#They have other cute droids too

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Got bored and doodled up fan art for a game I have been non-stop thinking about since I first played it: Skyclimb Utopia! It’s a sci-fi game that a friend introduced me to- I was skeptical because it was on Roblox- but it’s somehow incredibly polished??? I literally love this game- I won’t spoil too much because it’s better to play yourself- but if you like sci-fi, cute little critter-looking android balls that follow you around, puzzles, parkor, and lore, then totally check it out- 10000000% recommend. I sound like a telemarketer- sorry- I’m serious though, play it

Screen shots of the game below the break because I couldn’t do this little guy justice

Cropped so my username isn’t visible but AAAAAAAH

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Domination - Howzer x FReader - NSFW

Summary: You have been teasing him all day, he decides that you're not going to get your own way this time.

Characters: Howzer, some of his men, Eleni, Hera, Cham

Pairing: Howzer x F!Reader

Word Count: 10, 766

Warnings: PinV sex, fingering, dom Howzer, bratting, teasing, very brief spanking, dirty talk, sub space, aftercare

Authour's Note: He's just so pretty, and I just know that he can take a firm hand when needed.

The heat was stifling as the sun beat down on you as you trailed through the markets on Ryloth. It was your first day off in a while and you were browsing the stalls, unsure what you were looking for but you knew something would catch your eye eventually. It did feel strange, your job as a civilian co-ordinator with the GAR, and then the Empire, kept you extremely busy. Especially during the political unrest that was hanging over Ryloth like a potential storm.

From everyone you spoke to, they didn’t understand the continuing presence of the troopers now that the war had ended. They had fought so hard for their independence against the Separatists, and all they wanted was to be able to rule themselves without the presence of clones and outside forces. Cham and Eleni was trying to persuade the Twi’leks to stand down and live in the peace that was hard won. Personally, you didn’t see it ending well, the Empire had been ushered in with the fall of the Jedi and the Republic and everything seemed to have changed overnight. The Empire felt more overbearing and hostile, and if it wasn’t for your friends, your loved ones, you would have left Ryloth and the Empire months ago.

A sharp pain cut through your dark thoughts and you looked down to see one of Hera’s elbows had landed in your stomach as she was racing away from something or someone. You had just enough time to steady her as she stumbled.

“Ohh! Sorry, Ma’am!” Hera apologised, righting herself and throwing a look behind her shoulder.

“Hera! Be more careful” you chided, a small smile on your face as you saw how nervous she looked. “It’s a bit early for you to be getting into trouble, isn’t it?” you remarked, raising an eyebrow at her as you returned to browsing the jewellery on the stall in front of you.

“Trouble? Why would you think that?” Hera frowned, but still tried to side step around you.

Rolling your eyes, you brought her in front of you and shook your head. “Because you look like a tooka that’s about to have a bath. Who did you annoy this time?” you asked, moving just slightly so your body hid hers. If anyone was to come looking for her, then they’d see only you. Glancing at her, you realised she was too easily recognisable and browsed the jackets and shawls that lined the other stall.

“I didn’t do anything! It was Chopper!” Hera complained, crossing her arms in front of her body. It definitely didn’t make her appear as tough as she thought. Especially with her cute little pout.

“What’s that droid done now?” you chuckled, selecting a dark blue shawl and wrapping it around her shoulders. Handing over the money to the blue Twi’lek man running the stall, you helped secure it around her. “Now, that should help you in your escape. But you never told me who’s after you” you reminded pointedly, wrapping an arm around the young girl’s shoulders and leading her to a stall selling a number of holobooks.

“Well, we were just trying to have a bit of fun” Hera huffed, thinking back to the prank that she had pulled.

Unable to help the smile that spread across your face, you wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into your side. “Hera, Chopper’s version of fun is not the same as most people’s” you reminded her, walking through the market with her tucked close to you. Hearing Hera’s giggle, you couldn’t help but feel lighter in her presence. She had such a unique perspective of life that it helped kindle a flicker of hope that everything would work out just as it was meant to be in the end.

“HERA!” a sharp voice cut through the market, and you turned around to see Captain Howzer and a squad of clone troopers heading your way. A number of them was covered in oil, and you could already see how one – Riko if you remembered correctly – was drenched in the stuff from nearly head to toe. So that was what Chopper had done. Probably in an attempt to help Hera get away from whatever mischief she had been causing.

“Ah, Captain, how lovely it is to see you again!” you greeted, stepping in front of her and pushing the young Twi’lek behind you. Hera giggled at seeing the mess and twisted her hands into the jacket.

Howzer and his squad came to a stop and even if you couldn’t see his face, you just knew he would be frowning. “Y/N” he greeted before turning his gaze down and looking at Hera who was hiding behind you. “Hera, we’ve been looking for you” Howzer stated, crossing his arms over his chest and staring her down.

“Hera? She’s been helping me at the market all morning” you frowned, turning to look between the two of them.

“All morning, huh?” he drawled, deep voice sending a pleasant warmth through you. It conjured up memories of that morning, both of you wrapped in blankets. Howzer pressing soft kisses along your shoulders as he chased the sunlight that danced across your skin. “Nice try, I caught her myself setting up the elevator doors to dump pink glitter on whoever walked out” Howzer informed you and you couldn’t help but smile slightly. Girl was clever, if you remembered correctly, Senator Taa’s quarters were on his rounds this morning. She’d probably been trying to get him.

“Pink glitter? That doesn’t sound like Hera” you scoffed, shaking your head and stepping closer to him. Looking behind him at the squad, you noticed a few did indeed have some specks of glitter dotted around their armour.

“Where would I even get that from?” Hera added, rubbing the back of her neck and trying to appear convincing.

“Over there, perhaps?” Dunk suggested, pointed over to a stall that sold crafts supplies, as well as a number of different dyes. The trooper in question had an oil stain splashed across his chest plate, but seemed to have missed the full force of Chopper’s hit.

You all turned to look at the stall and you sighed heavily. “Children! Am I right, Captain? I’m sure Hera didn’t mean to play a prank like that. It’s her way to express herself and explore boundaries” you shrugged, motioning for Hera to run for it when she could.

Howzer removed his helmet, resting it on his hip as he frowned down at you. “Dumping a load of pink glitter on Senator Taa’s head is not expressing herself and exploring boundaries, Y/N. She shouldn’t be sneaking into government facilities to set up pranks. If Taa had found out, Cham and Eleni wouldn’t hear the end of it. There’s only so much I can do to protect her when things like this happen” Howzer reminded, brow furrowing and a look of worry passed his face. He liked the Syndulla family, they had been nothing but kind, noble and loyal since he had joined them fighting for Ryloth during the occupation. He didn’t want them to be caught up in this unrest that was building.

“Captain, you worry too much. I’m sure it’s not the worst thing Taa has been covered in” you grimaced, before turning your attention to his troopers. “Besides, looks like they got hit by something other than glitter” you pointed out, admiring the chaos that Hera and Chopper had created.

“Where is your friend?” Howzer grunted, turning to Hera just as she was about to slip away from the conversation.

“I don’t know, he said that he had to help mother with some of her work” Hera shrugged, lips tilting down into a confused frown.

“What on earth could that droid have done now, Captain?” you wondered, nudging him with your elbow to bring his attention away from the girl.

“He shot oil at us when we stopped them both. Got us all good while Hera managed to escape. We were hoping to catch the pair of them” Riko explained, looking down at himself at all the oil that was covering him.

You smiled up at Howzer, playful intent in your eyes and you knew he recognised it because his jaw clenched slightly.

“Looks to me like Chopper covered you in all that oil, Riko. I don’t think I can see any of that lovely blue at all. Maybe you need to get all that armour off and hit the showers” you suggested, looking up and down the clone trooper. Even with his helmet on, you saw how embarrassed he was at your attention. He looked around at his fellow troopers and his fingers twitched on his blaster before he seemed to straighten himself up.

“Thank you ma’am, that’s exactly what I’ll be doing when we finish the patrol” Riko confirmed, nodding his head to you.

Trying to hide the smirk on your face, you turned back to Captain Howzer, a surprised look on your face. He wasn’t going to fall for it, the amusement underlying your expression was enough to give you away. You were toying with him and enjoying it.

“I’m sure Captain Howzer wouldn’t mind you cleaning up. My place isn’t too far away from here, if you’d prefer, instead of traipsing to the barracks. I’m sure the Captain could spare you for 10 minutes while you showered, couldn’t you Captain?” you asked, smiling serenely at the scarred clone who only huffed.

“No” he replied shortly, making your insides twist in victory at the small slip of composure he normally held when you talked in front of his men. “Thank you for the kind offer ma’am, but we really must be going. It seems Hera has managed to slip away whilst we were talking” Howzer said stiffly, looking behind you where Hera had been a few minutes ago.

Chuckling lightly, you shrugged your shoulders and winked at his troopers.

“Well, she’s a smart girl, she must have seized the opportunity.”

“No doubt.”

“Enjoy the rest of your patrol, Captain!” you called after him, as he shoved his helmet onto his head and lead his men past you. A few sent glances your way and you couldn’t help but wave at them in return. You knew that Howzer would catch the move and get even more annoyed with you.

----------TBB-HOWZER-TBB----------

The night was cool on the arid planet as Howzer walked the corridors to the small gathering that the Syndullas had arranged. This would be his last post of the day before he returned to the barracks with the rest of his men. Or if his cyare was willing, return to her loving arms.

Although he wondered if she would still be in a teasing mood. All day whenever their paths crossed, she would flirt with him, bat her pretty eyelashes at his men, making more than a few stumble or stutter in response. A couple had even returned the flirting good naturedly before giving her a nod and returning to their own responsibilities.

Shaking his head, he couldn’t help the chuckle that worked it’s way up his throat. She had been nothing but full of mischief recently. He knew it was a coping mechanism, a way to deal with the increasing tension on Ryloth. It was all in good fun and it wasn’t anything serious. If anything he loved to see her smile, hear her laugh as she met his eyes and saw the reaction she wanted.

“Ah, Captain! I didn’t think you would be joining us” Eleni greeted, a glass of something in her hand. She wore a pleasant and genuine smile when she saw him. “Would you like a drink?” she offered, nodding over to the drinks table to the side of the room.

“Thanks, but I’m on duty ma’am” Howzer nodded, smiling politely at his friend.

“Ah, you would leave us to the dreary boasts of Senator Taa then?” Eleni teased, raising a perfect eyebrow at him, a smile playing on her lips.

“You do it so much better than me, Eleni. I wasn’t made for politics” Howzer reminded, looking around him at the many, many people schmoozing up to Taa and his people. He felt much more comfortable on a battlefield than attending one of these parties, where political games were played between false compliments and thinly veiled threats.

“That may be so, but it doesn’t make it any more enjoyable. We will speak soon, Captain. I must go rescue Cham, he’s giving me his signal” Eleni chuckled, bidding him farewell before heading over to Cham.

Howzer secured his helmet onto his head and took his position around the perimeter of the room. From where he stood, he had a good line of sight on the door and most of the room. He just hoped that whatever support the Syndullas could drum up for the peaceful unification of their planet, they would do so without many more of these things.

Checking in with his men, glad to hear that they reported the all clear, he settled in for a long night.

That was until he spotted a beautiful woman talking to Cham and Eleni over by the exit to the balcony. He almost swallowed his tongue at seeing the dress his cyare was wearing. It was a lovely red dress, clinging to all the places that she loved the most. A split up the side showed a flash of her thigh and the cut was just enough to show a slight hint of the swell of her breasts. He could feel his codpiece become a lot tighter as he watched his cyare laugh at something that Cham said. She was absolutely beautiful and mesmerising.

“You’re looking beautiful tonight, my dear. Any special reason?” Eleni asked, watching as your eyes kept drifting over to the position where the Captain was on watch. She knew about your relationship, had been the one encouraging it even but she knew that the pair of you must be kept a secret from the Empire. You made a wonderful couple, and she was pleased that both of her friends had found some happiness during this time.

“Apart from your wonderful party? No reason” you chuckled, picking at the delicious fruits that was on offer.

“Has your Captain figured out your plan for this evening?” she wondered, smiling politely at Taa as he passed.

“I think he’s got some idea of what’s going on” you smirked, glancing over your shoulder at him. Even though his bucket was facing forward, you could feel the warm, heavy gaze of Howzer on you. Sliding your hand down your side, you carefully flicked your skirt, flashing him a bit more of your leg in a seemingly innocent move to readjust your clothes.

From your spot next to Eleni, you could see Howzer straighten up and his hands twitch into a fist before they calmed. You couldn’t help but giggle, enjoying teasing your trooper and watching him squirm, trying to keep a straight face in front of his men.

“I’m going to work the room, I’ll see you later” you murmured, sending her a wink before sliding over to the other side of the room. You noticed a shiny standing just opposite where Howzer was standing. Perfect for him to get a good view of the show you hoped to put on for him.

“Oh, hello there! I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Y/N, I’m a civilian co-ordinator here on Ryloth. What’s your name?” you greeted, smiling warmly at the young trooper in front of you.

“Uh… CT-9818, ma’am” the shiny stumbled over his words, surprised to even be approached, never mind addressed. He wondered why a nat-born, a nat-born woman at that, would even be talking to him.

You couldn’t help but scrunch up your nose at that, shaking your head at the way that these men weren’t even treated like normal human beings. Running a hand through your hair, you tried to put a softer smile on your face. “That’s not much of a name, trooper. I’m not one of these nat-borns who believe all you are is a number. What do your brothers call you?” you said, hoping he didn’t think you were prying. You really was genuinely interested in meeting the new trooper.

“It’s erm… Mince… ma’am. My brothers call me Mince” the trooper admitted, and you nodded encouragingly.

“It’s nice to meet you Mince. Were you transferred to Captain Howzer’s unit? Or have you just been hiding?” you inquired, raising an eyebrow teasingly at him. Looking back, you could see Howzer’s bucket tilt towards you.

“Course not, ma’am. I was er… transferred after the creation of the Empire. We were one of the last squads off Kamino” he hurried to explain, straightening up at hearing the teasing voices of his vod come through his internal comm.

He really was a brand new shiny then, straight from Kamino by the sounds of it. Had he been there during the fall of Kamino City? Was he evacuated before the devastation that saw the troopers lose their home? Although you knew that Kamino wasn’t home to many of the vode. It was a place of heartbreak, torture and nightmares for many clones. But it was where they were decanted, where they grew up with their brothers and formed the bond of vode an.

“I was only joking, I’m sure Captain Howzer feels that you are a credit to his unit” you assured, resting a hand on his shoulder. “How are you enjoying Ryloth, Mince?” you asked him politely, tilting your head as you listened to him talk. Every so often you would shift slightly, sticking your hip out and angling your leg so that the folds of your dress draped over your thigh.

On one occasion, you burst out into laughter as Mince told you a story of how his vod, Lapse had been on patrol before he was pounced on by an overly affectionate blurrg. Resting a hand on his chest, you shook your head as you tried to control your giggles. “I can just imagine his face! Next time I see him, I’m not letting him live this down. I hope he offered to buy the blurrg dinner” you chuckled, trying to lower your voice as several people looked over at you both.

Taking the opportunity, you looked towards your Captain, sending him a wink you knew he would catch. Noticing how he puffed out his chest and purposefully looked away, you tried to hold in the snort of amusement at his obvious move. You had gotten to him. Crossing your arms over your chest, pushing your breasts up slightly, you heard a thud from Howzer’s direction but didn’t turn around to look. Already in your mind, you could picture your Captain losing his parade’s rest and falling back against the wall behind him.

“Looks like Mince has bitten off more than he can chew, right Captain?” came the voice through his bucket. He glanced across the room to where Mince was positioned, spotting you standing close to him and talking to him quietly. He could see the mischief that was filling your eyes as you looked up and caught sight of him. Damn you! He knew you were making it hard for him on purpose. What he wouldn’t give just to sweep you into his arms, be the one you spoke to all night, be allowed to whisper all the sweet words he had to keep to himself into your skin as he worked his way down your body.

“Do you think someone should go rescue him?” Soni murmured in awe, watching the way your dress fell around you.

Howzer clenched his jaw.

“Why would he need rescuing?” Blaze scoffed, amused at how his younger brother was becoming flustered from talking to the pretty civilian officer that worked as a go between for the Empire and the Twi’leks resistance.

His eye twitched.

“From the Captain or her?” Suture, his medic, drawled. And if Howzer could, he’d shoot the medic a glare that would put him in the medbay. But he was wise enough to know not to piss off the medics, and that Suture was more than likely entertained at having to watch him sweat while his cyare was teasing him.

“Kriff, Mince! Your heart is going so fast I’d think you were running drills!” Drax chuckled, hearing the returning splutter from Mince. Thankfully it wasn’t picked up by his voice recorder!

Now that was an idea! Send his men to run drills every time they so much as looked in your direction. Especially while you were wearing something like this. He could just imagine how his brothers were enjoying the sight of seeing his cyare outside of uniform.

When you turned to send him a wink, he let out a small growl that was thankfully not picked up by his bucket. His little tease. You were enjoying this, he realised. A lot. Too much even, if that mischievous spark in your eye was any indication. He loved seeing you like this, so full of joy and happiness. He felt himself twitch behind his codpiece at your actions. Kriff, how could you make him hard so quickly, just by flashing that teasing look and a bit of leg. A beautiful, leg at that. He could remember how they felt wrapped around his waist this morning. He couldn’t wait until he could drag you back into bed.

Kriff!

He was so done for. What did Hera like to say to him? That was it! Head over heels in love with his pretty little civvie. She was right. As usual. He did love her, more than anything. And that was why he wasn’t reacting. She wanted to tease him, wind him up into a tight ball of tension and lust before he finally reacted. Well, that was the exact opposite of what he was going to do. His pretty little civvie couldn’t always get what she wanted.

“-zer? Captain Howzer?” a familiar voice called from his side.

He blinked, swiftly turning around to find Cham and Eleni addressing him. He gave them a formal salute before nodding at them respectfully.

“Is everything alright, Captain? You seemed a little distracted” Eleni inquired slyly, raising an eyebrow at him.

Once again Howzer was thankful for his bucket, it hid the blush that was rapidly growing on his face. “Yes ma’am, I was… er listening… to the, er, check ins?” he replied, wanting to kick himself at how unsure he sounded.

Cham shot a pointed look at his wife and smiled. “Forgive us for disturbing you then, Captain. We were just inquiring about how you are this evening? Enjoying the party?” Cham asked, struggling to hide his amusement at the enamoured Captain. He hadn’t missed the looks between the two, it reminded him of Eleni and himself.

“Oh, yes sir. It’s riveting” Howzer drawled, relaxing a little in their company. They were hardly going to report him for complaining about guard duty for an intolerable Senator and his entourage.

“Another hour to go, Captain, and then we’ll be free. Hopefully Hera will be in bed by the time we return home. She was disappointed that she wouldn’t be attending tonight” Eleni chuckled, leaning into Cham and rolling her eyes.

“Couldn’t prank anyone else?” Howzer snorted, shaking his head at the young Twi’lek. It was a joy to have Hera around, she was always making things interesting for him and keeping him on his toes. It helped that she seemed to always drag his cyare in tow.

“Not tonight, no” Cham sighed, although there was amusement and mischief in his eyes. “We can’t apologise enough for this morning Captain. Her and Chopper have been appropriately punished. Did your squad manage to get the glitter and oil off?” Cham wondered, glancing at the few troopers surrounding the perimeters.

“Just about, although Riko wasn’t too pleased to find glitter in his air filters. He keeps puffing out glitter every so often” Howzer admitted, lips pulling into an amused smile that, although hidden by his bucket, was clear in his voice.

Eleni and Cham couldn’t hide their laughter, already imagining the clone troopers colourful curses when that happened. She was the daughter of rebels for a reason.

Their conversation was interrupted when you walked towards them, a wide smile on your face seeing them all together and happy. But you were beginning to feel tired and all you wanted was for your trooper to hold you in his arms.

“Cham, Eleni, I’m really sorry but I might head home-” you called to them, noticing how Howzer was closer to you than your friends. Having an idea on how to get you both out of this, you surveyed the ground in front of you. It was just the right material. Making sure you looked slightly dazed, you allowed the toe of your heel to catch on the floor and you stumbled. As expected, Howzer quickly stepped forward to catch you, arms wrapping around your waist and holding you to him. You would have been able to feel his warm breath fanning across your face if his helmet was off.

“Ohh! I’m so sorry Captain!” you hurried to apologise, feeling how one hand kept an arm around your waist to keep you steady, the other holding your hand and squeezing it.

“It’s fine, are you okay?” he frowned, scanning your form to see if you were injured in anyway.

“My dear, are you alright?” Eleni asked at the same time, a teasing look in her eye as she looked you over. She hadn’t missed the flush in your cheeks as Howzer pressed you against his armoured body.

“I’ll be fine, thank you, I’m just not feeling too good at the moment. I’m going to try and have an early night” you told them, still not stepping out of Howzer’s hold. You would let him play the role of the caring knight in shiny armour if it meant you could have him touch you in public.

Cham nodded, resting a hand on your shoulder. “Of course! You’re looking a little flushed, my friend” Cham noted, feigning concern. He had spotted the devious look that spread across your face as you walked over, he had seen it many times on Hera’s face to know a ploy was afoot when he saw it.

Turning to the Captain, who was still holding you close, he clapped him on the shoulder. “Captain, would you be able to escort our friend home?” Cham requested, looking at him hopefully.

“Err… I’m still on duty” Howzer reminded, looking between you and the resistance fighters. Why did he feel like he was being lured into a trap? Had you planned this whole night out with Cham and Eleni? Were they your accomplices? He shouldn’t even be surprised.

“Please Captain, I’m sure your squad can manage until the end of the party” Eleni pleaded, gripping onto your hand. When Howzer looked back at his men, obviously reporting the issue with them, she sent you a wink and you had to smother the smile that was trying to break across your face.

“Oh no, I couldn’t do that. I’m sure Captain Howzer is needed here more than I need him” you protested, shaking your head. You felt his hand tighten on your hip, and could feel his warning look even through his helmet. Perhaps that one had been less than subtle.

