#cad bane x y/n

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the dirty talk was so fucking delicious i feel inclined to put this on my blog solely so i always have it handy. i think this post is from an inactive blog but i just needed to spread this holiday cheer. i wish i’d gotten cad bane for christmas.

proper characterization gives me a massive boner and to feel like hes still the right amount of mean, selfish, and nasty while giving you exactly what you want FLKSDFKSDJ oh my god oh my god

my sexy space cowboy i want to ride him like a HOR SE

ik this is an anakin stan blog but let me just appreciate the other items on the menu alright? fucking christ. i feel like i have to start writing for him

Expensive Tastes - Cad Bane x Fem/AFAB!Reader

SUMMARY: As an immensely wealthy heiress, the ongoing Clone Wars are making your life increasingly complicated. Being rich and influential in a galaxy-wide conflict comes with many problems: problems that threaten, plot and talk too much. Problems that need solving…permanently. So of course, you have hired the most renowned bounty hunter in the galaxy to locate the source of these problems, and subtly take them out. But after completing his third job for you, Cad Bane offers much more than his usual solutions – and the understanding between you blossoms into a new, more bountiful arrangement. RATING: 18+. This work is explicit due to sexual content, MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT. WORD COUNT: 5.5k CW/TW: Reader is a rich bitch, cis woman, with she/her pronouns. Alcohol, brief and very mild threat. Pure, shameless smut. Brat-taming, name calling, degradation, dirty talk, masturbation, biting, smacking, spanking, hair-pulling, vaginal fingering, m!receiving oral sex, rough unprotected PiV sex.  NOTES: This is another filthy one, and my first time writing for Bane. You also can read this fic on AO3.

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Easing Tensions

Pairing: Tech x F!Reader

Summary: When introductions go wrong, watch as Tech slowly has to earn back your good graces after he insults your abilities as a mechanic. From friendship to something more, eventually the two of you find some slice of heaven on Ord Mantell despite all odds...

Warning: Smut! Tech and reader are definetly not virgins so not first time (unless you wanna count first time together). Mild dom/sub vibes. Casual/playful spanking. Don't worry Tech's still really sweet. Mentions of Omega being kidnapped by Cad Bane and events of Bracca.

***no use of Y/N!!***

Notes: This is my first time posting for Bad Batch content so I really hope that everything goes okay! I want to thank my awesome friend @strawberrypinky for bearing with me and encouraging me despite her not having watched TBB before! It's so wonderful to have a friend who's so supportive!

Definitely pulled some inspo from some AMAZING fanart that I've seen on here. There's this wonderful image of Tech with tattoos by @cloned-eyes and so many incredible ones by @eggdrawsthings like this who often draws Tech with his cute little undercut!

Word Count: 16.5 words (I apologize for my inability to do porn without a plot!)

Ord Mantell wasn’t the nicest part of the galaxy, but- 

It is home..? 

It is tolerable..? 

It is a steaming pile of bantha shit? Yeah that’s probably as close as you could get to describing it. 

  No one intends to live in this sketchy city in the mid-rims: you just end up here. That’s how you got here after all. After having a few good years working on Coruscant, designing starships for Senators and the Aristocrats of the Republic. But then the war started. The Republic discovered they had been funding an army of clones, and all those privatized contracts dried up, rent went up and you’d been forced to leave the planet of lights. 

  After your ship had a malfunction, ending up in the space port just outside Cid’s place, the Trandoshan oddly taking pity on you, allowing you a place to crash in exchange for repairing her arcade machines… and the dish washer… and rewire her a new security system… and so much you lost track before word got around of your mechanical engineering skills. 

  Rotations kept going and it wasn’t long before you found yourself with a small shop, running jobs within the city on household appliances, droids, ships - you name it. It wasn’t much, just a tiny building full of spare parts, a work space, a front with some small devices to sell. Not to mention the small loft apartment above it - not that you actually made it up there, often falling asleep burning the midnight oil at your desk - but it was still a home. 

  Only occasionally getting robbed or having some creeps passing through town hitting on you being the few things that threw a damper in what turned out to be a decent enough existence. And as sketchy as Cid might be, or the cast of characters she keeps around, you still kept a soft spot for the lady. Always repairing whatever she claimed needed fixing… it was usually nothing. But you’d let her pour you a drink while you ‘fixed’ the slots for the hundredth time. After being tossed out of the highlight of the galaxy, you were finally at peace with where you wound up. 

  That was, until they showed up. 

  Bolo had stopped by in the morning, claiming Cid had broken the slot machine again, to which you said the usual: I’ll stop by after I finish this. 

  This being a machine for one of the only doctors in town. While most of the folks on Ord Mantell were less than ideal, the few good people made it worth sticking around. The doctor needing a medical device for internal issues fixed being an actual emergency over Cid’s loneliness. However, that rationalization soon would be something you’d regret. 

  Hours melted away, soldering iron finishing off the last of the repair. Standing from the desk, cracking your back and fingers prodding at the crick in your neck. Soreness being the reward for a hard day’s work. Well that and the small burns and cuts on your fingers. But that was an occupational hazard of doing repairs. 

  Slipping a coat on with the blaster you kept for protection underneath it was a quick delivery, with a joyful thank you - and a thank you pie courtesy of his lovely wife - and you finally made it to Cid’s. 

  You recognized the armor immediately. Having heard a few weeks back about the end of the war, you wondered what would happen to them. The clones. The ones that took your job. Took any chance at a promising career as a ship designer, because free labor is better than cheap labor. 

  Why were clones on Ord Mantell?

  All with their helmets removed, one near the bar turned to face you almost immediately. His face half covered in a tattoo as he made eye contact. You scowled, turned away, pushing your unresolved anger onto the man as if he personally was the cause of your misery. 

  Next to him was a clone that looked more metal than man. What had the Republic done with their clones if he wound up this bad? You thought to yourself, watching as his pale eyes glanced over your frame. The coat rack behind you suddenly reminds you that perhaps it best to remind these men you meant business. 

  Slipping off the outerwear, holster and gun on full display over the tight, oil stained work suit, you once again turn to examine just how many clones were in the parlor. A very large one, entertaining… a child? You knew for a fact these men were clones. Having been hit on by enough, regretfully having slept with a few before you skipped town - you had seen enough brown eyes to last a lifetime. 

  Then the joyful call of your name, Bolo and Ketch welcoming you over as Cid emerged from the back with yet another clone. 

  “Took you long enough,” she said, an almost undetectable smile working on her face as the others watched the interaction. 

  “Well, some of us had real work to do,” You tell her with a fake annoyed expression, stepping closer to the bar. 

  “You call tinkering in that dark room, work? When I - a paying customer - requested services,” Cid said. That caused the laugh to burst from your mouth, startling the watchful eyes of the new strangers. Soon Bolo and Ketch joined in, slapping the bar excitedly. 

  “I think I would be concerned if you did actually pay me,” You say through a chuckle, grabbing a tool off your belt as you turn towards the open room. “So where’s this slot machine that’s broken?” You emphasize the word, knowing it was likely from the one wire she always slightly disconnected to make you feel better for drinking without paying.

  “Same one as always, you know the drill. But hold on, I want you to meet my new boys. They are going to be running some jobs for me in order to keep a low profile with everything that’s going on,” Cid said, gesturing to the small squad of clones. 

  “I thought you said you would keep our business discreet?” Face-Tattoo growled as Cid waved him off. 

  “She’s a trusted acquaintance. The last stray I took in. Now look at her-” Cid started as Ketch spoke at the same time as her. 

  “A successful business woman-” Cid said.

“Covered in grease-” Ketch said.

  Bolo reacted immediately, laughing till he started coughing. The largest of the clones joining the Ithorian in laughter as you scowled at them. 

  “Cid it almost sounds as if you like me when you put it that way,” you warn her as she shakes her head, pushing you towards the slot machine. 

  “Eh don’t get carried away. Anyways, introductions. This is bandana-” she began as he grumpily spouted out, “Hunter”. 

  “This is muscles,” she pointed to the large one, who said “I’m Wrecker!” offering a smile and a hand, which she awkwardly shook. 

  “That’s tiny-” Cid pointed to the small girl, lingering near the one she called Wrecker. 

  “Hi! I’m Omega! You are really pretty-” she said, offering a hand as well. Her compliment catches you off guard from all the time with Cid’s sarcasm. 

  “Oh, uh… thanks kid. I like your uh… enthusiasm” you try to give her a compliment, the politeness so foreign it came off forced but the kid didn’t notice. 

  “Not sure what to call that one but he’s more metal than man at this point-” she pointed to the cybernetically enhanced one. 

  “Echo” he said plainly and you nod, appreciating the simplicity in his response. 

  “And this is goggles” she said, gesturing to the last one, who didn’t bother to look up from the device he was working on to even acknowledge you. 

  “Charming,” you reply sarcastically, finally drawing his attention as he watched the tail end of your eye roll. His own eyes fixating over the unique attire you donned along with the tools on your belt, his eyes narrowing as he wondered about your occupation. 

“His name is Tech, not Goggles,” giggles Omega. 

  “Ah, I see you are already acclimated to Cid’s show of affection. She must really like you all. Well, now that the introductions are out of the way, Cid-” You began, wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible if there were now going to be clones at the parlor. Despite these one’s looking… vastly different, they still played a role in why you left. 

“Fix, then drink. You know the deal,” she explains. 

  Nodding you quickly sliding on your back, you open the circuit board, quickly locating the same wire that was always ‘altered’ prior to your arrival. Just as you went to reattach it however, a voice near your head startled you, the yelp leaving your lips as the wire’s exposed end shocked you. 

  “Ah!” filled the parlor, everyone’s attention turning towards the slot machine which Tech had inadvertently shoved himself underneath alongside you as he began troubleshooting the issue. 

  “Perhaps you should consider replacing the whole circuit board and wiring system if this one machine persists with issues. I am inclined to doubt your mechanic skills if you continually have to come back for repairs on the same device.” He spoke bluntly as you dropped the tool in your hand, anger rising to the surface as he stared at the machine, hands starting to trace the circuit board when you lost it. 

  “What are you doing?!” You demanded, finally drawing his attention, when Tech realized he had invaded your personal space a bit more than he intended. 

  “Oh, I was curious if my knowledge of engineering would be helpful given you seem to lack the knowledge in order to fix this devic-” he started but you weren’t hearing it, sliding away from him instantly as you brushed yourself off and stood, angrily stomping in the opposite direction.

  Cid called your name but you weren’t hearing it, reaching for your coat, tossing it on despite the many eyes watching your hasty exit. “Clones!” you gritted through clenched teeth, eyes rolling as you started up to street level. Steps on the stairs being the last anyone heard of you as you left a wake of confusion. 

  “Way to go Goggles” Cid chastised him as he stood, having propped himself up when you stomped away. 

  “I fail to see the issue. I merely pointed out the flaws in her previous attempts to fix the slot-” Tech began to defend himself. 

  “I don’t think insulting her was the right move,” Hunter groaned. 

  “Yeah, why did you make fun of how she fixes stuff? She was really pretty.” Wrecker said, sheepish look. 

  Echo remained silent, watching as Tech did not grasp what had happened, once again firing into an explanation as to why he believed he was not in the wrong.

  “If one continually has to return to fix the same device, I believe it only fair to question the validity of their credentials. Why else would it-” Tech spoke, only to have Omega step towards him, gently placing her hand on his armored shoulder before she said, “Tech, I think that for the two of them, fixing the machine is Cid’s way of asking for her company. That’s why it’s always the same device that’s broken-”

  “What you are saying is that the slot machine is a humorous bit of sorts?” He asked, glancing back at the way the panel lacked 2 bolts on its cover. When he looked at the spot, now vacated by you, he noticed you left a wrench on the ground. Walking towards it, he bent at the waist, picking it up and examining it. Carved into the handle were some initials, he assumed must be yours. 

  “It seems Tiny is smarter than you are Goggles,” Cid said with an eye roll, walking to the backroom, leaving the clones with the two regulars who awkwardly watched the interaction. 

  “I did not mean to appear rude-” Tech sighed, fingers probing his temples as Omega looked at Ketch. 

  “You know her don’t you?” Omega asked. 

  “Yeah… I can take it to her place on the way home. She tends to hole herself up there for days at a time-” Ketch explained only to have Omega shake her head. 

  “If you could tell us where it is, I can return it.” The small girl informed the group, immediately having Hunter protest, but Echo nudged him, pointing at Tech. 

  “Fine but take Tech with you,” Hunter realized Echo was alluding to Tech being granted an opportunity to apologize. 

  “I still believe it best to wait until morning given the nature of this town being less than ideal,” Tech protested. 

  “It’ll be fine Tech, we can take them!” Omega said enthusiastically, grabbing his hand and her newly acquired bow. 

  “I’m assuming them to be the metaphorical enemies we may run across?” He sighed, reaching for his helmet but Omega yanked him harder. 

  “Omega my helm-“ he yelped and she kept dragging.

  “It’ll be fine. Besides, if you are going to apologize it’s better to let her see your face when you do so,” omega explained. 

  “Why does seeing my face matter?” He groaned, the two of them coming to the street as Ketch pointed them in the direction of a street, giving them a piece of paper with your shop logo before leaving. 

  “Well, I don’t know. Maybe she’ll think you’re handsome,” Omega spoke with a mischievous grin, still tugging her brother along as he stumbled behind her. 

  “That is rather doubtful,” He told her, sigh passing over his lips as he realized it would likely be the same story he’d known many times at this point. Any time they were on Corrasaunt, they did worse with the presence of Regs, and the few women that glanced their way were always going for Wrecker, Crosshair or Hunter. He had lucked out in some ways, that Echo seemingly did just as bad with women, the two of them only rarely completing the mission so to speak. On the rare instance he did find himself, it usually felt awkward, unsatisfying and with them forgetting his name by morning. Despite being well versed in how to assist women, it always felt forced and against his nature to behave in the more dominant nature most females found appealing. Not that Tech was going to be the one to explain the intricacies of sexual relations to Omega. He was certain via scientific means that she was aware of how the act worked, but beyond that it felt more like a conversation between her and genuinely anyone else. 

  “I think that’s it!” She pointed out, and he raised the crude drawing on a napkin they had acquired that showed the logo of the shop. Above the shop was a light in what he figured to be a small domicile she occupied. 

  “I believe you are correct, however it may be best to attempt entry from the back. It appears there is a set of stairs that lead to-” he began, only to have the girl bound off without him for the alleyway, a slight skip in her step. 

  From within your apartment, you were angrily stomping about, tossing random parts into a crate. Circuit board, wires, tools. Who was he to question your ability to fix the damned machine? Fixing to make your way back to the parlor, you were dead set on proving him wrong. 

  In the midst of your sharp movements a knock at the apartment door startled you, causing you to stumble and ram your toes into the leg of the nearest table. The expletive ringing through the air as you hobbled towards the door, hand on the gun in case some creep had followed you. Pulling up the image display you had installed for security you saw the girl from the parlor and - 

  Door sliding open, you leaned against the frame to prevent putting weight on the throbbing extremity. 

  “Can I help you?” You grumpily scoffed at the pair, the little girl undeterred by your perturbed nature while the Clone, much less confident now glanced around awkwardly, his arms clutching his sides. 

  “We came to return your wrench,” she smiled up at you, her innocent brown eyes sparkling with the low lighting of your flat reflecting. Dammit. 

  “Well, that is unexpectedly kind I suppose. I assume Ketch told you where I live, so why not just let him do it?” You ask, still unsure why she sought you out to return something as simple as a wrench. You had hundreds. Still feeling the pain in your foot, you began to worry that you had actually broken or fractured something, given it had lingered, so as you looked down at the young girl you once again shifted weight, a slight hiss exiting your lips, nearly undetectable, but with the way Tech was scrutinizing you he noticed. 

  “Oh, I just thought that maybe since you and Cid are close, our squad could become friends with you-” Omega began only to have Tech interrupt her, stepping between the two of you. 

  “You are injured,” he bluntly said, gesturing down to your foot. 

  “Yes. I do not get visitors, especially this time of night, and certainly not men who have insulted me coming to my door. The knock startled me,” you hissed out as you straightened up, forcing him to maintain eye contact with you as you glared at him. 

  “Tech did not mean to be rude-” the girl began sensing the shift in hostility between the way you had spoken softly to her and the way tension grew the second Tech spoke up. 

  “I’m sure Tech-” you cut her off and test the waters by using his name before continuing “-doesn’t need you to apologize on his behalf. He’s a big boy. He can do it himself,” You glance down at her before once again turning to face him, arms crossing over your chest. “Unless of course, he isn’t sorry?” You challenge him to speak up with your tone. 

  “I-” she spoke after the beat of silence, only to have the man interrupt her once more. 

  “I believed myself to be perfectly within the bounds of questioning your skillset given the information I had at the time, being your frequent return to the parlor-” He began and you rolled your eyes, back of your head leaning back to meet the frame of the door as you scoffed. 

  “So you came to further insult me.” You said as he paused momentarily to look at you. 

  “No, I was-” Tech began and you waved him off, dismissing him. 

  “Sure sounds that way to me Brown Eyes,” You push off the frame of the door despite the pain in your toe, to get as close to face level as possible, despite his extremely tall frame. “I’ve dealt with enough clones to last a lifetime. And my experience has always been that of arrogant, inconsiderate men who think too highly of themselves and too lowly of me,” you lean in closer to his ear so only he will hear as you whisper, “especially for men who continually failed to finish me off…” 

  Leaning back you smirk watching the realization, possibly even horror cross his features as the tips of his ears burn red. 

  “Omega, go back to Cid’s-” he stuttered out as you laughed. 

  “Not this time of night Tech. Ord Mantell is far from the worst place in the galaxy but that doesn’t mean it's safe for her to navigate alone, especially with what’s on the horizon.” You warned him, eyes glancing up to the sky. 

  “Whatever do you mea-” Tech began, watching in horror as Omega’s hair began to slightly stand up as she giggled, while a large flash of light overhead. 

  “Electrical storms. I am surprised you didn’t note them in whatever archives I suspect someone of your calliber to have examined about Ord Mantell before or shortly after arrival,” You mention, looking down at the young girl. If it was just her, you would have no issue letting Omega in. But the extremely tall trooper wasn’t exactly in your best sights currently. Sighing you step aside, gesturing to come inside. 

  “I have not had proper time to examine known information on-” Tech straightened up as you interrupted him. 

  “Save it. Just get inside. They get downright nasty. I may not like you very much, but I am also not a monster who’s going to let you get electrocuted in the streets,” you scoffed at him, allowing the pair to pass through your flat’s entryway. 

  “Wow you have your own room!” Omega joyfully exclaimed, rushing around to look at your sparse belongings and wall decorations. Some random plans, some spare parts, a few drawings, a few photos - nothing abnormal. 

  “I can’t say I make it up here most nights to actually enjoy it, so apologies about the mess,” you hush out. Tech’s eyes were wide as he had trained them onto the back of your small sofa. Getting closer you realized what caused his nervousness as a bra tossed over the back came into view from where you’d flung it one evening. Crossing ahead of him, you reached for it, shoving it into the cushions. 

  While Tech commed back to the rest of their team, informing them the plan to wait out the normal evening storm here, you double checked no other artifacts of awkward origins to be lingering about. 

  The apartment wasn’t much, just a bed in the back corner behind a screen, a small kitchen with one burner and a stove, along side a small refrigeration unit. A refresher behind a door right at the entry way and some sparse furniture. Mostly, the space just spilled over spare parts from downstairs. 

  “Omega stop meddling in belongings that are not yours, it’s rude” Tech warned as he came back from discussing with Hunter. Omega hadn’t sat still, running around your flat as new items of interest took over her young mind. 

  “She’s fine,” you tell him, leaning against a wall looking at how he shifted slightly under your scrutiny. 

  “Tech look! It’s our ship!” Omega shouted from near one of the windows and he moved towards her, assuming her to be pointing outside in the direction of the hanger, but as he got closer he saw a small model of the standard ship, along with some drawings on the wall. 

  “Well, technically Omega we use a heavily modified version and this is the standard model of the-” he started as you chuckled. 

  “Omicron Class Attack Shuttle,” You tell him, coming to stand on the other side of Tech. 

  “How do you know have these? They are for military usage only, and I calculate the probability of one ending up here during the war to be quite low,” Tech asked. 

  “She helped design it.” Omega mentioned very plainly as Tech’s eyes bulged, turning to the young girl in time to see her fingers pointing towards some of your old sketches, signature and date marked many moons ago. 

  “But that-” he came closer to what Omega pointed out, heart beat picking up as he realized not only had he flown a ship you apparently helped design, but he had just earlier insulted your knowledge of mechanics. 

  “Was a lifetime ago. But yes. I used to live on Coruscant and worked as an engineer. Until contracts for civilians dried up. When I left, my ship had a malfunction and this was the safest planet to land for repairs. Haven’t left.” You explain to him, shifting the weight back off the injured toe, which you could feel swelling in the confines of your sock. 

  “These drawings do not match the standard regulation manuels for the shuttle. Why are they different? They closer resemble some of the modifications I have personally installed.” Tech asked you, fingers tracing over the worn schematics as he noted a different configuration for the main compressor and hyperdrive. 

