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Been rewatching Rebels recently, and [4x06: 'Flight of the Defender'] made me think about smiling loth cats again... so here's a few of my favorite scenes from that episode.
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Happy 16th birthday to TCW!!
STAR WARS: THE CLONE WARS CAME OUT 16 YEARS AGO!!!
#star wars#sw memes#the clone wars#the clone wars movie#ahsoka tano#anakin skywalker#darth vader#captain rex#commander cody#daily loth cat
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Fox is a dog person while Thorn is a cat person, I don’t make the rules.
#To be clear I just mean I think they PREFER those pets#I am not saying either of them hate dogs or cats#Fox seems like he needs something that loves him unconditionally and wants attention and snuggles#While Thorn is okay if his pet is temperamental or causes chaos on the daily because he thinks it’s funny#Yes this is prompted partly by me giving Thorn a Loth cat in my WIP#the cat is named Pickles and he’s a grouchy dumpster goblin but Thorn loves him anyway#Fox doesn’t really understand but as long as his twin is happy he doesn’t mind the cat#commander fox#commander thorn#star wars#the clone wars#clone trooper#coruscant guard#corrie guard
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September 18, 2024: Tooka/Loth-cat
#tooka cat#loth cat#star wars#watercolor#copic#daily art#i love this#so much#cat#september 2024#sw art
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So tired
So eepy
No writing
No drawing
Just watch shows and go to bed
#aza's trash#sucks cause i wanna do more writing tonight#and i wanna draw my daily loth cat#but i also don't wanna push myself#gotta get some good rest
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My Best Girl
Stepdad!Anakin Skywalker x Femme Reader Oneshot
18+ MDNI
Warnings: domestic violence/abuse, non-con/dub-con, oral sex, emotional abuse, manipulation, gaslighting
Info: this is a graphic and accurate depiction of an instance of domestic abuse/non-con. Read at your own risk.
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“Don't lie to me," he snarled, his hands gripping your wrists tightly. "I saw you."
He leaned in closer, his ice blue eyes boring into yours, filled with pure undiluted jealousy.
"Tell me the truth." Anakin’s fingers dug into your wrists just like your knees dug into the tile of the kitchen floor.
You were sitting at the kitchen counter, having a wonderful little moment to yourself. A big tall glass of blue koolaid, your favorite snack and your comfort cartoon playing quietly on your phone for background noise while you worked diligently on repairing your younger brother Luke’s loth-cat stuffie.
The poor thing had been through the wringer this week; left all alone in the cold dark cubby overnight in his preschool classroom, ran over by Leia’s tricycle, and his undoing was being left unattended in the living room under the watchful eye of your family dog. The horrible shriek that pierced your ears was enough to burst your eardrums, you went rushing, hoping that you didn’t walk into a bloody mess.
Though the tantrum that ensued after his initial shock was more than enough to wish maybe just alittle bit that Leia had just wacked him upside the head with her toy doctor’s kit again.
You’d sworn on your life that his ‘only best friend’ would have his leg reattached and in it’s rightful place under his arm when he woke up tomorrow morning.
So there you sat, sewing his leg back on when your stepfather Anakin returned home from work. Covered in oil and grease from his day at the garage, he walked past the kitchen and gave you a wave and crooked smile. You gladly returned the gesture, your relationship with your stepdad had begun rocky, arguments and mean words exchanged on a daily basis. But now, months later, you’d finally begun to get along.
He was a good man, a good dad; it wasn’t his fault that he had a bit of an anger issue. He worked hard to keep it in check, attending therapy, taking CBD gummies, he even tried meditating.
You’d quickly come to realize that his anger was a front to hide his vulnerabilities. He was a horribly cocky and arrogant person outwardly. But inside, tucked away in a beat up box, was a messily stored collection of vulnerabilities and insecurities.
Anakin thrived on praise and affection, he was happiest when he was eight inches deep in your poor little fucked-out pussy. Bathing in the sounds of your babbled compliments, the sweet lilt of your whiny voice when you begged him for more. His favorite thing? The best compliment? The quickest way to reassure him of his worth? That was the devastatingly wet *shlck* of his cock sliding home between your thighs.
It never failed to astound him. The way your body responded to him, the way you were tucked under his thumb. When he was pounding into you night after night while your mother worked the late shift; that’s when he truly came to life.
You made him feel needed. Wanted. Valued. But most importantly? Worshipped.
There was nothing else like the rush of warm adoration he felt from every little noise your pretty mouth made. It flowed over his tired, work-worn body and soothed all his stress away. He needed it. He craved it. He had to have it.
You.
You were the only thing that mattered.
It would be an understatement to say that he regretted marrying your mother. Every second of every day he hated her more. She wasn’t you. She could never be you.
Divorce, the hours of research on annulments, laws and stipulations, the legality of things. He’d searched through it all. He had the best lawyer in the state on speed-dial. Set on retainer for the moment he saw his opportunity to snatch up his brand new trophy wife.
But it’s not exactly acceptable to divorce your wife of six months to run off with her freshly 18 year old daughter is it? No. But was he going to do it? Absolutely.
You were his good girl.
You were his good girl, til now.
Anakin crouched down in front of you, getting on your level somehow made you feel even smaller. Any other time you would’ve taken the time to admire his freshly washed hair that stuck to his forehead in little swoops, the scent of his cedar soap, his bare chest and that delicious V carved into his lower abdomen.
But instead all you could see was the hard line of his lips, his knitted eyebrows… he was trying so hard to be angry. But you could tell he was just in pain, those big beautiful blue eyes were holding back tears, and you so badly wanted to comfort him, to make him understand.
“Anakin. Please listen.” You pleaded with him, desperate to get him to hear you out.
“Oh? I’ve been listening.” He stood back up and grabbed your hair roughly, tilting your head back to force you into eye contact. “I just don’t believe what I heard.”
“Just look!” You said gesturing at your phone laying on the counter near him, the screen cracked. “Please just look at you’ll see.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of. Seeing what I already know is there.” He scowled.
“Am I not good enough for you?” He hissed, shaking your head by your hair. “Is that it?”
Before you could even answer him he grabbed your jaw and pried your mouth open and shoved two fingers down your throat.
“That’s alright. You don’t deserve me anyway.”
Collecting your saliva on his digits, he removed his fingers and flicked the spit on your face, making you flinch.
“Not even gonna waste my spit on you.” His voice tinged with hurt under the grit of his anger.
Your eyes welled up with tears, never had he spoken to you this way. You never imagined that he was capable of being so mean. Of course he had his issues, you’d argued plenty before you both finally allowed the hands of fate to shove you into each other’s arms. But never like this.
“I come home from work, see you sitting all pretty and patient for me.” He starts, his voice low and dark.
“Then I come back from the shower, ready to hold and love and spoil you just like I do every night. I leaned in to give you a sweet little kiss and what do I see?” You weren’t sure if he wanted an answer, so you stayed silent and waited. Apparently that was the wrong thing to do.
“I asked you a fucking question.” He grumbled. “You were so eager to talk earlier, so fucking talk.”
“You saw me decline a phone call.” You said quietly, trying hard to keep eye contact with him through the blurriness in your vision.
“A phone call from who?” He prodded.
“My friend Tyler.” You answered meekly.
“Exactly.” He released your hair by pushing you backwards, causing you to catch yourself with your elbow right on the granite tile flooring.
Pain shot up your upper arm and wracked your body with a momentary spasm of tension as your brain tried to sort out this new pain. Extended your arm gently you breathed in relief that it wasn’t actually damaged, but you would definitely have a gnarly bruise.
Anakin had turned around, his back to you. One hand on the kitchen counter and the other ruffling his wet hair, shaking off water droplets as he did so.
“Why?” He asked, his tone quieter but no less menacing. “Why would you hang up like that if there wasn’t anything to hide?”
“B-because Ani, I was talking to you!” You tried to explain as you stood up and hesitantly stepped closer to him.
“Don’t.” He barked over his shoulder. “Don’t you fucking touch me.”
“I was- okay.” You said, backing away.
“Anakin I was just trying to focus on you that’s all. You’d just gotten home, I didn’t want to be bothered while I was spending time with you.” Your whisper sounded cracked, broken.
“Why is a boy calling you at 8:00 on a Friday huh?” He spun around quickly and grabbed your arm.
“They’re not a-“ You tried to speak, to explain yourself but he didn’t give you a second breath.
He stole the air from your lungs and the words from your mouth with a resounding *smack* to your cheek. The impact was so forceful that your head felt like it was on swivel and you stumbled back. Too shocked to even cry, too hurt to look at him.
“Were you planning to cheat? Is that what this is?” He scoffed.
“N-no!” You squeaked. “No I wouldn’t! Never!”
He laughed, not in amusement or cynicism, but in a strangled bout of hysteria.
“And I’m supposed to believe that?” His teeth clenched and bared.
“You think someone else would treat you as well as I do? That they’d be able to put up with your attitude?” He laughed again, pointing his finger in your face.
“You’re a fucking brat you know that? There’s not another man in this galaxy who could love you like I do. You’re a spoiled bitch. But you’re my spoiled bitch.”
You flinched at his choice of words. He’d called you a brat plenty of times, sometimes even as a term of endearment. Bitch though? The thought of him calling you that was previously inconceivable.
“You want me to show you how someone else would treat you? How this stupid fucker Tyler would handle you?” He growled, putting a hand on the back of your neck and forcing you to your knees.
“Anakin wait! Just let-“ He shoved your face into the soft flannel of his pajama pants, fisting your hair to hold you in place while he ground his cock across your tear stained cheeks.
“No sweetheart I’m not Anakin right now remember? I’m anyone but me.” He corrected you.
“Take your fucking shirt off. I want to see those pretty tits.” He smirked as he watched you quickly comply. “There. Not so difficult Hmm?”
You shook your head no in agreement with him, hoping to appease him. You had no idea where this was going, but you knew for damn sure that you weren’t gonna like it.
“That’s right.” He said as he gripped your jaw once more, chuckling when you instinctively dropped your mouth open. “That was the last easy thing you’ll be doing tonight.”
“Pull out my cock.” He demanded, the look on his face giving no indication that this was negotiable.
You hesitated, then steeled yourself to comply with his order. His pretty cock, the beautiful thing that made you feel like you were floating amongst the clouds… was standing tall and proud. This was the only time you’d ever been unhappy to see it and you hoped it was the last time too.
“Oh don’t look at me like that.” He grumbled. “This is what you wanted isn’t it? To be a whore? To cheat on me?”
“No! Anakin Tyler isn’t-“ He scoffed and took advantage of your open mouth and forced your head down around his length.
“Fuck.” He mumbled his stomach muscles tightened momentarily before relaxing again.
“Finally some fucking peace and quiet. I’m sick of your whining. I don’t ever want to hear that fuckboy’s name again do you understand me?” He growled, his eyes filled with jealousy painted red with rage.
Anakin started to thrust quick and shallow into your mouth panting while he glared down at you like you were his mortal enemy.
“You like this?” He asked, watching you shake your head no vigorously. “No? Didn’t think you would.”
“Can’t fucking believe this shit.” He moaned, tipping his head back toward the ceiling before letting his chin fall to his chest.
He growled, seeing you drool down the column of your throat. A fire lit behind his eyes and burst into an inferno after only seconds of this brutal punishment.
“Move your tongue.” He commanded, jerking your head to the side when you didn’t do it immediately. “Fuck, that’s better.”
Your tongue lay flat against the under side of his shaft as his cockhead started to bully its way down your throat, in and out in deep ruthless strokes. Tears pricked your eyes and began to fall, this time from discomfort instead of the horrible emotional pain he’d dealt to you.
“What?” He laughed again, looking down at you with a menacing grin that didn’t meet his glassy eyes. “Don’t wanna be a whore anymore do you?”
You shook your head no to the best of your ability and Anakin nodded in agreement, his breath caught in his throat just like his cock was stuck in yours.
“This is how men treat whores.” He said matter of factly. “Like a stupid little fuck toy. Do you want to be a stupid fuck toy?”
“No of course you don’t.” He tsk’d. “You want to be my good girl, my sweet princess.”
You nodded vigorously, choking on his length accidentally from the quick movement.
Your gag reflex kicked in violently, caused by your choking fit as you tried to cough, your body begging for some control to be returned to you. You struggled to breathe as he continued his brutal assault on your throat. But despite the pain, there was an odd thrill running through you, a sick satisfaction knowing you were pleasing him in this way. You should hate him for what he’s doing right now, but it would be a lie if you said you didn’t find it alittle bit hot.
He was unraveling quickly, his hips snapping fast and deep. You heard the familiar change in breathing that happen just moments before he would cum, the cute little high-pitched whimpers that left his beautiful plump lips.
You tapped his thigh, looking up at him with furrowed brows and pleading eyes. Begging him to relent for just moment so you could breathe.
“No, I’m close. You can wait." he growled back, his pace unrelenting, but his voice becoming shaky.
“I don’t understand.” He panted, looking down at you with a pained expression. “Why would you want to be treated this way when I give you all the love in the world? When I love you so much?
“Seeing you hurt like this baby… it hurts me.” He sniffled, on the verge of tears.
“Just think, imagine it sweetheart; what if you went out there tonight and that horrible guy did this to you?” His eyebrows turned up in a deep swoop.
“You know I’m only doing this to help you right baby?” He let out a choked sob as his cock twitched in your mouth.
“I don’t want you to get hurt! I love you!” He cried out, his own tears freely flowing, salty drips hitting your face as he stared down at you with the face of a broken man.
“Promise me you won’t ever make me do this again.” He whispered, lovingly wiping the tears from your eyes. “I can’t stand it.”
“Promise? You won’t ever do it again? Please baby.” He cried, his chest heaving with a sob as his face scrunched up.
“Can’t do that to me, you can’t! I’d die.” He was practically hysterical, seeing him like this was tearing you apart in ways his rough treatment couldn’t. The pain and torture in his voice was a worse punishment.
“I wouldn’t wanna live without you. I wouldn’t.” He sobbed, his thumbs softly caress your cheekbones made you forget all about the way he was brutalizing you. It made you forget the hurtful things he’d said. You weren’t even sure your throat would be sore after this; how could it be worse than having your heart bruised the way Anakin’s must be?
“My sweet girl.” He sniffled. “My poor baby, I’m sorry. So sorry I had to do this. You understood don’t you doll?
You nodded, crying for an entirely different reason now. If you could, you’d be wailing. Pleading with him as you comforted him with kisses and gentle touches, holding him as he cried over your actions. How could you have done this? How could you be so cruel!?
“Good girl baby.” He hiccuped. “Good girl. I love you. Love you so much babydoll, g-gonna hold you n’ make love to you like you deserve.”
