#tech bb x reader

[techtalksfics]

If i may...

A migrane care fic would be nice. Wrecker using his inside voice and letting you sleep on his chest. Or maybe using his big hand as an eye mask bc you lost yours.

Totally NOT a fantasy of mine or anything 🫣

I loved this request! Whilst I've luckily never had a migraine, I've had friends suffering from them so I hope this lives up to expectations.

It's the first real thing I've written for the Bad Batch in a long while so I'm super, super nervous to post. I really hope it's okay!

Migraine Support (Wrecker x gn!Reader)

Summary: Wrecker comes to the rescue when you're having a migraine. Cute support is offered.

Warnings: None - this is pure Wrecker fluff

Word Count: 947 words

"HEY, babe! You missed one hell of a mission. I mean the whole thing was like... BOOM!" Wrecker's loud and energetic voice reverberated through the entire bunk room as he entered the space looking for you. But then he noticed you lying on the bed, blocking out the lights with your hand over your eyes. Your hand was rather unsuccessfully doing the job based on the pained expression on your face. You were having the worst migraine you'd have in a while. Every time you moved your hands from your eyes, the agonising flashes of light you saw and the worsened throbbing in your head were truly unbearable, and even with your eyes closed, you were still feeling nauseous and the pain in the your head was agonising.

"OW!" You winced and groaned in pain as his voice decimates your brain. "Inside voice, Wrecker. Inside voice." He all but yelps in dismay, albeit he tries to do so quietly as he sees you lying there; a truly sorry sight for his eyes. He takes the sight in. You lying on your side, facing away from him with you hand over your eyes, clearly trying to block out the fluorescent lights in the bunk room. He reckoned your little hands weren't doing much in the way of removing the light from your vision. He frowned at the sight. He really did hate seeing you in pain.

You then feel the weight of the bunk droop and a hand gently falls to your waist as he sits beside you. He lowers his voice to what can only be described as a Wrecker whisper. It's not quite a whisper but it's close enough to one, you supposed. "Is it one of your migraines, baby?"

You nod a little, wincing as this movement did your pain no favours, keeping your hand over your eyes. "Where's your eye mask babe?" You shrug, not having a single clue or care as to where you'd left it this time. You were pretty sure you'd left it on Ord Mantell, on your last visit. But to be fair, it could be in any star system you'd visited since Ord Mantell and wherever the hell you are now. Either way, the pain and confusion brought on the migraine was blocking any reasonable thoughts on the matter. You really did not care. He lowers his voice even further, "wait right here...I'll be right back." His voice is kindly getting quieter and quieter for your benefit. When the bunk bounces up slightly, you gather he must be walking away.

"Where the hell else am I gonna go?" You retort somewhat bitterly as the pain is putting you more than a little on edge. He chuckles a little at that, mumbling 'good point' as he heads out to speak to Tech in the cockpit.

"Hey Tech," he says, approaching him quickly, "do ya think you could cut the lights to the bunks for a bit? They're having one of them migraines and the lights in the bunk ain't helpin'." Tech sighs a little but agrees, resolving the matter quickly.

"The lighting systems to the bunk room are now off," Tech confirms in a rush as he quickly goes back to the previous maintenance work he was performing.

Wrecker thanks him and quickly returns to you, attempting to be as quiet as possible as he now enters the dark bunk room. He sits beside you on the bunk again, his weight drooping the bed a little again, making his return obvious. He carefully whispers, "does that help at all?" You nod only a little, learning from your previous mistake. But you were still too scared to take your hand away from your eyes, wishing to avoid any extra pain.

After a few moments of silence, he clambers over you carefully, lying on the inside of the bunk beside you. His arm adjusts you in a surprisingly delicate and careful manner. He guides your body towards him and you naturally cuddle into him, an instinct you'd developed over the course of your relationship. The arm closest to you, slips under your neck, your head now resting on it. His fingers gently stroke your hair. He is trying so hard to keep as quiet as he can; showing you affection through action instead of words that would clearly only make things worse. After all, his indoor voice was not that much quieter than his normal voice.