  “I was only a junior engineer at the time. My supervisor demanded the changes be made no matter how much I protested. That’s why I was surprised to hear you boys fly one, but I suppose your modifications have extended it’s life. The changes my team made were less than ideal. But still, it’s my favorite ship I’ve designed,” you explain, feeling a strange mixture of relief and anxiety to bring up the past like this. 

  “Fascinating… What other ships have you designed if you don’t mind me asking?” he asked without looking up from the remnants of your old work. 

  “There’s a data pad right there on the table. Not sure if it’s got enough power to charge up, but it has the schematics of what I worked on. I’ll warn you, it’s mostly shuttles for senators or higher ranking military personale. Not many are military craft,” you explain pointing out the data pad, noting the Omega had disappeared from view, finding her sitting on the sofa as she smiled and waved to you. 

  Moving across the apartment you sat next to her, curious why 4 clones were traveling with a child. 

  “So what’s your story kid?” You ask her, watching as Tech poked around your small corner of relics from time spent as an engineer, his fingers picking up some of the small models as he continued to flip through the data pad he got working with a small transportable battery pack, muttering out undistinguishable words ever few moments. 

  You split your attention between half listening to Omega’s explanation of how she was a clone like the others to watching Tech’s half smile as he glanced over your old work. Strangely enough when he wasn’t insulting you, he was handsome. Different from other clone’s you’d met in the fact his face was more angularly and thin. Hair and skin lighter in color than the others, he looked so familiar and yet so unique. 

  Suddenly a weight on your shoulder broke you out of the trance you had developed as you stared at Tech, who was still distracted as he propped himself up against the wall. Omega, having fallen asleep, was leaning on you as her breathing evened out. 

  You knew sleep wouldn’t come with the strange clones in your apartment so you carefully lifted her, as she weighted very little, and began to move her towards your bed. Least you could do was let her sleep on a real bed for the first time in a while. Tech’s eyes flashed when he saw the movement, not saying anying as he watched you carry her.  Setting down the datapad he realized you would not be able to move the privacy screen while your arms were occupied, so he adjusted it out of the way as you bent a bit to set the young girl on the bed, pulling the recently washed covers up around her. 

  Omega’s eyes cracked open slightly as she smiled and snuggled down into the bed before drifting back to sleep, the two of you bearing witness to how sweet she looked as sleep overtook her young body. Nodding your head he stepped aside, allowing you both to leave the designated area for the bed and he once again closed the screen. 

  “You did not have to do that, my calculations show that the storm is likely to pass within the next few hours,” Tech whispered as you shrugged. 

  “When was the last time she slept in a real bed?” You challenged. 

  “Point taken. I do have several questions on various ships I examined while looking through your datapad, but I feel it inappropriate to ask given I insulted you earlier,” He said in a hushed breath as you nodded. 

  “So how do you plan to rectify that hotshot?” You aren’t sure why you felt the need to shift your tone to playful as you nudged his shoulder, forgetting he had on plastoid as it made contact and immediately stung.

  “I am uncertain. I do not have data to base interactions such as this upon in order to determine the best possible course of action,” He whispered out as you sighed, going to put on the kettle. 

  “It’s as simple as saying you are apologetic,” you explain to him calmly, realizing now that perhaps Tech lacked some social awareness despite that big brain of his.  You were used to it in the field of engineers. Kind people who weren’t always the most adept at dealing with emotions.  

  Tech’s eyes watched as you began to heat up water on the stove, the slight hobble in your step still apparent. 

  “I apologize for being rude. You are still injured from earlier,” he nodded to your foot. 

  “I’ll live. But thank you for your apology. Tea? Calf? What’s your poison?” You ask him nodding to the water. 

  “I don’t think there’s any reason to trouble you with either on my behalf,” he said simply as you rolled your eyes. 

  “It's no trouble at all. Besides with how nasty those electrical storms are you are going to want to get comfortable. Feel free to take off the plastoid, I can’t imagine it’s pleasant to be in all the time,” you tell him. 

  He simply stands, not wanting to argue, carefully removing the pieces and stacking them in a neat pile on the floor. You take out two mugs from the cabinet, deciding that he seemed like more of a cheap ration calf man, much like yourself, so you spoon it into the cups and pour the water on top before setting one down in front of him before grabbing the sugar from the pantry and setting it out. 

  “Thank you,” Tech mentioned, ignoring the sugar and just began to sip it as is. 

  “No problem, so these questions?” you came to sit on the adjacent barstool, nodding towards the schematics he had pulled up. 

  Tech felt his stomach drop seeing you so close, leaning over the holopad ready to answer his questions when only an hour ago you were content to ring his neck out. Having someone to discuss his area of expertise with was rare, especially not someone so pretty… 

  ₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

  Several rotations and jobs for Cid under the Batch’s belt, you’d formed a very unique relationship with the clone to say the least. When getting along, things were great. However, you still occasionally found yourself frustrated with his affinity for saying things, while true, that came off as callus or dismissive. 

  Such as the most recent issue. Tech let you poke around the modifications he’d made to their ship in some down time, during which you pointed out a better alternative for the power cufflinks. This led the man to get defensive, jumping to an explanation that once again challenged your expertise. Leading to a speedy exit from the hanger and ignoring his feeble attempts at knocking on your door, Tech left Ord Mantell to meet Rex on Bracca with you still very much angry at him. 

  He’d sent a message, to which you ignored on the private com channel he set up for you, as you warned the boys that while you adored Cid, she wasn’t particularly known for being trustworthy. Despite your occasional frustration at times with Tech’s less than appealing behavior, you didn’t want anything bad to happen to them. 

  Going off-world for an unknown amount of time to remove a device that might cause us to lose bodily autonomy and certain cognitive functions that were part of our programming. It is imperative we do so, however there are unknowns with such a procedure. Things may not go according to plan. ~ Tech

  You didn’t respond, set in your stubbornness as you ignored his message that matter of factly stated his plans. Your largest complaint about the man, despite his very kind nature overall, was that he struggled admitting he was wrong or had hurt your feelings. 

  After a few hours you received another ping. 

  Landed and waiting to meet our contact. ~ Tech

  You sigh, continuing to twist the bolt holding together the maintenance droid someone recently allowed you to have, trying to fix the pile of scrap so you could gain some relief with fulfilling projects. 

  Another ping came in less than an hour later. 

  I apologize for once again hurting your pride. I am unused to dealing with those who are not my brothers, and they have acclimated themselves to my more undesirable traits. It is not an excuse, but please know that I am attempting to correct such habits in the name of maintaining our friendship, as it is something I am coming to value. ~ Tech

  You look at the screen. He was trying his best and you could recognize that. It softened the anger you felt. You weren’t fully ready to discuss with him however, leaving the message open on your tablet, losing yourself in the work in front of you as your mind tried to form a proper response. 

  [Incoming message from Tech]

  Wrecker’s inhibitor chip activated. Things were more intense than I initially anticipated. He did not hesitate to try and harm us. Omega was frightened by his actions, however no one was injured beyond him briefly rendering me unconscious. That being said, I am fine. We are waiting for him to wake up. Still unsure the safety of this procedure as his vitals have not stabilized. I will continue to keep you posted even if you are neglecting to respond. ~ Tech

  Staring at the screen the sudden concern for the safety of their team outweighed you silly argument with Tech, fingers forming a response, and hitting send despite the several crafted responses you had spent the last hours mentally cataloging. 

  From the ruins of the jedi cruiser on Bracca, Tech was surprised as he saw an incoming response from you, sitting up immediately as he read it. 

  I am sorry for not responding. I needed time to mentally process your apology, as your words do hurt sometimes. That being said, we do not have to discuss things further. I hope Omega is doing better. I cannot imagine how frightening that must have been for her. Tell her she's got a girl's only night when she returns filled with all the street food her heart desires. Let me know when Wrecker wakes up. Please try and stay safe. Drinks are on me when you all get back to Ord Mantell. 

  Tech smiled down at the message, leaning back some in the seat. He didn’t want to push his luck by responding to you. You were kind enough to offer an olive branch and accept his apology once more.

  Soon Wrecker woke up, prompting the others to take turns removing their chips. Tech wasn’t sure why he felt the need to wait to be last. Perhaps he wanted confirmation that things would be alright? Perhaps he was more nervous than he anticipated. But when it was finally his turn to lay down, his last thought before drifting off was of a pretty mechanic back on their new home waiting for him. 

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  “This is the Havoc-Marauder - *static* please, come in,” the vocal element of your com began blaring through the otherwise quiet shop as you continued to repair projects. Boosting the signal you reached down to the tablet, pressing the button, trying to figure out why the boys seemed so distressed. 

  Tech had informed you that they were all able to remove the inhibitor chips successfully and that they were going to attempt to recover valuable assets from the ship before their departure. Not worried about the plan, you were surprised to hear the fear in their voices as you waited for a response. 

  “The empire showed up and in the chaos of it all, a bounty hunter named Cad Bane took Omega and injured Hunter. We are trying to locate where they may have taken her, since it was off-world. Do you have any contacts who may know more? We can’t get a hold of Cid-” Echo spoke through the coms instead of Tech. 

  “Actually, I have more information that may be useful” came Tech’s faded voice from the back of the transmission, as you allowed him to speak. “Omega is more valuable than we realized,” Tech spoke, leading a winded Hunter to question why, as you held your breath waiting for information that may be useful. 

  “I further analyzed Omega’s genetic profile and discovered she has pure, first generation DNA-” Tech spoke, and while you weren’t fully versed in cloning or the Kamino process, you assumed that made her more valuable than the others. As Tech continued to explain for the others to understand, you reached over for the long range transmitter and sent a message to an old friend, who quickly read and began typing. 

  “If she’s vital to the Kaminoans cloning operation, they must have put the bounty on her-” you heard Echo say, confirming the suspicions you already had. 

  “So how do we find this bounty Hunter?” Wrecker grumbled just in time for you to speak up. 

  “I may have an idea, if anyone’s up for it-” you offer, wishing more than anything the boys were in range to see them instead of just hear them. Something about putting eyes on them would’ve been a comfort, but you’d settle for their voices. 

  “That is why we contacted you, so please,” Hunter mentioned. 

  “Well, I had a friend back when I was on Coruscant. She worked closely with the cloning operations medical staff, and was transferred to Coruscant at the start of the war. She said there’s several decommissioned Kaminoan facilities throughout the galaxy. If the Kaminoans are the one’s after Omega, shouldn’t they want a secure location that only they are aware of? At the very least, it’s a starting point. She was able to inform me of 3 she knew about. Two in close proximity to your location. The other is closer to Ord Mantell if you wish for me to check it out-” you explain only to have Tech cut you off. 

  “Negative. With a bounty hunter as dangerous as Cad Bane I do not wish for you to go anywhere near that facility. Transmit the coordinates and we shall examine the closer one’s first-” he said. 

  “If Omega is at that facility, you all will miss her transfer between the bounty hunter and Kaminoans. That’s not worth chancing it. I can decide what risks I wish to undertake on my own-” your voice raises to accommodate the frustration you feel.

  “Regardless it is not a job you should undertake given your skillset is not that of combat,” he tells you, the others growing silent as you dismiss his concerns. 

  “I am transmitting the coordinates. See you all when you get back. Let me know if something happens.” You state bluntly, and as Tech goes to question you once more, you cut the call, not wanting to hear his concerns. You didn’t want Omega injured or removed from her brothers. He wasn’t going to stop you from looking. That wasn’t Tech’s call to make.

  Quickly rushing around the messy flat, you collected what you through you may need before going down to the hanger which held your rusty bucket of bolts. It wasn’t much, but it would do. Rarely having time to work on it, you knew the ship needed a massive overhaul, but that could come after you saved Omega. 

  It was when you came out of hyperspace in your small shuttle that you received another transmission. 

  “Omega was able to get away from the bounty hunter but we aren’t sure for how long she’ll be free. She is at the location closer to Ord Mantell, in the Lido system but we are uncertain if we will reach it in time-” Hunter spoke feverishly as you looked down at the planet’s surface. 

  “Then it’s a good thing I am already here,” you tell them, flying close by to the facility seeing three ships already landed, meaning the transfer was happening or soon to be over, and that a possible third party was involved.

  “I thought I cautioned you to stay on Ord Mantell where it was safe,” Tech said, anger laced in his tone as you set the ship down on an abandoned platform, reaching for the baster you kept on you at all times. You may not be the best at fighting, but you did have the ability to cloak, as you developed a small experimental hood that utilized the same technology as your cloaked shuttle. It would have to be enough to locate Omega and hope you all could slip away from the bounty hunter before someone realized you were here.

  “You did. But it’s a good thing I elected to ignore it. Do hurry, I will try and find Omega or at the very least stall until you all can reach the system. Over-” you called, turning off the device so that the sound would not give you away and slipped outside. 

  You didn’t make it very far before you heard shouting and Omega fell onto the platform adjacent to your own after awkwardly riding atop a small droid - possibly a techno service droid but it was too far away to notice. Rushing towards her before she could get very far, you removed the hood disguising your head. 

  “Omega!” you shouted, drawing her attention as she turned and quickly ran back in your direction, a small limp in her step which must have occurred at some point during her escape.

  “You came for me!” she leapt into your arms, as you reached for a small multitool from your belt to cut her binders. 

  “Of course I did, your brothers aren’t that far behind, we need to get out of her-” you started, only to be cut off as you watched in horror. The droid, which Omega was running from, had activated a panel on the platform your ship was on, causing it to fall into the ocean depths below, preventing your escape.

  “I just paid that off,” you cried watching it fall as Omega dragged you down a small set of stairs, noting the pods for escaping the Kaminan facility just ahead. 

  “I’m sure Tech will help you fix a new one, we need to hurry, the bounty hunter who tried to get me on Pantora is here fighting the one who took me. We don’t have much time” she mentioned, the two of you cramming into the pod before one of the bounty hunters could emerge. 

  Just as the pod was activated however, the little droid who destroyed your shuttle appeared in the viewport, demanding to know where you were going. Omega didn’t respond, angrily typing until the pod launched, her falling into your lap and you held her tightly and the droid flew out of the view. 

  “Do we have any control over this thing?” You demanded to know, the little girl turning in your lap as she shook her head no, loud blaring of an emergency alarm filling the pod. 

  “Alright, we aren’t going to panic. If we survive the landing your brothers will be here soon enough okay? So just hold on-” you try to reassure her, running a gentle hand through her hair as you continue to fall towards the ocean. Not sure if you even believed your attempt at calming her, you didn’t want your final moments to be filled with fear before the unknown of what came after all this. 

  “I’m scared-” she said quietly, eyes closing as she snuggled into you. You didn’t respond, pulling her close, the scent of blaster fire lingering on her frame. You were going to be okay. The boys weren’t close behind. Everything would be fine-

  Suddenly a loud thud came over the top of the pod, stalling the descent. Pulling the blaster you looked up, pushing Omega as far behind you as it would allow in the cramped space, ready to shoot if it was the bounty hunter who’d locked onto the escape pod. When it opened however, and the smoke cleared, Wrecker leaned his face into view. 

  “Omega?! Are you in there?” He shouted, looking down as his eyes landed on the both of you. Putting the gun back at your side you lifted her into his waiting arms. Once she was being lifted out of the pod, you began climbing the small ladder, as Wrecker welcomed her back. 

  “Tech your girlfriend is in here too-” he said cheerfully, Echo reaching down to help pull you out as well. 

  “Wrecker that is inappropriate as we are not courting-” Tech yelled from the cockpit as you found footing inside their ship. Hunter, who was still heavily bandaged turning to you as Omega greeted Echo from within Wrecker’s arms. 

  “You came to help. Why?” He asked you, pain still evident in his voice from whatever injuries he sustained. 

  “Because she needed it.  I didn’t really do much if I am honest, just covered her exit-” you explained as Omega solemnly looked at you, tears welling in her eyes. 

  “I am so sorry about your ship,” she said as you shook your head. 

  “Don’t worry about it kid. Ships are replaceable. You aren’t.” You told her, ruffling her hair as she made her way to Hunter. Suddenly the waterworks started and he checked on her as you moved back, to allow them a reunion. You couldn’t imagine how frightening it must have been for her the last few days. 

  “Thank you for helping us find her. We would not have been able to do so in a timely manner had it not been for you.” Echo complimented.

  “No need to thank me,” you began, only to have a clearing throat behind you prevent you from speaking further. Tech was leaning up against the wall leading into the cockpit, his face turned completely to the side, facing the control panel. 

  “If you’ll excuse me-” you told Echo, following Tech's stomping footsteps as he led you into the cockpit, promptly shutting the door behind you to allow privacy. 

  “Before you berate me can you at least-” you started, only to feel arms pull you, quite awkwardly, into a plastoid covered chest. 

  His helmet was off. You could tell by the way his breath ruffled your hair gently as he leaned his face down along the top of your head. Once the initial shock wore off, your arms moved behind him, tightening around his back in that section between his armor and utility belt, feeling the warmth as his body gave off from beneath the black suit. 

  Sure he was a bit musky from having gone a few rotations without a refresher to clean up, but he was here, solid and strong. Under the lingering scent of sweat, ash, and grime you could smell that GAR issued soap they kept on board, which always clung to him and became apparent when you leaned in to see the datapad over his shoulder. 

  “Thank you. Despite being reckless, your actions and intel were able to help us retrieve Omega,” he whispered against your hairline, his lips barely brushing the skin there as he spoke. The featherlike contact, making you shiver, goosebumps raising along your skin. 

  Not anticipating his gratitude, you didn’t respond initially, soaking up the rare affection as you noticed Tech didn’t often seem to enjoy people in his personal space. Any time you got too close he’d clear his throat, shifting away. Any time you’d accidentally brush your fingers against his own, he’d wipe his gloved palms over his thighs as if to remove any traces of you. This jump to initiating contact catching you off guard. 

  “I don’t regret anything. She’s safe. That’s all that matters,” you tell him, fingers finding the area just below the chest plate as you rub your hand up and down his back slowly, as if to test the waters. He doesn’t say anything, even if it did bother him, as you remain there for a moment longer. 

  “While Omega is a large priority of mine, I argue that your safety is also important,” he said, uncertainty laced in his voice. 

  “Well, that’s good to hear. I am glad you all are safe. I was worried when you said Wrecker temporarily went rogue.” You admit to him, removing your cheek from the harsh chestplate, putting your forehead there instead. Removing your arms from behind him, you prepared to end the embrace, despite not really wanting to. 

  “We are fine,” he said softly, noticing you pulling back as he dropped his hands slowly. 

  “Really? All here now? No missing limbs-” you start to tease as you pull away, finally catching a glimpse of him as you chuckle. “Oh. Missing hair though it would seem-” you point up, noticing the way he now sported a shaved patch on almost the entirety of one side of his head, where a small bandage covered a section just back from his temple. 

  Tech’s gloved fingers immediately sought out the side of his head, grazing the patch as he looked down, almost embarrassingly as his arm fell back to his side. 

  “Rather unfortunate but it’ll grow back. Although, Echo did take off more than I believe to have been necessary. Small price to pay for the removal of those chips. After seeing what it did to Wrecker, I do not mind having the peace of knowing that it will not affect me in the future-” He began to ramble, only to trail off as he noticed you lean up some, inspecting his hair with an unreadable expression. “Something wrong?” he asked, uneasiness setting in.

  Not responding, you looked closer. Reaching your hand up gently, fingertips tracing a similar path that his own had, his eyes growing wide as you inspected the short hairs now on that side of his head, which contradicted the opposing side, where it remained slicked back. Small smile on your face as your hand fell away, but you kept close proximity to his stunned face. 

  “Not at all. I don’t hate it actually,” you slyly smile as his eyebrows shoot up in response. 

  “I find that hard to believe-” he states plainly as his eyes drift away momentarily before coming back to search for the truth. A part of him partly expects you to be playfully teasing him, as he’d come to accept that as part of your personality.

  “Be that as it may, if I were you, I’d consider keeping it,” you tell him honestly, eyes glancing back to his own from within the confines of his goggles. 

  ���Really?” he pressed, uncertain as he imagined it looked horrid, since he’d only felt around for it with the chaos that persisted after they removed the chips. 

  “I like it. It’s rugged in a way that is quite handsome,” you tell him honestly, stepping back from the almost trance you were in caused by the change in his appearance. Your cheeks burning red at the honesty you had spoken. The quick departure from his personal space made you miss the mirroring pair of pink tinted cheeks on the soldier. 

  “Oh,” he said, almost surprised as you turned away to rejoin the others. When you opened the door back to the main hull you barely heard Tech’s soft voice say, “fascinating…” as his fingers once again grazed his short hair with a childlike grin gracing his face. 

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  You were going to kill Cid. That was, assuming the Pykes didn’t kill you first. Not only had she conspired to have the bad batch steal spice to get rid of Roland Durand, who had moved in and taken the city in their absence. Fortunately your shop, not valuable without your knowledge of how to use the spare parts, had been spared, but not Cid’s. 

  When things had gone south, they lost the spice in an old mine shaft filled with a hive of irlings. Returning to the parlor, Omega were held in order to make the boys co-operate, and yourself to make Cid. 

  Hands bound next to the Devaronian male who instigated the whole situation, you couldn’t fully fault his anxiety. If the batch wasn’t able to recover the spice, you were as good as dead. So was Omega. Which is why you put your trust in them, praying to the maker Tech could figure out a solution that left you all to walk away. 