“No, you need him more. I insist! I would hate for anything to happen to you on your walk back” Eleni nodded, rubbing your arm soothingly. You would have to compliment her on her acting skills. If anyone was looking in, they would be convinced that she held genuine concern for you.

“Would you walk me home, Captain?” you asked him quietly, biting your lip and looking at him hopefully.

“Of course. It would be my pleasure” he rumbled, allowing you to say your goodbyes while he passed command to his second. Blaze would be able to handle the rest of the posting until the shift finished. If anything happened, Blaze would comm him.

As you left the room where the gathering was being held, you straightened up and leaned into him more. It felt good to have this moment alone with him. Your time together was sporadic, depending on his work shifts and yours, and whether he could sneak out of the barracks to your room.

“I think we’re alone now, Captain. Take it off.”

Howzer couldn’t help but roll his eyes, but quickly gave in, taking off his bucket and attaching it to his belt. “Better?” he asked you, watching as your eyes roamed his face, a blush working it’s way across your cheeks.

You couldn’t help it, just the sight of his beautiful face was enough for you to feel warm. The way he looked at you, big brown eyes full of love and adoration had your stomach doing somersaults. His scarred chin and cheek just added to his ruggish look. “Much better” you breathed, seeing his features soften slightly at your answer.

Instead of answering, he offered you his arm to continue escorting you back home.

“Thank you for walking me home, Captain” you smiled, hooking your arm with his. “I think I enjoyed too much wine tonight” you told him, leaning into his warmth. Even with his armour on, you admired the strength of his muscle underneath your hand.

“You certainly seemed to be having fun” he commented, enjoying the way your hand fit into the crook of his elbow. One of the few spots in which he could feel you through the gap in the plastoid. “How are you feeling now?” he asked, checking you over once more in case you really were feeling ill. He was confident you had been teasing him, but it was better to check.

“I’m okay, just these stupid shoes. They’re beginning to pinch” you winced, eager to kick them off.

“I might be able to help with that” he murmured, lip quirking into a smirk before he shoved you into a secluded turn off the corridor you were walking down.

“Howzer!” you gasped, steadying yourself against the wall. You listened to see if anyone had seen him, hearing nothing, you scowled at your trooper. “A bit of warning would have been nice” you reminded, raising an eyebrow.

“It pays not to give your enemy forewarning” Howzer replied, before dropping to his knees right in front of you. His knee plates clattered against the metal vents on the floor and he carefully took off his gloves, tucking them into his belt. Looking up at you with darkened eyes, he couldn’t help but let out a little groan. You looked beautiful.

“I… uh… I didn’t think we were enemies” you breathed, thoughts becoming a little harder to hold onto as he slowly pulled away your skirt, revealing the shape of your legs to him. You loved when he took his gloves off slowly, already imagining the feel of his calloused hands running across your skin. He pressed a gentle kiss to the side of your knee before placing another slightly higher.

“We aren’t. This dress you’re wearing however, is keeping me from what I really want” he groaned, sliding his hands up your thighs, reaching the line of your underwear. Teasingly, he ran his fingers under the hem, threatening to pull them down.

“Howzer… people… they co-could see” you panted, running your hand through his hair and tugging him closer to you. His huffed breath fluttered against your core and you wanted him to stop teasing you and finally give in.

“Didn’t think you’d mind, cyare. After the way you’ve been behaving all day, thought you’d like them to see how good you look like this” he drawled, grazing his teeth across the meat of your thighs.

“Only teasing baby” you huffed, rocking forward into him but he just pulled away.

“I’m not going to fuck you here” Howzer told you, making your heart sink in disappointment. You really wanted to feel him, enjoy the result of your teasing. But it seemed the Captain had other plans. “Besides, we need to get these off you cyar’ika. Get you feeling comfy” he smirked, pulling your shoes off you and attaching them to his belt.

Unable to help it, you gaped at him, not even aware that he had been fiddling with your shoes enough to loosen them off your feet. Sneaky little womp rat!

“Come on, get moving” he instructed, pushing himself back up onto his feet.

You pouted, unable to help it as you tilted your head up to his. “Not even a kiss?” you whined, trying to entice him to give in.

“You want a kiss, mesh’la?” he whispered, stepping closer to you until your back was pressed against the wall once more. His armour was cool against you, the feeling seeping through your dress and making you gasp. Feeling a bit dizzy at him, you nodded.

“Alright I’ll give you a kiss” he growled, hand coming up to grip your jaw in a tight hold before he pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was rough, catching you off guard and Howzer used it to his advantage as his tongue swept into your mouth, running along your own. As you moaned against him, hips coming up to buck against his, he pulled away. The kiss over just as quickly as it began.

Your breaths came out in pants as you blinked up at him in shock, thoughts getting hazy. “Now get moving” he instructed, tugging you forward and landing a hard smack on your ass as you passed him.

You yelped, heat rushing through you at that. It seemed that you had pushed your Captain too far with your teasing and he was preparing to do his own. Rubbing your ass cheek, you led the way back to your apartment, glad that nobody was in the corridors. You didn’t think you would be able to hide the blush spread over your face and the slight dazed look.

Just as soon as you had shut the door behind you, Howzer was pressing you back against the metal door, his armour sending a chill racing down your spine as your nipples hardened beneath the material of your dress. You liked the way he pinned you against the door, dark eyes focused on yours.

“You’ve done enough teasing for one day, so you’re going to listen for once, cyare” he told you firmly, one hand sliding up your neck to grip it. It wasn’t a particularly tight hold, just enough to ensure that you were paying attention to him. “You’re going to get rid of this gorgeous dress and everything underneath, mesh’la, and I want you to sit on the chair facing me. Then you’re going to spread your pretty legs open so I can see just how wet you are” he instructed, leaving no room for any protest. All you could do was nod at his words. He smiled, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips before turning and heading into your living room.

Sagging against the door, you let out a sigh, feeling how arousal was already pooling into your underwear. Fuck, he was so hot, your plan to push his control to the edge had worked. If your teasing had caused all this… well, it certainly wasn’t going to put you off from doing it again.

Knowing you couldn’t keep him waiting long, you slid the dress slowly from your shoulders, letting it pool down onto your hips before letting it drop to the floor. Howzer had wanted you naked before you sat on display for him, and you weren’t going to disobey him now. Following after him, you reached up to undo your chest band, leaving it on until you were in his sight again.

Howzer had taken off his armour, placing it in it’s spot in your apartment. At the moment, he was dressed in just the bottom half of his blacks. Already you could see the bulge that was pressed against the tight material.

Unable to help it, you couldn’t stop your eyes running over his broad, tanned, thick body. There was a scattering of paler scars along his neck and shoulder, similar to the one on his cheek and chin. You already knew the path of them by heart, after stroking each one and pressing soft kisses to the scarred tissue. He kept himself in peak physical condition, his training from Kamino still drilled into him, even after the war was over. The way his bronzed skin stretched over his sculpted muscles had you almost drooling over how gorgeous and handsome your Captain was.

“As much as I like you staring at me, mesh’la. I want to see you more” his deep voice cut through your thoughts.

Blushing slightly at how distracted you were, you released your hold on the chest band, letting it drop to the floor in front of you. A hitch in Howzer’s breath beside you had you grinning, enjoying the way he loved looking at your body. Running your hands over your breasts, groaning at the relief of being out of the chest band, you knew he would be feeling his blacks become more and more restricting.

As you headed over to your chair, the caf table in between yours and his, you hooked your fingers into the hem of your panties. Turning around, you bent over, giving him a show as you slid them over your ass and down your thighs, letting them fall to the floor and exposing your soaked core to his eyes already. A muffled curse from him had you smirking, before turning back around and sitting down in the chair he had told you to. Raising an eyebrow at him, you waited to see what he would do.

“Thought I told you to spread your pretty legs for me. If you can’t listen to simple instructions, tonight isn’t going to turn out very well for you” he warned, voice controlled and level as he kept his heavy gaze on you. Although you could see his jaw tightening at your little display. He wasn’t as unaffected as he appeared to be.

“Sorry Captain” you demurred, biting your lip and knowing you were teasing him even further.

Running your hands up from your knees and over your thighs, you slowly spread your legs, revealing your glistening core to him. The way his gaze felt had you wanting to close your eyes and whimper, the intense stare making you feel like he wanted to devour you. You wouldn’t mind, you wanted to feel him lose control with you and just take what he wanted.

“Feet on the table, spread them wider” he ordered, dark chocolate brown eyes darkening even further at the way the low lights in the room caught the slick that was pooling at your entrance.

Perching the soles of your feet on the table’s edge, you gasped as you spread your legs even wider, giving your Captain a better look at how much he was affecting you. You already wanted to reach down, press a desperate brush of fingers against your slit but you refrained, Howzer hadn’t told you to do anything else. And you didn’t want him punishing you by keeping you on the edge, over and over again. No, it was in your best interests to do exactly what Howzer said.

“Good girl, you can behave” he smirked, watching as your thighs quivered at his words. “Look how pretty you look, cyar’ika. Did you get this wet just from talking to my brother?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at you challengingly.

Biting your lip to hold in the sound that was dying to come out, you shook your head.

“No? Who got you this wet then? Who made this pussy leak so much?” he drawled, leaning forward now, elbow on his knees to get a closer look at you.

Unable to help it, you preened at the knowledge that he was just as desperate to be close to you as you were for him. If he hadn’t had instructed you to stay there, you’d be the one dragging him over the table and attaching your lips to his.

A rap of his knuckles against the wood brought your attention back to him. “I asked you a question, sweetheart. Do I need to repeat myself?” he asked, jaw tightening as he ran his eyes up over your heaving chest and to your swollen bottom lip trapped in between your teeth. When you released it from your grasp, he had to catch the groan he wanted to let out at how pink and swollen it was. He could just imagine those lips around his cock as you took him in his mouth.

“No Captain, I’m sorry. You’re the only one who makes me this wet” you breathed, trying to spread your legs even further for his eyes.

Howzer hummed, pleased with your answer but still not giving you the orders that you so desperately wanted. It was maddening to be so exposed and not touch yourself or have him touch you. He noticed your hands clenching tightly on the arms of the chair, fingers curled so tight your knuckles were white. Howzer wanted nothing more than to touch you, but he couldn’t forget he had been half hard for most of the day just because of your teasing.

“You’ve been teasing me all day sweetheart. Why is that?” he wondered, running his eyes up your shapely legs and towards your leaking centre. He could just imagine you spread out, his head between your legs devouring your glistening cunt, it was making it harder and harder to focus.

“Wanted you to snap… make you lose control and… and touch me. Please Captain” you groaned, hips rocking enticingly to hopefully spur him on. If he wouldn’t do anything, then you’d have to take matters into your own hands.

Chuckling at how mischievous his cyare was, he shook his head at you. “How’s that working out for you, mesh’la?” he teased, sending you a lazy smirk that had your breath catching in your throat. Fuck he was so handsome like this. All happiness and desire was clear to see in his eyes, the stress and worries of the Empire laid down for once.

“Howzer!” you whined, brattiness coming out before you could stop it.

“That’s not how you address me, cyar’ika” he frowned, voice losing the teasing tone and full of authority once more. It was the one he used when speaking to shinies who were still trying to find their place in the squad.

“Please Captain, I need you to touch me” you moaned, biting your lip and hoping he’d give in to you. The strain in his blacks was already noticeable from where you were spread out for him. There was no way that he would be able to last much longer without touching you, or you touching him. Kriff! All you wanted to do was palm his hardened length underneath those blacks, feel him throb in your hand as you mouthed around him. The thought had your legs quivering and your cunt clenching as more arousal slipped out of you.

Of course, Howzer’s keen eyes caught it, and the dirty chuckle he let out didn’t help the feeling of heat bursting through you. “Oh no, sweetheart, you forgot our rules didn’t you? The ones which make sure we’re safe and able to keep having these moments. Wouldn’t want anyone telling Rampart or Taa about us, would we?” he chided gently, sliding his hands up his thighs just to relieve some of the tension that was curling in the pit of his stomach. “So this is a punishment. I’m not going to touch you until I’m ready to” he told you, delighting at the way your mouth parted on a small gasp of surprise.

He couldn’t be serious, could he? Howzer always touched you when you were alone together, even if it was just the brush of a hand against the small of your back as he moved past you, or the soft squeeze of your shoulder as he went to make dinner. His touch was something you always enjoyed and looked forward to, even outside of your bedroom.

“Your little clit looks so desperate for attention, cyar’ika. I can see how much it needs to be touched. Why don’t you use your pretty little fingers and give it what it wants?” he suggested, fingers twitching at his own words. He wanted to be the one to rub your bud, but he couldn’t. Not yet. He still had to punish you for your teasing.

Sighing, you finally brushed the pads of your fingers against your clit, the light touch sending sparks up your spine. Unable to help the little moan of relief, you collected your slick and used it to play with your clit, rubbing it in little circles that had your eyes slipping shut. After so long teasing him, you had become just as worked up as the Captain. It felt so good to finally be able to relieve some of the pressure that had been building.

Howzer couldn’t take his eyes off you. You looked so perfect, so breath taking in this moment that he never wanted to forget the sight of you like this. Your thighs tightening in pleasure as you worked your swollen bud of nerves, breasts heaving with every laboured breath and your eyes shut, lust and desire written all over your face.

The cool night air fluttered against your skin, causing goosebumps to spring up. It was such a contrast to how you were feeling, it felt like you were overheating, as though Howzer’s simple words and heavy gaze was lighting a fire inside of you. One of your hands reached up, ready to tease and pull at your pebbled nipples but you hastily stopped, remembering that your Captain hadn’t given you any instructions on touching yourself there.

“Go ahead, cyar’ika, I want you to touch those cute little nipples. Wish I could run my tongue over them and tease them until you ache” he ordered, groaning at the thought of taking the buds into his mouth and lathing them with attention from his warm mouth and talented fingers.

“You can! Please, I want you to” you encouraged, rolling your hips against the fingers against your clit. The other hand slid up your torso until you could pinch and squeeze at your breast before pulling at your nipple. It sent a zap of pleasure down to your core, more arousal coating your fingers to aid in your touch.

It felt like you were dripping and leaking onto the chair beneath you from how wet you were. And he still refused to touch you. Gritting your teeth at the slow building pleasure that was forming in your core, you couldn’t help but want more. More of Howzer, more of his talented calloused fingers pushing you over the edge.

“Mesh’la” he breathed, feeling desire wash over him as he watched you follow his instruction and drive yourself closer and closer to the edge but have no way of reaching your release. “Use your fingers, want to see them inside of you cyare” he told you, voice strained as he drunk in the sight of you. His cock was throbbing in his blacks, and he ached to relieve the pressure just slightly. Cupping himself through his blacks, he let out a small groan that seemed to set alight the tease that was buried inside of you.

“That’s it Captain, I could make you feel so good” you grinned, watching as he palmed himself through his trousers. Sliding a finger inside of your dripping core had your eyes sliding shut for a second before you pushed them back open.

The sight of Howzer touching himself, desperate for some relief from the pressure building underneath them was something you didn’t want to miss at all. He looked so beautiful, eyes half lidded in pleasure as his head was tilted up just slightly. The gorgeous full lips of his was hanging open slightly, small panting breaths escaping as he lost a part of that control he prided himself over.

Gulping at the feeling of a second finger sliding into you, you couldn’t wait to feel him inside of you, to taste him on your tongue, to feel his strong body pressed against you. “Oh, I could taste you, have my mouth around your cock instead, bet it would feel better than your hands. OH!” you cried, crooking your fingers to press against the spongy patch in your walls, fire spreading across your body as you worked yourself closer and closer to the edge.

Howzer groaned loudly, biting his own lip to stop him from just pulling you onto his cock. You had a way of making him lose control of himself, and hearing your soft cries and teasing words were making it harder and harder to focus. Just the thought of your warm mouth surrounding his length, swallowing him down to the hilt had him near the edge of his own relief, but he refused to cum without making you cum first.

“You’re in no position to tease, cyar’ika. You’ll get there when I allow it. Keep touching yourself, slowly” he ordered, wrestling with his control at your words.

As you pinched your nipple sharply, and slowly pushed another finger in, you could feel your orgasm building and building, getting so close you could almost touch it. “Fuck! Sir, I’m so close!” you whined, rolling your hips against the fingers that were inside of you and arching your chest up into the air, desperate for him to touch you and help finish you off.

“See it’s so much better when you listen to me and follow the rules, isn’t it?” he growled out.

“Yes! Yes it is! Kriff, Captain, please!” you gasped, feeling your stomach tighten and warmth flood through you as you hurriedly slid your hand from your breast down to rub at your clit.

Just as soon as your fingers lightly brushed your bundle of nerves, a vice like grip circled your wrists and pulled them both away from your needy body. Gasping, your eyes met his amused ones as you felt furious at him for denying you your own release. He had snapped forward to stop you just as soon as he noticed you were about to go over the edge.

“HOWZER!” you spat out, unable to believe he would stop you when you were so close.

“I don’t think so, cyare. You’ve been teasing me all day, flirting with my men and wearing that pretty dress. You’re not getting off that easily” he shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips as he saw a pout forming on yours.

“Evidently!” you grumbled, noticing he still hadn’t let go of your wrists.

Chuckling at your indignation, he leant further across the table separating you and pulled your hand up to him. “Hmm, you smell so good. I know you taste it too” he murmured, before wrapping his lips around the fingers that had been inside of you. His talented tongue gently collected the slick on your fingers as he sucked them into his mouth. His eyes fluttered closed as the taste of you burst across his tongue. This! This was what he had been thinking of all day. The unique taste of you on his tongue and the way you sounded lost in your own lust.

Whimpering at the feeling of him sucking your own arousal from your fingers, you ran your hand up and down his arm, feeling the heat radiating from him. When your Captain grazed the pads of your fingers with his teeth, you couldn’t help but curl your fingers around his own and hold on tight to him.

“Hmm, you taste wonderful, mesh’la. But I really, really want to be inside of you” he murmured, leaning forward to press kisses along your jaw and down your neck. Sucking slightly on the spot beneath your ear, you couldn’t help but give in. You’d forgive him for stopping you earlier if he was going to make up for it. “Can I? Can I feel you wrapped around my cock?” he asked, grazing the darkening skin with his teeth before moving on to add another further down.

“Since when have I said no?” you breathed, tilting your head slightly so he could have more room.

“Never hurts to ask” he smiled, lips curling against your throat. He chuckled lightly at your nod of consent before pulling you onto your feet. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he held you against him as he teasingly pressed his lips against yours, lightly running his tongue over yours before pulling away. He looked around him for something before grabbing the blanket off the back of the couch and spreading it over the table.

“Lie down” he instructed, reaching for a pillow to support your head against the hard surface. It wasn’t the most comfortable of places, but it seemed that he didn’t want to move any further than he had to.

Pulling back to look at you, he couldn’t help but look at you in awe. “You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe how lucky I am that you want me” he breathed, almost shaking his head in disbelief.

“I’m the lucky one, trooper! Now are you going to come here so I can show you how lucky I am? Or do I have to come get you myself?” you teased, smiling up at him. His cheeks heated up at your words and he couldn’t help but think you looked stunning with the happiness that radiated from your smile.

“Brat” he huffed, quickly unfastening his trousers and pushing them down his thick thighs. Smirking at your stare as his thick cock sprung up against him, he kicked them off and turned back to you. He was already leaking pre-cum and he took a hold of his cock, spreading it up and down before pressing his body into yours. He felt the way your nipples brushed against the spattering of dark hair on his chest, how your skin had started to glisten with a thin sheet of sweat as you had worked yourself up. Pushing your thighs wider apart to accommodate his hips, he could feel just how wet you were as he brushed his cock between your folds.

You couldn’t help but whine at the feel of him rubbing between your soaked lips. The orgasm that had lessened off was building once more just at the feel of him pressing his body into yours. His body was all sharp angles and hard muscles compared to your soft curves, and it was just intoxicating having him like this. You ran your fingers through his dark hair, before tugging him up from where he was sucking marks on your shoulders to kiss him. The taste of you was still on his tongue and a groan escaped you at the taste of you both mixing together.

Pulling away, he kissed down to your chest, finally taking one of your pebbled nipples into his mouth and lathing it with attention, just like he had wanted to. He greedily ran his tongue over your nub, sucking harshly and making you cry out, pulling once more at his hair. However he didn’t stop, continuing to tease and suck bruises onto your mounds while his other hand pinched and pulled at it’s twin.

“Kriff! You feel so good, don’t stop!” you begged, closing your eyes and losing yourself to the sensation that he was building inside of you.

However just as soon as the words left your mouth, Howzer was pulling away, smug look already plastered on his face. It was all you could do not to curse at him.

“Not nice to tease, is it mesh’la?” he reminded, pressing a kiss to your chin. You could hear the amusement in his voice, never mind seeing it in his beautiful honey brown eyes.

“I’m sorry, now fuck me!” you demanded, bucking your hips up to his. It sent a burst of pleasure as his cock brushed against your clit.

It was soon over as Howzer landed a sharp swat to the outside of your thigh. “Ah! You lost your manners as well, mesh’la? That’s not how we ask for something we want” he growled, voice hardening and scowling down at you.

Realising that he wouldn’t move unless you gave in, you sighed heavily. “I’m sorry, please fuck me sir. I need to feel you inside of me” you pleaded, sliding your hands down his chest and resting them on his hips, squeezing just slightly to encourage him to move.

“Hmm, that’s better. You do have manners after all” he hummed, reaching in between you to slot his cock at your entrance. He didn’t push in, waiting until you let out another moan before slowly pushing his cock inside of you.

A gasp escaped you, unable to stop it as he continued to press into your soaking core, opening you up for his cock and sinking into your tight heat. He didn’t stop until he was buried inside of you, your walls clenching around him as you got used to the feel of him once more.

“Kriff, you’re so tight. Even with your fingers opening you up. Maybe I should have done it myself” he groaned, head falling to your collarbone as he waited for you to adjust to him.