His hips stuttered against your mouth, his stomach tense and his hand tightened around your hair.
“My best girl.” He whined. “Do you want my cum? Those horrible bad men wouldn’t give it to you. They wouldn’t know how much you love it.”
You nodded, eyes rolling back in your head. He’s right. They wouldn’t know, how could they know? No one knew you like Anakin did.
“Mmm… yeah? G-goddamn.” He whimpered, pushing your face deep into his groin, your nose pressed firmly into the curly hairs at the base of his cock.
He sobbed, a full loud heart-wrenching sob as he came violently down your throat. You gratefully drank it down, thankful he’d let you have it after all you’d put him through.
Gently he pulled himself from your mouth, wiping his eyes dry as he sniffled. Tucking himself back into his pants before scooping you up into his arms and rocking you against his chest. Then he walked over to the recliner in the living room and sat down with you.
He let you cry it out while showering you with love and affection and beautiful sweet words in his warm honeyed voice. Finally once you’d calmed down he tilted your chin up to face him. Giving you a slow sensual kiss. The kind of kiss that was almost sticky, your lips wanting to stay connected for as long as possible.
“Are you okay sweetheart? Do you need anything?” He whispered against your lips in a pleading tone.
“No.” You shook your head, still taking shaky short gasping breaths. “M’so sorry Ani.”
“Oh baby. No, it’s okay.” He cooed. “You didn’t know. That’s why I had to teach you huh?”
“Uh huh.” You sniffled.
“You understand now don’t you doll? No body could ever love you like I do.” He squeezed you tightly as you agreed.
“That was horrible wasn’t it?” He sighed. “Those other boys… oh princess it would be so much worse you know that?”
“I couldn’t be as mean to you as they could, not even half as bad.” He said softly as if the information were scary to even say outloud.
“R-really?” You squeaked, not even half as bad? You shivered at the thought that if could ever be worse than he’d shown you.
“Yes baby.” He nodded, a sad and solemn expression on his tear streaked face.
“Th-thank you Ani.” You sniffled. Feeling grateful that he wasn’t even capable of what must be such horrendous brutality.
“Oh sweetheart. Don’t thank me,” he whispered, petting your head. “Just hold me and I’ll hold you okay? We both need alittle extra snuggles tonight after that don’t we?”
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Heated ~ pt.26 - The Final Chapter
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Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.
THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake.
Warnings: Smuttttt, happy endings, hope-core
Announcement: We made it y'all.... here's the final epilogue/final chapter. I'm so serious about you guys submitting writing prompts and little messages. Times are tough out here and I need more clone content hehe. So please don't be a stranger, I see all of your messages and I'll be getting around to writing them now that I've finished this hunk of a fic haha.
Enjoy babes and may the force by with you.
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The fire popped and crackled as Crosshair added another log to the roaring hearth.
With the rain pattering outside, and the delicious warmth radiating from the fireplace, you stretched like a loth cat in the pile of exotic furs Hunter and Crosshair had collected over the months here on Zyphor. You twisted and mewled feeling every tight muscle relax as you settled back down in your comfort spot.
With the help of your alphas, you had created a permanent nest in the center of your oversized domicile.
Located just a few minutes outside of the little developing clone village, deep in the uncharted parts of the forest planet, Tech had designed a perfect home for you and your pack.
With one central space for all of your to share with a kitchen, living room, bathroom, and of course your favorite thing on the planet, the huge nest full of luxurious furs absolutely covered in all of your combined scents. The main communal space then broke off into six smaller domiciles, each your own private quarters.
There was even one for Echo when he’d visit from Teth.
Tech made sure everything was planned accordingly in this little settlement.
Wrecker and Hunter had worked tirelessly collecting materials and utilizing the construction droids to build your home relatively quickly. You used collected rainwater to plumb the home, and wood from the forest to keep you warm.
It was lovely.
Growing up on Coruscant, you were thrilled to experience real rain. When the synthetic weather centers had scheduled a rainstorm it was always your favorite, but now you had it everyday. It was calming and peaceful here.
You were over the moons. The boys explained how the rain was also a comfort to them. Thats all they knew in their short youth. To have it now daily pattering against your shelter, you all felt very at home.
Tech even invented a hydro electric water mill to power the settlement. The intricate grid system with back up generators kept you all illuminated and warm.
You still couldn’t believe this was your every day life… Zyphor was a dream.
You even requested a garden and a green house which the boys set up instantly. Of course Tech made sure the internal growing system was immaculate. Creating an extremely viable growing zone for some of the warmer dryer species of fruits.
You had never gardened before and it was entertaining to watch your seedlings mature. Your job on the homestead was to study gardening and farming practices.
You were put in charge of the produce production for your little pack. So far you were killing it. With your background in the sciences, you found it to be quite enjoyable and easy to grasp and pretty methodical.
Snapping back to the present, you studied Crosshair as he used the iron poker to adjust a few logs before carefully placing the new ones on top to feed the flame. You smiled seeing how his lean figure was beginning to fill out more as he was able to eat more and destress. Though, his body seemed to become even more muscular from all the hard manual labor they had been doing.
He looked healthy.
It made your heart flutter.
Crosshair had been assigned to learning how to hunt and track game with Hunter. Their whole lives, they had only been trained to track targets for their missions, but luckily they were able to apply that knowledge and experience to their growing hunting skills.
They were an unstoppable team. With Hunter’s abilities and Crosshair’s sharpshooting, you knew you’d never go hungry.
And that being said, it was discovered that Wrecker is a remarkable cook. Once he stepped into the kitchen the first night to cook up the kill, you all learned he had a natural talent for taste and preparations.
He has managed to keep you all satisfied and filled with yummy dishes night after night. Though he groans about lacking his usual snacks, he does enjoy the fruit you had gathered and even slimmed down a bit too. He looked more fit than you had ever seen, and he even carried a certain glow about him now realizing his passions for food.
Wrecker also was in charge of the shaak ranch. His gentle demeanor was very appealing to the imported animals. He built the corral where the animals resided munching on grass during the day. You even made Wrecker his own sunhat which he wears proudly as he shepherds the animals during the day.
He looked just like a ranch hand… a sexy ranch hand.
That thought stirred something devious and lusty inside you. You sighed happily, allowing your thoughts to drift to Hunter. He too had filled out a bit from de-stressing. Hunter had taken to the three orbak you also keep with the shaak. Those monstrous creatures seemed to like him too as he utilized them for his hunting trips with Crosshair. Their muscular hooves legs seemed to carry the two alphas effortlessly for hours on end.
You giggled when remembering when they were trying to figure out how to ride them the first few times. Crosshair had complained the whole time, nearly getting bucked off while Hunter took to it like a natural. You joked that he could talk to them to Crosshair’s chagrin.
Crosshair has since ceased his complaining and muted it down to an annoyed grunt every time the animal acts on its own accord.
You smiled at the memories.
The you had to stifle your laughter remembering when Rex and the boys brought in a shipment of tip-yip chicks. They were bestowed upon you and put in your charge to take care of and raise for eggs and meat. On one particularly rainy day, one had escaped your coop, and you were forced to chase it down following it all the way to the barn where you had tripped and landed face first in a pile of thick mud with a loud splat.
You could still hear your boys howling with laughter as you sat up wiping your eyes trying to see where that damn bird went.
…Tip Yip had never tasted so good…
You bit your tongue forcing down the giggle.
Then that leaves Tech.
The man had never been so thrilled to be involved in a project in his entire life. Planning an entire village with the details all the way down to the wiring of each domicile had the man busy and mentally stimulated. You loved watching the way the gears were turning in his very brilliant head. Even preparing for weather disasters and all the variables none of you had considered.
It was fascinating to watch.
On the top of his list of completed projects was your packs home, the shaak barn, the orbak stables, your high tech green house and garden, the hydro-electric mill, and then finally the small medical clinic and research lab.
With the help of the boys on Teth, they managed to set up an entire fully operational research facility with everything you could possibly need. Everything was down to your specific requests and that is where you spent most of your time these days…
“I can feel you thinking.” Crosshair closed the metal grate separating you from the blazing fire.
You rolled over to face him, “You know what I’m thinking about.” You burrowed into the plush fur beneath you.
“Research?” He raised an exasperated brow.
“Mhmm.” You smiled sweetly.
“Darling, I appreciate what you’re doing more than you could ever know.” He knelt down next to you running his fingers over your jaw, “But you don’t need to stress. It will happen when it happens. You need to relax and spend more time here with us.” He gestured to the lovely home.
“And on your cock?” You smirked as he laid down beside you, naked as you.
He hummed, “Yes, and other things.” He chuckled into your neck where he kissed his mark on your skin. You shuttered.
“Rex is supposed to be coming today with the last ingredient I need for the serum. I can’t stop thinking about it and running variables in my head.” You sighed nuzzling his neck.
“Then I’m not doing my job correctly.” He pushed you onto your back and used his warm hards to spread your already messy thighs.
He purred seeing the mess he had already made of you. You absolutely dripped with his cum and were still full with it, dripping languidly. He hummed and gathered up the cum that had spilled from you and pushed it back inside of you making you cry out at the sudden intrusion.
You puffy cunt fluttered at the familiar feeling of his long fingers soothing your insides. You clenched around him making him groan as he slowly and deliberately massaged that special spot inside you that made you whine pathetically and sprawl out for him even more, begging him to play with you.
Crosshair was always pleased by this reaction. You could feel the approval through the bond.
He loved making an absolute mess of you especially with the help of his twin. The three of you had something special and you quickly realized they shared a desire to experiment with your body in ways you didn’t even consider.
“The rain is picking up.” He said softly leaning down to press a kiss to your lips.
You turned your head to face the window noticing the droplets coming down harder, “Hunter’s going to be soggy by the time he gets back.”
Crosshair let out a breathy laugh, “I’m sure he’s on his way back. I want you one more time before I’m forced to share you.”
You rolled your eyes playfully knowing he has absolutely no problem sharing, but you got the picture.
You ran your fingers over his tight muscular stomach as he settled down between your legs on his haunches. You felt the heat of his hard cock resting against your leaking opening and felt your mouth water. He leaned forwards, letting out a happy huff before cradling your head and shoulder blades lovingly.
He wanted it soft and sweet… your body warmed.
With a little playful nip on your part, it made him smirk before leaning forwards and breaching your walls with his stiffened cock.
You both let out a content sigh being locked together again. The sensation of becoming one was comforting.
You took solace being under your mates. You knew you were safest in their arms and that feeling never got old.
Crosshair even let a whimper slip out as he slid against your walls feeling your warmth and tightness. The man couldn’t get enough. He’d happy die here just like this, if he got to feel you one last time.
You fiercely clung to him as he made love to you. He pushed inside rhythmically rubbing your scalp and shoulders lovingly with his work hardened fingers. You grabbed at him as the pleasure spiked and you were beginning to feel yourself twitch around him.
You couldn’t help but grasp at his growing hair. With a firm hand, you fisted his silky silver strands at his nape making him hum as you tugged deliciously. He shuddered as you mewled into his skin.
Lost in the essence of Crosshair, you didn’t even hear the front door open.
“So while I’m getting soaked out in the rain, you two are staying nice and comfortable inside?” Hunter’s playful tone made both you and Crosshair stop your love making to look up at the man standing in the door way.
He flopped down a dead nexu the size of tech on the kitchen counter with a wet splat. Hunter shook out his hair like a corellian hound letting the water fly everywhere.
“Just taking care of our girl, vod.” Crosshair continued his lazy thrusts looking up at his older batch-mate, “If you dry off you’re welcome to join us.” His drawl was lust riddled. So much for not wanting to share, you smirked.
Hunter didn’t have to be told twice. He set down firepuncher on the riffle rack by the front door and yanked off his sloshy boots tossing them into the mud room.
You giggled watching him trot and disappear into his quarters leaving a wet sock print trail across the floor.
Crosshair shook his head playfully before resuming your previous activities. His pace picked up and his hand in your hair tugged you back, forcing your chin up where he met your lips with a searing passionate kiss. His hips made a sharp thrust making you cry out into him. His body moved smoothly against yours wringing out the pleasure he so desperately wanted from you, and you melted into his movements, rolling against him in sync meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Fuck, little one.” He broke the kiss to breathe and nip at your ear.
“Cross!” You whined feeling yourself starting to tire with your impending orgasm.
“I can feel you’re close,” He used a hand to help you roll your hips into him, “C’mon omega, cum for me.”
You knew he was using your designation against you. He knew you’d die before wanting to let him down. Thankfully for your alpha, you were right on the crest and his words pushed you right over the edge.
You moaned out a broken cry as you writhed against the furs.
Crosshair smirked before leaning forwards to burry his nose in your neck before spilling inside you with a reserved grunt.
The sniper stilled, keeping himself buried inside your warmth as he felt you start to come down from the aftershocks with little adorable twitches. He sweetly pushed your hair from your face and pressed little kisses to your nose and forehead.
Just then Hunter returned, naked as the day he was decanted.
Even the damp hair made him look fresh out of the tube. You peered over Crosshair to watch him approach, where he knelt down onto the furs and crawled over to the two of you.
Immediately you sensed something different through the bond. His lust was stronger than usual and you could tell by the darkened look in his eyes that he was still coming down from the high of the hunt… you could almost taste his adrenaline on your tongue.
You felt your body begin to react on instinct as you bared your neck and his mark to him. Crosshair sat up to pull out of you making a devious sound as he watched the flood of cum pour out of you. You squirmed at the sudden emptiness wishing for him to have stayed.
You let out a pitiful whine as Hunter practically shoved Crosshair out of the his way before seizing your ankle in his grip and dragged you towards him until you were settled against his lap.
“Don’t break her.” Crosshair recovered and flopped over into the pile of cushions to watch.
You squealed liking the way Hunter man handled you, and reminded you of his superior strength. You continued to bare your neck and arch your back showing him your belly as an offering of submission.
Hunter scented your arousal making him give you a mischievous smirk.
You blushed realizing how obvious the change in your scent was. You sighed, you couldn’t hide anything from the tracker. He had all your scents memorized down to the fine details.
Crosshair flopped over to the side pulling a blanket over his lap and settled into the cushions. They had proven very necessary during the group sessions, and you were more than happy to have such a massive and plush nest to call your own. You looked over at the sniper and bit your lip, you still loved knowing he was always watching you. It made your heart flutter as he gave you a heated smile.
Hunter gained your attention again by pushing both of your knees up to your chest roughly and putting your ruined cum-covered pussy on full display for him. You could feel Crosshair oozing out of you and down the crack of your ass as Hunter pushed your legs further up.
You chewed your bottom lip as he looked at you. He loved you like this. Already lost to the lust, soft and pliant. You were always more bendable after your first round anyways.