  You tried to remove the image of Tech’s very angry face as the leader of the Pykes told them that Omega and you would remain with them as collateral, his eyes snapping to yours as his hand reached for the pistol on his hip and held it up ready to fire without a second thought. Something about it was so incredibly protective. As someone who’d been on their own for such a long time, it made your stomach swarm with butterflies. 

  “Don’t try it. They’ll kill you,” Roland warned, your eyes snapping to Omega who was eying an abandoned gun on the floor near where you were all bound. 

  “I hate to agree but he’s right,” you whispered, gesturing for her to stay put. If there’s one thing you knew, it was to not mess with the Pykes. 

  “If your friends don’t return with the spice, we’re all dead. That’s what happens when you meddle in other people’s business,” he said very pessimistically. 

  “Us? You’re the one who took Cid’s parlor from her-” Omega began to argue, and not wishing to participate in their spat, you leaned your head back.

  Ever since you all had rescued Omega from the bounty hunter, things had been different with you and Tech. Not incredibly so. He resumed the distance physically he always kept between you. It seemed he truly didn’t wish to invade your space and kept you from doing the same. That being said, there had not been an argument to date. Not even a slip of tongue from him that indicated a lack in your skills. 

  A part worried that he regretted it, or was possibly trying to keep you from making another advancement. You aren’t sure why you had complimented him, and despite the positive reaction it seemed to warrant, things had gotten somewhat stagnant. More awkward when you were alone, as if he was unsure. At this rate you left it in his court to decide. You made up your mind some time ago in that cockpit that you had feelings for the man, regardless of if he returned them. 

  You hoped he did. After all, he had decided to keep his hair buzzed down on the sides once it began growing back in, since you mentioned that you found it attractive, the shorter hair accentuating his more prominent features like his sharp jaw or chiseled cheekbones. That’s got to count for something, right? And when they were away on missions, he still messaged when he could check in or chat on long flights. You assumed that was a good sign. 

  There had also been an uptick in time he spent at your shop or flat. Sure, the others did as well. Omega often came by since she needed escapes from her brothers. Wrecker loving to come pilfer food from your pantry. Echo occasionally needed help with malfunctions in his mechanical arm or legs. Hunter was the one you saw the least, and never alone, but he tended to keep to himself. However Tech was there at seemingly every free moment he had - fixing stuff alongside you in the shop, occasionally reading up on manuals late at night in your flat as you briefly spoke about ideas for projects to help their jobs with Cid. 

  Just as nightfall began you all were ushered to the hanger, the Marauder visible you were pushed outside, landing on your knees next to Rolland and Omega. The boys exited the ship, Cid on their tails as Wrecker began to unload the spice. Glancing up at Tech’s worried eyes you felt relief knowing that the hard part was over. 

  Once Wrecker unloaded the last crate, one of the Pyke’s came behind you, knife in hand as you grew nervous. The Pykes weren’t galactically known for playing fair, and with Omega off to the side, you worried that they might punish you for Cid’s rash actions. 

  Tech watched, fingers reaching for his weapon as he saw the fear in your eyes. You made eye contact with him once more as you waited for whatever outcome may present itself, hoping that they would do their best to take care of you if it got ugly. Feeling movement on your wrists, you were relieved when they cut the bindings, pushing you forward. 

  “Since the spice has been returned, the matter between us is resolved,” they spoke, as you reached forward, Tech’s hand pulling you next to him as Hunter grabbed Omega. From over Cid’s head, you watched as they weren’t finished with the Devaronian, and you didn’t really care watching him deal with their anger. 

  “Are you unharmed?” Tech’s eyes found yours as you stabilize yourself, nodding to him. From the corner of your eye the others attempted to defuse the situation, to no avail as Roland had one of his horns shorn and the Pykes left. 

  The way Cid turned, offering everyone drinks as if she hadn’t looped you all into her mess, angered you. She’d almost gotten you, Omega, and the other’s killed because she wasn’t strong enough to stand up for herself in the face of a gangster. 

  Fire and brimstone in your blood, you felt your hands shaking as you let go of Tech’s arm. “I just want to go home,” you said, pushing his armored chest and began stomping away from the others, who were heading inside the Parlor, excited things had worked out. 

  Tech watched your retreating form, understanding your frustration but confused as to why you hadn’t wanted to celebrate with the others. After all, things had worked out, no one was injured. His voice calling your name wasn’t enough to halt your exit from the hanger, as you continued walking away from him. 

  Tech shot a glance at the others before diverting from their path to follow you back to your apartment, quicking his strides as he attempted to gain on you. You weren’t really sure why you kept on, ignoring his calls for you to wait. Perhaps anger at Cid. Maybe frustration at the situation. Or a feeling you couldn't quite put your finger on - either way you kept walking, rushing up the stairs as he was hot on your heels. 

  Just as you opened the door to your flat with a shoosh, Tech shoved his foot in the door before you could close it, pushing his way inside before you could lock him out. A bit presumptuous, but a small part of you felt relief seeing him make it in before you shut the world out. 

  “You heard me calling after you,” he said bluntly. 

  “I did,” you tell him, catching your breath from running, scowling when you realized that he didn’t have the same issue. Curse those genetically modified lungs. 

  “So why did you keep going?” He asked you, staring down at you. His helmet still held in his hands as you shifted your weight to the other leg, uncertain how to answer. 

  “I am not sure,” you tell him honestly. He pauses, before speaking. 

  “Do you wish for me to leave?” 

  You shake your head. 

  “Do you wish for me to stay with you?” 

  You nod. 

  He lets out a deep breath, setting the helmet on the table right near the door and probing his temple with his extremely long fingers. 

  “Should we just sit? Talk? What can I do? I need direction on how you wish to proceed,” he quietly begged as he set down the heavy backpack and removed the utility belt. It wasn’t the first time he’d been here and easily began stripping down to his blacks. 

  You didn’t respond, using your toes to put pressure on each of your heels as you slipped out of the worn leather boots and made quiet footfalls to your bed, sitting on it as you looked out the window. The electrical storm your devices predicted would be starting any minute. Despite the more destructive tendency they had, you thoroughly enjoyed watching them - even if they knocked out the power temporarily from time to time. 

  Tech watched you from near the entryway, your legs tucked up near your chest as you stared out the window, chin resting on your knees. Following behind you he made his way to your bed, neglecting how uncertain it felt as he lowered himself onto the comfortable surface. Never having sat on it before, he was surprised the way he sank into the plush material of your duvet. Sitting at the end of the bed, while you had propped yourself up near the wall, there was still a sizable distance between you both.  

  “We don’t have to talk if you do not wish, but may I try something-” he asked and you nodded, not tearing your eyes away from the first few flashes of light. 

  Gentle hands pried your shoulders away from where your legs were pushed up, as he pulled you back with ease. Positioning his body between yours and the wall, Tech arranged you between his long legs, leaning you back once more onto his chest. Arms dancing along your waist, he wasn’t sure if he should fully hold you or allow you to just rest against him, but something internal told him that this position was appropriate given the circumstances. 

  You made the call for him, pulling his arms up across your chest, sinking back into him more, eyes drifting close momentarily as he brushed the hair from your right shoulder to over your left. Soon his nose found the back of your neck as he leaned into your body, picking up the faint hint of the perfume you must’ve applied there hours ago. 

  “I am sorry that you got caught in the crossfire between Cid, Roland and the Pykes,” he whispered against your skin. 

  “It’s Cid’s fault, not yours,” you whisper, enjoying the way his exhales felt against the delicate skin of your neck. He doesn’t speak immediately, pulling you tighter to his chest as you feel his heartbeat along your back.  

  “Had we not agreed to assist in stealing the spice to begin with, none of it would not have occurred the way in which it did,” Tech admitted the error in judgment which nearly cost you and Omega your lives. 

  “You were trying to help out Cid-” you tried to reason.

  “Which would’ve destroyed me if you had gotten hurt due to my poor decision to do so,” he whispered. 

  “Why is that Tech?” you whisper back, eyes watching the electrical storm pick up outside the window. 

  Once again he let the silence linger. Nervous to speak or not wanting to hurt your feelings with his response - you couldn’t be quite sure. Turning slightly, so that your shoulder rested against his chest to look at his face for answers. With the reflection of the window you couldn’t see his eyes.

  Deciding to be brave if he wasn’t, you lifted your hands, fingers probing the edges of the goggles that always adorned his face as you quietly asked, “may I?” He only nodded as you lifted them very carefully up and over his head, setting them down on the bed next to you. His eyes had closed when you started to lift them, so you had yet to see his eyes unobstructed. Not pushing him you turned back towards the window, allowing him to speak when he gathered the nerve. 

  “I don’t like the thoughts of you getting hurt because I-” he started to murmur once more, a baited breath entering your lungs and staying there as you waited for him to continue. The air stinging your lungs as you realized he had paused once more, softly blowing it back out past your lips as you repeated the action once more. 

  Tech gathered as much nerve as humanly possible. He could easily be thrust into high stress scenarios. Battles? No issues. Firefights with gangsters? He always had a plan. But when it came to you? He had no baseline to establish it from. Sure he had been intimate before with strangers when the opportunity presented itself. He found it to usually lead to an unsatisfying place in which he was pretending to be something he wasn’t. Usually forcing himself to touch them despite feeling repulsed at being that close with someone. But when he was in proximity to you things were different. 

  That spark of electricity often cited as being drawn out by a member of the opposite gender was present, catching him off guard every time your fingers crossed paths. He found your sweet aroma to be so intoxicating. The flash of your smile, utterly adorable. The face you made when you concentrated on a repair - where your tongue darted out of the corner of your full lips - to be nearly stunting. Everything about you he found captivating. 

  I care for you. 

  You almost didn’t hear him whisper it, as the volume was so minimal it barely passed over his lips audibly. Turning to face him once more, you saw the nervous eyes of a caged animal, finally unguarded by those yellow frames. 

  Brown. But not dark and unwavering like Hunters or tinged with the grayish hue of Echo’s. Wreckers one good eye had a more blue undertone and Omega’s were nearly hazel. But Tech  - Tech’s resembled honey. His iris illuminated with each flash of lightning from outside the window. And then suddenly, with a bright flash, the power went out, leaving you both in the dark as you continued to remain in his arms. Only sound being the matching pair of unsteady breathing.

  “Tech…?” you whispered, while he looked back down at your anticipating face. 

  “Yes?” Tech questioned, knots in his stomach as you hadn’t responded to his admission of caring for you. 

  “Would you do something for me?” you posed the question. 

  Tech was certain you were going to kick him out, despite the storm, or at the very least make him go downstairs to leave you alone. Your silence only told him that you were likely formulating a way to let him down gently because surely someone one like you wouldn’t want anything to do with him. He was a clone. Clones stole your promising future. He frequently was unaware how to speak to you. His frustrations occasionally came out poorly as his jealousy for your knowledge plagued his mind. His blunt nature, often at odds with your proper socialization. You were perfect and he was just a copy of a man who was long gone, and a relic of an army that had been corrupted. 

  Distracted by his racing mind he almost didn’t hear you whisper it at the conclusion of his small nod. 

  Kiss me. 

  Tech did a double take, his attention snapping to you as your eyes locked with his own.  He couldn’t stop the lump that formed in his throat as your angelic eyes blinked up at him through your lashes. The distance between you insurmountable as, despite the seated position, he would always tower over you. His gangly limbs and narrow frame creating such a divergence between your sizes.

  “You want me to-” 

“Kiss me. Please.” You begged, eyes trying to catch his own to reassure him it is what you wanted. 

  You were growing concerned with the way his mind seemed to still be running astray. Perhaps he meant he cared for you in a similar way that he did Omega. Oh maker, what if he meant it that way. Suddenly you were glad the lights were off. That way he couldn’t see your crumbling self esteem and wavering confidence. You were certain when he spoke the way he had, paired with the many small moments mounting over the last months, that he liked you. Only now to realize he most likely hadn’t meant it in a non romantic way. 

  “Tech, I am so-” you began only to have his warm, ungloved hand find purchase on the side of your cheek, lips meeting yours in fury. 

  The first thing you noticed, when the shock wore off, was that his lips were so incredibly soft. How could a soldier, constantly on the run from danger, be this plush and inviting? That sharp wit and wise energy always spilling past these lips - the same ones that insulted you when you first met - now on your own in a heated embrace. 

  Soft sighs exiting your lips, entering his mouth as Tech opened his own to invite tongues to this lovely endeavor. He had hardly needed to caress your bottom lip with the tip of his tongue before you both fell into that wonderful song and dance of exploring each other’s mouths. 

  Breaking away due to the unfortunate need for air, you tried to see him the best you could with the limited lighting situation. His hand falling to the side of your neck instead of on your cheek, he pulled your forehead towards his, resting his nose against your own. Eyes searching yours for any sign to end this interaction. 

  “You are the most enchanting woman I have ever had the pleasure of meeting,” he admitted with a small chuckle, almost embarrassed of the words falling out of his mouth. Surely they resembled the words of a love drunken fool, not a soldier and engineer such as himself.  Perhaps that is because they came from his heart, not his logical mind. 

  “Please do that again,” you beg him, a smile working its way on your face as you trail a hand up his chest, finding stability by wrapping it around the back of his neck. Your breathing having leveled out from the heated exchange, just as he instigated another one. 

  This time, he didn’t wait to request entrance to your mouth, tongue slipping in almost immediately. As soon as he began kissing you once more, your hand traveled up into the brown locks that sat just against his collar, tangling in them, separating the obnoxious gel he insisted on using to keep it from matting inside his helmet. It made you long to see him first thing in the morning or right after getting out of the refresher - when his hair was wild and carefree. 

  That wasn’t the only thing that you wanted to come undone as he effortlessly pulled you from being on the bed in front of him into his lap, legs going around his thighs as you perched yourself against him. Tech’s wandering hands began as soon as your bottom left the bed, his large palm tracing over the skin of your clothed ass, caressing it before his fingers flexed, digging into the roundness as he groaned into your mouth. 

  Tech, despite his reservations for touching anyone, had always enjoyed the roundness of an ass under his feelings. Especially an unclothed one. His brothers, arguing for a pair of breasts as more appealing, but he would always remain on the team that supported his large hands grabbing the meat of an ass.  

  For someone so lanky, and much thinner than his brothers, Tech certainly had a hidden strength to his frame that you hadn’t anticipated. Briefly on display as he lifted you into his lap with ease, he continued to further prove his ability as his demanding hands found your hips and squeezed, bicep flexing as your free hand landed on his left arm. 

  You aren’t sure what possessed you to do it either, but breaking away from his lips as you trailed kisses over his cheekbones until you found the skin of his earlobe, nibbling it between your teeth all while he groaned. Watching the always poised and put together pilot turn to putty under your mouth and body, making that wet spot of arousal in your undergarments grow by the second. 

  As you continued to trail the nipping to his neck, you mumbled out something about his shirt being in the way, fingers reaching under the top near his lower back as you tried in vain to remove it from his body. Pulling back, since he had developed that unexplainable sense of urgency at your kissing, he stripped it away with skilled ease, tossing it to the floor with reckless abandon. 

  It was odd. When he normally removed the parts of his armor in your flat, they were carefully and methodically unlatched and organized in a neat pile. Now, rocking into his lap as you stared down into his wild eyes, the dynamic propelled into a direction you never could’ve dreamed. Something in the pair of you had shifted from just awkwardly maneuvering around each other to actively lighting that fuse within your bodies. 

  He didn’t allow you the chance to examine his unclothed top however, as he quickly reattached your lips to his, pulling you closer as his head tipped ever so slightly to the side, accommodating the clashing of teeth and tongues in the fury. Still anxious to know exactly what he was like under that thick black suit or vest he always wore, you allowed your fingers to act as your eyes in the moment, all while getting such a lovely taste of his mouth while you exhaled through your nose which was harshly pressed against his cheek from the intensity the kisses you’d both developed.

  Your hands trailed along his flamed but extremely solid body. Fingers finding purchase along the defined lines of his chest, and the valley that separated two pectorals that were much harsher than you would’ve anticipated given his much thinner frame. Sliding down, that same hand counted six definite sections in his abdomen as well, as you removed your lips from his in hast to such a much needed breath of air while your mind stilled. 

  Eyes finally seeing just how wonderful tanned skin of a soldier could be, you enjoyed the lovely view of dark hair trailing down just below his navel and into tight pants. The nearly vacant patch of hair along his chest meaning he either removed it or didn’t have it wasn’t a bother - you didn’t really love overly hairy men any way - as you gasp. He was the perfect blend of scars, moles, muscles, and… tattoos? 

  The chuckle that tore from your throat at the sight of black ink along his skin, was met with that ever so quizzical eyebrow as he flushed at your laugh. 

  “I must admit that laughter at the sight of one’s nakedness does not instill confidence,” he noted as you shook your head. 

  “I hadn’t expected you to have tattoos, it was more of a shock than a jest,” you comment, sliding back ever so slightly while remaining on his lap to get a good view. 

  “Why would you assume I would refrain from body modifications? You have seen Hunter’s face, and you’ve heard me mention our brother Crosshair-” he started as you placed your index finger along the seam of his lip, effectively silencing him with a sultry stare and the simple action. 

  “You just seem so much more straight laced than your brothers, I hadn’t expected you to cover yourself in something as trivial as artwork. But, that being said, I can’t help but find it so incredibly alluring…” you lean down to the simple ‘99’ tattooed along the same shoulder his armor detailed a similar marking, lips familiarizing yourself with the lines as you pulled back. 

  “I can assure you, despite my reserved nature, I am hardly straight laced, as you say,” he quipped, relinquishing the time he allowed you to study the marks in his bronze skin. He’d let you examine them some other time, possibly even with explanations of their origins. Right now, he was growing impatient. 

  Pulling you forward by the back of your neck, he changed his mind at the last moment, deciding that your collar bones sticking out of the shifted top you wore looked delectable, sucking them between his teeth as you squirmed along his lap once more. Satisfied with the mark it left in his wake, Tech found himself in your sex-hazed gaze once more. 

  “Tell me that you wish for this to continue. Please. I am not sure I can find it in myself to behave like a gentleman if you wish to stop much further than this,” he groaned, voice strained by a tone you had never heard from him. Tech’s voice was quite different from his brothers. The husky tone he now used, reminiscent of a crackling campfire as it came from the back of his throat, and laced itself into a pleasured groan. 

  “Please. I want this- I want you,” came your whisper into his jaw, lips grazing the sharp bone there.

  I want you. 

  Tech couldn’t remember a time he was truly wanted. Usually his hookups stemmed from mutual boredom or someone realizing his brothers weren’t interested in them. A system of happenstance, of convenience of simple chance and mutual need for release. But to be told that he was desired, and that an intimate connection was wanted with someone he actually cared for on a personal level? A first.  

  And as for you, you wouldn’t admit it out loud but things certainly got lonely on Ord Mantell. Those friends on Coruscant slowly lost interest once you departed, leaving you with just Cid and acquaintances. The rest of your time alone in a dingy workshop or flat hidden away from the world. That was until Tech and the others came around. He brought a sense of belonging you hadn’t known. He brought company you’d been craving. He made you feel seen, appreciated and cared for.

  He brought his hand up under your shirt and bra to cup your breast. 

  One of the first things you had noticed about him, all those rotations ago, was how long and dexterous his whole body was, but particularly his hands. Fingers so thin and nimble, wound with callouses, scars and distinguishable marks from his times tinkering. It had been rare to see him without gloves, but that barrier’s first time being removed showed just truly how captivating such a mundane body part could be. 

  These were the hands of a soldier. A man bred specifically for war. These were the hands of a pilot, who’s tight grip upon the steering wheel had saved thousands of lives. These were the hands of a fellow engineer and mechanic who understood the complexities of how your mind worked. These were the hands of a man who cared for you. 

  And those hands currently were squeezing your nipple with the perfect amount of firmness to make you purr. 

  Deciding that the only thing in the world you wished for right now was the feeling of his chest on your unclothed one, you pulled back, hands finding the bottom of your top as you flung it just as unceremoniously as he had done with his own. Tech wasted no time in finding the latches on your bra, unhooking the material and tossing it to the side as his hands finally held the weight of both your breasts within him. 

  Despite his larger than normal hand size, your breasts fit inside his palms like a perfect handful, while his thumbs continue that onslaught along your nipples, his lips finding that wonderful spot below your ear that makes you breathe heavily. 

  Your own hands, still running through his caramel locks while he worked your body with such expertise, tugging every now and again as he groaned against your neck between kisses and leaving smaller marks that would likely fade in only a few hours. 

  “Are you adequately protected?” came the husky question into your jaw, followed by another nip. 

  “Implant…” you hummed out, head falling to the side to accommodate his mouth as he snickered slightly in response. 

  Lifting you from his lap with no warning, Tech’s fingers found the latches of your pants with no problem, undoing them and tugging them down your legs as you wobbled from where you stood on the floor. Once they were lowered enough, Tech abruptly stood next to you, steading your arm as you stepped out of them, his feet stepping on the trousers in order to help you remove them easily. 

  Your face turned to meet his own, his body towering over your own as he looked down at you. Despite the full head’s distance between you both, and the darkness of the flat with the power being knocked out, you could still see the way his eyes darted from your full, unclothed breasts to the newly revealed skin of your legs. 

  One of his hands found purchase along your chin, tipping your face up even higher as you rose along your tiptoes to match his height the best you could. His other hand started along your mid back, trailing down until he found your panty clad rear, rubbing along the now exposed right cheek. 

