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[mamuzzy-ordocore]

Can I, can I ask for OrdoEcho? Shippy. Something cute or funny, like when Ordo first tries to feed Echo with uj-cake? :3

Ordo: So? [Intense stare of stressful anticipation] [anxiety intensifies] Echo: The texture is shit and it smells awful. Echo: I won't eat this. Ordo: My compassion is not needed. My kindness was rejected. Ordo: I failed being a good person. Ordo: I failed Buir!!! Ordo: Either I failed or you are just being rude!!! Ordo: I really should strangle the osik out of you!!! Echo: VOD.

There you go, love, Ordo and Echo in their cadet years :3 Ordo shares food with people he loves. But what happens when your cyar'ika is a picky eater? Well, let's just say Echo underestimated the importance of Uj-cake in Ordo's life. Or more like underestimated exactly on what degree is Ordo a walking anxiety-bomb.

Thank you for your request, ith, you made me really happy <333

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Stars Beyond Number. (AO3 link, complete)

Soldiers. Heroes. Deserters. Traitors. They've been called many things. As the Galactic Empire rises from the ashes of the Republic, a small group of clone troopers and their allies will find a new identity: Rebels.

Echo, Rex, and Gregor are on a mission to save as many of their brothers as they can. The task is daunting, and their friends are few. But from these small and desperate beginnings will come a spark of resistance that will set the galaxy ablaze.

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Martyrs and Kings. (AO3 link, complete) Star Wars meets light academia. A post-stasis Kix longfic. Clone medic Kix is a man displaced in time. Captured by Separatists and put into cryostasis when he learned the truth about the clones' inhibitor chips, he awakens fifty years after the end of the Clone Wars. The Republic is gone. The galaxy has changed. And now, the last clone trooper searches for answers with the help of a New Republic historian.

🍋 "Martyrs and Kings AND ZOMBIES!!!" 🍋 - a spooky, sexy one-shot sequel.

Jedi

Cal Kestis

Request: "Cuddles of consolation after a bad day" (GN)

Dark Side

Savage Opress

Part 1: Between the Shadow and the Soul

Part 2: No Other Way

Part 3: Without Knowing How

Part 4: So Close (December 14)

501st Legion

Torrent Company x Reader

Headcanons: Watching a Scary Movie Holovid with Torrent Company

Rex x Reader

🍋 "No Sleep Till Coruscant" 🍋

Request: "Soft looks while cuddling" (GN)

Jesse x Reader

Jesse First Kiss Ficlet (GN)

🍋 "In Which Jesse Gets What He Deserves" (AKA the cuddlefuck fic) 🍋  

🍋"She's Such a Scream"🍋  

Hardcase x Reader

"A Question of Seman-dicks" (GN)

"Hey, Sunshine 💙" (GN)

Dogma x Reader

Quote prompt ficlet (GN)

Tup x Reader

Tup fanart!

🍋 "Do It Again" 🍋

🍋 "Tup à Trois"🍋

The Bad Batch

Hunter x Reader

First kiss ficlet (GN)

🍋 "I Wish All Readers a Very Hunter Life Day"🍋

"Like Home" (GN)

"You Were Warned" (GN; art & drabble)

Crosshair x Reader

"I Know." (GN)

Request: "I'm Right Here." (GN, followup to "I Know.")

"The Plant Prowler of Pabu" (GN)

🍋"Too Early"🍋

Tech x Reader

Request: "Feeling the rumble of their chest when they talk while cuddling/Needing their cuddles even though they have something else to do" (GN)

Request: "Putting your ear against their heart" (GN)

Wrecker x Reader

Request: "Trying to crawl under their shirt" (GN)

212th Attack Battalion

Commander Cody x Reader

"Someday" (GN)

🍋"The Night Before Someday"🍋 (GN)

Boil x Reader

"Double, Double Boil and Trouble (Part 1)" (GN)

"Double, Double Boil and Trouble (Part 2)"

"Double, Double Boil and Trouble (Part 3)"

🍋"Double, Double Boil and Trouble (Part 4)🍋

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🍋"Double, Double Boil and Trouble (Part 5)"🍋

Waxer x Reader

"The Sixth Language (part 1)"

"The Sixth Language (part 2)"

"The Sixth Language (part 3)"

🍋 "The Sixth Language (part 4)" 🍋

"The Sixth Language (epilogue)"

104th Battalion - Wolfpack

Wolffe x Reader

"Sweet as Summer Rain"

🍋"Just a Little Bit More"🍋

Coruscant Guard

Commander Fox x Reader

🍋"In the Matter of Marshal Commander Fox vs. the Stocking Kink, the Court Finds the Defendant Filthy."🍋

Hound x Reader

“Watch and Learn, City Boy, Part 1: Summer" T version | 🍋 M version 🍋

🍋"Watch and Learn, City Boy, Part 2: Autumn"🍋

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Alpha-17 x Reader

🍋"Who's the Alpha Now?" 🍋 (GN)

🍋"Who's the Alpha Now? Part 2"🍋

Neyo x Reader

🍋 "Everybody Hates Neyo." 🍋

🍋 "Everybody Hates Neyo Round 2: Matchmaking Boogaloo" 🍋 (reader got converted to OC)

Neyo first kiss ficlet (GN)

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Accidental first kiss ficlet (GN)

"A Match for Mayday, Chapter 1" (collaboration with @nika6q)

"A Match for Mayday, Chapter 2" 

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🍋"A Match for Mayday, Chapter 4" 🍋

🍋"Life Day Comes but Once Each Year… but Mayday Doesn't"🍋

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🍋 "Nine Lives for Sergeant O'Niner" 🍋 (cowritten with @anxiouspineapple99) 

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"Are You Sure About This?" (GN)

🍋 “Turn It Up When You’re Gone.” 🍋 Part 1

🍋 “Turn It Up When You’re Gone.” 🍋 Part 2

🍋 “Turn It Up When You’re Gone.” 🍋 Part 3

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Jango Fett x Reader

"Promises and Pastry"  

Fenn Rau x Reader

🍋 Fenn Rau Thots 🍋

"The Protector of Chopper Base" (GN)

Request: Falling Asleep in Each Other's Arms (GN)

Bounty Hunters and Mercenaries

Fennec Shand x Reader

🍋"Spotlight"🍋

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Can't Fight This Feeling

HI! This is @sunshinesdaydream here with a Fixer fic for @sev-on-kamino I hope you enjoy this bit of Fixer fluff!  And thanks because I'm now simping for an adjacent clone.  

Title: Can't Fight This Feeling Pairing: Fixer x GN!Reader Warnings: Kissing, Fluff Summary: Fixer and Reader's first kiss Word Count: 1009 Inspired by: the first kiss prompt list, squishes several together.  and this song "Can't Fight This Feeling"-REO Speedwagon

Divider by @djarrex 

You knew they had returned from the mission. Had even already gotten a preliminary list of equipment that would need possible repair or replacement. Eventually Fixer would make his way to the bay in which you did repairs on the gear the various squads used.  He always did. 