Hunter liked to put you in some unique positions now that you all had more time to explore one another. But this time it seemed that he wanted you close.
He wanted the passion that Crosshair had charged the air with.
In an instant, he had you up and bent over at the waist with your face pushed into the furs.
He pressed your spine downwards putting you in a perfect presenting position making you cry out.
You heard him making an approving grunt as he looked at your perfect trembling form before wasting no more time before he surged forwards and breached your opening before sliding all the way flush until he was nudged up against your cervix.
You cried out pushing against him, but he pinned you down firmly.
His thrusts were near animalistic as he rutted into you. Your hands flailed against his thighs trying to find purchase but he didn’t let up. His hands firmly grabbed onto your hips pulling you back onto him like you were nothing more than a toy.
You squealed as he continued to push against your cervix like he was trying to knot you through sheer will.
As you tried to sit up, he shoved you back down again and barked out an order to stay still. You whimpered and willed yourself to relax into his punishing pace as he took you.
Briefly, you heard Crosshair’s dark chuckle from over on the couch as you were forced into submission.
Fuck, you loved when Hunter finally let go of his responsible self and let the inner wolf emerge. Whatever the Kaminoans enhanced him with definitely had a darker wild side. Tech speculated this after the incident on Crait. But now that you’ve had more quality time with the ex-sargent, you knew he had quite the hunter/prey kink.
You saw the way his eyes had dilated when Crosshair had told him about the chase through the woods on Naboo. The way you could feel his insides stirring and his lust for the chase trickle through the bond.
You knew exactly what to do in order to get Hunter to fuck you like an animal, and thats exactly what you wanted.
The arm pinning your shoulders to the floor suddenly lifted and a rough hand was snapped around the back of your neck where he yanked you up and forced you into a deep arch as he brought your ear closer to his mouth.
Your arms scrambled at the air trying to find something to support you on, but Hunter held you in his grasp like a limp tooka.
“M’perfect little’mega.” His words were slurred as he lowly rumbled into your ear. You felt his fangs brush up against your ear and you moaned at the sensation, “Could mate you all over again and breed this little cunt.”
You gasped at his words and brought your arms up and behind you to grapple at his body to support yourself.
“Pump you full till your round with my pups.” He growled making you absolutely vibrate. It didn’t take long for your inner omega to come to life and purr against your alpha.
He hummed in delight, “You like that ‘mega?” He slithered a hand down between your legs to find your clit and start rubbing little circles that made you clench down on him.
You’ve never heard any of them mention pups before. Well aside from Crosshair but that was because of external circumstances.
This was different, you could feel Hunter’s want to breed you through the bond. It was as strong as your connection, and you knew in this moment thats what his inner alpha craved. The man wanted to be a father, he wanted you in a way that comforted your omega and you absolutely melted into him.
You nodded vigorously making him smile wolfishly as he resume his lethal pounding.
You moaned and cried out taking everything Hunter was giving you, before he released your neck and you fell forwards onto your hands as he then lifted and bent one of his legs for support to reach even deeper inside of you. You clenched down around him twitching and fighting against the overstimulation as he kept playing with your clit.
You weakly lifted your head and looked at Crosshair with bleary eyes which he returned with a heady smirk.
Hunter leaned down whispering, “Your next heat, you’re mine… I’m going to fuck a pup into you, little one, just like this.” He thrusted roughly making you yelp.
You felt yourself nearing your orgasm, and suddenly your forearms gave out before you collapsed into the furs and screamed as you came. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head as pure ecstasy overtook your entire body.
That sensation must have traveled through the bond because Hunter came with a loud grunt after you, filling your pussy to the absolute brim. With a small push of his hips, your combined cum oozed out the sides around his cock making him push small little thrusts inside you despite both of your overstimulation.
When Hunter dismounted you, you collapsed into a boneless heap with a deflated huff.
Crosshair tossed a clean towel at his brother and watched as Hunter nudged you over onto your back where he cleaned you up diligently before throwing the used towel somewhere to the side.
“I’m going to start the fresher.” Hunter sounded half delirious as he stood up on wobbly feet before setting his course for the bathroom.
You only had a moment alone before Crosshair was at your side to give you some much needed cuddles.
You could almost feel his mischievous little smile as you blinked your eyes open to look up at him.
“What?” You asked closing your eyes again.
You felt his hand slide over the top of your rib before lightly cupping the side of your breast before squeezing lightly.
“Nothing.”
You heard his smile making you crack an eye open at him suspiciously.
He rolled his eyes playfully, “I felt you through the bond, ad’ika… You want Hunter to breed you.”
You squirmed, “Don’t say it like that.”
He chuckled, “Okay fine, you want Hunter to knock you up?”
You gasped and feigned offense, “Crosshair…”
“He’s starting to give me ideas.” His fingers pinched your nipple making you arch your back before traveling south where he lightly tickled over your belly.
“Stop triggering my instincts.” You fussed and pouted.
His fingers went back to your tit to play with your nipple again, “You like when I trigger your instincts.” He smiled wolfishly.
You huffed letting him continue his onslaught onto your sensitive tits as he bent down to kiss and suck on them making you mewl and press even further into his attentions.
“Personally, I want a girl, mesh’la.” He released your poor nipple and looked up at you with a mischievous glint.
You felt your heart accelerate and your breathing shallow. Crosshair wanted a girl? You had to fight back the giddy grin as you looked up at him. Your mind instantly went to thinking about a little platinum blonde, fiery girl running around and clinging to your mate calling him daddy.
You literally felt your pussy flutter wanting to make that daydream a reality right this minute.
Then your thoughts went to a sweet and pouty brunette with Hunter’s soft eyes. Her dark wavy hair cascading down her shoulders, and that signature cross-arm scowl her father always sports.
You had to take a deep breath and shake your head forcing the inner omega out of your field of thoughts.
His mischievous smile widened realizing that your instincts had been in fact triggered.
You scowled at him and smacked his shoulder making him laugh.
“I told you to stop it!” You smirked pushing him back as you sat up.
“I can’t help it ad’ika.” He purred, “Your eyes get all dilated and cute.”
You huffed.
Hunter returned crawling back into the nest before he bent down to pluck you up into his arms before carrying you into the steaming wash room.
“He plays, but his words are true.” Hunter said lowly as he opened the fresher door sitting you down gently on the warm stone floor.
“You heard all that?” You smirked.
He just tapped his ears making you smile and roll your eyes.
“Is it true?” He asked with hopeful raised brows, “You want pups?”
He couldn’t help the hand that drifted to your belly as you both stood under the stream of hot water.
Your entire body flushed at the touch.
“I-I… u-uhh yeah… yeah I think I do.” You struggled to speak and meet his soft grey brown eyes, “I like that idea.”
Hunter’s face lit up. He smiled brining you into a searing kiss. You moaned leaning into him letting your hands wanter all over his broad shoulders and back.
Hunter broke the kiss to press his forehead against yours before placing a gentle forehead kiss on your skin.
He grabbed the sponge and some soap before lathering you up and beginning his little routine of cleaning you off. You turned obediently leaning against him as he brought the sponge over your front being careful of your tender neck before dragging it down over your love bitten breasts. You bit your tongue as he brushed over your sensitive nipples.
“Of course we’d have to talk to the others. But I’m confident Crosshair is on board.” Hunter drawled nuzzling your neck affectionately.
“How would that even work?” You giggled as he practically tickled your sides with the sponge and he cleaned, “Three of you would have to abstain for probably month in order to line up my fertility cycle.” You mused thinking about all the medical windows you’d have to ensure pregnancy.
“Alright, little miss doctor brain. I can hear you overthinking” Hunter chuckled, “We’ll talk about it and see how everyone feels.”
You turned to face your mate, “Are you planning on knocking me up first, since you’re the oldest?” You poked fun at him.
“Oh, I’m definitely pulling rank in this situation.” He smirked dragging the sponge over your back and ass.
You hummed a laugh letting him finish up his scrubbing routine before turning to wash himself with the clean scented soap.
You sat under the stream of water enjoying the warmth as you watched Hunter finish up his hygiene routine.
Then you both heard a noise enter the bathroom.
“Hurry up!” Crosshair barked turning on the faucet to throw water on his face, “I’m covered in dried cum, and you two are going to use up all the hot water.”
You giggled turning to the ex-sergeant. Hunter just shrugged with a smile before rinsing off the soap and shutting off the fresher.
You opened the door to find Crosshair standing here with his arms crossed as you toweled off with Hunter.
“Finally.” He drawled before stepping inside and resuming the water flow.
“Rex is coming today with more supplies,” You reminded, “I need to go to the lab to finish a few more things before they arrive.”
“Hmm I don’t know mesh’la I think you’re technically still under Crosshair’s charge for the next few hours and it seems to be most imperative that you remain here with us. Right Cross?” Hunter shook out his hair making you squeal as droplets hit your skin.
“Affirmative.” Crosshair replied from inside the fresher.
You crossed your arms, “Guys, I need to finish this if you even want to consider having pups, you know.”
That got them.
Silence.
Hunter sighed and relented, “Fine, but at midnight, you’re mine mesh’la.”
“Yes sir.” You mock saluted before skipping out of the fresher to find your clothes.
Fishing around inside your drawers, you pull out a sweater one of the omegas in the village had knitted for you along with a pair of modified uniform pants.
You pulled the articles of clothing on and made sure to towel dry your hair the best you could knowing Tech would fuss about you catching a cold in the rain.
Then came the holster that Hunter made you swear you’d never leave the house without and the pistol you still had from the GAR days.
Just as you were about to re-enter the living room, Gonky waddled in hooting and hollering about incoming air vessels.
“Friends?” Hunter asked grabbing his blaster.
Gonky honked.
“It’s Rex!” You were elated.
You jogged to the mud room to yank on your boots along with your rain coat and the matching hat from the hook on the wall.
“Do you think Echo is with him?” You wondered out loud.
Hunter meandered into the kitchen tugging at the fresh nexu to start cleaning the meat, “I’m sure mesh’la, Echo wouldn’t miss coming to say hi.”
Your excitement peaked and you practically kicked the door open to skip down the steps to trudge through the mud to get to the base camp.
On your way down the hill, you passed by the shaak barn where Wrecker and Tech were busy assembling the new fence.
“Hi Wrek! Hi Tech!” You hollered and gave them a wave before continuing on down towards the village.
“Darling, aren’t you supposed to be inside with Cross?” Tech squinted through his goggles watching you cross the property.
“Rex is here!” You replied with a smile, “He has the last ingredient for the serum!”
“Okay, but just stay out of the rain you’ll catch a c-“ Tech began but you cut him off.
“I know! I know!” You yelled out as you got further away, “I promise to stay dry!”
You knew Tech wanted to discuss this topic further, blah, blah, blah, you didn’t care. You were excited for so many reasons. For one, you haven’t seen them in weeks, and second, you were receiving the shipment of a recovered serum made by Nala Se. The substance was a vile of microscopic DNA repairing robots who could deliver the serum you created to the clones in mass numbers. This would solve everything. You couldn’t be more elated.
Before you knew it, you heard four sets of footsteps trailing behind you and you knew it was your alphas being diligent with guarding you. You giggled knowing Tech was probably already fussing about ways to keep you out of the rain as he approached.
Once you reached the growing village, you scampered down the steps reaching the center of town where the new space ports were being set up.
With a few other clones, you all gathered waiting to see the ships descend from the cloudy skies.
You felt the presence of your alphas surround you, as Tech wrapped you in a second rain cloak that had a massive hood. You smiled up at him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He was satisfied with this level of rain protection and returned to his post at your side.
“They’re incoming now.” Hunter must have heard the engines.
Before you knew it, two cargo ships pushed through the clouds and descended gracefully down towards the town.
Bolts emerged from his domicile along with his little mate who was a few months pregnant. They waved to you and you waved back as he clearly had almost as much excitement as you.
When the first ship touched down, the loading deck lowered down and more clones excited the vessel. You searched every one of them until you spotted a familiar face.
“Rex!” You sprinted forwards dodging the strangers before you threw yourself at your old captain. He smiled before embracing you.
“Good to see you kid.” He mumbled.,
You squeezed him extra hard, “Where have you been! It’s been weeks!”
A gruff voice replied, “Looking for this.”
You looked up from Rex’s chest before turning to find Wolfee standing there holding a glowing blue vile in his fingers.
“Commander!” You said warmly, allowing him to pull you into a hug too.
You heard a disapproving growl behind you knowing it was one of your boys.
Wolfee chuckled, “They still treating you alright?”
You smiled, “Yes, Wolffe.”
“Good.” He smiled warmly.
“I’m never going to get used to seeing that.” Bolts said walking up and clapping his old commander on the back.
Soon, Stunner and Grim emerged surrounding you like rowdy pups.
“Seeing what?” Grim asked playfully messing with you.
“Commander smiling.” Bolts joked.
Wolffe scowled making Rex chuckle.
“Much better.” Bolts nodded.
“Commander.” Hunter walked up greeting the commander.
“Sergent.” Wolffe politely nodded.
You shook your head, even after everything you all went through these knuckle heads were still butting heads.
“Crosshair.” He nodded to the sniper.
“Wolffe.” Crosshair gave him a nod which only meant one thing from the sniper… a sign of respect.
A nearly impossible exclusive club to be in by the way.
Wolffe handed him the blue vile you’ve been waiting months for.
“I hear tiny!” Echo’s voice came from the ship.
Your pack mate walked down the loading dock making a beeline for you.
“You’re not allowed to leave us anymore.” You whined jumping up to hug him.
“Well someone has to retrieve rare medical specimens around here.” He joked.
You shook your head and shoved him lightly.
He then looked at you more seriously, “I have another surprise for you.”
You quirked a brow, “What?”
You were suddenly taken off your feet in a flurry of pink fluff.
You landed with a thud and looked up to see a squealing familiar face.
“Layla?!”
“Y/N!” She screamed and the two of you rolled around on the floor much to Tech’s chagrin.
“Is that the medic from Coruscant?” Crosshair asked with a scrutinizing look.
Echo nodded.
“Where have you been?” She squeaked and demanded.
“It’s a long story.” You shook your head, “How the hell did you find Rex?”
“Echo found me.” She said, “He still had Fives’ secured line. He pulled me out of Coruscant a week ago.”
You sat up bringing her up with you.
“Hi boys.” She waved at your mates.
They grunted in response.
Then she narrowed her eyes before looking down at you. She straddled you and began sniffing around your face clearly looking for something.
“Layla…” Echo sighed.
He leaned forwards practically nuzzling your neck before he reached a hand inside your sweater collar and yanked the fabric back to see not one but two bite scars. She gasped, “You’re mated?!”