  “Would you allow me to take charge here Mesh’la?” He asked gently, his hand still caressing your skin reverently, but despite the unexpected softness of the words and actions, you felt that with the look he gave you there was something more. Something almost predatory in his eyes. 

  “What does that mean?” you ask, unable to shake the curiosity at his use of the language you presumed to be Mando’a. 

  “Such an inquisitive mind you have…” he chuckled, using the hand on your chin to move your face to the side. Your eyes drifted close as he pressed a sweet his to the side of your face, trailing down more until he reached your ear. “I can’t get enough of that mind of yours,” he admitted, nibbling your earlobe once before continuing, hand tightening around your ass as the tone shifted. “Beautiful. It means beautiful. Which is exactly what you are, my mirdala girl…” he whispered so gently as he pulled back, hand dropping as he wound them both around your lower back. 

  “You keep using words I do not understand, and you have to realize I will continue to ask what they mean,” you tease with a small smile, hands finding his shoulders as you lock yourself in the embrace. Tech still had on trousers and you only had on underwear, but something about the stillness of it all, yet with contradictory the electrical storm raging outside, was strangely peaceful. Tearing clothes off one another and jumping into bed was one thing, but this, this was building towards something much more intimate. 

  “Clever. I called you my clever girl,” he nods your direction, fingers trailing up and down the expanse of your exposed back ever so slightly. 

  “Ah,” you thrum out as your lips tug at the corner into a small smirk, barely visible in the low lighting. “Your clever girl? I wasn’t aware you had claimed me. Sounds a bit possessive don’t you think?” 

  “I suppose it could be considered possessive, although I do not see you running away from the notion. I am to assume that not only are you fine with that, but based on the way your grip in my hair has just tightened and your pupils have dilated, that you want that. That you want me to claim you in some way,” he notes, and you realize he is correct. His attunement to your body language is uncanny as you hadn’t realized you had done so. Unable to form a response, you nod gently. 

  “If you wish for me to stop, at any point, all you need to do is say so. Do you understand,” Tech let one hand fall from your back, reaching for his belt and once again you nodded, causing him to pause. 

  “Verbally. I want verbal consent. You can do that for me right my clever girl?” he used the phrase once again and you shuttered. Something about the way his voice dribbled with arousal in the fact he found your mind to be brilliant brought forth a surge of confidence. 

  “Yes. I trust you Tech,” you speak calmly and clearly despite the shaking in your hands. Anticipation building to the point your body could not contain the excitement of what he had planned. 

  You barely caught the smirk on his thin lips before he gripped your hips and spun you around, pushing your back down as you got the memo, laying yourself across the bed as you heard the sound of the belt buckle being undone and pants abruptly being shoved to the floor. 

  Once again his hands resumed that gentle and reverant stroking along your backside as a hum spilled from his lips. Looking back over your shoulder you saw such a glorious sight. Tech’s hands wrapped around his length as he stroked it slightly with one hand while holding your ass in the other. He glanced up from your bottom to make eye contact briefly as he took his bottom lip under straight white teeth. 

  Pausing momentarily he saw the thin scrap of underwear disappearing between your lower cheeks and decided now was a good time to rid you of the offending material, grabbing them and tugging them down slightly until they landed near your knees, allowing you to step out of them. 

  His hand resumed its position on your body, but this time, it gently nudged you up onto the bed, and you complied with his nonverbal request, positioning your body just slightly up on the bed as you held yourself up on your knees. From behind you could hear the way Tech sucked in a breath between his clenched teeth as his hand found that spot along your backside once more. 

  You had deduced early in this exchange of kissing that he likely was a man who preferred a bottom to breasts. Most men had a likeness to one over the other, and Tech was no different. The knowledge made you feel proud, arching your back ever so slightly as if to present it to him in the most appealing way you could given the position. 

  “You look so wonderful like this. I wish you weren’t behaving so nicely, so I would have an excuse to bring my hand down on you and mark you right here. However I would feel guilty doing such actions when you are being so perfect,” he admitted and you smiled at the wall, glancing back over your shoulder at him. 

  “Who said you can’t anyway. I hardly need to be a brat in order for you to spa-” you began the permission and he quickly resolved himself to take it the second you had granted it. The smack, not nearly as hard as you were anticipating but still firm, filling the air and stopping your sentence midway as you let out a squeak at the contact. 

  Your biceps flexing as you locked your arms to maintain your position on the bed, holding yourself up as his hand soothed the red flushed skin with care and attention. Tracing the hand up, you felt him rest it along your upper back as his fingers hooked over your shoulder, and near your knees you felt the mattress dip ever so slightly. 

  Tech covered the expanse of your back with his body, his left arm coming up to the side of you as he braced himself up just hovering over your back, his right hand moving to brush your hair over your shoulder so that his nose could trace along your upper back. You could feel his eyelashes fluttering along the skin of your shoulder blades as he lowered his mouth to kiss your back a few times gently. 

  “So pliable for me…” he praised as he continued to issue praise in the form of tender kisses that slowly made their way ending with your sweat-dampened temple. 

  Tech had always had sexual relationships from behind. There was an impersonal attitude that came with engaging in the act similarly to the way animals did. Not seeing the woman’s face, and only focusing on the connection of his body with theirs - it made him feel less awkward about the exchange. But something about the way his body caved around yours felt right. He was touching your body with his own almost completely, and he nearly fainted when he realized that he was enjoying the contact. Instead of feeling overwhelmed by the damp nature both your bodies had developed in the precursor to intercourse, he felt delighted knowing he’d caused such reactions. So against every previous metric in his mind for engaging in sexual relations, he manuvored your body to your back, so that you could stare up at him as he lowered himself on top of you. 

  Tech wasn’t sure how to quantify the way his stomach began to flutter at the way you stared at him, nor the way your velvety skin along his felt, other than bliss. Something about the intimacy shook him to the core. It made him want to come undone and he hadn’t even slid into you yet. 

  You were surprised as his ability to be tender, as his index finger pushed the hair back from your face, cupping the back of your neck to lift it from the pillow as he pulled the longer strands of your hair - which you’d uncomfortably been laying on - above and around your face like a halo. How he’d realized you were slightly uncomfortable with the tugging caused by your back, you’d never know, but you’d be grateful for long after this exchange nonetheless. 

  “I’ve never met someone who had made me experience what I am feeling at this present moment,” he admitted, his nose leaning down as he gently caressed your own. Keeping it there, his forehead soon pressed against your own as his eyes searched yours for a reply. 

  “What are you feeling?” you whisper, eyes focusing on his right iris as the pupil waivered slightly larger before he continued speaking. 

  “Bliss. Euphoria. Revelry. Perhaps those are words that I could use to quantify it, and yet-” Tech began, hand searching for yours as you allowed him to wrap his fingers around yours while you stared at him expectantly. Your legs widening to accommodate him as you feel his tip slide between your folds and line up expertly with your hole. You are uncertain what he is trying to say, and in all honesty it appears that he is as well. His eyes drift close as, in a rare turn of events, his body wins out over his mind, and he presses within you before completing his thought. You can’t stop the way your eyes flutter shut at the feeling, no point in remaining open if his own are closed anyway. 

  You had expected him to slide in slowly, as his sweet words and actions leading to this point had been cautious almost, but instead he is direct in the way his cock slides into you as if it’s coming home. As if he’s returning to a place he was always meant to be. The stretch is gone in an instant as he plows into you abruptly at first, but pausing as he reaches the entrance of your womb with his tip. “They do not come close to describing the way I feel right now,” he whispered, making your eyes fly open once more as you stare up at him.

  You have died and gone to the afterlife. The Pykes most certainly killed you and left you in an alley on Ord Mantell. That is the only logical explanation for the way you were feeling. The only thing you can do is affectionately tighten your grip on your joined hands as you raise your hips slightly, giving him permission to move. 

  Tech didn’t need to be encouraged twice, sliding in and out of you with joy as he held himself up with one of his arms. Your head falling back into the pillow as you lose yourself between his calculated thrusts, he decides that not being able to look into your eyes while he continues to make himself at home within your body isn’t what he wants.

  You feel his grip slipping from your hand and anticipate it will go to your breasts for a playful tug, but when you feel his fingers on your jaw, pulling your face back you once again look up at him, curiously. 

  “I. Want. To. See. Your. Eyes. On. Me.” he commands and you feel a shiver that starts near your neck and travels the length of your body as you nod, legs widening even further as he picks up the pace ever so slightly. 

  His hand abandons your chin as he places it along your side, raising your body at the hips so you can meet his thrusts, your eyes staring deeply into his own. Tech had surprised even himself in demanding to see you staring at him while he plowed into you, but something about watching your face as he pushed you both in the direction of release made him feel a pride he’d never known before. With each lewd noise coming from where you were joined, to each whimper or sigh leaving your lips, to the sweat he felt along his brow from exertion - he felt more of that blossoming heat in his stomach at the passion between your bodies. 

  You feel similarly, as you wrap your legs around his thin waist, holding him there so that your union is only intensified and he can reach that absolutely tender spot within your walls that becomes electric when he begins to repeatedly stimulate it over and over again with his steady thrusts. “Tech…” you whimpered as he continued his movement, no external indications that he is approaching orgasm, despite the fact it is true. 

  “Say my name again, please-” he whimpers as you nod, once again saying his name while he pushes inside of you especially hard, a yell tearing from your throat as your hips chant up after his retreat, wanting another harsh thrust. He delivers it immediately, his body pushing you into the bed as he begins frantically diving into you with reckless abandon. 

  “Where?” he demands, your hips held in his hand as his fingers squeeze harshly. You can tell he’s close now, the fire in his eyes doing nothing to dull the flames of desire that both of your bodies are feeling as he plunges into your warmth.

  “Inside-” you give him the permission and once again he does not hesitate to take it, his hand abandoning your waist in order to rub feverish circles upon your clit so that you approach orgasm the same time he does. Your voice calls out his name loudly as you feel every nerve ending within your body set ablaze. He responds to you, chanting yours in response as he pushes his load so deeply within your walls you gasp at the way his tip quivers against the opening of your womb. You feel the throbbing inside until he slows to a stop, body collapsing on top of yours as you both gasp for air. 

  His breathing, erratic against your neck as you push his now half gelled and half wild hair off his forehead while you slow your heart rate the best you can. He’s growing soft within you, but you can tell that even while flaccid he’s still larger than the average man. Tech eventually pulls back from your neck, eyes searching for yours as his hand cups the side of your face lovingly. 

  “You are incredible,” he comments kindly as you blush, feeling as he begins to slip from within you, his spill landing somewhere on the covers below you. You don’t really care. You can clean it later. 

  “So are you,” you return the compliment as he smiles, leaning in to kiss you once more, this time only using his lips in order to show affection not reignite the passion of your endeavor. 

  “Yes, but I was genetically engineered that way. You have come by your splendor naturally,” Tech replies as you laugh, lights immediately flickering back on as you both startle at the suddenness of seeing each other without the dulled darkness of your flat. 

  “That is one way to put it. Still doesn’t make you any less wonderful Tech,” you tell him, immediately feeling more self conscious with the added light. This becomes something he notices almost immediately, as he leans up to get a better view of you. Your body was covered in small love bites and a few bruises from where he’d gripped a bit too hard. Lips swollen from his kisses and sweat covering all of you. Hair disheveled and yet - you looked like the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. 

  “And I thought you were lovely in the twilight, but my dear you look positively exquisite,” he encourages you as he lowers his mouth to your brow before kisses between your eyebrows and then over each closed eyelid. 

  “Such a way with words,”  you say sweetly and he immediately begins snickering as you blink confused at his outburst. 

  “If I recall, the first time we met, I insulted your ability to fix Cid’s gambling device” he reminds her. It seemed so long ago he had done that, and from then you had only grown closer. Finding a mutual understanding. Finding friendship. Finding the beginnings of love. 

  “You did,” you scoff at the memory. 

  “I remember crawling under the control panel and when you yelped, thinking that I thought I was going to stop breathing,” Tech admits and you are surprised. 

  “What do you mean?” 

  “I just couldn’t help but think that I had suddenly found myself in close proximity with a very beautiful woman. And that feeling only intensified once I discovered your love of engineering. Since then it’s grown to a point I find it distracting,” Tech explains and you smile. 

  “Oh so you really like me then,” you chide, almost childishly as he rolls his eyes at your antics. 

  “I believe the fact that my seed is actively leaking out of you to be sufficient proof as to my interest in you,” he bluntly states. You grimace looking down at the sheer quantity of said mess. It was more than you realized. 

  “Would you like to get in the refres-”

“Yes,” he cuts you off abruptly as you laugh. You figured he wouldn’t enjoy being unclean. He lifts his body off of you with ease and holds out a hand to help you rise from the bed. 

  “I am going to want a full detailed report on all of these,” you tell him, finger tracing one of the tattoos on his shoulder. 

  “I believe I can arrange that,” he chides with a small peck to your forehead, pulling you along to the small shower stall your flat has. 

  As he walks just ahead of you, you can’t help but think that this blossoming romance might have been worth the emergency landing on Ord Mantell all those years ago. 

The end.

[pizza-writes]

Famous Last Words

Hunter x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’ve been kidnapped and it’s up to Hunter and the boys to save you.

Warnings: kidnapping, mention of violence, the kidnapper being creepy with reader

Rating: 16+ for mentions of certain violence that is probably not appropriate for young eyes

Notes: This is pre-Echo era. Sorry, y’all. Also I actually really like the antagonist in this but I made him extra creepy because I wanted to give Hunter ✨Motivation✨

Word count: 1.8k

You stared down the mirage an uncountable distance from where you stood. The heat paved the way for sweat to coat your skin. It was disgusting. Dry, unforgiving, ruthless, exhausting. One might wonder if you were describing the climate or the chilling presence of the bounty hunter flanking you.

“I would never let someone kidnap me.”

Famous last words. That was your exact response to Hunter’s concern in Mos Espa. Looking back, you would slap yourself if you had the chance. But, seeing that you don’t have an inter-dimensional third hand that can clap through the thick skull of your past self, you opted for a very deep sigh—one of many you’d very expressively given to your captor.

Speaking of which, Cad Bane took that as a sign to rest his hand on your shoulder. Yeah, that’s right. Cad Bane. Oh how you wished for that third hand… His blaster’s barrel flirted with your temple and ensured that you didn’t make any moves. You felt his uncanny patience through the thick, hot air of the desert planet.

“Maybe I won’t give you back,” the man drawled, bringing to close a soliloquy he’d started an eternity ago. “I’d be far fetched to let such a pretty thing go.”

You shifted your weight and huffed out another long sigh. The blue guy snickered at you but you ignored him. No, he wouldn’t win. You’d keep your cool.

The throng of an engine met your ears and you perked up. The Havoc Marauder buzzed over and landed close-by, sending clouds of sand into the air. You eyed Bane—he, like his goons that he had hired for this op, remained unfazed. His poise stood calm even when Hunter and Wrecker emerged from the shuttle with vengeance in their stride.

“We have the credits,” Hunter said. He stopped short when Bane’s men forced him to.

“Shame. I was just reconsidering our arrangement. See, clone, I don’t think you realize what a fine gem you had.”

You glared at him. “They didn’t ‘have’ me, perve.”

“He didn’t train you very well, did he, pet?”

You winced and pulled away, but he held you down, calling you a “naughty girl.” Hunter’s visor caught sunlight as it tilted downward. His hand drifted to his side arm.

“Your move, clone.”

Hunter paused and his head cocked to the side. His hand shifted. You recognized the signal for the unseen marksman.

“I don’t think so,”

You frowned. Bane chortled.

“Scared?”

Hunter must have sensed something that you couldn’t. His tone steadied as he said, “You come to me,”

“Walk, little lady.”

Wrecker and Hunter simultaneously brought out their blasters. Hunter shook his head. “No. Be a gentleman and walk her over,”

“Think she can’t walk? I didn’t actually have my way with her.”

Wrecker thrust his blaster towards Bane. “Talk about her like that one more time.”

In an instant, all of the men surrounding you mirrored him. Hunter scanning the group, blaster ready. Your captor tutted. “Don’t threaten me, boy. I have more than twice the firepower.”

You chuckled as the Marauder’s cannons fired up. “Idiot.”

Hunter stood a little taller, “You’ll come to me if it’s safe to walk that path through the energy field. Now, you’re going to escort Y/N to me or you’ll get to see just how much firepower we have.”

“I’m no fool. You’d better not try anything,”

“Don’t tempt me,”

The blue man sighed. He grabbed your bicep tightly and forced you to the side. With a frown, you complied. He took a very curved path to get to your guys. A few paces away from Hunter, Bane stopped and pushed you. You stumbled into Hunter who kept you upright, staring the other man down. You didn’t really need to hold onto him, but with his arm around you, it was the perfect excuse.

“How did you know?”

Hunter’s voice rumbled through his chest, “I have my ways,”

Bane nodded and looked back at you, red eyes piercing your soul before he tipped his hat. “Goodbye, little lady. You were lovely.”

“Don’t push it,” Hunter warned. Bane raised both hands in surrender and slowly backed away. Hunter dropped the case of credits into the sand. It rattled, audibly exposing the hefty price he’d gathered in return for you.

“Sarge,” Wrecker muttered, raising his blaster.

Hunter’s helmet jerked up to the man with a data pad in hand furiously tapping. The goons suddenly scattered away from the field Hunter had had you walk around. Hunter shouted into his comm, “Now!”

Bane lurched forward with a shout, falling to his knees. The man with the data pad collapsed, splaying across the ground. Steam rose steadily from a hole in his back. Then another did the same, followed by another. Bane looked up at Hunter in anger.

“You broke the rules, clone!”

Hunter silently nodded to Wrecker. The big man scooped you up and took off running.

You looked back as Cross’s blaster bolt struck the blue man again. This one didn’t hit home. Bane struggled to his feet and engaged the thrusters on his boots. In an instant he flew overhead and caught up with you. He began a volley of blaster fire on your trio but Hunter quickly sent him careening towards the sand. You loaded up in the ship and Wrecker towered by the open ramp, covering Hunter until he made it aboard. You raced to the cockpit as Tech took the shuttle towards a nearby plateau. That was where you spotted Crosshair packing up his gear. Tech swooped in to pick him up, and soon you were headed for the stars.

“Yea-hah!” Wrecker shouted as he barged into the cockpit, followed by the other two. “Another successful mission!”

You gasped, a faux look of hurt on your face. “That’s… all I am to you?”

His expression dropped, “I—er… no, you’re… that’s—“

With a laugh, you got up and hugged him tight. “I’m messing, Wrecker. Thanks for coming for me,”

He grinned and picked you up in a near-bone-crushing hug. “We missed you, Y/N!”

“Augh I missed you too. Maker, I missed you guys.” You caught a glance of Hunter. He stood taut, brows furrowed. That same dark expression stayed on his face.

“You are one expensive mission,” Tech glanced at you as Wrecker set you down. “15,000 credits.”

“Not really!” Wrecker danced in place a moment and shoved past Hunter and Cross to the back of the ship. You watched him pick up a small box. He returned, huge smile on his face. “I picked this up with one of Cross’s blaster attachments before we took off.”

“Normally, you’d be dead,” Cross hummed, sticking a fresh toothpick between his teeth, “but I guess this can slide.”

Hunter patted his brother’s shoulder, “Good job, Wrecker.” Then to Crosshair: “And nice shooting up there. Don’t think we would’ve made it out of there without you.”

Cross and Wrecker both gave Hunter an appreciative grin. You glanced at your pilot, “You too, Tech. Thanks for decoding my awful distress call.”

“It was not difficult.”

After a while of discussing the meat of the mission, Hunter set a hand on your shoulder and nodded to the door. You followed him out.

You patted Gonky’s head lovingly as you strode past him. Standing next to Hunter, you sighed, appreciating the feeling of being home. The Marauder didn’t smell or look the best, but it was home, and so were the four troops that manned it. This especially stood for Hunter. Over some time, you two had grown much closer than you ever could’ve dreamt.

When he turned to face you the puppy-ness of his eyes caught you off-guard. He took both of your hands in his. “Did they hurt you?”

You met his soft gaze and shook your head. “They hardly touched me. I think they were only interested in the payment until Bane caught eyes.”

His expression went dark again. “Did that bastard—”

“No,” you shook your head and reached up to cup his cheek reassuringly. “he told the truth.” You sighed, “I’m sorry about all of this. I don’t know how I got separated from you all. It all happened so quickly.”

“Cyare, there was nothing you could’ve done,”

“There’s always something I could’ve done different. I could’ve stayed with you. I could’ve paid better attention. I could’ve listened to you—”

“Shh,” he hushed, running his fingers through your hair. “What-if’s won’t change anything,” He shook his head. “What’s done is done. And you’re here now. You’re safe.”

He rested his forehead against yours, arms wrapping around your middle. His brows furrowed, “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“I’d be even more okay if you kissed me,”

He smiled, leaning in slowly, “Tempting.”

You tilted your head to meet his. His lips brushed yours but he held back. You breathed slowly, taking in the moment. His warmth fanned across your face, sending comfort through your bones, and you knew that there was nothing in the galaxy you would trade for him. His protective arms draped around you, his forehead pressed against yours. You melted into him, letting your shoulders relax for the first time in days.

And then he kissed you so gently. You wondered for a moment if you’d imagined it. He pulled you in and deepened the kiss, holding onto you like you might be torn away at any moment. You gradually backed up until your back was pressed against the wall. His touch addicting, your deprived heart drew his in.

