (Y/N) fetching a cozy blanket which she draped over them. As she snuggled into Rex's side, the warmth of their closeness enveloped them, a physical manifestation of the emotional warmth they were both feeling.
As the opening credits of the new movie rolled, they found themselves less focused on the screen and more on the comfort of being in each other's arms. The movie played on, but their attention was on the soft sound of their breathing, the gentle rhythm of their heartbeats, and the warmth of their entwined hands under the blanket.
In the dimly lit room, with the soft murmur of the movie playing in the background, Rex and (Y/N) lay under the cozy blanket, a sense of complete contentment enveloping them. The outside world, with all its noise and haste, seemed a distant memory, irrelevant to the sanctuary they had created here, in (Y/N)'s living room.
Their confessions of affection still echoed in the space around them, a tender yet powerful admission that had changed the very air they breathed. Now, under the blanket, they found themselves in a world of their own making, a world where every glance, every touch, spoke of the deep connection they shared.
(Y/N) looked up at Rex, her eyes shining with unspoken emotions. In his eyes, she saw a reflection of her own feelings â a mixture of wonder, joy, and a profound sense of rightness. It was as if all the scattered pieces of her life had suddenly clicked into place, forming a picture that was more beautiful than she had ever imagined.
Rex, feeling her gaze, turned to meet her eyes. In that moment, words were unnecessary; everything they needed to say was conveyed in the depth of their look. He leaned down, and their lips met in a gentle kiss, a soft caress that spoke of new beginnings and uncharted futures. The kiss was a whisper of promises, a seal on the feelings they had just shared.
As they pulled away, their smiles were reflections of their inner happiness, a happiness that was as much about the presence of the other as it was about the connection they had forged. They stole another kiss, and then another, each one a celebration, a joyful acknowledgment of the journey they were embarking on together.
Lying there, with Rex's arm around her and her head on his chest, (Y/N) felt a sense of completeness she had never known. The sound of his heartbeat was a steady rhythm that seemed to sync perfectly with her own. Every so often, they would exchange a look or a smile, a silent conversation that spoke of shared joy and the comfort of being understood.
Rex, with (Y/N) nestled against him, felt a sense of peace that was new and profound. The weight of his past, the uncertainties of his future, all seemed to fade away in the face of this simple yet profound happiness. He kissed the top of her head gently, a gesture of affection and protection.
The movie played on, but it was merely a backdrop to their own story, a story that was just beginning. Every touch, every shared laugh, every quiet moment under the blanket was a brushstroke in the masterpiece they were creating together.
As the night deepened, they lay there, wrapped in the warmth of the blanket and the warmth of their newfound love. It was a feeling of complete rightness, a sense that, in this moment, in each other's arms, they were exactly where they were meant to be. The world outside could wait; what mattered was the magic they had found in each other's presence, the promise of all the nights and days to come, filled with laughter, love, and the quiet joy of being together.
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clone xreader life day fic exchange - announcement
hello everyone!! on october 19th, the sign up for the clone xreader life day exchange will drop! if you like xreader fics and the many wonderful clones of star wars, then this is the exchange for you!Â
a lot more information will be given on the sign up post, but here are the basics:Â
When you sign up, you will need to give a list of the clones that you would be okay to receive a fic for, and one or two short prompts that the person who gets you will use to write your fic.
You will be more than welcome to ask for life day/holiday themed prompts, but it will not be a requirement. i'll also be putting together some information on what life day is and how its themes and values can show up in fics :)
This exchange is random, so i ask that participants be comfortable writing and reading for at least Captain Rex this way no one gets a list of characters they donât write when it comes time to match.
Youâll have a little over 6 weeks to write, and the word minimum will be 800 words. Iâm looking to host the âexchange dayâ (the day everyone posts their fics) on December 16th.Â
anyone is welcome to join these exchanges, whether itâs your first fic or youâre an already established writer!
If youâd like me to tag you in the post with the sign up link so you donât miss it, please let me know!Â
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