You nodded, “Mhmm.”
She screamed again making Hunter flinch.
“Oh my gods! How long? When? Where?” The she smirked, “Was it good?”
You could have died on the spot. You suddenly felt like you were back in 79’s being grilled about your sex life in front of Hunter in that damn booth.
“Layla!” You whimpered wanting to disappear into the floor with so many of your friends staring back at you.
“It was wasn’t it?” She raised a brow waggling them playfully.
“I like her.” Grim said.
Echo clapped him on the back, “Join the club.”
“Okay, as heart warming as this all is, I want to get my mate out of the cold.” Hunter said bending down to help you up to your feet.
“Well there’s one more thing.” Layla said suddenly getting serious, “We weren’t sure what to do and knew you’d probably be the best chance.”
Your interest was peaked, “What is it?”
Everyone turned to face the ship and down came a few clones pushing what looked like a metal slab towards you.
When you approached it you quickly realized it was a slab of carbonite.
“What?” You whispered dragging your fingers over the cold material.
Upon closer inspection to realized there was a human frozen inside, and not any human, a clone.
“Who is this?” You asked looking up.
Rex then stepped forwards and lowered his eyes, “It’s Kix.”
Your eyes filled with alarm as you looked back at the slab.
Layla continued, “I’m just a nurse, I wasn’t sure what would be the best method for something like this.”
You nodded, “Smart. I can treat him up at the lab. Can someone take him there? I need to do this as soon as possible.”
The two clones continued to push the carbonite slab through the town being guided by Bolts.
“How long are you all staying?” You asked urgently.
“We have supplies to off load which will take a few days, and were working on a new lead with an imperial clone prison were hoping to attack but that intel could take months to verify.” Rex replied.
You nodded, “Good. I’m hoping to have the serum done in the next few days and I want you all here to receive the dose.”
Rex nodded, “I look forward to it.
You gave him a curt smile, “Let me look after Kix and then I’ll let you all know about the cure.”
“Sounds like a plan. Take care of him, kid.”
“You know I will.” You looked to your friend, “I’ll need your help.”
“Of course.” Layla smiled following your lead.
Crosshair handed you the vile before trailing after you towards the lab outside of town.
~
“Alright I’ll need everyone waiting to help me get him into the med pod once he’s thawed out.” You instructed.
Crosshair, Layla, Echo, Tech, and Rex stood around you and the slab of carbonite while the others waited just outside the medical cabin.
You knelt down to start punching in the right code to start the thawing process and stood back up to watch as the shipping slab started to glow an eerie red.
You waited with baited breath as Layla reached over for your hand as you watched the carbonite slowly melt away.
Slowly, Kix’s hand started to flex before the rest of him was revealed. Once the process was complete Layla let go of you to lean forward and help the boys raise their brother up out of the slab and onto the med pod bed.
“H-Hello?” Kix’s worried voice quivered into the air, “I-I can’t see.”
“It’s carbonite sickness. Don’t worry Kix, you’ll be okay in a bit.” You replied softly.
“Tiny?” He asked trying to locate the source of your voice.
You leaned forwards and pressed your wrist to his nose to let him scent you, “Right here, Kix.”
He crinkled his nose, “You smell funny.”
“I’ll explain that when you get your site back. Echo’s here and Rex.” You responded softly.
“And Layla.” She purred.
That got Kix’s attention.
You giggled stepping away from the med pod.
Rex pulled you aside letting the others wrap him in knitted blankets and wool sweaters.
“He seems fine, but do you think the chip was activated?” Rex’s expression was slightly hesitant.
“I think he was already frozen when the order was given. But I’ll remove it as soon as he’s stable for good measure.” You nodded in Kix’s direction.
Rex was satisfied with this.
“How long do you think he’ll take to see again?” The captain asked looking a little frazzled.
You placed a hand on is forearm in a calming gesture, “Just a couple hours. Maybe even faster with your special genetics. He’ll be fine Rex.”
Rex nodded. You couldn’t imagine what the poor captain was going through. His last man.
Well technically no, with Echo being the last domino, but regardless Kix was one of the oldest friend to everyone. You were happy you at least had one member from your first pack left and standing.
Kix was getting comfortable as Layla combed through his hair with her nails and Echo tucked him in with the blankets. Echo knew a thing or two about being on ice. He was handling all of this like a champ which made you proud of your friend. You felt tears welling up in your eyes with all the sudden emotion.
“When will the serum be ready?” Rex asked gaining your attention again.
You quickly wiped away the wetness on your cheek, “Uhh. Any day now. That vile is the last ingredient. I’ll have you all on a natural biological clock before you have to ship out.”
Rex sighed looking at the bundle of 501st curling up with one another comforting Kix.
You looked at your captain, “You’re not leaving?” You felt a spark of hope.
“I-I thought my vision was clear… Save as many of our brother as I can. Then I might consider settling down.”
“You’re human too Rex. And you all are much more than soldiers. I understand wanting to help the others, but you’ve been in this fight longer than most of them. Can’t you let Wolffe and Howzer handle the day to day operations for a little and you can slow down just a bit?” You gestured to Kix, “He’s going to need his captain. He’s waking up in an entirely different world. It’s going to take some adjusting, familiar faces are necessary.” You were trying to give him an out. It was an out he seemed to need.
Processing your words he nodded, “I guess there’s no harm in delaying my departure…”
You squealed and tackled him in the biggest hug you could muster. He grunted before welcoming you into him.
“I promise you’ll like it here.” You said into his armor, “Wrecker can cook up a mean shaak roast, ooo! You can stay with us! I have to find you a sweater!”
He chuckled, “No offense, but I know what you and your mates get up to. I’d rather get some sleep without hearing all that.”
You slapped him playfully.
He smiled.
“I’m still finding you a sweater.” You poked his arm through a gap in the plastoid before returning back to your mates.
Tech turned to look down at you along with his twin.
“I’m going to stay and work on this,” You held up the vile, “I’ll be back at the house later, okay?”
“Dinner.” Crosshair pointed his toothpick at you, “or Hunter will worry.”
“I know…” You nodded before turning to your private research lab.
“Do you need assistance?” Tech asked following behind you closely.
“I’m alright, love. But thank you.” You smiled up at him. He had been paramount in your research helping you bounce ideas off of him when you felt most overwhelmed. You wouldn’t have been able to get this far so quickly without him and his massive brain.
“Im proud of you, cyare.” He cupped your jaw affectionately, “I find myself more and more in love with you every day. You’re brilliant, darling.”
You flustered looking down at his green henley covered chest, “…alpha…”
He closed the distance and tilted your chin up, forcing you to look up at his deep inquisitive eyes, “I should have realized sooner.” He was referring to when you first joined their squad during the war, “I didn’t know you had such a beautiful mind locked away up here.” He tapped your skull, “The GAR could have never appreciated it in its entirely, but we can.”
Your heart stuttered as his words melted your insides.
“I’m incredibly thankful you decided to enlist. I never told you that. While we may not have had a choice in our servitude, you joining us made everyday a little better. Enjoyable even.” Tech rubbed your skin with his thumb.
“Tech…” You sighed leaning into his touch, “I’m so happy I was placed with you. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”
His mouth quirked up into a half smile.
“Go on.” He released you to let you tinker in your lab, “Save our entire population from accelerated aging.” He waved around playfully.
He turned to leave, “If it works out, you could probably sell it on the black market for an exorbitant price and get a second greenhouse.”
That made you laugh.
“Don’t forget dinner!” He called after you leaving you alone.
You nodded and turned to roll up your sweater sleeves and get to work.
You took a deep breath, you could do this.
Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out the blue vile and walked over to the workstation to sit down and pul out your data pad that you plugged into the dna synthesizer machine.
One of the slots popped open and you slipped the blue vile inside before closing the compartment and hearing the machine whirl to life.
You have the internal droid instructions to take a small sample to test and opened up your notes to start documenting your findings.
This process might take a while…
You settled in and began documenting your data.
~
Well it’s certainly past dinner.
Hunter sighed grabbing a big bowl of nexu stew and a spoon, “Hey Wreck can you grab a few blankets and another bowl of soup?”
“Yeah!” He hopped up following the instructions and together they bundled up before taking it outside to the medical lodge.
“Is she pulling an all-nighter again?” Wrecker asked.
“Nope.” Hunter decided.
Wrecker quirked a brow before shaking the expression off and pushing open the lodge door.
Inside, Layla and Echo lay in the medical pod bed, sleeping awkwardly as Kix snuggled between them. Echo was practically bent over the side of the bed while Layla lay upside down with her feet hanging off the side of the cot.
Hunter gestured for Wrecker to cover them in blankets to keep them all warm and he set down the bowl of soup for Kix to eat when he wakes up.
Hunter continued onwards pushing open the glass door to find you slumped over your desk with your face in your data pad dead asleep.
He shook his head with a smile before folding a blanket and wrapping it around your shoulders. He knew you were uncomfortable in that position but he couldn’t bring himself to wake you.
He set the bowl on the desk before flopping down on the lounger on the wall across the lab.
Just as he settled down as well, the giant machine on your desk hissed and beeped causing you to gasp and sit up suddenly.
You blinked rapidly forcing yourself awake unaware of your visitor.
You stood up letting the blanket fall off of you as you leaned over to read the report.
With a bit of eye rubbing and forced concentration, you suddenly shrieked with joy causing the entire lodge to wake up.
“I did it!” You jumped up and down, “I did it!”
Hunter cleared his throat making you spin around to face him a bit shocked at his ability to sneak around still.
“Hunter!” You put. Hand over your heart, “You scared me.”
“You missed dinner.” He smiled sweetly.
“I-oh… sorry.” You looked at the clock seeing it was getting close to midnight.
“It’s alright mesh’la.” He tilted his chin to the beeping machine, “Have you got what you’re looking for?”
Your excitement was evident as you nodded and grabbed your data pad to read the results. It was a success. The machine was able to replicate exactly the recipe Nala Se had created. You were vibrating with excitement.
“I did it, alpha.” You heard the machine putz and pop out a vile of clear liquid. You picked it up inspecting it, “This will cure the rapid aging.”
Hunter looked at you with hope and about five other amazed emotiones.
You chewed your lip as he stood up towering over you.
You set the vile down on the desk knowing exactly what that look meant…
It was his night after all…
~
“I’ll volunteer.” Rex said pragmatically. Ever the leader.
“Me too.” Wolffe nodded.
“Are you certain you wish to be the first?” Tech examined the vials of synthesized serum.
“We aren’t sure what the side effects may be.” You looked back over Nala Se’s notes. There was nothing about side effects listed in her notes so you were a bit hesitant. You weren’t sure if this was going to be painful for them.
Firs thing this morning, they had nearly busted down the lodge door after hearing the news of your success.
“It doesn’t matter.” Rex crossed his arms, “You need to test it on one of us, and we’re here, offering.”
You nodded.
“I just want you to be prepared for the fact that none of us know how this is going to react. It might hurt.” You explained.
“We’ve been through worse.” Wolffe said gruffly.
You sighed, “Okay.”
Just then, the door to the lodge opened and in came Howzer. He looked sharp. Clean shaven, hair washed and damp from the rain, along with his all black civvies.
You had to calm your heart a bit. His presence still made you a little nervous despite your silent understanding. You hadn’t said a word to him since Teth. It was awkward to say the least.
“You need another lab rat?” He asked rolling up his sleeves.
“Captain.” You nodded formally.
He just raised a brow before settling in next to Wolffe. He clearly wasn’t prepared for your formality.
“We don’t know the side effects.” You disclosed.
“Fine with me.” He nodded.
You finally relented with a sigh before turning to grab the vials and loaded one into your injector gun.
“Who’s first?” You asked.
Rex stepped forwards rolling up the sweater he borrowed from Tech.
You sterilized the skin on his arm before pressing the gun forwards and pulling the trigger injecting him with the serum. The man didn’t even flinch or make a sound as the vial emptied.
You pressed a tissue to the wound before emptying out the cartridge before loading in the second.
Wolffe then stepped forwards pulling off his vambrace to reveal the sleeve of his blacks. He yanked the fabric back giving you access to his caramel skin. You cleaned the sight before repeating the action.
Once you got to Howzer, he tugged up the sleeve silently understanding the process.
As you neared him, you could feel his burning gaze upon you.
It was alarming to remember how intense he was. He reminded you of Wolffe in a lot of ways. Younger, but still, the energy was so similar. Howzer was an intense man too. One of the reasons why you had gravitated towards Howzer all those moons ago. He was a good alpha, and a fantastic lover. The memory of his touch made you heat slightly. You prayed your cheeks didn’t redden being this close to him. You noticed the familiar tattoos on his forearm that made you shiver.
You remembered mouthing at that skin in the throws of your heats. The taste of his skin suddenly recollected to the front of your mind.
It was like he knew exactly what you were thinking of and you noticed the sly smirk he tried to disguise on his lip.
You forced yourself to take a breath willing yourself to calm.
His scent was far too familiar, too intimate…
Pressing the gun to his forearm, you swallowed thickly ignoring his piercing gaze. You remained professional until you handed him the tissue to clean the bead of blood.
You heard him inhale deeply trying to catch a glimpse of your scent, but he scrunched his nose clearly not liking the smell. It had been altered after all.
And you knew how much he liked you smelling like him…
You dared to look up at him, and his distaste quickly morphed into a much softer gaze.
“Y/N…” He whispered, but you ignored him.
You turned back to the table to set down the injector and pull off your gloves.
“Okay, everyone stay here so I can observe your vitals. I have to check on Kix.” You said giving them a polite smile before leaving them.
You let out the breath you had been holding before walking over to Kix’s medical pod. He was still sleeping. Poor guy. You were certain his exhaustion was from the carbonite sickness, his body had been through quite the ordeal.
You all still had no idea how he even ended up in that situation but that was for later.
Right now, you needed to scan his vitals again.
Layla heard you enter the room and raised her head from the cot. She must have been folded over the side of the mattress with her arms folded as a pillow for some time now.
“Hey.” She croaked waking up.
“Hey.” You smiled grabbing the scanner on the side table, “Has he woken at all?”
She huffed, “Once last night. But then he conked out again.”
You approached the other side off the bed where you brushed back his hair to tilt his head to the side to place the scanner on his neck.
When the scanner beeped, you looked at the readings, “He’s in perfect health. I’m hoping he wakes up soon.”
Layla hummed before standing to stretch, “I need to wash up and change. Where can I do that?”
“We have a shower here in the clinic, but you’re welcome to go back to our place. Just let one of the boys know. They get a little territorial over the bathroom.”
Layla huffed a laugh before nodding to grab her duffle.
She was walking to the in-clinic bathroom when she suddenly called out for you.