“We probably shouldn’t do this here,” he hummed. You paused to listen to his reasoning, but Hunter continued to leave long kisses along your neck, making it difficult to focus on anything else.

“I think you’re right,”

Hunter sighed and stood straight, peering longingly down at you. His voice was velvet to your ears. “I missed you, meshla,”

“Yes, but this isn’t the best place… Later?”

He grinned, tilting your chin up between his finger and thumb. He lowered his tone and said, “Anything for you, cyare.”

“Hmm, I bet they’re wondering what’s taking so long.”

“Frankly, if any of them don’t know at this point, I’d be shocked.”

You took his hand and left a final lingering kiss on his lips. “We still don’t want one of your bored brothers coming back here and seeing something he shouldn’t.”

“Maybe I don’t mind,” he slinked his arms back around you. As if on queue the cockpit’s door hissed open and Hunter jolted back, eyes wide as his face of horror donned. Wrecker froze, staring at him. Crosshair’s face melted into that of a sly cat.

You burst out laughing.

Famous last words.

//~//~//

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Scars (Commander Wolffe x Jedi Reader) Part 7

Warning: Hurt - Past Pain, Muteral Pining (kinda), Complicated/Weird relationships? Words: 1.8k Pronouns Used: She/Her.

Notes: I'm sorry for the long wait. I had to take some time away to deal with some personal issues. Also, the chapter was not proofread, so I apologize for any mistakes.

(Y/N) hid in the shadowiest corner of the seedy club she could find. No bright lights shone on her, the music dull, although it still made the sticky floor beneath her feet vibrate with the beat. Those she was charged with keeping watch over hadn’t noticed her yet, or at least hadn’t made it clear they had. Not that she paid much attention to them. For a while now, she’d been leaning against the blood-stained wall, staring at her communicator, the message from Fox on repeat, as she tried to understand why Commander Wolffe, of all people, was being sent to aid her.

Despite (Y/N)’s best efforts to recall, she hadn’t remembered requesting backup; after all, the most dangerous thing about the servalence was the threat of boredom. She needed no aid nor supplies; there was no reason she could think of for an unprompted visit from the battleworn commander. Even more so when he’d made it clear she wasn’t his favorite person, further driven home by his often growled words and avoidance of her.

A few minutes longer (Y/N) pulled herself from the whirlwind of thoughts and questions and forced herself to face the task laid before her. As she suspected, Boba Fett still minded his own business at one of the booths, building his own little ring of bounty hunters, including Embo, Bosk, and Dengar. Cad Bane had come and gone with cleverly worded insults; subtly, he let her know he was aware of her presence. Tipping his cowboy hat to her in a small sign of respect. However, the Duros bounty hunter never spoke or hinted to anyone else that she was there.

Aurra Sing was the biggest threat, the woman many described as having a heart of ice—or at least those who assumed she had a heart said that. (Y/N) On the other hand, she knew better. Aurra was not to be underestimated. She was dangerous and cold and wouldn’t think twice before eliminating anyone and anything she perceived as an enemy. The ultimate price would be paid for those who dared get in the way of a job or mess with her.

“You’re difficult to find,” came the rough voice of Wolffe, suspicion alight in his eyes as he scanned the area around him. A half smirk appeared across his lips mere seconds after realizing he’d startled the Jedi before him.

“It happens when I don’t want to be found,” replied (Y/N), her voice quiet compared to the loud music; shortly after, her eyes once again found the group she’d been watching. Still, they didn’t seem to be doing anything suspicious. There was no loud bragging; even Aurra was quiet. Only a few drunken arguments occurred over a game and minor disagreements about a job they had in mind to accept. “How may I be at service, Commander?” she questioned, ensuring her weapon was still concealed. The last thing she needed was for things to turn ugly. Her weapon was by far the biggest giveaway of her Jedi status.

Wordlessly, Wolffe grabbed onto (Y/N)’s arm with a firm but gentle grip. His grip was strong enough to prevent her from getting away from him but not enough to cause her pain or injury. Only then did (Y/N) genuinely take notice of him. He no longer wore his iconic white and grey armor, nor did he carry his modified helmet as he’d previously done. Instead, he was clad in red and white armor synonymous with the Coruscant Guard.

“Don’t make me arrest you,” whispered Wolffe, his voice gruff as always but not the growls he often delivered his words in. He tapped the binders on his belt as if to suggest he was playing a role like her.

“Arrest me! For what, being bored?” quickly responded (Y/N), her words filled with sarcasm as she rolled her eyes. The spoken words managed to pull a rare huffed chuckle from the battle-worn commander. Nonetheless, he continued to pull her from the seedy club, ignoring the looks of interest and boredom from the patrons scattered around.

“Boredom is easy to cure,” slyly replied Wolffe, a smirk appearing across his lips now. (Y/N) the response was simple enough, a small oh, dripping with curiosity. “Your subtlety, on the other hand …” he added as if imagining ways to work on the Jedi disobedience.

“Ah yes, my lack of subtlety, Master Plo’s greatest failure,” called (Y/N), seemingly forgetting she was undercover, or maybe it was her reckless carelessness coming to the forefront. “You're in the underworld, Commander; no one cares who you are down here,” she offered with some reassurance.

“How do you know?” he questioned, his words quick and harsh, almost as if he was interrogating her rather than asking a simple question. (Y/N) didn’t seem to notice the roughness of his words. Instead, she chuckled, finding amusement in Wolffe’s almost discomfort.

“Where do you think I go to escape?” (Y/N) countered as she began to dwell on her thoughts again. The many times she felt free in the underworld, a place where judgment wasn’t cast upon her, where people didn’t care she was a Jedi or even a Night Sister. “The world above can be far crueler than anything here, plus many within the Order don’t bother being kind with their thoughts and words. At least down here, I know what I’m getting with people,” she explained, an ire of sadness to her voice now as she remembered her old life before the Jedi. She was just a little girl, normal by Dathomir standards.

“Why …” started Wolffe, stumbling to find the words to voice his questions. (Y/N) seemed to be a source of both interest and unseen torment to him. She’d gotten under his skin, rooted in his mind, and refused to leave, yet at the same time, she didn’t seem to realize the effects she had on him. “Why did you save me?” he asked, pushing her down a dark ally, looking around before following her down the tight, dead-end space.

“Why wouldn’t I?” she replied, once again answering a question with one of her own. “You’re human, deserve a chance to live, to find who you are outside this war. Everyone deserves a chance at life.”

“It might have escaped your notice, Cat’ra, but I’m a clone. I’m little more than a product to do with as the republic sees fit.”

“No, you’re a soldier, protector, and a man who’s been through hell and back,” (Y/N) voiced, determination alight in her voice. “You may not like me, Commander, but I see you. I see all clones. I’ll do whatever I have to protect as many as I can. All of you deserve better than this unforgiving war.”

“Why do you make it so difficult?” whispered Wolffe, walking further down the ally as if to escape from the Jedi. He wanted her to be like Ventress; he wanted it to be easy to hate (Y/N). But the more he learned of her, the more his wish became more complex and impossible. She wasn’t a monster, nor a ruthless witch. She wasn’t a cold, uncaring Jedi either, as most were. Instead, Y/N showed more care and understanding than most did.

“Make what difficult?” asked (Y/N), rooted to her spot halfway down the darkened ally. Confusion was evident in her raised voice, as she made it clear she didn’t understand his statement and was at a loss for the difficulty she was coursing. Once again, she was oblivious to the torment she’d constantly caused the battle-worn commander since saving him that day.

Sudden and without warning, Wolffe turned on his spot, almost rushing toward (Y/N). Despite the threat others would have perceived from his actions, (Y/N) stayed rooted to her spot. Upon reaching her, Wolffe roughly pushed her against the wall, pinning her in place. He knew she could push him away if she wanted. She could quickly reverse the roles yet still seemed to be playing with him, fearless when others would have cowered away. In an instant, Wolffe’s lips had crashed upon hers, his rough and dry compared to her soft, strawberry-tasting ones.

“Why must you make it so difficult to hate you,” whispered Wolffe upon breaking the kiss. He was genuinely surprised she hadn’t pushed him away with the force. As soon as the words left his lips, he felt a prang of guilt. Even more so when he began to understand he wasn’t the only one confused and being tormented by the other; he had been doing the same to her, too.

The guilt only grew as he looked into her eyes, seeing hope fade from her eyes, being replaced with the rejection she refused to voice, the pain of her unspoken past, and what he could only describe as hatred. Without a word, (Y/N) lifted her knee swiftly and precisely, the joint colliding with his codpiece with some force. Delivering a blow far harsher than anything he’d experienced before.

“Hate me,” (Y/N) spoke calmly, so calm she was sure it would be unnerving to anyone who knew her. “So much for being different from others. I’ve been judged so many times for things another has done. I’ve tried to be what others expected, but I’m done trying to be someone else now. If you want to hate me, then go ahead; hell, I’ll make it easier if it's what you truly want.” her words held a sting to them; despite the sudden pain Wolffe felt, he could hear her pain too, the suffering others ignored.

Just as he was about to reach for her, (Y/N) stepped away, the walls she had long since built around herself cracking and beginning to break, tears stinging her eyes and blurring her vision. Not another word left her lips as she turned and ran away, ignoring Wolffe calling her name, hoping she would return.

“Why must I suffer like this?” whispered (Y/N), stopping several blocks away. Hiding in a run-down building, she allowed her emotions to run, all her pent-up feelings to be released: the hurt, constant suffering, the desire for what could be, the hope for a future she knew would be denied, and the desire to be loved and cared for.

After a few minutes (Y/N) composed herself once more and pushed away all that tormented her before reaching for her beeping comm. At first, she assumed it would be Fox checking in, but soon realized it was Wolffe. She walked to the railing and threw the comm over the edge, her mind made up. She was going to disappear for a while and evaluate everything, including her own mental stability. (Y/N)’s stubbornness told her she was doing what was best, but her heart screamed that some people needed her, both strangers across the galaxy and those she cared deeply for. Even her common sense yelled she had a duty to uphold, even if it wasn’t one she’d chosen.

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All I want

Cad Bane x reader

This is a bit longer than I expected it to be. However I was requested for more Cad Bane and this is what came of it. Hope everyone that reads enjoys:)

When you were younger you had this idea, this fantasy on how love should go. You wanted it all and nothing less, even now you hold the idea of it all close to your heart. However, you didn’t know that fate would throw a bounty hunter your way. One that tore your heart from your chest each time he’d come and go. He made you question love, made you wonder if maybe it all was a lie. You still held the hope that one day maybe he’d hang up that hat of his and just stay. Give you what you want, not something so fleeting.

You tell yourself it’s time to move on, to find something better. Yet, when you look at anyone that’s not him you can’t do it. You don’t see the softness in their eyes the way his eyes soften when he sees you. His feather light touches when he’s running his fingers up and down your back. His rough kisses, his kisses that linger before he has to leave you again. His hold is so tight and close and you can’t have that with someone else.

The countless arguments. The countless apologies. Begging him to stay even if it’s just for a few more minutes. It hurts when you have to watch him leave. When you know no matter how long or tight you hold him eventually he’s going to leave. He’ll be gone for months and months and when he walks back through the parlor’s door, you fall right back into him.

It doesn’t matter how much you try to fight it. When his eyes meet yours, your heart thumps in your chest. He’s the one that you want. He’s the one that you would destroy yourself for. When his voice reaches your ears, everything you worry about is forgotten. When he finally touches you, your knees weaken and you just want to be wrapped in him. Have him hold you close and to never let go.

Eventually you stopped jumping up when the parlor doors opened. You stopped looking at each passing ship. The hope you held that he would come back began to fade. It’s been longer than usual and you think maybe he’s gone for good this time. Maybe he’s giving you the chance you need to find someone else. The thought alone makes your heart ache.

You finish wiping off the bar before throwing the rag into one of the many bins. You wave at your co-worker before walking out of the bar. You didn’t live too far from here but far enough that a speeder would get you home quicker than the shortcut you used to take. Climbing onto the thing and starting it up, you check your surroundings before speeding off.

When you finally make it home, you spot a small droid in your yard. One that you’ve seen before, one that you wish you could shut down for weeks on end. You come to a stop just an inch from Todo. Stepping off you tilt your head to the side with a small smile. Suppressing the sudden joy threatening to fill you. You won't let him off easy, not this time.

“Todo” You smile at the droid, despite your slight hatred for it, due to the fact it’s his voice that chimes a reminder that Bane has work to do

“Good to see you again, y/n” Todo grabs at one of the many tools he has laid out in front of him “Mr. Bane, went to freshen up but he promised to help me when he’s done”

He’s inside. He let himself in. You always left the door open for him, it had been a habit that you couldn’t break. You tried to lock it months ago but knowing he wouldn’t be able to get in if he came back always made you climb out of bed to unlock it. You let out a shaky sigh as you begin to walk over. Your heart thumping with each step you took. You could hear the shower as you closed the door behind you.

Tears began to bead at the corner of your eyes. You wipe at them as you head straight for the door of the bathroom. Without thinking you pull the door open, and see his clothes tossed to the side. You look behind you and into the bedroom to see his blasters on the nightstand. Your vision is blurring as you turn back letting out a gasp. You can feel the heavy heaving of your chest as you begin to walk towards the shower, your hestantily reaching for the curtain.

Taking a deep breath before pulling the curtain back. Your breathing stops at the sight of him. Your heart thumping against your chest as he turns, a half smile on his lips. You climb into the shower as he begins to turn. He starts to protest, something about having to rewash himself but you didn’t care. All that matters is he’s back. You wrap your arms around him and bury your face into his chest.

“Hello, darling” He chuckles as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you tighter against his body “Why don’t you get undressed and we can wash up properly?” He asks and you slowly shake your head

“Just let me hold you” You whisper before you start to place kisses along his scared chest and he shrugs “whatever you want” he says before pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

After the shower, you sit on the bed. Watching the way he moves around the room. He goes to the dresser, opening up the second one to pull out the extra pair of clothes. You turn away as he turns back. Of course he’s going to pretend everything is okay. You want to believe that you can pretend too but you have to put your foot down. Looking back up at him, his eyes are on you.

“I’ve missed you” He whispers and you turn away, biting your lower lip as you give a slight shake to your head

“You can’t keep doing this” Your eyes stay on the clock, ticking as each second passes “You can’t be coming in and out of my life, it- it hurts too much being in love with you” tears being to fall from your eyes and you quickly wipe at them as you turn back to face him

There’s a moment where he looks shocked before his eyes soften, face relaxing. He walks over to the bed, taking a seat in front of you. He opens his mouth but nothing comes out. He turns to look at the pattern on the rug below his feet. The gears in his head are turning trying to plan what to say, probably something that keeps you at his side. Something to keep you from turning him away.

He lets out a drawn out sigh before standing once more. He walks back over to the dresser, his fingers lingering over the top once more. For a moment the silence is deafening and his shoulders rise and fall with each breath he takes. You want to scream at him to say something, anything. You almost didn’t care if in this moment he broke your heart beyond repair, you just wanted to hear his voice once more.

“Darling, the last thing I wanted was for you to grow attached to me” Bane turns, not meeting where you sit with your jaw dropped to the floor “This- You knew we were playing pretend, look at me” He walks over to the bed, picking the hat up to place it on his head “I’m incapable of loving you the way you would want”

His words crushed the last bit of hope you were holding on to. You so desperately wanted it to be him. You couldn’t imagine a life without or so you had thought. It shouldn’t have taken you this long to see that you had been living a life without him. However, as you look over to him. You can’t stop the sudden memory of meeting him for the first time to flash through your mind.

You’re not sure what had drawn you to him. Anyone could have helped him get his drink and directed him to where he needed to go. Yet it was you that walked over to him with a mug of ale and a sweet smile on your face. It was you that sat across from him and spent the night trying to get him to open up about anything, it didn’t even have to be about him. It was you that invited him back to your place. It was your touch that he leant into too, your arms that he relaxed in, your lips he kissed like you provided the air he breathed, and it was you that he said he could love.

You don’t know why he’s suddenly switching things up on you. You don’t know what could have changed in the past year that made him think that he didn’t deserve some form of love. Knowing he’s the bad guy didn’t make you love him any less. However, as he turns to meet your eyes you can see that he wants you to stop him. You turn away as you shake the thought away, that isn't what he wants, that’s what you want. In the stories and movies they always fight for their lovers to stay so of course you’d see what you wanted to see.

“Fuck it” You harhly whisper as you quickly stand and make your way towards the door, he doesn’t get to get off that easy, you have so much you still want to say and you’re going to say it and you’ll make him listen “Cad Bane, you get your ass back here!” You shout as push the door open and there he sits, on the front step of you house

“I didn’t mean it” He says, his head turns to the side to look at you “This isn’t pretend to me, this is-” he pauses as he looks around “this is my happy place, when I’m out there and I’m doing all this bad shit, I feel I’ll taint what little good I have in this galaxy so I stayed away” He pats the spot next to him and you reluctantly take a seat next to him, he reaches for your hand and you let him take it, he brings your knuckles to his lips and presses the softest kiss to them

You take your hand from his and hesitantly reach out to cup his face and when he feels the warmth of your skin, he moves into your touch. His eyes close as he lets out a shaky breath. Your heart squeezes in your chest. You don’t want to let him go, you never did. You may have thought about it but you can’t lose him. You could never send him away, not when all you want is for him to stay. You love him and you’re sure that he loves you.

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Cad Bane with a Kind S/O

Cad bane is a stone cold son of a bitch, but..

After you saved his life and nursed him back to health while expecting nothing in return..

He was.. doubtful at first. But when he was all healed and you gave him some food, credits, and directions.. He realized you really helped him just to help.

You never asked for anything unless it was asking him to take medication or eat, any request made was only for his benefit..

Cad can't have that, he can't be in debt to this.. civilian. He hates being in debt to anyone, but being in your debt he feels.. No, he WANTS to pay back your kindness.

To pay back that debt, he sticks around. He goes off for missions every once in a while but always comes back, typically offering you credits so he feels like he's actually paying you back.

You go about your life sticking out your neck for anyone you come across even if you have no clue who they are.

Cad.. almost admires that.

Its stupid, its risky, but.. you are the purest person he's ever met and sometimes he thinks your just a figment of his imagination.

Or an angel but Cad isn't particularly religious. The thought still crosses his mind every once in a while though.

Bane has no idea that you fell for him, and he's in denial over his feelings for you.

If you confess, the duros will likely shut down while processing the information.

You? Having feelings? For HIM?

He's a bounty hunter, a murderer, but..

When you look at him with those eyes full of warmth and kindness, he can't bring himself to let you go.

You.. You're too good for him.

And maybe thats exactly why he will never let you go. Out of fear that you'll realize that and never come back.

One day, he convinces you to join him on his ship and travel the galaxy with him.

He teaches you to defend yourself and how to wield a blaster, so you will be okay when he isn't around.

Has given Todo strict orders to protect you no matter the cost, Cad's tone was more than enough to make the Droid obey without any question.

He knows you'll likely never have the heart to kill someone and doesn't want you to be forced into a situation where you are forced too.

Makes a point to be less violent around you. Instead of shooting a man on the spot for flirting with you, he'll have you cover your ears while Bane kicks him outside and shoots the poor guy dead.

When he comes back inside, he will subtly grab your hand and squeeze. If not that, he will hold you around your waist.

Any public comfort will be as subtle as possible unless you're literally in tears.

(TW VIOLENCE) Like the time a fight broke out at a cantina, a rodian got his throat slashed right next to you and you were splashed with his blood.

When you started tearing up, he grabbed you by your arm and dragged you outside behind a few crates.

He let you cry against his chest while he shushed you and cleaned the blood away.

You never went back to that specific establishment.

That night when your dozing off, Bane thinks your asleep and calls you angel.

You didn't question it, but you smiled as you drifted into sleep.

Bane cuddles you a lot more than he would with a normal s/o, he doesn't fear being judged by you and trusts you won't tell anyone

But if he hears someone approaching, he will jump right off.

He still has to protect his reputation and you, by making sure nobody thinks he's too attached to you.

If he makes you cry, a guilty look will flash across his face and he will storm off.

He hates seeing you cry, he tends to get pissed at himself for being so easily affected by you

But he knows damn well it can't be helped anymore.

Call him 'Bubba' and he will blush FURIOUSLY

Don't do it in public, he will ignore you for days

Likes to play with your hair when he's stressed

His kind doesn't have hair so he enjoys the sensation and associates it with you.

Wear his hat and he will crack a small, loving smile. Your too God damn precious.

Lemme know if I should make a spicy version 👀

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[maribatshipper]

Clap your hands

Y/N: If you’ve been shot by Cad Bane, clap your hands.

Omega, sitting across the room in her own cell: *Claps hands*

Y/N: If you’ve been shot by Cad Bane, clap your hands.

Omega & Y/N: *Claps hands*

Y/N: If you’ve been shot by Cad Bane And you feel like you’re in pain If you’ve been shot by Cad Bane, clap your hands!

Cad Bane, climbing down the ladder: Would you shut up, little lady?

Y/N: Iiiiiiiiiifffff.... You’re bored outta your mind, then stamp your feet!

[itsagrimm]

The Hat

It’s physics. The hat just stays on no matter what. That is how science works. Look it up.

