#i am watching the vod and you can both see and hear him smile

[genevawrenn]

I'm back because q!Fit is hurting my soul again.

He went from a mission and no one to having a son, a boyfriend who adores affectionately tormenting him, and several other islanders who would fight at his side if he needed help.

This man comes from a land where trusting someone could equal your death and the loss of all your hard-earned progress to a place they need one another to survive.

And those walls dropped quickly when it became outside evils intending to murder their children, needing to band together to even survive Quesadilla Island.

Assigned a child and learning to love him, Ramon was the first being to break the anarchist's shell. Allowing the smallest amount of light through to a long shaded heart, feeling the warmth of the tiniest pinprick of brightness that began to melt the ice formed around the organ covered in ancient wounds.

Protecting any youth even if they weren't your own, he found kinship in the eyes of a paranoid old blonde crow. He found reassurance and patience in the form of a beautiful man with nightsky hair who enchanted him slowly, waiting all the time he needed. He found whimsy following a sun-kissed brunette sprint through the server intent on building his factory who made him laugh with his antics.

Many, many more friends, far too many to even name which is something Fit never thought would happen.

He found people who cared, and asked nothing in return.

He found love. He found a family.

From a place of nothing; not even peaceful butterflies or shining fireflies among the lava casts and destroyed landscapes. The only insects were things that fed on decay and could blend into their surroundings all others far too easy a target and having died out long ago.

On this wonderful, healing new land Fit had found a harmony he never felt before. He found people who wanted to celebrate his birthday and shower him with gifts, begging him to let them protect him too.

He found a place he belonged and was missed in his absence. He found a place where his legacy wouldn't be reduced to a single line on the communicator if anything happened. People here made their chest warm with joy instead of dread, his soul so full of amazing memories in only eleven moons.

He found people who cared. And he's going to fight like fucking hell to keep them but now with the people he loves most at his side, refusing to leave him ever again.

[echoedcrosshairs]

Foxglove ~ Commander Fox x F reader (part 6)

According the language of flowers Foxglove symbolizes riddles, conundrums and secrets along with ambition and creativity.

Summary: A small fancy caff shops pops up in the senate building. Commander Fox is not amused. Fox tries to be the bigger man to let you be, but after hearing about the breakup and his closes Vod trying to go after you; he most definitely can’t help but protect you.

Slow burn, enemies? to lovers, Commander Fox x reader,

Warnings: Angst, Smut, oral (f receiving), smut, cannon violence and talks of cannon related violence.

Part 5 Part 7 (wip)

Masterlist

I really just want to sleep, you quietly groaned hearing the door slid open. Flicking one eye open you found Kix bringing in a glass of water and a bowl of oatmeal. He saw you still in his shirt, giving you a small smile as he set the food in front of you, "How did you sleep?"

"Had a little trouble going to sleep," you admitted omitting the part it took Fox's face between your face to make you go to sleep.

"I would have assumed the opposite, although with the stress, mild guilt and having two strangers in your front room could do that."

"Yeah, are we going to talk?" you whispered, hissing when the door slide open finding Fives walking in.

"Can't take them anymore," he groaned sitting on the floor infront of the closet, "I rather fight a gundark armorless in the snow."

"Their just so upbeat and happy," Kix said drily filling in the gap, motioning for you to scoot over taking the nourishments setting them on the nightstand, "As clones we never truly have anything we can call our own, we are different people but we are the same person so we tend to share everything."

"Echo and I shared ladies all the time," Fives interjected wiggling his eyebrows.

"Butt out," Kix told him, "As I was going to say, that being said. I can't technically be mad, as a doctor I am aware of physical attraction and how it differs even when people nearly look identical. To be mad at you is to be mad at biology. However I can be mad at him, I'm sorry for that; that wasn't fair to you. You did also fall asleep in my shirt and woke up in it," his voice fluctuated between flat to aggressive to leering as his fingers played with the hem of the shirt around your neck.

"I thought they weren't suppose to know," you said tilting your head to Fives.

"I was referring to Bacara and Neyo, along with everyone else. Fives knew something was different the moment you stopped out of the his office."

"I'm the only one who can keep my mouth shut," he added.

"Bantha crap what time is it?" you said looking at the clock that Kix was intentionally blocking.

"You have 15 minutes before you get ready for work, so until then," Kix wiggled down pulling you to him, "How was it?"

"Kix-"

"I told you it was hot, so spill."

Fire bloomed across your face at his interest, "The best really," you awkward said turning your face away from both of them, the blush spreading to your ear as he gently started petting your cheek pulling you closer to his chest letting his finger trace your spine confirming the fact that you did have a reaction it wasn't as strong. Fives mumbled something about a warning if he needed to close his eyes. You buried your face in Kix's chest hearing him snap him to go back to the front room and reluctantly doing so. Fives walked out finding Fox staring at him and then at the two of you, Fives smirked at him before rummaging around in the kitchen for a snack while getting berated from Neyo about searching a civilians domicile. Fives' remark was curt that they all just broke regulations spending the night there which punctually shut him up. Fox's grip on his knee tightened, I can't lose it again not in front of them. Breath Commander. Finally he realized after watching you both leave the room, Kix joining him in the front room you heading off the refresher.

"Well we have to get back to base, we'll be seeing you commander," Neyo said pointedly slipping his helmet on, Bacara following closely behind him also giving a pointed look before passing through the door.

"You were so jealous," Fives snickered the moment the door closed behind them.

Fox snarled at him to shut up returning his attention back to the holo playing, "Stop staring," he glowered at Kix.

"Not going to join her in the shower?" he poked, "No," Fox gave the quick reply, "Suit yourself." Kix stood in the door way of the refresher keeping his eyes modestly on the floor, "Shower's a little warm," he noted both of the steam and that you jumped.

"You could have coughed," you said taking a few deep breaths.

"Just wanted to see if you got flustered."

"Of course I am," you defended, remember how you invited him to shower with you when he got back feeling another pang of guilt.

"Don't worry I'm not joining their isn't enough time," he said as if he was reading your mind, "and not when he's here," Kix added handing you the towel keeping his eyes focused on the ceiling.

You wrapped the towel around yourself, "Better?"  you said rolling your eyes finding him finally looking at you with a sly nod. Shaking your head you walked out of the bathroom finding Fox's eye glued to you as you walked back into your bedroom catching the tiny movement of him putting his helmet on. Disappearing back into your room your quickly through on loose fitting pants and a top because wearing that apron it didn't really matter what was worn. Kix and Fox were bickering of course when you stepped back out finding Fives cackling while trying to compose himself, severely failing. You folded your arms over your chest glaring at both of them, "What happened."

"Kix keeps on purposely making him jealous and he keeps reacting to it," Fives said in broken syllables, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye, "Seriously guys, put a wrapper on it and stick it. We have to get the lady to work," Fives managed to get out the innuendo holding it together for the most part.

"He didn't use one," Kix said flatly grabbing his bucket off the table, getting smacked from Fives.

"You seriously let him raw? Vod.." Fives said disappointedly ignoring your redden expression.

"I'm clean," Fox defended.

"You've had sex on the counter of 79's," Fives snorted.

"He is," Kix answered, "I tested him in the hall."

You deadpanned, "You planned it?"

"It's not like you didn't enjoy me," Fox replied flatly.

"Unbelievable," you said tossing your arms up leaving them in the dust as you marched towards the train purposefully sitting upfront trying to have space to mellow out before the start of your shift. In with the peace out with the annoyance, you kept repeating the mantra to yourself with every breath but it didn't help because you were still fuming when you arrived. Silently feeling them tailing you. Practically a storm cloud walking into the building, everyone darted out of your thunderous path. Thankfully today no one crowded the door although there were some troopers waiting, you quickly opened the door and closed it behind you. They made the mistake of following you in.

"Get the fark out," you hissed visually sending them daggers, "Yes me screwing Fox was wrong, but I'm not just toy to hand back and forth," you glared directly at Kix, "Just. Get out," you sighed returning your attention to the coffee in front of you.

Kix tried walking forward but Fives pulled him back shaking his head, "Let her cool down, let's go train."

Fox didn't head the warning he opened to the days holo news, sitting at the table closes to the door. He heard, "That mean's you too!" but he didn't react he just sat there reading until he saw you approach the table with a cup setting it in front of him. "Thank you," he said noticing it was full of caf, he looked up to see the scowl on your face faltered for a moment at his manners.

"Explain yourselves," you said flooding your arms over your chest, I want to know just so maybe the anger will calm down.

"We have chemistry. He wanted to know how much chemistry," Fox took his helmet off, sipping the caf waiting for the snarky reply that had to be forming on your tongue. "We don't have chemistry-" before you finished the sentence Fox shot up one hand on your throat and his lips barely hovering in front of yours. "You're pulse, eye dilation at my proximity and change in breathing say other wise," he pointed out smirked looking down into your wide eyes at the boldness. Gently he pressed his lips into yours releasing his hand after feeling another spike in your heart rate and his cock stirring, "Point made," he said sitting back down to hide the growing discomfort, feeling the warm tingle on his lips from the softness of yours. He let his similar lustful expression gaze into yours, his hand going to his combed back hair gently brushing it back noticing you still weren't convinced.

You don't know what irritated you more, the fact he was right or that he had been so forward about it especially here of all places. Watching him cock his head back towards the tiniest window known to man on the door then back at you an arched his eyebrow. You watched him stand up noticing the very prominent caged erection as he guided you behind the counter where no one could see. The tension coiling your body causing warmth to spread like steeping into a hot bath after a cold day. His hands on either side of you locking you in place, the thought of him having you right here caused a warm gush to course through you. Your cheek flush, embarrassed about the reaction to him.

"Believe me now?" Fox leaned in whispering in your ear, "Or do you need more convincing," he added letting his hand trail closer to your waist.

"Someone is bound to walk in," you stammered out as his fingers traced the curve of your hip.

"No one would dare knowing I'm in here," he amused with a smile that exposed his canines, "All you have to say is that you believe me" he said letting finger trail the top of your pants waiting.

"Kix..." you reminded as if his fingers were on fire came off. You watched his hand pat again the counter in contemplation before pulling back.

"Thanks for the reminder," he said walking back towards the table grabbing his bucket leaving. Fox's jaw hurt from how hard he was keeping it shut and his self restraint in order. Getting back to his office seemingly un-noticed he pressed the button to silence him from the world as he took care of himself letting his anger pound him into bliss. Slumping back in his chair he stared at the white mess that coated his glove. He pulled his desk door open finding his pack of wipes for pta baths for days when he practically lived in his office. He groaned noticing the faint stain on his glove, he ripped them off and tossed them into his desk slamming it shut, "Kark it all," he growled seeing you pounding on his door via his holo notification. He pressed the button, blinds and sound barrier going door, "What,"  he said looking down at you, his dignity covering his head and arms folded inwards covering his hands.

Gently you tried to push him back into his office but he didn't budge, "Fine. Is it just physical between us?"

"There's nothing between us," he closed the door forcing you back, slumping in the chair and pressing the button holding his hand with his hands. Kix was the better choice, kinder, easier to be tolerant, a genuinely more pleasant man. He took his helmet off staring into the visor, Commander Fox, he scoffed, when was the last time I was ever just Fox?

You stared at the door in your face. Nothing? You did your best to shrug it off for the curious eyes looking. Propping the door wide, you opened the cafe for today doing your best to put them out of your mind. As the day progress you realized he was right, Fox had been nothing but insufferable, constantly degrading you and wiping his exploits in your face at every turn. Their was no way it was anything more then just physical attraction, he got what he wanted and literally slammed the door in your face. You sighed for a what felt like the hundredth time before you finally shot Kix a message to come meet you, but he was already waking in with Fives before his pad went off.

"You rang?" He joked leaning against the side of the counter, "What's up Mesh'la?" he whispered.

"I don't get it," you said shaking your head thankful for the pause in troopers, "attraction, why don't we have more of that?"

"There is a lot about attraction we don't understand," Kix's medic tone came out, "There just is or isn't."

"So you can't make more?" you asked arching an eyebrow.

Kix took your hand staring at you, "Come'ere," he said embracing you against his chest ignoring the looks, "I am more then happy just doing this okay? It's nice having a... friend who doesn't share the same face."

"You're so kind.." you whispered, "why couldn't it..." you didn't need to finish the sentence.

"At this rate it isn't going to be Fox either, so cheer up. I got a million brothers, we'll find the right one," he smiled letting you go, "Just not Fives," he laughed watching his brother feign shock at the off handed comment, "Oh please you'd never settle down."

"You got me there," Fives joked, "Something basic Ma'am" he said looking up at the menu.

"Basic?" You blinked, he seemed less then a basic man but you shrugged getting to work handing him the caf once you were done. "What about your shirt?" you whispered to Kix.

He pulled you around the waist resting his chin on your hand, "I wouldn't be opposed if you kept it, I do like seeing you in it... if you want it for movie nights?" he suggested awkwardly.

"It would be nice," you felt the faintest sensation of lips against your head before Kix pulled off, "Something sweet for me before we head back to training."

"That's fitting," you teased not helping the faintest sensation of pain in your heart at the breakup if you could it that. You handed him the cup and he gave you a smile but you noticed the similar pain in his eyes, the smile not reaching further then his well defined cheeks. You watched as Fives and Him walked off, mentally scolding them for not saying see you later. You sighed again but this time it was more out of relief then anything that it had been so peaceful and relaxed. The peaceful feeling ended when Thorn walked in with Fox who stayed at the door as Thorn walked over.

"I take it I missed something?" Thorn observed Fox staying at the door.

"Yeah, Fox and I fought then Kix and I broke up."

"Do me a favor and make yourself a coffee too. You okay?" he asked quietly.

"As good as I can be, does sour face want one too?" You asked tartly watching Thorn press a button on the side of his bucket but you didn't hear him say anything.

"No but make him a commander, easier to question him when he has that thing off," Thorn chuckled, "So I take it you're going to be avoiding 79's for a while?"

"No actually, I'm pretty sure Kix and Fives are dragging me out tonight."

"Weird break up," Thorn said confused, "but that's good you two are still friends. Well if they don't drag you out, I will just let me know," he said grabbing the two caf's from you.

"Of course..." you looked to find Neyo and Bacara at the door, "Is it to early to close up for the day," you scowled.

"Give me ten minutes and I can handle that," he offered.

"No it's close enough anyway, there's no point." You regretted not taking him up on the offer. Minutes seemed to last for hours, every order seemed to take forever to make even if some of them only took seconds to actually make. You blinked rapidly handing the cold brew to the soldier, my day off is tomorrow; who's going to be here for them? It wasn't something you had worked out in your proposal, you opened your pad shooting the question to the HR rep with a quick reply that Commander Thorn had offered to open the place. Maybe I'll have to come in and try it. You never would have anticipated being relieved when Fives and Kix showed up at the end of the shift kicking people out.

"What's this about?" you asked putting your hands on your hips offering an awkward apology wave to the troopers leaving.

Fives wiggled his eyebrows, "You'll see."

"I'm not sure I like this," you laughed closed everything up, quickly spot cleaning.

"I'm apologizing in advance this wasn't my idea," Kix said looking his hands up.

"I really don't like the sound of this," you said your face contorting into smiling confusion finding Neyo particularly looking at you. His eyes squinting before heading across to Thorns office, "Or the look of that," you grumbled.

Fives put him his arm around you, "Trust me, these two things aren't connected. Now here," he said shoving a bag in your hand.

Opening it you found one of your dresses and heels in it, "How-"

"Don't ask."

He shoed you towards the private refresher down the hall. You stared at the dress wondering what shenanigans they usually got up to but this definitely seemed like one they would. You peeled the the work clothes off giving yourself a make shift awkward pta bath, but the seem of coffee forever lingered. Stepping out, both of them whistled at the change. You scowled feeling awkward in your place of work dressed like this. Noticing them both purposely picked here to make you pass both Thorn and Fox's office. Hearing Fives snicker you knew that was definitely the point. Walking there you kept noticing Kix's eyes shifting, having enough you floated near him, "What is it?"

"Fives is-"

"Shut up Vod," Fives said, "Sorry Ma'am no spoilers," he smiled pulling to away from Kix.

Fox watched the three of them trot by smiling as if the big punch line was him. Not realizing his eyes had lingered on the door he missed the unmistakable shape of Neyo approaching, "I think Bacara is wrong, she's definitely a beauty," his tone was flat as he watched the three of them descend in the lift. Fox's hand faltered his pen clicking again the desk, "I'm chasing your former... Lady Friend? tonight." Fox stared up into his vods well masked face, nothing betrayed what was going through his head.

"She is spoken for," Fox asserted picking his pen back up.

"Not according to the conversation I just had with Commander Thorn, she dissolved their union at lunch apparently."

Fox's pen fell again, a growl graced his lips, "Why."

"As I stated she is a beauty. May the best man win," Neyo gave him a smirk, he not no intention of chasing any woman but no one knew better how to push people's buttons then him. Hopefully be pressed the right one, initially he had come to check in with Fox but after his fair amount of eaves dropping his strategic mind got to work. Unfortunately I am going to have to go to at least make it look like I attempted. Neyo was to dignified to let out the sigh boiling in his chest at the realization. It took a while but he finally heard Fox on his heels as he approached the familiar establishment, "Yes, Commander Fox?"

"Marshal Commander Neyo," Fox growled, "Don't even think about it."

"Is that a threat?" Neyo arched an eyebrow at the unfamiliar tone.

"Yes," Fox shoved Neyo's shoulder forcing him to stare at him, "Vod to Vod, don't think about it." Fox clipped his shoulder with his own as he pushed instead finding you automatically, the shade of red perfectly matching his own. Another punch in the gut. He found you awkwardly dancing with one of Kix's blue brothers as he sat at the bar staring. Kix and Fox's eye met, They had broken up. Fox pulled away first blood boiling watching Neyo cut in. Betrayal, that was the feeling boiling up. He watched Neyo whisper something your ear, the grimace on your face before making your to the bar with him in tow as you sat between him and Kix.