“What?” You shuffled into the main exam room to find Layla scanning Rex.
“I think they’re feeling a bit drowsy.” Layla said helping Rex lay down.
You checked the data pad as Wolffe and Howzer both slumped over. Their readings were all ok.
Layla was right they were just drowsy.
You ordered a few medical droids to keep a constant reading on them as they got comfortable. Layla quickly helped you throw some blankets on them before leaving them all to their little cat nap.
“I got Kix, you get cleaned up and comfortable.” You ordered to Layla who nodded and continued on to the ensuite bathroom.
You took a brief moment to run your fingers carefully over Howzer’s forehead feeling the warmth of his skin. You shuddered as your fingers felt the firmness of his cheekbones and defined jaw. His eyes remained peacefully closed as he slept, and you helped tilt his head back onto the pillow to keep him comfortable.
Your heart ached with fondness for the alpha, at one point you had believed he was the one for you. You couldn’t help but be greedy and lean down to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. With a shudder, you stood back up and pushed his hair from his face.
The clone looked peaceful, no scowl, no stress, and no worries. He looked almost boyish in this state.
You couldn’t help the saddened smile that crept up on your lip. It pained you to know that he was probably still hurt.
You whispered, “I’m sorry Howz… I didn’t think all of this would have gone the way it has. The force works in mysterious ways.” You continued to play with his hair, “You took such good care of me and your men. I’ll never forget my time with you on Ryloth. You’re a good alpha Howz, and a good man.”
You sighed and pulled the hand woven blanket up to his chin, tucking him in and making sure he stays warm.
Then you turned to return back to your work.
~~~
A few hours later, the boys had all come baring gifts of comfort. They fed you, gave you enough time to quickly change and shower while they watched Kix, before you returned to curl up on the lounger Wrecker dragged inside. Tech held you closely, giving you little pets on your head as you rested against his warm beating chest.
Layla also had curled up on another cot the boys dragged in next to Echo as everyone got some much needed rest.
Tech was the only one still awake as he kept dutiful watch from the lounger letting you, his little omega, get some much needed sleep.
On the other side of the room, he heard Kix shift a little in his sleep. Tech pushed back his goggles, before perking up to observe the reg.
Then in an instantaneous flash, Kix sat up ram rod straight, and screaming, “Dooku! It was Dooku!”
Everyone in the room jolted awake violently reaching for their weapons.
Kix screamed and groaned as the lights seemed to agitate him. He tried standing up, but knocked over a med droid, and a few items on the table.
You shot up trying to rush over to him before he destroyed the whole lab.
“Ahh!” He cried out, “Get away!” He punched the droid sending the unit flying into the wall.
“Kix!” You tried to get his attention but he seemed to be manic. He wasn’t hearing you.
“Y/N, be careful.” Tech stood to try and put himself between you and the agitated soldier.
“Kix!” Layla and Echo chimed in raising their hands trying to calm him.
“Brother!” Echo stepped forwards taking the brunt of his hits and forced him into a tight embrace, “Vod!”
“I-I swear I just wanted to help!” Kix whimpered, “I wanted to help Fives!”
Echo suddenly shuddered, “Kix, you’re okay. You’re safe. Look around.”
Kix heaved trying to ground himself. He burrowed into Echo’s front, scenting his familiar brother.
The medic was finally starting to calm down as he blinked rapidly trying to adjust to the lights. He then bristled as a soft hand scratched against his back making him turn to look at Layla who was standing next to him a little moon eyed and startled.
You checked the time seeing it was three past midnight.
The two got him settled back in before you checked his vitals one last time to confirm he was indeed okay.
“Where am I?” He asked looking a bit dazed.
Echo pulled one of the colorful blankets over Kix’s legs.
“You’re on Zyphor. We have a settlement here with just us, and a few clones.” You said.
“W-what happened?” He asked pulling the blanket up.
“It’s been over a year, Kix,” Echo began, “We just found you in carbonite, we were hoping you might be able to fill us in on a few things.”
Kix looked to you, noticing how close Tech was to you and he squinted his eyes suspiciously.
He then looked to his brother, “I-I tried to warn everyone. I tried to tell Skywalker. I confirmed Five’s theory and ran tests on the inhibitor chips inside Tup’s head. But, when I told the long necks… I was suddenly moved to a different location. I remember seeing Dooku, and then it was nothing…” He shook his head trying to put the pieces together.
“I don’t want to distress you any further Kix, but I feel like you should know.” Echo cleaner his throat trying to fight off his own emotions, “But Fives, was killed. Palpatine told him everything, it sent him into a frenzy and then he was killed by the guard.”
Kix’s face morphed into deep sadness, “Fives is dead?”
Echo’s expression fell and he nodded solemnly.
“I didn’t warn Skywalker.” Kix shook his head, “I should have gone straight to him instead of the long necks.”
“They were in on it.” You sighed, “They helped to create the entire war for Palpatine.”
Kix leaned back into the bed looking up at the ceiling, “W-where is everyone else?”
“The Jedi were executed.” Echo filled him in, “And then the entire 501st company went down in a ship crash when they turned on Rex and Soka.”
“Everyone?” Kix was in disbelief.
Echo nodded.
“Kriff.” Kix rubbed at his eyes.
You all remained there in slightly uncomfortable silence as Kix processed everything.
Tech guided you back into his side and you nuzzled into him.
Kix groaned, “And that! Someone explain that!” He gestured to you and Tech, “I thought you were being tailed by Commander Wolffe or the 99 Sergeant! You were practically fucking in the hangar bay last I saw you!”
Tech growled possessively.
“Oh man.” Echo chuckled, “You’ve missed a lot.”
“I wasn’t quick enough to the draw.” Wolffe emerged into the doorway looking tussled from sleep. His famous scowl was only emphasized by his sleepiness and his ruffled hair.
“Neither was I.” Howzer stepped up next to Wolffe rubbing his eyes. You felt your stomach flip. Maker above. Having all these alphas in this space was making you antsy.
Tech was nearly vibrating trying to remain civil as he held a protective grasp on you.
“Captain Howzer?” Kix was disbelief, “I haven’t seen you since you were in my tent on Ryloth.”
Howzer chuckled, “Yeah it’s been a while vod. How ya feeling?”
“Like shit.” Kix laughed.
Layla held up a water cup forcing him to drink something. He looked at her with mesmerized eyes. She smiled sweetly as offered him some more which he gladly gulped down.
Kix swallowed and turned back to you, “Last time I saw you, you had just gone into heat because of Sergeant grumps.” He joked.
You sighed, “Kix, there’s something else-“
“What’s going on in here?” Hunter and Crosshair walked past Wolffe and Howzer giving the both of them a terse look.
Ugh the damn bond. Probably felt Tech fuming through it.
“Tiny, was just explaining to everyone why she’s mated to Tech.” Echo drawled.
Hunter and Crosshair both raised a brow.
“Well, not just myself. But also my batch mates.” Tech replied for clarification.
Crosshair saddled up to your other side sandwiching you between himself and his twin.
You smiled awkwardly at Kix as you watched him go slack jaw.
He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
“H-how is that even possible?” He was trying to recall all his knowledge on the lupine genders and behavior patterns he was forced to study as a cadet.
Wolffe nodded in their direction, “That little omega is a rare variant of our sub-species who can have an unlimited amount of alpha partners. Empire found out, captured her, and my entire garrison, then they imprisoned us in a breeding facility with the sniper, and tried to clone her to create a few army with all of us and our offspring. Rex and the boys came to our rescue. Blew up the base and brought us here.”
Wolffe’s casual tone had Kix absolutely flabbergasted. It was like he was recounting a mission report with his level headedness.
“Who tried to breed you?” Kix was properly enraged.
“The Empire.” You squeaked feeling the heat rising in your face.
“The Empire…” He repeated like that was common knowledge.
“The Chancellor over threw the senate and the republic and created the galactic empire.” Echo explained.
“What. The. Fuck.” Kix shook his head. You were sure he had a million questions swirling around in his head.
“But that doesn’t explain that you’re mated?” He pointed at you again.
“Well that happened during a drug induced haze that made me bite Crosshair which in turn he bit me back.” You replied, “Then the others happened shortly after that.”
“You were in a relationship this whole time?” He was aghast, “I thought you were with Howzer?”
Hunter and Crosshair snarled.
“Well, not really…” You tried to placate your mates, “That didn’t happen until we got stranded on Mimban after the GAR sent us to Kasssyyykk. We crash-landed and all went into heat and rut… obviously you can put together the pieces there. I hadn’t seen Howzer in over eight standard months at that point.”
Howzer nodded in the doorway.
You looked to Echo, “Why am I constantly having to explain my sexual history in front of my former commanding officer?”
Echo laughed as Hunter quirked his head in the direction of the ARC Trooper.
Tech chimed in, “I’d like to point out that I have upheld my banishment of speaking on this topic.”
You have his hand a squeeze and a smile.
“I think you kids need to let those two catch up.” Rex’s groggy voice came from behind Wolffe, “They haven’t seen each other in ages and I’m sure theres some details not everyone needs to hear for the millionth time.”
Rex always had a knack for settling people straight. At this point he was pro, with having to wrangle Fives and Echo all those years.
“Of course Captain.” Layla winked at Rex before sauntering out of the treatment room. Rex watched her leave with a smirk.
Wolffe and Howzer turned to return to their med pods, while your mates stuck around.
“You alright?” Hunter checked in on you.
You nodded, “I can take care of him. You guys get your sleep. Take Echo with you. He needs his real bed.”
Echo grunted in agreement.
“Comm us if you need anything.” Crosshair pressed a kiss to your head before leaving with his brothers.
Hunter and Tech also gave you a kiss before leaving you alone with your longest friend.
You sighed and crossed your arms looking at Kix like he was a cadet all wrapped up in a pink and green blanket.
He patted the bed next to him which you happily trotted over and plopped down next to him.
“So…” He looked down at you, “Did you end up fucking Wolffe?”
“No!” Wolffe yelled from the other room.
You giggled and shoved Kix playfully, “No.”
“So like how does that work?” He snickered, “Do they like run a train on you or something?”
“Oh my gods Kix!” You screeched, you were certain the other men in the room next door heard him, “You’re worse than Echo.”
He giggled, “C’mon I’ve been frozen for over a year, give a guy something good.”
“No they don’t run a train on me.” You were horrified at that verbiage.
“No judgement tiny,” He raise his brows, “The 501st ran trains all the time. Sometimes with more than one omega.”
Now it was your turn to gawk.
“Stop telling her these things!” Rex chastised from the other room.
“Oh please, like you didn’t join!” Kix teased. You heard nothing from the other room, “And I’m sure the Captain and Commander had their own fun too.” Kix continued, “I heard a lot of things about Wolffe’s men back in the day…” He whispered and you shook your head.
You thought you were going to pass out. Absolutely no way, the cheshire style grin that appeared on your face. How absolutely insane. Echo never told you about that…
“Do I want to ask about Echo’s involvement?” You whispered.
“No!” Rex admonished.
You looked at Kix who just replied with a telling smirk.
“Ewugh, bleh.” You shook your head.
“Anyways. Not the first time a clone had shared a woman.” He nudged you, “You look good though. You’re not as scrawny as you used to be. All healthy and glowing and shit.”
“Echo trained me in hand to hand. Then working here on the farm I think has bulked me up a little.” You replied sheepishly.
“Looks good on you, Tiny.”
“Thanks.”
“Okay, so how do you manage all of them?
“We have a schedule.”
He smirked, “Do those schedules ever overlap?”
You bit your lip and nodded. You had a flashback to the day before with Hunter and Crosshair which made you shiver slightly.
He nodded slyly. It made you giggle. It was nice talking to him again. It was like talking with Echo. There was such a natural flow and you had alway felt comfortable with Kix. With him being a medic, he had that special personality about him that made you instantly feel safe in his care.
“… so they do run trains…”
“Kix!” You grabbed a pillow and smacked him with it.
He howled with laughter and let you smack him.
“Hey if you ever want another alpha you know where to look!” Wolffe hollered from the other room.
“We’re pros at trains according to Kix!” Howzer chimed in.
“Shut up!” You yelled back.
You heard Rex groan and shift in his blankets clearly grossed out by this entire conversation.
You sat and chatted with Kix for the remainder of the night filling him in on every life detail and you too listened to him as he wanted all the details that lead up to this very moment. You couldn’t blame him, you’d want the play by play too if you were in his position.
When morning finally comes, you make to excuse yourself to let Kix rest, and when you enter the main treatment room, Howzer gently tugs you side with a gentle hold on your wrist. You flinch slightly realizing he had gripped over Wrecker’s mark making you shudder.
“Sorry.” He withdrew realizing what he had done. Clearly he wasn’t used to that.
“It’s alright.” You rubbed at the mark, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I just wanted to talk.” Howzer said trying to soften his expression as much as possible, “I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to get you alone without your mates around.”
You huffed, “Howzer-“
“I’m not trying to upset you.” He interrupted.
You relented and sat down on the cot next to him.
“I just wanted to tell you that I’m not angry with you.” He began, “Confused? Yes. Shocked? Absolutely…. And jealous… I didn’t know how to react. When I saw you on Teth I thought it was going to be like old times. Like you were still mine. I wondered how the hell you ended up on Teth. I didn’t even know you got reassigned to the 99’s.”
Your body tensed at his words of ownership. It didn’t feel right now that you knew for a fact you belonged to your mates.
“I didn’t know. And I’m sorry for lashing out. You don’t deserve that. You’re a very special woman, and frankly I should have proposed a bond to you back on Ryloth but I was afraid something might happen to me and you’d bear the consequences.”
Your heart raced rapidly hearing those words. A bond with Howzer? You had to take a breath, you hadn’t realized how attached he had been. He had come to you on those particularly difficult nights for comfort, but you always thought you were supposed to remain friends after you both agreed on the terms of your relationship. Well, more like friends with benefits. He was in command of an entire garrison and yourself. You were his working medic while under his command. You knew nothing more could have come of it, but he was a very impressive alpha. A strong one too. You couldn’t blame yourself for having those feelings about the captain.
“I didn’t want anything to happen to you.” He looked at you endearingly, “I’m glad you’re happy. I’m glad they make you happy. While I don’t entirely understand it, I guess it’s not for me to understand. I just want to make sure you’re good.”
He was a damn good alpha. You sighed and looked back at him, “Thank you, Howzer. I didn’t want to upset you either, it was making me so anxious. I never wanted to hurt you and I felt like I had.”
“Not you darling. I was also a little put off by Crosshair after the events with the empire. The empire had interrogated me as well before he came to Ryloth. They wanted to know everything about you. I only told them limited details but I was worried you were in danger. Then the sniper showed up and tore apart the base on his mission to retrieve you.”