Cad Bane X she*her afab character

3k words

CN: hat, smut, blood, biting, unwanted advances, as always a fair share of violence and injury because I can <3, rough sex, bit of dom bane and generall kinkiness, character gets carried, biting, scratching, restricting movements, p-i-v-sex

Note: Reader is able-bodied and has hair which can get pulled.

“Bad day, huh?”, you greeted the customer, “What can I get you?”

“Spotchka.” He snarled and took a seat at the bar.

You got to work and started pouring the drink while secretly eyeing the stranger. He was a lanky Duros with dark blue skin, red eyes and an expression on his face clearly stating that he better be left alone.

You passed him the drink and busied yourself with cleaning up your workspace.

The cantina was moderately busy today, your shift nearly over and it was late. The rain poured outside, and you already braced yourself to go home wet and shivering.

Your comm buzzed.

“Hey, sorry it is a bit short-term, but can you stay longer and take over the next shift? My kid got sick, and I can’t find a babysitter.”

You stayed silent. It’s not like you did not want to help. But your boss on the other side of the comm call could sweeten the deal a bit.

“Hey, I’ll pay you double the ordinary rate.”

You considered.

“Please.”

It was rare for your boss to beg for something, and you bathed in that little rush of power.

“Alright. I’ll take the night shift too.”, you agreed.

“Thank you.”

The call ended and you returned to work.

The blue Duros with his blue drink was still busy with his order but other customers called for you. Motivated by the prospect of earning not only double but maybe a few more tips, you moved through the room with swaying hips, a polite smile, and the obligatory banter with your customers.

Running the cantina on your own, you returned to the bar after what felt like an hour. The Duros was still there, his drink emptied now. He raised his glass, and you raised your eyebrow in question.

“Lil’ Lady. Another one.”

“Sure, sorry for the wait. I am alone today. Thanks for the patience.”

He just growled.

Being behind the bar again you risked another secret look at the stranger.

He still had his hat on, a strange breathing apparatus and a huge coat. Two blasters were barely visible behind the heavy fabric.

“Like what you see?” the Duro asked, his voice deep and modulated from the breathing apparatus.

You smiled.

“Sorry, my curiosity got the better of me. Most here on Trask are sailors or traders. You appear to be none of that.”

“Aren’t you a smart one.”

“Trying my best.” You replied sourly. You were the one controlling the spotchka access after all. If this man wanted to treat you like that, he’ll be leaving soon.

“Oi Y/N!” Fabi, one of the regulars stepped next to the Duros. You rolled your eyes. Fabi was one of those people who couldn’t take no for an answer despite you being clear on that. You always hated when he came to the bar.

“What is it Fabi?” you spat out, raising yourself to your full height and reaching for the blaster you always kept under the counter. It always paid off to be safe than sorry.

“Hey, how are you doing today?”

“Worst day of my life, had to see you. What do you want?”

“Woah, woman. Don’t treat me like that. I’m just making conversation.”

“I don’t.”

“Are you treating all your customers like that?”

“You know Fabi - customers order, pay and then leave me the kriff alone. So, unless you want something from the bar, I need you to kriff off immediately.”

“Aren’t you charming today Y/N. I’m just-“

“The lil’ Lady was pretty clear, boy. Kriff off.” The Duros snarled at Fabi. ”You are disturbing my spotchka tap.”

You blinked. Getting help was one thing, being called a thing another. And you very much disliked being seen as a tap and not a person.

“Hey, who are you?” Fabi turned to the Duros and tapped him with his finger on the shoulder.

The moment Fabi poked the Duros, the man in the hat reached up, grabbed Fabi’s hand and slammed it down hard on the bar. The disgusting sound of shattering bones made your stomach turn.

“I-“ The Duros growled from under his hat. “ – am none of your business. Leave before I break your other hand too.”

You leaned back and watched as Fabi retreated from the bar.

The ruckus had disturbed the cantina peace and everybody watched you, waiting for a sign if you needed them for support or not.

You stepped to the Duros and whispered in low voice.

“As much as I appreciate your help with the asshole, I am not a lifeless thing, and you better change your tone when talking to me.”

The Duros looked at you from under the hat, with something on his face face that could pass as a mischievous grin.

“Or what?”

“Or I’m gonna kick you out of the only cantina on Trask, Mister.”

“With this piss weather? I am sorry. I’d rather stay. I’m gonna make you an offer. I’ll get you home with my ship after you close while you keep me pouring the spotchka and a dinner.”

You hollowed your cheeks and narrowed your eyes. It was a good offer. You would avoid a possibly lurking Fabi or other creeps plus the rain showed no sign of stopping soon. But the Duros was still a stranger.

“Who are you?” you required.

“Cad Bane.”

“Alright Bane. But you’ll have to make do with a bottle of spotchka some other day. Can’t have you crashing the ship.”

“Fair.” He rasped.

You stepped back again and gazed through the cantina, the usual faces of merchants and sailors still waiting for you.

“It’s alright guys.” You called. “Does anyone want to order?”

Relieve washes over their faces and soon the cantina returned to its usual business while you were fully occupied with serving drinks, passing out food and cleaning tables. Bane busied himself with the bowl of dinner you passed him and kept to himself while the rest of the night went on without any further incidents.

After a few hours the cantina cleared out and you locked behind the last customer, leaving you and Bane alone.

“That’s it then.”, you declare, “Time to go, Mister. But no funny business. I just want to get home dry and in pieces.”

You grabbed your bag and the blaster from under the bar, raising it high so that Bane could see it as a warning.

He just starred at you with an annoyed expression and got up from his seat.

“You have to show me more than an old DH-17 to impress me, lil’ Lady.”

You tried to be as neutral as possible with your face. But he was tall. And his voice so casual about the weapon left you impressed. You really did spend too much time in this cantina where drunk dudes tried to flirt with you by talking about all that big fish they caught with their big boats absolutely not masquerading what not-that-big-part-of-their-body they wanted to put into you.

You cleared your throat.

“The back entrance is here.” You said and led the way.

Bane followed you in long strides, his coat rustled with every step.

Obviously, it still rained.

You groaned and turned towards Bane. “I hope your ship is not too far away.”

“Come.” He commanded and walked down the alley.

You tried to keep up with him. But he was fast and did not mind the puddles of water while you had to dance around them.

To your anger he had to stop a few times for you to keep up.

“You’re slow.” He stated.

“You have boots. The puddles are no obstacle for you while I need to walk around them.”

“Want me carry you, princess?” his voice was flat and modulated. But you honestly weren’t sure if he was teasing or offering.

Keep it together.

You were fully soaked when you arrived at the ship. You cared little about space ships but living at a port had taught you a few lessons. It was a well-kept gun ship. An unusual ship for a trader.

Who the hell was this man?

He activated the door by pressing a few buttons on his wrist and you followed him inside. It was warm and dry. But your wet clothes made you shiver and dripped onto the floor.

You turned to Bane for an excuse for the mess only to catch him eyeing you.

“TODO!” He called. “Get something for the Lady to dry herself up and clean up the mess here.”

“Master Bane!” a voice answered from somewhere in the ship. "I am a techno-service droid, not a butler droid!" "Can it, Todo! You are what I say you are." Bane yelled back and started moving.

After a few seconds Todo, a little droid with funny round eye-sensors, appeared in the hull of the ship and passed you a dry blanket.

“Thanks.” You said and started drying yourself with it. Better than nothing.

Following the sounds of what must be Bane you entered the cockpit with the Duros seated in the pilot seat.

“Where you need to go, lil Lady?”

“You know I have a name.”

“Y/N. I know. Where you need to go?”

You sighed and gave him the coordinates.

“That’s pretty far.” He replied and started the ship. “I would invite you to take a seat, but you’ll just wet everything.”

“Want me to take off my clothes beforehand?” you quipped back.

“I wouldn’t object.”

You stilled in your movements, surprised and unsure how to reply.

He growled and turned to you, his red eyes staring at you intently.

“I am not forcing you to do anything, lil Lady. I am just saying that I would not object to a pretty woman like you taking off her clothes on my ship.”

You blushed speechlessly and he turned back to flying the ship.

None of this was planned. But was this bad? You had your fair share of unwanted advances and creepy interactions. You worked as a server in a pretty shady port, for gods sake. But this was new. Bane was mean, but not encroaching. And in a strange way you felt valued by his directness, even if he clearly had something violent in him.

You made a choice and took off your still wet shirt.

“Brave little one.” He rasped and turned on the auto pilot. His long blue fingers reached over to you and touched your jaw.

They were callous and violent when they pressed into your skin. It felt good.

He bowed forward, waiting a second for you to retreat, should you want it. You kissed him, answering his unspoken question, and he pressed his lips on yours. His tongue pressed against your mouth, and you opened your lips to tasting him. It was hot and wet, and you wanted to taste more, carefully testing waters by biting his lip softly.

He groaned and retaliated by biting you - hard. You tasted blood and reached for him. You wanted more of this.

Your hand wandered to his face, tangled with the breathing tubes, and finally reached his hat. He stilled and retreated.

“The hat stays on.” He rasped before moving closer and kissing along your jaw and neck.

You just chuckled at his odd insistence and let hand wander further down under his coat and shirt, reaching his neck and scratching him slightly.

“First you bit me, then you scratch me like a feral loth cat.” He nearly purred. “Is a bit of a fight what you like?”

You nod. “I do. Is that alright with you?”

“More than fine.” Ha answered, his voice even deeper and raspier than before. “I like the unruly pretty ones. You tell me when it’s too much and I’ll stop, lil’ Lady.”

You nodded again and he pulled you on his lap. His hands roamed over your chest and back, helping you to get off your bra while you kicked off your shoes.

You leaned into him and bit him into the neck while your hands tried to get him out of that coat and under his shirt. It felt divine.

Bane reached down your leggings and your groaned while grinding yourself onto him for some friction. But instead of pulling down the rest of your clothes he grabbed you in an iron grip and lifted you up.

“I don’t think the pilot seat is the right battlefield for now.” He explained and carried you down the ship to his bunk.

You pressed yourself against his chest and enjoyed the feeling of being carried until he put you down on the bed.

Instead of joining you he stopped up and looked at you. His red eyes felt hot, nearly torching you with lust and you felt yourself getting wet.

“Aren’t ya’ a pretty one, little loth cat.” He finally said and started taking off his clothes.

“Wait, let me.” You asked and reached for him.

He stepped closer and you started to undress him. First the heavy damp coat and the shirt. The hat stayed on like he said but you kneeled and started untying his heavy boots while he sat on the bunk with his legs wide.

“I like you kneeling before me.” He groaned. “But I need you up here.”

You obeyed and crawled up to him, kissing him deeply and playing with his tongue.

He seized you again with one hand, fixating you on his lap and grabbing your ass with the other.

“How are you feeling?” He inquired.

“G-good.” You replied breathlessly.

“Will you allow me to take care of you?”

“Uh-hu.”

He moved you onto the bunk again and slowly took of your leggings, roaming your body with his intensive stare and enjoying every bit of your sight. You observed him in anticipation. It was hard to know where to look first: his lustful gaze, his callous hands, his heaving wide chest, or the prominent bulge in his pants that made your mouth fill with spit and your core impossibly wetter.

He crawled between your legs and opened your knees for him to lean over to your core. You gazed down and caught sight of him looking up you under the brim of the hat before licking one long trail up your slit.

You mewled and closed your eyes. He started licking you and exploring you with his oh so wonderful fingers. Only a minor part of you noticed how you grabbed the blanked to ground yourself somehow. He inserted a finger into you, slowly working you open and reached up with the other hand for your tits.

You heard yourself mumbling incoherent words as he worked you into one shattering orgasm. Your body seized up and his rough tongue sliding over your clit in a delicious mixture of pain and delicate. He kept pumping his hand into you, helping you move through your orgasm and prolonging it.

You reached down for him, past the hat and felt his back before clawing yourself into his dark blue skin - until it all became too much.

Your legs trembled and Bane stopped, sitting up and watching you come back from your orgasmic peak.

You wiped away the little tears of pleasure and just starred up at Bane.

He snarled, his mouth twisting into something of a smile and leaned over you to kiss you. His looming presence and body weight felt like dragging you back into reality in the most welcome way.

“Bane.” You whispered. “Make a wish.”

He hummed and with so close you felt yourself vibrate from it.

“Think you can take me?”

“Yes.”

He reached down and tugged off his pants. You shivered in anticipation as you felt his cock heavy between your legs. Bane lined himself up while looking at you and started slowly pressing into you. He was big. You moved up your legs and hip to help him into you, pressing your fingers into his arm to tell you when to stop and when to move. Carefully he worked himself into your hot wet core and you loved every bit of it. Together you worked him into you, slowly finding a rhythm until he was fully sheathed.

You both groaned as he was full inside.

He was so much, and you felt so complete, having him inside you while barely being able to move. You bit at him playfully only for him to place his large hand over your neck and jar, stopping any movement of yours and starting to move himself.

You felt yourself losing control again and another orgasm building up with every stroke he pounds into you. Your eyes fluttered helplessly. All you could see was Bane above you with the most intent expression and the wide rim of the hat.

Your hands felt weak, yet you managed to reach up to his shoulder to caress him and wordlessly thank him.

He came shortly after you, deep inside you like you wanted. Breathlessly you both just lied there. Bane started to soften inside you, yet you could not help yourself move away from him.

“Spotchka.” He finally said.

“I am sorry?” you were confused and stilled in your slow drawings on his back.

“You still owe me the bottle of Spotchka. I’ll be back for that, lill’ Lady.”

You could not help yourself but giggle.

“I hope you do, Bane.”

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[swan-of-sunrise]

Taking Care of Business (Chapter Thirty)

Summary: Din and (Y/N), with a very happy Grogu in tow, journey to Naboo and finally exchange their marriage vows.

Pairing: Din Djarin X Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: Yay, they’re finally getting married! If you don’t wanna tear up, then I suggest you don’t listen to “Across the Stars” while you’re reading this lol I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter Thirty The Riduurok (Previous Chapter)

Filled with an inexplicable nervousness that only seemed to grow stronger by the minute, Din continued to pace back and forth along the villa’s opulent veranda and tried to comprehend the meaning behind his mounting anxiety. He’d been romantically involved with (Y/N) for a long time and deep down, he understood that marriage wouldn’t drastically change the way either of them felt about one another; despite all that, Din’s stomach was filled with butterflies and his hands were beginning to sweat underneath his gloves at the thought of the captain becoming his riduur.

Din, desperate for a distraction while he waited for (Y/N) to emerge from the villa, turned his thoughts to the Battle for Mos Espa and the weeks that followed. Immediately following the assassination of their leader by Fennec Shand, the remnants of the Pyke Syndicate fled Tatooine and with the deaths of their heads, the five families of Mos Espa finally recognized Boba Fett as their Daimyo and agreed to follow his rule; the deceased Mok Shaiz’s majordomo was instated as the mayor of Mos Espa, a temporary appointment until a proper election could be organized, and the lengthy process of rebuilding the city was started almost immediately after they’d defeated the Pykes. Peli decided to stay in Mos Espa for a few days, relentlessly teasing them about their impending nuptials and flirting non-stop with the majordomo, and Cobb Vanth, who was incorrectly presumed dead by Cad Bane and the people of Freetown, spent all his time in Boba’s bacta tank healing his near-fatal blaster wound. (Y/N) and Din agreed to stay and assist the citizens before traveling to Naboo for their well-earned rest and long-awaited wedding; they cleared away rubble, rewired several damaged buildings and helped lay down foundations for a handful of new structures, working diligently alongside the citizens of Mos Espa while also keeping an eye on the rambunctious child who had found his way back into their lives.

(Y/N) suspected that Luke Skywalker had given Grogu a choice: either stay with him as his first Padawan and learn the ways of the Jedi, or leave and go back to being Din’s Mandalorian foundling. The thought of Grogu missing them to the extent of foregoing his Jedi studies to live with them warmed Din’s heart and while he was beyond happy that they’d been reunited with the child, he couldn’t help but feel a little angered that the Jedi had essentially forced him to choose between both paths; his partner was equally outraged that he’d sent the child halfway across the galaxy alone in an X-Wing, save for his R2 unit, and Din knew that the grudge she held against him for nearly putting Grogu in danger wouldn’t be so easily forgotten.

A cheerful coo pulled Din out of his thoughts and looking down, he spotted Grogu standing by the stone steps that led down to the villa’s dock. “Don’t go down there, kid, you’ll dirty up the new robe (Y/N) sewed for you.” The child relented and pulled out his silver sphere, giving it a small shake as his head tilted to the side. “Sure, we can play catch,” Din chuckled, watching as the child sent the ball flying through the air using the Force and catching it easily before gently tossing it back. “You haven’t seen (Y/N)’s wedding dress yet either, huh? She’s keeping it a secret, claims that it’s a Naboo tradition but between you and me, I think she likes torturing me…”

While Din and (Y/N) helped rebuild Mos Espa, they also began planning their wedding. He’d explained to her that Mandalorian weddings only comprised of an exchange of vows between the bride and groom and that they could be married in a matter of minutes, but she was all for waiting until they could journey to Naboo; going a step further, she suggested that they incorporate some of their home planet’s traditions into their Mandalorian wedding and Din readily agreed, touched by her consideration and thoughtfulness. On Aq Ventina, couples exchanged rings to signify their bonds to one another, so Din had spent his free time forging a set of rings for them while (Y/N) worked on sewing her wedding dress; since they refused payment for their assistance in the Battle for Mos Espa, Boba insisted that (Y/N) utilize the palace’s textile equipment and the chamber filled to the brim with luxurious fabrics. The seamstress-turned-captain was fully in her element, spending hours measuring, cutting and stitching material with a content smile on her face, and Din was happy that she once again had an opportunity to dabble in one of her passions. She really does like to torture me, he thought with a grin as he recalled how she shooed him away from the garment bag she’d carefully packed into the starfighter, but it’s a form of torture I’d gladly accept.

“You’ve still got the rings I gave you to hold on to?” Din asked after catching the Force-thrown ball and watched Grogu pulled the two silver rings out of his robe’s pocket with a triumphant squeal. “Thanks, buddy. Keep ‘em in your pocket until it’s time, okay? I don’t wanna ruin the surprise for her.”

Din continued to play catch with Grogu and when the child grew bored with their game, he moved to lean against the veranda’s stone balustrade and admired the stunning scenery of Naboo’s Lake Country. The elegant villa they’d rented was located on a small island surrounded by crystal-clear water and encased by towering mountains covered in shades of green; according to the travel agency, the villa had once been owned by Naboo nobility before the Empire and hadn’t been lived in until after the establishment of the New Republic, but Din could scarcely wonder why such a beautiful place had been abandoned for so long. Tendrils of ivy crept up the outside walls of the villa and nearly everywhere he looked, he saw flourishing flowers of every shape and color; that meadow we first kissed in was only half as beautiful as this place, he thought with a small smile, closing his eyes and taking in the sweet floral scents surrounding him.

“Din? Din, are you out here?”

Fighting the urge to turn around and look, Din called back, “I’m out on the veranda with the kid. Do I get to look yet?”

“Nope!”

“That’s not fair, how come you get to see me as soon as you come out here but I have to wait to see you?”

“Because it’s a tradition here on Naboo for the bride to see the groom first. If you really want me to, I could always blindfold myself and run the risk of tumbling over the balustrade and falling into the lake.” He bit his lip to keep from chuckling at her sarcastic retort. “I know that you’re laughing underneath that helmet, mir’sheb.”

“Hey, that’s not a nice thing to accuse your future husband of, alor’ad.”

“Yeah, and neither is laughing at the thought of your future wife falling into a lake.” Din felt his face warm and his heartbeat quicken when she called herself his future wife. With his Creed and his danger-filled lifestyle, he’d grown to accept that marriage simply wasn’t in the cards for him but that all changed when (Y/N) came into his life; the thought of pledging himself to the woman he’d fallen hopelessly in love with grew more appealing with each day, and he still couldn’t quite believe that she wanted to solidify the bond they shared just as badly as he did. His gloved hands gripped the stone balustrade before him as the captain’s footsteps neared, coming to a stop several feet behind him with a small intake of breath. “You’re so handsome, sweetheart.”

(Y/N)’s voice was quiet and full of reverence, but her words made his brow furrow beneath his helmet; he was dressed in his freshly-polished beskar armor as per Mandalorian tradition, but it wasn’t anything different from how he normally looked. “How can you say that when you can’t see me?”

“I don’t need to see underneath that helmet to know that you’re handsome, Din. Even if I’d never had the honor of seeing your face, I would still think that you’re the most handsome man I’d ever met.”

“Stars above, alor’ad,” Din groaned in frustration as his grip tightened on the balustrade. “I-I want…kriff, I need to see you. Please tell me I can turn around now?”

He could hear her smooth out the fabric of her dress and detect a hint of nervousness in her voice as she softly replied, “You can turn around now.”

Faster than he’d ever thought possible, Din spun around to face his future wife and when his eyes found her, his breath caught in his throat and his mouth fell open in stunned surprise. The gown she’d spent weeks constructing was fairly understated for Naboo fashion – the glowing-white fabric covered in small stitched-on flowers and butterflies, the sheer sleeves billowing loose around her elbows, the neckline dipping down to reveal the barest hints of her chest, the bodice synched at her natural waist and the long skirt just barely touching the ground – but it looked nothing less than ethereal to him. Her hair was fixed in the intricate style that he secretly loved on her and instead of jewelry or a veil, she wore a crown of woven white and pale pink blooms. In all the time they’d known one another, she’d never worn makeup and while he stood admiring the blushing pink color of her lips and the subtle glitter surrounding her (Y/E/C) eyes, he couldn’t help but be grateful for that because he knew he’d never have gotten anything done if she had.