You hummed, trailing your fingers through his curls and pressing a kiss to his temple. “Don’t matter, just fuck me now” you murmured into his bronze skin.

“With pleasure, cyare” he grinned, landing a soft kiss to your shoulder before dragging his cock out against your walls. It left you gasping at the feel of him before your breath was pushed back out again as he slammed inside of you.

He set a fast pace, teasing you by slowly pulling out and then slamming back into you. You knew he was paying you back for all the teasing you had done to him all day, but you would do it all over again if it meant that this was where you landed up every time. You cried out his name as his thrust sent your body higher up the table, your head nearly falling off the side as he fucked you.

Your nails dug into his back and shoulders, leaving crescent shaped marks that would remind him of tonight. He worked his hand into your hair, tugging sharply and swallowing your moan with his lips as he continues to pound his cock into you.

“Harder, please Captain!” you begged, the sting of pain from your scalp shooting to between your legs. He was all around you, every one of your senses filled by him as you writhed beneath him.

“Harder mesh’la? Alright then” he drawled, his voice making you clench around the hard length inside of you. Somehow he pressed you down more into the table, his hips relentlessly slamming into you as he held you even closer to him. Every part of you was touching as he grunted into your ear, loving the cries and moans that he pushed out of you.

Squeezing your legs tighter around his hips, you tugged him as close as you possibly could, body arching into his chest as you felt your core tighten and tighten.

“Fuck, please can I come? Please let me cum now” you gasped, words muffled as you pressed your face into his neck. Thank the Force for his superior hearing because you had a feeling you would combust if he didn’t.

“Think you deserve it? After everything?” he teased, tugging at your hair and squeezing the thighs that was wrapped round him.

“I’ve been good… did everything AH!… that you said” you whined, rolling your hips against his.

“You have, my good girl. So perfect for me” he praised, shifting his hips slightly to hit that spot that had you seeing stars. He hissed at the feeling of your nails digging even more into his skin, but it was marks that he would wear with pride. “Cum, cyare. Let me feel you shake around me” he demanded, slamming once more into you and targetting that special place that had you crying out his name, walls clenching around him as your release washed over you.

Howzer cursed at the feeling of you tightening so much around him that he could barely move, hips stuttering out one, two, three more thrusts before he painted your walls white. He collapsed against your front as your thighs quivered around him, both of you exhausted after your shared relief.

It took what felt like a few minutes for you to come back to yourself, but you didn't want to move, content to just stay in the warmth that Howzer provided for you. Your head felt all fuzzy and warm, happy to be surrounded by his love and care that nothing else mattered. You drew small patterns up and down his back as he gently pushed your hair back away from your face, letting out small soothing sounds that you couldn’t comprehend but they felt nice all the same.

Finally, as the cool night air began to register with you and you could feel his softening cock slip out of you, you grimaced and shivered against his. “Come on mesh’la, we can’t stay here. Let’s move this somewhere else” he murmured, scooping you up in his arms.

Pouting at being disturbed, you clung tighter onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face there. Taking a deep breath, you couldn’t help but relax at the soothing scent of him. You felt the soft material of the couch under your back as he lay you down.

“Hmm, my good girl, wait right here” he muttered, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. Settling you better on your couch, he cupped your cheek before getting up. “Gonna get something to clean us up with” he soothed, hearing the small whine you let out at being away from his warmth.

Within moments, he returned with a bottle of water, a few snacks on a plate and some wipes to clean up the mess you had both made. “Going to clean you up now, sweetheart. I’ll be quick” he assured, spreading your legs and gently guiding the wipes over your sensitive core. He made sure he cleaned up his seed that was beginning to leak out of you before throwing them to one side.

Next, he encouraged you to sit up and lean against his chest, hands rubbing soothingly up and down your sides. “Drink this for me” he instructed, kissing your cheek as he unfastened the bottle and held it up to your lips. He wouldn't let you take hold of it, preferring to do it himself.

Sighing, you snuggled back into him, eyes beginning to slide shut but his chest shook at his small chuckle. You did look so cute as you fought sleep, but he wasn’t done with you yet.

“I know, we’re nearly finished and then we can go cuddle in bed. Need you to eat something for me, love. It’d make me real happy to see that” he whispered, encouraging you to take a few bites out of your favourite snack for him. “That’s a good girl” he mumbled, when you had enough and was curling into his lap even more.

You felt so safe and protected being in his arms, being surrounded by him, and distantly you recognised you were in that wonderful calm head space that allowed you to give up control and just be. Howzer would look after you, he loved you and would make sure that everything was okay.

“Come on mesh’la, lets get you into bed” he smiled softly, burying his face into your hair for a moment more. Once more he picked you up, positioning you just right in his arms so that he could shut everything off and lock the door for the night.

Your head had barely touched your pillow before you felt sleep claiming you. In those few moments before your relinquished consciousness, you heard Howzer whisper how much he loved you into the back of your neck.

[mothiir]

sorry to be that rehash that droid de suggondeez plotline (I REFUSE TO CORRECTLY SPELL FRENCH) with big e stealing a wife but could we pretttty ppLEAAAASE get some more mothiir? i am obsessed with the eldritch inhuman but human behaviour you write him with. it makes me want to chew on him while simultaneously wanting to beat him with a brick out of hatred. i have so many ideas. but ill take anything you offer up fr ill live off the scraps like a feral dog, its just that the the whole david and goliath vibe is TASTYYYY. please dignify my complete insanity for just an intsy winsy second because all i can imagine is how utterly FUCKED the stolenwife!reader's pov is. you try fight back a little too much? oh haha, ur so cute, but keep biting or scratching him and he'll sicc one of the custodes (or a few) to really try you out. let you be so overstimulated youre begging for something in you, and oh boy big e'll sooo do that dont worry. or maybe humble you by keeping you basically half bare like yeah not so cocky now LMFAO IM SO SORRY I NEVER GIVE PROMPTS SO BRAZENLY LIKE THIS BC IM A COWARD FULL OF SHAMEEE UR SO MUCH BRAVER THAN MEEE (thank you sm if you do or dont run with anything i spat out just then)

first of all, never apologise for requesting stuff and also i totally respect your disrespect of the French language. as an englishwoman i am contractually obligated to hate those frog-eating bastards (disclaimer: this is satire pls don’t cancel me). secondly i absolutely love your description of my interpretation of big e because it is also exactly how i feel about him. beat him with brick, pat hair, back to brick. I know i have moved away from that content but I still wave my emperor fucker flag and am always taking requests for him

i promise there will be actual coherent fic soon, but for now here is a bullet pointed list of the sort of things that guilliwife experiences (if there is one in particular you want a full fix of let me know):

the Emperor steals you, and does not think to tell Guilliman — why would he? He fucks you, enjoys it tremendously, then has to go and do some important Master of Mankind warp fuckery that means you spend about a fortnight in some random rooms with no one to talk to but the Custodes. And they barely talk! You never work out if they are bodyguards or prison guards, since you can’t imagine that you are important enough to warrant guarding, but you also don’t think that there is much effort needed to stop you escaping. Where would you even go?

It would be so much easier if he was always a selfish monster in bed — but he isn’t. Worse: he eats pussy exactly how you think a man with millennia of practice would. He likes bringing you to the very edge of orgasm and just stopping, pillowing his cheek on your stomach and watching as you whine and cry, partly with guilt and partly with sheer frustration. You end up begging him to fuck you, stumbling out every title you can think of — lord, emperor, sire, master — but his patience is limitless, and he can keep going for hours, until you’re completely insensible, promising every depraved thing if he will just stop teasing and put it in you

You belong to him. No one else is allowed to touch you — apart from valdor, one of his oldest friends and dearest allies. And captain Kytan. And a few other custodes. Sometimes at the same time. They’re extensions of his most absolutely not divine will — they can partake in the same luxuries he allows himself, otherwise what kind of a leader would he be? He likes seeing his best soldiers happy, especially when it’s because valdor is balls deep in your arse, while he enjoys the sweet warm stretch of your throat. You jostle and whimper between them, so full that you can barely breathe, and afterwards the emperor watches as valdor thumbs open your cheeks, just to watch your holes struggle to close up around the shape of his cock. Still, valdor can’t linger too long - there is already a line

He will cum inside you so much you swear your stomach bulges a little from it all. You have nightmares about popping like a balloon

eventually word reaches the Emperor that Guilliman is looking to speak to him as a matter of urgency — he is currently buried deep in your throat, enjoying the cute little gluck-gluck-gluck noises your gag reflex makes as you try to fit him all the way into your tight gullet. He does not ask you to stop this before answering the vox from a distraught Roboute, who is blathering about his fiancée going missing? The Emperor chuckles a little to himself, patting your hair — ah, having a woman to be wed and a woman in his bed, Roboute is far more like his father than first thought — wait. Ah. Singular woman. Singular. Shit.

[pinyeti]

EPISODE 6: RETURN OF THE JEDI

Is it just me or have they just not explained the Death Star properly?

I cant take Darthy seriously anymore, he’s just a bag of organs 

Whats quirrel doing here

OMG ELEPHANT SNAKE IS BACK

Isnt this that old caterpillar from Alice n wonfderlad

WOW LUKE REALLY SUITED UP FOR HIS MESSAGE- DID HE JUST SELL???? GOLDENFACE AN R2-oh right Hans in the carbon - way to go to the dark side Luke, triangular droid trade YOU ARE YOUR FATHERS SON LUKE 

So much of Star Wars is just running into the problem with a glowstick and hoping it dies

Wow hansolo has been imprisoned, thrown into garbage, tortured, thrown into carbon, imprisoned AGAIN all cuz he has can’t shut my mouth disease

What even is their relationship with Luke btw, are they his adopted fWOAH WOAH WOAH WHEN DID LUKE TURN INTO A MAN??? Last I saw he was a child who couldn’t get a plane out of a lake AND THEY LEFT THE LAST MOVIE WITH ALL OF THTEM BEING TOGETHER wow the text in the beginning is more important than I thought 

No seriously why is Luke dressed like a pastor whats going on

WOAH GOLD BIKINI LIEA - OKAY STORY TIME I USED TO WATCH PRINCESS RAP BATTLES AS A CHILD AND THE ONE I SAW WITH LEIA IN IT SHE SAID “I wore a gold bikini and the whole world lost its shit” ANF NOW I KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

Ok yoda we get it you’re 900 no ones talking about your wrinkles anyway with pastor Luke in the room, projecting much?

Is yoda suidicdal???

WDYM LUKE IS REaDY???? HE DIDNT DO ANYTHING TO BE READY EXCEPT FLY FACEFIRST INTO A MILITARY BASE HIS TRAINING ARC IS SO SHIT

 Whos the other Skywalker?? lukes not even a Skywalker isnt his name Luke vader where’s skywalkers real son OH darthy’s deadname is skywalker

BABY WONKENOBIII IS BACKCKCKC-OMGWHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WDYM LEIAS LUKES SISTER WDYM HE SUSPECTED THIS AFTER MAKING OUT WITH HER FIFTY BILLION TIMES??? WHAT THE HELL

??? HELLO>>??? WHAT TH EHELL??? WHAT IN THE GAME OF THRONES IS GOING ON??????? How is Leia a princess then?? HahahahaHAHAHA SO YODA KNEW …… ABOUT THEIR LITTLE TRIANGLE

Nice the gang is back together, waiting for chewbakka to be revealed as darthy’s next offspring

YES YES GOLDENFACE GETTING THE RESPECT HE DESEREVEVVES I LOVE GOLDENFACEEE

I cant believe these are the idiots the emperors trying to kill

"yes I could sense you were my brother when my tongue was down your throat"

Oh yes Luke hands himself over- haha darthy sensitive over dead name 

Luke youre so stupid- but since jedis cant die is he gonna go to wherever yoda and obi wan is 

Lando is growing on me, also squid guy

This movie is gonna end with emperor and Luke dead isnt it

Is the emperor a jedi too how else does he have power or something something Sith

Id make a horrible jedi- im made of hatred

Hansolo my pathetic little idiot

I JUST REALIZED WHO LUKE EP6 REMINDS ME OF - TROY BOLTON

IS HE BEGGING DARTHY TO KILL HIM WTF

You’re telling me this big of an empire cant take down 6 idiots lead by a happy go lucky guy, never heard of this before

OHMYGOSSDDHD. LYKE YOU IDIOT NOW HE KNOWS ABOUT LEIA

Hahahah a hand for a HAND- wait what…. Why does he have a robo hand too whats going on 

Luke stop acting like you didnt hear about jedis 5 secs ago

Aw does darthy have a heart among his organs

OHMYGOD DARTHY IS A GOOD GUY????? ????? What A VILLAIN TTURNS GOOD ITS BEEN AGES SINCE I SAW A VILLAIN COME OVER TO THE GOOD SIDE

OMG DARHTY FACE REVEAL

Oh damn hes not as ugly as I thought he’d be

Kinda cute even - bro how did he even get this weak why’s he dying rn 

He has such kind eyes

Yeah ok I am so lost I NEED DARTH VADER BACKSTORY RIGH FUCKIN NOW

Is the empire this easy to penetrate? No but they did it with the power of lOVE and FRIENDSHIP 

Love lando 

YES HAN THATS THE REACTION I HAD AN HOUR AGO ACTUALLY WTF

Yes Luke its so sad your daddy that blew up an entire planet in ONE second without a single thought died IM NOT FORGIVING HIM THIS EASY

No way thats it??? They took down the empire just like that???? What??

Damn no one in this world can dance

OHMYGOD ANAKIN???? HOW CAN HE SEE THEM NOW??? IS IT CUZ HES BETTER AT WEILDING THE FORCE

ok fine anakin is cute

(3/9)

[ghostofskywalker]

Patched Up

Fives/Reader

Fictober 2024 Day 13 of 31

Words: 1,100

Summary: You would think that ARC troopers would know when their injuries needed to be treated, but apparently your boyfriend decided that the rules didn't apply to him this time around.

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You tried to keep your steps light as you stalked through the halls of the Resolute, one destination in mind. The recent battle had been dangerous, and there were quite a few of your friends laying on cots in the medbay, their wounds bandaged and bacta’d as they slept. There had even been a few close calls for you as an emergency medic, but thankfully your injuries were nothing more than a few scrapes here and there. 

However, you knew of another trooper, one who had not been as lucky as you were this time around, and he had been notably absent from the medical bay. Despite catching a glimpse of him earlier, the moment you, Kix, the other medics, and the various medical droids began to treat the various battle wounds, he was gone. Fives may have thought he could hide away in the shadows and tend to his own wounds, but you were not going to let that happen. 

One of the best things about being a high-ranking medic meant that your badge granted you access to any area of the ship you wanted, and that included the barracks. Too many times had clones tried to hide their injuries and avoid getting (sometimes live-saving) medical treatment, so you had that access to every set of bunks in case of emergency. Today would be the first time you needed to enter Torrent’s main bunk room, and you had a sneaking suspicion about where you would be able to find who you were looking for. 

Jesse was sitting at a table in the corner of the main room, and he looked up from his datapad in shock when you walked in. He opened his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it. “Where is he?” 

You expected some resistance, or maybe even some feigned confusion, as he covered for his squadmate and fellow ARC trooper. Thankfully though, he surprised you by saying nothing in response, pointing towards one of the doors in the back of the room, where where presumably their bunks were arranged. 

You stopped by Jesse before continuing across the room, keeping your voice low so that you weren’t overheard. “How bad is it?” you asked, voice lower than you had spoken with before. 

“Not great, but you know how he is,” he responded. “Hopefully he listens to you more than he does to the rest of us.” 

The door to the barracks hissed open. You could see that only one of the six bunks was occupied, and like you suspected, Fives was curled up on his bunk. “I told you Jesse, I’m fine,” his voice echoed through the space, clearly having not looked up yet. 

“I’m not Jesse, but I’ll give you another guess.” 

A smile crossed your face as you could hear him sigh. “Cyare, what are you doing here?” 

“I have access to every single barrack on this flagship, specifically for this reason,” you said, walking over to get a good look at him as he tried to turn away.

He sighed. “That’s supposed to be for emergencies only.” 

As you sized up his injuries, which included a busted lip, an arm wound that was already bleeding through its bandage, and a black eye, you snorted. “I hate to break it to you babe, but this qualifies. Why aren’t you in the medbay?” 

Despite the fact that the romantic aspects of your relationship with him were still in their infancy, you had known him long enough (and spent enough time alone with him) to know when he was trying to sell you a speeder full of banthashit. And no matter how many cute pet names he called you, or how dreamy he tried to make his eyes look, you weren’t going to let the subject drop. 

���I already went to the medbay,” he said. 

“Really? Because I haven’t seen you, and I’ve been there the whole time since everyone re-boarded.” 

A silence fell across the room as Fives realized his fate. “You all have enough to worry about,” he said softly. “I can take care of myself.” 

“But you don’t have to,” you responded, reaching out to take his hand and help him sit up. He didn’t try and resist, and you hoped that this meant he would allow you to treat him. “At least let me change your bandages and put some bacta gel on your lip. I don’t like to see the people I love hurt like this.” 

Fives nodded, extending his injured arm slightly. As you began to unravel the hastily applied bandages, he spoke. “You love me?” 

I have since the moment we met, your brain said, but you kept those thoughts in. “Yes,” was the simple answer you offered instead. “And I understand if you think things have been moving too fast between us-” 

But you didn’t even get to finish that sentence before he squeezed your hand to cut you off. “I love you too, so much.” A smile broke across your face. “And trust me, if I didn’t have all these injuries right now I’d be kissing you already.” 

“We can get to all that when you’re healed,” you said, slowly wrapping new bandages around the wound on his arm, which looked to be from a blaster. “Just focus on getting better.” 

A pout crossed his face, and you leaned in to place a soft kiss on his cheek, laughing at the way he tried to chase your lips with his own. An idea took hold in your brain, and after you had finished securing the bandages on his arm, you manage to place a small amount of bacta gel on your fingertip without him noticing. Leaning in once more, you smiled as Fives took the bait. Once his lips were puckered, you gently coated them with the bacta gel, and you laughed at the look of reproach he shot you when he realized you weren’t actually going to kiss him. 

 “At least stay with me then,” he said. “You know, just in case my bandages need to be changed again.” 

 “Fives-” 

“Please?” You rolled your eyes playfully as you climbed into the bunk with him, thankful that the GAR-issued cots were actually quite roomy. You couldn’t really resist that request, and he damn well knew that.

Right as you had cuddled up together, there was a knock at the door. “You two better not be doing anything in there!” 

“Shut up Jesse!” You called back, and you could hear his laughter through the wall. 

Things would be okay, especially if you had Fives by your side.

- the end -

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[phoenixkaptain]

Gotta be honest, the idea that Luke wouldn’t send a child alone in an X-wing with only a droid for company is funny to me.

Like, we’re talking about the same Luke, right? The one who spent years bulls-eyeing womp rats and took the experience from that to then blow up the Death Star? The one who was like “This is a trap… I’m gonna walk right into it.” The one who was like “I will rescue my dear friend by waltzing in without a disguise and being as obnoxious as possible.” “How do we get out of this situation? How about we convince these small bear creatures that our droid is a god, that will probably work.” “I know Darth Vader is a murderer who murdered my Ben and is trying to murder me and all, but he is also my dad and therefore I love him.”

Luke would send a child in an X-wing without even fucking thinking about it! Do you REALLY think LUKE SKYWALKER is a reasonable human being?? Are you honestly trying to tell me that this man who has been driving the same fucking ship for like ten years would understand how dangerous it is to put an unsupervised child in a vehicle??? Do you really honestly truly think that Luke knows how to care for children????

You see, a lot of people like to portray Luke as perfect. And this is the same issue I have with people who portray Obi-Wan as perfect, or Yoda, or Mace, or literally any character in all of Star Wars because the whole point is that the are flawed human beings!

But it’s ESPECIALLY egregrious with Luke because I don’t know where any of you got this idea that Luke is a sweet summer child??? This man has a death count of over one million. This man had Seen Some Shit that it is literally impossible not to be affected by. Why do so many people assume that Luke at the end of the Trilogy is the same as Luke at the beginning of the Trilogy? He’s changed! He’s a different person! That’s what makes the Original Trilogy such a good trilogy!! It’s basic storytelling!!! A character canNOT be at the same place mentally as when they began the story, or else it’s not a good story!

But also, I hate the way this colours shipping fics with Luke. Like, listen. There is no ship where Luke should be the straightman of the relationship. Luke Skywalker just is not normal. He’s weird, he’s deranged, he’s so strange; he cannot be a straightman, it just doesn’t work. It’s so completely out of character it isn’t even funny.

The joy of shipping Luke is that every single thing that you can ship Luke with will come out the other sode looking rational.

Han Solo is a smuggler who hangs out with a Wookiee and who does extremely dangerous, stupid shit, but next to Luke?? Rational. Normal. Someone who uses their brain, Luke, take notes-

Din Djarin is a bounty hunter who decided that he would rather destroy an entire group of highly dangerous men than give up the cute kid he just found. But compared to Luke? At least he has equipment on him!

Mara Jade literally was mind-controlled by the Emperor and was Darth Vader’s coworker and was also a Jedi (something that no rational person would be honestly) and even she comes across as normal compared to Luke Skywalker.

I know this is rambly and disjointed and I know people disagree with me, but like??? Yes, I think Luke is great with kids. Yes, I think Luke is a good teacher. Yes, I think Luke is the type of person to wave goodbye as an infant flies off in his warship. I think Luke is the type of person who would throw a child into the air way too high and then catch them. Where did the idea that he’s the responsible parent come from? Luke is teaching infants how to use laser swords, do you REALLY THINK that’s what a responsible parent would do????

[gt-abby]

Echo and Omega

Omega was sitting on the dashboard of the marauder, watching the people of Pabu through the windshield. She wished she could be part of that life again and wondered when the effects of the shrinking would wear off so she could go out and play again- well, as if Hunter will let her.

She heard footsteps on the stairs leading to the hanger of the ship, and guessing by the metallic sound and heaviness, it was Echo, who came into view not long after. He seemed to be looking for something around the ship when he laid eyes on her and a smile grew on his face.