"That's not good," Fox heard Fives voice not realizing he was at the commander's table with Rex.

"What are you doing here Arc?" He said flatly squeezing it.

"Trying to spice them up, to hopefully get some of that Mojo," Fives said pointing a finger between him and you, "between them."

"He's to soft for her," it was just that a statement leaving no room for doubt or to be second guessed, "Neyo is too rough for her."

"What are you? Goldilocks?" Fives scowled, "You have to be kidding me," he looked to find Neyo's hand on your leg chatting with both you and Kix. He saw Neyo's eyes lock briefly with Fox's the short evil grin before returning to his neutral expression, "Well, can't be worse then Dogma I suppose."

"Yes it can," Fox heard enough he got up without thinking about it, shoving Neyo's stool back with his foot making his hand break contact before putting himself between the two of you. His eyes narrowed to slits at his batch mate, both knowing full well what the other was capable of and knowing this wasn't the place for that fight. "I said don't even think about it," his voice was venom laced with a ton that he saved only for war criminals and traitors. Out of the corner of his eye he saw you flinch at the tone but he didn't have time to acknowledge that as he stared down Neyo for authority on the subject. He felt your light fingers tap his spaulder, automatically he softened the frighting expression on his face but didn't break eye contact with the man, "Yes?"

"Nothing, remember? Why are you interrupting."

"Principle."

Fox's balled fist flattened on the table, returning his full attention back to Neyo rage returning. Neyo did nothing but smile at the display. He was aware his even more unreadable then Fox, every inch more sadistic and cruel giving him every advantage, "Nothing, proves she isn't yours either," he chose his words carefully but provokingly. He watched him boldly step back his mouth at your neck leaving a claim before standing back in-front of him, "Have I made myself clear enough?"

"You were always the easiest the read and push," Neyo smiled, "Nothing? Keep lying and face the consequences. I proved my point. Ma'am," Neyo nodded standing up, joining a lurking Bacara in the very back darken booth.

"What the actual fuck was that?" You glared.

"Just him being a chip off the old block just as calculated and," Fox grumbled before turning back to you, the anger and frustration leaving his features. Silently noticing Kix remove himself from the moment. "Even for his usual pokes that was way to far."

"Nothing-."

"We both know I lied."

You stared at him, "Sure," you replied sarcastically, "I'll believe that when womp rats fly." You watch Fox pin you with his body to the counter, your heart starting it's embarrassing flutter.

"One date, just you and I."

"Commander-"

"Just Fox," he took a breath searching your eyes for an answer, "What do you say?"

"One," you breathed, "Fox."

Hearing his name on your lips was enough to make him lose his composure and swallow, pulling back he ran his fingers threw his slicked back hair. What the hell, he yanked his hand away dropping it at his side. He gave a small nod turning to walk off but another small whisper of his name made him cock his head to the side waiting for you against his better judgement trying to ignore the look in your eye or the way your breathing was uneven.

What are you thinking? You scolded yourself looking at him. You may have not understood what he was protecting you from but the commanding rage in his voice had set a shiver coursing through your lower extremities. Then the sudden shift to almost anxious and insecure afterwards had confused you but was almost endearing. You kept direct eye contact with him as you rose from the stool, you whispered his name again before walking passed him. This isn't like me... but it's what I need. The feeling him in you, how his body perfectly fit against yours knowing what you needed before you could think it or how a small tug of his hair made him sinfully groan. You saw the red following you out of the corner of your eye, you didn't want to wait for the train back to your place so you paid for a decent clone friendly cab and top speed. Both of you were silent the whole way, scared one word would snap the attention in the air and both of you would be all over each other. It was a trance walk back to the apartment, awkwardly running into both of the neighbors he had done. After feeling him, you didn't blame them for how loud they were.

Both of you were barely in the door when he forced it shut, dragging you to the couch by your hip. He pushed you down the couch letting his face hover by yours but not touching as he reach down pulling the hem of your taunting red dress up revealing the blue underwear underneath. He clenched his jaw quickly using the vibro blade in his vambrace cutting the thin laced sides of the garment before chucking it to the other side of the room in annoyance. He returned his blade noticing the glistening core for him, watching it coat your inner thighs. Not bothering to take off his armor he pulled you to the edge of the couch dropping to his knees pulling your legs over his shoulders. Fox kissed your swollen need, suckling it between his lips.

"Fark," you moaned, thighs clapped against his face as he inserted two fingers rapidly curling against the spongey spot nestled inside, "Donnn't stop," your hands went to the top of your dress pulling down, realizing the blue mistake Fox's mouth retracted causing the organism to fade. You saw the silently anger coating his features, you dropped your legs from his broad shoulders. Barely breathing as he stood up looming over you, one hand on the garment and one on the back of the couch. Your hands cautiously moved the back of the garment unclipping it feeling him yank it and toss it, landing it perfectly next to the cut up underwear. You stared up into lava threatening to engulf you in its heat, “Fox…?”

“Never wear that color again, understood?” you recognize the commanders order tone.

“Fox-“

“Understood,” he growled.

You nodded, swiftly his hands picked you up pulling you towards the bedroom, dropping you in the bed. He didn’t bother with his armor, dropping his codpiece and undoing his belt so his hand could free him from the constriction of the body suit. Watching him mount you, the cool plastoid bit lightly into the skin as he pushed himself in. Your fingers dug into the back of his neck resistance the urge to find his hair as he continued to split you apart. Fox’s pace was merciless as his temper fumed his thrust. Listening to his hips collide was yours you could hear the gush of your arousal coating both of you. Every time he entered you, the feel of him filling the expanse felt so perfect your mouth opened to tell him but his hand found your mouth covering it.

Watching him shift his weight to his knees to keep his weight off of you, you felt his other hand go to your clit moving wildly, “Cum for me,” he growled, the hand on your mouth moving the dress bunching it up in his fingers. The red so perfect on you he questioned if the color was his or if he wore your color. His thrust got desperate as he continued forcing himself to hold back until you become undone under him. Moaning when your fingers yanked his hair enough to pull some out he finally removed the hand between you firming resting both his palms above your head. The drooling mess of his name reverberated in the room letting his chase his own orgasm coating your insides white with his desire to have you. He felt sweat clinging to his forehead as he stared down at your perfect shape, his hand went to his hair carefully prying your cramped fingers off his hair massaging them. Removing his soak body from yours he saw where his armor had dug into your skin silently cursing himself for not removing them. He watched the white ropes from you running down your ass, he could already feel himself getting hard again at the sight. He striped the armor tossing it to the ground not caring about proper stacks in the moment. Cursing himself harder when checking his belt that he hadn’t restocked the bacta tube, he stared at the deep marks scowling he found his data pad and messaging Thorn to bring some right away, and that it was indeed a discreet order. Fox watched you curl towards the warmth of the blankets wincing as you moved. He whispered your name, “Bacta’s coming.”

The underside of your legs felt like someone had tried to use a dull knife to saw at your muscles, while the pain between your legs ached was blissful everything else wasn’t. You felt a warm cloth go inbetween your legs and the blankets partially pulled over you. Maybe you were a little loopy because your giggled feeling some of the cum bubble out at the action.

“What is it?” Fox asked confused.

“You’re so mean at work and in bed but so soft too, I just didn’t expect it,” you said yawning.

“Stay awake a little longer,” Fox scowled hearing the doorbell, “I’ll be right back.”

Not bothering to put his armor on, just in his blacks, he opened the door finding Thorn standing there his eyes going wide with Kix and a medical bag in hand. Fox’s lips twitched into a snarl, “Just needed the bacta.”

“You also mentioned wounded,” Thorn pointed out trying to keep the smile out of his face.

“What are her injuries,” Kix asked flatly.

“My armor cut into the back of her legs.”

Kix opened the bag pulling out a foreign orange tube handing it to Fox, “Use this instead. Anything else?”

“No.”

“Good,” Kix closed the bag and left.

Fox stared down at the vile, “Did you really have to bring him?”

“Actually he was already on the way with the bag, figured it would look better if we came together. Have a good evening,” Thorn waved jogging after the medic.

Disgruntled Fox closed the door pulling the blanket back exposing the deep red marks, he worked the liquid into the marks with his fingers watching your tension relax. He sat there watching you stretch, slow blinking at him as you stirred. What he wanted to say died on his tongue, “Shower?”

“And water, thank you Fox.”

“For what?”

“Being you.”

[sariel626]

Interrupting a Stream

So in this reader is a YouTube Streamer and being honest, I got inspiration for this while watching shxtou twitch vods. Yes I know twitch is very different from YouTube.

Oh, and your Streamer name is Seranisin, Chat calls you Sera for short. The first game is called Night of the Consumers, the second is Mr.Hopps Playhouse

TW: cussing

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“Stupid frickin’ customers! I was one shelf away from beating the game!” (Y/N) screamed at the screen which showed the words ‘You’re Fired’ in a blood red colored font. The chat was blowing up at the streamer’s rage, mostly ‘LMAOOO’s and some offering strategies to help the female when she began her 17th attempt to stock the grocery store shelves without running into any customers.

Right as (Y/N) was calming down, the front door to her shared home opened, Chuuya had finally gotten off work and he was ready to see his partner after a long day. When he didn’t see (Y/N) in the living room or the kitchen (probably eating an entire bag of chips again) the ginger walked over to (Y/N)‘s gaming/streaming room. The door was closed. Of course she’s streaming right now.

Chuuya went and grabbed a bottle of wine while contemplating if he should order takeout or cook something. While pouring his glass, a victory scream rang out, “TAKE THAT YOU WRINKLY MANAGER! I AM COMPETENT ENOUGH TO STOCK SHELVES!” It came from none other than (Y/N) herself. This made Chuuya chuckle to himself at how immersed his girlfriend could get in a video game.

Unable to decide on takeout or cooking at home, and since he figured that scream meant the stream would be ending, Chuuya waited a few minutes before going to (Y/N)’s room and opening the door to find…her still streaming. He concluded it’d be a good way to scare off any simps from the chat (he’s wrong, we never back down) so he asked what she would prefer for dinner while leaning against the door. (Y/N) snapped out of her surprised stupor and replied, “uh…takeout. You are aware that I’m streaming, right?” “I thought you ended it after that victory scream” this made the female streamer blush from embarrassment, was she really that loud?

Meanwhile, the chat was blowing up

Cryos3267: Who’s the hot guy at the door?

Gumiberry: Is he single?

Kawaii-Chan: if he is, can I have his number

XXJuliusXX: Is he Sera’s boyfriend?

Seweit42: He can’t be, he’s too short for her

Chuuya was going to leave to order takeout for them both until (Y/N) saw that in the chat. She smiled sweetly with malicious intent hidden behind it and called her boyfriend back in. Chuuya, hearing the sickly sweet sound from his girlfriend, walked into the room, silently praying you weren’t about to kill him for interrupting the stream.

(Y/N) looked directly at the camera, “Seweit42, if you really think short guys can’t land hot girls…” the girl pulled Chuuya down by his shirt collar and kissed him, making sure the monitor could see them. Chuuya gladly returned the short kiss until (Y/N) pulled back and looked at the camera “Then explain that.” If chat wasn’t already blowing up, it was now. The female turned back and said, “If you want, you can go order takeout now, I’ll join you after Mr.Hopps Playhouse” but Chuuya just wrapped his arms around her waist, “After that? Like hell I’m leaving.” The girl rolled her eyes, but smiled nonetheless, “Well then, get on the chair, but this is a horror game.” “Like a game could scare me. Who do you think I am, dove?”

Ten minutes later, Chuuya’s trying to convince you that Mr.Hopps is not cute while you’re collecting tapes

Chuuya: it’s a demonic bunny rabbit probably the size of that blond ponytail fucker from the Agency. He’s got the eyes of their doctor when she’s gone batshit

Y/N: Chuuya, don’t you see those adorable, very pettable ears? And those eyes aren’t screaming murder, they’re begging to be loved

Chuuya: quit fucking summoning him with the toys!

Y/N: (proceeds to trigger every single toy) it’s not like he’ll catch me anyways, I’m too good for-

Proceeds to get jumpscared making Chuuya cling to the gamer and spin the chair around, “Fuck that!” (Y/N) looked at her boyfriend, blinked a couple times, and laughed, spinning the chair around while laughing. The short-tempered male was quick to retaliate, “I was trying to protect you from the demon bunny! Don’t laugh at me!” “It’s just…it’s just a video game. Mr.Hopps isn’t real.” The female wiped a tear from her eyes. She was right, he’s just a piece of code in a video game. There wasn’t anything for Chuuya, a mafia executive, to be scared of. It was still funny that he was though.

Soon enough, (Y/N) beat the game and ended the stream. Standing up and stretching, she asked, “So what food are you in the mood for?” But Chuuya was still recovering from the ending, he looked up at his girlfriend, “Y…You pick” “Aight, Chinese sound good?” “Sure” To be honest, Chuuya wasn’t thinking about food, he was still caught on the ending and how you barely flinched at the Giant Mr.Hopps, is it a streamer thing?

“Yo Chu, you good? …Hello? …Oh well, guess I’ll just help myself to the best wine in the cellar!” That snapped him out of it. “Don’t you dare” “Welcome back to planet Earth, Chu. I’m gonna order the food and if you want, we can play Mr.Hopps 2~” (Y/N) whispered the last bit in his ear and Chuuya tensed, “Count me out” He walked to the living room and sat on the couch, flipping through the tv channels.

After placing the order and getting the food, (Y/N) and Chuuya were cuddling on the couch watching Iron Man 3. It was clear that both of you were beginning to get drowsy and so out of nowhere, Chuuya says, “You know, you were really sexy today when you kissed me in front of your fans.” “Thanks Chu, you were really cute today when we played Mr.Hopps. Your reactions were adorable and *yawn* I wouldn’t mind having you join me again.” (Y/N) closed her eyes as she began to doze off. The mafioso smiled at his cute girlfriend, turned the tv off, and carried her to their shared bedroom before crawling in next to her. “I wouldn’t mind it either.” And with that, the ginger fell asleep with a smile on his face.

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This ending was way softer than I expected it to be. Kinda derailed from my original idea

It’s fine though, we all need some Chuuya fluff in our lives

[enigmatist17]

Part 1

Part 2

I also want to thank @mabrego0714 for their post of clone commanders they drew! It's been super helpful for me to keep track, as I am horrendous with lists of people I am still kind of unfamiliar with, and said post you can find here <3

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7567 felt warm when he started to wake up, and for a moment he revels in it. It's not often the Kaminoans let the cadets sleep in, and 7567 is going to enjoy his batchmates for as long as he was allowed.

Grey eyes, bodies still, and voices forever silenced.

A scream gets stuck in his throat as 7567 pushes himself away from the warmth, and nearly hits the ground if someone hadn't grabbed the back of his shirt.

"Breathe, nice and slow." 7567 was carefully lowered to the floor, and he stayed on his hands and knees as he struggled to breathe. The sorrow felt strong enough to overwhelm him, and he barely registered someone kneeling beside him and placing their hand on the back of his neck. "Keep going."

So 7567 does as he's told, breathing in and out until his heart has stopped racing, and his eyes don't threaten to burn with tears. Sitting back on his shins, the cadet watches as the trooper that had been holding him sits across, pose ramrod straight as he regards the smaller boy in front of him. 7567 is surprised to see his armor is mostly white, save for some red circles that have a line that goes through the middle, and his curiosity must have shown as the trooper makes a noise that one could consider a chuckle.

"I am Commander Neyo." It doesn't really answer his question, but 7567 remembers hearing the others speak of him in a hushed tone.

"CT-7567." Neyo continues to stare at him, and just when the cadet decides to ask him something, the commander offers his hand.

"Come, the others are waiting." His voice is almost monotone as he helps 7567 to his feet, his touch as he holds the cadet's hand however gentle as a whisper. Neyo leads 7567 out of the barracks he had been taken to, and it must be a night shift as the ship is not as lively as 7567 had seen when he had first arrived. Several troopers wave as the duo passes by, and it's not long before they enter a lift, emerging outside the rather empty cafeteria, save for a group of men in one corner.

"There they are!" Bly waves with a grin as the two enter the large room, and 7567 smiles at seeing the commander. "Come on, Fox cooked up something for you!"

"He did?" The younger boy grinned as said Guard commander poked his head out from the kitchen, and waved.

"Sit, I'll be out in a moment." Neyo let go of 7567's hand and motions him to run ahead, and the cadet sees there is a spot on one side waiting for him. Wolffe is by his side, placing his arm around 7567's shoulder as a new commander he hadn't met before takes a seat across from the cadet. His orange and black armor was designed differently from everyone else's, and it clicks that he must be in charge of some of the few aquatic troopers that were very hard to be a part of if you hadn't been designated from the start.

"Name's Monnk, nice to meet you kih'vod." The man is all smiles, and 7567 can't help but smile at the outpouring of kindness he can feel from his ori'vod that could probably be felt all the way back to the Jedi Temple. "Nice to see a new blonde besides Ponds."

"Told you being a blonde was nice." Ponds hummed, as he and Cody were in the middle of an arm wrestling match at the end of the large table.

"Insufferable." Fox tsked as he finally exited the kitchen, two large trays full of food that smelled amazing balanced perfectly on his hands. "Here we are."

"Fox, vod, you are the best of us here." Gree reached for whatever was closest after Fox set both trays down, only to have his hand smacked away.

"Kih'vod gets the first crack." 7567 looks up disbelievingly, having never thought food could look so colorful.

"This is food?" Slowly, he reaches forward for a small cubed block, examining it for a moment before popping it into his mouth.

He's never tasted meat that actually tastes like meat oh kriff!

"Trust me, kid, food can have a taste to it." Fox practically beamed, and one could see his wrinkles disappear as he proudly watches the newly adopted cadet begins to reach out and taste everything he can get his hands on. Sweet, sour, savory, 7567 enjoys every bite of the wonderful food in front of him, registering Fox sitting on his other side as the others take some of it for themselves.