Din’s lips curved into an awestruck smile and he took a hesitant step forward. “When I was a child, my mother used to tell me bedtime stories about angels. I always thought that they were just myths but as I stand before you now, I know for sure that they’re real.” The captain’s face broke out into a breathtaking grin as she bashfully ducked her head, and he moved closer to take her hands in his. “You’re beautiful, (Y/N).”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Her thumbs slowly caressed the leather covering his knuckles. “And the dress?”

“Absolutely breathtaking.”

“Mmm, does that mean it was worth the wait?”

“Every kriffing minute.”

(Y/N) laughed and down by their feet, Grogu tapped his ball against Din’s shin guard to draw their attention, smiling when (Y/N) looked down and smiled at him. “Don’t worry, little guy, we didn’t forget about you. You look very dashing in your new robe!” With a happy coo, the child used the Force to leap into the air and she was forced to let go of Din’s hands in order to catch him. “And here I thought you were a handful before all your training…” She joked and while Grogu played with one of her dress’s stitched-on butterflies, she glanced up at Din with a smoldering annoyance in her eyes. “One of the many things I’ll have to thank Master Skywalker for someday.”

“You’ll have to get in line.” Her smile returned at his dry retort and widened when he rested his hand against the small of her back. “Are you ready, alor’ad?” His partner gave him a firm nod and he led her over to the balcony that overlooked the picturesque lake, taking Grogu from her arms and setting him down on the stone balustrade beside them before clasping her hands in his. “All right, I’ll recite each vow in Basic and Mando’a, then you’ll repeat them after me.” Din took a steadying breath and (Y/N)’s face brightened in nervous anticipation when he finally continued. “We are one when together. Mhi solus tome.”

“We are one when together. Mhi solus tome,” (Y/N) repeated, her voice steadfast and her Mando’a pronunciation flawless.

“We are one when parted. Mhi solus dar’tome.”

“We are one when parted. Mhi solus dar’tome.”

Din’s fingers tightened around hers. “We share all. Mhi me’dinui an.”

“We share all. Mhi me’dinui an.”

“We…We will raise warriors. Mhi ba’juri verde.”

Beneath his helmet, Din blushed at the not-so-unappealing thought of someday giving Grogu a sibling and the captain tried her hardest to suppress her embarrassed smile while she spoke. “We will raise warriors. Mhi ba’juri verde.”

According to Mandalorian tradition, that final vow would mark the moment they became husband and wife, but the ceremony that they’d meticulously planned wasn’t quite finished. (Y/N) gently removed his gloves and Din looked over at Grogu, nearly chuckling at the look on concentration on the child’s wrinkled face. “Okay, Grogu, just like we discussed earlier.” The set of silver rings Din spent so long forging floated through the air and the child squealed in triumph when they landed gracefully on (Y/N)’s open palm; his partner delicately held the ring intended for her in between her fingers, carefully examining the Mando’a engraving on its interior. “I’ve never been very skilled at forging, so they’re not exactly perfect-”

“They’re beautiful, Din.” (Y/N) beamed up at him, her eyes beginning to well with tears. “And the engraving…‘Ner kar’ta.’ That means ‘My heart,’ right?” He nodded and watched as she examined his ring. “There’s no engraving on yours. Tomorrow, could you please engrave something on it for me?”

“Of course. What is it?”

She didn’t even hesitate to answer his timid question. “Ner ka’ra. My stars.”

Din’s own eyes prickled with unshed tears and he mustered up another nod, watching with a smile stretching across his face as she took his left hand and slipped the ring onto his third finger; he gently took hold of her left hand and did the same, the pads of his fingers caressing her knuckles and the ring that signified their lifelong bond. With another steadying breath, he reached up, removed his helmet and set it carefully on the balustrade before clasping her hands in his and grinning. “Hi.”

“Hi.” They both simply stood and admired one another, beaming in happiness while they savored the intimate and perfect moment; (Y/N) was even more beautiful without his helmet’s tinted visor obstructing his vision and judging by the way her eyes roamed across his features, she was thinking something similar about him. “On Naboo, a wedding vow isn’t complete until it’s sealed with a kiss.”

“Now that’s a Naboo tradition I can get behind.” Din chuckled to himself while (Y/N) rolled her eyes in mild exasperation. With their hands still joined, they slowly leaned in and their eyes closed as their lips met in a sweet but passionate kiss; the captain’s lips were soft and gentle, her hands holding steadfast to his and the faint scent of the flowers she wore engulfing his senses, and he reverently kissed her back, swallowing her hums of approval and moving closer so that they were nearly touching one another. After what felt like an eternity to Din, they finally pulled away but stayed close, their foreheads touching and their smiles growing as they both looked into each other’s eyes and worked on catching their breath. “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, ner cyar'ika riduur.”

(Y/N), smiling peacefully up at him, brushed the tip of her nose against his and kissed the corner of his mouth. “And I love you too, my darling husband.”

A happy coo drew their attention to the balustrade, where Grogu was seated and clapping his clawed hands together as his wide eyes stared up at them; Din chuckled and pressed a chaste kiss to his wife’s cheek before gathering the child up in his arms. “That’s right, buddy, now we really are a Clan of Three.” Aliit. A family. He silently marveled at the word, scarcely believing that after all they’d gone through, they were finally able to come together as the family that he’d always dreamed of but never believed he deserved. With Grogu nestled in the crook of his arm and (Y/N) leaning into his warm embrace, however, he knew that he couldn’t possibly be imagining such a perfect moment of peace.

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Dusk had begun to settle over the clear Naboo sky when they finally put Grogu to bed. After the ceremony, they’d shared a delicious dinner and the uj’alayi Peli made for them before their departure from Tatooine, then spent the early evening playing with the rambunctious child on the shore of the lake; his eyes eventually grew heavy and as quietly as they could, Din and (Y/N) took him to the nursery and activated the nurse droid they’d hired for the duration of their stay. Din was a little wary of leaving the child in the care of a droid, but his anxious nerves were soothed when (Y/N) reminded him that Grogu could defeat a rickety old nurse droid with barely a flick of his wrist. Once they tucked the sleeping child into his bassinet, they took a peaceful stroll along the villa’s spacious veranda and stopped to admire the stars twinkling in the night sky above.

“Those two constellations up there are Set and Veré,” (Y/N) softly remarked, leaning back against Din’s chest and pointing up at a cluster of stars. “According to an ancient Futhork myth, they were complete opposites – Set filled with darkness and chaos and Veré a living embodiment of peace and light – but one day, they fell deeply in love. They bound themselves to one another in every conceivable way and when they died, it’s said that their souls transformed into a constellation of stars so that they could spend eternity together.”

Din’s arms tightened around her middle and he began to pepper light kisses onto his wife’s perfectly-styled hair. “Sounds like a nice way to spend eternity.” He looked down at her, admiring how the moonlight illuminated her face and the way the stars reflected in her eyes. “How does it feel being back on your home planet?”

(Y/N) thought his question over for a moment. “Good, I think. Naboo holds a lot of painful memories for me and I’ve never really tried to work though those emotions…but being married here helps. Now I’ve got some of the happiest memories of my life to focus on instead.” Her hand carded through his curls and guided his head down so that she could kiss him; her lips tasted of the sweet uj’alayi they’d eaten and Din groaned in satisfaction as he returned her kiss, breaking away after several long moments to start trailing kisses along her jawline and down her neck. “So, do you…ah…do you really like this dress, sweetheart?”

“Mm-hmm. I kriffing love it, alor’ad.”

While he continued kissing her neck, he felt her smile against the stubble of his cheek before moving closer and whispering, “That’s good, because I also sewed a matching nightgown.”

(Y/N)’s giggles filled the cool night air when Din hastily gathered her into his arms and nearly ran into the villa, only pausing in his mission to get them to the bedroom long enough to capture the captain’s smiling lips with his own in the first of many, many passionate kisses of the night.

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A/N: And there we are! Once again, I'd like to thank you all for reading, liking and commenting on this fic, it means so much to me! The adventures of the Mandalorian and the Captain will continue once Season 3 is released but until then, I'll try to update with deleted/extended scenes or small blurbs, so stay tuned for that!

If you’re interested in reading my other writing, go ahead and check out my masterlist; I’ve currently got a Steve Rogers X Reader and a Loki X Reader series in progress, and there’s several completed works in there too. Thank you all so much for reading and commenting!

Chapter Thirty-One

Mando'a Translations:

Riduur-Spouse, husband, wife Mir'sheb-Smart-ass Alor'ad-Captain Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde-We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors. Ner kar’ta-My heart Ner ka’ra-My stars Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, ner cyar'ika riduur-I love you, my darling wife Aliit-Family Uj’alayi-Uj Cake

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[make-me-imagine]

Worried

Prompt: "You almost died and you're making jokes?" Requested By: @spuffyfan394

Plot: Y/n is worried after Cobb is shot by Cad Bane; and stays by his side back in Boba Fetts palace, waiting for him to wake up.

Pairing: Cobb Vanth x GN!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of gunfire and injuries. Spoilers for The Book of Boba Fett Finale Episode.

Words: 697

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire, @rexit-mo Star Wars/Mandalorian Taglist: @hoeforthefictional

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You watched with baited breath, gripping the post in front of you. Cobb and the stranger were staring each other down. Their hands hovering over their holstered blasters.

For a moment, Cobb's eyes flicked past the strangers shoulder, meeting yours. He could see the fear in your eyes. Winking, to reassure you, you let out a breath, feeling your worries barely alleviated.

Seeing movement nearby, you looked towards the deputy, as he stood impatiently nearby. Seeing him getting ready to reach for his blaster, your eyes widened. At the same time, Cobb noticed the deputies movements, distracting him.

You felt your heart stop as the stranger fired, striking Cobb in the shoulder, before he could get his own blaster out. The stranger turned and fired at the deputy, again and again. You opened your mouth to call out, but your words died on your lips. You stared at Cobbs motionless body.

When he was done, the stranger looked around, his eyes passing over you briefly. You felt rage rocket through you, but pushed it away.

His voice called out, echoing through the town. "Tatooine belongs to the syndicate. As long as the spice keeps running, everyone will be left alone." Turning, the stranger walked back out into the desert.

Once he was past you, you quickly ran to Cobb's side. Tears were welling in your eyes as you turned him onto his back, lying his head in your lap. His breath was baited, and slow.

"Cobb?" You whispered, hoping his eyes would flutter open, that he would make a sound. "Cobb?" You whispered, stifling a shaky sob.

When he made no movement and no sound, you looked out at the sandy plane, as the man disappeared into the dusty distance. You glared, feeling anger pulse through you again. Looking down at Cobb, you pressed your forehead against his.

You would not let them get away with this. You would not let their terror rule over you. You would help the Mandalorian and Boba Fett, and you would see this stranger get what he deserved.

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You stared down at Cobb, his breathing was steady, and his shoulder healed. Boba Fett brought in a specialist, to alter his shoulder that had been damaged. You wondered how he would react when he woke to find his altered state.

Looking around the room, you thought back on everything that had happened.

You and the others from Freetown came to Boba Fett's aid against the Syndicate. In return for your help, he helped to heal Cobb. He had yet to wake since the day the stranger, who you now knew as Cad Bane, had shot him down.

Lost in thought, you didn't notice Cobb's eyes flutter open. Looking around, his eyes landed on you, as you stood over him, your face pensive.

"Hey you." He muttered out.

Your eyes shot down at the sound of his voice. "Cobb" You said breathless as a smile formed on your face. You placed your hand on the top of his head, running your fingers through his damp hair. "How are you feeling?"

"Uh...alright I think. What the hell happened?"

"It's a long story, but, the ending is, that Boba Fett lent the use of his Bacta tank to heal you. But..."

"But?"

"But, they had to add alterations to your shoulder."

He furrowed his brow before looking down at his shoulder. Reaching his hand up he gripped it, and rolled it, feeling an unusual tightness within, noting the lack of discomfort. "Well. With this, maybe next time I'll be able to reach my blaster faster"

You let out a huff of breath and rolled your eyes with a shake of the head. "You almost died and you're making jokes?"

He gave you a tired smirk before reaching over and grabbing your hand. "I'm sorry. But hey. I'm okay. Right?"

You smiled down at him. "Yeah, you're okay. But you had me worried."

Reaching up, he gently cupped your face. "When don't I worry you?"

Leaning down you hovered above his face. "Never." After pressing a soft, quick kiss to his lips, you rested your forehead on his.

"Now-" he began, "Tell me this 'long story.'"

xx End xx

Unfortunately I could not think of a great idea for this, buuut, I hope you like it.

[waiting-for-motivation]

childhood friends

summary: Boba Fett contacts an old friend to help him out in Mos Espa. Together they fight. (Y/n) quickly develops an stronger bond with Din Djarin.

pairings: Din Djarin x Reader, Boba Fett, Fennec Shand

warnings: !SPOILERS! canon typical violence, fighting, some angst, fluff

words: 1413

a/n: kind of inspired by this post and me being obsessed with clones and buir skirata lol

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“You should really check the backdoor!“

Every single weapon inside the ruins of the Sanctuary aims at her; Fennecs modified sniper rifle, Bobas blaster rifle as well as Dins blaster. For one moment, the air is so thick, no one dares to breathe. Then Boba laughs warmly, lowers his blaster and approaches (Y/n). While Fennec follows the lead of the Daimyo, Din keeps his visor focused on the stranger. He watches Boba welcome her with a tight hug, even picking her up a bit. A keldabe kiss follows.

With a wide smile on his lips, Boba turns around, one arm still around (Y/n)s shoulders. “This is (Y/n) Skirata, my friend and our reinforcement“, Boba introduces her. Finally, Din lowers his blaster too and replaces it to his thigh holster. The female Mandalorian lowers her gaze to greet Bobas friends, at the same time reaching for her helmet and removing it. That doesn‘t really surprise Din at all, Boba showed him there are more ways than one to be a real Mandalorian.

“Fennec“, (Y/n) smiles cheekily and winks at the sniper. Fennec only rolls her eyes and turns back to the entrance, watching out for any possible danger. The two of them seem to have got a past together, still Boba and (Y/n) seem closer, like they know each other for decades. Only Din has no idea who she is, but right now he is more interested in solving the conflict in Mos Espa. However, Din has to admit that (Y/n) looks rather gorgeous under her helmet.

The three Mandalorians and the sniper stand in the ruins of the Sanctuary, waiting for messages of their allies and or action from the Pyke Syndicate. For a long time nothing happens, still no one dares to interrupt said silence. Then a hooded figure approaches the bombed cantina. The second Boba recognizes the hat which belongs to Cad Bane, he grabs (Y/n) by the biceps and drags her back inside the Sanctuary. “You stay here. Keep your thoughts of revenge to yourself. He is not worth it. I will sort that out, do you understand me?“

“They were your brothers too. How can you keep so calm? He killed dozens of them! He deserves to die!“, (Y/n) whisper yells with much emotion. One might even see tears in her eyes. Hopelessly, she tries to get out of Bobas firm grip to kill Cad Bane, who murdered so many clones, so many family members.

“And he will, ad‘ika!“, Boba returns with a smile. He pats (Y/n)s cheek with his gloved hand and then leaves her in the middle of carbonized wreckage and bodies. She takes a deep breath. Her mind tells her to listen to her childhood best friend, but her heart screams for revenge. (Y/n) has hardly taken a step forward when a hand gets placed on top of her chest armor. The strange Mandalorian, Din as she remembers Boba calling him in his holo message, stops her. “This won’t make you feel any better. Boba knows what he does.“

“I don‘t think so. He once punched me in the face while I was still wearing my helmet. A Mandalorian should know the quality of pure beskar“, (Y/n) grumbles as she shrugs Dins hand off her armor. With her blaster in hand, she takes position at a bigger opening and aims at the head of Cad Bane. She hesitates, even more when the stupid stubborn Mandalorian rests a hand on her blaster and pushes it down. “He might deserve it, but if you pull that trigger, war will come way faster.“

(Y/n) rolls her eyes because Din is right and replaces her blaster to its holster. She leans against a stone, eventually sitting down on the dusty floor. The voices of Boba and his old enemy reach the destroyed walls of the Sanctuary, currently everything seems calm.

“Who did he kill?“, Din asks silently. Now and then his gaze wanders from the two men outside to the female Mandalorian at his feet. The helmet is back on top of her head, probably to cover up every emotion. Slowly, the visor tilts aside as if to consider if (Y/n) wants to tell this stranger something so personal. Looking at their current situation, they could be dead by tomorrow, so (Y/n) starts talking.

“My family. My brothers. Clones“, (Y/n) answers in few words. The faces of dead men appear in front of her inner eye. She misses them deeply and wishes to avenge them. “My father brought me with him to train them. That is how I met Boba. We kind of grew up together.“

Din opens his mouth to return something, but Boba already returns, explaining their next steps. Fennec leaves them to cut off the snakes head. Boba, Din and (Y/n) stay in the Sanctuary and wait for the best. But soon the worst arrives: more than a dozen Pykes. While Boba and Din discuss about honor and the right way, (Y/n) arms herself.

“Could you stop flirting for a moment?“, she asks snarky and steps in between the two Mandalorians to throw a grenade in front of the Pykes feet. The war starts. At first, the Mandalorians fight well and kill many Pyke soldiers, but eventually they get overrun. (Y/n) gets shot in the thigh and falls to the ground. Din covers her, trying his best to stay uninjured himself.

The moment the three are at their breaking point, kneeling on the floor, hope returns with the people of Freetown. Din drags (Y/n) behind their land speeder and is quick to treat her injury. Her blood paints his gloves, yet he presses a hand to her thigh while the other one rips a piece of his cape. As Din tightens the cloth around (Y/n)s injured leg, she groans under her helmet, but also thanks him for taking care of her.

For one second there was hope for them, but then these huge droids appeared and started bombarding the soldiers of the great Daimyo. Most run for their lives, only the Mandalorians stick together until (Y/n) gets an idea. “Boba, get your new lovely pet. And we…do our best.“ Boba nods without saying a word and leaves them.

With Dins arm around her waist, (Y/n) manages to run from the droids because fighting them has no use. Again and again they are almost hit, the blast letting them fall over a few times. At last, Din pulls (Y/n) into a house. They entrench themselves in there, hoping for the best. A small loophole allows them to frantically shoot at the droids.

“If we survive this, I will kill Boba myself for requesting me here on this stupid sandy planet“, (Y/n) growls as she leans her head against the wall, sitting next to the Mandalorian and waiting for the droids to stop blasting at their shelter. The visors of their helmets meet and both smile, not knowing the other does.

“I‘ll help you“, Din returns with a chuckle and starts shooting again. His few blaster bolts are quickly followed by another bombardment. He sighs exhausted, not knowing what to do right now. Walking out of their hideout will definitely kill one of them, so waiting is the best option right now, waiting for Boba to return with reinforcements.

“Hey, what ship do you have?“, (Y/n) asks randomly. She has taken off her helmet and is now smiling directly at Din, who is rather confused. They are in the middle of a war and this strange woman asks him about his ship. After some time, he opens his mouth, knowing this conversation might distract from death waiting outside.

“N-1 Starfighter.“ “Pre Empire? I like that!“ “Have you got a ship?“ “Of course! A Razor Crest, not as fast as your starfighter, but more room and-“ “You fly a Razor Crest?“ “Yes, that‘s what I just said.“

Din has to suppress a laugh. The female Mandalorian instantly becomes ten times more sympathetic to him. “After this is done, you can come with me for a short ride“, (Y/n) suggests as she realizes Dins fascination. Before she replaces her helmet, she smiles cheekily and even winks at him. Then she turns her focus back on the droids.

“I would love to“, Din whispers and aims his blaster back at the droids. Both want this fight to end, not just because of their shared friend Boba, but also to get to know each other better and go on that trip with (Y/n)s Razor Crest.

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[zoeykallus]

Crosshair – My Beloved Enemy 15 – The Bounty

Crosshair x Female!Reader (FF)

Warning: Angst/Tension/Pain

What Happened Before:

Part 1 - Crash Landing

Part 2 - Hot And Cold

Part 3 - Hello Kitten

Part 4 - Look Who’s Back

Part 5 - Rebel Darling

Part 6 - Burning Anger

Part 7 - Love And Pain

Part 8 - A Difficult Reunion

Part 9 - The Bitter Taste Of Blood And Failure

Part 10 - Where The Dead Ships Dwell

Part 11 - A Lonely Firefly In Space

Part 12 - Broken Wings

Part 13 - A Helping Hand

Part 14 - The Justifier

not yet proof read cause' my migrane is killing me -.-

Part 15 - The Bounty

"What kind of problem?" asked Crosshair sharply.

Lando spread his arms a little helplessly and said, "We have an intruder who refused to identify himself, landed without permission, and has already killed one of my guard squads."

"Holy crap," Echo muttered.

"You can say that again," Crosshair grumbled.

Tech frowned and asked, "What does the surveillance video say?"

Lando shrugged helplessly as well as frustrated, " Not working. Got overloaded and all burned out, I don't know how exactly that happened, but I'm guessing whoever is after you guys, they must be professionals"

"What do you know about the ship?" echoed Tech.