"Do you, maybe, wanna use my hand to cover your eyes?" He seems somewhat nervous and careful when asking this, wondering if that might be an incredibly weird thing to suggest. But when your hand slowly falls away from your closed eyes, he quickly replaces it with his much larger, coarse one. The sheer size of his hand covers most of your face, and it perfectly blocks out all remaining light. You sigh a little in relief. That was much, much better.

"Thank you, sweetie," you mumble quietly, burying yourself into him a little more with your hand now over his chest. "These stupid migraines," you complain, "I wish they'd just stop. I hate it." The statement was honeyed with desperation and distress in equal measure but Wrecker simply held you closer, his hand massaging your head gently, playing with your hair in intervals, just how he knew you liked it. "Did - did Tech cut the lighting systems off in here?" The sudden realisation that the darkness in the bunk room was a lot more potent than it had been just minutes earlier.

"Yeah," Wrecker whispers gently, his breath tickling your hair, "I reckun you needed a bit of a break from the lightin' in here. He'll turn it back on after your migraine goes away." Your heart could melt at the softness and thoughtfulness of this beautiful man whose hand covered your eyes. You knew Wrecker struggled with quietness, being such a fan of explosions and chaos. His love and enthusiasm towards the chaotic battles and loud music was unmatched by anyone.

Suddenly, you felt a soft, small plushie being placed between you. ‘Lula,’ you thought to yourself, and you smiled a little at that. You know how much he loves Lula, she was the answer to all his sadness, and he clearly hoped it would be the same for you.

After a little while, you finally managed to take a small nap, waking up hours later, feeling slightly better than before. Wrecker slept peacefully beside you. The hand that had been covering your face was now holding your much smaller hand over his chest. You smiled softly at the sight. His innocent face contented by his slumber. For now, you were happy to just lay there with him and Lula of course; your sweet and loving Wrecker, the cuddly, caring bear had made that migraine feel so much better.

[apocalyp-tech-a]

Almost a year has passed since Order 66. Tech finally gets some information about you from Romar as you run into an old friend from the Jedi Temple who gives you a much needed dose of reality while on a mission for the Grand Inquisitor.

[campingwiththecharmings]

The Set Up

AN: Inspired by a prompt from this list. I'm not sure how I feel about this as it didn't turn out the way I wanted but I'm posting it anyway lol. Happy Star Wars Day! May the 4th Be With You 😊

(Un-beta’d)

Your friends set you up with The Perfect Guy™️

Rated: M-ish (very, VERY slight, honestly just rating it this just in case lmao) Words: 1,218 Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader (pretty sure it's GN, please let me know if that's incorrect) Warnings: References to sex but no overt sexual content, awkwardness, drinking/tipsiness, mentions of past drunkenness, please let me know if I missed anything. AO3

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“Let us set you up,” they’d said. “It’ll be so fun,” they’d said. “We have the perfect guy for you,” they'd said.

The Perfect Guy. Right.

Just so happens you’ve already dated this particular Perfect Guy.

Well, maybe “dated” wasn’t the right word. “Had a history with,” maybe? Or, more like “shared a bed with”...

It was late last year, after one of many missions in the Outer Rim. You’d been having a drink at the Cantina, drowning your sorrows after the loss of a friend. He’d been doing the same for similar reasons. You’d gotten to chatting, commiserating, slinging back drink after drink, and had soon ended up outside Poe’s quarters sloppily making out against the door. He’d been solid, and warm—and such a good kisser—and Maker, you’d just needed the comfort he was offering. So, you’d slept together. You don’t remember too much, just flashes here and there, but it must’ve been awful because the next morning, he was nowhere to be found. You’d been embarrassed to say the least but thankfully you didn’t really run in the same circles. You’d never told anyone about it and it appeared he hadn’t either, so you’d just tried to forget about it.

“Poe,” you say, voice shaking slightly. “Long time no see.”

He has the decency to look at least a little uncomfortable, which gives you some hope that he’s not a complete nerf herder. 

“About that��”

You cut him off with a hand, shaking your head. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

He pauses, lips still parted. He nods after a moment, briefly averting his gaze.