  In the beginning he was suspicious.  How could a natborn be qualified enough to maintain their gear? Especially since the men themselves took care of the basics.  After they were debriefed they were sent to drop the gear that needed repair or replacement with you. 

  “What are your qualifications?” He asked bluntly as he set his gear on the counter. 

  “Fixer! You can’t just ask people what their qualifications are!” Scorch had joked immediately with a wink in your direction. 

  “They can ask me anything they want, anytime,” Sev said, with a smirk. 

  “Specialized school from the time I was twelve standard until I was eighteen. Trade school until I was twenty-two standard, where I achieved multiple awards on my work. Then two years working with my planet’s military until it was absorbed into the GAR half a standard year ago. During which I have received three commendations.” You list off as you pick up an ascension cable with a compromised latch. “By my rough estimate that means I have been officially learning and winning awards in my field for as long as you have been alive. And we are not even counting the years I spent as a child learning my craft from my grandmother and father. So if you feel the need to question my abilities I assume I should also feel the need to question yours?”

  Scorch snickered at that, “they told you, Fixer,”  with a little wave he and the other two left, leaving the man behind with you. 

  Rolling your eyes you put the cable in the repair bin and move on to the next piece of equipment. 

  “That piece is beyond repair,” he said, still wearing his helmet. 

  You swore in your native tongue before answering, “feel free to put it to the test when you get this unit back. Until then, if you have a problem with me, take it up with the chain of command.”  You are already inspecting and sorting the next piece of gear. “That should keep you tied up enough that I can actually do my job” 

  Fixer stood in the repair bay with his helmet on for more than an hour watching you until you looked up once to see he had disappeared. 

  After each mission debrief he showed up after that, whether his equipment was damaged or not.  The next time he very quietly asked, “Do you mind if I watch?”

  You shrug, “Sure, if it makes you feel better” before going about your work. Fixer stood quietly, helmet on, against the wall watching. 

  The third time he asked the same, and after about an hour of watching asked a few questions about what you were working on. 

  Eventually he stopped asking if he could stay and took his helmet off. Edging closer to your workbench. The first time he leaned against your workbench he asked, “do you enjoy your work?”

  You pause, ”I guess, I don’t know. It’s just what I do. Haven’t done anything else.  I like fixing things, making sure people are safe,”

  Fixer nodded and continued watching you with few other questions that day. 

  You began seeing him more between missions. He would wander in and watch you work, your conversations expanding. You began asking him what he could tell you about his squad, then planets his missions were on. 

  You look forward to his visits, the somewhat reserved smile that tugs at his lips while his eyes sparkle with hidden humor. 

  Eventually the realization that he has your heart strikes you. Not that anything could be done. It was against regulations for clones to have established romantic relationships. Not that it stopped many of them. It was overlooked for the most part in favor of better morale.  But Fixer.  By the book Fixer would never consider it and you couldn’t bring yourself to ask him to. If the only capacity you could have him was this, you would take it. 

  Fixer always went to be debriefed after every mission. It was what was supposed to happen, so he always did.  So you were surprised when shortly after the alert that their ship had touched down he rushed into your work bay.  

  Ripping his helmet off and dropping it he strode right up to you, grabbing you by the waist with one hand and pulling you closer while grabbing your chin to tilt your face up to his. 

  “Wha, Fixer? Are you sure about this?” You gasped.  

  “Never been more sure about anything,” he said, leaning in and his lips barely brushing yours. Then with a stuttered breath he pulled you to himself and into an overwhelming kiss. You clung to his armor, feeling the scratches and scuffs under your palms assuring you that this was real. 

  After several long moments he pulled back, cradling your face in his still gloved hands. 

  “Thought this was against regulations,” you say, looking up at him.  

  “Kark regulations,” he nearly growled, kissing you again. 

  You pull back, “who are you and what have you done with my Fixer?”

  He grinned, “Yours?” 

  You stammer, unable to form a thought to answer with. He nuzzles against you, “I would like that, would you be mine too?”

  Fighting back tears of emotion you answer, “only if you kiss me again.”  With another grin, he does. 

  A whistle sounded from the doorway, partnered with a “This couldn’t wait until after the debrief?” From Sev. 

  “No,” Fixer said shortly before returning to kissing you.

  “Leave him alone, Sev. He’s finally loosening up!” Scorch answered. 

  “We still need to get to the debrief,” Boss pointed out. 

  Then Scorch was grabbing Fixer by the back of his armor, towing him away. “You can get back to your cyar’ika later, work now,” he said cheerfully. 

[rosmariner]

There are not enough RepComm fanfics out there. I am soooo psyched to read another one!!!!!

In the Moonlight

Summary: You accidentally let it slip you "Used to" have feelings for Niner. Your partner Fi doesn't seem so bothered by it.

Pairing: Niner x Reader x Fi (Clones from Omega Squad in the Republic Commando Series)

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; SMUT, Angst, drinking, threesome (mfm) (no clonecest), unprotected p in v (wrap it up, friends), oral (f and m receiving)

WC: 3.8K

A/N: My love for Omega Squad is unreal. Seriously. These books are incredible. Listened to the song "Moonlight" by Kali Uchis while writing it. ALSO: I HAVEN'T FINISHED BOOK 3 TRUE COLORS YET, so no spoilers lmao. I've just been working on this since I read Hard Contact lmao. I realize that not a lot of people aren’t gonna know the Republic Commando boys and that's okay, I just strongly urge you to read them bc they're literally SO good.

“Cyar’ika… Please come back.” Niner’s deep voice is behind you, following you out of 79s.

Your chest tightens at the term of endearment, but you ignore him, knowing that if you look at him… at those big brown eyes… you’ll end up cracking… and breaking… You should’ve known better than to get drunk with Niner… that’s on you.

“Get back here now.” He practically commands you.

“Or what?” You spit back, continuing to walk away. 

You definitely weren’t expecting his fingers around your wrist. And you definitely weren’t expecting him to spin you around and pull you against his chest, only to gently grab your chin to look up at him. It’s too close… It’s too intimate… It’s too much. The flutter in your stomach is too much.

“You really don’t like to listen, do you?” He muses.

You shrug, jerking your chin away from his strong fingers. “Let go of me.”

It’s a warning. With a sigh, he releases you. 

“I wish you’d just talk to me…” He murmurs. 

You couldn’t talk to him… Not when you felt like this. Not when he feels like this. You start to walk away again, not wanting to stick around to talk. 

“You need to tell Fi.” He calls out. 

Like hell you did. “Kiss my ass, sarge.” 

When you get in the cab, you head back to the barracks, knowing you’re definitely not going to be able to sleep now. 