“He was heavily under the programming of the inhibitor chips, he also thought I was dead. He was suffering a lot.”
“He thought you were dead?”
“It’s a long story.” You shuddered recounting the emptiness from the severed bond.
“Well that would make sense.” Howzer huffed out a short laugh, “I’d tear apart the base too.”
You smiled taking his hand in yours.
“Are we okay?” You asked sincerely, “I can’t stand thinking you hate me.”
“I could never hate you, little dove.” However ran his thumb over your hand, “But if you ever need a fifth…”
You rolled your eyes playfully before standing up.
“I’ll let you know.” You joked making him smile.
~~~
When the morning light bleed through the curtains and warmed your nose, you blinked your eyes open and stretched like a loth cat, only to be obstructed. You mewled feeling Tech’s heavy arm pinning you to his front. You tried to flip around to face him but he shifted, pushing you nearly under him as he sighed in his sleep.
Deciding there was no point in trying to fight the heavy alpha. You snuggled into him, enjoying his warmth as he nearly suffocated you in his scent.
You were in heaven. The fur pelts of your nest kept you toasty warm as the last of the fire crackled out. You scooted further back pressing as close as possible to your tall alpha. He groaned waking up lightly. His hand brushed up against your front, cupping your breast. You giggled sleepily as he squeezed and massaged you.
“You’re up early, darling.” His raspy voice made you squirm.
“I have a big day, alpha.” You replied rolling over to face him.
His eyes were still closed as he lightly dragged his fingers over your back leisurely. You pressed kisses to his chest and he rumbled happily. You rubbed your cheeks against his skin leaving your scent on him making you purr.
“Oh yeah? What is on your schedule today?” He asked reaching for his goggles.
You kissed further down making him breathe a little faster.
“Well…” Your tone was teasing, “I was thinking…” You dragged your nail down his abs to his muscular thigh you saw his hardened cock twitch at the scrape of your nail, “I was thinking, I would blow my alpha, and then eat some breakfast, and then go to the lab to check in on the serum. Then maybe cure the entire clone population of accelerated aging.” You shrugged playfully.
Tech’s big eyes blinked behind his goggles as he watched you descent to settle between his legs.
“Sound good alpha?” You asked teasing your nails around the base of his cock making him break out in goosebumps.
“Seems like a reasonable plan.” He nodded trying to thrust his hips into your grasp.
You took mercy on him and grasped his hardened cock in your hand and gave him a few slow stokes making him swallow.
While, Tech and Cross are usually pretty dominant with you, in the mornings Tech was particularly softer with you. He usually let you do whatever you wanted which made your insides melt.
You continued to stroke him watching the way he was beginning to pant the longer you stimulated him.
You bit your lip as you swiped the pre come dripping from his flushed tip. Tech sucked in air at the feeling of your hand, but his noises escalated when you leaned down to lick the tip and he bit back a groan.
You smiled mischievously before sticking out your tongue and giving him a long lick from base to tip. Tech trusted upwards making you smile before fulling engulfing him in your mouth. He huffed at the intense warmth surrounding him.
“Darling.” He bit out as his hand instinctually flew to your hair, “Fuck.”
You gently bobbed your head taking him even deeper making Tech squirm on the fur pelts. You applied some more suction as you pushed yourself even deeper. His salty taste made your toes curl. His hand gently massaged your scalp as he softly guided you up and down his length at the speed he needed.
You moaned around his length making him shudder. Kriff he looked so damn good. His entire body flexed and showed off his lean muscles.
Tech’s hips stuttered slightly and you doubled down, massaging his length with your tongue. He let a tiny whimper slip before he twitched and spilled his cum into your throat. You swallowed diligently as he sagged down into the nest trying to catch his breath.
“Mega…” He slurred trying to recover from the orgasm. You smiled and sat back up on your heels before giving his abs one last kiss before standing.
“Where are you going?” He asked pushing his hair back.
“I told you.” You giggled, “I’m going to make some breakfast then head to the clinic.”
“I fear that I would be a bad alpha if I allowed you to leave without repaying the favor.” He said sitting up and coving his lap with a blanket.
You smiled grabbing your robe and pulling it on, “It’s alright alpha, I’m too distracted anyways.”
He relented and relaxed back into the fur.
You skipped into the bathroom to get cleaned up. Turning on the shower water, you stepped inside to scrub down.
~~~
Wrecker and the others were awake and in the kitchen by the time you left the bathroom.
The smell of eggs and meat made your mouth water. You saddled up next to Hunter, sitting in his lap as Wrecker placed your plate in front of you. You thanked him and grabbed your spork to dig in.
Hunter wrapped you in his strong arms and nuzzled his mark on your neck no doubt leaving his scent behind.
Tech finally rose up out of the nest to dress declaring this plans for fence repair today.
Hunter nipped you playfully making you squeal.
By the time you finished your meal, the boys had cleaned up and were starting to get ready for their day. Hunter deposited you on the floor where Crosshair and him fussed about getting you dressed for the weather. The can’t stand the idea of you getting a cold.
They tied your rain hat over your head and pulled your jacket on before giving you a little pat on the ass before following you outside.
They detoured off towards the stables while you continued on the little winding path towards the half buried domicile in the hill. You could see some lights on inside which let you know at least someone was awake this morning.
You were hoping that Kix was back to normal…
The sound of the front door swooshing open momentarily held your attention before you looked up to see one of the most disturbing sights you have ever seen in your short lifespan…
Layla was straddling Kix, while Echo’s pale naked body nestled up behind Layla and all three of them had not an article of clothing in sight.
All three heads of Kix, Layla, and Echo whipped around to look at you as both alpha’s froze mid thrust while Layla balked in the direction in which you stood. Kix’s face was covered in a sheen of sweat and his cheeks were flushed while Layla was trying her best to cover up with the sheets and Echo joust stood there un-phased if not a little annoyed to be interrupted.
You closed your eyes let out a horrified scream and turned on your heel to run out of the lab.
“Wait!” Layla screamed after you but it was no use you kept screaming as you ran back towards the stables.
It wasn’t long before Crosshair and Hunter ran up to you, blasters in hand, looking worried.
“What’s wrong?”
“Are you hurt?”
You shook your head and flung yourself into Hunter’s chest, “I just walked in on Layla, Kix… and Echo.”
There was a moment of silence before you heard Crosshair’s chuckle. Images of Echo’s pale ass flashed into your mind’s eye. You cringed.
“I think you woke up the whole settlement.” Hunter shimmied you both around to see curious heads popping out of their homes.
You giggled, “Whoops.”
Crosshair shrugged, “Didn’t know Echo still had it in him.”
You slapped his arm, “Cross… I’ve been traumatized and you’re joking about it?”
“At least Kix is fine.” He pointed out.
That was true at least.
You wish you could erase the past five minutes from your memory however.
Hunter chuckled, “You’re fine mesh’la. Let’s give them twenty minutes then go back.”
The three of you walked towards the stables where you could at least play with the barn tookas while you waited for them to finish.
What a fucking morning…
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“I don’t want to talk about it.”
The three of them stood anxiously by your lab door like kicked puppies.
You refused to turn around. You couldn’t even look without picturing that.
“It never happened.” You waved them off, “I’m just glad you’re back to normal, Kix.”
“B-But-“ He started but Echo just gestured for him to return back to the other room.
“Trust me. This is the better option.” The Arc trooper tried to console his friend.
You were too busy with your work anyways.
Howzer, Rex and Wolffe all came back normal once they dealt with their quick bit of drowsiness. When they woke up, they felt absolutely fine and have no shown any signs of side effects. When you checked their DNA once again, you saw the alterations and how they were now practically identical to natural born human males. Their accelerated aging had been totally reversed…
The comparison however was remarkable, the ways the Kaminoan’s altered their genetic structures to prevent disease, and recover from injury quicker, amongst other things. It was a scientific marvel. You could stare at their genomes for hours. You wondered how much of that genetic data you could replicate for yourself and others.
You heard another beep go off letting you know the synthesizer was finished with another batch of vials, while your assistant medical droids packaged them up neatly in crates getting them ready for use.
You picked up a single vile looking at it and thinking of what Hunter said earlier. You sighed. It would be nice to just be normal and start a family. You know your alphas would make amazing fathers. Protective, loving, smart, and brave. All the qualities you could want. As you held the blue vile, you decided this one was for Hunter and you slipped it into your pocket.
“Need any help?” Kix returned standing in your doorway awkwardly.
You looked up and raised a brow.
“I feel bad…” he admitted.
You softened your gaze, “It’s alright Kix, if you want to help me start organizing for distribution I’d appreciate it.”
He waddled inside plopping down next to the droids trying to understand the science behind all of this.
“So… how much did you see?” He asked sheepishly.
You grumbled, “Too much.”
“Sorry.” He chewed his lip.
You both locked eyes and stared feeling the awkwardness before you both burst out into hysterical laughter.
“You were literally frozen in carbonite and the first thing you do coming out is have a threesome?!” You were howling with laughter feeling the tears running down your eyes.
“Listen… Listen!” He waves his hands around, “I woke up from the worst situation I’ve ever been in and my dream omega is right there! Give a guy some credit!”
He wiped away tears under his eyes.
“Kix!” You screamed flopping onto your back.
“Ahh!” He tried to calm down, “it wasn’t the first time…”
You looked at him again with owlish eyes, “What?”
“Well after Sarge wiped the floor with you after Crait, we had to bring Layla back to Coruscant… and well… we did it in the med-bay stock room.” He clamped his mouth shut anticipating your reaction.
“No fucking way.” Your brows raised and your jaw dropped, “ She didn’t tell me that!”
“She didn’t tell you what?” Hunter sauntered into the room crossing his arms and raising a playful brow.
“Don’t pretend like you didn’t hear.” You rolled your eyes playfully.
“What’s the fun in that?” He leaned against the entry door.
“Hi Sarge.” Kix nodded in Hunter’s direction.
“Long time no see.” Hunter smirked.
Kix cleared his throat, “I’m feeling a strange urge to yell at you for mating my best friend and little sister, but I’m going to settle for telling you that you better keep those boys in line and take good care of her alright?”
You giggled at Kix’s sudden protectiveness.
Hunter just smiled, “Don’t have to worry about us doc, she’s the one keeping us all in line.”
You rolled your eyes.
Hunter then looked to you, “Wanna grab some chow? Wrek made some shaak roast.”
Your mouth instantly watered, “I want to, but I have all these…” You looked at the cases of synthesized cure.
Kix stood up waving his arms around, “Don’t worry about that. You’ve done enough creating it, Layla and I can distribute it. We're not strangers to injector guns.”
That was true.
“Okay.” You smiled, “Give me three more.”
Kix handed you three more which you stashed in your pocket along with the other vile with your sergeant’s name on it.
You grabbed your injector gun and let Hunter walk you back to the house.
“So, the cure is ready for distribution?” Hunter held the door open for you and let you step inside.
You kicked off your boots with an excited grin, “Yup.”
“I feel like there’s something else…” He raised a brow,”
“Well…” You suddenly got a little shy, “I was thinking… after you’re all cured, I thought we might talk about maybe… trying for a pup?”
Hunter stared at you, trying to catch his breath. You were positive his heart was racing as quickly as yours was. The look of hope and excitement on his face made your insides tingle.
“A-are you sure?” He reached out grabbing your shoulders.
You chewed your lips and stared up into his grey eyes, “Well, now that I have other medics here… I wasn’t exactly looking forwards to making Tech take a crash course in labor an delivery…”
“He would have learned everything you would have needed.” Hunter smiled.
“I know…” You giggled, “But, I wanted to ask you… I can tell you’ve been thinking about it more recently. And I think you’d make an amazing father.”
“I-“ Hunter was at a loss for words, “Really?” His eyes lit up.
“Yeah, Hunter, I do.” You smiled, “I want to ask the other three too when the time is right… not entirely sure how Cross is going to feel about it.”
Hunter grumbled, “Probably wont be all that thrilled.”
“Well he’ll be outnumbered.” You winked at him.
Hunter smiled leaned forwards to press a kiss to your forehead.
“What are you two talking about?” Wrecker stepped out of the kitchen wearing his apron and oven mitts.
“Oh… nothing…” Your sing-song voice made him raise a brow suspiciously.
~ Nine months later ~
“Kix get the FUCK away from my mate!” Crosshair screamed over Wrecker’s shoulder as the giant held him firmly in place despite his wriggling.
“It’s okay, Tiny, just breathe!” Echo looked like he was going to faint from the side of the room. What a sport.
“Fuuuucccck!” You screamed baring down leaning into the urge to push.
“That’s it.” Kix and Layla encouraged from the foot of the bed, “Keep pushing!”
Hunter held your hand while Tech kept a cooling cloth on your forehead as you panted and screamed with every contraction.
“Where are the drugs?!” You demanded.
The medical droid quickly started distributing the pain medications.
“You’re almost there.” Layla said pushing your legs a little further up, “You got this babe.”
You turned to look at Hunter who looked just as woozy as Echo, “I’m going to fucking kill you.”
He cringed with guilt. The poor alpha just gave you his best remorseful eyes as he lovingly held your trembling hand.
Another painful contraction hit and you knew it was go time.
“Move!” You threw everyone off of you.
“What is she doing?!” Echo was distraught watching you roll onto your side, and get back up on your hands and knees in a kneeling position.
“Get her back on her back!” He was about to lose it.
“Relax Echo, it’s a natural response to the birthing instincts.” Tech explained helping hunter to rub your back, “Gravity helps the pup slide out easier.” Tech was clearly fascinated with the entire process. As the clones themselves weren’t born naturally, he had done hours of endless research to prepare for this moment and all the moments after, “She’s just doing what her body is telling her to do.”
Echo covered his mouth anxiously barely able to watch as you bared down gritting your teeth together and let out a primal growl.
“Layla.” You panted. She was at your side instantly, “I can’t do it.” You wavered. The baby should have been here by now, you were certain, “I-I can’t…”
“You can.” She knelt down gettin glower so you could make eye contact. She looked to all of the alphas and gave them a stern look that let them know immediately to back the fuck off.
Hunter and the others retreated giving you space. Including Kix, who was still monitoring vitals from across the room.
“Look at me.” Layla growled.
You looked at her with a dazed expression. You were exhausted. The labor had been going on all night and you barely had a moment to rest in between painful contractions. You just wanted this over and done with.
“I’m tired.” You whimpered.
“I know.” Her tone was stern, “But you and Hunter have wanted this pup for so long… Look at him.”
You looked up seeing his guilty and worried expression before turning back to your friend.
“You’re going to deliver this fucking pup and your alphas are going to take care of you two.” She pointed to Hunter, “Don’t let your alpha down.” You whimpered at that.