An awkward silence falls between you before he breaks it with a question. “Still drink spice rum?”

Your eyes widen a little in surprise—he remembered your preferred drink? “Oh, um, yes.”

He smiles gesturing toward the bar. “Can I get you one?”

After a moment’s hesitation, you nod. So, this date was still on then?

He returns and hands you the glass of rum, just the smell of it putting you a little more at ease. “Thanks.”

Silence falls between you again, but it’s less awkward somehow. 

“How’s BB-8?” you ask, gingerly sipping on your drink.

Poe’s eyes light up at the mention of his droid and it kind of warms your heart a little. “He’s good, thanks. Just got back from a mission in the Mid Rim so he’s getting cleaned up by the techs at the moment.”

You nod, trying to make yourself relax a little. “So the mission was successful then? I know you can’t go into details but…”

He nods enthusiastically, his mouth otherwise occupied with his Jet Juice. “Yes, definitely successful.”

“Good,” you reply, wetting your lips.

Poe’s gaze briefly drops to your mouth and your skin heats. You swallow hard, the memory of what kissing him felt like popping into your mind unbidden.

Kriffing hell, you had to get out of here.

But you don’t, instead choosing to torture yourself with more awkward conversation. You talk about a lot of things, but none of it feels natural. Not even after four spice rums. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he offers you an out, explaining that he has an early call tomorrow. Relieved, you jump to your feet, swaying a little, your head spinning a little. Maker, maybe four spice rums was too many on an empty stomach…

You feel Poe’s hands on your shoulders as he tries to help steady you, a concerned look on his face. 

“You okay?”

You chuckle, slightly embarrassed. “I think I just…stood up too fast.”

He looks unconvinced but doesn’t try to stop you as you move to walk away from the table you’d been sitting at, your legs feeling like jelly. 

“Hey, um, maybe I should walk you back?” he offers, eyebrows raising hopefully.

You shake your head, then immediately regret it, the quick movement making the room spin.

“Okay,” you hear Poe say, his warm, strong hands steadying you once more. “I’ve got you, it’s alright.”

He threads your arm through his, his voice soft as he directs you to wrap your fingers around his forearm for more balance. It gets better the longer you walk, your feet less clumsy, the room less…spinny. You’re pretty much back to normal by the time you make it to your quarters.

Wordlessly, you key the door code in, the familiar snick of the door opening reaching your ears.

“Thanks for walking me back,” you tell him softly, staring resolutely at your feet.

“Of course, anytime,” he says, slowly releasing you from his hold. “You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine,” you chuckle breathlessly, stealing a brief glance at him. “Just a little embarrassed.”

He tsks, leaning his shoulder against the wall beside the door. “Embarrassed? What for? Not like I haven’t seen you drunk before.”

You snort, shaking your head at the low blow. “This is true.”

He’s smiling when you finally meet his eyes, the tension between you thawing slightly. You stare at each other for a moment, Poe’s face shifting before he looks away. He chews his lip, drawing your attention as he says, “I know you said you didn’t want to talk about it but—”

“I still don’t,” you interject, averting your gaze once more. “Look, I get it. It was bad. Let’s  just…be adults and move on, okay?”

Poe’s brow furrows at your words. “What was bad?”

You scoff, not daring to meet his gaze. “You know.”

“I really don’t,” he argues, sounding genuinely perplexed.

You sigh, annoyance flickering in your chest. “The sex obviously.”

“Y–you thought it was bad?” he asks after a beat, stepping a little closer to you.

His proximity forces you to meet his eyes.

“You’re the one that left,” you whisper, swallowing thickly as you begin to walk into your room. “Good night, Poe.”

His hand on your bicep halts your progress and you snap your head back toward him, the quick movement making the hallway spin for a moment. 

“You were the one that left.”

Your mouth opens and closes wordlessly before you respond. “What?”

Poe leans in, close enough that you can feel his breath against your cheek. “I left to go get breakfast for both of us and when I came back, you were gone.”

No, that’s…that’s not possible…Is it? 