You’d drunkenly, and stupidly you might add, told Niner that you’d wanted him first… when you first became a pilot. He was who you wanted. But he was distant and weary of you, so you eventually just let it go. You let him go. Or so you thought…

Fi had taken an instant interest in you, always flirting and teasing. How could you say no? You fell pretty quick for Fi. But there was always that little tiny part in the back of your head that just couldn’t let Niner go. 

“You’re back.” Fi looks up from his bunk, delighted, the blue glow of his datapad lighting up his handsome face. “Did you and Sarge have a good time?”

You wordlessly crawl over him in between him and the wall, snuggling into his side. “Too tired…”

He chuckles, placing a soft, sweet kiss to your forehead. “Well, we can talk about it in the morning.”

“Don’t want to.” You accidentally let slip out. 

You dummy… Why couldn’t you have just said goodnight?

“What? Why?” He tosses his datapad to the end of the bunk and looks down at you. “Did something happen?”

You hear the door open and Fi turns his head, finding Niner strolling in. He must’ve gotten a cab right after you. You try to look away, but Fi catches on.

You’re grateful right then that Darman and Atin are gone, doing who knows what for the night.

“What happened?” Fi asks Niner.

“Did you tell him?” Niner asks, thinking that the answer is going to be yes.

“No.” You groan, hiding your face behind your hands.

“I used to like you, you know.” You chuckle.

Niner’s eyebrows raise up. “Did you?”

“I did.” You nod. 

“But Fi-”

“Before Fi… it was you.” You murmur, taking a sip of your drink. 

“I had an inkling.” He apologizes in a way.

“Oh. Great.” You shrug.

“Why didn’t you say-”

“Because I thought you didn’t approve of me… I was a pilot and not a clone and you weren’t the most warm person…”

“Fi was.”

You nod. Fi was the most warm. Still is.

“I’m sorry… if I could-” He murmurs.

“Don’t…” You whisper, shaking your head, unable to look at him. 

“If I could, I would do something about it.” He continues anyway.

You look at him now. “Like get rid of me?”

He smiles, softly. “Like tell you that I love you, too.” 

You nearly drop your drink, confused. Love? Why would he say this now, knowing that your heart lies with Fi… with his vode? 

Angrily, you get up and start toward the door, leaving the bar. Walking away from him… 

Fi looks between you and Niner, eyes begging for someone to tell him what’s going on. How are you supposed to tell the love of your life that you were in love with his brother before him? What if he thinks that you only chose him as a backup when that’s not what happened at all? What if he doesn’t look at you the same way again? Are you prepared to lose Fi? The answer is no. But the look on his face is so heartbreaking that you know that you just can’t lie to him.

“I…” You start, quietly, sitting up on the edge of the bunk, looking up at Fi. 

Why would Niner do this to you? Why would he put you in this position?

Because he loves you and he knows that you still love him… 

Fi kneels down beside you, looking at you, softly. “Cyar’ika… you know you can tell me anything.” 

“I know…” You nod, trying to breathe. 

Fi hands you a canteen with water in it and you take a sip and then a large gulp, just trying to figure out what to say. Honestly, the moment is incredibly sobering.

You sit the canteen down on the floor and look at Niner, who’s sitting in his bunk across from Fi��s. “Before I fell in love with you… I was in love with Niner…”

Fi lets a chuckle slip and you look up at him with furrowed brows. “I already know this. The whole squad knows this.” 

Well, that’s embarrassing.

“A part of me… still does.” You murmur. “Love him, that is… And he loves me too…”

“Is that what this is about? You scared me… I thought something serious happened.” Fi kisses you on the forehead and sits next to you. 

“You’re not angry?” You ask him, confused.

“Of course not.” He rests an arm around your shoulders, pulling you to him and then looking up at Niner. “I’m honestly surprised it took you this long to tell her, Sarge.”

“I don’t understand…” You pull away to look at him. 

“You still love me, right?” Fi smiles.

“Of course.” You nod. “More than anything.”

“And you love Sarge, here, too.” Fi’s smile doesn’t falter even a little bit.

This is the most confusing night of your life. 

“Right…” You murmur, looking over at Niner and find that he’s actually smiling at you.

Your chest tightens at the sight.

“So… we share you…?” Fi suggests, looking between you and Niner.

Your eyes return to your partner. 

“You’d really be okay with that?” You ask him.

“We’re vode… we’ve probably shared worse.” Fi chuckles.

That’s both somehow endearing and gross. 

“There’s no probably about it. We definitely have.” Niner chuckles.

Fi smirks and then looks at you again. “If that’s something you want, then I’m alright with it. All I want is for you to be happy, cyar’ika.” 

Fi would do anything for you. There’s no question about it. He’s absolutely the love of your life. Your whole world. But it still felt like something was missing. 

You suppose that something is Niner.

Squeezing Fi’s hand, you lean over and kiss him. He smiles sweetly when you pull away and then looks over at Niner. 

“Well, what do you say, Sarge?” He asks.

“I’m grateful to even be in your presence.” Niner smiles brightly at you and your chest tightens again. 

Fi nods for Niner to go to you and when your sergeant slides off his bunk, settling between your legs, your breath hitches in your throat. 

“Is… this okay?” Niner murmurs.

When you nod, he slides his warm calloused hands over your bare thighs, your dress sliding up slightly. Niner takes notice and looks like he’s really holding back. Looking over at Fi one more time for a confirmation that he’s truly okay with this, you hold yourself back from touching the man on his knees in front of you.

“Go on, cyare. It’s alright.” He lets you go and leans against the bunk post to watch you with nonjudgmental eyes. 

You turn back toward your sergeant and smile down at him as you slowly cup his face, memorizing each detail and scar to memory. The way that his eyes follow yours until they settle on your lips. He waits for you to lean in, something completely unlike Niner, who usually is a first move kind of guy. 

His hands never leave your thighs as you lean in slowly, brushing your lips against his, making his eyes flutter shut. He lets out the softest sigh, and it’s clear to you that he really and truly wants this. He wants you. 

Your hands slide into his hair, tugging ever so slightly, enough to make him moan. Unable to help but smirk against his lips, you tug again and his grip on your thighs tightens. 

“Careful, mesh’la.” Niner warns you, opening his eyes to slide his hands up to your hips. 

Letting out a soft laugh, you look back over at Fi who’s smiling kindly at you. There really is no jealousy inside of him, is there? How could one person be so kind and loving? 

You reach over for Fi’s black shirt, grabbing the fabric and pulling him to you so that he crushes his lips against, his hands automatically finding your hair and pulling your face closer. 

When you feel Niner’s lips on your neck, you melt instantly, groaning against Fi’s mouth. How is this real? How could you be this lucky? 

Niner’s mouth travels down quickly to your lap. “Lay back, sweetheart.” 