It wasn't often they all got together, and less so for Fox being able to cook for them.

A very satisfied 7567 leans against Wolffe once he's tried everything, and watches the commanders talk and laugh among themselves. The Guard commander seems to be taking it all in himself, and the cadet can see the way he's constantly being touched on the shoulder, and arm, the occasional hand running through his hair, and he wonders if Fox was lonely all the way on Coruscant. He might be, being so far away from the war they were literally born and bred for, and it occurs that maybe the glamor of his post wasn't as bright as it might be to those who were so far from the city planet. Fox glances over when he realizes he's being stared at and reaches over to gently ruffle 7567's short hair.

"I've read about you," The cadet started, and Fox does not feel his heart skip a beat. "We weren't supposed to, but the instructors never kept an eye on their communicators. I...one of my batchmates was really good with slicing, and we would read some of your reports when they came in."

"That has to be the cutest shit I've ever heard." Bly crooned, eyeing Fox with a grin that reminded Cody of some of his newest recruits.

"It reminds me of us, wanting to know more of the War the longnecks refused to speak of," Neyo commented, giving Monnk a murderous look when he tried to steal a lone tuber from his plate.

"What do you think will happen next?" 7567 asked, frowning at the thought of going back to everything like nothing had changed. "Will they still teach us?"

"Most likely not." Wolffe shook his head, pulling his arm away so that Fox could get a chance to let the kih'vod use him as a support to lean against.

He does not miss the way Fox looks delighted for the first time in eons.

"I've heard the Jetti are going to talk it over." Bly drawled, having taken to lying on top of the table adjacent to where most of the commanders had been. "For now, those of us here are just watching Kamino for them."

"Palpa-kriff is already bitching." Fox grumbled, downing some of his caf. "He thinks that this is grounds for treason."

"What?!" The jovial mood is gone in an instant, and Fox's wrinkles have all come back tenfold. "Treason? To take our own home for ourselves?!"

"Kriff him!" Bly looks outraged as he sits up, crossing his arms. "Like he cares."

Fox says nothing, focusing more on 7567 moving to sit on his lap and give him an attempt of a hug. His heart skips more than one beat this time.

"I've never liked him." Neyo surprisingly speaks up, his face impassive as usual as he sips his water. "Reminds me of an Aurean vulture waiting to kill its prey."

"He does!" Gree nodded, and runs a hand over his face. "I've only seen him once, I felt like I was about to be killed in a firing squad until we left."

"Same here, he said my accent was...unbecoming of a clone." Bly scowled at no one in particular.

"Every day I work with him..." Fox says nothing else, and 7567 doesn't miss the look the commanders share when the Guard member looks away to snatch Wolffe's remaining caf. "I'm not supposed to be here, Thire offered to keep hold for me."

"I'm glad you're here." The cadet murmurs, and Fox gives him a gentle pat on the back.

"Me too."

Palpatine isn't spoken of the rest of the night, as the group of commanders speaks of everything and anything else. 7567 is awake for most of it, chiming in when he can, and listening in awe when the talk inevitably drifts towards war stories and shenanigans of their squads. He laughs when Cody speaks of his Jetti being pranked by some newcomers, and is in hysterics when Monnk speaks of the time he out-swam his Jetti and almost ended up being eaten by some sea creature as a result. His laughter makes the older clones share looks throughout the night, and they don't even need to speak about how they've already bonded with their youngling, even if not a single one of them knew how to really go about it all.

Oh well, they'll figure it out.

[trudemaethien]

Random word prompt: Sull/A'den – honey

xo Possum~

i see the beekeeper au is buzzing about 😁

🐝🐝🐝

uhhhhhh [hides] they decided to do all That instead of be sweet, but this did grow out of my thought of Sull calling A’den “honey” in the most poisonous way possible…i just couldn’t make it happen in this bit sryyy

“What the hell was that; I like it here?” A’den hissed over Sull’s taunting:

“Kama fashion or some such, that’s the best you got?”

“Seriously, Sull, what are you still doing here? You can’t stay. I know you’re smarter than that. Have you got a karking death wish?”

Sull looked away, no smart comeback for that.

“Oh, no you don’t,” A’den said, crowding him. “Tavo would have belted you one good if he heard you spouting that kind of osik. Tell me that’s not your aim.”

Sull looked at him then, expression turning ugly. Each word carried the weight of a wound. “Tavo’s not here.”

“I’m more than willing to play proxy,” A’den threatened, half raising his gauntleted hands.

Sull bristled a moment longer, then sighed, deflating. “You know…not really. I don’t want— I was just marking time. Playing civilian. Here wouldn’t have been such a bad place to die. Not like it’ll make much difference to my carcass where it lands.”

“Well, if it doesn’t matter to you, then there should be no problem for me to say: not here. You’re mucking up my operation.”

“Oh, your operation,” Sull mocked. “The one even I could see the massive gaping holes in the strategy and logic for?”

“We both know where this war’s going, only I have a team and a plan to ride it out.”

“You’re really confident you can make it out of this clusterkriff with your hide intact?” Sull’s sneer was just a verneer over how genuine his question actually was.

“Confident enough I’m willing to send you on ahead,” A’den said solidly. “Sull, you’ve always had a lot more backup in your corner than just your buddy. I am sorry to hear about 28, ner vod.”

He set his hand on Sull’s shoulder, fingers curling around the stiff-sewn collar of his leather coat. Sull’s eyes flickered across his familiar face, searching for something.

“I’ll see you again,” A’den found himself promising, “after everything, okay?”

Sull’s jaw worked as he chewed that idea over. “Okay,” he said finally, and then slowly, deliberately leaned in and pressed his mouth to A’den’s.

A’den stood firm and let him—take comfort, make that promise—then watched him as he retreated, with a different glint in his eyes.

“Be a few days, probably, before I can get my smuggler here for you,” A’den said, swallowing but with a tentative smile playing around his lips. “Plenty of time to …debrief.”

Sull ducked his head and blushed, but he was smirking too. “I’m going to have to keep acting like a dick to you, Sergeant, or your squad of Raw Cocksuckers out there might rub their collective braincell together and get suspicious.”

A’den snorted, then leaned in to murmur, “Likewise.”—a threat and a promise.

Leave Me Safe Away

read on AO3 🔒 https://archiveofourown.org/works/52082578

[hellhound5925]

Cyare Verd *Beloved Warrior*

Chapter Eighteen

After all that excitement, we are finally getting close to our destination. I'm back in my room, trying to reach one of my vode (brothers) or Kal'Buir because it's been a while since I've heard from them. No one answers which makes me a little nervous but I also know how Ka'buir can be.....He tends to be very secretive when the thinks it could endanger us...I just hope everyone is alright. I decide to check over my gear for probably the 5th time, before I suit up. I hide my knives in the various places, and grab my dual westward-35's placing them in their holsters at my side. I was never fortunate enough to get a jet pack...might have to check into getting one sometime... I slide my buy'ce (helmet) over my head and head out to the hanger where the drop ships were. Knowing I am quiet early I take my time.

When I get to the hanger I make note of the time....we've still got another hour and a half before we really need to be ready... I decide to lean against some of the crates piled up outside and slide my buy'ce (helmet) off setting it next to me. I take out my blasters and take the first one apart before checking it - again - and putting it back together. When I am in the middle of taking the second one apart I hear plastoid boots approaching. "What are you doing out here?" Asks Tup. I look up from my broken down blaster and see Tup and Kix. "Just anxious to get down there I guess" I give a light laugh. They both join me, one on either side. "Hope you don't mind if we join you" Kix smiles at me. "I don't think I had much of a choice" I say gesturing to the fact they both are sitting next to me, "but no, I don't mind at all". They watch me in silence as I check over each part of my blaster before putting it back together. "We star-35's right?" Asked Kix, "Aren't those Mandalorian?" Tup asked. "They are, you'll probably find a lot of Death Watch mando's use them as they are quite popular on Concordia" I explain. "But, you weren't apart of Death Watch I thought?" Tup asked. "No, I am not, but if you know where to look, these aren't hard to find" I continued explaining. They both nod in understanding. The three of us have some light hearted conversation, some about the holovids they recommend. Which lead to a playful argument - not surprising, this squad bickers like vode (brothers) frequently - which also causes me to laugh at them.

After about an hour Fives and Echo join. And the five of us are sitting in a line against the crates. "Hope my bed was comfy" I roll my eyes at Echo. "So that's, where you wandered off too! Just don't give me any details" Fives teases his vod (brother). "It wasn't like that" scolds Echo, "why is everything always about sex with you?" He continues. I laugh and kick open the door of opportunity "That's because he only recently discovered what it is". The group bursts into loud laugher that echos in the hangar. Some of the crew working on the ships look over. "Sorry Fives, she's not wrong" Tup says, fake wiping a tear. Fives speaks up, "What can I say....I'm a new man now." "Yeah we don't need to hear the details.....again" Kix sighs. I just laugh. "Call me the lady killer" Fives continues. Considering after that night, Fives has been patrolling - yes, that definitely the word I would use - and has now has 'game' as he likes to call it. I never quite understood why he could never pick up a women, I mean he is rather attractive - I don't find him as attractive as Rex, but he is a close second - but, he is also arrogant at times. None the less I love his as a vod (brother) all the same. Speaking of Rex, I wonder what he's up to... probably checking his gear over for the millionth time. The group staring at me pulls me from my thoughts. When I realize they are all staring the burst in to laugher. "Tup was just saying how he thinks, you and Rex would be perfect for one another" Kix raises an eye brow at me. "Oh don't worry....we've been....working on that" Fives says all smug. I don't say anything and let this play out. They have no idea we kissed earlier and if they found out....they'd never let it go....I'm not even sure if Rex really wants them to know. I'll leave it to him to tell them. I finally decide to chime in after a few more comments are made, "You guys might not want to press poor Rex's buttons. He might not like you all meddling with his love life" I say quirking a brow. "Openly deny you have feelings for him and we will" Fives says leaning forward so he can see me past his brothers. I wish I could hide behind my buy'ce (helmet) right now. "Fine.....I don't have feelings for Rex" I say slowly. They all laugh and I'm shocked Echo doesn't tell them about our conversation earlier. But that's Echo for you, he's a great friend. "That was super convincing" Kix says sarcastically. "You sounds more like you are trying to convince yourself" chimes in Tup. "Okay fine! I might have feelings for him....." they all cheer. "It was so obvious" Fives says very matter of fact.

Thankfully the rest of the conversation is interrupted by the announcement over the ships comms telling us to get ready to deploy. The 5 of us continue to sit there and shortly after, Jesse and Hardcase come in. "Looks like we missed a party" Jesse teases. The 5 of us get up and slide our buy'ce (helmets) over our heads. We connect out comms to the open line for our squad. "Everyone here?" I ask. "Everyone but Rex" but Echo says. There's a crackle "Captain Rex here" he chimes in. "Speak and he shall appear" I laugh. "Hardcase...put the spotchka away" Fives saying knowing well there is no spotchka. Hardcase smacks Fives and says "don't listen to him Cap". Rex ignores the banter, "I'm on my way".

We wait for Rex before pilling into the drop ship. The squad was behind me and Rex while to two of us faced the door. As the door shut, I reached for the handle above my head. I hit the open channel of our comm link, “You boys ready?” I asked already knowing the answer. A chorus of “Sir, yes sir” filled my ears. I smiled and whispered “atta boys”. Rex looked over at me, “Are you ready?” He asked. I turned my head toward him “Mando’ade cuy’gar rattling tiskala (A Mandalorian is always ready)”. He chuckles “I thought that was a dumb question”. The pilot looks back “Ready for take off”, and with that I feel he ship lift into space.

We had just touched down on Aargonar when I hear my comm crackle, “Commander Skirata….Captain Rex….come in”, it’s Anakin. “Captain Rex here”, “Commander Skiratta here, we read you”. “Good, we are getting into position now. Let us know when you are in position” Anakin continues. “Copy that” Rex replies. We hop off the ship and the men gather around. “Alright listen up” I start. Rex continues “Alright men, we are headed toward the back side of the base. From there, we are going to enter through the disposal tunnel. Keep an eye open for the disposal droids, we don’t want them heading back inside to call back the reinforcements” he explains. Fives raises his hand “I’m sorry, disposal tunnels?” He asks. “Droid parts. Don’t worry” I laugh, getting what he was eluding to. “Right” he says like he should have known that. Rex continues “From there we will split into 2 groups. Group 1: Commander Skirata, Echo, Kix, Hardcase. Group 2: Myself, Fives, Tup, Dogma, Jesse.” He then nods at me to continue “Group 1, we are going to set the charges to blow the base. While group 2 is going to find a way to shut down the droids already deployed. Group 1, I am sharing the holomap with you that we are using to place said charges. The rest of you will be looking for some kind of command center. Any questions?” “No sir” they all reply. “Good let’s get going then” Rex tells them.

We all head through the thick forest until we come across the base. We split into our 2 groups and search for the disposal tunnel. “Sir, I think I’ve found it” Echo says through our group link. “Good I’ll let the others know”, I change channels “Rex, Rex do you copy?”, “Rex here. Did you find it?”, “Echo did. Randevu with us, I’ll mark our location on the map”, “Copy that, good work Echo” he says the last part under his breath. It takes them only a matter of minutes to reach our position. Rex makes sure we have everyone, “I’ll comm Generaly Skywalker. Let him know we are in position”. I nod to him and wait until he finishes.

I turn to and start into the tunnel “Pare! (Hang on!)” Rex hollers. I stop and face him “what is it?”. I can practically hear is smirk…. “I’m always first” he says. “Ni ceta (sorry)” I say bowing and letting him pass. He lets out a small laugh at my theatrics. We head through the tunnel, with the rest of the squad in tow.

Masterlist

[thatbritishactor]

as CEO of the “billy russo brainrot” fan club, I’d like you to take a moment and imagine what it would be like to be watching a movie or tv show with Billy and him getting insanely jealous because you make one off handed comment about finding the actor hot and so he’s forced to remind you that he’s the only one you should have eyes for 😮‍💨🤤 thanks for coming to my TED talk 😘- @blissfullybarnes

OMG, CEO of the billy russo brainrot fanclub LMAO love this. Are you the CEO? or am I? explain this to me, i’m dumb.

Also I love this request, AND it’s basically my life with my boyfriend, cause every time we watch a movie with Ben in it, he usually tells me “I can smell your pussy from here”, (he’s petty about it). So i didn’t have to go very far to find inspiration!

“Jealous”

Billy Russo x Reader

Warning: 18+, implied SMUT, swearing

Words: 1068.

You've been trying to convince Billy to watch Dune for weeks now. You missed it while it was out in theaters, and you've been pestering him with it ever since it came out in VOD. Billy finds it hard to focus on a movie, and the ones he likes aren't exactly your cup of tea. He's a fan of action movies, blockbusters you find boring. You're a sucker for science fiction and fantasy.

"Pretty please?" You beg him, making your best puppy eyes at him. He rolls his eyes, settling back on the couch.

"Alright but I get to pick the next movie we watch "

You grin victoriously and click on the movie on the VOD service. Billy mumbles under his breath, and you settle on the couch, snuggling against him. You fold your legs under you, and rest your head on his chest, a hand resting on his stomach. You can feel his heart steadily beating, and the comforting smell of his cologne. You absentmindedly play with the ends of his grey sweater, and he slides an arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him. He places a gentle kiss on your head, and you smile. You hear him sigh when the movie begins, with the ominous voices and the words appearing on the screen “Dreams are messages from the deep.”

“Is this going to be some kind of philosophical movie?” he complains, and you gently slap his chest.

“Give it a chance” you scold him, and he squeezes you closer to him. You glance up and find him smirking, and you can tell that he’s gonna be pissy just to mess with you.

You find the movie beautiful. The music transports you, the sets are incredible, and the costumes are beautiful. Billy shuts up when the Fremen are shown, and you can tell that he enjoys the fact that they’re warriors. You briefly wonder if the planet Dune will remind him of his time in the middle east, when the movie introduces you to the character of Duke Leto, played by Oscar Isaac. You suck in a breath when you see him, finding him immediately attractive. Something about the gray hair, the thick beard and the dark eyes does something to you. You eye him appreciatively, smiling to yourself.

“What is it?” Billy asks, and you nod against his chest.

“Nothing” you lie. You’ve been through this before: every time you find an actor attractive, Billy throws a tantrum. You briefly think to yourself that Thimothée Chalamet is easy on the eyes too, quickly dismissing the thought.

The movie keeps going, and when a scene comes up with the Duke talking to Paul about their duties, both standing on a cliff, wearing dark coats, you inadvertently let a dreamy sigh out.

“Okay, what is it?” Billy snaps, and he grabs the remote to put the movie on pause.

“Nothing” you blurt out, and Billy straightens on the couch, releasing you and forcing you to meet his eyes. “I can hear you sighing like a schoolgirl here, tell me who does it for you like that.”

You lower your eyes, feeling ashamed, and Billy places a hand beneath your chin and gently angles your face, so you look up. You meet his obsidian irises and feel a bit warmer.

“Is it the boy of his dad?” he asks, and you can spot a fickle of anger in his dark gaze. Your stomach flips because angry Billy makes you feel all kinds of things.

“His dad” you admit, and you can’t help but crack a guilty smile.

“Fuckin’ knew it” he grits “It’s this Oscar dude, you were the same when we watched that boring musician movie”

“Billy!” You try and grab his shoulder, but he jerks your hands away.

“What is it about him?” he asks.

“Billy, I can’t believe that you’re jealous of an actor I’ll never meet” you try and argue with him, but you can tell that it’s only aggravating him.

“I’m not jealous” he protests; you scoff.

“Then what is it?”

Billy looks back at you. “I just don’t like that you find another man attractive, isn’t that normal?”

Now he makes more sense. You try and get closer to him, to grab his hand, but he turns away from you. Oh, he’s gonna be difficult about it.