“I–,” you begin, exhaling heavily. “When I woke up, you were gone. So I thought—-”

He curses under his breath, releasing your arm as he runs a hand through his curls. “Listen, I would never—,” He pauses, swallowing hard before continuing. “I’m so sorry you woke up alone.”

His words ignite a spark in your chest, the warmth of it permeating, spreading out toward your fingertips. “Thanks.”

“Could we—,” he begins, wetting his lips. “Could we maybe start over?”

You smile softly, meeting his earnest brown eyes. “I think I’d like that.”

He smiles back, relieved.

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The next date you have ends in Poe's quarters again, but this time you remember every second—every kiss, every sigh, every brush of skin against skin. It's so good. He makes sure you know he's still there in the morning, too, waking you up with his head between your thighs.

Maybe your friends were right, maybe he is actually The Perfect Guy.

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I See Red (Part 2)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x 141!Reader

Read part 1 here

Summary: A tech expert lends her expertise to the 141 for a mission. It’s not her fault that she’s tall, beautiful, and perfect. But it is her fault that she can’t keep her goddamn hands to herself. How else are you supposed to react when you walk in to find her lips on your Ghost?   Warnings: allusions to cheating, manhandling (I mean, there’s just so much man to handle…oh and also he throws reader over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes), angst, fluff, fluff, fluff, illusions to smut at the end but nothing specific (womp womp I knoooow) A/N: The happy ending Simon deserves after such a frightful misunderstanding. Poor bb is having such a rough day :(

Simon finds you pacing your room, footsteps leaving a veritable trail as you strut from end to end in the confined space. 

One of the benefits to being a high-ranking member on an elite task force? You get your own room. It’s not much,  barely enough room for a simple cot and a few tactical furniture pieces for storage, but it’s private. And right now, you’re quite thankful for the privacy, not wanting all of your business to be aired out in front of the whole squad. 

“How could you, Simon?” Your hurt is palpable, and Simon’s heart constricts at the sound. He never wanted to be the reason for your pain. 

“Listen, it wasn’t what it looked like,” Simon starts before you interrupt him. 

“No??” You scoff. “So she wasn’t kissing you? She didn’t have your mask up? She hasn’t been flirting with you nonstop over the last two fucking weeks then?” You rattled off each allegation, your volume increasing with every accusation you spit at him. 

Despite your best attempts to prevent it, you feel the tell-tale prickling sensation of tears forming in your eyes. You will them to stay put. The last thing you want is to look even more pitiful and pathetic than you already feel. 

Simon’s chest aches as he sees the tears glisten in your eyes, a culmination of your hurt. He pulls his mask off over his head, hoping you can see the sincerity in his face. 

“It wasn’t like that,” he tries to explain. “She kissed me. I would never do that you, sweetheart.” 

“So I’m supposed to believe that you don’t care about gorgeous, voluptuous women with beautiful red hair who fawn over your every move?” Your gaze hardens as you hurl the accusation at his feet. 

Simon is at a loss or words. He hadn’t given Bex a second thought once she showed up. Hadn’t thought anything more than that she must be good at her job for Price to have brought her on board. 

The sea of confusion threatens to overwhelm Simon as he struggles to keep his head above water. Throw him on a high stakes mission anytime—hell, throw him directly into enemy combat over this. His head is spinning. How did all of this happen?  First, the kiss from hell that came out of nowhere, then this wave of jealousy from you. Simon makes the connection as soon as the thoughts flow through his mind. This has to have been the root of your foul mood over the last two weeks, the reason behind your snarky comments and bitter conversations. 

Misinterpreting his stunned silence, you let out a bitter laugh. “I thought so. You know what? Fuck this. I don’t need this. Just…” you inhale sharply. “Just go back to her.” 

A lead weight drops into Simon’s stomach. “No.” The word is barely more than a whisper. He feels like the floor is being yanked out from under him. His world is spinning. No. He thinks to himself. Not you. He can’t lose you. 

He closes the space between you in two strides, hands curling around your wrists in desperation, eyes pleading. “Listen. To. Me.” His staccato words are accentuated with his firm, but gentle, grip. “Please.” 

You avoid his eyes, knowing those deep chocolate orbs would have you folding in an instant. 