Fi guides you down to the bed but you can’t help but want to watch what Niner’s about to do to you, so you prop yourself up on your elbows, making eye contact with you. He grins immediately, taking his shirt off. 

“Truly not good at listening.” Niner playfully shakes his head.

You guide him back to you with your foot. “You already knew this, Sarge.”

“You have no fucking idea what it does to me when you call me ‘sarge’.” He groans.

“Ew. I call you ‘sarge’.” Fi teases.

Niner shoots Fi a silencing look and then pulls your underwear down, tossing them to the floor and then pushes your dress up. You’re eternally grateful that Darman is with Etain and Atin is with Laseema right then.  

“Take her dress off, Fi.” Niner commands him. 

Fi listens and helps you out of your dress, slipping it over your body and then dropping it to the floor. Niner groans softly at the sight of you and an instant boost of confidence washes over you so you sit up and pull Niner in for a kiss. 

“Pretty girl.” Niner whispers against your lips. 

With a soft whimper against his lips, you run your hands through his hair, pulling him as close as possible. 

“Already fucking addicted to your taste.” He groans.

“Wait til you taste her pussy.” You could hear Fi’s smirk as he talks. 

You look back at him and laugh. Fi sits up to kiss you again and Niner palms your breasts, squeezing and groping you in all the right places, making you whine with need. 

“I think I will.” Niner pulls your lower half down to his mouth and kisses your inner thigh, making you gasp into Fi’s mouth. 

You feel Niner’s warm breath flutter over your already wet warmth, knowing that this man could only be perfect at eating pussy. You still can’t fully comprehend how you got here, in between the two men you love. 

“You alright, cyar’ika?” Niner checks in before going further. 

“Perfect.” You pull away from Fi to promise him, smiling. 

He licks a warm wet stripe up your folds and your hand automatically flies to Niner’s hair again as you groan loudly. He chuckles softly and you glance down at him. 

“Don’t you laugh at me.” You huff, breathlessly.

“Not laughing at you, sweetheart. I’m laughing because Fi was right.” He squeezes your thighs on either side of his head. “You taste fucking incredible.”

“I’m always right, actually.” Fi grins widely at you and you grip his shirt as Niner licks into your desperate cunt, building up your orgasm, already threatening to send you over the edge. 

You’ve waited so long for this. You need it to last longer.

“Niner… stop. I’m gonna cum…” You whimper, trying to pull away.

Niner looks up at Fi, confused. ��She normally want you to stop so she doesn’t cum?” 

Fi shakes his head, just as confused as Niner is. 

“What’s wrong, cyare?” Fi, brushes his lips against your bare shoulder.

You’re shaking slightly from the nerves of it all. “Nothing… I just… I want to cum a certain way with you, Niner…” 

“Oh, sweetheart.” Niner brushes his fingers gently across your cheek, smiling up at you. “Lead the way.”

You pull him up on the bed with you and Fi and Fi moves to the end of the bed to give you and Niner a little space, clearly happy to watch. You guide Niner down onto his back, his head hitting your pillow. His eyes flutter shut as he breathes in.

“I guess now it’s my turn to ask if you’re okay?” You tease, straddling his lap and running your fingers down his bare chest. 

His hands find your bare hips, digging into your soft flesh. “I’m great. Your pillow just smells like you and it really hit me.” 

Maker, he’s so sweet when he wants to be. You lean down and kiss him again, both of you moaning softly against each other. He reaches around you and pulls his hardened length out of his pants, and you can’t help but sneak a look, raising your eyebrows at the sheer girth of him. You’d expect nothing less from Niner. 

“Fuck…” You whisper and then look back at his face.

“You sure you wanna be on top, baby?” He teases.

“I’m already here.” You shrug, making him and Fi laugh. 

“My girl doesn’t back down from a challenge.” Fi grins proudly at you.

You lift up slightly and then start to line your entrance up with Niner’s cock. You spit in your hand and then give his large cock a few pumps, getting his length wet enough. He groans loudly, gripping your hips so roughly you’re sure you’re gonna bruise. But you can’t bring yourself to care, you want to be reminded of tonight. What if they wake up tomorrow and realize that they don’t want to share? What if this is just in the heat of a horny moment? 

You attempt to get out of your head by sinking down on Niner’s cock, and both of you gasp so sharply that you can only look at each other. Niner closes the distance and pulls you down onto him and you can’t help but clench around him already. 

“Fuck…” You both murmur. 

“Fi…” You whisper, holding your hand out for him to come back. 

“I’m right here, baby.” Fi smiles, coming back and kissing your neck. “You good?” 

You can only nod your head, words failing. How do you explain just how good your partner’s brother’s cock feels? You just can’t. 

“Words, cyar’ika. Use ‘em.” Niner grits. 

“I’m good…” You whisper. “I’m good.”

“Permission to fuck you now?” Niner asks, looking up at you. 

“Since when… do you… ask for things?” You tease him.

You can see the look in his eyes darken and you gulp. “Move Fi.” 

Fi chuckles. “Oh, cyare. You’re in for it now.” 

“Huh?” You don’t have time to even finish the word because Niner has you flipped over on your back and somehow is able to push even further into you, causing all the air to momentarily leave your lungs. 

“Fuck you feel so good.” Niner buries his face in your neck, breathing you in as he finds your hands, pinning them to the bed by your head.

You wrap your legs around his waist. “Please… Sarge… I need you.” 

“I know, sweetheart. Don’t worry. I’m gonna give it to you.” He pulls away from your neck to look you in the face.

You know he’s just checking on you again but you need him to move or you feel like you may combust. 

“Maker, baby… you’re soaking the sheets.” Fi notices. 

And that’s when Niner starts to pull out, just to push back in and your eyes roll back in your head. You’re absolutely sure you see stars just from that one thrust. 

“Fi, come look at this.” Niner chuckles darkly, thrusting again and again. “Got her to shut up finally. All she needed was her sargeant’s cock. Isn’t that right, baby?” 

You whimper, unable to form a coherent word. Niner and Fi both chuckle again as Niner starts to pick up his thrusting, angling you perfectly so that his cock goes as far as possible into you. You’re not so sure anyone has ever been able to reach as deep into you like this. Not even Fi, as much as you love him. 

“Maker, you are soaked.” Niner pulls your face to look up at him, meeting his eyes. “All for me and Fi, huh?” 

You nod, weakly. 

“That’s right sweetheart. Doing so fucking good.” Niner leans down and kisses you quickly. “Alright, Fi. It’s time for her to cum.” 

Your eyes quickly meet your partner’s eyes and he smiles down at you, proudly. 

“Aye, sarge.” Fi’s fingers find your clit and you gasp and whine, writhing against Niner, making him groan again as you clench tightly around him. 

“You wanna cum on my cock, baby?” Niner kisses your neck as he releases your hands so he can pull back to sit up on his knees, still fully sheathed inside of you. 