“Billy, I don’t find him that attractive” you argue “You’re way hotter than him, and you’re real.”

“Then why are you thirsting like that?”

You giggle. “Because, I don’t know, I guess I like the character? Besides, you look a lot alike. Maybe I can picture what you’re gonna look like when you get older? With the gray hair and everything? It’s kinda turning me on” you shrug. Billy’s head jerks to the side, and he locks eyes with you.

“Is it the daddy vibe?” he asks, and something about his voice makes you quiver. It’s smooth, controlled, but you can spot a hint of anger beneath it all.

“What?” you ask dumbly, and something shifts in Billy’s demeanor. He keeps staring at you, his dark eyes fixed on your face, and he slowly moves, sliding a hand on your thigh.

“Are you picturing this guy when you pleasure yourself?” his voice is cold and commanding, and your heartbeat accelerates.

“N… no” you stammer, and Billy’s hand travels from your thigh to your belly, then your breasts sliding under your shirt.

“No? You’re not being a little slut in your fantasies?” You feel yourself getting wet with his words, and your breath shudders a bit when he kneels in front of you, spreading your legs apart.

“Billy, what are you…” you ask, but he shuts you up, removing your shorts in a harsh move, and tossing them to the side.

“Is this for me?” he asks, commenting on your wetness, his eyes not leaving yours, sliding a hand under your panties, and slowly circling your clit.

You moan, feeling his thumb caress your folds, and you place your hands on his shoulders.

“Y…yes”

“Yes, who?”

“Yes, Billy.”

“That’s right.” He says, and he clenches his jaw, the muscle jumping. “You’re mine” he adds, the words ominous and final.

He slides your panties off and buries his face between your legs, making you squeal. You grab his hair, moaning loudly, all thoughts of Oscar Isaac gone, Billy’s tongue making you forget your own name.

[echos-newlegs]

Hi love! Can we get 28 with Hunter? ❤️

Dancing Around

Yes, wait I actually have a cute idea for this one ohmyfforce- but you didn’t give me a gender so I did femish!reader. Hope that’s okay— I am so sorry if this is trash. I dunno how to write Hunter, apparently 🧑🏼‍🦯

Hunter x Reader: “Kriff you’re hot..”

Warnings: Language, probably. I cuss a lot sorry guys 😔

You and the bad batch were sent to a foreign planet to help watch over senator Amidala. She had another attempted assassination against her, and the 501st weren’t available. So she specifically asked for you and the boys. You and Padmé knew each other, and she trusted you. Plus she knew you did a hell of a good job keeping the boys in line. No, you weren’t their Jedi, you were their, well. Everything. You were a mechanic, pilot, and a trained medic. Plus, according to all of them, even Crosshair. You were a hell of a cook. You and Clone Force 99 were off to a ball. Whether they liked it or not.

“A ball.. Like a dance?” Crosshair asked you as you stood next to Hunter and explained the plan of attack to them all. “Yeah, did I stutter?” You spat and Wrecker laughed at that. He always enjoyed how you wouldn’t take crap from his vod. “No, what, you expect us to be let into a Kriffing dance?” Crosshair fired back and you sighed. Pinching the bridge of your nose. Crossing your other arm under your chest. “Yes, because we were ordered to attend. I just need one of you to dress up and pretend to be my date, and it’s either you, Wrecker, or Hunter.” You added. “What about Tech?” “He has his own job, were you not listening to me at all? You have ears for a reason. I didn’t realize you needed hearing aids, too.” You hissed. “Tech will be keeping tabs and hacking into the cameras. So which-“ You weren’t even able to finish your sentence and Hunter was speaking up. “I can.”

Crosshair looked over to his brother with a shocked look, but then a smirk. The both having a small stare off. Cross smirking like he knew something you all didn’t and Hunter glaring daggers. Unspoken words that you weren’t about to intrude on. “Awesome, now we just need to meet up with Padmé and then we can get our outfits.” You added, and Crosshair scoffed walking off. “Hey, you try wearing a dress I’d MUCH rather wear a suit!” You snapped. Shaking your head and turning to walk off yourself. “Fucking prick.” You muttered, and headed back off to the project you were previously working on.

Hunter stood in place for a second. Wrecker and Tech smiling over to their brother. Hunter shooting the two of them a look. “What?” Tech grinned and shook his head. “Nothing,” Wrecker wasn’t as secretive about what he was thinking, though. “You just wanna dance with y/n.” Hunter looked to the larger male with shock. Blush creeping up the back of his neck. “What? No I don’t this is for a mission and the two of you weren’t volunteering. I was just tired of y/n and Crosshairs bickering.” He informed them, and Wrecker chuckled and walked off. Tech snickering and saying a quick, ‘uh-huh, sure,’ before he was walking off himself. Leaving Hunter alone in his thoughts. So what if he just wanted an excuse to dance with you, or even just fake being your date for one night. Was that too much to ask for?

It didn’t take you all long to get to your destination. Last mission you were only one jump away. Padmé was thrilled to see you, as you were her. The two of you sharing a hug and a small catching up. Before the boys seemed to get too antsy, and caught her attention. “These must be Clone Force 99?” She spoke and you nodded, looking over to your boys with a grin. “Yeah, don’t mind them, they’re shy.” You tittered, smirking over to Cross who shot you a displeased look and an eye roll. “There’s Wrecker, Tech, Hunter, and Crosshair.” You spoke, holding back the urge to make a comment on all of them. Padmé smiling sweetly and waving her hand when they saluted her. “At ease, no need for that here. Now let’s get going. You all need to look like you came to a dance, not like you just got out of the war.” She spoke, you and the gang following her inside.

The boys all headed off with a man to get their suits fitted, you heading off with Padmé to get your outfit. “Do I have to wear a dress?” You asked her with almost a whine. “I can’t fight in a dress, you better not make me wear heels, stars I’d rather get shot!” You exclaimed and she laughed at that. “You don’t have to wear heels, but you have to wear a dress. I’m sure your date would love to see you in one, anyways.” Curse your stupid girls night you had with her a few months back when you were passing through Naboo without the boys. You told her all about your stupid feelings for Hunter, and she obviously didn’t forget. “What? No! I don’t like him anymore, he doesn’t like me anyways.” You lied. You did still like him, and she knew it. “Uh-huh, and I’m in love with a Sith Lord, are we sharing more lies?” She teased and you ducked your head down. “Come on, I’ll make the dress simple.”

Oh, the dress was nothing simple. It may have been in Padmés point of view, but not yours. It was a a flowing red and black dress that matched with her own. It wasn’t sparkly or anything, thankfully, but it was just too much in your perspective. Plus she had her servants put your hair up ina fancy bun that you didn’t even know was considered a bun. Then your nails were painted, since you refused the acrylics, and last but not least. The make up. “If I get bad acne after tonight, I’ll never forgive you.” You spoke with a frown and she laughed. She laughed at you. “Y/n, if you get acne from what little makeup you have on your skin is too sensitive.” You huffed at that, and followed her to sit and wait, until you were supposed to head out for the dance.

Tech took off shortly after he got his suit. He headed to hack into the cameras to keep an eye on things inside and out. Along with being able to watch the vents. Which were the main worries. Something could easily come in and out without them knowing about it.

Crosshair and Wrecker were the next to leave. Cross was able to head above the dance floor and scope out the place on the floor above. He wasn’t allowed his rifle, which pissed him off a bit, but he did have a blaster under his suit jacket like the rest of the boys did. Wrecker was on the main floor, where Hunter was following shortly after. Waiting for you to join him so the two of you could pose as a couple talking with Padmé.

You were the last to leave and enter the ball room. Padmé had left and told you to take your time. You were overthinking all of this. Hands trembling and face flushed red. This was way out of your comfort zone, and not only that, but Hunter would see you. Eyes darting around and then you inhaled. This isn’t for you, this is for your friend. You are here to protect Padmé. Feeling for the blaster hooked to your thigh with a holster. Then you were opening the door and heading for the dance floor.

You were scanning the crowd, looking for any signs of Padme or Hunter. Pushing through the crowd best you could. Lips pressed together, firmly, as you ventured the crowds. Letting out nervous chuckles and ‘excuse me’s. Bumping into someone for what felt like the hundredth time. You looked up with a nervous smile. Opening your mouth to say a quick apology. Until they turned and you saw it was Hunter. He looked so different, so.. Handsome. He wasn’t wearing his bandana, he was shaved, clean. Plus his suit was stunning. Not only that, but it complimented your outfit perfectly.. Padmé, working her wonders.

“Kriff..” He basically breathed out, and your smile faded a bit. Eyes darting to the side nervously. “You’re hot.” He finished, and your eyes looked back to his. Gulping. Did he really just? “Or I mean, um, you look nice,” He awkwardly stammered. He was shaking, and you couldn’t tell if he was getting overstimulated and anxious, or if it was because of you? It had to be overstimulation. “Hey, Padmé should be away from the crowd, let’s get you out of here.” You told him. Motioning for him to follow. He nodded and accompanied you. Eyes never leaving you, not even for a second.

The two of you found Padmé talking with some other political people. You weren’t sure who though. You could honestly care less. “Hey,” you chimed when she smiled over to you. Padmé excusing herself and coming over to stand in front of the two of you. “Well, if it isn’t the dashing couple,” She teased. The both of you looking away sheepishly, and you glared at her. Just a bit. “We aren’t,” “Hunter, I was only teasing, I know you aren’t a pair. A shame, you two look absolutely amazing.” Padmé added with a sigh and you glared at her full force this time. “Ooh, I love this song, Come on guys, look less awkward.” She added, shoving the two of you back into the crowd. You were starting to wonder if there were even assassins that this point.

You got lost, again. Hunter was looking for you in a bit of a panic. “Y/n,” He blurted, trying to make himself taller to look over the crowd and find you. A hand grabbing yours and pulling you further. “Hey!” You snapped, and turned to see another guy. “Aren’t you here to dance?” He asked with a grin. Grabbing your hands and swinging you around. You did your best to not punch and kick him to the ground, but just went along with it at first. Hunter finally spotting you. Noticing your uncomfortable look as the guy, obviously wasted. Danced with you. It wasn’t so much that he was jealous, he just didn’t want you in a situation you weren’t comfortable in. Or at least that’s what he told himself.

“Hey, that’s my date,” He gruffed and the guy looked over to hunter with a brow raised. “How’d this pretty girl end with you?” He blurted in a slur and Hunter rolled his eyes. “She’s mine,” He snapped and the guy sighed, letting you go. “Alright, if he doesn’t dance with you. You know where to find me.” He spoke, before kissing your hand and drifting into the crowd.

You were at a loss for words, the two of you staring off in the direction the man went off in. “What an ass,” The two of you blurted. Looking to one another with a blank stare. Then bursted into a small fit of laughter. “A dance then? Padmé asked us to look less awkward.” Hunter spoke. “Plus, I don’t want that creep stealing my date again.” Holding a hand out with a smile. Stars, this had to be a dream. You taking his hand hesitantly. Allowing him to pull you towards him. One hand on your hip, the other in your hand. Your own free hand resting on his shoulder. “Look, about earlier, when I said.” You smiled and shook your head. Raising your hand. Gently touching his lips. “Shh, Hunter you’re fine, I know, you probably didn’t mean it.” You spoke with a smile. Stars you couldn’t even take the hint when it was right in front of you.

Hunter furrowed his brows and shook his head. “What? No.. I meant it, mesh’la, what do you take me as?” He asked, smiling and looking down at you. Now was your turn to get nervous and for your face to go red. “I uhm- I take you as.. Someone who wouldn’t flirt with their pilot. I thought one of the others dared you to..” You started and he shook his head. Stopping the sway of the dance you were both in. Hand releasing yours so he could raise it to cup your cheek. His other hand still on your hip. “Y/n, you look beautiful, I mean it, too. No one dared me to do anything, I promise.”

This felt like a dream come true. hunter was leaning down. Your lips were inches apart and you were squirming. “Prove it then,” You murmured, and he leaned in. Though before he could capture your lips with his you heard a shout in your ear pieces. It was Tech. “Kriff..” You both murmured. Hunter pulling away so the two of you could listen to the others words. “If we make it out of this alive, I’ll show you tonight.” Hunter spoke with a small smirk. Squeezing your hip and you smirked back. “That better be a promise, Sargent.” He snickered and pulled back from you, his hands still shaking a bit, and this time you knew it was from the crowd. “I would never lie to you, ever.” And off he went. You taking off in your own separate way. Now you had a reason to complete this mission, and a thank you that needed delivered right to Padmé.

[jessiebanethedragon]

White Sands Warm the Cold Sea (pt 9)

Summary: the reader, betrothed to a disgusting Coruscanti Lord flees her home world and lands herself in a plethora of trouble, a ship of clones, and one pirate captain whose cold exterior needs much more than the tropical seaside sun.

Chapter one

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Warnings: Swearing, takes place in time periods where women have dowery's and suchlike. The readers' dad and betrothed are asses.

Chapter Nine: The Night at Sea

The second you attempt to reach behind to untie your corset, your arm spasms. The collision with the hull of the ship has left you shaken and battered and in no position to twist your body to undo the double knotted ties Seil, your handmaiden, would have tied. And your heart aches when you think of her.

You know that you shouldn’t sleep in the dirty clothes and the corset, but with the secure double knots there is no way to undo the ties yourself. And so you pull yourself into the hammock, landing face first, when your back muscles give out, into the netting tied to the wall. With a groan, you don’t even bother trying to move, and you pass out on the ship - having been through the ringer for what feels like a million times in one day.

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“Where is she?” Hunter grumbles when Tech returns to the group, looking up at the stars Hunter was using to calculate their ETA.

“Probably asleep in Echo’s hammock I'd guess.” Tech says plainly, and he watches as his sergeant’s face hardens.

“You need to learn how to follow orders.” He snaps, before going back to the map.

“Sarge,” Tech starts, “you’re displaying worrying symptoms.” He decides on. And under the hat he sees his eye twitch.

The barrage never ended, and the cannons never ceased. How much ammunition either side had left was impossible to guess. This creeping barrage was working. But only just. All they had to do was keep the separatists busy, the regs should be able to manage that at least. And rescue missions were the best kind of mission out there these days…

In the medical bay, Hunter shakes, the wookie child is long gone, and his vod have returned to keep their sergeant company while he heals. They’re angry, and resent him for the return-to-ship order from before. But the carnage that was left of Kashyyyk proved how right he was in securing the safety of Clone Force 99.

“Hunter, your hand.” Tech says looking at the cuts and mangled tissue.

“Kriffing door wouldn’t open.” He explains through drugged eyes. Thinking that the war is over. It has to be over. If not now, it has to be over soon. They can’t continue like this, there can’t be more missions like this. The war has got to be over soon.

Outside, the artillery starts firing again.

Hunter looks at Tech, watching the goggles reflect moonlight, and realises something that, in the chaos of the day, went unnoticed.

“Did Wrecker even lock the cell door?” He interrogates the shorter man in front of him.

“I don’t know.” Tech answers honestly with a shrug. “But even if he didn’t. You know he made the right call.” Hunter grunts in response.

“She’s a Aaray. A danger to us all” He says.

“We’ve been in worse predicaments.” Tech states. Watching as Hunter walks away from yet another conversation of theirs, and he wonders to himself, how long it will take for his captain to start screaming because of nightmares on this clear, calm, night at sea.

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Everything on your left side hurts. The hit from the ship has battered your skin, muscles, and bones. Sleep evades you because the only thing you can focus on is the pain. And when even laying down becomes too much, Gonk moves herself out of where she was curled on your back as you clumsy step out of the hammock, and begin to tread outside.

The three boys are asleep, and part of you chides yourself for being vulnerable in front of them. They could have thrown you in the birg - or worse. But a bigger part of yourself says that you can trust them. Probably more so than you’ve trusted anyone in your life. It’s a naive thought - and perhaps it’s built off of never having someone you can trust before, but a part deep inside of you jumps onto and clings to the idea of putting your faith in these men.

Maybe Crosshair was rough around the edges, and from what you can see, his glare stays with him while he sleeps. It makes you smile a little. And Wreckers exposed scars, they scare you, but the eye patch was so typical of the pirate stories you heard as a child, it’s like living in a fairy tale.

Someone clears their voice behind you.

It’s the Captain, or rather Hunter. Now only in his pants, and tunic, that's been bunched around his forearms in his sleep.

“Plotting something else perhaps?” He asks, crossing his arms in front of him.

“N-no,” you say, annoyed at how easily he makes you nervous. “I couldn’t sleep, I wanted fresh air, and they…” You pause, looking back at the crew. “They’re more manageable when they’re asleep.” The captain lets out a puff of air that's not in annoyance, and you take that as a small victory. And he watches when you crane your neck to look at the stars. He knows it’s because you feel awkward, but in another life, he would’ve found your curious eyes endearing.

“Am I missing something?” Crosshair asks, having woken on his own, and deciding to investigate the scuffle outside.

“Didn’t want the Aaray skulking around the ship.” Hunter answers, “nightmares?” he asks his brother, watching him shake his head no, and with that, one tension is lifted from the sergeants shoulders.

“Are you in pain?” Your voice comes out softly, and they both stare at you unabashedly. “I only mean, i just,” You go to explain. “From earlier the side of the…”

“Hull.” Hunter corrects on instinct, before chiding himself for doing so.

“The Hull, when you caught me…” You motion randomly with your hands as if that helps communicate to Crosshair what you mean, and he stares at you looking tired and vaguely annoyed.

“You’re in pain.” He tells you. And you’re a tad taken back because it hadn't shown on his face that he knew what you meant, let alone made the connection as to why you were awake and hence asked if he too, was hurting.