"An armed transport," Lando explained "As things stand, I suspect an experienced bounty hunter"

"Identification?", Crosshair wanted to know.

"Justifier"

Echo and Tech listened up and looked critically at each other. Crosshair who had noticed the glances, looked nervously from one to the other.

"What's going on? You guys know something," he grumbled impatiently.

Echo sighed and said, "If I'm not mistaken, the Justifier is the ship of that guy who almost killed Hunter when he kidnapped Omega."

Crosshair frowned critically, he didn't know the story yet.

Lando asked, "Does this guy have a name?"

Tech nodded, "A Duros named Cad Bane. He's pretty well known, a-"

"Master marksman, feared, even in his own bounty hunter ranks. Yeah I've actually heard that name before," Calrissian interrupted Tech.

Crosshair looked nervously from one to the other.

"That sounds bad," he remarked, casting an uncertain glance over his shoulder at you.

"Indeed," Tech said "He's one of the very few bounty hunters who regularly messed with the Jedi in their time, he even gave Master Kenobi and Master Skywalker trouble. We definitely can't underestimate this Duros."

Crosshair looked around, he felt naked without his rifle, especially now.

"All our weapons are in the Marauder," Echo spoke his thought.

Lando shook his head and said, "No they are not."

He waved two of his men into the room and they came in with a box and set it down. When Lando opened the lid, Crosshair saw their weapons inside.

"You've been thinking ahead, I like that," he said, grabbing his rifle.

Echo and Tech also took out their blasters and all three checked their weapons.

Lando finally smiled again and said: „You are welcome. I thought the odds are better for all of us if you have your gear“

Echo nodded, confirming: „Good thinking“

Tech looked around critically and said, "I don't like having to say this, but we should split up."

Echo frowned unwillingly.

But before anyone could object, he said, "We're supposed to be in the Marauder in case Hunter reports in. Crosshair certainly won't leave Y/N's side, so we have no choice."

Lando interjected, "I'll leave some of my people outside the door, a few guards, just in case, and there are already some at your ship as well."

Crosshair gritted his teeth, but knew Tech was right, if Hunter called in he needed to know immediately what was going on, both to warn him, Wrecker and Rex and to make sure they got back as quickly as possible because they were needed here.

The Sniper finally nodded and said, "Maybe one of you should stay here and I should go to the Marauder."

Astonished, his brothers looked at him.

"I didn't expect that," Tech admitted bluntly.

Crosshair sighed, "Chances are Bane is here because of me, if I stay with Y/N I might just put her in danger"

If he was really right and this someone, whoever it might be, was really here for him, he didn't want to put you in danger. He didn't want you to get between the fronts, perhaps even get a stray blaster shot. You were already hurt, and probably because of him.

"What if he's after Clone Force 99 in general?" interjected Echo, "We shouldn't split up".

He didn't seem to like the idea at all.

Echo added, "We are weaker when we separate!"

Of course he was right, but that didn't change the facts and the circumstances.

Tech shifted his goggles and said seriously, "We need to make a decision, now"

There were noises outside the door, only brief and not particularly loud, but Crosshair listened anyway. His gut feeling told him something was off about it. The others didn't seem to notice it, because they continued talking.

Tech spoke up, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"What?" he asked, because he hadn't understood his brother.

The door of the infirmary opened, turning his attention away from Tech again.

There was no one to be seen, but an object came rolling in. The moment they realized what it was, it was too late. The small object beeped, buzzed, and suddenly some kind of electrical charge shot through the room.

A stun grenade.

Everyone in the room dropped to the floor. They were paralyzed but fully conscious. Corsshair could see that the guards outside the door were taken out.

He heard footsteps, then saw someone appear in the doorway. A figure with a hat, a long leather coat and a weapon belt. Under the brim of the hat, two large red eyes peered into the room from a blue face.

"Do you mind if I make the decision for you?" spoke Bane in a low, calm voice, "Best stay right there, together."

He came striding further into the room, unhurried, relaxed. His presence filled the room, like a predator entering a room full of helpless prey. He stepped over Lando and his men, stopped beside Crosshair, and looked down at him with his head tilted slightly to one side.

"Look at that glare. Somebody doesn't like me. But you know what, after today, you're going to hate me even more than you might right now," he said, showing part of his pointy teeth in a small smile.

Bane's gaze drifted to the tank, Crosshair wanted to jump up, turn, reach for him, do something, but his limbs didn't obey him.

"You know," Bane continued to speak calmly "I'm not here for any of you clones. There's quite an interesting bounty on your heads, but not nearly as high as there is for that chick over there"

Crosshair felt his guts want to knot up, he hadn't expected that, none of them had. Who the hell would put a bounty on your head!!!

Bane stepped over Crosshair, Echo and Tech, heading for the Bacta Tank and out of Crosshair's field of vision as he couldn't turn, but he heard him speak.

"Interesting pendant," he laughed softly "I guess I was right about you really hating me after today. The tattoo, your name, her pendant. She's your girl isn't she?"

Crosshair's pulse quickened, his brain screaming at his body to move and do something, but his body didn't obey.

Bane looked at the silent medic droid and asked, "How bad are her injuries? Is she transportable without dying?"

"Three broken ribs and several bruises. She can be transported, but it is not recommended, she will be in a lot of pain," the droid enlightened him.

"Hmm," Bane made, "I can't take that into consideration."

He took a hover stretcher from the wall next to him, activated it next to the tank so that it hovered there horizontally, then entered something into the control panel of the Bacta tank. A hiss was heard, then the liquid slowly drained.

Blinking, you woke up. Confused, you realized that you were still in a lot of pain. You thought when they wake you, you'd actually feel better, but you clearly didn't.

Then you saw the strange person standing next to you, who did not look like medical personnel at all. A Duros, dressed as you would imagine a Bountyhunter to be.

The stranger opened the tank and took the oxygen mask from you.

"Who are you, what is this?" you pressed out between your teeth.

"Pain?" he asked simply.

You frowned.

"Is that a question or your name?" you murmured.

"If you're not well-behaved, both," he returned flatly.

He was not here to help you, that much was clear.

Bane waved the droid over.

"Put her on the bar, strap her to it and give her a painkiller, preferably a sedative, it will make things easier".

Panic rose in you. What did this guy want from you? Where were Crosshair and the others?

The droid refused, explaining that this was not what his patient had in mind.

"Do it, or I'll kill every single person in this room, including you," Bane still threatened in a calm voice, and for some reason you knew this was not an empty threat.

The droid was doing what it was programmed to do, what was necessary to keep its patient alive, so it complied after all.

You wanted to sit up, to fight back, but the very first movement drove through your chest so painfully that you felt dizzy and saw starbursts.

"Fuck..." you groaned.

Bane smiled, baring his creepy, pointy teeth.

"Lie still, you'll hurt yourself," he sneered.

When you felt the needle, you cursed, called for Crosshair in panic and fear, but your senses faded incredibly fast, within a few heartbeats, you fell asleep again.

Crosshair heard you talking, casting every curse he knew in his mind. He still couldn't move, he didn't know exactly when the effect would wear off, the grenade Bane had used was not familiar to him.

When you called out to him it felt like someone was stabbing him in the heart, he heard the fear in your voice. You needed him and he was literally paralyzed, he was here in the very same room as you and still couldn't do anything. The anger, frustration and worry was overwhelming.

Bane finally walked past him with the stretcher, Crosshir saw you lying on it, obviously already sedated. He had at least had the decency to cover you up, or maybe that had been the droid.

Bane looked at him briefly and said, "I'm almost certain we'll meet again. I can't wait to see if you're really as good a shot as I've heard. But for now, I must take my leave. See you around."

Helplessly, Crosshair, Tech and Echo watched as Bane took you out of the infirmary.

On the way out, he used a com device on his wrist: "Todo, start the engine, we're about to leave".

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Hello! I LOVE your writing so much, and I sae your asks are open. Would you be able to write something on what it would be like kissing Rex for the first time. And if you wanted to get spicy, what it would be like having sex for the first time.

I stopped Writing my cad bane x reader for this and YES YOU CAN

Im really glad you enjoy my reader despite all of my errors. I have grammerly for a reason I should be using it.

Also. I will write the smut scene but will have this be request be two parts because it ended up getting really long and really got into sweet rex

Before I go I love you| Rex

Warnings: mentions of being naked, suggestive, Anakin Skywalker being a big brother, really really slowly building up that sexual tension thats gonna be in part two

Reader: Female

"I love you!" Rex shouted, "I. Love you."

The boys went crazy as they stood on the gunner ship, finally he had said it.

"I've always loved you! So I-" Rex spoke.

"We have to go!" Redeye shouted, the other Gunner ships starting to make there way off the ground slowly.

"I just." Rex spoke, as he looked down at Y/n, the general holding a flower in hand he had handed her before hand, "You don't have to return my feelings, but I wanted to tell you. You're what keeps me going! And even if we're not in a relationship, or you want me court marshelled or anything! Knowing that you're alive keeps me going!"

"I have to go! They need us Rex Im sorry!" Redeye apologized, as he started up his ship.

Rex leaned over the edge, a knee to the ground of the ship, "General. As long as your safe I dont care how you treat me-"

He was cut off by her kissing him, the boys whistling as Rex ran a hand through her hair. His lips were rough against her soft ones, Rex from the labor of his efforts in the battlefront of warm no hot to the touch as he had been going non-stop. It was the longest amount of peace he had gotten on a battle feild, feeling as if he was sitting in a feild, with her the only being for the whole planet. White noise filling his head as he pulled her in closer, deeping the kiss he'd felt he'd never get again.

It was the ship slowly rising higher than broke them apart.

"I love you!" She cried out as his hand held hers, "so Come back to me! All in one piece!"

He smiled down at her, as there hands slolwy pulled away from one another due to height.

"I'll never loose if I have you to go home to!" Y/n shouted up at him.

"I love you!" He shouted for a final time as Redeye took off, Rex rising to his feet as the door was slid shut.

"YEAH!"

"He did it! He finally did it!"

"You wanna talk about that Rex?" Anakin asked, he wasnt at all happy.

"Uh...I have feelings for General Y/n-"

"Who?"

"I uh. Mean General Skywalker sir." Rex responded, how could he forget her damn twin brother was standing next to him and none the less his General.

Anakin laughed, "I won't man any other man with her."

Anakin placed a hand on his shoulder as Rex sighed in relief, "So that means take the pin up of her off the ship,"

"Hey!" Fives complained, "she said we could!"

"She said what!?" Anakin shouted.

Rex was proud to say that he kissed his crush and won the seven day battle. When the group returned to Corusaunt a mess, covered in dust dirt and grime they all came back exhausted, running on fumes.

Rex had gotten a surge of energy from the ration bars distributed eariler as he rushed out the Gunner ship, looking for Y/n.

There she was in all her glory, her dark robes covered in light tan sand dirt, her face showed the same dirt and grime that covered her boots, her hair pulled up in a sloppy ponytail.

Rex pushed past moving clones, excuse mes and I need to get bys as he made his way closer and closer.

"General-"

"Rex!" She pushed past others apologizing as they finally got to each other, Clones too tired to pay any attention.

Once within reach they grabbed one another.

"You're alright!" Rex spoke.

"You're okay? You're alright?" Y/n questioned holding his face.

"I've never been better-" He told, but was cut off with a kiss.

Her hand running through his soft blonde buzz cut as she pulled away softly.

"We're lucky all these clones are tired, we could get caught." Rex spoke.

"Then come on."

Rex let her pull him off, and sneak him into her room.

Wait.

Was. Was this happening. Now?

He gulped as she closed and locked the door behind her.

"Go ahead take a shower." Y/n responded, "the refreshers that way."

"Oh, uh, yeah..." Rex spoke making his way over to the refresher placing his helmet on her table before walking inside.

Y/n was pulling out some blacks she had from when she has snuck in as a clone trooper, and was more than glad that she had a strong build being the same height as her brother.

Folding them neatly she walked in the refreshed the shower running as Rex unfortunately hidden behind the curtian.

"Rex. I brought some of my old blacks from when I snuck into the GAR." She told him, "unless you want me to retrieve some of yours for you?"

The only sound was the water hitting the floor as he didn't respond. She frowned, perhaps it was because he was in the shower?

She supposed it was diffrent when you're with a whole bunch of the same guy verus a female.

"Want me to join you?" She questioned.

He was silent again, but cleared his throat.

"Um...please?" He questioned himself.

Y/n chuckled, "alright then Captian."

She stripped of her chlothes, Rex seeing her silhouette undressing in the curtain as he quickly rinsed off any dirt he may have had on him. He'd be lying if he said he wasnt just standing under the shower the water hitting his neck and running down his back as he thought about what had unfolded within those seven days.

The curtain shifted as he turned his back to her rising what small amount of hair he had as she stepped in behind him.

"Its cold Captain." Y/n noted aloud.

"Ah. Sorry, Use to it." Rex spoke rubbing the back of his neck, "I prefer it to the heat."

Y/n chuckled, "As do I,"

Her finger tips grazed a fresh scar on his back sholder blade.

"I never liked the heat, reminds me too much of Tatooine..." Y/n infromed quietly, "Its a dream of mine to go see the snow moons or planets."

"You've never seen the snow?"

"No...Anakin got all those missions. I suppose I was jealous that he got them, got to see the opposite to what we knew so well," she told kissing his shoulder softly, "or maybe I eas just jealous that he was takin you away from me."

Rex chuckled at her small joke his shoulders loosening as she rubbed her rub over his biceps, fingers traveling around his body, rubbing small knots and kinks out of his tired body.

"Maker..." he moaned in pleasure, "is that a jedi trick? You find them so easily."

Y/n chuckled as she contuined to rub on him scars and thight muscles, "no. You're just a tired soilder...my tired soilder."

He melted at her possessiveness, even if it was a small tease, slowly he turned around, face to face with Y/n as she smiled, his face rose in heat as he tried to keep his gaze away from hers, but her fingers rubbed along the sides of his neck down to his shoulders as he let his head roll back.

Y/n contuined to please him, releasing small knots under his skin. He felt bad for feeling so good, muscle pain turned into releif as she ran a hand through his short buzz cut, rubbing the back of his head.

"Its no fair to you...mesh'la. Mhmm." He spoke moaning under her fingers she chuckled.

"Go ahead Captain. I didn't say you couldn't put your hands on me." She teased as she slowly dropped her hands.

He gulped, his hands unknowning up what to really do, she dropped her hands off his shoulders and lifted his hands to her shoulders, his fingers slowly massaging her skin and up her neck, into her hair where he massaged her scalp.

She hummed Softly her eyes closing as he guided her under the water softly.

"You don't have too."

"I'd like too if you'd allow me."

"Hmm...okay..."

Rex smiled as he washed her hair for her, making sure get all the sand dirt out.

She yawned as the soapy water washed into her mouth, immediately coughing and choking on it.

"I'm sorry! Im sorry!"

"I-Its okay! Really!"

Rex watched her recover as she wipped away any soap from her face.

"Im okay."

Rex sighed in relief, "I think I'll just...step out."

Rex left quickly before Y/n could get a word in. He got dressed in the bottom blacks left for him leaving the shirt for her.

Sitting on rhe small cushions she used for meditirating he held his face in his hands, he was beyond embarrassed. He had made her choke and none the less on soapy water.

Wait-

He had made her choke.

His face deepened in red as he couldnt believe how he was thinking- but he wanted to make her choke, by his own hand rather than water-

"Might have gained a bit more muscle I suppose huh? You fit into those good?" Y/n questioned.

What? Was she talking to him?

He turned around to answer her even if it was delayed as he spotted her in the black turtle neck, a simple pair of black panties matching them.

"I-uh yeah..." he flustered looking away.

She smiled as she walked over to him, standing infront of him, "Come on. You can come over to the bed."

"I-I don't think thats appropriate G-general."

Y/n only chuckled, "we did just shower together."

Well. She had a point.

"R-right." Rex spoke.

"But you don't have to. If you don't want too." She spoke taking small steps backwards, as she fell onto the bed happily.

Rex chuckled at her playful adittute, her feet kicking into the air, he got himself up catching one of her legs as she chuckled, pulling her legs far enough to wedge himself between them he fell ontop of her as she laughed, running her fingers through his soft buzz cut he hummed laying his head on her chest, every worry he had flying away.

"You know...we should go to the snow..." he spoke softly, his own arms resting under hers and messing with the ends of her hair.

"Mhm. Yeah sounds nice." She spoke, to lost in the sweet moment to be excited, without another word the two fell asleep in each others grasp.

When moring came Rex was up early, sitting up he was tugged on as Y/n drapped her arm over him, she stirred in her sleep as he rubbed her head, her drowsiness taking over as she fell back asleep

Skillfully getting out of her grasp he started to get dressed in his armor.

[echoisbabe]

Fools in love

Cad bane x reader

I know I have like 5 requests to do but I suddenly had to write this. Hes a bit soft? Idk lol but hope everyone that reads enjoys!! :)

He wasn’t the type to stay around after a fling. He didn’t want any attachments and yet here he was. His arm wrapped lazily wrapped around you as your head rests on his chest. Soft snores filled the silence as he begins to run his fingers up and down your spine.

He didn’t know how it got to this point. The point where his heart beats quicker when he sees you, his knees weaken when you smile, and the way his soul yearns to be one with yours. He hates that he’s fallen this hard for you and he know what he has to do. It may rip him apart but he can’t drag you down with him. You deserve so much more. He know this.

He feels you tense, body shaking for second before you let out a small whimper. His arms tightens around you, pulling you closer. A small smile creeps up onto his face as he feels you body relax and a soft snore lips past your lips.

Would you understand the reason behind his actions? He hopes you do. He hopes that you know that the best part of his life is with you. He could be on his death bed, breathing his last breath, thinking of you. The way your fingers brush across his cheek before resting on the nape of his neck, pulling him for a kiss. The way your smile brightens when your door slides open to reveal him on the other side. The way his name slips past your lips, breathy and needy.

He closes his eyes as he feels your fingers run up and down his side. Your lips press softly against his neck and he lets out a sigh before you lean up. A sleepily smile grows on your face as you lean forward to press a kiss against his lips.

“Why are you so far away?” You softly whisper as you press your lips against his once more, pulling back just slightly before he reaches up, his hand tangled in your hair. Pulling you back to press his lips firmly against yours. He pours everything and anything he has into, the last kiss he’ll feel against his lips.

“I have to go” He breaths once he pulls back, his eyes searching your face and he sees it in your eyes, you know what he’s doing

“You did this last time too” You tone sad as you reach up to run your fingers across his cheek, cupping his face “you and I both know you can’t stay away for long”

He adjusts himself, as he pushes you back so that you lie on your back. He hovers over top you before letting his face fall into your chest. He listens to your beating heart. Trying to memorize it as he lets his eyes fall shut. The soft thumping almost puts him to sleep and he would have if the com-link didn’t beep and Todo’s voice fills the small room.

“There is word on the bounty, sir” Todo explains “I’m powering up the ship now”

The silences that follows causes him to shift and your arms wrap around him, holding him in place. It makes his heart swell with both sadness and love. Suddenly he wants to stay even though his mind is telling him he has to finish the job. He can’t bring himself to pull out of your hold. He feels you maneuver yourself so that your legs are now wrapped around his waist.

“Stay just a little longer” you plead, the thickness in your tone tells him you might cry should he leave now and he can’t have that

“Just a little longer” he whispers 

[underrated-appreciation]

Cad Bane with a Kind S/O

Spicy edition! Minors DNI

I dunno how to do the under the cut thing I'm sorry

Cad Bane is 100% a top unless wrestled into submission, which is difficult even for the most skilled of people

He gave two master jedi a run for their credits, after all.

His natural pace is fast and rough, but for you, he's a bit more gentle

At least for the first few times.

Expect biting and marking, those teeth aren't just for show..

He will refrain from breaking the skin unless that's what you want or he forgets in the heat of the moment

He likes having full control, Reverse cowgirl and doggy style are his top two favorites.

Normally prefers to receive but with you, he has no preference. Seeing you squirm because of him or struggle to take him get him off an equal amount

Definitely likes pulling your hair (or pushing your head down if you have none/there isn't enough to grab)

Likes choking on occasion, only really enough to either shut you up or remind you whose in charge

WOULD NOT SHARE, You'd have to ask and it would take some convincing

He's definitely bisexual, idc what anyone says

Would be picky about people and only let a select few join (people he has some semblance of trust in)

Doesn't mind toys, but prefers to use what he's already got. Gives him a power rush and sometimes even an ego boost.

Bane, on very rare occasion, sets up a special surprise like candles or silk

And on these occasions, Bane has gentle (as gentle as he can make himself at least) and tends to provide more aftercare.

He usually does it when he feels he has neglected his partner or been too gruff towards them and wants to remind them he loves them

And he makes it (somewhat) sweet so the message comes across.

Speaking of aftercare, Bane isn't for cuddling afterwards but he might occasionally make exceptions.

Runs his hand down your side as he leans over you, might brush foreheads with you

Or maybe if he's particularly gruff, offer you a drink or a smoke

He feeds off your kindness in order to understand how to be kind back.

Isn't great at it but he's trying

His skills in the sheets make it worth it tbh

Doesn't like to be marked but if your sweet enough, he will let you bruise him every once in a while

Feel Free to Request!