“Please…” You murmur, looking at both men with equal need. “Fi- want your cock too… Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely, cyare.” Fi leans down to kiss you before situating himself on his knees near your head so that he can start to press his cock to your lips. 

You relax your jaw and eagerly take his cock as far as he’ll allow you. Fi’s been so gracious this whole time, he deserves more attention. 

“Maker, I love you.” Fi caresses your hair, praising you sweetly. “So perfect for us.”

You hum around his length as you bob your head over his length in time with Niner’s thrusts, which are starting to speed up a bit as Fi continues to rub your clit so perfectly. The warm feeling starts to pool low in your stomach and you can’t help but clench again for Niner. 

“That’s it. She’s so fucking close.” Niner grins down at you. 

“Oh, sweet girl. Are you gonna finish all over our sergeant's cock?” Fi teases you.

You nod around his cock as Niner decides to pick you up slightly so he can slam into you at a more unforgiving pace, the slapping sounds filling the barracks so perfectly, it’s almost deafening, besides both men’s moans and soft grunts.

“Sorry, Fi.” Niner grunts as he pulls you away from Fi’s cock so that he can pull you up into his arms, picking you and slamming you down on his cock so that all you can do is go limp in his arms as he fucks up into you. 

All you can do is whimper and moan, no words able to form, as Niner buries his face in your neck as he unforgivingly pounds into you. 

“Come on, baby. I know you wanna cum like this. Then I can fill this perfect cunt up with my own cum.” Niner grits through his teeth, very clearly trying to hold back so he doesn’t finish before you. “Do you want my cum?” 

You nod with pathetic whines, trying to beg for him. 

“She makes the prettiest sounds, doesn’t she?” Fi’s behind you now, pulling your face toward his so he can swallow your sounds with his kiss and his other arm wraps around you so that his fingers can bring you closer to your finish line.  

“Fuck yeah, she does.” Niner agrees. 

The way they talk about you and Fi rubbing your clit so fucking perfectly is what does it, sending you over your edge, making you throw your head back against Fi’s shoulder. You make eye contact with Niner as you cum all over his cock, coating him with your essence that he finally lets go and fills you up with himself. He groans roughly as he grips your hips tightly and you start to feel the soreness in them as you come down from the absolute sex high. 

When you feel Fi pull away, you feel something trailing down your back and realize that Fi finished when you and Niner did, except it’s all over your bare back and you can’t help but laugh. 

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” Fi murmurs with a chuckle as he cleans you with a wet towel. 

“Don’t be.” You pant slightly, pulling him in for a kiss. 

Niner is still buried inside of you and you’re not really ready to pull away just yet. You think he understands because as soon as Fi runs to the fresher, Niner pulls you in for another passionate kiss and you find yourself just as addicted to his taste as he thinks he is to yours. Resting your foreheads together, you close your eyes. Until he starts to  pull away slightly.

“Don’t pull out.” You whisper. “Please.”

“Alright, I won’t.” Niner promises you as he pulls you down to the bed, still inside of you.

He lays against the wall with you in his arms, making room for Fi to join when he’s done. You suspect that Fi’s giving you a moment of privacy with Niner to talk. 

“So, what now?” You murmur. 

“Well, for what it’s worth, I think we’ve wasted enough time not being together and as long as you’ll have me, I’m not going anywhere.” He murmurs, kissing you again.

You smile against his lips, believing him. “Until your next mission.” 

“Yeah, but you’ll be right there waiting, right?” His calloused fingers brush across your soft cheek.

“Until you come back to me.” You smile.

“Which I promise to keep doing.” He smiles right back.

“Both of us will.” Fi’s soft voice is behind you as he climbs into the bunk with you, resting his hand on your hip and squeezing gently before placing a kiss to your shoulder blade. You kiss both of them once more before drifting off into sleep, thinking about how lucky you are to get to experience this life with both of them. You just hope that their Kal’buir can make good on his promise and find Ko Sai in time so that you can experience a full life with them.

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[mamuzzy]

From the salty list, how about numbers 1, 17, and 21?

What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?

I use a lot of clone x jedi ship in my brainstormings but QuinFox usually never one of them. They just didn't click for my brain. No happy chemicals when thinking about them. No bad ones either, so I'm kind of neutral about them.

17. Instead of XYZ happening, I would have made ABC happen...

I already wrote a rant about the Bad Batch series.

In addition to that, it would have been nice to get an actual TBB show about Echo is still adjusting of being part of his new team, getting used to his cybernetics, getting used to the Batch's shenanigans, occasionally teaming up with Rex or Cody. Echo is really neglected in the show and no amount of last minute awesomeness can cure it.

21. What are your thoughts on crackships?

I LOVE crackships!!!!! Okay, I wouldn't go that far like shipping characters from different shows, so they have to stay in universe.

The process when you try to come up with scenarios how these characters would meet and fall for each other is always exciting!!!

Also merging RepComm and TCW universe together is already a challenge, and because my fixated characters are the Nulls, I have to ship everyone with them right now, or I'm going to implode and die.

[kungfuslipper]

Ok, here's my contribution for The Clone Wars Post Exchange 2021.

UXO is something that I'd been working on; just needed an excuse, and some well-matched prompts, to put my elbow into it and crank it out (pun intended, eheheh).

So glad I signed up for this exchange--it was really a pleasure to be a part of something like this. The deadline and the support helped me to produce something I am really proud of.

Thank you to all the mods, and of course to @purgetroopercody for your gift, Initiative, which I absolutely adore. A special thank you to my beta. Your feedback was just what I needed to make this into something coherent and meaningful.

[kaasknot]

GAR Organizational Structure (with bonus despair)

point the first: the structure tcw gives us for the GAR is nonsensical. captains are leading legions, a battalion is apparently sufficient for a marshal commander, and generals are, oh my god, leading troops out in the field—the way no general irl actually does, because they are a strategic target and if the enemy kills/captures them it would be a tremendous blow. not gonna lie: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) is a disaster and should be ashamed of itself. 

i mostly ignore all of the above for my sanity, because 1) it’s more fun to watch jedi waving laser swords around amidst thickets of blasterfire, 2) the whole endgame is to kill them anyway, so who cares if a few jump the gun, and 3) maybe cody just really digs all those cool cats down in the 212th. maybe he runs ops with them whenever he can get away with it. whatever, it’s explainable.