“I’m okay, I just wanted to…” you try to brush it off

“There’s no point in lying.” Crosshair interrupts, watching at Hunter’s features soften when he also takes in your appearance, leaning against the door, tense and radiating anxiety. He wonders if you’ve ever felt pain like this in your life. Living on a velvet cushion of upper class coruscant would call for little more than flimsiplast cuts. He watches you shrug off Crosshair's comment, intent on being the smallest problem you can possibly be. The man that Hunter was before would be reaching out for you, your messy hair, soft features, and innocence that he knows lesser men are itching to take advantage of.

“You should take that off.” Crosshair nods towards your dress and you gape at him.

“Crosshair!” Hunter barks on instinct, and not standing for the disrespect. He sees your face flush and your arms go around your waist protectively.

“Have I missed something?” A forth voice joins them outside of the bunks and Hunter inwardly groans. Now Tech is awake, what he hoped would’ve been a private nightly stroll has turned into some kind of situation report.

“Shockingly the Aaray is being uptight.” Crosshair moves to the opposite side of the doorway you’re leaning on.

“I don’t think it is fundamentally uptight to want to preserve my own modesty.” You say incredulously, and Hunter notes that you resort to your training as a lady when you become nervous. Just like his men resort to being soldiers when faced with problems.

“Crosshair!” Tech exclaims, glaring at his brother - he really needed lessons in things that are appropriate to say, and things that are not.

“I’m only asking you to take the corset off.” Crosshair says smirking, enjoying how flustered everyone is. And Hunter sees something flash in your eyes.

“Do you think you’re funny?” You snap, and the sniper stops smiling. “Is this a game to you? Clearly you have no concept of the ramifications on a woman should she ever do something like that. Or you have no concept of how dresses and corsets work - which wouldn't surprise me given your temperament.”

Hunter catches a small grin on his face, you’re alive tonight and he hates to admit that he likes it. The inference that Crosshair is too unintelligent to understand womens garments or that no women has let him close enough to understand them is both funny and potentially accurate.

“He does have a point.” Tech chimes in.

“Tech!” Hunter shouts, expecting better from him.

“I mean it might be adding pressure to areas already in pain.” He says quickly, his face as red as a zarrabak. And no one is surprised that he’s caught himself up in the conversation.

Behind all of you - Wrecker snores.

“I-I… can’t.” Your voice is small, and you’re looking at the floor, embarrassment pings in everyone's hearts when they realise that this is an important issue to you, and they’re talking about it like you’re not even present.

“We can give you private space if that's what you require.” Tech speaks up. And when you pause you can hear the waves crash in the night.

“Thank you.” You stammer out. This whole ordeal has become very embarrassing and as much as you want to deny the pain and tell the clones it’s nothing, you know both Crosshair and Tech will see right through whatever lie you construct.

“It’s, it’s just that…” You pause again. Maker if you tell them you can’t do it yourself you’re going to look as pathetic as you feel. “I would need assistance with the ties…” You mumble the last part to your bare feet that poke out under your dress. When you have the courage to look up again, all eyes are looking at Tech. The latter of the three simultaneously having decided he was most equipped for the job.

“Have at it, loverboy.” Crosshair jeers at his brother, and now both you and Tech are blushing madly.

“I’m surprised you're not jumping to the occasion.” Tech cracks back at him. And if you weren’t so self conscious in this moment you’d roll your eyes at how much they argue. Hunter remains deathly quiet.

“Unless she wants it cut off as i’m usually-” “Alright! Alright!” Tech cuts him off, and moves towards you while Crosshair snickers.

“Turn ‘round.” Hunter barks, and while you might think he’s telling you, he’s actually giving an order to Crosshair, as the trooper made no move to divert his eyes. And as Tech undoes just enough buttons to start loosening the corset he sees how taught the ties have become and yanks it towards him for leverage.

“Tech!” You squeal and gasp, trying to get away from him and he accidentally constricts you more. Sending pain shooting all over you as your injured body is put under more stress.

Hunter turns around at the sound of pain and sees both of you shaking, he knows you must be beyond embarrassed and Tech even more so. Your moss coloured dress is unbuttoned and the back pushed aside to reveal the cream corset. Hunter sighs, and pushes his brother aside.

You hear an ‘ow’ from Tech as well as what you suspect is Crosshair's hand connecting with the back of his shorter brother's head. As they walk away you shiver as you realize the captain is standing behind you.

“You’re fine.” He says plainly. Nimble fingers working at the knots quickly, you shake in the absurdity of it all, and the feeling of Hunter exhaling into your hair and neck as he works.

“This is so unbecoming.” You mumble to yourself in shame, jerking when you feel the tips of his hair brush against your skin.

“I recall you saying ‘fuck’ earlier.” Hunter scoffs at you, “I think you’re past unbecoming.” silently praising himself when one knot becomes free, whoever tied them must have known what they were doing because it feels more complicated than half the sail ties on the Muraduer. Then again, your activities of the day probably didn't help the situation.

“Captain, you’re basically undressing me.” You tell him, looking over your shoulder just in time to watch him still at your words. The part of his face you can see in this position is covered by the tattoo, but what the moon and stars manage to light up is stunning nevertheless.

“If you’re worried about modesty, I can’t see any more of your skin than I could before.” He reassures you, and you’re beginning to wonder what kind of man he really is. Hunter is so tender at this moment, so gentle. And yet you know what lies underneath.

Technically what he just told you is a lie, he can see the expanse of your back, and parts of your shoulders. But the way your brows creased in concern as you look back at him makes lying worth it as you relax a little bit. Trying to be annoyed at you for causing him grief, he goes back to the knots.

You gasp and clutch your chest as you feel him loosening the string as the last knot comes free. And you see the shock in Hunter's face when you whip around so he barely catches a glimpse of the slip that sits underneath the corset.

Maker, he thinks to himself, you’re so disheveled and scared by a simple act. He grits his teeth at the thought of how Nython would treat you, someone like you needed soft and gentle touches, words of affirmation. Hunter’s grinding his teeth together as he realizes the pride Nython would have in hurting someone as defenceless as yourself.

But then he thinks about how you held your own against his own crew today. And the captain of the Havoc Marauder thinks you’re not as defenceless as you look.

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[minkdenmilo]

Alright so I’ve seen people want more female content creators, more POC content creators, more LGBT content creators within the Dream SMP and YES- I want that too- but... we should take a moment to hype up the content creators who already fit these categories!

Here is my list of the POC, LGBT, and women content creators who are regularly active on the Dream SMP and my personal takes on them and their content! So please give these content creators some love and more attention because they all deserve it so much!!!

Women Content Creators

+ Nihachu

- If you like sweet, adorable, more laid back streams than you’ll love Nihachu. Able to play around with both more playful funny moments and then be a great dramatic actor for deep lore moments as well.

+ Captain Puffy

- So wholesome and the only stable adult on the Dream SMP. She is SO funny- like her roasting Skeppy and Badboyhalo is the highlight of my day. A very fun energy and can also jump between lore and jokes like no one’s business. If you like Ranboo then I’m sure you’ll love her.

+ Hannah Rose

- I’ve only just started watching her but her streams so far have been so relaxed. She’s the perfect mixture of sweet as sugar but also sassy and able to hold her own. She gave Tommy a rose then jokingly roasted him over his constant demanding over it. Also her builds are so aesthetic and her stream set-up is gorgeous to look at.

LGBT Content Creators

+ Eret

- All of their streams are chill as fuck, literal vibes. He has the best music tastes ever and has public Spotify playlists if you ever want to hear more of her tastes. Very open about being LGBT and the chat for them is continually one of the nicest I have seen and very supportive to those coming out. Eret is a great streamer to watch when doing homework or classwork because you can watch him vibe without being too distracted unlike Tommy or Quackity’s streams.

+ Nihachu

- Please just... Nihachu in lore is so overlooked but you can clearly see the hell she’s gone through as a character and seeing her go from a starry eyed running mate of Fundy’s to a women determined to destroy Tommy and Dream for the pain they’ve caused her and her former nation... it’s so good. Also her and Jack Manifold have the best Team Rocket dynamic of all time.

+ Captain Puffy

- Captain Puffy in plot as a sweet older sister figure to all the disturbed minors is iconic and her therapy office is so cute. She is the mom friend to Awesamdude’s dad friend energy and she is equally as commited to taking down the egg so watching her continually try to avoid the Egg and help those she cares about is the best.

+ Antfrost

- Go check out Antfrost’s twitter first and formost because he and his boyfriend (Velvetiscake) pop off with every tweet. Secondly, Antfrost is generally a chaotic presence but in a much more lowkey way than most other SMP members. As a character his motivations are pretty hidden right now but him and Badboyhalo are a great villian duo. Antfrost also regularly streams Pummel Party stuff and Jackbox stuff with his other friends (and his boyfriend) which keep me in stitches. Stg if he and Velvet flirt like that on their Jackbox streams one more time I will lose it 😤 (/lh)

POC Content Creators

+ Skeppy

- He doesn’t stream often but every time he does he pops off. Also, not super involved in lore but whenever he joins he pops off. Him and Badboyhalo’s dynamic is iconic and just- so fucking funny! But also Skeppy does Youtube videos on his Youtube channel which are usually rather short but honestly so funny. He mainly trolls Badboyhalo or does like Minecraft challenge videos and as simple as that may seem he always makes me smile with his high energy and general chaotic nature while still being pretty family friendly and relaxed. Very good if you mainly watch Youtube or don’t have time for long VODs and streams.

+ Ponk

- I have only just found out about him but he is SO wonderful. His voice firstly is oddly soothing so that’s a plus but he streams frequently! And he usually streams at an earlier time than most other SMP people (aka not late at night like Quackity and shit) and he genuinely is so funny. He talks to his chat a bit more than the bigger streamers and goes between a casual, chill vibe and a specific kind of chaos that reminds me of like- when Ranboo is hyper. Please I can’t express how much I love Ponk please just watch his streams. Also Ponk in the Egg Plot makes me cry with laughter- mans is so picky “Can I have an iced mocha please?” like sir you are literally being trapped with an evil egg.

+ Quackity

- Quackity is an icon. Stream his song “Any Askers” on Soundcloud. Watch any of his Roblox, GTA, or Soap Opera streams. He shouts a lot and is high energy so he’s perfect if that’s your vibe. He sings like an autotuned angel, is so sweet about donations and gifted subs, and has amazing chemistry with everyone he streams with. Within the lore he is also an amazing actor with a really complex character and I am so glad he is getting his time to shine with his capitalist arc. Though he does tend to stream later at night.

If I forgot any Dream SMP members please let me know and in general just leave recommendations for good LGBT, POC, and women streamers if you can! Feel free to reblog because I love all of these content creators and I want people to hype them up 🥺

[salty-sith-bitch]

Here's a little prompt for Din and reader! Hopefully it can spark something 💙

Maybe Din takes Reader to a snowy planet and they haven't seen snow before or in a really long time, so their just mesmerized by it and just amusing him.

I hope you enjoy! As always my mind just sort of takes off when writing so I’m hoping this is close to what you asked for 😘

Cin'ciri (snow)

Rating: G

Genre: fluff, angst

Words:2352

Ao3

Din stood over you and your cot, a wicked grin under his helmet. He watched as you snored peacefully, oblivious to what he was about to do. He almost felt bad for disturbing your slumber.

Almost.

This was worth waking you and definitely worth the brief moment you'd be upset at him. He knew as soon as you awoke and discovered the reason for being ripped from your lazy dreaming you'd be overjoyed.

Chuckling to himself Din packed the snow that was in his hand into a soft ball. Taking a step back from your cot, he chucked the lump of snow. The ball hit you squarely in the chest and upon impact disbursed Into a flurry of white powder causing you to shudder and startle awake.

Confusion filled your cloudy mind as you woke. You felt something cold spread through you as the air was ripped from your chest. The frostiness quickly turned wet making you uncomfortable and displeased. Still gasping for air you heard chuckling that quickly turned into full hearty laughter.

Sitting up you found Din standing at the end of your cot doubled over in laughter. Shrieking, you pulled the blankets over your head and flopped back down.

"Daaaaaaaad! It's too early. It's my day off." Your voice was agitated and muffled by your pillow.

"Ad'ika," Din said between breaths as he recovered from laughing. "Come look outside."

"Whyyyyyy," you wailed into your pillow. It had been a while since you got a good amount of sleep and were simply not pleased your father was trying to drag you out of bed on your day off.

Clicking his tongue at you, Din squeezed one of your blanket-covered feet. "Fine then. Grogu and I will go and enjoy the snow by ourselves."

Snow?

Your brain kicked into hyperdrive at the word. That coldness you had just felt was your father throwing a snowball at you. Your heart fluttered in your chest. Din wouldn't admit it but he has a soft spot and could be silly at times and it made your world oh so bright. And now it was even brighter as you thought about the snow outside.

You bolted upright in bed and quickly threw the covers off. Frigid temperatures greeted you as soon as you climbed out of your little nook and bolted for the open ramp. Din watched as you ran toward the ramp and slid across the slick floor of the Razor Crest in your warm socks; almost causing you to collide with the wall.

Squealing you jumped up and down pointing outside as you turned to look at Din.

Having removed his helmet, you could see the gleaming grin on his face. And even swore you could see his excitement at the thought of a day off playing with his family.

Giggling and shrieking you vibrated with energy as you danced around on your toes.

"Snow!" You exclaimed, pointing outside.

Din chuckled, coming up to you and ruffling your hair.

"Yes, ad'ika. Now go get dressed. Grogu has been waiting impatiently."

Running across the hull floor once again, you were unable to stop yourself from sliding into the wall where your pack was. Smacking into the wall with am 'oomph' you picked up your clothes and high tailed it for the fresher.

Shaking his head, Din set his helmet back on his head and went to finish bundling up Grogu.

***

Snow has a special place in your heart. It brought back memories of your family. Your blood family.

It brought back memories of snow days when you were younger and a true child, so innocent and not having to worry about anything in the galaxy. It brought memories of warm cocoa mother would make and build snowmen with your brother.

When it would snow back home your father would have the day off, closing his shop due to lack of safe travel, and your mother, being the caring woman she was, would still head into town and work a partial day at the cantina, making sure everyone who needed warm food was supplied with it. You'd spend a good majority of the morning playing in the snow with your father and brother, tossing snowballs, building forts, and occasionally making snow angels here and there. Your mother would always arrive back around noon with cocoa and soup to warm you. Snow boots would be shuck at the door and fresh clothes put on after a warm bath. You'd eat and laugh by the fire the rest of the evening playing games, reading to brother, and watching your mother scold your father every time he would chuck a snowball at her that he snuck into the house.

 Even as the years went by and you got older you'd still find yourself outside enjoying the blissfulness of having nothing to worry about. You'd make forts and battle your father, pelting him with snow. You'd find yourself melting into the floor as you and your mother sang songs in your native language by the fire. And you would always still try to suppress that giggle when your father snuck in the snowballs helping him on occasion.

Now it was different. But also not.

Looking out towards Grogu he saw him waddling around collecting snow and making little people reminding you of your brother. And Din, who surprisingly was enjoying the snow, tossing snowballs at you ever so often reminded you of father.

But this was not your brother nor father. And mother wouldn't be there with soup to warm you or sing songs in the evening. The snow people Grogu made were smaller and Din was sneakier with his ambushes.

You, yourself were also not the same. Being older and now constantly worrying about losing your family again reminded you of just how much your life had changed.

Huffing you shoved your hands further into your coat pockets, continuing to watch Grogu as he waddles over to you, snow in hand. Tilting his head he extended the lump out to you and cooed as if trying to ask you to shape it for him.

Chuckling and nodding you squatted and took the snow from him, gently packing it. When you stuck out your hand to give it back the ball went flying from your hand and zoomed past you. Turning your head you watched as the ball made an impact with Din's chest.

Snowball in his hand, Din waggled his finger.

"Grogu," he said with a bit of laughter.

Grogu's ears dropped as he made a noise and looked at his father.

"That's cheating you little womp rat. I was gonna ambush ori vod."

Rolling your eyes you smirked at Grogu and swiftly picked up and packed your own lump of snow. Quickly standing you turned and launched the ball of snow at Din.

Both you and Grogu cheered when it hit Din's pauldron. Grogu threw his hands up and parked his ears as you did a little victory jump.

Stiffening Din looked at his shoulder then back to you. Placing his hands on his hips he nodded his head slightly.

"So that's how we're gonna play. Two against one?" Kneeling Din picked up more snow. "You get a ten-second head start. Ten, nine, eight-"

Eyes widening in horror you looked down and made eye contact with Grogu.

"Ready little buddy?"

Grogu cooed at you again, also wide-eyed, and reached up.

Scooping up the youngling you took off running for the snow barricade you had made earlier, leaving a trail of laughter behind.

***

You played in the snow for countless hours. Together you and Grogu kept sneaking up on Din and pelting him with snowballs. And on occasion - despite Din thinking it was cheating- Grogu would use the force to nail mando in the back.

At one point you looked at your father gleefully, sticking your tongue out.

"For a Mandalorian, we’re taking you down pretty easily with these snowballs."

You couldn't hear his laughter but you could see his frame shaking as he stood with his hands on his knees.

"You good old man?" You teased.

Looking up at the sky for a moment Din took in a deep breath. Pointing a finger at you Din lowered his head and you could feel his piercing gaze through the visor of his helmet.

"If I went any harder on you kid there would probably be crying."

Gasping you scooped up more snow and packed it into a ball.

"You calling me weak?" You stared at him through squinted eyes.

"You called me old!"

"And only one of those statements is true!"

Shaking his head Din started packing snow into a ball.

"Oh, it's on now."

Screaming joyfully you took off running, Grogu at your heels

***

Out of breath and cheeks sore from smiling, you collapsed in the snow, arms and legs spread out as you soaked up the sun. Grogu trudged through the snow to stand but your side. Looking down towards him you watched as he flopped over into the white powder next to you. Giggling you reached down and strokes one of his ears lovingly, causing him to smile and coo at you.