Suddenly you were filled with the primal need to please your alpha. The instincts were beginning to override the pain and exhaustion.
Layla nodded her head seeing the change and look of determination in your eyes, “So… we’ll do it together…” You looked at her confused for a second before he stood up, grabbing a loose sheet from the neighboring bed before climbing into yours. He knotted one end and then the other before handing it to you, “Think you can lay on your back for me?”
You nodded before lazily rolling back onto your back. You didn’t necessarily feel like being in this position, but you were trusting Layla.
Luckily the drugs were starting to kick in and you were able to focus on whatever the hell she was cooking up.
You took one end of the knotted sheet and held on as she sat facing you mirroring your straddled position.
“Ready?” She asked.
You nodded.
When she began to pull on the sheet you mimicked her, pulling as hard as you could.
Fuck… you felt something.
She pulled again and you grunted feeling your abdominals begin to contract as you bared down.
“It’s working.” Kix said stepping forwards.
“One more time.” Layla said, “I can see the pup’s head.”
The excitement in the room was palpable. Even Crosshair had calmed down while the others watched in horrified fascination.
You pulled on the sheet once more and felt something like pressure.
“The pup’s head is out. You just have the shoulders, Y/N. C’mon atta girl.” Layla was excited.
You growled again pulling on the sheet before there was more pressure than a rush… Then you were suddenly… empty….
Layla dropped the sheet to catch the pup while Kix tended to you.
Hunter watched with bated breath as anticipatory silence over took the room.
Layla rubbed the pup’s chest slightly before a piercing cry broke the quiet. You audibly sighed in relief as the pup cried out to the world.
“Atta girl.” Echo rushed to your side while Layla cleaned your new born pup.
Hunter remained fixed on the spot unsure of what he was even seeing. It seemed like he was in shock that he was now a father… The tiny little pup was flailing around and Hunter was zeroed in on its little heart beat. Even the scent was a perfect mixture of the two of you.
Layla returned back to you to place the babe on your chest, “It’s a girl.”
“A girl?” You were in disbelief. You clutched the pup. She felt so small you couldn’t believe it.
You snuggled your baby, rubbing your scent into her skin as he cried.
“Hunter.”
Everyone cleared a path for the ex-sergeant to near. He hesitated for just a moment before forcing his legs to carry himself over to you.
He knelt down at your side pressing a kiss to your forehead. You could smell the worry on him still, and the vibration of awe through the bond.
“Our daughter.” You smiled tiredly up at him.
He looked down at you lovingly, absolutely blown away that you had just created this life inside you. He reached out his finger and watched with amazement when she wrapped her little hand around his with a death grip.
He gasped feeling her strength. You smiled watching him scent her.
Suddenly everything was perfect and right in the world, and the twelve hours of labour suddenly didn’t feel so bad watching Hunter hesitantly pick up the little bundle of pup into his big burly arms as he cradled your daughter so perfectly. She was so safe in his protective arms. You could feel the bond forming within your mate already the longer he gazed upon her.
“Awh!” Wrecker wiped a tear away, “I want one…”
You huffed a laugh..
“Well you’re going to have to wait a while,” Tech gave you a knowing look. He was referencing the fact you had all decided to go with age order on this matter.
“Alright, keep your paws off of her… at least 6 weeks before we can clear her.” Kix reminded picking up the cup of cool water to bring to your lips.
“Awh!” Both Wrecker and Crosshair groaned.
Layla shook her head.
“Tiny!” Rex’s voice suddenly cut in as he pushed through the door along with Howzer, Wolffe, Grim, Bolts, Stunner, and pretty much every other clone you’ve come to know, “Is she okay?” Rex demanded. They all stuffed themselves into the room eager to see.
“Yes, Captain, she’s alright.” Kix responded.
Rex nodded before walking over to you where he patted you on the shoulder.
You watched as Hunter fussed over the little one while your other mates grappled for a peek. Even Crosshair seemed smitten. You could feel the icy need to protect her with his life snap into place and you knew your baby girl was in good hands.
“Made a good one, kid.” Rex praised you.
“Thanks Captain.” You chewed an ice chip.
“She’s beautiful.” Wrecked mused.
“It’s a girl?” Rex asked with wide eyes.
“Mhmm.” You smiled, “She has Hunter’s eyes.”
“Watch her have super hearing too.” Kix laughed.
“I didn’t even consider that might be passed down genetically.” You mulled.
“Well someone has an army of uncles to watch over her.” Bolts giggled watching as your daughter stretched a hand up into the sky almost grabbing for her father. Hunter instinctually brought her up to his chest and tucked her into his neck.
“He’s a natural.” You smiled.
“You both are.” Layla replied with a smile. She grabbed onto Kix’s hand as everyone seemed to have their eyes on Hunter.
Yeah you were…
You looked at your family with pure adoration. Your mates never taking their eyes off the precious cargo that Hunter Clutched protectively.
Even when they carried you back home to your nest, they never left you and the baby alone for a second. Everything was perfect.
You were happy, safe, and content.
The war was long behind you and the Empire no longer existed to you all.
You could watch your daughter grow up in peace, surrounded by those who love her.
She’d never know war, violence, and cruelty. You wished the 501st could have been here to get to live this, but you knew you all carried them within you everywhere you went. The refugees on Zyphor honored them everyday by choosing to be happy and free.
And that was all you needed.
You were happy… and free.
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just some thoughts.
Kallus keeps every single item he's ever been given.
For the longest time, that had only been the bo-rifle. Which he lost when his cover was blown.
And then there was the meteorite, another item he kept close to his person because of its daily significance to him. Which is also MIA.
At first, no one really noticed.
When he first joined the rebellion, he had nothing. Which wasn't strange. What was strange was that it stayed that way for a long while. A few unsavory rebels poked, prodded, and speculated that it was the Imperial in him. But he always shook their taunts off, having more important things to attend to.
Sabine was the first to give him a gift. She painted his old imperial chest plate and he keeps it as a decorative piece. He had wanted to get rid of the armor initially, but she talked him out of it. Now he knows why and he can't really bring himself to part with it now that the teen has put her own personal touch on to it.
After four months in the rebellion officially, it had been the first and only item to be in his room.
A few weeks later, he wobbles into his room after a long shift and finds a laser-cut stone statue of a loth cat. It's unquestionably an item left by the rebellions own loth cat, Ezra. Kallus smiles to himself and makes it a center piece on his counter.
One morning he had invited Kanan over for caf... well, more so Kanan offered to bring Kallus some of his favourite to brew. Kallus tried to have them meet somewhere in HQ or perhaps in the ghost, or even in one of the rec rooms. Kanan explained that he wanted something where it could be more quiet, as he had something important to speak about with Kallus. Kallus reluctantly agreed and managed to get a hold of a caf brewer. He realized he made a fatal miscalculation when Kanan showed up and Kallus didn't have a single cup. Kanan had just laughed and said that he had a feeling that was the case. Kanan pulled out a few mugs he had taught himself how to make back on Atollon. He gifted them to Kallus, who uses them frequently. (He has acquired quite a collection over time. At one point, everyone who he considers friends has gifted him at least one mug each, he has a collection of 38 mugs.)
There's been a few more times when Kallus has returned to his room to find random items and nick-nacks from Ezra. His current favourite is one of Pryce's stolen helmets that Ezra had Sabine paint.
Kallus is quite fond of weapon that he helped Wolffe and Gregor steal from am imperial auction. It's beyond repair, but it was from the same line of Canon blasters that helped them win many battles back in the clone wars.
One of Kallus’s favourite Hera gifts is the miniature self-piloting ship that circles the ceiling of his room. She had made it in her down time, one day when she had scrap pieces she was fiddling with while he was working. Eventually, the two fell into a pattern of Hera working on some small project while Kallus read a book that Rex or Cassian usually gifted him. She usually also had him tell her whatever the latest interpersonal spectacles were hot in rumors.
Kallus doesn't question the continously growing number of Imperial rank badges that Chopper likes to keep in Kallus's room and have Kallus help him rearrange into a pattern. Chopper is taking after Sabine, in a light. The droid is very particular about how he wants the badges arranged. It's growing into quite an abstract work.
Rex and AP-5 have both given Kallus a dozen plants. Separately. AP-5 enjoys to talk about his interest in plants for hours during his down time. Kallus listens to every speech about the care that goes into them, the importance of their specific roles in the environment that supports them, and their scientific uses. Rex enjoys telling stories of his past related to each plant he brings Kallus. The soldier attaches the memory of old friends to a plant that reminds him of them. And he told Kallus that something about him just reads as plant caretaker. And Kallus still has no reason to doubt a single hunch from Rex because he has yet to let a single plant that either he or AP-5 has ever brought him die. He's managed to not only keep every single plant alive, but also thriving.
Ths growing number of plants pulled a chuckle from Zeb one day, cracking a joke about how he feels like he stepped into a different type of jungle.
The gifts that Zeb have given Kallus are numerous, all seemingly unrelated, yet distinctly Zeb. Furniture he made from wood he found in Yavin's jungle, gems he snagged from imperial black market auctions that he made into a wind chime, minor items that are fascinating to just hold and fidget with, a weighted blanket that Zeb stitched together himself, jewelry that Zeb said reminded him of Kallus. Quite a few of the gifts were made by hand. A number of others had practical uses to them. And some just given because "I looked at it and thought of you". The day that Zeb gave him a Lasana tunic, Kallus was left at a loss for words. The fabric was the most comfortable texture he had ever held, the colors were soft and gentle. Zeb told Kallus he made himself, every stitch, every color had an intent, a meaning behind them. He tried it on for the other and fell in love with how right it felt to wear, how comfortable it was, and most of all for the soft look in Zeb's eyes when he showed him. The top portion was sleeveless and backless, the cloth collar covering most of his neck and layered over his chest. The waist was contrastingly snug and hugged him fittedly. The pants we loose and airy, before the fabric around the ankles clung to his skin once more. The smile never left either of their faces the whole time.
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Hey babes, can you do a Mando x reader where the reader is a bounty hunter and leaves the ship to complete a mission and is only supposed to be gone a few hours but they’re gone all night and Din starts to panic and the next morning they show up slightly injured sand Din completely loses it and he was so scared then feels guilty? (fluff and angst) (sorry this is long!)
AN | This! It’s everything. Enjoy🥰
Warnings | Mention of injury [blood, bruising, cuts - nothing descriptive]
Pairing | Din x Fem!Reader
Word Count | 2.4k
Masterlist | Din, Main
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"I'm going with you."
"Umm….no?" You looked up at Din and found him in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest as though he had any kind of authority over you. Sitting back on your haunches, you momentarily stopped packing your bag and shook your head, "wait - are you asking me or telling me?"
"Telling you," it was a simple but assertive statement that he clearly wasn't going to expand on. With you a huff, you stood up and walked over to him, stopping just in front of him. He was slightly intimidating but you'd never admit that.
"Well, Djarin, I hate to tell you this, but you are not going with me," you reached up and patted his helmet right where his cheek would be, "I'm going solo."
"It's not safe."
"Nothing we do is safe!" You waved your hand around, gesturing vaguely, "we're bounty hunters."
"I am a bounty hunter," he insisted with a sigh as you rolled your eyes dramatically, "you are an enemy of the new republic."
"I prefer the term pirate," you couldn't help the way the corner of your mouth tugged up in a small smile at his heavy sigh. You'd learned early on that it was a common theme in his daily life, "and, in case you forgot, I'm on the up and up and my charges were cleared. So."
"So," he repeated, almost mocking but lacking any real malice, "you've still got plenty of enemies out there. The government might forget but scorned criminals rarely do."
"You don't think I'm capable of handling myself."
"No," he sighed in exasperation, "no. It's just…dangerous."
"I can handle a little danger, Din Djarin," you insisted softly, annoyed and slightly touched by his concern, "I wasn't the pirate queen for nothing!"
"I don't-" you turned on your heel before he could say anything else to go back to your packing, "why are you being so stubborn?"
"Why are you being so overbearing?" You countered, slipping the last of your supplies and your trusty blaster in your bag. He remained silent and you knew you'd caught him weaving a web he couldn't quite explain, "I'll be okay. Don't worry about me, Din."
He remained silent for a moment and you could practically hear the gears turning in his head. You zipped up the bag and tossed onto your bed. After a few tense moments of silence, he exhaled heavily and gave you one, sharp simple nod, "you'll be back soon."
"A few hours tops," you promised softly, "but you know how these things go. Hostile negotiations and all. I'll do everything in my power to keep it short and sweet."
"Good," he grunted in response, "just watch your mouth. That's always what gets you in trouble."
"It's kind of touching that you care so much," you smiled coquettishly, wishing you could see his expression under the helmet. You just knew that he was probably stammering and blushing, "one might almost think you have feelings, Mandalorian."
"I don't like you like that!" He insisted nervously and you grinned like a loth cat.
"I never said you liked me like that," you teased, "I just said you have feelings, generally speaking. But it's good to know that you definitely don't like me."
And you were beaming as he stood there slowly dying on the inside.
"Just…be careful."
"I will," you smiled softly, "I'll be back before you know it."
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It turned out that you were a liar.
It turned out that Din's feelings ran even deeper than he had anticipated.
Because when you didn't return home by the end of the evening, he was starting to panic. You'd promised it would be a few hours.
A few hours had come and gone. And you weren't back.
Din was going to wear a path into the floor if he kept pacing as he was. Grogu was on the floor, cooing in concern as he watched his father grow increasingly worried.
"I know," Din turned to him and sighed, "I know there's no use worrying."
More babbles reached his ears. He listened to them and nodded in understanding, even if he didn't completely understand what his son was saying. He got the general gist.
"I'm sure she's fine," his hands found his hips as he nodded thoughtfully, "but then she should be back."
There were a few beats of silence before Din threw himself onto the couch. If he was going to stress and worry, he might as well be comfortable, right? Truthfully, he was anything but.
He tried to watch a few holos, skipping between channels every few seconds, his mind light-years away.
"It wouldn't hurt to go and see if I can find her," he wasn't even sure who he was trying to rationalize with. Himself? Who knew at that point. Grogu gurgled at him before waddling over to the couch and climbing on top of it. He clambered slowly into Din's lap and made himself comfortable. He reached up and gently stroked his big green ears before exhaling slowly, "I don't know exactly where but I could just…look around and see?"
Big, inquisitive blinked at him. How was his small, young son going to be the logical one?
"Fine," Din agreed in a haughty tone, "I'll stay here. But if it's much longer I'm going out there to look. But you'll have to stay here."
Grogu's eyes widened as his ears drooped sadly.
"Fine…I'd take you with me."