“No,” you spit out. “I don’t want to hear it.” 

You tug yourself free from his grasp and turn to the door, ripping it open and stepping into the cold air. 

Like hell was Ghost going to let you walk away from this. 

You make it all of five steps from the door in the time it takes Ghost to come to his senses and high tail it after you. Without another thought, he reaches forward and grabs both your legs right out from under you, hoisting you over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. 

“Ghost!” You shriek, unable to hold back your shock. A laugh bubbles up from inside you at the pure absurdity of the movement. “What the hell are you doing?” 

“Making you fucking listen for once in your life,” Ghost grunts as he hauls you back into the room, tossing you onto your bed. 

The mattress sinks beneath his weight as he sits next to you, his face taking on a serious expression. He reaches for your hands, his own mammoth hands swallowing yours whole. The motion sobers you, all humor from the previous moments erased. 

“Ya know I’m not one for speeches, but I’ve got something important to say. And you’re going to bloody listen, got it?” 

He takes your silence as approval to keep going. 

“I swear to you, I didn’t kiss her, alright? She pulled up my mask and kissed me before I could even register what was happening. You have to believe me—I would never do that to you.  I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you like that.” He swallows hard as it dawns on him just how close he came to that being his reality. He fears he almost lost you for good.

“And to answer your question from earlier, no. I’ve never thought of her like that. Not once. I haven’t thought of anyone else like that. Not since I first saw you all those years ago. You remember?”

You shake your head. “Of course not, Simon. It was like three years ago.”

“Not to me. To me, it feels like it was yesterday. When I saw you hop off that helo, I knew I was done in. Fucking hell, I said. From the moment I saw your face, I was a goner.” 

His hands drop your own as he reaches up to cup your face. You say nothing, but you don’t pull away from him either. And for Ghost, that’s enough. 

“You mean everything to me. Everything. I trust you with my life on the battle field. I trust you with my innermost thoughts and feelings in here, when it’s just you and me. Can’t you trust me in the same way?” 

A feeling of shame washes over you and you lower your gaze. The realization dawns on you, you hadn’t even given him a chance to explain. Remorse pools in your gut. 

“How could I possibly be thinking of another woman, when I spent every waking minute of my day thinking about you, thinking about us, thinking about our future together?”

At that, your eyes glance up to meet his. “A future?” 

The corner of Simon’s mouth tugs upwards in a coy smile. “Well, yeah. If that’s the kind of thing you want.” 

You sigh deeply, feeling every last ounce of fight drain from your body. 

“I’m so sorry, Si,” you whisper in the space between your bodies. “I should have given you a chance to explain.”

Simon doesn’t have words to explain the relief that floods his body as you lean forward, allowing him to wrap his arms around you and hold you close to him. 

“S’okay,” he mutters. “If I had walked in on some bloke kissing you, I’d be snapping his neck before asking a single question from you.” 

At that, you chuckle against his broad chest. “Well, that makes me feel better about my reaction then.” You pull back only slightly to offer him a soft smile. “I really am sorry.” 

“Don’t be.” Simon presses his lips to your temple and savors the moment before adding, “Besides, I like seeing your jealous side. It’s kinda hot.” 

“Oh yeah?” You tease, sitting up and popping one leg over Simon’s lap to straddle him. “How hot?” 

“Fucking hell woman,” Simon groans with a playful roll of his eyes. “You’ll be the fucking death of me.” 

“S’that so?” You shamelessly plant open mouthed kisses along his chiseled jaw, down his exposed throat. With fluid, practiced movements, you slide off the bed and come to your knees in front of him. “Least you’ll die a happy man,” you smirk before unbuttoning his trousers and showing Simon just how well and truly sorry you are. 

Epilogue(ish):

Bex is on the first flight out the next day. The laptop was decrypted and the short-term mission accomplished, so there’s really no reason for her to stay any longer. And, of course, there’s the lingering threat of potentially losing some beloved limbs at the hands of one furious Ghost. On top of that, Bex isn’t entirely positive that you won’t come seek your own type of revenge for touching what clearly, definitively belongs to you. And she quite likes the idea of staying alive. 