In the distance, sitting on the ramp to the Crest Din watched as you made snow angels with Grogu, a smile hidden underneath his helmet. He was practically glowing with joy and warmth seeing how happy the two of you were. Feeling as if his heart might burst out of his chest Din wondered what his own childhood would have been like if he hasn't lost his parents.

He wondered if his parents would have ever taken him out for a snow day much like he did for you and Grogu - his own children. Longing and wishing for what could have been his life only filled the hole in his chest so much though. What he has in front of him is what brought him true bliss. You ana Grogu were his world - literally and figuratively.

He should have been hunting for a bounty today, planning his next steps and heading towards whatever planet that resided on while you took the day to rest and have downtime. That was the responsible thing to do, but when the snow started to fall not long after you and Grogu went to sleep be couldn't help but enjoy the idea of a family day. A day where you could be young and have nothing to worry about. A day to stretch your legs and bond.

Crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall Din continues to watch the two of you laughing and rolling in the snow in the distance. When you turned to wave at him at stick out your tongue his smile grew.

***

Lunch was later than usual but you were ok with that. You had enjoyed your time in the snow even if it meant dealing with a slight butt hurt Din Djarin who didn't want to admit he lost I'm your snowball fight. Non the less the soup you ate and the cocoa you sipped still warmed you. Not as much as the unexpected family time had warmed your soul, however.

You watched as Grogu fought sleep in his father’s arms as he sipped his cocoa. Eventually, his eyes fall shut and light snores filled the silence of the Crest hull. Din rose from his seat quietly and made his way towards his and Grogu's sleeping quarters. Sighing heavily you rubbed your own tiredness from your eyes. Standing you collected and discarded your dishes then made your way to your own cot.

It was chillier over here than by the heater so you opted to instead grab your blanket and a pillow and made your way back to the heater.

Sitting against the wall you let your eyes drift shut. Pulling your blanket up towards your face you nuzzled your nose into the worn fabric, smelling the lingering scent of your old home. The world around you disappeared as you drifted off to sleep

Half asleep you heard gentle footsteps approach felt a hand gently nudge you.

"Ad'ika?"

"Mm?" You looked up lazily at Din squatting next to you.

"You were humming in your sleep."

Yawning, you rubbed your eyes again and looked at him. He didn't have any of his beskar on and you could smell fresh soap; a telltale sign he must have been getting ready for bed.

"’ M’sorry," you mumbled.

Turning and sliding down the wall next to you Din smiled. "It's ok. It was nice. Reminds me of-"

"Home," you said weekly.

Din's face fell slightly. "Yeah."

"My mother and I used to sing around the fire every night it snowed. She would rock my brother to sleep as I sewed. Before my brother, she would sing and I would dance with my father." Swallowing the lump in your throat you swiped the blanket across your face to rid the fallen tears. "Snow days were special for us. It meant family time and getting to just be with each other. No other worries. No chores or worrying about mother making it home safe from the cantina. Sometimes I feel like I can still hear my brother's giggles or my father's feet crunching in the snow as he tried to sneak up on me."

Letting out a soft sign Din pulled you into his side.

"My mother used to sing to me too. When I couldn't sleep or when she would give me baths. My father would sometimes join in and my mother would scold him teasingly for ruining a beautiful song with his garish voice."

You both chuckled at the thought.

"I wish I could remember what her voice sounded like."

Frowning you looked at your adoptive father. "I do too."

Sighing heavily Din pulled you in tighter to his side and kissed the crown of your head.

"Get some rest ad'ika."

Shutting your eyes you rested your head on Din's shoulder and let sleep wrap you in its warmth.

You hadn't been asleep very long when you heard a deep humming filling your dreams.

Tag List:  @g0ldenlush @sweet-silver @piscespussybabe

[ace-oreos]

Hey I got three prompt idea for your alpha fic (that I just finished reading, and I loved it): 1) Alpha, Fordo (and the rest of the ARCs of hypori, if you want, because a squad of ten arc have potentiel) and Satine meet while Kenobi are left in the middle of this. 2) Alpha and Fordo meet Ahsoka, Ahsoka fangirl, because Alpha ARC trooper, Fordo is puzzled and Alpha discover there is three of them now. 3) the Alpha ARC meet the newly promoted ARC, your choice if this goes good or bad

Ooh all of these were so fun, anon! Although I do have to admit I think the first one was my favorite to write - Alpha has no time for Kenobi's drama, but he's not above making Obi-Wan's life difficult. XD

And to no one's surprise, the ARC in the third little snippet is an OC! I haven't actually written much with him, but he's been taking up some space in my brain for a while now.

Taglist: @delta-the-mando @merspots @the-mandalorian-clone-lover @dudewhynotthis @a-lil-perspective @trashynishiki (because I know Obi-Wan amuses you to no end)

Alpha has been General Kenobi’s second long enough to know far more about the man’s various romantic pursuits than he ever wanted - there’s no way to avoid it, given the rate at which rumors whirl through the ranks and grow more ludicrous every day.

As for the second parties in question - Kenobi always becomes conveniently deaf at any mention, so Alpha has limited information for comparison - he is convinced that the Mandalorian duchess is the worst.

He very deliberately avoids catching Fordo’s eye; if his brother cracks, then it’s over for both of them. The clipped exhale picked up on his helmet audio confirms his suspicions.

Kenobi casts Alpha a look of warning. Alpha spreads his hands to indicate that he will not be acceptable for the aftermath when Fordo finally snaps and turns his attention to the duchess.

Her face is set with the same polite disinterest he’s seen on Coruscant politicians, although this time it’s accompanied by a distinct sense of disapproval. Alpha returns the look with interest. He doesn’t like her, and seeing as Kenobi is too busy trying to salvage his dignity, someone has to let her know.

Unfortunately, the Force tips him off, or maybe the general knows him too well by now; whatever the reason, Kenobi clears his throat before Alpha can think of a fitting comment for the situation.

Alpha plays innocent. Kenobi may know him, but Fordo is a wild card, and his brother certainly has a mouth -

“So,” Fordo says, and Alpha can hear the wicked grin in his voice, “I take it you and the general know each other?”

Kenobi’s face is a study in abject horror, the duchess’ somewhere between outrage and mortification, and Fordo looks duly pleased with himself. Alpha, for his part, is intensely grateful for his helmet. He certainly couldn’t care less about Kenobi’s private life, but he has a feeling that he and Fordo both will be getting an earful before the negotiations conclude.

_________________

Skywalker’s Padawan - General Skywalker - is a scrap of enthusiasm and curiosity wrapped up in an undeniably impulsive package.

She’s learned her lessons a little too well, Alpha decides, catching the look on her face. It’s somewhere between wary and inquisitive as she considers the ARCs with a thoughtful tilt of her head.

Suddenly she brightens. “You served with Master Skywalker.”

“It’s been a while,” Alpha says reluctantly. He’s acutely aware of how young she is; even the cadets on Kamino don’t give off the same sense of naivety. He’d rather not admit it, but he’s not at all sure how to handle her.

Fordo slings a companionable arm over his shoulder. “And I’m sure the general has taken your lessons to heart.”

Alpha glares - or he would, if Tano weren’t watching raptly.

“He’s told me about you,” the commander says, and Alpha knows in no uncertain terms that the grin spreading across Fordo’s face means trouble for him in the very near future.

Right on cue, his brother asks innocently, “Has he?”

Alpha jams his heel into his Fordo’s foot at the same time Tano starts rattling off every campaign and minor skirmish Alpha and Skywalker have ever been involved with. It’s almost impressive, her recall and her ability to list every planet and star system without pausing for breath in between. As it is, Alpha finds the attention uncomfortable.

When Tano’s recitation finally comes to a close, Alpha seizes the opportunity to put in, “Don’t forget Captain Fordo’s squad, ma’am.”

The dismay is written plainly across Fordo’s face as he tries to minimize the damage, saying, “It’s really not that exciting - ”

“Shabuir,” he hisses five minutes later, when Tano is hurling questions at both of them left and right. Alpha merely smirks in response.

They manage to escape within the hour, citing a briefing for a mission command is unaware they’ve assigned.

“Well,” Fordo says at last, “she’s Skywalker’s, alright.”

Alpha can’t help but make a face at that. Even Skywalker knew when to keep his mouth shut. Tano, on the other hand, has yet to absorb that particular lesson.

“Captain!”

The voice carries clearly through the hallway, and Alpha comes to a grudging halt. Tano catches up to them, twin lightsabers bouncing on her belt as she tries to maintain some measure of dignity.

“What can I do for you, Commander?” Alpha asks, wondering if she can sense his exasperation.

“I think my Master is supposed to accompany you on this next mission,” the commander explains. She smiles up at him with all the confidence in the world. “It only makes sense that I go too, don’t you think?”

“Well - ”

“D’you know, Master Kenobi was younger than I am now when he went on his first mission.”

“He might’ve mentioned it - ”

“I’m sure he’d be happy to have you on this one,” Tano continues cheerfully.

“I, uh, have a new assignment…”

“Oh, don’t worry, Alpha,” the commander says, patting his arm amiably. “Master Kenobi can pull some strings.”

Alpha, already intimately familiar with Kenobi’s methods, has to work to keep his dismay from showing on his face.

_________________

Alpha wakes abruptly after a particularly tiring training session to find Fordo waving a datapad perilously close to his face.

“What are you doing?” he demands, awake enough to be irritated.

“New ARC recruit,” Fordo announces, and the datapad whizzes by Alpha’s nose to land on his stomach.

Alpha smacks Fordo for good measure and picks up the datapad. As reluctant as he is to indulge his brother’s antics, he’s intrigued by the news. ARC recruits are few and far between these days.

It’s one of Skywalker’s di’kute, cross-trained from the infantry ranks.

“And you’re in luck,” Fordo continues, helping himself to the spot on the bed by Alpha’s feet. “He’s on planet now. You can give him the ARC speech.”

“ARC speech?”

“You know, do honor to your brothers and Jango, et cetera. The usual osik.”

“Shove off,” Alpha says. “I don’t give a - ”

“Whatever you say, ner vod.”

“I’m not - don’t look at me like that!”

“Like what?” Fordo asks innocently.

“You little - ”

Just as Alpha readies himself to throw something at Fordo - or tackle him head-on - the door slides open, followed by an uncertain, “Sir?”

Alpha straightens in time to see a trooper in full armor tuck his blue-striped helmet under one arm. His face is studiously blank, but there’s a smile playing on his lips.

“Four-one-oh-eight, sir,” the trooper says unprompted, apparently unbothered by the awkward silence. “I hope I didn’t disturb you.”

“Not at all,” Alpha says, and takes care to step on Fordo’s foot as he approaches the trooper. He ignores the ensuing yelp and instead opts for, “What can I do for you?”

“The general referred me to you. Seemed to think I could pick up a few pointers.”

“That would be Skywalker?”

“Got it in one, sir.” Now the trooper gives a wry grin. “He recommended me for ARC training.”

“Got a name, kid?” Fordo asks, playing the steady ori’vod he absolutely is not.

“Ike, sir.”

“Well, Ike,” Fordo says, “glad to have you.”

“Don’t let Skywalker get in your head too much, yeah?” Alpha puts in.

Ike’s grin widens. “Yeah, I’ve heard stories.”

“If you’ve made it this far, you’ve already got more self-preservation than the general,” Alpha reassures him, offering a sardonic smile of his own.

“I’d like to think so, sir,” the trooper answers, almost sincere if not for the look of mischief in his eyes.

Yeah, Alpha likes this kid. If he’s careful, he may even make it past his first deployment.

Alpha claps him on the shoulder. “Welcome aboard, ner vod.”

[slutsofren]

satiated

din x neutral reader x paz; 2.8k words

summary: home from a long term job, you’ve come to realize how incredibly touch starved you are. good thing there’s two men who are more than willing to help seeing as they are in the same boat as you are.

read on ao3 here

content warnings: none, just soft snuggling with two idiots, playful banter, bounty hunter & mandalorian reader, gender neutral / unspecified pronouns, this is so self indulgent sorrynotsorry

/

Arriving back into the covert beneath the market on Nevarro, your bones ached. Although you were sore you couldn’t stop yourself from walking with a bit of a pep in your step. This most recent quarry had a wonderful price tag, if you say so yourself. The surplus in funds you were bringing back to your tribe was more than enough to give some of the younglings armor and more than enough credits would be left over for medicine and food. It was a blessing that you silently thanked the stars for.

A few heads turned to look at you as you passed by, undoubtedly eyeing the canvas bag you held in your left hand. The credits softly clinked together from inside. You stormed past the onlookers, not paying attention to the helmets swiveling to watch you as the whispers started. Being gone so long and returning with one of the highest payouts your covert has seen in quite some time was surely going to give rise to tensions, you worried.

Reaching the Armorer’s hall, you sat down gently on the bench after she acknowledged your presence, the canvas bag in your lap. Her hammer beat down on the metal she was working on, after a dozen beats she spoke, “You have returned.” 

Not a question nor a welcome but a statement. Sometimes you never knew what to expect of the Armorer. At times you wondered if the helm that clouded her expressions that made you weary or it possibly could be the tone that never gave away her feelings that set you on edge. Either way, you never wanted to be on her bad side.

You nodded at her words and reached inside the bag on your lap. Inside you felt for the bundle that was worth all the trouble you went through this past month. A single quarry worth his weight in credits. It was nearly too good to be true but the bastard did put up one hell of a fight if you were being honest.

You laid the gold and silver ingots on the table before you in their retrospective piles then reached back into the pack for the next bundle. Inside the second were credit chips. Each one worth more than the next.

“You have supplied your tribe well,” the Armor praised only taking a brief look at what you displayed. She stopped her work and approached the table, taking another few moments before she sat across you. “This will fund several younglings.”

“The younglings are our future. I will always provide, Armorer.”

“This is the way.”

“This is the way,” you repeated. 

She took a few credit chips and passed them back across the table to you saying nothing. You hesitated to reach out for them to push them back across to her, giving her all of the bounty until she raised a hand to stop you. “All these years and you’ve never taken more than two percent of your earnings to live on. Take these. You’ve more than earned them. The rest will go back into the tribe.”

“I-,” you stammered. Before you could finish whatever noncommittal excuse to not accept the credits back, heavy footfalls echo through the tunnels and come to a slow stop behind you. The room suddenly shifts and takes on a thick radiating tension.

“You’re alive after all, vod,” says a raspy deep voice, echoing ever so slightly off the metal walls, interrupting your conversation with the leader of the tribe.

Paz Vizsla.

Without turning around to face the large brute you replied with a steady tone, “I am, vod.” Praise to the stars that your face was hidden behind your helmet because you beamed with a smile that you weren’t able to suppress. You were glad to be in Paz’s presence once again.

He lingered behind you for a breath and another until the Armorer spoke up. “Your contribution to the Tribe is greatly appreciated. You may leave.”

Less of a suggestion and more of a demand, you gathered. You stood, making what you assumed was eye contact with the Armorer as she gave you a small nod, gesturing a hand towards the credits still lying on the table. Still unsure, you took what was graciously given to you then pocketed them, prepared to make your exit of the hot room. As you turned around and stepped aside the small bench you had occupied, Paz in all his annoying glory blocked the entrance. His large body stood in the doorway and you let out an annoyed groan. 

“Paz Viszla, stay. I have use of you yet,” the Armorer called. Paz’s shoulders stiffened a bit before he reluctantly sidestepped you and took the seat where you previously were. With that, you left.

You made a beeline straight for Din Djarin’s quarters, hoping he was in his room. A tentative knock on the door and you could faintly hear some soft shuffling on the other side. The door swiftly opened and there was that beskar-clad di’kut you wanted to see.

Din spoke your name softly and moved aside to let you enter. As soon as the door shut he leaned towards you, the two of you partaking in a Mandalorian kiss, a keldabe. His towering body pushed your back against his door. “You were gone so long, cyare.” Beloved.

“I know, I’m here now,” you sighed happily. You wrapped your arms around his armored body and felt your heart swell. Din placed his hands against your waist, no doubt inhaling your scent as you were of him. You missed this, missed him, missed both of them.

In your heart, you knew you wanted to shed all the layers of fabric and metal that kept you both from touching each other the way you really wanted. It was just too early to indulge in such things, something you shared with both Din and Paz, two of the strongest albeit airheaded warriors in the tribe.

“Cyare,” Din started, “Promise me you’ll never be gone as long as you were this time. I-, we, were both worried.”

You leaned back, resting your head against the door, and placed a hand on the cheek of his helmet, “You never have to worry about me, Din Djarin.”

He tilts his head into your hand and his shoulders noticeably relax. He whispers your name ever so softly in that warm voice of his and he lowers himself to pick you up. Your legs wrap around his body instinctively as he leads the two of you to his modest couch.

If there was one thing you loved about Din Djarin, it was his ability to live as modestly as possible. He was never one to be frivolous with his credits like some of the other Mandalorians have the potential of being. He was a man of as few possessions as he was with words.

He sat on the couch with you still on top as you laid into his chest, trying to shake off your day and seek warmth from him. “Will you tell me of your adventures,” he asked softly.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, accidentally knocking your two helmets together which led you both to have a small chuckle. When you finally found yourself comfortable, Din interrupted you, “You smell like a firefight, you know?”

A snort left your nose, “Thanks for reminding me I need to shower.” You couldn’t see it but you knew Din was smiling as much as you were in this comfortable moment. He didn’t respond, only reserving the seconds to minutes the two of you got to share like this.  “We can talk about my adventures another day, Din. For now, let’s enjoy this.”

Din accepted your request and soon both of you began breathing in synch, relaxing into each other's embrace. After ten, maybe more minutes, you piped up, “Paz is probably waiting.”

The unspoken invitation lingered between the two of you. Din raised his gloved hands and rested them against the sides of your helmet. “I missed you.”

The smile you had trickled into your voice as you said, “I hate being out there without you, you or the other di’kut.” You wrapped your gloved fingers around his wrist as you admitted this. 