(nothing will ever explain why rex, a junior officer, was leading a whole-ass legion. i cannot forgive. i will not forget.)

point the second: the only hard numbers we have for how big the GAR is are in the repcomm books, which put it at 3 million soldiers. this is. it’s. it's absolutely ludicrously small. to put it in perspective, the united states armed forces alone comprise about 1.4 million active duty personnel in its various branches. that’s ONE military on ONE planet. the GFFA has anywhere from 12 to 70 million inhabited planets. sure, most of them won't participate in the war, but even if you take the lower figure of 12 million, assume 10% are participants (whether as suppliers, victims, allies, or just re-supplied a star destroyer that one time), and take 10% of that as ACTIVE participants, then the number of planets the GAR needs to have a presence on is still 120 thousand. do a little math, and for the GAR to maintain a US-sized presence (which i think we can all agree is plenty large enough to bully a planet into submission) x 120k, the GAR would have to have 170 billion active duty personnel.

if the last number was too small, this one’s too huge. It’s beyond enormous. how do they feed everyone? but consider: the GAR wouldn't have to have the same presence on all planets. some of them might be small, like the rishi outpost. some might not need active policing at all, such as core planets like alderaan. i'll admit right now that i'm extremely lazy and don't feel like crunching the numbers to determine the size of the GAR presence on upwards of a million planets. i'm just gonna say "one billion active duty clones for the war." it’s still hysterically enormous, but it’s a lot more manageable.

my headcanon for the organizational structure of the GAR, using both wikipedia and wookieepedia for reference:

GAR: 1 billion active duty clones (broken down into 10 systems armies)—led by yoda, who is eisenhower

systems army: 100 million clones (2 sector armies)—led by a marshal commander, each of whom is attached to a jedi councilmember (so ponds, cody, wolffe, etc. our beloved cc-2224 is marshal commander of the 3rd systems army.) 

sector army: 50 million (5 planetary armies)—led by a rear marshal commander, each attached to senior jedi masters who are not on the council (so gree, bly, fox, etc)

planetary army: 10 million (5 corps)—senior commander (note: given the unit mobility we see in the show, “planetary” is more a polite request than an actual rule, especially as attrition takes its toll. troops go where they needed.)

corps: 2 million (5 divisions)—corps commander

division: 400 thousand (5 legions)—division commander

legion: 80 thousand (5 brigades)—legion commander

brigade: 16 thousand (5 regiments)—brigadier commander

regiment: 3,200 (4 battalions)—regimental commander

battalion: 800 (4 companies)—major

company: 200 (4 platoons)—captain/1st sergeant

platoon: 50 (5 squads)—lieutenant/staff sergeant 

squad: 10 (2 fire teams)—sergeant

(fire) team: 5 troopers

(“active duty” in this context (the context being slave soldiers) means all clones of age to deploy who are not on medical leave. the total number of cadets of all ages, who are not considered active duty, probably dwarfs this 1 billion figure by like a factor of 978645, which i’m not even going to think about because the sheer logistics of that is staggering. the only reason this army wasn’t discovered sooner is because of movie magic.)

the eagle-eyed among you may notice that several of the formations i’ve separated out (e.g. brigade and legion) are actually the same size irl. in my defense: it’s a billion fucking soldiers! there is no existing military structure on earth that can accommodate a command of that size!! something had to give!!

again, those keen-eyed among you may notice that there are no less than eight different ranks of commander, only three of which are supported by wookieepedia. in my defense: star wars gave us a crappy starting point, and i can only work with what i’m given. either i bump up NCOs to commanding platoons and companies and reinstall our beloved rex as captain of torrent brigade (my soul fucking shudders), or we have to deal with eight different unit sizes all led by officers addressed formally as “commander.”

(it is clone etiquette to address commanders by title and name in mixed company, save the highest-ranking officer, who is THE commander and may be addressed sans name. it is clone humor to fuck with non-clones by sending them on goose-chases in search of “the commander.”)

moving on.

according to wookiepedia, the ranks of jedi are thus:

grand high jedi general—yoda (actually i lied, i made this one up)

high jedi general—the other 11 councilmembers

senior jedi general—all jedi masters

jedi general—all jedi knights

jedi commander—all jedi padawans

as far as i’m concerned those ranks can stay as-is, with senior and regular generals getting scattered throughout the command structure wherever i feel like putting them. it’s not like they make sense as military leaders anyway; they’re last-minute pasties to cover up the GAR’s scandalous bits and make it fit for public propaganda.

of note, there are 12 jedi who sit on the jedi council, but only 10 sector armies. conveniently, yoda doesn’t need to command a sector army, because he commands all the armies. likewise, i headcanon shaak ti doesn’t actually have a command, as she stays on kamino for quality assurance purposes. gotta make sure there aren’t any ethics violations going on.

some may have noticed that fox, despite answering to the chancellor and not to a jedi, is in the “rear marshal” category. i did this (actually @countessofbiscuit did this and i shamelessly stole it) because i (we) headcanon fox not just as head of the coruscant guard, but the head of the CG, GAR military police, and penal battalions. he’s got a big command, too, even if he doesn’t have a jedi to show for it. plus, it makes for excellent intraservice beef if palpatine pushed for fox’s promotion against the prevailing cultural trends of the GAR. (poor fox.)

final notes on this already long-winded and horrific post: seniority within the ranks of the marshal commanders depends on the seniority of their attendant jedi and their own level of experience. e.g. mace windu is the senior-most jedi after yoda, so ponds commands the 1st systems army. however, ponds dies relatively early in the war, so bacara, despite being assigned to the 2nd systems army (i just made that up, i have no idea if ki-adi mundi has seniority after mace), outranks ponds’s replacement because he has more experience. most of this is tacit and doesn’t really affect anything except who sits where at mandatory formal dinners, but it’s also used to justify who’s allowed to eat the last donut—to mixed success.

how DO they feed everyone, though? like, seriously?

[techs-goggles9902]

Oh Darman… 🤭

A request if you have time from Another Kiss Prompt with Darman(Dar) of course.

Prompt is “a kiss stemmed from jealousy”. Darman doing the kissing because after months of flirting with him and getting no response I’ve made peace with the fact that he’s just not interested. I can’t wait for him any longer. I’ve met a cute guy at the caf shop around the corner and he asked me out.

Fluff or smut. You decide. I love everything you write.

Thank you. 😊

Jealousy

Pairing: Darman Skirata x Reader

Word Count: 995

Warnings: None

A/N: I don't know if this is jealous, so much as panic and desperate, but I'll take it. Turns out I can't write jealous. Good to know.

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You have a problem.

And that problem stands at 6 feet tall and goes by the name Darman Skirata. 

You love him. 

You have loved him forever, or so it seems.

And you’ve been flirting with him for months now. What started off as light little flirtations (which he ignored) had morphed into full on suggestive flirtations…which he has also ignored.

So you take a step back. You reevaluate the situation. And you come to the conclusion that he’s just…not into you.

Fine. That’s fine.

It…hurts, sure. Because you love him. But your emotions are your problem, not his.

So you step back even more. You’re still friendly and kind, you genuinely like Darman as a person, after all, but you stop flirting with him. The last thing you want to do is make him uncomfortable, after all.

Instead, you put yourself out there. 