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TBB x Gender-neutral Reader (Extended) HCs – Lost Something? Part 2/3/4/5

(Echo/Wrecker/Tech/Crosshair)

Warnings: Partly Slightly Suggestive/Mostly Fluff/Tiny Bit Angsty

This is the continuation of this request:

Reader stole the batcher's weapon. Let's see how they get it back.

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

Echo

Echo runs through the Marauders like a startled chicken, followed by the confused looks of his team. "Has anyone seen my blaster?" Hunter, who is putting on his gloves, looks over at him. "You lost your blaster?" Echo sighs annoyed and says, "No I haven't" Wrecker says with a raised eyebrow, "But you can't find it" "Yeah" Tech shrugs his shoulders without looking up from his holopad and says, "Sounds to me like you lost it" Echo waves it off in annoyance and insists, "No I haven't. I never lose parts of my equipment" It annoys him that he doesn't know where his blaster is, he was sure he'd left it with the rest of his gear when he went to bed that night and he says so. Crosshair leans out of his bunk, rolling a toothpick from one corner of his mouth to the other before saying. "You didn't go to bed alone last night I take it"

Echo's ears turn red. He pauses briefly in his movement, then turns to the Sniper. "What makes you think that?" Crosshair smirks, takes the toothpick out of his mouth and says, "You were alone on the Marauder for most of the night, I assume you took advantage of that fact." Wrecker asked excitedly, "Ooooh, Echo has a lover? Instead of answering, Echo rushes out of the room, locks himself in the cockpit and immediately starts a holo-call. His heart is pounding in his throat as your face appears on the holo, not just because he's upset and excited, the sight of you alone is enough to raise his pulse. "Took you long enough," you say with a cheeky smile. "You've got my blaster" It's not a question, it's a statement. Inwardly, he's annoyed that Crosshair thought of it before him. You lift the blaster into the holo for him to see. Echo lets out a deep sigh, relieved, a little annoyed. "I need it back," he says sternly.

You smile unperturbed and say, "I thought so. Then come and get it" "But-" You hang up before he can finish the sentence. A little stunned, Echo stares at the spot where the holo with your face used to be. When Echo comes out of the cockpit, he literally stomps through the main room towards the ramp. Hunter asks him cautiously, "Where are you going?" "Spanking someone's ass," Echo growls. "Kinky." Echo's eyes spark as he snaps, "Shut Up, Crosshair" The Sniper leans back in his bunk, unimpressed, chuckling softly.

You've been out all day, had some things to do. Echo didn't try to call again. But as you land your shuttle at the usual landing spot and open your ramp, you hear his footsteps on the ramp and in the ship before you even leave the cockpit.

He stops in the doorway to the cockpit, his gaze so serious and stony that at first you can't help but gulp. After a few seconds, you find your voice again. "Have you been waiting on the landing pad all day?" "Yes" The answer is very curt, a little abrupt. He stretches out his remaining hand, challenging you with a steely gaze. You feel yourself shrinking under his gaze as you pull out the blaster and place it in his hand. Echo holsters the weapon directly, still staring at you. "I should spank your behind" You say cheekily, "Okay. Do you want me to take my clothes off first?" Echo raises a brow in confusion, but he doesn't stop you from unbuttoning your flight suit. "Somehow I imagined it would be different," he says, a little beside himself. "Disappointed? Should I stop?" Echo licks his lips and shakes his head.

"Uh, no it's okay, we'll see where this takes us" You laugh softly, kiss his heated cheek and say, "Well, I was hoping to my bunk"

Wrecker

It's a beautiful evening. The weather is warm, but not too hot. The dinner was delicious, and the atmosphere great. A perfect moment to pass the time with Wrecker. The nice thing about Wrecker is that he's up for any kind of nonsense and is anything but a party pooper. You've been fooling around for a while now. You've managed to take his blaster out of its holster and to get it back, Wrecker has been chasing you around the massive dining table on one of the terraces on Pabuu for a few minutes now. The others have long since left the scene, some laughing or grinning, others (Crosshair) rolling their eyes. You giggle happily and change direction every time he tries to trick you. A little out of breath, you tell him, "I won't make it that easy for you!" Wrecker lets out a cheerful laugh that almost sounds like thunder. "I'll get you one way or another, just wait and see" As he changes direction again, you do the same, squealing happily.