“There you are, I’ve got you something” he said softly as he approached and sat on the chair next to her, rubbing his finger on her hair lightly, though she still felt him slightly pressing her down as he did so.

“What is it?” her eyes shone with anticipation, looking up at his mischievous face as he pulled out something tiny and pink out of his pocket. Omega’s eyes grew as she realized what it was. Echo raised the item up to her, lifting it to her chest level to see if it would fit.

“A dress!” She took it from him and held it out,looking closer at it. It even had embroidery on it, as if made by people of her size.

“Well, will you try it on?” He asked her, pleased that she liked his present.

“Where did you get it?”

“Oh, nothing special, someone was selling doll clothes on the market by the port.” He heard her giggle as she went behind a monitor and changed quickly, walking out soon after with the biggest smile on her face.

“It’s perfect.” She hugged his pointer finger. Echo’s heart melted when he felt her hug. Part of him wished she could stay like this forever, but he knew that would be cruel to her. She’s her own person, after all, and she deserved er freedom, just like every clone should. “Thank you.”

“Aww, it’s nothing.” He chuckled at the sheer cuteness of it all. He wished in all of his heart that he could hug her back, but alas, his other hand wasn’t there anymore.

An idea came to his head and he told her to wait a moment. He got up and walked over to the wall port mainly he used, given he was the only one with a droid arm. Pushing it in, his brain was suddenly filled with all the data of the ship. This always felt weird to him, even if he thought he started getting over it, like he could see, hear and control everything. He chose to change the mood inside the hanger. Music started playing from all over, something calm yet playful. He came back to Omega and held out his hand to her, as if asking her to dance. Omega, full of excitement, graciously accepted and held out her tiny hand and placed it onto his. She began dancing, twirling in place As he held her for support. It was as if everything was normal, and she forgot all about her predicament.

They played like that for what seemed like hours, without getting tired. As if they were completely alone in the galaxy and all of their worries were gone. They almost didn’t feel Hunter walking in, and he watched that unforgettable moment between the two of them as he didn’t have the heart to disturb them.. finally, when Echo turned round, feeling Hunter’s presence, his big smile shrunk when he saw they weren’t alone. Hunter, though, had the biggest smile on his face.

“Please don’t stop on my account.” He said, leaning his body on the metal wall and crossing his arms.

“Hunter!” Omega’s tiny voice squeaked from the dashboard and Echo moved away so they could see each other. “Look, Echo got me a dress! Isn’t it pretty?” She spun in place too show him. Hunter laughed and got closer to see.

“Wow, that’s so nice of you, Echo,” Hunter turned around to look at his cyborg brother, who was blushing slightly. But of course, Hunter could see everything, so he noticed. “It even has tiny embroidery.” Hunter used his finger to brush across Omega’s small figure to feel the tiny stitches. “It’s like it was made just for you, Omega,” Hunter could sense Echo hiding something as he looked away from them. Omega didn’t notice, but Hunter could swear he saw Echo’s blush deepen. Almost like… he made that dress himself.

[vibrantbirdy]

You are so incredibly talented! I love reading all of your works! : )

Could I request a Cal Kestis x female reader (or OC, no preference really). I’ve been super into the game recently and just love his character. Maybe a really strong female character, but she gets flustered by Cal’s confidence, and how much she has grown to like him more than friends. I totally see him being a complete flirt (but still sweet). Haha. I’ve always had this idea that it would be cool for a force user to show someone what it’s like by holding their hand and pulling something to them (like aiding them in using the force). Stupid maybe I don’t know lol, basically Cal being suave and laying it on thick. Fluff, crack, little spice, I’m here for whatever creative piece you get going ❤️

Firstly, thank you for your lovely words! Secondly, yay, Cal! Thank you, I'm glad someone's asked for Cal, this is a cute prompt.

Character x Reader requests are currently open in my Asks. Please read the guidelines first. Masterlist of my fics can be found here.

Title: Proximity Fandom: Star Wars Jedi Fallen Order/Survivor Games Setting: Prior to events of Jedi Survivor Genres: Sci-fi; Romance; Fluff - This is tooth-rotting fluff with a little added spice as requested ;) Warnings: This fic is 18+ so please heed and respect the adult rating. Descriptions of sexual longing/arousal; one scene of strong consensual sex - nothing too descriptive but probably on the borderline of (hopefully still sweet) mild smut. Pairing: Cal Kestis x Female Reader Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Word Count: approx 5.5k (Because I have no self control) Summary: You are an accomplished Coruscanti thief who has been recruited by the Rebel Jedi, Cal Kestis. As you join him and his crew on their adventures aboard the Mantis, you and Cal have to navigate your growing feelings for each other.

You are standing in some Imperial-worshipping Senator's private vault in a bank nestled deep in the heart of Coruscant's palatial financial district. You've just located your prize - a data stick containing the names of high standing political and military figures within the Empire who have Republic, perhaps even Rebel leaning sympathies.

It's the Senator's insurance policy, his get out of jail free card - something he can produce at the eleventh hour in case his unwavering loyalty to the Empire turns out not to be enough to save him from the pull and push of the Imperial tide of oppression swelling across the Galaxy.

You'll sell the data stick to one Rebel faction or another, whoever is willing to pay most for your service in getting information out of Imperial hands and aiding the Rebel's recruitment drive in the process.

You're in the middle of internally congratulating yourself on successfully extracting the data stick from its complex security casing when a male voice, almost conversational in tone, rings out behind you.

"I can't let you leave with that."

Startled, you whirl around to see a man standing no more than a meter away from you. You wonder how long he's been there, watching you.

He has bright ginger hair which is swept back from his face, short at the back and sides, but longer on top and slightly ruffled. His matching red stubble sits on his cheeks, chin, upper-lip and travels up his well-defined jawline to his ears. He is dressed simply in a fawn shirt, dark grey pants, and sturdy brown boots.

A small red and white droid, bipedal, with a flat rectangular head and two photoreceptors, one slightly larger and beadier than the other, hangs almost casually off his shoulder like a pet. It's a BD unit, you think.

Both the man and the droid are rather dirty, but then, so are you after squeezing your way through a maze of dusty ventilation shafts. It makes sense the only possible way they could have gotten in here is the same way you did.

The stranger is holding something metal in his right hand that glints occasionally in the vault's dim security lighting, but you can't quite work out what it is. A weapon?

You raise your blaster.

"Don't!" he shouts, holding out a palm towards you, "The vault is magnetically sealed, if you miss, that bolt's going to cause us both a world of problems."

You raise an eyebrow because one, you already know that, and two...

"Bold of you to assume I'll miss at point blank range," you say levelly.

You keep your weapon trained steadily at the young man's chest.

He adjusts his grip on whatever it is he is holding and a green beam of light extends from the hilt of what you now realise is a lightsaber. A deep thrumming sound resonates around the small chamber.

A Jedi. Great.

You thought they were all extinct after the Emperor's purge. Briefly, childhood memories of evening strolls with your parents past the monumental ziggurat of the Jedi temple glowing golden in the low Coruscanti sun flash through your mind. You remember the thrill of excitement at seeing the Jedi, elegant and regal in their grand robes, lightsabers clinking at their belts as they swept by on important Republic business.

Right now? Here? This is the last place you want to see one.

The light from the blade illuminates the young man's face which, you have to admit, is a rather attractive combination of youthful and rugged. His nose and cheeks are peppered with freckles and his eyes contain green irises so deep in colour that they almost match his blade. A thin, red scar runs almost horizontally across the bridge of his nose, dipping down onto his right cheek. The ghost of a smirk is now playing on his lips and it has the irritating effect of making him more handsome.

You don't know why, but for some reason, you trust him instinctively not to try and cut you in half with that humming beam of hot, vibrating energy. At a stalemate, you lower your blaster. He follows your lead by deactivating the blade of his saber immediately.

"If you make me a good offer, you can have this right now," you say, one hand on your hip, the other waving the data stick in front of him impatiently.

You never like staying on the scene of a job too long and you are starting to feel on edge.

"I've got ... uhhh ... one hundred credits?"

He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly as he speaks. He knows it's a stupidly lowball offer and you scoff loudly to let him know you think so too.

"Look, I know the ISB would pay a lot for information like this but..."

"I don't sell to the Empire," you snarl, cutting him off.

He holds up his hands in a gesture of apology which seems genuine enough. He tries again.

"I really need to get this to a contact in the Mid Rim..."

"The Mid Rim?" you interrupt abruptly, "that's off-world."

"Yeah..." his brow furrows and a slow, quizzical smile spreads across his face at the obviousness of your statement.

You curse yourself for being as predictable as a cheap holo novel. All your life you've lived on Coruscant. You've never been anywhere else. These days, the endless maze of unnatural, lifeless spires and struts and blocks of artificial construction seem to press in and in and in on you so that, despite the sprawling size of the metropolis, it feels like you are living in a tiny metal cage.

Still, this stranger didn't need to know that, and you realise you've given him his angle - a bargaining chip.

"I can't buy it off you," he reasons, "I don't have the credits, but I do have a proposal. Work with me and my crew. It's regular and we're rarely on one world for too long..."

There it is...

You got in here," he continues, gesturing around the vault, "we could use someone with your skill set. And, you get to piss off the Empire in the process."

You consider his offer. You are used to working alone and you don't like the complications that come with relying on others. Trusting anyone is difficult after fending for yourself, all alone, so successfully and for so long....

But with the Empire continuing to close their fist around all aspects of daily life, work was difficult to come by on Coruscant these days. Thieving in the city from Imperial targets in particular was becoming more and more fraught with danger.

While it riled you that he was able to read you so easily, really, what did you have to lose? Because by the Force did you not want to get off Coruscant? Isn't this what you'd been waiting for your whole life? An adventure?

"One job," you counter pragmatically, extending your hand to shake his, "And we'll see how it goes from there."

"Cal Kestis," he introduces himself with a disarmingly friendly smile, "And deal."

*************************************************

One job turns into another then another and another. Weeks turn into months and soon you've been on Cal's ship - well, borrowed ship you had come to learn - the Mantis for nearly half a year.

You've grown close with the crew of the Mantis. Cal, Gabs, Bravo and the two hulking Klatooinine twins, Lizz and Koob. This type of camaraderie is new to you. You really thought you'd struggle with it, that your independent nature would rail against the confines of living in close quarters with ship mates and fitting your own whims and desires and wants around others. In reality, you've never felt more at home. You didn't realise how lonely you had become before.

And the missions you run with the crew are exhilarating. This new life is so much more than just pilfering here and there from the Empire. You feel like you are really making a difference, like you're spitting directly in the face of the Imperial machine with every job. You feel like a Rebel.

It's not all sabotage and espionage and fighting Stormtroopers though. Off duty, life on the Mantis is mainly based around friendly joshing and winding each other up. And the dull minutiae of life still goes on.

Like now.

You and Cal are patching up the Mantis while the others are out on a supply run. You are currently crouched on your haunches so that the service hatch you are examining on one of the walls inside the ship is at eye level.

Cal is stood behind you, arms folded across his chest. You've been arguing good naturedly about what the problem is with the engine cooling system for an hour and you are now impatiently waiting for BD-1 to finish his scan to find out which one of you is right.

The little droid crawls out from the tangle of wires and gives you little nod and a boop of approval. You pat BD on his rectangular head and he scurries up your arm and on to your shoulder.

"I told you that was the problem," you say, craning your neck to look up at Cal with a triumphant grin.

You gesture to the wiring tool in his hand.

"Give that to me, I'll do it."

The Jedi looks down at the small instrument in his hand then tosses it up in the air and catches it again. He has that mischievous look on his face, the one you've learned to recognise as a sign that he's about to do something really annoying.

"Kestis..." you warn standing up, unable to stop your lips curling into a smile.

You make a lunge for the tool in his hand, but he's too quick. In a flash, he's holding it up above his head. Cal is almost a head taller than you and there's no way you can reach that high, even when you stretch up onto your tiptoes.

Instead, you decide to play dirty. You jab him hard in both his sides with your fingers where you know he's ticklish. He makes a funny sort of snorting noise in surprise and his hand drops for long enough that you manage to snatch the tool from him and make off with it at great speed.

Cal darts after you, both of you careering in to the kitchen of the Mantis, the thud and scrape of your boots on the ship's durasteel grated floor ringing throughout the ship in chorus with your laughter.

BD-1 takes this opportunity to leap of your shoulder and onto the kitchen table with an indignant whirr, determined not to get involved in this organic tomfoolery.

Cal is on you in seconds. He grabs you around the middle and lifts you off the ground with ease, spinning you around and deliberately tickling you in between making grabs for the wiring tool.

You squeal and let out perhaps the most ridiculous giggle to ever escape your mouth. You can't let him get away with forcing you to make a noise like that so you elbow him in the stomach. It's only a gentle prod really, but it's enough to make him grunt and let go of you.

As Cal doubles over, winded, you sprint back around to the opposite side of kitchen table holding the instrument aloft and performing a little victory dance.

Across the table, Cal straightens and, with a cocky look on his face, he stretches his arm out towards you. You stumble forwards slightly as if pulled forwards by an invisible rope tied around your wrist as he uses the Force to tear the tool easily out of your hand and bring it flying through the air to rest in his own outstretched palm.

"That's cheating!" you say, breathlessly.

Despite your half-hearted admonishment, in reality, you're delighted. And you're certain Cal knows it. The more time you spend with him, the more that old fascination you held as a child with the strange powers of the Jedi has returned. You are always enchanted by Cal's displays of Force ability.

"Alright kids, we almost ready to go?" Gabs' voice echoing through from the Mantis' doorway signals the return of the others.

Cal shrugs at you and you both grin, panting from your exertions. Keeping his green eyes locked on yours, he backs casually towards the door to help Gabs and the others load up the supply crates. Just before he exits the ship, he tosses the wiring tool to you underarm and you catch it with an elaborate flourish and twirl that makes him laugh.

You return to your work fixing the Mantis's cooling system with BD-1. You try to concentrate, but you feel slightly giddy. You can still feel Cal's strong arms against your body as if they remain wrapped around you. His masculine scent, pleasant and earthy and fresh like petrichor, seems to linger in your proximity and on your skin.

BD-1 tries his best to keep you right. He trills or nudges you every so often either to correct your wiring or to encourage you to stop staring into space with that inane, absent-minded smile.

When you lie in your cot bed that night, the hum of the Mantis' hyperdrive lulls you into a comfortable drowsiness and your thoughts return, unbidden, to Cal.

Over the past few months, it's like the very idea of him nestled deep into your brain and now refuses to budge. Every morning when you wake, you look forward to the sight of his honest, open, expressive face. The warmth of his slightly crooked smile. The way his red brows arch when he finds something funny before he squeezes his eyes shut so tight that they crinkle at the corners as he throws back his head, letting out peels of joyful, open-mouthed laughter.

Even when he has those strange moments of quiet introspection which you don't quite understand yet, you find it hard not to watch him. You can't help it, even although you sometimes feel like you are intruding on a private, sacred moment of reflection. It's always the same. His eyes glaze over as he stares out into the distance at nothing, a muscle works in his chiselled jaw, and then his head drops as if in dignified, melancholic prayer. These periods never last too long - not when he has a crew to lead.

There's no point in denying it anymore, at least not to yourself anyway. Your feelings for Cal go beyond comradeship; beyond friendship. And a hopeful notion has formed in your head that he might actually feel the same way about you.

It's both frightening and exhilarating at the same time.

A sudden heat blooms deep within your very core and rises in your cheeks as your mind conjures the image, no, the feeling of Cal's solid, toned body, pressed against yours in a feverish, impassioned embrace, your limbs entwined, fingers woven tightly through the flames of his red hair

Force, you want him.

You place a palm against the cool durasteel wall above your head that separates your room from the Jedi's. You wonder what he's thinking of on the other side of the thin sheet of metal.

****************************************

Cal Kestis can't sleep. Like most Jedi, he can't actually read the thoughts of others, but his connection to the Force allows him to feel the emotions and state of mind of those around him.

Over the past few months, the Jedi has noticed your feelings for him blossoming into something more than friendship, mirroring the growth of his own affections for you.

But tonight, Cal can sense that something in your emotional frequency has changed. Evolved. A clarity, a new and vigorous and glorious certainty in your desire for him radiates incandescent through the Force. It's like the smouldering embers of a fire have ignited into a ferocious blaze.

As the feeling permeates through the thin sheet-metal wall dividing you, the intensity of it, the heat of it, drives him crazy. He wants to rip through the flimsy partition separating you and give you everything you want from him and more. His whole body is aflame with almost painful arousal and he is aching to bring himself release.

Cal resists, teetering on the very edge of giving himself over to his desire. Is this voyeuristic? Is he trespassing? Crossing some unspoken line? Should he be trying to block you out? He doesn't know.

The Jedi hisses through his teeth in frustration. Reluctantly, he rolls out of bed and, sinking to his knees on the floor, surrenders himself to the Force in search of whatever temporary solace he can find in meditation.

Even as he does so, he knows that the only real relief he'll be able to get now is if he can find it with you.

***************************************

The crew of the Mantis are taking some time to rest after a run of particularly eventful jobs. You've landed on the quiet world of Brax at the edge of the Mid Rim. It's a beautiful, lush planet adorned with meadows of wildflowers, glassy lakes and sprawling coniferous forests.

Everyone is making the most of their down time.

Gabs and Bravo have gone off for a hike in the nearby woods.

BD-1 is having a well earned oil bath on the Mantis.

The twins are snoozing in the meadow amongst the flowers. When you'd crept past them earlier, you'd smiled fondly - the peaceful serenity on their faces was such an odd juxtaposition to their usual chaotic enthusiasm for life.

Having successfully sneaked past Lizz and Koob without waking them, you are now sitting atop a large slab of rock which juts up and out of the meadow. You alternate between admiring the view of the lake and cleaning your blaster.

It is a warm day, but a gentle cooling breeze keeps the heat at bay. A gust suddenly whips up the heady, sweet smell of wildflowers all around you. For some reason the scent triggers something inside you, your heart suddenly full to bursting with a strange concoction of melancholy and joy.

To think that all this beauty, all this Galaxy was just out here, waiting, your whole life. And if you'd never met Cal, you might still be crawling through filthy ventilation shafts smelling of metal and damp and darkness just to get by on Coruscant.

You are just about ready to reassemble your weapon when you look up from your task towards where the Jedi is meditating with his back to you. He's kneeling a few meters in front of you on the sandy shore by the still water. You always think it's strange how he chooses to sit on his knees, rather than cross-legged. It looks uncomfortable to you, but he seems to be able to sit like that for anywhere up to an hour. Maybe you'll ask him about it one day.

Cal is shirtless. Even from here, you can see the freckles littered like celestial constellations across his strong back and down his broad shoulders and muscled arms. You take the opportunity to admire the outlines and angles of his taut, athletic body.

You start as the Jedi begins to stand. You'd rather not get caught staring at him quite so openly and you quickly shift your gaze back to your blaster which is still in its various component parts.

Cal turns and advances towards you up the beach and onto the grassy meadow. You pretend not to have noticed him at all, but you keep catching glimpses of him in your peripheral vision. He walks a few paces, then stops and looks around as if he's searching for something on the ground. Then he crouches down. He does this several times.

What is he up to?

"Hey," Cal says casually as he finally wanders over to you.

He has to crane his neck to speak to you, perched as you are on top of your rock, and use a hand to shield his eyes from the sun. He's hiding something behind his back you realise.

"Oh, hey," you reply, as if you're surprised to see him there.

He pulls his hand from behind his back and reaches up to you. In his grasp is a bunch of wildflowers, beautiful pastel blues and pinks and purples.

You exclaim softly in surprise, a rather giddy sound that makes Cal beam up at you. As you take the blooms from him, his fingertips, calloused and tough from years of wielding a weapon in combat, brush gently against your hand. Even that small touch feels like a spark of electricity arching between you.

"See you at dinner," he says, and he's clearly pleased with himself as he retreats towards the Mantis, head held high, a jaunt in his step.

As you twist in your seated position to watch him disappear into the ship, you realise you were so enchanted by the gesture that you forgot to say thank you.

That's the thing about Cal Kestis. He's completely disarming. He has a rare, effortless charisma and an easy, flirtatious way about him that is somehow both sweet and suave at the same time. Few men you've met have ever managed to render you so flustered.

You look down at the delicate blooms in your hand and bring them to your nose, inhaling their fresh scent. Smiling to yourself, you shake loose the functional way you usually wear your hair to keep it out of your face and retie it, carefully weaving the wildflowers that Cal has picked for you through your locks.

When you come in for dinner - Bravo's turn to cook - Cal is already sitting at the kitchen table. He looks up and inclines his head to the side as he takes you in, his eyes widening. You blush furiously to see the genuine pleasure at the sight of you and your decorated hair written so openly on his face.

Amid the usual convivial hubbub and chaos of dinner in the Mantis' kitchen, you and Cal steal glances at each other across the table.

**********************************************

That evening, the moon is low and yellow in Brax's dark sky, hanging like a ball of golden light above the lake. You have an hour or so before you all depart for a rendezvous with a contact on Naboo. It's the twins' turn to do pre-flight checks and you find yourself on the shores of the water, skimming stones with Cal to kill time.

Before joining the crew of the Mantis you'd never skimmed a stone in your life. Not many places to do that on Coruscant. But Gabs in particular is an ace at it and she's taught you well.

Cal spots a likely candidate for his next projectile and he brings it flying casually into his hand using his Jedi abilities.

"What does it feel like like?" You ask, suddenly.

Cal smiles at you, seemingly understanding that you are talking about the Force. He hesitates for a second, looking down at the stone in his open palm. Then he places it back on the ground in an obvious position, nestled in the sand a few feet in front of you, and moves round to stand behind you.

He's so close you can feel his heart beating against his chest. Instinctively, you lean back into him, enjoying the safe feeling that his nearness gives you, and the warmth of his body against yours in the chill night air.

"It's time for instruction," he says softly.

He's said that phrase before when he's showing anyone how to do something new. You've come to understand that it's a fond impression of his late Master's dignified voice - a touching habit you've always thought.