You start going out in the evenings with your friends, and you start going to the cafe not far from where you live. Partly because the caf is really good, and partly because it’s popular with people around your age.

While there you met someone. A guy. He’s cute, around your age, with a nice smile and a great sense of humor. And so, when he asked you out on a date…you said yes.

It was what you wanted, after all. It was the whole reason you put yourself out there in the first place. You have the right to be happy, after all. Even if your happiness isn’t exactly how you pictured it originally.

Okay, so maybe, just maybe, you’re trying to convince yourself that this is what you want. But Darman isn’t interested, and waiting for him to become interested is an exercise in futility.

So here you are, balancing on one foot and pulling on your new heels, while you prepare to head out for your date. You’ve gone all out. A new dress, a manicure, and a new hairstyle, and you’ve even splurged for some new earrings-

You look like a million credits, which was the whole point, admittedly. 

“You own a dress?” You finish sliding your heels on, and you turn to Darman, who was eyeing the dress like it personally murdered his kitten. “I didn’t know you did dresses.” He has a white knuckled grip on his datapad.

“I own several dresses,” You correct as you fold your arms over your chest, “This is just my newest.” It’s both low cut and has a short skirt, not so short as to be indecent, but short enough to be teasing.

Darman eyes the hemline of the dress, a scowl on his face, “You should return it, there seems to be several inches of dress missing.” 

“No. I bought it like this. Intentionally.”

He falls silent for a moment, “You’re going out with your friends, dressed like that? What, are you trying to score a hook up at the club?”

You glare at him, offended, “First of all, if I want to go have a hook up with a man at the club, I’m well within my rights to do so.” You grab your purse off the bench, “And second of all, I’m not going dancing with my friends. I have a date, if you must know.”

There’s a clatter, and your gaze is drawn to the datapad which is now laying at the floor, and then your gaze snaps to Darman’s face. His jaw is clenched, and tension wracks his body, “You have a date.” he repeats, his voice tight.

“Yes. I do.” You turn to head out of the building, but a strong hand around your wrist stops you. “Dar-”

You yelp when he pulls and you stumble backwards into his arms. And, before you’re really sure what’s happening, your back is pressed against the cool metal of the walls, and he’s crashing his lips against yours. 

His hand slides up into your hair, which he pulls down from its updo without a question, and he tangles his fingers in your newly loosened hair, tilting your head back slightly for better access to your mouth.

You curl your fingers into his shirt and let out a low moan as he nips your lower lip. It slipped from you without your permission, and as soon as the noise escapes you, Darman pulls back. 

You’re flushed and breathless, and he has you half pinned to the wall against him, and his pupils are blown wide, “You don’t have a date,” Darman orders breathlessly, sounding a little desperate.

It takes you a moment to catch your breath, “Darman-”

His lips crash against yours again, silencing you before you can start your sentence. Darman finally releases your wrist in favor of dragging his hand down your side, before settling it heavily on your hip and squeezing tightly. 

You’re sure you’ll have bruises from him with how tightly he’s holding you, but you can’t seem to bring yourself to care about anything other than the way his lips press against yours and the way he’s clinging to you.

This time, when he breaks the kiss, you’re leaning heavily against him. “Stay.” He gasps against your lips, “Stay here. Stay with me. He won’t treat you like I will.” His voice is tinged with a desperate sort of jealousy, “He’s not half as good as me.”

“...are you jealous?”

“That fucker doesn’t deserve to even look at you,” Darman breathes out, “Come with me. Stay with me. And I’ll make you believe me.”

“...okay.” How could you possibly say no to the offer?

His lips crash against yours again, and then time he walks you away from the door, and deeper into the base, towards his quarters. 

Which is where you remain until the following morning.

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And as for your date? Well, he got a very nice (it wasn’t nice) comm from Darman telling him to back the fuck off before he, Darman, introduced him, the date, to his favorite blaster.

[mamuzzy-ordocore]

Fic Writer 20 Questions

Thank you for the tag @ithillia !!!!!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

20

2. What's your A03 word count?

12,497

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Republic Commando and The Clone Wars. I have Touken Ranbu in my wips.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Dar'ad  (437 words) Kudos: 57 Commander Fox & Alpha-17 The Clone Wars Cin Vhetin  (407 words) Kudos: 49 Commander Fox & Corrie!Dogma The Clone Wars Dar'ad, part II  (417 words) Kudos: 36 Commander Fox centric The Clone Wars Don’t ever utter those words again, I’m begging you  (982 words) Kudos: 26 FoxThorn The Clone Wars And what about lads, Kal'buir?  (808 words) Kudos: 19 Kal & Nulls Republic Commando

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

YES!!! I think it is important to give back the same respect to the readers that they gave us with the commenting. I can't symphatize with writers who whine about not getting comments but don't bother to answer. If you want something, you have to set an example - that's my view on the topic.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angsties ending?

I think it's Dar'ad (437 words) I used the fan-trope where Alpha-17 adopted the Command Batch including Commander Fox as his sons, so disowning him as the title indicates is pretty angsty XDD

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hard to choose from all that hurt/comfort fics, but maybe this one: And what about lads, Kal'buir? (808 words) Starting with a tense situation which ends really wholesome. Wholesome in Null-standards :D

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nah, I'm not popular and not working with popular ships to step on landmines. xD

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I can see myself writing a sex scene that is part of a bigger fic and if it doesn't ruin the pace, but pwp in general is just not my stuff to write. Maybe one day I'll write when I get inspired enough.

10. Do you write cross overs? What's the craziest one you've written?

I DO LOVE CROSSOVERS HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Though never write one. Mostly just rp-d. A TCW/Repcomm x Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni crossover is tickling my brain for a while 👀👀👀

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. Someone preserved one of my old fanfictions for a different fandom, but they credited it so I didn't go after them to delete it.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I attempted to translate some of my Hungarian fanfiction to english back then but I gave up. :D

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes. But I prefer to work alone.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

Oh boy... My main brainrot is OrdoMaze But sometimes my own takes on OrdoMaze are just too intense for my brain so I need to take a break from them time-to-time. Then I go to my favorite secondary ships.

15. What's a WIP you'd like to finish but doubt you ever wilI?

I have Commander Fox joins the Coruscant Guard themed story, but I don't know if I ever return to that. I'm too much in RepComm hell for that. And a RepComm!Fox already nested in my head so...

16. What are your writing strengths?

People are not generous with comments, so honestly I'm not sure. I'm good at getting in the characters head. Thinking with their head, feeling with their heart. Also I'm a better writer when I write in first person POV which is also strengthens the immersive feeling of the characters. Feeling the character is really important for me. Though I never published those ones before, but I really should try and see what people are thinking about them. So far I got encouraging responses privately <3

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I feel that language barrier often gets in my way and I just don't have the adequate vocabulary or grammar knowledge to express things.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Sure, why not, it has it's role. It gives the feeling of diversity. Just make sure you put the meaning in the notes or hide the meaning in the context somewhere in the fic.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Teen Titans (2003). I ship Robin x Starfire.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Currently it's Knife Game (407 words) (CW: Self-harm) I love this fucked up family of the Skiratas.