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At some point with his worrying, Din managed to fall asleep. Granted, it wasn’t a very deep or comfortable sleep; he was half sprawled on the couch, startling with every sound that seemed even remotely out of place. Unfortunately, none of those noises turned out to be you. You, who had managed to worm your way into his heart despite his best efforts; you, that were the bane of his existence and one of the best things in his life.
Eventually he sat up with a heavy sigh, trying his best not to wake Grogu. At least the little one didn’t seem to have any trouble sleeping. Din slowly stood up and started to pace around the kitchen, debating if a fresh caf would soothe his worries or ramp up his anxiety. On second thought, he decided against it, opting instead to straighten everything up. The small home the two of you shared on Nevarro was generally kept tidy but it was something to keep his worried brain occupied.
He got so wrapped into what he was doing that he almost - almost - didn’t hear the telltale creak of the front door. Din froze for a moment before he heard your familiar footsteps start to shuffle into the house. Something was off.
He left the kitchen so fast that he almost ran into you in the hallway, your name rolling off his lips in surprise at the same time as you said his. You laughed nervously as you felt him take you in, mentally counting down the seconds before he realized you were hurt. Not gravely so, but still…you knew DIn and you knew that he’d have a conniption.
“H-hey,” your voice was small and nervous and it was painfully obvious that you were trying to deflect him, “sorry, I’m late. It took a little longer than anticipated.”
“You’re hurt.”
It was even a question, just a simple statement. You shrugged before giving him a noncommittal shrug, “you should see the other guy.”
“I don’t care about the other guy!” his tone took a sharp edge that had your eyes widening in surprise. It was the closest he’d actually gotten to admitting his feelings for you. You blinked a few times before swallowing thickly, “kriff.”
“‘m okay,” you insisted but you could tell that he didn’t believe this for a moment. He was regarding you with intense scrutiny and it made you almost squirm, “Din…please say something.”
“You’re bleeding,” he tried to mask the worry in his voice as he took off his glove and brushed away the blood from the cut on your cheek. You froze at the feeling of his skin on your skin, his touch surprisingly gentle. You’d forgotten all about the knife cuts on your face and shoulder. You had no doubt he could see the blood that had soaked into the fabric of your. He made a small sound of concern and part of you really wanted to jump into his arms and let him hold you, “where else. Show me.”
After a moment of hesitation, you nodded and slowly lifted your top, thankful for the fact that you still had your bra on. Your shoulder was almost done bleeding, but there was a gnarly gash there with the sides already bruising. Your left wrist was sore and bruised, the color radiating into your forearm. You weren’t sure if it was broken or sprained, but you did know it was painful.
Din sucked in his breath before shaking his head. You hated the churning feeling in your stomach; it was an odd combination of joy that he clearly held some modicum of affection for you, and the other part was upset that he was so worried. His hand rested on your cheek for a moment before he brushed his knuckles along your jaw.
“C’mon,” he reached for your hand without waiting for an answer as he gently pulled you to the refresher. You silently sat down on the edge of the tub and watched as he gathered the supplies that you normally used on him. Oh how the tables had turned. He reached you gently before kneeling down, the black T of his visor intently trained on you, “this might hurt a little bit.”
“Okay,” you nodded slightly before closing your eyes, finding yourself leaning into his touch, seeking it out like an animal seeking out the sun’s kiss. You couldn’t hold back the hiss that escaped your lips at the contact of the alcohol he was using to clean your wounds.
“I know,” he cooed softly, his voice so low and gentle. You bit the inside of your cheek as he tended to your wounds, but you knew that the pain and discomfort was written all over your face, “I know, cyar’ika. You’re doing so well.”
Your heart leapt with affection at his gentle words and touch. You’d known that deep down he was a soft-hearted and kind man but having him display his affections so openly was an entirely different thing.
It didn’t take the Mandalorian very long to take care of your wounds; years of practice on himself had taught him a thing or two. He just hated the idea that it was happening to you instead of him. He should have gone with you…he shouldn’t have taken no for an answer.
When he was done, he patted your knee gently and slowly straightened back up. You looked up at him with a soft smile, “thank you, Din.”
“The cuts will heal just fine,” he held out his hand to help you up. You tried, unsuccessfully, to ignore the butterflies in your stomach, “your wrist is sprained. It’s not broken. But you’ll have to take it easy with that hand.”
“Okay,” you felt so small next to him, sheerly from his height and the bulk of his armor. You swallowed thickly, “guess I should have let you come after all.”
“Hmmm,” he hummed quietly, neither agreeing or disagreeing with you, “who did this?”
“I don’t know,” you admittedly honestly, “it was some man, I didn’t get a good look at him. He caught me when I was running out.”
“I’ll go back and find him-”
“But I got what we were looking for,” you reached into your pocket and pulled out the stolen pieces of kyber crystal you had retrieved, “now it can go back to the rightful owner.”
He nodded, taking one of the pieces and admiring it with curiosity. But, like always, his attention shifted back to you, “I’m coming with you next time.”
“I expected nothing less,” you laughed softly, the sound going straight to his heart. It was like every little thing you did had become something he loved, a small piece of his soul.
The two of you remained silent for a few moments, a shift rifting through the air. Din’s hands found your face as he gently cradled it, studying you intently. Your face felt like it was on fire, and you wanted nothing more than to be able to kiss him. But you couldn’t - wouldn’t - do anything without his permission.
He brushed his thumb along your bottom lip, causing every fiber of your being to hum in content.
“Din…” you almost whispered his name and caused gooseflesh to burst all over his skin. It would be so easy for him just to lift up the helmet enough to kiss you. It would be so easy and simple, and he yearned and ached for it.
“Cyar’ika,” his breathing was stunted and he was so close to doing it, to doing what he’d been dying to do since he realized he’d fallen in love with you. He reached up and started to push the helmet but you grabbed onto his wrist and stopped him.
“No,” you whispered, surprising both of you. Despite how much you wanted this, you didn’t want him to do anything just because of the intimate moment, “not like this.”
He seemed to know what you meant and he dropped his hand, but nothing before lacing your fingers through his and gently squeezing it.
Before either of you could say anything else, a soft, gentle babbling caused both of you to look towards the doorway. Grogu was there, happily looking between the two of you. You and DIn took a step apart, and he cleared his throat.
Grogu padded his way over and plopped down in between the two of you. You’d never been more thankful - or annoyed - for his interruption.
You met DIn’s gaze and offered him a small smile.
You knew he was returning it under the helmet.
It held a small promise of soon.
#din djarin#din djarin x you#din djarin x reader#din djarin x fem!reader#din djarin imagine#din djarin one shot#pedro pascal#the mandalorian
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I just LOVE how all these times, being a Sabine and Ezra shipper, I would imagine this fluff stuff of Sabine wearing his clothes daily because... have you ever borrowed a male clothing before??? Like any??? THEY ARE SO COMFORTABLE
And ofc, to give it some sniffs too because THE SCENT OF THE PERSON YOU stole it BORROWED FROM IS THERE, and you will genuinely feel so close to them. And this isn't strictly related to lovers, no, it can be anyone who you have a strong bond and relationship. I've had my best friends (male, female, nb, all my closest ones) clothes and when I'd miss them too much, I'd give their clothes hugs and sniffs, but I won't lie that this surely happens waaaay more and more frequently with my boyfriend.
And yes, I made THOUSANDS of unfinished fics (promise I'll post them here or on Ao3 someday) where Sabine will walk around with his shirts, pants, jackets and everything she can while he is still around to tease her bc of it and ESPECIALLY since he went missing, where she is just using to feel more close to him now that he is gone and guess what???
Tell me this isn't one of his long sleeve shirts! It's TOTALLY HIS! I mean, why wouldn't it be??? She is living in HIS OLD HOME, his refuge and shelter during all the worst times of his life, his safe place to meditate and be alone with his self, with the memory of their parents who used to fight against the empire using the communication tower, the area he keeps his helmet collection, sleeps in, keep valuable things from his past, a place so meaningful to him and SHE IS LIVING THERE LIKE HE LEFT IT FOR HERE TO DECLARE HER OWN, GUYS SHE MADE IT HER OWN HOME!
She lives in his home, has his saber, painting a huge wall in memory of him so she could STROKE GENTLY HIS CHEEKS (yeah don't say that during the epilog was the first time she ever done that, I won't buy it) and also spent 10 years taking care of everything he loved and gave his life to protect, his planet and people, like SHE WAS ONE OF THEM! Like they almost meant to her as much as it meant for him. Also, should I keep going and say that her pass time is to turn on the holocron to re-watch his message with the white loth-cat she just adopted??? The one creature that was the most connected to this man????
She for sure is wearing his clothes. She seems to be wanting to be a part of him, just like when she painted a Loth-Cat, the white Loth-Cat on the core of her phoenix symbol. It's like what @jessicas-pi said about the mandalorian's marriage vows, like she want her and him to be one, together or apart, one.
And I am so happy because I've been imagining this happening in my headcanons since the end of the series, listening to the song Hoodie, and now this song and this gift, man, they give me life. I need to see them reunite as much as I need food to survive.
And if they won't turn out as a romantic couple like a lot of people want, I'll be sad but conformed with platonic because in my head they will always be canon, they will always be the best f*cking duo and partners I ever seem. Their connection is stronger than a kiss in screen, and although I'd live and love to see that, they don't need it. They never needed to be so linked with each other, to be so in sync. They do love each other in a way that maybe we can't even label or describe, and that's for sure.
They may never be romantic, but they surely are one, together or apart, they are one! 💙🧡💜🤍
#ezra bridger#sabine wren#star wars rebels#ahsoka show#sabezra#ezrabine#the best duo#the best partners on the galaxy#their connection is unbelievable#they have something in their relationship that no one will ever take from them#they are one#they are one and the same#together or apart#they will always be one#Spotify#hoodie#hoodie hey violet#hey violet
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2024 in Numbers
In 2023, I planned to write one fic each month. I ended up writing 11 fics, in 2024 and I certainly didn't adhere to any schedule. In total, I wrote 520,153 words in 2024.
Now, the actually interesting thing is that I wrote down the number of kudos on each fic on Sunday (the time varied, but this has a negligible impact). I figured the number of kudos was at least a passable variable for number of different people who reached the end of the first chapter. I'll present the whole thing first:
General Trends:
With comments, I receive comments on a fic within the first two days of a new chapter. When a fic I completed, I will receive comments within the first week. The kudos show a similar trend.
It's near-logarithmic; sharp initial increase that levels out.
There are a few additional rules, which I explain under update frequency.
Omegaverse Fics:
all omegaverse fics are in color:
I already suspected this, but Omegaverse fics perform well. They also have a rather similar slope, despite one being kylux rather than obikin.
Fic Length:
I separate the data in three categories
1-50k fics (blue)
50-70k fics (orange)
70k+ fics (black)
The problem is that a lot of the more recently published fics haven't leveled out yet. Additionally, there's a very good reason for DISLOYAL's numbers, which I'll explain in the next bit.
I don't see a difference between the categories despite feeling that shorter fics generally performed better.
Update Schedule:
Another interesting factor is the update schedule I used. There were four flavors last year:
weekly updates (blue)
Daily updates (orange)
Irregular updates with several chapters posted at once (yellow)
Entire fic in one go (black)
Posting the fic in one go doesn't result in much engagement. Probably because the whole fic is already available. I noticed this already. Weekly updates don't do too well either, though this is the least stressful for me. I already suspected this, too.
It seems releasing several chapters at once or a daily release schedule works best. However, a daily update schedule is extremely stressful. I wanted to step away from it in 2025, but I'll have to reevaluate this decision, it seems.
The Outliers
The good: Speak no Evil: Most kudos. Picking Up Strays: Sharpest increase in kudos, which I didn't notice until I started looking at the data.
The bad: DISLOYAL: posted as a full fic. AUGURY: posted anonymously for a fest. Possibly has a terrible synopsis. In Your Dreams!: I don't know, actually. Either badly written or didn't appeal.
Conclusions:
I will reconsider the update schedule for 2025. My previous poll gave inconclusive results (a 50/50 split) on this matter. I would prefer something less intense than daily updates, but if that's what readers prefer, then I'll shift to daily updates.
More kylux and more omegaverse fics (I was already hoping for this one, so I'm adding this despite the weak evidence that people want this) in 2025.
There's nothing that indicates there's a preference for a particular fic length, so I'll just continue to do my thing there. I really believed people preferred shorter fics based on the comments, but I assume that's only because people don't comment as much on later chapters?
I'll probably continue to record this number because it's interesting to see how it changes over time, and it's little effort.
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Some Bad-Batchery compiled from the Holonet in honor of S3 coming soon!!!
#star wars#daily loth cat#the bad batch#star wars the bad batch#tbb#tbb echo#tbb crosshair#clone force 99#tbb tech#tbb hunter#tbb wrecker#bad batch#tbb omega#animated star wars#gif#star wars gifs#the bad batch gifs
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Rebels week in ToppsSWCT
it's rebels week in the Topps Star Wars Trader app. UPDATE: new Rebels box set and event dropped. New set includes base set, heroes villain sub set, like the Rex one, and posters. Plus an event to earn Aurebesh posters.
The workbench card is Hera and Chopper. (collect rare versions of each of 6 days daily card and trade them in for workbench. Means you'll need two of each to keep a set) Sunday's Card is the Ghost over Lothal.
Monday's Hero card is Kanan Jarrus.
Tuesday's Droid is AP-5.
Wednesday Featured Creature is Convor (Trandoshan birds) One of these showed up sometimes around Ahsoka.
Thursday is vote for favorite light saber. The lightsaber vote is Darksaber or Ahsoka.
Friday - Villain _ Governor Pryce
UPDATE: This month's Curated Contest theme is Rebels. This is a challenge where users make a themed collection of 2-20 of their cards. Winners get some in game diamonds.
Plus later this week they're dropping a Rebels box set.
Related to Rebels week, the blog @weekly-star-wars-prompts is running a poll on favorite start wars animal. Loth cats and Tooka are in the final bracket.
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Writing fanfiction is kinda like:
Brain: gotta make this accurate and keep the characters voice from the shows
Also brain: Commander Fox is a tired mom/dad figure who OD's daily on caf and you can't tell me his whole squad including Thorne dont buy him loth cat trinkets every year.
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#ezra bridger#kanan jarrus#kanan and ezra#star wars rebels#swrcaps#rebels screencaps#sw rebels#master and padawan#daily screencaps#loth cat#theme: the force
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I've started doing some daily loth cat doodles. They're just little guys, no detail and minimal effort needed. I think y'all should get to see them
Day 1
Day 2
#my art#cherry pop is esprit's tooka post o66#she's a sweetie#and absolutely adorable and i just love her colour scheme so much#stay tuned for more daily tookas
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