Tonight it sounds different. His tone is light and teasing, but the smirk you can hear as he speaks makes the words sound almost seductive in a way that causes something to flip then tighten in the pit of your abdomen.

"Hold out your hand."

You extend your right arm, holding your palm outwards as you've seen Cal do many times. He places his own palm against the back of your hand and interlocks his fingers with yours.

His other hand comes to rest at your waist, pulling you ever so slightly closer into him. He doesn't need to put it there and you both know it. Nor does he need to rest his chin on your left shoulder, so close to your cheek that his stubble almost tickles your skin.

Yet you can tell that you are both revelling in this rare, private opportunity for proximity between the two of you, and it is as thrilling as it is maddening.

"Focus. Breathe."

You realise you've been holding your breath. You feel Cal's chest rising and falling against your back and you match your own breathing in time with his. You can't help but notice it's at a slightly elevated pace.

"See the stone in your hand."

You nod and exhale, your eyes boring into the rock as if you really are going to levitate it yourself. You try and fail to stifle a sudden giggle at the ridiculousness of such an idea.

"Concentrate," Cal scolds quietly in your ear but you can hear the smile in his voice as the hand round your waist tightens its grip ever so slightly.

"I am," you mutter, but it's only half true.

You wonder if it's just your imagination, but in the seconds that follow, you think you can feel an deep, vibration flowing through Cal and passing through his body and into yours, binding your lifeforces together.

The rock flies so suddenly into your palm that you jump. You just about remember to close your fingers around the stone's cool, smooth surface as you shout out in surprise and delight. Cal lets out a good-natured laugh at your reaction and you glow as it rumbles through his whole body and yours.

You've just made up your mind to twist around in his arms kiss him when BD-1 comes running through the grass at great speed on his little legs, beeping and chirping urgently.

"Ok buddy, ok, we're coming," Cal says kindly to the little droid, but you can hear the exasperation at the untimely interruption in his voice.

*******************************************

Course set, the Mantis is travelling at lightspeed and, nestled safely in the cradle of the hyperlane, you will probably make it to Naboo in about six hours.

You suspect the rest of the crew are all sleeping soundly. The Mantis takes care of herself for the most part when travelling through hyperspace. With the life you lead, the importance of catching rest when you can cannot be underestimated.

You, however, cannot sleep. Thoughts of Cal and your interrupted moment by the lake race through your mind. The wildflowers he gave you are still in your hair and every so often you catch the ghost of their aroma, reminding you of your almost idyllic day on Brax.

You sigh and drag yourself out of bed, deciding to go and sit in the empty cockpit of the Mantis for a while and watch the stars race by as you hurtle through the hyperlane. Although it should really be frightening, you love to watch great swathes of the Galaxy disappear in a flash before your eyes as the Mantis catapults through space. It's a novel experience for you still - being off Coruscant, light speed travel, new worlds.

You wave your hand over the control and the door to your room hisses open. You jump to see a figure already standing there in the corridor. With a jolt of excitement, and with a strange feeling that you've summoned him somehow, you realise that it's Cal.

"Uh, hi.."

You don't let him get more than two words into his sentence. You grab him roughly by the front of his loose night shirt - which is slung low, revealing tufts of ginger hair on his chest and the elegant lines of his collarbone - and pull him into a deep kiss.

Not breaking away from your lips, and hardly hesitating, he picks you with almost alarming ease. You wrap your legs around his waist and curl your fingers in his red hair as he carries you back into your quarters. He places you up onto your workbench situated against the opposite wall as the door slides closed behind you.

"You look so pretty with those flowers in your hair," he mumbles into your neck you shiver with pleasure as his mouth brushes against your skin as he talks.

"Yes, it's a shame you're about to make such a mess of me," you whisper into his ear.

He pulls back to stare at you for a moment, green eyes wide as if dumbfounded by your forwardness. His delighted, slack-jawed expression forces a loud giggle from deep within you.

"Shhh," Cal warns emphatically, keenly aware of the proximity of the rest of the crew and how thin the walls of the Mantis are. He presses a kiss to your mouth in an attempt to silence your outburst, but you can feel his body shake with his own barely contained laughter as he grins against your lips.

Once your stifled mirth subsides, you hastily start to undress each other. You barely have time to appreciate the now naked, muscular form of the Jedi before you, when, in his enthusiasm to remove it, Cal accidentally rips your flimsy night dress away from your body. As it comes apart in his hands, the fabric makes a loud tearing sound, louder even perhaps than that of your previous bouts of laughter. You both freeze, as if anticipating someone will burst through the door and catch you in this compromising position, before dissolving into poorly restrained giggles again.

As he drinks in the sight of your body, Cal's expression changes into something primal. His brows knit together as if he is trying to understand how you could possibly be sitting in front of him like this. Then, his pupils dilate and his nostrils flare before he crashes his mouth back down on to yours into a deliciously rough kiss.

You don't move from your position on your workbench, and you coil your legs around Cal as tight as you can as he starts to move in you. The pace is urgent. You don't mind. There'll be opportunities for languid and gentle love-making in the future. Right now, this is a matter of need for both of you. The cord of tension that has been tightening between you for months finally snapping in a glorious, frenzied, explosion of mutual lust.

As his pace increases and his movements start to become uncoordinated, Cal moves a hand down between your bodies, splaying his palm against you, and settling the pad of his thumb between your legs at the very place you most need it to be.

At this, your hand which was tangled in his flaming hair flies down to join the other at his back and he growls as you claw your fingers in to his flesh between his shoulder blades.

You press your lips hard into his shoulder to muffle your cries as you approach your peak and then, suddenly, you are crashing over the edge and seeing stars. You gasp out his name, over and over, open mouthed and breathy against his ear.

This, combined with the sensation of your body in rapture, sends Cal hurtling towards his own oblivion. You cling to him while the great, strong muscles all over his body tense and release, and he lets out a long, shuddering groan into your neck that is almost a whimper.

The sight of him, the sound of him falling apart in front of you is beautiful.

Once you've both caught your breath, Cal lifts you gently off the table, and carries you to your tiny, single cot bed. You manage to position yourselves fairly comfortably in the snug space by lying on your sides. The Jedi has one arm laced underneath you with the other slung over your waist, hand resting on your stomach and holding you close to his warm chest.

As you are lulled almost into a doze by the sound and feel of his slow and steady heartbeat, you take in the rather sorry sight of the flowers which once bejewelled your hair, now scattered in ruin across the functional durasteel floor.

"I told you those flowers wouldn't last," you muse drowsily.

Propping himself up on one elbow, Cal removes his hand from your waist and reaches out his arm, palm splayed open. A blue bell flower, stem and petals astonishingly still intact- a brave survivor of the onslaught of urgent hands through your hair - floats lazily up from the floor and towards you on the bed.

Cal plucks it out of the air and gently weaves the bloom into your locks just above your ear. Then, he kisses you gently on the cheek and then on your shoulder, his beard tickling your skin, before sinking back down on to his side and resuming his previous position curled comfortingly around you.

For some reason, despite the eroticism of what you've just done together, this sweet gesture makes you flush disproportionately and you feel your cheeks turning pink.

You're starting to realise, perhaps hope, that the heady feeling of being slightly flustered in Cal Kestis' proximity might never go away.

[chaos-chloe]

Not Clooless Anymore

Summary: Fairly Clooless part2

TW: Cute moments, flirting, lmk if i missed anything

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue over the Texas landscape, painting the Texas sky with brilliant shades of orange and purple. I stepped out of my car, feeling the warm evening air kiss my toasty skin. I stood outside the familiar neon lights of Waffle House, a sense of excitement bubbling within my body. The day had been filled with the delightful chaos of the Texas fair—blaring music, the intoxicating aroma, and rides that twisted and turned like my own thoughts and insecurities.

The Texas fair had been a whirlwind of laughter, cotton candy, and the thrilling rush of adrenaline, but now, the promise of crispy waffles, cheesy hash browns, and the company oF the boys made my heart flutter in anticipation.

I checked my phone, squinting in the twilight to see if the others were here. It wasn’t long before I spotted Droid’s unmistakable truck rolling into the parking lot, followed closely by Puffer and Grizzy in their flashy Sedans. And then, like a flash of dark thunder, Pezzy roared into view on his sleek black motorcycle, the engine’s purr blending in with the fading sounds of the fair.

"Hey, ___!" Grizzy shouted as he bounded over from his car, excitement practically radiating from him like the setting sun behind them. He wore his trademark grin, one that always made situations feel a little brighter.

“____! Over here!” Droid called, tossing her a casual wave as he parked his truck. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of the boys, my grin widening as they hopped out of their cars, laughter spilling out into the cooling evening air.

“Did anyone win a stuffed animal?” I asked, turning to see Droid, who was carrying a massive teddy bear tucked under his arm. I also noticed a big push toy poking out from the backseat of Grizzy’s car. “Grizzy! Did you get the giant stuffed bear?” I asked teasing with a gentle smile

“Uh, yeah. That’s a trophy for winning at life,” he replied with a playful smirk. “Meet Mr. Snuggly and I have a gift for you in the back of my car.” Droid winked at me

“Nah, I went for the goldfish instead!” he laughed, knowing full well that it was just a way to mess with me. Knowing Grizzy, he’d surely end up with a life-sized inflatable T-Rex instead.

“Didn’t think you’d show up!” Puffer teased as he approached me first, giving me a quick hug before making room for the others.

Droid approached, his casual stride and laid-back charm eliciting a warm sense of familiarity in my bones that felt like home. He ruffled my hair as he passed by, a brotherly gesture that inevitably made me roll my ___ eyes. “Thought I’d find you guys here. Ready to drown ourselves in waffles?” 

“Please, like I could resist waffles after a long day of overpriced snacks and rides! Plus, I have to stay fuelled for our late-night shenanigans after the stunts I pulled tonight!” I Laughed, my spirits higher than ever tonight.

“I know exactly what you mean. I still feel sick from that funnel cake!” Grizzy added dramatically, placing a hand on his stomach as he leaned against the wall of the diner. “But nothing a plate of hash browns can’t fix, right?”

Droid and Puffer exchanged knowing glances, always amused by their friend’s antics. And as Pezzy strolled over, kicking his kickstand down with a flourish, I felt a flutter in my chest that I couldn’t quite explain.

“Did you guys see the fireworks?” Pezzy chimed in, a little more quietly than the others, his gaze quickly flitting back to mine, a fleeting connection that made my stomach flutter, but I brushed it off. 'It’s just post-fair magic,’ I thought, trying not to read too much into it. 

“Yeah, they were incredible! But honestly, now I just want to eat pancakes until I explode,” Puffer quipped, slapping Grizzy on the back as they made their way toward the entrance.

“Hey, ____,” Pezzy said, flashing me a bright smile that sent butterflies dancing through my stomach. “You ready for some real food? I actually have a craving for that Texas cheesesteak omelet, but I can be persuaded for anything covered in syrup.”

“Totally! I’m with you on that one,” Ireplied, unable to contain her enthusiasm. “Waffles topped with ice cream—now that’s a Texas masterpiece.”

As they entered Waffle House, the warm scent enveloped them. The air was permeated with the irresistible smell of butter and syrup, a scent that was so deeply woven into their memories of late-night adventures and shared laughter.The interior was filled with the comforting chatter of other late-night diners and the sizzle of food cooking on the grill. 

They slid into a booth they chose was cozy—wooden and a bit worn-in, the kind of place that felt like home. ___ slid into the middle seat, Droid to her left, and Pezzy to her right, the perfect configuration for subtle glances and stolen moments, the latter of whom took a deep breath as he subtly nudged closer to her. Grizzy and Puffer settled opposite them, already debating their orders in playful retorts.

“Okay, what's everyone ordering?” ___ asked, tone bubbly as she flipped through the laminated menu, pretending not to notice Pezzy’s growing nervousness.

Pezzy took a deep breath as he watched ___, a flicker of hope sparking in his chest. He’d never had the courage to tell her about his crush, but every casual remark felt layered with an unspoken affection that he wanted to express. He fiddled with his menu, glancing back at her, nervously biting his lip. 

“Definitely the hash browns—it’s the best way to start,”Grizzy declared, and the group followed suit, their laughter echoing around the diner as they decided on their meals.

“Why not try the All-Star Special?” Pezzy suggested, leaning a bit closer as he flashed her another dazzling smile. “You can get everything—waffles, eggs, bacon, and still have room for more!”

“Same!” Puffer joined in. “But I’m adding extra bacon. Gotta live large after all those funnel cakes.”

“___! What are you getting?” he blurted out, desperately trying to sound casual.

“I think I might go with the classic waffle, loaded with strawberries,” she grinned, unaware of the fluttering competition swirling around in Pezzy's stomach. 

“Those berries will definitely sweeten up your already sweet personality,” Pezzy said, attempting to keep his tone light but feeling his cheeks slightly heat up. ___ felt her cheeks warm under his gaze. “You have a point! I think I’ll take you up on that,” she replied, her heart racing in ways it hadn’t before.

“Alright, alright,” Droid interjected, breaking Pezzy's moment of hesitance with a calm, brotherly energy. “Let’s order before it gets too crowded in here.” The waitress approached, and as they squabble about orders, Pezzy felt his heart race while stealing glances at ___'s animated expressions.

“Alright, who’s ordering first?” Puffer asked, leaning dramatically over the table like a showman.

As the waiter approached to take their order, ___ felt Pezzy’s slight tension radiating next to her. She could almost feel his thoughts swirling; she glanced at him just as he took a deep breath, his eyes almost playful yet glazed with determination.

“Uh, I’ll also have the All-Star Special, but can you add a side of, um,” he fumbled, his cheeks slightly pinking, “a side of your heart?” 

Puffer almost choked on his drink, and Droid smirked, shaking his head. “Smooth, Pezzy, real smooth.”

___ couldn’t help but laugh, the warmth spreading through her again as she met Pezzy’s gaze. “Clever. But maybe let’s stick to just waffles for now?”

The table erupted with laughter, the sound of friendship filling the air as they made fun of Pezzy’s attempt—a lighthearted bond wrapped in unadulterated joy.

With their orders placed and the waitress retreating, the table erupted into a flurry of conversations, stories, and laughter. Grizzy and Puffer continued their playful banter, while Droid and ___shared fond memories of their previous discord hangouts. As they waited for their food, the chatter flowed as freely as the sweet syrup they’d soon douse their waffles in. Stories of fair rides, a debate on who could eat the most hash browns, and endless laughter echoed within the little booth. ___ caught Droid rolling his eyes, while Grizzy animatedly recreated the fair's biggest ride. 

And then there was Pezzy, who seemed lost in the moment, glancing at ___ with a goofy smile. He was trying so hard not to come off as nervous that it was endearing. 

As their orders arrived, the table transformed into a feast of colors and aromas. The sight of sizzling waffles, golden-brown hash browns, and fluffy omelets was enough to summon quickened appetites.

“Girls first!” Puffer declared, gesturing dramatically towards ___ and Grizzy. “Let’s see how fast you can demolish that plate!”

“Challenge accepted!” ___ grinned back as Pezzy chuckled beside her, the energy of the room buzzing with laughter and chatter.

As they dived into their meals, ___ caught Pezzy stealing glances her way. Every time she met his gaze, they shared unspoken moments of connection—a tentative dance of burgeoning feelings that neither of them dared to voice

“Hey, ____,” Pezzy finally said, his voice breaking through the noise. “You’ve been doing really well in school. I mean, I've always thought you were pretty amazing, like, really driven.”

“Thanks, Pezzy! That means a lot coming from you,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with genuine warmth.

“Let’s make a pact,” Droid said, forcing the mood to shift. “Next time we hit the fair, we’ll take our own car, and anyone who loses at the games pays for the next Waffle House trip!”

“Deal!” they all cheered, the lighthearted banter continuing late into the evening, making plans for the next fun night together.

“Cheers to fair days and waffle nights!” Droid raised his mug of iced tea, and the others followed suit, all clinking their drinks together.

“Here’s to late night shenanigans!” ____ added with a laugh, glancing over at Pezzy, who looked more relaxed now, joy blooming behind his eyes.

“Next year, we should try the Ferris wheel together. Just us,” he suggested, his voice softening as he glanced away, a hint of shyness creeping into his tone.

“You’re on!” ____ replied, heart racing with the implications of his words. The night felt electric, filled with chances and possibilities, their friendship slowly unfolding into something more beautiful.

As midnight crept closer, they finished their meals with promises of more adventures, laughter still alive in the air like the smell of waffles and syrup. The friendships lingered, intertwined with new beginnings, with warm friendship and the exhilarating thrill of something deeper brewing just beneath the surface.

So as they stepped back out into the starry Texas night, ___ felt grateful for the journey they all shared, knowing the sun might set on one adventure, but it always rose on another—with the possibility of newfound connections, tender moments, and, of course, more late-night Waffle House escapades.

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

A Fresh Start [4]

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Warnings: use of fake name, reader’s on the run, grogu is a menace

Word Count: 3,160

Summary: When you made plans for your future they never involved being hired by a Mandalorian to baby-sit his adorable, green gremlin of a child. However, after your life fell apart in the span of one disastrous night,  you found it to be the only feasible option you had left. Nevarro was a  far cry from Coruscant, but the thriving community turned out to be  exactly what you needed. Every day you spend in Nevarro you fall more  and more in love with your new life, but when your past rears its ugly  head you find that perhaps peace wasn’t meant for everyone.

Ch. #04: MAYFELD DIDN’T MEAN TO STEP ON HIM

Chapter Summary: As acting Deputy for the day, you keep the city safe by watching the Marshal crawl out of a hole in the wall.

     “Taking time to do nothing often brings everything into perspective.” ⏤Doe Zantamata  

  This was the first time you had ever walked the city streets with Mando, you realized. Up until now, you’d explore the sights of Nevarro with Grogu or Nima, and it’d be during his work hours. Nobody seemed caught off guard by the silver beskar warrior, which made sense considering this was his city, but it was still odd that all the attention drifting your way was to greet the man beside you eagerly. Mando always returned the greetings with a simple nod of his head.  Walking beside him, you felt weirdly safe. Not that you didn’t feel safe walking these streets alone, but being side by side with a Mandalorian brought a sense of confidence. You doubted there was a soul in the universe who would willingly start a fight up with the man beside you.

 Both of you walked a step behind Grogu’s pram. He was mumbling to himself while playing with the stuffed, blue frog. Around all of you, the street was decorated with bright flowers and banners. Each side was lined with various stalls selling every kind of item you could think of and from the looks of it the stalls went all the way up the street to the plaza in front of the Magistrate building.

 “Does this happen every weekend?” You asked.

 “Not every weekend. Just once a month. Karga is trying to increase that though.”

 You continued to gaze around, waving at the vendors who waved at you, “Where I lived in the city, we had a marketplace this size that stuck around all the time, but it wasn’t as fun as this. In fact, I’d describe it less as cute and cheery, and more dangerous and shady.” You glanced toward Mando. “I’m pretty sure someone got mugged there daily.”

 “Did you live there alone?” Mando asked.

 “Mhmm. I have some family in Naboo still, but I lived alone on Coruscant. Tatooine too.”

 “Mos Espa, right?” You nodded in response. Mando continued. “That’s quite the change. What took you to Tatooine in the first place?”

 One of the last patients you treated had told you about Tatooine. He said Mos Espa was a desert hell scape that lowlifes and runaways called home because they belonged to no other world in the universe. Needless to say, he hadn’t been a fan and he had a scud experience there. It hadn’t been a revolutionary conversation, but for some reason it stuck in your brain. So, when your life spiraled out of control, and you decided to make a run for it, that was where you went.

 You were a lowlife and a runaway, and you didn’t belong anywhere anymore.

 “A friend told me it was a fun place to live.” You shrugged.

 Mando shook his head, “I’m not sure that person should be called a friend if they sent you to that corner of the universe.”

 “Bright eyes!” The sudden new voice startled you. Grogu dropped his stuffed toy at the sound and immediately lifted his arms. Seconds later, an older woman with bushy, curly hair stormed up with an ankle tall, one eyed droid stumbling around her ankles. Her face was decorated with a wide grin as she spoke directly to the child. “Oh, how I’ve missed you!” She scooped him up. “Your father has been keeping you from me.”

 “You were literally the one who suggested I hire someone to watch him.” Mando sighed.

 “Don’t you start with those excuses, tin man.” She snapped.

 Mando motioned to the woman. “This is Peli. Peli, this is Soran.”

 “Oh!” Your eyes widened, recognizing the name, “It’s nice to meet you. Nima has told me so much about you. She idolizes you.”

 Peli bounced Grogu on her hip. “She’s a good kid. Just don’t tell her I told you that.” It seemed like Nima hadn’t exaggerated in any of the stories she told you. “Now, I’m taking the kid.” Peli lightly kicked the droid. “Get the pram!”

 Without another word, you watched as the woman walked away with Grogu and her droid dragged the pram beside her. You turned your head to look up at Mando who was shaking his head. “Um, I think your child was just kidnapped.”

 “Fighting Peli isn’t worth the energy.”

 Music wafted through the air, mingling with the smell of food and sweets, and the crowd drifted around the both of you. Mando and you were just standing in the middle of the street now⏤ childless. Before, you at least had Grogu with you, but now you were alone with him. No adorable babbling to break up the awkward silences. Mando suddenly began to walk once more, and your eyes momentarily widened before keeping up with him.

 “Can I ask you something probably considered personal?” You blurted. Mando glanced at you briefly before nodding. “Did you really used to be a bounty hunter?” His steps faltered and he did a double take toward you. Nervously, you held your hands up in surrender. “Sorry.”

 “No, no. I’m not upset.” Mando replied. “I just… It caught me off guard. I thought everyone already knew that.”

 “Oh,” You grinned, “Well, Nima did tell me you were, but Nima tells me a lot of things. Only 60% ends up being true.” Mando let out a soft chuckle and nod. “So, that’s a yes then?”

 “Yes, I was.”

 “Why’d you stop?”