[mearchy]

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[mamuzzy]

ANGSTY SHIP PROMPTS!!!! I want to challenge myself a bit so send me one of these lines with TCW/TBB/RepComm ship in the ask and I'll make something out of it. The result will be a small comic, or an art, possibly accompanied with a drabble, depending on what clicks. I do Clone x Clone Clone x natborn characters Clone x canon characters Clone x OC (I have a few) I don't - x reader. Sorry. You can still ask for clone x oc and i will come up with a character with the gender and/or affiliation of your choice.

— responses to "i don't deserve you" ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚

just a lil angst woohoo, enjoy

"what makes you think that?"

"please don't say that"

"that's not true"

"what can i do to change that idea"

"if you think i am going to validate your pessimistic thoughts, then you're wrong"

"you are more than deserving of me"

"why are you underestimating your worth to me?"

"could you elaborate on what made you say that?"

"i'm the only one who gets to decide if someone deserves me, and i can confidently say you are that someone who does"

"then i don't deserve you either"

"don't ever utter those words again, i'm begging you"

"i won't allow you to use self-sabotage as a mean to end our relationship"

"don't go down that path"

"i hope you do find someone that you deserve then"

"is this how it ends?"

"you're right, i do deserve better"

[techs-goggles9902]

Atin my love ❤️

Hi! I'm pretty shy when it comes to asks but I love your writing and I was wondering if you'd be able to write a fluff piece for Atin Skirata with the prompt "i know you can't believe it yet, but i promise you can trust me. whenever you're ready to rely on me, i'll be here for you. i swear it." With him saying it?

Hihi! And I'm happy to write this request for you!

Trust Me

Summary: Atin Skirata wants to earn your trust, more than anything.

Pairing: Atin Skirata x Reader

Word Count: 998

Warnings: Badly depicted mentions of a panic attack

Tagging: @trixie2023

A/N: So, while I have had panic attacks before, I realized today that I can't quite put into words what I feel, so I am sorry if this doesn't feel quite right. Also, I'm sorry if this isn't quite what you wanted.

Divider by Saradika

War sucks. You know this. You’ve known this since you were a child trying to survive a civil war on your home planet. You’ve known this since you were forced into military service when you were a teenager.

You thought- hoped- that when you finally escaped your home planet that you would never have to deal with another war ever again.

And then an intergalactic war broke out that encompassed the entire galaxy.

It was like the gods or the force or whatever divine entity ruled the galaxy took one look at you, and said “fuck you in particular”.

At least you weren’t fighting in this war. No one was pressuring you into joining the military and fighting for the cause. Because, yeah, no. Not happening.

The downside, of course, is that the planet you now call home is home to a military garrison. A military garrison home to hundreds of soldiers, or more. And it’s not like you can just leave and find a planet without a military presence. Because apparently it doesn’t exist.

And it’s not like you hate the clones. Because you don’t. You don’t even hate soldiers.

It’s just that seeing men in armor carrying weapons sends a stab of panic through your very being, and you know that this is a trauma response to being a child soldier, but it doesn’t change the fact that you’re absolutely terrified of the Republic Army.

Or, well, their armor?

You glance up when the bell hanging on the door to the shop chimes, and you grimace when you see several men in armor enter the shop. You send a mental curse to whichever deity hates you so much, and then you duck your head so you don’t have to look at them.

If you can’t see the armor, you probably won’t freak out. Maybe.

“Ah, there you are mesh’la,” You mentally release another curse as one of the clones steps over to you. There’s only one person who calls you that, and that’s only because you’ve been adamant about not telling him your name.

“I’m working,” You say to Atin bluntly.

“I can see that.” He sounds amused, “You’re not even going to look at me when I make today’s guess about your name?”

“Unless you have my datapad taped to your face, I really don’t see any reason to look up.” You reply.

“Wow, that must be some interesting work you’ve got there,” Atin jokes quietly.

“It’s work, it keeps me fed and a roof over my head.” You say lightly. It’s not so bad, talking to him when you can’t see his armor. Too bad he’s always wearing his armor.

And then there’s a crash from the back of the store and your head snaps up. A child in the back of the store bumped into an empty rack and knocked it over, but that’s not what caught your attention.

Your gaze is locked on the black armor standing right in front of you. Your ears are ringing. Your vision starts going gray around the edges as it becomes hard to breathe-

You stumble back away from the counter, “Have to go,” you gasp out to no one, or maybe to Atin, you’re not sure, and you stumble out the side door and into the alleyway, where you lean your head against the cool concrete. 

The sound of blaster fire and explosives echo faintly in your ears, and your hands curl into fists as you try to ground yourself by dragging your knuckles against the bricks.

“Mesh’la?” A gloved hand sets on your back, between your shoulder blades, and you jerk in surprise and alarm.

You see black armor and several ugly curses fall from your lips as the panic increases to the point where you fear that you’re going to just stop breathing. You press your hand against the chest plate and push, and you’re momentarily surprised when the plate actually moves away.

You spin back against the wall, dragging your knuckles even more roughly down the bricks. The pain wasn’t grounding you like it normally did.

“Mesh’la?”

“Not helping,” You manage to ground out.

“How can I help?” Atin asks.

“Away. Just…Go.”

You’re vaguely aware of him moving away, but then you’re too focused on keeping yourself on your feet, and breathing, and not throwing up.

And then something warm presses against the back of your neck and something cold presses against your lips, “Open.”

An order, easy to follow, and you part your lips for the cold thing. 

And then you realize that there’s ice in your mouth, the biting cold snapping you back to yourself faster than anything ever before. Atin is standing next to you, his hand on the back of your neck, and he’s…not wearing his armor?

You shoot him a puzzled look, and a wry smile crosses his face, “I realized that my armor was making things worse, mesh’la. So I took off the chest plate.”

You eye him suspiciously for a moment. You don’t hate him, but you also don’t trust him. 

And Atin’s smile becomes even more wry, as he pulls his hand away from your neck and presses a cup full of ice into your hands, “I know you can't believe it yet, but I promise you can trust me. Whenever you're ready to rely on me, I'll be here for you. I swear it.”

“Why?” You ask, bewildered.

Atin shrugs, “Under all that armor, I’m just a guy, mesh’la. Is it so weird that I want you to look at me?”

You look even more puzzled, and he smiles at you, “You should go back inside, I pulled my brothers out. No one will go inside in armor anymore, I promise.”

“Oh…thank you.”

“I want you to like me, love. If that means making all of my brothers' lives a little more complicated…well, I’m happy to do it.” Atin smiles and guides you back to the door, “I’ll come and see you later.”