Din nodded as you let go of him and stood. He rose from the couch and took a step towards the door then held his hand out for you to hold. No more words needed to be spoken now, not when the most important part of your covert life was just within reach.

The two of you continued to hold hands as you walked through the halls of the covert, still ignoring the lingering gazes of the other Mandalorians. The tribe more or less knew what was happening between Din, Paz, and yourself but quite frankly, you didn’t care. It didn’t matter if this was conventional or even allowed. As long as the three of you continued to bring in credits and provide for the tribe- nobody whispered a damned thing.

Stars help the first bastard to confront the three of you about it.

Arriving at Paz’s door, you entered the code for his quarters and the door swished open and Din let you in first, ever the gentleman.

The two of you entered the heavy infantryman’s living quarters quietly. Paz, as much of a brute he was, enjoyed his silence and quite frankly, each of you needed this- whatever this was. Din stepped around you and began to strip his armor off and you followed suit quickly. Backs turned to each other to give some semblance of privacy, soon you were both stripped down to your helmets and bare clothing essentials, a tank and soft shorts.

You were the first to finish undressing since, quite frankly, you wanted out of the leather and durasteel more than anything. Your skin itched to be free from its confines.

Din reached for your hand gently as he gestured to Paz’s room with a nod of his head, entwining your fingers together. Without the thick leather keeping your hand warm, it was Din’s own heat. His large hand encompassed yours and you felt a rush go down your spine. This is what you craved, what all of you craved.

“Cyare,” Paz sighed behind you. He entered the living area of his modest home, stripped down just like you and Din, he opened his arms wide towards you and you all but ran into his embrace, letting Din’s hand go. Paz wrapped his arms around your exhausted body and the two of you nearly clinked the other’s helmet together from the hug.

Din’s light footsteps fell behind you as he held you from behind, joining the hug. Paz shoved Din back lightly and cursed, “Hey, this is my hug, back off.”

You laughed while sandwiched between the two men and asked, “What did the Armorer want today?”

He looked down at you and shrugged, arms still around your body. “She wanted an update on weapons since somebody,” he squeezed at your sides, “brought us back enough funds to stock up.”

“We’re proud of you,” Din says behind you. 

You shrugged a bit, trying to hide the enormous boost to your ego before Paz let go of you and took your hand. You took Din’s own hand in your other one and the heavy infantry Mandalorian led you all down the hall to his bedroom. As soon as you entered you jumped into his rather large bed, not even bothering to stifle the giggle that welled up inside you. Your body bounced on the bed and Din sat on the left side of the bed, leaving room for you to flop around.

“What happened to being exhausted,” Din joked.

“That was before I took off the beskar, now I’m practically ready for playtime!”

The two men laughed at your sudden liveliness. Paz reached into a crate near his bed and retrieved an oversized fur blanket just for you and tossed it on the bed before nearing the solar light and quickly turning it off.

Soon the faint sounds of hisses filled the air. With heavy sighs from each of you, the three of you dropped your helmets off onto the floor beside the bed. Then you felt Paz’s large arm wrap around your middle, gently pulling you back towards the center of his bed.

“You feel nice, cyar’ika,” his deep baritone voice spoke from your left. Paz was a man of few words but the words he spoke always struck to your core.

“Not as nice as this fur,” you quipped back as you draped it over your prone body.

To your right you felt Din shift onto the bed and felt his hand reach for you. “Share, vod,” Din’s raspy voice called out. A smile plastered across your face as you gave a soft hum, the three of you moved in tandem to find your usual comfortable positions with each other.

“Come now, cyare’se,” loved ones, “behave.”

You felt Din’s chest rumble beneath the hand you held on his chest as you snuggled closer to him. Din always enjoyed it when you playfully scold him. As you finally rested your head against Din’s chest, Paz took his usual spot behind you and you became the perfect middle to this snuggle party.

The three of you created a warm and safe environment for each other where your crave for affection could be satiated and you knew not a single one would betray your oaths to The Way. It’s what led you to this arrangement. That indescribable innate need for companionship without jeopardizing your creed.

Paz’s large warm body curved around you and he began to leave soft kisses along your shoulder blade and the back of your neck, gently moving your hair away so he could press more to your skin.

Beneath you, Din began similar ministrations and kissed upon the crown of your head and drew soft designs with his fingertips across the arm you had draped over his abdomen.

You let out a happy hum at the men, reveling in how gentle they are. No matter how much chaos and death surrounds the three of you, you all can shed those daunting walls in the confines of whatever situation your little trio have gotten into.

Large warm and calloused hands traveled down your back as Paz followed Din and began dragging his fingers in uncoordinated circles on your skin, leaning his solid body against you. “You are nothing but trouble, or’dinii’ika.” Little fool.

“Says the bastard who made a fool of himself in front of the Armorer,” you poked back. Paz’s only response to your sly attitude was to smack your ass lightly that made you laugh.

Din shifts underneath you to lean up a bit and you imagined disbelief across his face, “Paz? Making an ass out of himself, who’d have guessed?” He chuckles.

Paz moves up onto his elbow and threatens playfully, “Don’t make me come over there.”

“I’d like to see that,” you say over your shoulder

Din shifted the arm that was under you and swatted at Paz’s large thigh. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, you two,” he threatens.

The three of you gave a lighthearted laugh and settled back down. Din began his usual ministrations of massaging your arms before you gave in to the one last thing you wanted to savor. 

You turned your body around and sought out Paz’s face in the darkness with your hands, feeling his sharp jaw you leaned towards him and gave him a kiss. You hummed as his large calloused hands wrapped around your body and he sighed against you. Paz opened his lips to deepen the kiss just a little, you barely registered Din behind you giving your shoulders open mouthed kisses too, his hands squeezing your hips. You felt like putty in this warm embrace. 

Before long you pulled away and gave Paz one last kiss before turning back around to Din, ever the most patient Mandalorian. You reached for his face as you did with Paz, only this time you felt the faintest of stubble beneath your hands. You smiled against Din’s lips as he crossed the small space to meet you. Where Paz’s lips were rough, Din’s was soft. Much like the rest of their bodies. As the two of you indulged in your kisses, it was hard to tell where one of you ended and the other began.

Din let out a groan, “Any more and I’ll have to take you cyare.” He pressed his lips against your forehead, his hands still on your waist.

You leaned into his touch as Paz spoke, “Another day, vod. Let our little bounty hunter rest.”

Your heart was so full in this moment with these two rough men who could touch you so softly you’d melt. Soon thereafter, the three of you settled down underneath the fur blanket Paz provided from one of his hunts many years ago. Relaxing against one another, the sounds of slumber filled Paz’s bedroom and you never felt so loved.

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Mistletoe Mishaps Fives x Reader

A/N: So this fic is kinda stupid and was based off of a tumblr post that I can no longer find, but I hope that you guys enjoy it anyways! I have been meaning to post a holiday themed fic but just have not had the motivation to write the one that I had in mind so I hope this one is alright for now! Enjoy! ( @captainrexisboo this is the fic I was talking about)

Length: ~1800 words

Warnings: none :) just shenanigans and fluff

“Are you sure?” You and Fives had stopped just outside of the 501st barracks. “I wouldn’t want to get in the way of you spending the holidays with your brothers.”

 Fives softly smiled at you and took your hand. “Cyare, its going to be fine. I know you’re nervous, but we celebrate just like everyone else in the galaxy does.” He smiled and gave you a light kiss on your forehead. “Plus, the boys love you almost as much as I do. You’re family and we want you with us.”

 You let out a sigh, clearing your mind and felt Fives give your hand a reassuring squeeze. “Alright,” you said with a smile. “Let’s get out of the cold and have some fun.”

Fives’ face lit up as he began pulling you the rest of the way toward the entrance to the barracks. “You’re going to love it Cyare! Echo makes the best hot coco, and this is the only time of year you will see Rex convince Cody to wear civies on the base!”

 Giggling at Fives enthusiasm, you quickened your pace until you were at the door. Fives opened it and held it for you as the warm light from the party inside spilled onto the snowy ground. You stepped inside and felt the chill from the wind already begin to disappear.

 “Y/N!” You heard your name said cheerfully from all over the room as everyone turned to smile at you.

 “Glad you could make it,” Rex said as he walked up to you with a cup of hot coco in his hands. “Its so good to see you!”

 You took off your coat and hung it up before turning to give Rex a hug. “Thanks for having me,” you said with a smile. “It’s nice to see all of you again.”

 “Of course!” He looked around before leaning and whispering to you. “Plus, you being here makes Fives more likely to behave.”

 You and Rex chuckled before turning to walk further into the party with him and Fives.

 You look around the room to see members of the 501st and 212th laughing and having fun. All of them are wearing civilian clothes with some of them wearing holiday sweaters. Echo is standing in the back near the tree that the 501st had smuggled in talking to Tup and Dogma. You see Echo finish saying something before they all begin to laugh. Dogma was unfortunate enough to be taking a drink of his coco at the same time and accidentally spills it on himself before he starts coughing and Echo and Tup start laughing harder.

 You hear a frustrated yell come from the Sabacc table before looking over to see a very pleased Kix gathering up the pot from the middle as Boil throws his cards down. Waxer pats Boils arm and Cody chuckles before holding his hand out to Wooley and Obi-Wan who both begrudgingly hand him a few credits.

 You saw that Cody and Obi-Wan were wearing matching 212th colored sweaters before turning to Rex. “So, how angry was Cody when he found out you got them matching sweaters without him knowing?”

 Rex followed your eyes over to Cody and laughed. “Oh, he was pretty pissed at me at first but warmed up to the idea when General Kenobi complimented him on it. I could feel his face heating up from across the room.”

 You laughed and kept taking in the scene around you. There were lights and decorations covering the walls and tables set up all around the room with different kinds of fun things to do. There was a long table near the door to the kitchen that was covered in food that Jesse and Hardcase were mingling around. They looked like they were up to something, but you shook it off as them just having fun with their time off.

 You took a deep breath in and could smell the hot coco that Echo had made wafting in from the kitchen door. You looked toward the kitchen, thinking about getting some when you saw that mistletoe had been hung from the top of the frame. You smiled and reminded yourself to drag Fives over there at some point before you felt his hand on your back.

 “Do you want some hot chocolate cyar’ika? I’m on my way over there,” Fives asked with a tender smile.

 You gave him a small kiss on the cheek. “Sure! That would be great!”

 He began walking toward the kitchen before you motioned to it with your head. “So, are some of the others partners coming tonight? Is that why you guys put mistletoe up?”

 Rex gave you a confused look. “Hmm?” He followed your eyes toward the kitchen and his face loosened up. “Oh, you mean the mistlefoe? I’d steer clear of that if I were you,” he said chuckling before taking a sip of his coco.

 Your eyes went wide in surprise. “I’m sorry. The what?”

 “You know? Whoever gets caught under it with another person has to fight them before someone yields? It’s a holiday tradition for us to hang one up somewhere and to—”

 “AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!”

 You looked over and saw Jesse barreling toward Fives in the kitchen doorway before tackling him to the ground and moving to put him into a headlock. Fives eyes widen before he reaches up and grabs onto Jesse, throwing him onto the ground. Everyone in the room starts to either laugh or cheer as they begin wrestling with each other. Fives quickly gets behind Jesse and puts him in a light chokehold. Jesse starts squirming and trying to get out of it while Fives laughs and keeps him restrained. “Do you yield yet vod?!”

 Jesse growls and tries to break free. “No!” He reaches up to try and get a grip on Fives. “I’m not going to let you win that easily!”

 They are both breathing heavily as they squirm around on the floor. Fives mischievously laughs. “Ha! Well, that’s too bad vod cause I’m not going to let you go until you yield!” He tightens his grip slightly as Jesse keeps struggling to break free.

 About a minute goes by and you see Jesse start to get tired before he stops trying to break free. “Fine,” he huffs out. “I yield.”

 Cheers erupt around you and you see a few of the men around you exchanging credits with each other. Fives lets go and pushes himself to his feet before helping Jesse up. “You sure as hell surprised me vod,” he said as he affectionately punched Jesse in the shoulder before giving him a handshake. “I’ll give you that.”

 Jesse rolled his eyes and smiled before walking back over to a wheezing Hardcase and whacking him upside the head.

 Fives turned to you and gave you a wink and a smile before going back to get the coco he was originally after.

 You started laughing and brought your hand up to your face.

 Rex chuckles. “What’s so funny?”

 You keep laughing. “It’s just, that’s not exactly what I thought that was going to be for.”

 “What did you think it was for if not that?”

 You shake your head and lightly laugh. “Well, usually the mistletoe is hung up over a doorway and whoever is caught under it has to kiss the other person. That’s why I asked about your guys’ partners.”

 Rex starts laughing into his mug while Fives walks up with your coco.

 He pushes it into your hands and gives you a confused look. “What’s so funny?”

 You take a sip of your coco and smile as you get an idea. “I’ll tell you later.”

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The party had been going on for a couple of hours now, and everything was starting to wind down. Presents had been exchanged as well as a couple more punches in the doorway to the kitchen. You had talked with everybody at the party and your sides had hurt from laughing too much at least ten times that night.

 With everything calming down, it began to get a bit quieter and the sounds of light conversations were drifting through the air.

 You had just finished a conversation with Kix and were looking around for Fives. You saw him standing over at the window looking out at the snow while sipping on hot chocolate. He had his left hand in his pocket while the right was holding his cup.

 You walked over to him and sild your hand down his arm until he took his hand out of his pocket and grabbed yours. You rested your head on his shoulder and looked out the window with him.

 “What are you thinking about?”

 Fives hummed and gave your hand a light squeeze. “Just how I wish things could be like this all the time.”

 You looked up at him. “What do you mean?”

 “I mean… All of us together having a good time. Not having anything to worry about. Plus, I don’t like being away from you as long as I am most of the time.”

 You sighed and squeezed his hand before pulling him into a hug. “I don’t like being away from you either and I wish that things could be like this all the time too, but I know one thing that you’ll never have to worry about.”

 He set his cup on the windowsill and wrapped his arms around you. “And what’s that?”

 You smiled into his chest as he put his head on top of yours. “You’ll never have to worry about me not being here for you when you get back.” You lightly squeezed him. “You will never be rid of my love no matter how hard you try.”

 You heard his voice reverberate throughout his chest as he chuckled.

 The two of you stood there holding each other for a few minuets before you mischievously smiled. “Hey,” you said as you gently pushed him away. “I have something that might take your mind off of this stuff.”

 He perked up and nodded, urging you to continue.

 “Want to know what Rex was laughing at earlier?”

 He watched you questioningly as you reached into your pocket and pulled out the mistletoe you had stolen from the kitchen doorway. You held it up above your head and gave him a smirk as he looked at you, completely lost.

 You chuckled and rolled your eyes before you grabbed onto his sweater and pulled him into a kiss. He squealed in surprise before melting into the kiss. He brought his right hand up to hold your chin while his left hand snaked around your waist to pull you closer.

 You pulled apart and looked up at his smiling face. “So, what do you think of my holiday tradition?”

 He smirked and looked up like he was musing over it. “I think,” he said as he pulled you closer against him, “I want to do it again.”

 He brought his hand up to cup your cheek as you smiled and leaned in to press another kiss to his lips. Smiling the whole time.

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Kiss Me Before I Lose My Mind

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“Make sure the room is set up for surgery,” Kix says into his comm link.

“He is losing a lot of blood,” another medic says as he presses his hands into the injuries of the commander.

Kix nods as he conducts a scan of the 212th commander and announces, “excessive blood loss, decreasing pulse, high blood pressure,” into his comm.

Rex watches in horror as Cody is taken towards the med bay. He follows behind the medics closely, not wanting to lose sight of Cody. Rex’s heart in his throat at the sight of the commander’s injuries. The injuries are pretty serious and Rex cannot help but think that Cody may not survive.

The medic rushes Cody into the room, the door slamming shut behind him, leaving an anxious Rex behind. Rex does the only thing he can do at that moment and paces, needing to let out some of his restless energy.

For as long as he can remember, they have been keeping each other safe and looking out for each other. These last three years especially. Despite the war and all the hardships that the other has faced, they always offered the other comfort and understanding.

And along the way their relationship changed. Cody was Rex’s brother, but he was so much more than that to Rex. Cody meant more to Rex than any other vod. Rex would do anything for Cody, even as far as giving his own life for the man if he needed to.

The fact that Cody’s life is on the line does not sit well with the 501st captain. He is not willing to say goodbye to Cody, he cannot lose him. And Rex regrets not telling Cody.

The sound of the door sliding open pulls Rex from his thoughts. He snaps his head in the direction of the medic, needing an update on Cody.

“He is recovering right now. You can go in and see him, if you would like,” Kix says.

Without waiting another minute Rex makes his way through the door and to Cody's bedside. “You scared the osik out of me, Cody. Please don't ever do that again,” Rex says as he takes a seat in the bed.

Kix places his hand on Rex’s shoulder. “He is going to be out for a while, why don’t you go get some rest?”

“I think I am going to stay here for a bit, if that is alright,” Rex states. Kix gives a small nod as he walks away to check on his other patients. He knows that Rex needs to be by his brother’s side if only to convince himself that Cody will be alright.

The steady beats of the monitors attached to the commander eased the restless captain. Because as long as those monitors were beeping, it meant that Cody was going to pull through.  

Rex takes Cody's hand in his and lets out a soft sigh. “I thought I was going to lose you. I need you to keep fighting for me.”

Rex gives Cody’s hand a gentle squeeze and rubs his fingers against the pulse point in the commander’s wrist, marveling in the feel of his heartbeat. It gives him the courage he needs to start talking.

“There are so many things that I haven’t had the chance to tell you, Cody. Things that I should have told you a long time ago but never did. Because I couldn’t. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. It was a risk I was unwilling to take. And who knows, maybe if I told you earlier it would have worked out the way that I wanted to. But today made me realize that I almost lost my chance, I almost lost you.