 “This job, I suppose.” Mando shrugged. The two of you paused so a set of people could carry armfuls of boxes across the path. “I was still taking bounties with Grogu at one time, to afford fuel and supplies, but I haven’t picked up a bounty since settling here.”

 You nodded. The moment the path cleared you both began walking again. A woman held out an arm draped in thick scarves she was selling, and you politely shook your head and stepped past her. You cleared your throat. “I have another personal question⏤”

 “You can ask anything you want, cyar’ika.” Mando interrupted you. You didn’t recognize the word at the end of his sentence. Though the accent made you believe it to be Mando’a. The tone he held conveyed a friendly air that settled any remaining nerves you had at the moment. Your lips curled up in a broad smile at him. Mando stiffly rolled his shoulders with a muted cough. “Go on.”

 “How did you and Grogu meet?” You asked. “I know you adopted him, obviously, but was it at birth or…”

 Mando tilted his head with a light huff. “He was a quarry actually. I was hired to pick him up and deliver him to a man here in Nevarro.” His words made you wonder what meeting that version of Mando would be like. “While bringing him here, he saved my life.”

 “Aw, so you never turned him in?”

 “No, I did.”

 “Oh.” You blurted in surprise. “Huh.”

 Mando paused at the edge of the street and you did the same. You had reached the mouth of the plaza where a band stood off to the side playing music as the townspeople shopped at the vendors perched around the circular space.

 “But I did come back for him.” Mando finished. “I should’ve never left him in the first place. It was a mistake.”

 “It sounds like you more than redeemed yourself.” You replied. He turned his head to stare at you, and this time you stared back in hopes that you could gauge something through the black glass of his visor. He was better at holding your gaze though because it only took seconds before you had to glance away. “It’s just obvious Grogu loves you like crazy, and he’s a great kid which is a testament to the guy raising him.”

 “Thank you.” Mando hummed. The two of you stood side by side in silence, but this one wasn't awkward. It was comfortable, and you could just enjoy the bubble of laughter, music, and chatter that surrounded you. Mando motioned across the plaza and you followed his hand to where a dark skinned man in elegant red and gold robes stood speaking to a few others. “Have you met Karga yet?”

 “High Magistrate Karga? The guy, you know, running Nevarro?” You shook your head with a disbelieving laugh. “No. He always seemed a bit busy for me to suddenly stop and introduce myself.”

 “Come on.” Mando chuckled. He set his hand on your upper back and led you closer to the large, busy building. If eyes hadn’t been on you before when you were walking side by side with the Mandalorian, they certainly were now as you grew closer and closer to the High Magistrate. When you were a few feet away, Karga’s eyes glanced over and his face brightened. He stepped away from the people he was speaking to so he could meet you halfway. “Karga.”

 “Mando!” He greeted, holding out an arm. Mando pulled his hand away from your back to return the greeting. Karga’s eyes drifted to you with a smile. “And who is this beautiful, young woman?”

 “Hi, I’m Soran. It’s very nice to meet you, sir.” You replied.

 “Please, no need for the formalities.” Karga laughed. “Any friend of Mando’s is a friend of mine. I believe I’ve seen you around some. You’re no traveler here, correct?”

 You shook your head. “No. I moved in with Mando.” Karga’s eyes momentarily widened and you held a hand out to clarify. “As his nanny⏤ Grogu’s nanny. I’m Grogu’s nanny.”

 “Ah!” Karga laughed. “I understand now. You’re Nima’s cousin then? Sorry for the confusion, I was expecting someone a little less human.” He glanced around. “Where is the little guy though?”

 “Peli beat you to him.” Mando replied. He pressed a few buttons on his gauntlet.

 “Damn.” Karga shook his head with a mumbled curse. His hands drifted to his waist and his attention swiveled to focus solely on the Mandalorian beside you. “I’m actually glad I ran into you. We have a problem. The Anzellans who run the droid repair shop two streets over have some complaints.”

 Mando crossed his arms. “Today’s my day off. Mayfeld is running point.”

 “Mayfeld doesn’t quite have your…charm.” Karga replied. “Besides, the Anzellans hate him after what happened last time.”

 “It was an accident. Mayfeld didn’t mean to step on him.”

 “Yes, well they’re not quite ready to let bygones be bygones.”

 “Too bad. He’s the Deputy on shift. They either file their complaint with him or wait until tomorrow.” Mando said simply. You wondered if that meant Cara was off today too. On weekends did just one of them work?

 Peli’s voice shouting from behind you made you glance over your shoulder to see the woman rushing over with Grogu’s pram beside her. Briefly, you worried something was going on with the kid, but he seemed as chipper as ever as he nibbled on a stick of meat. Peli must have bought it for him.

 “There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you!”

 “I messaged you where we are.” Mando motioned to his gauntlet.

 “Whatever.” Peli waved his words off. “Here’s your boy back. I gotta get to the landing pad. One of the merchants’ ships went AWOL.” Grogu lifted his half finished snack and you cooed at him in response. Peli begun to rush away once more, no further information given, but paused to glare over her shoulder at the droid that lingered by the pram. “Come on, you idiot!”

 The droid jumped in alarm before sprinting after her. You chuckled in amusement before reaching down to scoop up Grogu who had lifted one hand in request. Once settled in your arms, he held the stick of roasted meat up to your mouth to share. You took a small bite from the opposite end then thanked him profusely to which he squealed in delight.

 “Plus, now Mayfeld will be busy with whatever the kriff is going on at the landing pad.” Karga raised an eyebrow.

 Mando hesitated and his gaze drifted over to you which caught you off guard. You bounced Grogu lightly in your arms, making him giggle, then gave Mando a reassuring smile. “If you really need to go I can keep an eye on Grogu. We’ll explore the market some more.”

 He held your gaze a second more before turning to Karga. “What’s the nature of the complaint?”

 “Non-violent.” The Magistrate shrugged. “They think someone’s been breaking in and stealing their things. Some items have been going missing. Very much a tomorrow problem, but they’re insistent that it be solved today.” Karga held a hand over his chest. “As an old friend, I would love for you to help me keep the best droid repair mechanics in the Outer Rim happy.”

 “Fine.” Mando sighed. “We’ll go see them.”

 “Yes! Thank you, Mando!”

 You raised your eyebrows in surprise, “We?”

 Mando had one hand resting on his belt as he tilted his head toward you. There was something about his posture that screamed ‘sheepish’ to you. “If you don’t mind tagging along. I did want to show you around the market eventually, but I know this is a lousy day off for you.”

 You let out a small laugh, “It’d be my honor to tag along, Marshal.” The sheepish energy you initially got from him disappeared as he gave you a slight nod. You both threw back quick good-byes to the Magistrate, and you added that it had been nice to meet him before following Mando down a different street. “Me tagging along. Does this mean I’m a Deputy today? Because if so, I’d like a badge.”

 “I’ll work on that for you.” Mando chuckled.

 On the list of things you thought you’d get to witness today, you didn’t think seeing Mando’s large frame crawl into a Anzellan garage would be one. He may have thought this was turning out to be a lousy day off, but you were truly entertained watching him sit curled up, seated with his legs crossed, while arguing with the head droid repair tech of the garage. When you all arrived to the garage, the Anzellans had insisted that the Marshal step into their office to discuss the matters at hand. Their office being a tiny crawl space that fit multiple working Anzellans with ease.

 You had been invited in as well, but it was much more fun to watch from the entrance of the garage where you knelt with Grogu.

 “I don’t understand.” Mando let out an irritable sigh. “Do you speak Huttese?”

 “Ransack. Ransack!” The Anzallen standing across from him groaned in a squeaky voice. He continued on in his own language before belting the word out once more. “Ransack!”

 “Who? Who do you think is ransacking your garage?” Mando pressed.

 You bit down on your lips to keep back a chuckle. You glanced down to share the amusement with Grogu only to realize the little green guy had wandered off. Eyes blown with panic, the sound of his nearby cooing reassured you quickly. Grogu had stepped away from you to wander into the garage toward the pack of Anzallens. “Oh no.” You hissed quietly and reached out to him. “Grogu. Come here. Your buir is working.”

 Grogu ignored you with the complacency only a toddler could have and crawled onto the table. He was only there for half a second before he wrapped his arms around the Anzellen who had been struggling to communicate with his father.

 “No, Grogu.” You blurted as the Anzellan hollered.

 The child cuddled to the man who was about the size of his stuffed frog. At least he wasn’t trying to eat him, you supposed. “No, no, no, no, no!” The Anzellen bellowed. “No squeezie, not squeeze! Not squeeze!”

 “Grogu. K’olar!” Mando reached out to the kid. “Sorry, he’s young.”

 “Bad baby!” The Anzellan replied. You crawled into the space to grab him, but he took a step out of your reach. Mando held his arm out to keep Grogu from waddling away any farther and herded him into your direction. When he was close enough, you scooped up the green, giggling gremlin and tried to detangle his arms from around the Anzellan. When the droid repair tech broke free he hurried away, still repeating the same phrases. “Oh, bad baby.”

 You had kept most of your laughter in control, but when your gaze met Mando to see him already staring at you the dam broke and a laugh slipped from your lips. Quickly, you crawled out of the garage before you could really lose control and once out you stood to let all your amusement out. Grogu joined in happily, and you bounced him in your arms.

 “No wonder your buir calls you a womp rat.” You laughed.

 A minute later you watched the Marshal, esteemed Mandalorian, decorated in rare beskar sacred to his people and sought after over the universe, crawl out of the garage. You were leaning against the wall with his son in your arms, and the moment he was able to rise fully to his feet another laugh spluttered from your lips. Mando set his hands on his hips as he stared at you, and you shook your head. “I’m sorry, but between watching your son cuddle a droid tech and you crawl out of a hole, I didn’t stand a chance at keeping a straight face.”

 “Uh huh.” Mando stepped closer and held his arms out for Grogu. “I hate to break the news to you, but you’re fired as my Deputy.”

 “Drat.” You snapped your fingers with a wide grin.

 Mando turned his attention to his son, “And you. What have we discussed about cuddling people against their will, ad’ika?” Grogu made a humming noise that suspiciously sounded like ‘I don’t know’. Then he held his hands up to his father’s helmet with his face drawn in innocence. “Uh huh. Nuh’la.”

 “Did you save the day, Marshal?” You asked.

 Mando looked back up to you. “I did. No thanks to my two deputies.” You laughed. Mando kept Grogu in his arms as the two of you walked back toward the market. The pram followed behind you. “I promised them we’d add their garage to our evening route when we’re walking the city.”

 “Mmm.” You held your hands behind your back and shot him a grin. “It’s nice to see Nevarro’s security in action. I feel safer already.”

 “Happy to be of service.” Mando replied with a breathy laugh.

 You reached out to tickle Grogu’s belly as you walked. “Speaking of service, I’m still waiting for that tour, Marshal.”

 “Of course.” Mando nodded. “I think I owe you lunch now as well.”

 At the word lunch, Grogu began to babble in excitement. If any other job you worked had you technically working on your day off and specifically spending it with your employer you’d consider it an absolute nightmare. However, this day had only grown more and more enjoyable, and laughing with Mando had knocked off the last bit of awkward chill you had felt overall. Watching him crawl out of a hole had probably helped.

A/N: Do you guys want translations to the Mando’a used? At first I wasn’t going to b/c then as you read you’re just as clueless as the reader on what’s being said, but I know personally I’m too nosy to not know lol. I’ll give translations this time below--

Cyar'ika: darling, sweetheart

K'olar: Come here

Nuh'la: Funny

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Hi 👉👈

Could I maybe request something similar to the confession piece but with a fluffy (maybe fluffy/suggestive if that's cool 👀) first kiss or a fluffy first serious/real "I love you" with our beloved frog boys (or just Grizzy, Pezzy or Droid solo, sorry Puffer 😅)?

Sober in Love (Frog Boys X Reader(Separate))

[Blank] in Love Pt 3

Fandom: RPF/Miscellaneous

Requested: Clearly (Kinda made it a part 2? But also not really?)

Warnings: Talk of lasik recovery (Droid's). Language (Cunt in Grizzy's)

Pronouns: They/them

W.C. 1604 (about 400 words each)

Summary: 'I love you's from the Frog Boys.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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<-Part 2

Puffer

It was cold. San Antonio winter was never that bad, but for some unknown reason, it decided to rage harder than normal this year. I had on one of Puffer’s hoodies, sweatpants, and fuzzy socks, and I was under a thick blanket. Yet I was still freezing. I was going to have to take some drastic measures.

I would need to get out of my cocoon to find Puffer.

Thankfully, I did not have to wait long as Puffer walked out of his office and climbed into my mountain of blankets. I immediately buried my face in his chest since he was a literal heater. He just chuckled before wrapping his arms around my shoulders and rubbing my arms to generate heat while his attention turned toward the show I had playing on the TV.

My hands were still freezing, so with a smirk, I moved my hands under Puffer’s hoodie and placed them flat on his back.

“Aye, woah!” He shouted, pushing me away. “You’re hands are freezing!”

“Why do you think I put them on your back?” I asked as if it were obvious. He just looked at me in disbelief, keeping me an arm’s width away. “Please? As my boyfriend, it is your responsibility to be my personal heater and right now you're doing a shitty job.”

“Fine get over here,” he sighed, pulling me back into his chest. I chuckled as I put my hands back under his hoodie and wrapped my legs around his waist, putting almost my entire body weight on him. He shook his head with a laugh before whispering, “You’re lucky I love you.”

“Awe, you love me?” I teased, looking up at him.

“Don’t make me take it back,” he threatened.

“You loving me or letting me put my cold hands up your shirt?”

“Both.”

“Well then, I was going to say I love you too, but I don’t like how you threatened me,” I joked as I slowly started to pull away.

“Oh shut up,” He pressed, pulling me straight back to his chest as he held one of my arms, so I couldn’t tear my hands out of his shirt.

“And I’m the clingy one?”

~~

Pezzy

Pezzy was streaming. It was a really random steam because he was bored. I was visiting my family since my sister just had her baby, so I was helping them out for the week. Pezzy wasn’t able to come with me, so I promised to send him loads of pictures.

“Guys, guess what,” He asked rhetorically to chat as he smiled at his phone. The chat started spamming random answers or emotes, so he flipped his phone around to show them. It was a picture I sent him of my outfit for dinner. “Look at them, chat. They’re so cute. They’ve been visiting their family, so they’ve sent me pictures every day.”

Immediately, the chat started filling with heart eyes, jokes about how I’m hot, or calling Pezzy a simp. He saw those immediately, and despite me calling him a simp all the time, he took offense to his chat picking up on it.

“Guys, I am literally not a simp. I am actually not a simp. I just love my significant other. So what?” Pezzy said fast as chat filled with more simp-related messages. He took a deep breath before shouting, “Guys, stop calling me a simp!”

I decided this would be a good time to call him since I was watching the stream on my laptop before dinner. I dialed his number and waited for him to answer as I continued to watch him frantically explain himself to chat.

“Guys, stop. Look, they’re calling me now! They’ll tell you I’m not a simp,” the stream audio came through just as Pezzy picked up the phone and greeted me.

Knowing he put me on speaker, I decided to tease him a little, “Hi my favorite simp. How’s your stream?”

“Not you too!” He shouted, taking the phone off the speaker as the chat started sending laughing emotes. “I swear, you’re watching the stream aren’t you?’

“Can’t I just call my favorite simp and tell him I love him too?” I asked innocently.

“I never said that,” He replied quickly, not believing that he confessed he loved me in front of five thousand people.

“I think chat has a clip somewhere,” I laughed.

“Chat if you can find a clip where I said I love Y/n, I’ll stream with them next week,” Pezzy said over the stream, and that’s when I noticed he hung up on me. It didn’t take long for chat to start spamming a link to the clip, causing Pezzy to sigh. “Ok, maybe I am a simp.”

~~

Droid

My eyes burned so much. One thing that no one told you about Lasik surgery was the first couple of hours after. My eyes burned so much, and I could not tell if it was from the surgery or from the lights in the kitchen. Droid promised to take care of me but completely forgot that Puffer, Pezzy, and Grizzy were coming over to film a cooking video in our new house, so that is where they were. The plan was a one-handed challenge, but it turned into a ‘make the best food for Y/n, so they don’t have to feel guilty that they’re disrupting their recovery’ stream.

“Is it pasta?” I asked as I walked into the kitchen with my eyes closed to get my antibiotics. I started patting around the counter, trying to find the bottle without opening my eyes. Droid saw my struggle, so he stopped cutting the chicken to wipe off his hands before grabbing the bottle from the cabinet. He opened it, dumped out one pill, and grabbed a glass to fill it with water before handing it to me. “Thank you.”

“No problem, and yes. Chicken Alfredo,” He answered, taking the glass and putting it in the sink once I finished it. “We’re actually almost done, so I’ll bring it over to the table.”

I groaned as I leaned forward where I thought Droid was. Apparently, he was not there, but he jumped back in front of me just in time for me to collide with his chest. “Do I have to do a taste test for the stream?”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he whispered, walking backward to get us out of frame.

“They’ll be mad at me,” I whined, starting to tear up before trying to calm down and not irritate my eyes more than they already are.

“They’ll understand,” He reassured. “You just had surgery today, and you are not 100 percent, so they won’t be upset if you don’t feel up to a full review.”

“I don’t deserve you,” I cried, leaning further into his chest. “I love you. Thank you for putting up with me.”

“I love you too,” He laughed. “You’ve dealt with me through crazier shit! This is nothing!”

~~

Grizzy

“What time did you guys get to the airport?” Fitz asked after we got to the Misfits’ house in Melbourne. We had to fly into Melbourne because we were attending PAX AUS, and knew it would be fun to come a couple of days earlier to hang out with our friends. However, the universe had different plans.

“4 AM Pacific,” Grizzy groaned, collapsing on the couch and pulling me down after we dropped our bags off in one of the rooms. “We had an overnight layover in LA, but the original flight was delayed. We just slept at the airport 'cause it was only like two hours before we would’ve needed to be back at the airport.”

“Those chairs were not comfy,” I complained as I curled up on Grizzy’s lap. I yawned as I leaned into Grizzy’s neck, attempting to hide my drowsiness from the guys. “I couldn’t sleep at all.”

“It’s a good thing we don’t have anything till tomorrow,” Swagger laughed as he walked in from the back patio. “You can chill out 'cause I bet the time difference didn’t help either.”

“No, it does not, and to make it worse, there was hella turbulence on the way over,” Grizzy added as he offhandedly ran his fingers through my hair. “We couldn’t sleep at the airport, couldn’t sleep on the plane, and now it’s technically four hours earlier than what we’re used to. This is shit.”

At some point during his rant, I gave in to the temptation of sleep. No one noticed until Toby came into the room.

“Why are you cunts talking so loud?” She asked. “Y/n is literally asleep.” With that, the room’s attention flipped to me. No one said anything for a couple of seconds, unsure of what to say until Grizzy started to stand up with me in his arms.

“I’ll take them to our room. It’s probably a good idea for us to get some sleep,” Grizzy whispered. “Dinner tonight, yeah?” The guys just nodded, so Grizzy took that and left the room.

When he walked into the room, he immediately set me on the bed, so he could set an alarm for later in the afternoon and changed both of us into comfier clothes. Just before he climbed into bed with me, I woke up slightly, not really recognizing where we were.

“We’re in our room. The guys said we’ll go to dinner later, but we can sleep for now,” Grizzy explained in a soft tone.

“Okay, I love you, Grizzy,” I whispered back and fell back asleep.

“I love you too.”

~~~

Part 4 ->

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POSTING JEDI AU BC I WANT IT TO SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY BC I LOVE IT AND IT'S SO CUTE !!!

Jedi AU

Mikasa comes to Eren at sixteen, prim and shy, but ever eager to please. Eren is twenty-one, and he is not at all impressed with the assignment. 

Everyone else heralds it as an honour, what a big achievement to have your own padawan learner when he’s barely an adult himself. 

Eren on the other hand sees the ‘honour’ for what it really is: babysitting. And not just for him, but for Mikasa as well.

Because his own master had been drawn away on other assignments, missions that Eren couldn’t go on. And the Jedi Order couldn’t have their most rebellious young master running around the galaxy unsupervised. So, they’d given him Mikasa and said here, teach her. They’d successfully saddled him with more responsibility than he’d ever wanted and effectively knee-capped him from doing anything too crazy… Not that the things he did were ever really that crazy, they just weren’t so perfectly in line with the Jedi Order’s world philosophy. She’d stepped off the ship in a blaze of barely contained excitement, he could tell, even as quiet as she was that she was practically bursting with energy, but she’d been raised by the order, so what could he really expect? Orphaned at a young age and found miraculously on the burning remains of her planet, Mikasa had been taken in by a wandering Jedi and raised at the temple. 

For all intents and purposes, she was the perfect specimen, everything a Jedi should be and so not who Eren had wanted to teach. 

She’d looked up at him dutifully, waiting to be spoken to, eager to receive orders and Eren knew immediately she was going to be a problem. They were so diametrically opposed it was laughable, and he thinks the Order probably is laughing at him, payback for causing them so much trouble over the years. Eren sighs, reaching his hand out for a shake, “I’m Eren Yeager, I’ll be your new Master.” “I’m Mikasa,” she tells him sweetly, finally letting a small smile overtake her lips, “I look forward to working with you.” Oh, this was going to be a struggle of epic proportions, he can already tell.

The longer Eren spends with Mikasa, the more sure he is that the Jedi Temple moulded her to be everything he isn’t, to be his worst nightmare personified. 

Because that’s exactly what she is. 

“Well, Master I think we should follow Jedi protocol, and it says to call –” “Mikasa,” He tells her warningly, and she shuts up, her mouth pursing shut, she’s used to it at this point. 

This is how 90 percent of their discussions go these days. “The other masters will be mad,” she sing songs as Eren drags a droid away from the wreckage of the ship he’s trying to access. 

Eren sends her an unimpressed glare over his shoulder, grunting as he hefts the droid out of the way, “Yeah, well the Jedi Order can stuff it, there’s a lot of things they get mad at me about.” “Why do you insist on doing everything incorrectly? Maybe if you did things the right way like I tell you to, then you wouldn’t get in so much trouble.” “Who’s the Master here, Mikasa?” She shuts up again, huffing in irritation and Eren has to remind himself it’s him, he’s literally the master here, their very small age gap and her immense knowledge of Jedi principles blurs the line sometimes. He’s only five years older, sometimes it’s a little hard to boss her around so much, especially when to top it all off she’s almost as good of a fighter as him. He curses away to himself as he steps into the abandoned ship, because of course, he had to be paired with the most gifted Jedi of the new generation, topping even him in her midiclorian count and with the uncanny natural ability to simply kick ass. Her fighting skills are amazing, almost on par with his own, her only fatal flaw is perhaps that she’s such a rule follower. It blinds her in other aspects, makes her too trusting, too sweet. 

Something that could one day get her killed. Eren looks back sharply at the thought, his pain-in-the-ass little padawan nowhere to be found, standing guard until she’s given another order, proving his point. Eren sighs, “Mikasa, get over here brat.” He hears her make a little noise of affront at being called a brat, she gets all cute when she’s huffy, like an angry kitten, and then there are footsteps as she enters the ship. She’s hurrying so fast she runs right into him and Eren grunts as her little body collides with his at full speed, but he’s quick to steady her, firmly grasping her shoulders. 

“Mika,” he chides softly, “Be careful okay, and remember to follow me okay, what if there were still enemies out there, what if something happened to you?” There’s a pretty blush staining her cheeks, but still, she protests, “I can take care of myself!” Eren quirks an eyebrow up at her, his hands rubbing softly up and down her biceps, “And what did I say about that?” Her cheeks puff up as she repeats his words back to him, “I can’t say that until I can beat you in a spar three times in a row.” “And have you?” He questions, because yeah, sometimes being her Master is a little bit fun. “No,” she grumbles out in irritation and he smirks, giving her a playful love tap to her cheek before letting her go, and she gasps in response, “Eren!” 

“Master,” he corrects easily, already slipping further into the ship to investigate, and now he’s really pissed her off, her usually sweet, quiet presence raging behind him. She’s stomping around the ship, showcasing her rage at being spoken down to, and Eren can’t help his smile as he inspects the engine controls, trying to grasp what exactly went wrong here. He hears something fall but doesn’t look back, engrossed in attempting to revive part of the ship, maybe he can find an old flight path if he gets it going. 

His fingers fiddle with buttons and wires, all the while Mikasa seems to be making a lot of noise behind him, a lot more noise than he thinks he’s ever heard her make before. Mikasa really is the perfect padawan, or well she probably would be for any other Jedi – intelligent, kind, brilliant fighting skills, quick on her feet – all qualities necessary in a great Jedi. 

Eren would have preferred someone more flawed, an orphan with maybe a bit more emotional damage he could counsel, someone more similar to him. Not quite such a rule follower, someone he could really bond with, who might look up to him. 

Mikasa isn’t any of those things. Except for right now, it seems as Eren turns around finally after something else goes crashing to the ground. His padawan is glaring at him from where she’d very obviously knocked something over, sweet, docile Mikasa who never allows her emotions to get the better of her is evidently, very displeased with him. 

And most interestingly, demanding his attention, even more as she stares him down, those quicksilver eyes raging, purposefully knocking something else right off the shelf next to her. She’s exactly like a cat, a displeased little creature that gets what it wants. Eren can barely repress his smile, maybe there’s still hope for him yet, some fire in those pretty silver eyes of hers. 

He’s almost giddy at the thought because maybe she’s not a completely lost cause, maybe he can still corrupt her just a little, mould her into being a truly great Jedi instead of a standard foot soldier, someone who thinks for themselves, assesses the situation and decides the next course of action instead of consulting the damn Jedi temple on everything. “Miki,” Eren hums, and she perks right up at the name, it’s one she favours and something he doesn’t call her often, reserves it for special circumstances. “Are you mad at me?” “What gave you that idea?” “Miki,” he chides, beckoning her forwards, and she stomps towards him angrily. 

She stops just before him, glaring up at his tall frame, evergreen locked with silver and Eren smiles, full and genuine at the cute little expression of rage on her face, eyebrows knitted together in irritation. “Tell me what’s wrong?” “Master, you always dismiss me! And you rarely let me fight, even though I can. At the temple I was the best, I beat all the other kids, and I- I was so excited when I found out I’d be training under you, but you never let me show off, never let me fight.” She deflates towards the end of her monologue and Eren hums in acknowledgement, “It’s not because I don’t trust you Mikasa, I’d just rather watch you fight in more controlled environments first. It’s only been a few months, I don’t want to throw you head first into battle.” “But-” He tuts her, his hand slipping up into the tangles of her hair, pushing her bangs back behind her ears, he’s always had a fascination with that sleek pretty black hair of hers, how soft it is, how it feels under his fingertips, “Don’t worry I’m going to let you fight Mikasa, but once you can beat me three times in a row, which I know you will do.” He gives a soft little yank at one of the dark strands of her hair, “You’re a great fighter Mikasa, brilliant, especially with your lightsaber, but you fight predictably. Just like the Order teaches, the same spar you’ve done a hundred times. That’s not how real enemies fight, that’s not how I fight.” Eren smirks, his hand combing out her hair now, something Mikasa leans into, has always enjoyed the rare time he shows her affection.

“I fight dirty, and I always win. There’s a reason I’m so revered at the temple, that my missions are always successes, albeit with perhaps more damage than I’d usually like. It’s because my methods differ from the Jedi temple, and I think that’s something you need.” 

“Oh,” she murmurs softly, eyes now shut, like a cat, as he continues to finger his hands through her hair, his other one slipping up to join in the soft thick strands. She makes a little noise of contentment as he gathers the thick dark mop of her hair in his hands, leaning in as he styles it into a makeshift bun, using his own hair elastic to fasten it at the base of her head. He presses a soft kiss to her temple as he finishes, affection she’s never had, that Eren can’t help but give, something the Jedi Order frowns upon but Mikasa needs more than anything, such a touch-starved child. 

His hands skim down now, settling over her shoulders, “Do you understand now? It’s not because I don’t trust you, it’s because we’re already training Mikasa, and if I have my way you’ll be the best Jedi the order has ever seen.” “Even better than you?” She breathes curiously, her eyes soft and warm now, pliant, heather grey. He chuckles, “Of course, you’re my padawan after all, you’ll have to be better than me.” Mikasa smiles, such a full and beautiful smile, so bright he almost has to look away, “I have to train all those bad Jedi habits out of you though, I think they sent me the worst recruit they could find.” At this, she smacks him and Eren cackles, pinching her side. 

“At least I know how to cook.” Eren guffaws, “Barely!” “I’m better than you!” “Not by much.”

Sometimes, Mikasa wonders how Eren ever thought she wouldn’t fall in love with him. 

Force, how the Jedi Order had thought she wouldn’t fall in love with him? It’s like they were hoping for it. Even when she was younger, she could remember hearing about the trouble-making padawan that no matter how he went against the Jedi temple rules, never had an unsuccessful mission. She had been enamoured, who was this boy, this legend in the making? And then as she’d gotten older, moved up the ranks herself, set to become a padawan, she’d seen him in action and she’d been star-struck. Only once in battle before she’d been ushered away to safety, only a glimpse, but the way his hair had stuck to his forehead, slick with sweat, blood spattering his tunic, forearms pulled taut as he held his light-saber. He’d looked like a vengeful God, and for reasons unknown to her, she hadn’t been able to get him out of her head ever since. He’d appear in her dreams, always standing over her, shirtless, saving her life, the lines of his back cut like there should be wings there. 

She’d seen him only once more before she’d become his padawan, and it had only elevated him further in her mind, up high on that pedestal she could never reach, never even hope to touch. He’d been in the middle of the council, and she’d been sneakily walking by, only to hear the voices of the council. And Mikasa, ever the dutiful student, hadn’t been able to help her curiosity. What she saw had been the dressing down of a lifetime, as Eren stood in the middle of the council, being utterly ripped apart for his most recent mission. She’d been nodding her head along, agreeing, until Eren had finally defended himself, speaking of all the lives he’d saved. 

That had shut them up rather promptly, and Eren had been smirking when she’d finally disappeared down the hall, her heart beating with far more than just the adrenaline of listening in on a top-secret meeting. 

Because Eren had looked particularly handsome that day, his hair windswept against his cheeks, the long cloak the Jedi typically wore conspicuously absent to display lean muscle instead. 

And now, at sixteen, the peak age for puberty, when hormones are running high, especially in battle, the Jedi Order had thought it was a great idea to pair her off with a handsome rebellious twenty-one-year-old? It was cruel, to be honest. Everyone else she knew had older men with beards for masters, shrivelled up and half dead. And here she was with probably the best-looking boy she’d ever seen in her life, and he was around her all the time. Mikasa knew she would be a good Jedi, it was what she was born and raised for after all, she’d spent countless hours sparring, mastering her use of the force, everything to be the best she could possibly be. But lately, she finds what is thwarting her the most is the whole ‘no attachment’ part of being a Jedi. 

Because it’s becoming really hard for her not to get attached. 

Eren steps out of the bathroom, clad in only a towel, his other hand occupied in drying his long hair, water dripping down the divots of his abs. Her mouth suddenly feels very dry, and he sends her a wink as she eats her soup. Yeah, it’s becoming really, really hard for her not to get attached. He disappears down the hall to his quarters, and Mikasa spends ten minutes fanning herself, chanting the Jedi Code over and over again. 

No attachment, absolutely none, not allowed!

But really in hindsight how did they expect her not to fall in love? 

Eren is passionate, almost to a fault, and since she’s joined him on his missions as his padawan she’s realized that he’s particularly passionate about her safety. 

In a way, it’s kind of flattering, and in other ways, it makes her heart almost beat out of her chest. 

He’s always saving her, even when she doesn’t need saving, he’s always there. And afterwards, he’s scolding her for ever being in danger in the first place, as if it isn’t part of both of their jobs. 

But it’s afterwards, that’s the part she adores the most, after the lecture and the yelling when he’s tucking her into his chest and whispering into her hair how much she scared him, that she shouldn’t go out and be so reckless. To which she always replies cheekily, “Isn’t that what you trained me to do?” He always pinches her side for that particular comment, but it never gets old, being wrapped in the warmth and safety of his arms, it feels like coming home, like safety in a way the Jedi temple never has. 

“Mikasa,” Eren chastises her from the head of the ship where he’s piloting them off towards some faraway planet for their next mission, ready to shoot them into hyperdrive, “What are you doing?” He can tell she’s up to no good just by the sound of her footsteps, how she tries to soften them just slightly, her breathing clipped as she tries not to let him hear her. He spins in his chair to find her slipping out of his room, and he quirks an eyebrow curiously, repeating his question, “What are you doing?” She winces as she’s found out, slumping in place. She’s cute, adorably messy all dolled up in her pyjamas, hair tucked up behind her in a messy bun that he aches to pull into a proper one. Always her damn hair. 

“I had a nightmare,” she murmurs, “I was gonna go sleep in your bed.” “C’mere,” he beckons her, his hands just itching to properly tie up that silky hair of hers and almost as soon as she’s within reach he’s dragging her to his lap, turning her around. She shuts her eyes blissfully as she leans back into him, her head tilted against his shoulder as he massages her scalp, gathering the sleek strands into a soft bun at the base of her skull, one that won’t come out so easily like hers did. “What was the nightmare about?” He murmurs as he ties it up with her pretty red ribbon. “Losing my parents.” She doesn’t miss a beat, and Eren sighs as he turns her in his lap, her hair now secured properly. “Are you scared?” She shakes her head, grey eyes tearing up, “I just miss them.” And before she can stop herself, the tears are rushing down her cheeks in hot streaks, more than Eren is equipped to deal with. He sighs, rough hands coming up to wipe at her tears tenderly, “I’m not going to bed anytime soon I have to pilot us to the next planet, but why don’t you sit with me? You can keep me company.” “Okay,” she murmurs through her tears and Eren settles her in the chair next to him, piling her up high with a soft fuzzy blanket as he tucks her into the large swivel chair. “Better?” He asks, and she nods, wiping the rest of her tears into the blanket and Eren smiles, his hand finding her knee to lovingly stroke, “You’ve got me now, I’m here, and I’ll never leave you.” “What about,” she sniffles slightly, “What about when I become a master in my own right?” Eren chuckles, “We’ve got a few more years but even then I think I’ll keep you around Miki, you’re not so bad.” She smiles through her tears, resting her head on her knees as she looks at him, “Would you have stayed with your master if you could?” 

Eren shrugs, his hand still resting on her knee comfortingly, and Mikasa shivers as he strokes over sensitive skin not covered by her blanket, his hands so big and warm. 

“Probably if I could have, but you know the council wanted me doing my own thing, cause less chaos that way, you know how it is.” It’s quiet for a moment and Eren smiles at her softly, squeezing her knee, “But I’m happy how things turned out, I got you instead and that’s not bad at all.” Her breath hitches and she feels like she can’t breathe, her eyes drawn towards his lips and the chiselled cut of his jaw, so brutally beautiful, the harsh angles of his face contrasted with the soft length of his eyelashes, those brilliant green eyes. He’s stunning, and she just wants to lean across the controls and kiss him, has to grip the arms of her chair just to stop herself. 

That night she falls asleep encased in his arms, even better than his bed, warm and protected. She’s only mildly upset the next morning when she wakes up in her own bed, devoid of her master, no evidence it had ever happened at all. Except when she glimpses her reflection in her bedroom mirror and where she expects to find bedhead sticking up at all angles, she finds only perfectly smooth plaits, meticulously woven and expertly banded together. 

Mikasa is not oblivious to the fact that Eren has needs, more carnal needs, it’s something she’d discovered a few months into her apprenticeship. She’d seen a pretty girl leaving his rooms as she reported, bright and early, ready to start the day. Eren hadn’t exactly been thrilled to see her, looking a little worse for wear. He’d grumpily told her to come back in an hour. 

She’d left wondering what this awful feeling in her gut was, this painful sorrow she didn’t understand. 

The feeling had only grown with every subsequent girl she saw him with, how he’d pick them up in different worlds between missions, shooing her off to her quarters and telling her not to knock on his door that night. The deep selfish part of her always wondered what he’d do if she did knock, if she claimed to have a nightmare, would he drop everything for her, push the girl out the door to tuck her into his arms instead? The only thing stopping her from testing the theory was her Jedi training, and her strict promise to herself not to get attached. 

She’s not attached already, she’s absolutely not! Well… maybe she is, just a little bit. 

And as she teeters on the edge of seventeen, a few months until her eighteenth birthday, her attachment becomes more and more apparent. She’s been with Eren for almost two years now, watching him, learning from him. She’s intimately familiar with him, his every quirk, every preference, how he likes his breakfast, how to beat him in a spar. 

It’s becoming dangerous, just how well she knows him, because she’s starting to notice things… things she has no business noticing.

Like his obsession with her hair, how he can never seem to pass up the opportunity to touch the long sleek strands, or how he fusses when she leaves it loose sometimes. He always claims it’s unacceptable for battle, too much of a liability, but Mikasa thinks he just likes to touch it, and she won’t complain. She’s grown to love it, the feeling of his hands in her hair, battle-calloused hands working at her scalp so gently, plaiting her hair with expert precision. 

Mikasa absolutely refuses to admit that she ruffles her bedhead up a little more than she should, that she enjoys how he fusses over her in the morning when it’s particularly wild. Mikasa has noticed this obsession with her hair also seems to extend to his overnight guest preferences. At first, it had pained her to see all these beautiful women slip from Eren’s quarters, long sleek dark hair, always a shade of dark brown or raven as her own, and always long and silky. Temptresses, Mikasa thought of them, beautiful women with perfect bodies, and long flowing hair, styled in a way Eren would never allow her to even think of. To leave her hair loose was to be killed in battle, and it was something her master adamantly refused, always pulled the pretty dark strands taut against the back of her head in some sort of twist. 

She tugs on her long strands self-consciously as she sips her morning tea, awaiting the exit of Eren’s visitor from last night. She’s thought about cutting the strands short, but she thinks Master would have even more of a conniption about that, and if nothing else she loves how he touches her, can’t help but finger the strands, comb his hands through the silky locks. 

Mikasa prides herself on how perfectly taken care of it is, always smelling of lavender and sage, preening when Eren notices the scent. There is the click of a door and Mikasa’s head snaps up, torn from her daydreams and she spots her, a blonde today, the golden colour more bronze, so dark it almost borders on brunette. And as they lock eyes, Mikasa’s mouth twists up in disgust, because she’s discovered another preference of her master’s, one she hadn’t been sure of, but today confirms it. 

He prefers Jedi women, to anyone else. 

She’s not sure when he picked up this proclivity, probably only in the last few months, but recently it feels like every girl she sees exiting his room she’s also seen around Jedi headquarters. 

It’s awkward, but at least they don’t linger. 

Because Jedi don’t form attachments… Thus, Mikasa cannot be forming an attachment. And there is, therefore, zero reason for her to be excited about the prospect of Eren preferring Jedi women, hopeful even. Why should she be excited about that? Why would she? She’s not attached, not at all. 

She’s also not jealous of the pretty blonde Jedi she’s seen around Jedi headquarters, that she’s seen Eren talk to more than she’d like. Mikasa does not fume silently as she watches the woman slip out of Eren’s bedroom, Jedi robes askew and with a slightly guilty look on her face. “Mikasa,” She whispers, shocked as she stands in the main lobby, a stand-off as she notices Mikasa seated at the ship’s helm, glaring miserably at Eren’s door. “Misha,” Mikasa responds coldly. 

Internally, she chastises herself, the ever-present voice of the order in her ear, urging her to call this woman ‘master’, to give her the respect she is owed. Mikasa takes a cue from Eren for once and continues to simply glare at the woman instead, the petty part of her refusing to even stand to greet her. “What are you doing up dear? I umm I hope we didn’t wake you –” “You didn’t,” Mikasa retorts, cutting her off, “But you should head out, Master and I have to leave soon.”

“Oh,” Misha mumbles, looking slightly put out, “Well could you pass along a message for me?” No, no she will not, but Misha doesn’t have to know that. “Tell him I’m around here a lot if he ever wants to…” Misha trails off and Mikasa wants to growl at her, how inappropriate the request is. The Jedi Order trained part of her kicking and screaming in her head about propriety and attachments and the fact that this is her fucking superior, asking her to proposition her own master on her behalf. But instead of saying anything, Mikasa forces a smile, just the smallest twitch of her lips, snuggling further back into her chair, “I’ll be sure to relay the message.” Misha smiles, “Thanks Mikasa, you’re a promising padawan I know you’ll do great things.” Yes, yes she will, but she doesn’t need this woman to tell her that. “Goodbye Misha,” Is Mikasa’s only response, a dismissal, and she can’t resist the cruel smile of triumph at how Misha deflates. The woman linger for another moment, glances back towards Eren’s door one more time as she leaves, looking slightly put out by the entire interaction. 

It is a small consolation to Mikasa, especially when Eren asks about her a few hours later, looking glum.  “Did you see Misha when she left this morning?”

“No,” Mikasa tells him primly, “But when we were fuelling up I saw her laughing with Master Reiner, they seem quite close.”

“Oh,” Eren replies, looking slightly put out, “I umm didn’t realize they knew each other so well.”

“Neither did I,” Mikasa comments casually, beginning to steer the ship out of the port, a responsibility Eren has finally allowed her again after the meteor incident.

“But they must be quite close,” She continues nonchalantly, “She was touching his arm, they seemed so comfortable together.”

Eren says nothing and Mikasa presses her lips together to repress her pleased smile as Eren drops down into the seat next to her, a hand slipping up to affectionately tug at her bangs, “Don’t crash the ship again please.”

She beams at him, “I’m only as good as my teacher, Master.”

“That’s it, give me the wheel, brat.”

Life is good.

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Headcanons for the clan members taking care of Reader!MC for your enjoyment (also because I was really sick) (T^T)

note: it is a bit less on the magical side, but plenty of wholesome vibes and fluff <3

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Yakumo

Of course the poor snake male wife is worried sick about you. He was on the edge of tears at the news of your illness (but lots of things make him cry.) Yaku is determined to get you better, this means you're staying in bed, staying hydrated, and getting your strength back. He just loves you too much to leave your side and just wants to get you better. Yaku is such a sweet caretaker, you wish you could be sick for a little while longer.

Edmond

The ever so stoic vice captain does have a soft side for you, and he often shows it in his actions (while trying to hide it in his face.) He doesn't have much experience in care taking, but he wants the best for you so he researches all he can about the illness that's affecting you. It's endearing the lengths he's willing to go for you to get better, especially with his other obligations. If you tell him he'll probably just brush it off and say it's his duty, but we all know what he really means by that.

Olivine

At the news of you coming down with something, your beloved idol priest was quick to act. Being an older sibling, he knows a few family remedies that can fix you right up. Not to mention the bedtime stories that just warm the soul and soothe the ache n pains. He would be a heavenly caretaker, at your beck and call, anyone would give up their firstborn to have him look after them. Oli just wants you to get better and hates seeing you unwell. As long as he can help you, he's content and happy.

Quincy

With a sigh, he pats you on the head and tells you it'll be alright. He is probably the least worried, not because he doesn't care, but because he knows you're tough. You're in good, capable (and big) hands. Since Quincy has lived in the forest for all his life, he'll know a few herbal remedies to get you feeling right as rain in no time. He has a more gentle aura about him when you're welling unwell, probably because he cares about you more than he has you believe. And don't forget little Topper is going to give you some snuggles too!