“So, here goes nothing. For the last three years I have been hiding how I truly feel about you. Part of me was hoping that you would figure it out on your own because I was too afraid to tell you. But you never did. And I suppose that maybe I hid my feelings a little too well. But I am done hiding.

“I can’t believe I am about to say this but you need to know it. You mean so much to me, more than any other vod. Because I love you, Cody. And it is different from the way I love all of our vod; it is the way I would love my riduur.

“I just thought that you should know. And today’s events made me realize the importance of telling you. Because having to say goodbye to you without you knowing how I feel would have killed me. And I would rather die.”

A gentle squeeze stops Rex’s rambling but it is the voice that stops his heart. “You are such a di’kut.” Rex turns his attention to Cody and catches his honey gold eyes. “But I guess you are my di’kut.”

Rex makes a move to go get up but Cody stops him. “I should inform Kix that you are awake,” Rex states.

“It can wait a moment,” Cody retorts. “I think we need to talk about what I just heard.”

“And what did you hear?” Rex questions, hoping against hope that Cody did not hear his confession.

“You love me?” Cody asks, confirming Rex's suspicion that he heard everything.

A part of Rex wants to deny it but another part knows that he could not hide this from Cody any longer. The latter part wins out.

“Yes,” Rex quietly admits.

“Good because I love you too,” Cody casually says.

Rex lets out a relieved laugh. “You do?” he asks disbelievingly.

“Yeah. It seems that we were both holding back on our true feelings for years. And quite frankly, I think it is about time we ruin our friendship.”

“What?” Rex asks, confused.

“I think it is high time we take the next step, don't you think?” Cody states.

“Yes, a million times yes,” Rex says. A smile forms on his face and he leans in. “Kiss me before I lose my mind.”

“Can’t have that happen,” Cody says as he closes the gap between them. Their lips meet in a chaste kiss which is quickly deepened by Cody.

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Mando'a translations:

osik: shit vod: brother riduur: spouse di'kut: idiot

[detroitbydark]

Title: Tell Me That Your Soul Lies Now

Relationship: Sev/OC/Scorch

Warnings: Mention of blood and needles used in medical care

Summary: A Stowaway complicated what should be an easy night.

A/N: Based on a HC that Sev and Scorch both end up at Kyrimorut and adopted to Walon Vau. Love, Family, and the ties that bind come into play. I hope you enjoy!  

The Midnight Duke was an unassuming Corellian life class transport, a pre Clone Wars relic retrofitted to meet clan Vau's very particular, discerning tastes. 

Quick, fast, and armed to the teeth it got the job done ferrying Walon Vau’s adopted sons from one bounty to the next. The sons themselves were more than competent to take it from there with efficiency and expertise bred from a jar on Kamino and a lifetime of training by one of the most ruthless Mandalorians to ever exist. 

Dust settles in a thick layer over the Duke’s matte black hull. Its exit from the outer rim asteroid belt had been… dicey and it would need a new coat of paint in the coming days.

It had a lot of things, typically a dead body in storage wasn’t one of them.

“Fek!”

“Wha-“ Scorch barely misses his brother’s arm as he snaps back a step, exposing the open cargo hatch for inspection with a put-upon indignation only he was capable of. There’s a duffle of ordinance, kit and-

“What is this?” Sev’s growl reverberates through his buyce accusingly. Scorch eyes the curled up figure draped in a thick layer of clothes reminiscent of the mining colony they’d just left. 

“People-cicle.” What the hell did he expect him to say? He hadn’t stored a body away. He was in charge of the bounties. The heads of the two marks had been in the bounty bag which was now very empty and in need of laundering because A. Trandoshan blood stank to malachor and B. Human blood was just messy.

“Maker if I know.”

The sun over Kyrimorut was quickly beginning to sink down into the mountainous waste to their north and with it went the warmth of the late season day. They just needed to finish post mission once-over and they could take the speeders the five kliks from the airfield to the warmth of the karyai and a hot meal.

“Maker,” Sev growls again, “Buir is not going to be happy about this”

Buir. It still felt wrong to call the Sarge anything but Sarge. Scorch was sure he’d get used to it eventually. Sev had, oddly enough, but Scorch didn’t really question his vod’s rush to accept their former trainer as his father. The sullen commando had always sought Walon Vau’s approval. It was no worse than the vode of Skirata’s clan and their hero worship of their Kal’buir. 

“We’ll dump it off and be done with it,” Scorch offers, “Animals will take care of it and that’ll be- wait.” A quick blink through his HUD menu brings up an advanced heat scan.

Sev toes at the body with his boot. “What am I waiting on?”

“They're still alive. I got a vital readout. It’s not much but-“ The two clones stand shoulder to shoulder staring at the prone sentient.

“I slot ‘em and we pretend we never saw a thing?”

“The old man’s gonna know either way. Not sure what gets us in more trouble.”

At his side, Sev grunts. Wal’buir knew things.  It was uncanny and downright terrifying. As cadets they’d never been able to get one by the old Mando - not that Sev had ever tried - but Scorch had plenty and had more than a few scars to prove he’d been caught. 

“Kriff.” Sev lets out an uncharacteristic laugh. “Bring it back and Skirata will probably adopt it.”

Scorch can’t help the grin that spreads across his face, “or marry it off.”

“I’m not gonna carry it.” 

The argument that he’d saved both their shebs earlier is about to leave his mouth when a small feminine whine rises from the half frozen sentient. “Well that settles it”

“Marriage,” they both agree in unison.

It’s been a while since he’s been around a woman not already wed or destined to be wed to one of his extended family. Suddenly the idea of carrying the unfamiliar being doesn’t seem so off-putting. 

At least it wasn’t the bounty bag.

———

Buir was going to let them have it. Sev could handle the dressing down from Kal Skirata but he wasn’t sure he could handle it from Vau. 

His stomach twists in knots. The early signs of panic, the ones he was intimately familiar with - brought about by the only father figure he’d ever known - were beginning to make themselves known. He can feel his heart rate picking up. The thick nerf hide sticks to each finger as his palms begin to sweat in his gloves.

He wouldn’t have been able to get away with slotting the grubby stowaway and dumping the body, of that he is sure, there was no good way to keep it clean. Either the Duke or he were going to be covered in it and the water pumps at the strip had gone out a week before. They’d brought the replacement back but it would take one of Kal’s boys to plumb it up. 

“Ordo’s going to have kittens.” Scorch’s voice rings clear through his comms.

“Yeah, Bes is pregnant with what...” He rattles off the names of the clans ad in his head and begins assigning them to parents. “Number three?”

“Yeah, he’s always got a kad up his shebs when she’s carrying. This is going to royally piss him off.” 

Sev watches as Scorch readjusts the woman in front of him. She’d started shivering after they’d yoinked her from her spot in storage. Still hadn’t woken but It was a good sign. Her body seemed to actively be trying to warm up. They figured they’d help it along and wrapped her snugly in a thermal sheet from the emergency kit. Before Sev had at least been able to see her nose, a set of dark brows and fluttery lashes, nothing too unlike those some of his sister-in-laws had, now it was only the closed lids of her eyes visible. For all intents and purposes she looked like a bantha wrap he’d gotten from a food cart last time they’d been on Coruscant. 

Per the limited data from their HUDs she probably wasn’t in much better shape. She seemed stable, but it wasn’t guaranteed even with the vheh’yaims medical center and the clan’s skills she’d survive the long haul. They’d spent two days in hyperspace and she spent that time in a minimally heated interior storage compartment. The bloody marks along the hatch’s interior showed that she hadn’t had as comfortable a ride as they had. It was another thing they’d need to clean up but it could wait a day or two.

There were no ration wrappers, no canteens of water in the hold with her. They’d looked. 

Hypothermia was her biggest issue but dehydration wasn’t far behind, and the ease with which Scorch had lifted her left him to believe that malnutrition had been an ongoing issue. The bulk of her was the thick rough clothes the miners had worn. 

“We take her to Wal’buir before Skirata gets his turn. Let buir decide what to do.” The speeders rumble to life as they take off from the small airfield and head in the direction of home.

It takes less time then he remembered to cover the distance from the airstrip to the sprawling compound they called home.

“Look,” Scorch notes merrily, “they left the lights on for us.”

By the time they’re pulling up to the vheh’yaim Sev feels his breath coming rapidly. 

“Maybe the old man’s having some ti’haar with the neighbors?” Scorch sounds hopeful as he pulls his buyce off one handed and clips it to his belt. “We get her into medical and then have to explain our fek up. Mij should still be here.” He hopes aloud that the family doctor was still rotating through before heading back to Enceri. 

Mij Gilamar was a good a doctor as any clone commando, null, or trooper could ever hope for. If their guest made it through the next few days she’d do good to thank Gil.

Sev throws his leg over the speeder and grabs for his kit and the bounty bag while his brother jostles the woman into a better hold. The lights shine through the low windows peering into Skirata clan’s karyai and Sev can imagine his buir sitting by the warm fire drinking the potent Mandalorian liquor and busting Kal Skirata’s gett’se about something.

“Su cuygar Ad’ike.”

Or not.

Both men snap to. Instead of “Sir” an acknowledgement of “Buir” is barked. If Vau notices the near comical response he doesn’t let on. His golden eyes are narrowed firmly on the package in Scorch’s arms.

Sev isn’t sure he’s ever seen his brother lost for words and Scorch must decide today wasn't going to be the day.

“We brought a present. Heard Kal’buir is trying to settle Mereel down. Think this will work?”

Vau, emotionless stony Vau, stands for a moment before the hint of a sly smile flashes at the corner of his mouth. Sev’s heart jumps. The smile falls away with such quickness that had the man himself not trained him to be the best, Sev would have questioned if it had ever been present to begin with.

“Shall we get our guest set up? Maybe you boys can explain how you managed to bring home a stray while we do?”

Yeah they we’re in trouble. He can hear Scorch gulp through his comms as Vau turns away and heads towards the main entrance of their home.

Growing up with so many brothers, child soldiers who were destined to grow up too soon, Sev had never been privy to concepts like privacy. It shouldn’t irk him that eyes follow them as they enter the vheh’yaim, following their father through the one of the many different spokes off the main karyai toward medical. The low flicker of fire light catches on the rich golden plates of Mij Gilamar’s beskar’gam.

Without much more than a tired sigh, the silver haired Mando finishes his drink and rises from his spot near the fire to follow.

Sev finds himself thankful that even amongst the faces like his own, Ordo Skirata’s was not present. He wasn’t in the mood to hear what Kal Skirata’s golden child would have to say. He’d have to hear it eventually but he hoped he could at least grab a shower and hot meal before he had to deal with the Null.

Scorch elbows him in the side and Sev casts him a questioning glance. “In your head again, vod?”

“Just worrying about Ord’ika.”

“I would be less concerned about Ordo,” Vau remarks casually, “and more about me.”

To their left, Mij Gilamar huffs out a laugh as he motions for Scorch to lay the patient out. “Let’s worry about the aruetii first shall we? Where’d you pick this one up?” the doctor asks as Scorch begins to help him liberate her from the thermal blanket and then layer after layer of thick and dusty fabric. 

“New asteroid mining station in the outer rim, Kappa Black,” Sev offers, “and we didn’t know we even had her on ship.”

It takes gett’se to openly admit that in front of his training Sergeant but Vau says nothing.

Scorch picks up where Sev leaves off as the last layer of outer clothes is tossed aside. Sev had been right. There really wasn’t much to the woman underneath the bulk of gear.

“We picked off the bounties. Cake walk.” The demolitions expert chirps happily but Sev can hear the well hidden undertone of anxiety in his voice. “We got in. We got out. Didn’t stop to sight see.”

Vau looks down his nose, glancing slowly from one to the other and then to the girl being hooked up to tubes and monitors. “It appears you didn’t stop to check your ship over either.”

“We had to leave in a hurry. She’d tucked herself behind gear,” Sev explains, knowing it wouldn’t be good enough, “We-“

A cry rises up from the bed as the woman’s eyes shoot open. He knows panic when he sees it.

“Fierfek!” Mij curses as his recently placed central line is caught along the bed and yanked from her neck. Fluids flow freely, mixing with a steady stream of blood as the doctor grabs for gauze and fights to press it against the puncture. 

“Some kriffing help would be good,” he grunts as he manages to dodge a fist. 

Sev steps in. He manages to grab both wrists in a single movement, pressing them to the bed as her lower body twists and her legs kick out. He tries to judge his own strength, his hands swallow her wrists. 

“Restraints are in the drawer.” He hears Mij but his eyes are focused on the woman under him. “No! The other drawer.”

“Sorry Doc, gotta lot of drawers here.”

Sev ignores his brother as a leg swings wildly his way, its knee connecting with solid beskar along his back. She doesn’t even flinch. Sev positions his body over hers, swinging a leg over her hip and looping his feet over her thighs. She doesn’t stop fighting. 

“Stop!” He snarls down into her face, voice coming out gruff and modulated through his buyce. Stark blue eyes focus in on him as she suddenly goes deathly still. They stand out against the warm tan of her skin, only a shade lighter than his own. Her hair is a tangle of unkempt curls and knots. She looks feral and wild, bears her white teeth like an animal. Sev adjusts his grip as she begins her fight again, thrashing and bucking under him.

“I said stop!” He snarls again, and something changes in her eyes. Fear flashes. Her snarl turns into a frightened “o” of surprise before he feels her muscles begin to go slack underneath him. He glances to his side in time to see his buir remove the hypo from her arm.

Mij grunts. A bead of sweat glistens at his grey temple. “Always prepared, right Walon? I hope you took into account her body mass because I don’t feel like dealing with a heart that doesn’t want to beat.”

Vau smiles, holding up the still half full syringe and flicking it lightly with a well manicured nail. “This isn’t my first time. Now Sev’ika, please climb off our guest and let’s try this again,” the black armored Mando says calmly.

———

“I don’t like it. It’s too convenient.” 

Scorch rolls his eyes behind the mirrored visor of his buyce. Ordo Skirata has made himself known shortly after Mij had gotten their little stowaway stabilized. She’d be sleeping off the worst of  her hyperspace sickness. If she did decide to wake again they could all be secure in the fact that Scorch himself had tightened down her restraints.

The hot brand Doc found behind her left ear had answered more than a few questions she wouldn’t be able to answer for a while. A slavers mark denoting property of the Mining Guild. Between that and her poor condition, Scorch couldn’t blame her for hopping the first ship off the asteroid belt she could find.

 It did make them thieves technically, but he had strong feelings about people being property and it really hadn’t been the first time they’d creatively acquired something. He’d tried to ask Sev his opinion but he didn’t seem much for banter after they’d found the brand. Even Wal’buir had seemed a bit more disgusted than usual.

Then Kal Skirata showed up at the med bay door with his eldest in tow and a few of Omega’s commandos, Niner and Fi, trailing behind.

And now the adults were talking and it was his job to shut up .

“It doesn’t matter if you like it or not at this point,” Mij was saying firmly, “I’m not about to put a sick girl out.” His eyes flash challengingly to the Skirata clan head. “There’s nothing you can do to change my mind about it either, Kal.”

For his part, Kal Skirata has been fairly quiet, standing to Ordo’s side with his arms crossed loosely over his chest and a contemplative look on his face. Every now and then Scorch would catch old Kal’buir trying to sneak a peek at their acquisition. Scorch also noted both he and Sev had placed themselves between the other men and the bed. He could think of a star cruiser worth of smart things to say, but not one could account for the near-defensive position Sev was taking or Scorch’s own flanking of his brother.

“Besany’s pregnant-“

“Oh really?” Scorch can’t help himself. The words just come out because kriff, was Bes never not pregnant? “I wasn’t aware.” 

Sev snorts to his side as does Niner hovering behind the Null. Fi barely manages a suppressed smile as Ordo’s eyes narrow. Scorch rolls his shoulders, loosening the stiff joints up. It was always about Kal’s boys. It was always cowing down to Nulls. It got old fast. Next to him Sev’s neck pops as he rolls it.

“You got an issue, Scorch?”

“And if he does?” Sev’s voice cuts in. 

It had been awhile since there’d been a good family tussle. It might be time to take it outside and fix that.

“Scorch. Sev.” Walon Vau’s crisp, aristocratic voice cuts through the tension and posturing “Stand down. It’s late and I’m tired.”

Kal tips his head to his Null son. “You too Ord’ika. Everyone is concerned for the safety of the women and children, but if I know your wife she would no sooner have us dispose of an escaped slave as she would one of your deserter vode.”

“We’ve had squads do worse to get here,” Niner adds levelly.

“True, ad’ika,” Skirata agrees pleasantly, taking a step toward the bed. Sev’s sudden step forward seems to reignite the tension as he blocks Kal’s line of sight. The older man casts an appraising look at the Commando and Scorch feels every muscle in his body coil in anticipation. Kal Skirata could play the good natured ba’buir all he wanted, but below the surface he was anything but. He was as cold blooded as it came before you got his family involved, but once you crossed one of his boys Scorch wasn’t sure there was a star system you could hide in that the old Mando merc wouldn’t find you in.

Scorch wasn’t sure where he and Sev placed in the family tree but he wouldn’t be caught unawares if it was time to find out.

“She’ll be our charge,” Vau says cooly, stepping between the two Delta commandos.

“And if she’s brought trouble with her, what then?”

“We let Sev slot ‘er and Mird will have a nice treat,” Scorch offers as if they were speaking of troublesome roba. The mention of Mird is enough to get a shudder from both Niner and Ordo and a wet sound of agreement from the creature itself as it slinks in between Fi’s legs.

The strill circles around its master’s feet before giving Sev and Scorch a cursory sniff. 

“Walon,” Mij Gilamar’s voice is low with warning.

“Lord Mirdalan is an excellent judge of character.” The golden furred creature leaps to the bed with predatory grace. Scorch watches the strill stare expectantly at the sedated woman before turning twice and curling up on her legs. “See?”

Fi, who’d been quietly observing - for once - speaks up after a moment. “It may just be me, but I’m not sure Mird’s approval is necessarily a good thing.”