Garu/Karu

The poor puppy, Garu didn't know what to do with himself. Garu's poor human is feeling unwell, he was so sad he couldn't leave your side, and I mean it, he never left your bedside. Making sure to protect you from any danger that could harm you while you're so vulnerable. Karu, on the other hand, is frustrated that his human slave is so weak as to get sick. But, he doesn't hold it against you for too long, partially because Garu would be mad at him, but mostly because he just wants to see you get better. A few times a day, they leave little get well soon gifts on your bed.

Kuya

The old fox isn't completely jaded, at least not to you. Kuya wasn't particularly concerned when he heard you were sick, but who else was going to take care of you? He'll look after you for as long as he wants, mostly because of seeing you at such a low point scratches a certain itch. It's definitely not because he was worried half to death and truth is, you mean the world to him... That's not the reason at all. But, he will gladly entertain you as you get well, and seeing you smile is enough to lift his spirits, reassuring him you'll make a swift recovery.

Blade

The sweet, precious, and doting e-droid will not have you sick. Not on his watch! Blade makes it his mission to get you better as soon as possible. He tries out a manner of things from at home remedies he researched to singing to just listening to your needs. He even leads you a cute stuffed toy so that you can sleep easy. He just cares about his precious darling so much and is just so excited to collect cute things when you get better.

Dante

Mr. High-and-Mighty isn't so untouchable, specifically when it comes to you and your well-being. Unfortunately, he can't shove all his duties aside for you, but he can keep you close as your health is monitored. When he isn't there beside you, his attendants are there to provide you with anything you could possibly want. A glass of water, your favorite food, or anything else you could ask for. The days Dante is there, he'll fulfill most of your wishes, just don't push him too much or else he'll start complaining. Dante doesn't really mean what he says though because his actions speck louder.

Rei

When Rei heard that you were sick, he was a bit surprised but unfazed (maybe he might have something to do with it, who knows.) The curious owl loves his experiments, but he would prefer doing them when you're completely conscience and not a few seconds away from puking for guts out. He does have some medicine at his disposal that will help with your symptoms, as well as won't have any side effects. Just rest, relax, and you'll be fine under his care. He'll even let you snuggle with Father if you want, just don't squeeze him too tight, or you'll mess up his feathers.

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Weevo P2

Media - Star Wars Original Trilogy Character - Luke Skywalker (Original Trilogy) Couple - Luke X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 18 + cuddling / nudity / kissing / grinding / undressing / spanking / fingering / love bites / orgasm / Word Count -2336

once inside his room under the sand, she set up the charger for the droid having to bend over in her jumpsuit to do so just as like walked in

Luke slowly walked into the room and his eyes immediately went to Y/n and he stopped in his tracks, admiring the view of her bent over. He watched her as she set up the charger for Weevo and he let out a very quiet hum as he approached her from behind, he didn’t reach out to touch her yet, he just got close enough so she could feel the heat of his body behind her

she picked up the little droid giving him pets and cuddles "okay weevo sleepy time" she cooed an the little droid happily whistled at the cuddles

Luke smiled as he watched her pet the droid and speak to it in a kind voice. He found it a little strange, he would never be so kind and cuddly with droids, but he found it cute when she did it "Are you sure he's gonna charge and not just start whistling at us again?"

"he goes into standby when he changes so until he's fully charged no noises" she answered setting weevo in his charger he let out one more happy whistle before turning into standby mode

Luke sighed in relief when he didn’t start making any noises or sounds. He was glad that the little guy would be quiet for now, hopefully long enough for him to have a little alone time with Y/n "Good, I’ll take your word for it. That little guy can be quite annoying sometimes"

Luke walked over to sit on the edge of his bed

"I think he's sweet and I'm sure he'll give you lots of attention and company next time I'm gone" She smiled,

Luke’s expression softened a bit, she was most likely right. Weevo would probably make good company for him when she was gone, he’d never admit it out loud though

As she began to unzip her jumpsuit, he immediately perked up once he saw purple lace. He looked up at her body as she began to peel off the jumpsuit before she let her hair down, he took in the sight of her almost naked body and he let out a small hum of approval

"Gods... you look so sexy in lace" He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her and he reached out to grab her hand and pull her towards him. He wanted her on his lap and he pulled her until she was standing between his thighs “Come here” he spoke softly, he slowly slid his hands up her bare thighs and rested them against her hips, his thumb tracing the lace around her body

she giggled sitting in his lap and pulling him for another kiss "ohh someone missed me" she smiled shifting her hips

Luke let out a small huff of a laugh at her words and pulled her in close so she was straddling his lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist as she shifted her hips against his “Of course I missed you. I always miss you when you’re gone” he said against her lips before kissing her again. He pulled away for a beat and looked up at her with a pouty face “It’s really hard when you’re gone”

"it seems hard when I'm back too" she smirked shifting her hips harder

Luke’s face flared up red at her words and he groaned as she shifted her hips again against his. The smirk on her face was definitely cheeky, she was doing this on purpose. He shifted his hips up in response and moved his hands to grip her ass “You are doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

"maybe" she smiled

Luke let out a frustrated sigh with a playful huff and he began to slowly push her down onto the bed. He hovered over her and leaned down to whisper in her ear “Teasing me like this when we haven’t seen each other in six months… naughty girl”

she giggled as she ended up laid on her stomach on his bed playfully squirming her hips

Luke immediately noticed her squirming hips from his place hovering above her and he quickly grabbed her hips to stop her from moving like that. He pressed his body down against hers to keep her still as he leaned up to whisper into her ear again “Stop moving like that. You know what it does to me.”

"oh? Enlighten me" she smirked arching her back to press her ass against his hips

The feeling of her ass against his hips, even through the fabric of his pants made him groan against her ear and he gave her a frustrated huff, he knew she was doing it on purpose again. “You know exactly what you’re doing when you move like that. You want me to get worked up, don’t you?”

she chuckled "maybe" she smirked unclipping her bra

Seeing her begin to take off her bra, Luke couldn’t help but to give her butt a little swat,“Definitely doing this on purpose.” He let out a huff of a laugh before he leaned his head down to place little kisses and bites at the back of her neck

she gasped at the swat shifting herself more squirming under him as she tossed her bra to the floor With her bra now tossed to the floor and no longer being obstructed, he began to kiss down her back, slowly trailing lower and lower, nibbling at her skin as he went. He wanted to mark her with little love bites. She’d be away again soon, he wanted to make sure she had something to remember him by

While he continued to kiss and mark her back, his hands began to slowly wander, slowly trailing over her skin, before he paused for a moment. His fingers found her lace panties and he paused for a minute, before slowly running his hands over the lacy fabric

she gasped and whined at his touching already squirming and whining

Luke chuckled at her squirming and whining at his touch. He loved how desperate she was already, and he’d only been touching her for a few minutes. He continued to slowly move his hands over her lacy panties, rubbing against her skin through the fabric “Gods, you’re so sensitive. It’s like you’ve been craving my touch”

"I've been away six months, I can't help missing... Parts of you"

Luke smiled against her skin, gently nipping at her shoulder as he heard her words. He paused his touching and leaned up to speak into her ear “I can tell. You’re already so needy for me, and I’ve barely touched you.” He chuckled softly as he moved back to gently kiss and nibble at her neck again As he shifted on the bed, he slowly began to slide his hand underneath the lace of her panties until his fingers were touching her skin. He kept his touch slow and teasing, just barely hovering over her. ”Is this the part of me you’ve been craving?”

she squealed and moaned in agreement

Luke smiled at her squealed moan of agreement and he slowly began to tease his fingers over her, still being slow and gentle as he wanted to tease her even more. “You’re so sensitive… it’s so cute. I love how fast you start to whimper for me” He took his time to tease and explore with his fingers, listening to the little noises she made as he touched her in all the right places. He continued to place kisses and bites on her skin, making sure to leave visible marks in his way as he continued. ”Gods… I missed this. Missed touching you and making you moan for me”

Y/n arched her back hard purposely raising her hips as she squealed for attention

Luke chuckled as he noticed her arch her back and raise her hips to him. He could tell she was getting impatient, and he couldn’t help but be a little smug. “Impatient are we? You’re such a needy girl. Always demanding for my attention, aren’t you?” He continued to keep his touch slow and gentle, he wanted to tease and rile her up just a little more. He loved listening to her needy noises and seeing her move her hips. He wanted her to be begging for him. “I want you to be whining and begging for me before we can get to the best part”

she screamed biting on the pillow as she began to have her need physically dripping down her legs

Luke heard her screams muffled against the pillow and he chuckled as he continued to touch her. He noticed the wetness between her legs and he let out a low groan, knowing she was already so wet just for him “Oh gods… you’re so wet and needy right now. I haven’t even started” He continued to touch her, applying a little more pressure as he listened to her moans and whines, getting more and more impatient by the second “Tell me what you want, baby. I want to hear you beg for me”

"Luke please... I've missed you so much, please, please" she begged

Luke hummed softly at her words, and smiled at the sound of her begging. He loved hearing the desperation in her voice as she pleaded and pleaded for him “You’re so desperate aren’t you baby? So needy for me. How badly do you want me?”

she squealed already getting close

Luke chuckled as she squealed, he knew she was getting close and he was going to continue to tease her until she couldn’t take it anymore “You’re right on the edge, aren’t you baby? Just need a little bit more friction to push you over the edge?”

she nodded as she desperately gasps her fingers clawing the sheets

He smiled, noticing her nodding desperately and how her fingers were clawing at the sheets of the bed. He began to apply a little more pressure and friction against her, listening to her little gasps and whines “You’re so close, baby. Just let go and let me make you feel good. I want to feel you fall apart in my hands”

she squealed and screamed "Luke please im-"

Luke smiled as he heard her little squeals and screams, he knew exactly what she was trying to say and he wanted to hear her say it in full “Please what? Baby, use your words. Tell me what you need”

"to come." She begged

Luke hummed and gave her a smile, satisfied to finally hear her say the words out loud ”Then come for me, baby” He began to increase the speed and pressure of his fingers, wanting to push her over the edge and listen to her fall apart

she screamed her voice breaking, her body trembling against the bed, his hand immediately was soaked as was her panties and his bed, her thighs clamp around his hand and she immediately became breathless

Luke watched as she screamed and gasped and trembled against his bed, body shaking and thighs clamping down against his hand. He continued to touch her, continuing to help her ride out her climax as she came undone in his hands. Once she began to settle, he slowly removed his hand from her and sat up on the bed to look at her “Gods… you’re a mess”

she gasped desperately "screw... You... I- I've been on a ship for six months... And I can't even do it myself... In case of emergencies... You've been here in the sand with nothing to do..."

He chuckled as he looked down at her panting form, he couldn’t help but feel smug as he spoke “Well I guess that’s true. I’ve been here alone all this time, while you’ve been out in space traveling. I’ve had a lot of time to… take care of myself. I’ve thought about you a lot”

"you did?"

He smiled down at her, noticing the look of surprise on her face. “Of course I did. How could I not? I’m always thinking about you when you’re away”

she smiled and nuzzled onto his chest "I think about you all the time too."

He smiled and wrapped his arms around her, holding her against his chest. He loved having her in his arms again, after being away for so long. He placed a light kiss on the top of her head before he spoke again, ”And trust me, I’ve done my fair share of thinking and taking care of myself while you were gone”

"I'm sure you have," she chuckled "... I wish... You could come with me"

He smiled at her words but a small pang of disappointment and frustration struck him as well. Of course he wanted to go with her, and it was hard to be away from her and not being able to go wherever she was going “…I wish I could too. But you know I have to stay here, take care of the farm and all this stuff. Uncle Owen’s counting on me”

"but... I need you too" she pouted "you really going to stay on this farm forever?"

His expression softened as he looked down at her pouting face. Of course she needed him, just as much as he needed her, and she was always so needy and clingy with him when they were together. It was hard to part ways each time, and he also wishes he could go with her “I know you need me, baby. You’re so clingy with me always”

He chuckled at her pout and sighed before he spoke again “You know I want to leave this place with you more than anything. It’s just… not the right time yet”

she nodded sadly

He noticed her sadness and he frowned at seeing how sad she looked. He didn’t like seeing her sad, and he wrapped his arms tighter around her to try and comfort her, holding her body close to his ”Hey… don’t look so sad. It’ll happen someday, and when it does, I’ll run off with you. No one’s gonna stop us. It just… has to wait a little longer, that’s all. For now, we just have to deal with the separation”

[tinderbox210]

Yes, I immediately got the Star Wars Outlaws Wild Card DLC because I couldn’t wait for more adventures of my fave trio. While I'm not that far in the game yet, it's everything I hoped for so far.

I love the setting of the fancy casino ship (which reminds me a bit of the cruise ship from The 5th Element) and I already got tons of ideas for Kay x ND-5 AUs based on the dlc.

Putting the ideas behind the cut because some spoilers included but first, don't they look good striding side by side into the casino like they own the place?

Okay now to ideas...

First I loved the little bits of ND & Nix interaction during the hyperspace jump showing how much ND has grown to care for Nix. The way he was so excited when it looked like Nix was flying the ship. That was just adorable, he's becoming such a pet person. He's like one step aways from buying Nix more cute little outfits.

I also loved the usual banter between Kay and ND. Like when she teased him at the reception and him begrudgedly going along with it, or when he "socialized" at the bar. I just love every interaction of them!

Only One Bed AU:

Kay asking for an upgrade and they actually get one but it's the honeymoon suite! There are no other rooms vacant and as a droid, ND wouldn't get one, so they have to share the room and all the best typical rom com stuff happens. ND turning awkwardly around when Kay’s changing clothes or catching a peak when she comes out of the shower (maybe the door malfunctions and just slides open at the right moment...). Kay not able to sleep with ND in the same room - or she does fall asleep and has some interesting dreams that ND can't ignore...

Also Kay going wild with the room service because she never had it!

Bar Date AU

That's it! That’s all I could think about when he said he's waiting at the bar. And with the way they made him lean so casually against the bar - oh the creators definitely knew what they were doing!

Fancy Attire AU

While I really like Kay’s new outfit, I would have also loved to see her in a fancy dress for the sabacc event, the smoking sight of her short circuiting ND's systems. ND in a suit would have been nice too.

Jealousy AU

Lando shamelessly flirting with Kay at the casino makes ND jealous.

Or it's Kay getting jealous when one of his contacts on the ship turns out to be ND's ex or when the droid running the casino ship takes a liking in ND.

One Night Stand AU

Kay and ND don’t know each other prior to meeting on the casino ship. They're working for different syndicates (like Mr & Mrs Smith) or ND is a free droid/still working for Jaylen. They meet at the bar and hook up.... and probably break the bed.

[ghostofskywalker]

Shared Custody

Commander Wolffe/Reader

Words: 1,806

Summary: When a tooka kitten takes a shine to you in the middle of hyperspace, you're too busy basking in its cuteness to question who managed to smuggle it on board. When you finally do find out who takes care of it though, you're nothing less than surprised.

Flower and Meaning: periwinkle || blossoming friendship still in its first stages

Note: my april fic for the @yearofcreation2023!

Year of Flowers Masterlist • Clone Troopers Masterlist

The sound of the automatic door opening pulled your attention away from the medical droid you were fiddling with, because you never received visitors in your workshop. Working the night shift on a Jedi cruiser meant that you lived a pretty lonely life, with the only things you interacted with on a daily basis being broken droids and the occasional clone you saw when you went to refill your caf mug. But even then, you didn’t really know any of the men on the ship beyond small talk and basic pleasantries. It was hard to maintain relationships when duties and shifts were always changing, and the only reason you were able to keep your shift the same was because the droid technician that worked during the day would never in a million years want to change the schedule. It was almost better for you in some ways, as you had pretty bad insomnia and just worked better at the times when everyone else was asleep, but you also had to contend with the looming loneliness that only being awake at this time came with.

And if things weren’t confusing enough, no one stepped into your workshop. It appeared that the door’s motion sensor had been set off by thin air, or at least that’s what you thought until you felt something plop itself down on your lap. When you looked down, there was a little gray and white tooka staring back at you, and you couldn’t help but fall in love with the way it looked up with its big blue eyes.

It was clearly a kitten, and you had no idea where it could have come from. The flagship you were stationed on was currently hurtling through hyperspace on the way to deliver aid to several Mid-Rim planets, and you hadn’t landed for a while, so there wasn’t exactly a clear explanation to the presence of this small (and very adorable) animal.

You gently ran your hand over its head and upper body as you continued to tinker with the droid on your worktable, smiling at the quiet purrs you heard. You may be completely confused about where it came from, but you were in no way looking to send it away.

Some of the clones had to have smuggled it onto the ship, you decided. There was no other explanation, as the Republic wasn’t exactly providing tookas to be used as weapons for the war effort. You would have to ask around at the next meeting you went to, because that was the only time you really saw the other inhabitants of the ship and you did not want this to be the only time you got to spend time with this little guy (or girl, but honestly, you had no idea how to check for that).

The next time you looked down, the kitten was fast asleep on your lap, its body rising and falling with every adorable breath it took. You couldn’t help the smile that crossed your face as you went back to work on repairing the medical droid.

It was almost good that you eventually fell asleep at your workstation, because if you had seen the tiny animal wake up and jump down from your lap, you might have tried to steal it back so you could keep it all to yourself.

***

The next night, you kept a careful ear out for the sound of the door opening, and to your delight, you were rewarded with a visit from the same little tooka. It hopped up on your lap immediately and began to paw at your stomach until you reached down to pet it, and then promptly fell asleep once you obliged. Immediately you decided that you wanted to keep this little creature forever, no matter what you had to do for it.

And you had excellent luck with this, because it became a routine for you. Every night you would be working on whatever droids needed repairing when the motion sensors on your door were activated, and your new friend would come marching in, almost always looking for pets and cuddles. There were a few times that the kitten arrived later than usual, and you found yourself fretting over where it could be, hoping that everything was okay and it wasn’t trapped anywhere on the ship.

You even placed an old couch cushion on the workbench next to where you usually sat and covered it with a soft blanket you managed to find in storage closet somewhere for the tooka. It had fallen asleep on that a few times, but usually preferred your lap to curl up on during the night, something you were not going to complain about.

It definitely seemed like someone else was taking care of it, because it never cried for food or water, and it was clearly adjusted to being around people. You became more curious about the mystery caretaker each day, but you hadn’t seen anyone who you could really ask. You treasured the small moments you got to spend with the creature, and even though you knew that it was probably looking for a safe and warm place to sleep each night, you couldn’t help but hope that it liked you as much as you liked it.

It was sheer luck that you ever discovered who was taking care of it. One night you heard the door to your workshop open and you looked up in surprise, because the only visitor you ever had was already curled up and sleeping on your lap. “Commander,” you said as you stared at the clone in your doorway. “Is there something I can help you with?”

You would probably consider Commander Wolffe the person on the ship you spoke to the most, but pretty much all your conversations had been for professional reasons. You liked him (and you weren’t going to lie, you thought he was really attractive), but you also didn’t get to see him too often because of how busy he was.

“Yes, one of the medical droids stopped functioning and I was wondering if you could fix it.”

You nodded, and Wolffe brought the droid in, gently placing it on your worktable (once you moved aside the tiny mouse droid you had been fiddling with at the time. He was strong, you noted as you watched him pick up what you knew to be fairly thick plated durasteel like it didn’t weigh anything.

The tooka on your lap shifted in its sleep as the droid was set down on the table, and you instinctively looked down at it to make sure everything was okay. “Sorry if that bothered you,” Wolffe said, clearly thinking that he had somehow scared you when he set the droid down. “I was trying to be gentle.”

“Don’t worry, it wasn’t you,” you reassured him. “Right now there’s a sleeping tooka on my lap, and I was just making sure it didn’t wake up.”

Wolffe’s eyes widened slightly and he stepped closer to you, no doubt to see whether or not your statement was true. “So that’s where she goes at night,” he said.

It took you a moment to register his words, but once you did, you stared at him with a shocked expression. “This tooka is yours?”

“Not technically,” he admitted, voice growing quieter. “Sinker and Boost smuggled a whole litter on board, but we ended up leaving them with Senator Amidala the last time we were on leave because they became too much of a handful.”

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Clearly you didn’t leave all of them with the Senator.”

“No, this little nuisance managed to evade capture when we last landed on Coruscant, so I’ve been taking care of her in the meantime. I was wary at first, but she’s really grown on me.”

“Well,” you said with a smile on your face. “If you need someone to take her off your hands, I could always take care of things.”

“I wouldn’t want to interrupt your schedule,” he said.

“It wouldn’t be a big deal!” you said. “Or you can take care of her during the day and I’ll take the night shift. Shared custody, if you will.”

Wolffe laughed at your joke, and you were struck by how much that positive expression did for him, because he seemed like a different person for a moment. You didn’t pretend to know what kind of horrors he’s seen or the kind of stress that he was always under, but you worried for him, especially now. “I guess that can work.”

“Excellent,” you said. “So what’s her name?”

Wolffe stopped and stared at you for a moment before responded. “Well, I’ve just been calling her tooka.”

You raised your eyebrows as you looked up at him with an incredulous expression. “Well, that definitely needs to change. Remind me to never let you name our children.” The words were out of your mouth before you could pull them back, and you tried to keep your cool, desperately hoping that maybe if you acted normal he wouldn’t realize what you just said.

But unfortunately, you weren’t that lucky. But instead of hearing a noise of disgust escape the commander’s mouth, you heard him laugh instead. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said.

“I’m sorry, I just- it was a joke, I never-” you sputtered out in response, wishing you could sink into the floor and disappear.

“Hey,” he interrupted, and you just stared at him, mouth still half open. “Don’t worry about it, I thought it was cute.”

If you had any brain function left, it all completely disappeared upon hearing those words. “I-”

But the Maker had thankfully granted you a little bit of peace, because Wolffe’s comm went off before you could respond and he had to step away. Right before he disappeared down the hall, he turned back to you with a smile. “I’ll come back here once I get this issue sorted, and we can think of a name for our new child,” he said. “Do you want me to get you anything to eat while I’m away?”

You started to shake your head, but your stomach growled before you could really finish. “Maybe just a snack and some caf?” you asked, grateful for the subject to have changed, even if it was only slight.

Wolffe nodded and disappeared from the room, leaving you to wonder what had just happened, and whether or not you were dreaming. You looked down at the tooka still snoozing on your lap as you started to think about different names for it, and you couldn’t help but smile at the idea that Wolffe was coming back, and that he wanted to spend time with you.

Maybe that embarrassing moment from before wasn’t so bad after all. 

- the end -

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