"We'll see about that," you answer cheekily. You have to hand it to Wrecker, as impatient as he sometimes is, when it comes to fun and games, he usually has the patience of an angel. You've been running around for so long, your lungs are starting to burn, your faces are flushed with exertion, but you both grin happily when your eyes meet. But then something happens that you don't expect. With a cheerful exclamation, Wrecker grabs the massive table and throws it behind him, removing the barrier between the two of you. He suddenly stands very close to you and grins down at you. You look up at him, still holding his blaster. "Told you I'd get you," he says, amused. "What the hell.... what happened to my table?" You both look to the side, startled, to where an exasperated Phee crosses her slender arms in front of her chest. "Uh," Wrecker begins, "We were just fooling around a bit."

Phee rolls her eyes and asks, "And you had to destroy my table to do that? Who's going to replace it for me?" A sigh is heard from the other direction, followed shortly by Hunter's unmistakable voice. "Wrecker. Care to explain that to me?" The giant shrugs his shoulders and says with a sweeping gesture, "We were fooling around and then things went off the rails" "So nothing new," Hunter sighs, "Do me a favor and go fool around somewhere you can't destroy anything" You look at Wrecker and ask, "Beach?" Wrecker grins broadly at you. "Beach!" he confirms, nodding and running after you. Phee and Hunter look after you both. The squad leader sighs again, whereupon Phee says amusedly, "Those two will be your downfall one day" Hunter laughs softly, "I know"

Tech

Tech is obsessively rummaging through his things in his bunk. "That's not possible..." Crosshair has been watching his brother in silence for a while now, but finally asks, "Did you lose something?" Tech grinds his teeth before answering, "My blasters are gone" Crosshair frowns. "Both of them?" "Both of them," Tech confirms, vigorously adjusting his goggles. "You're a slob, I wouldn't find anything in this mess either," the Sniper grumbles dryly. Tech takes a deep breath, straightens up and looks at his brother seriously. "I'm not a slob," he replies critically "Yes you are, you're a total slob, you hardly ever put anything away. Your bunk looks like a garbage dump" Tech touches his forehead as if he has a headache, then raises his finger in the air and says, "I don't need order to find my way around. I don't have to obsessively tidy everything like you do, no matter how messy my stuff and my bunk are, I always know exactly where my stuff is" Crosshair smirks and teases, "Then you certainly know where your blasters are"

Tech's ears turn red, he turns away and rummages around in his bunk for a while, sighing again and again in frustration. "Didn't you have a visitor yesterday?" Crosshair asks meaningfully. Tech turns back to him. "Yes, I did have a visitor. And?" Crosshair shrugs his shoulders suggestively. "If the blasters are suddenly gone, maybe someone took them." Tech frowns. "No, that can't be. They wouldn't do that. Why would they do that?" Crosshair shrugs again, leans back in his bunk and says, "How should I know? It's not my love interest." With a bright red head, Tech leaves the Marauder to make his way to you.

You are looking out of your window when you see him walking across the courtyard. He seems to be deep in thought and keeps shaking his head. You smile, apparently he has noticed that his blasters are missing. Shortly afterwards, you hear your doorbell ring. Tech keeps his finger on the bell for longer than necessary, a very energetic ring. You press the door opener without using the intercom. When he arrives at your apartment, he has already raised his finger. "How many times do I have to tell you not to just press the door opener? You have to make sure who's at the door, it's dangerous!" You say calmly, "I saw you at the window. But it's sweet that you're worried about me" Tech sighs softly, straightens his shoulders and straightens up a little. "I'd like my blasters back" "That's what I thought. But I want something in return" Tech frowns and asks, "So you stole my blasters to extort something from me?"

Now you frown, "Well, when you put it like that, it sounds so crude and unromantic" His eyebrows move upwards in surprise. He asks confused, "Stealing my blasters was a romantic gesture?" You laugh softly and say as warmth rises in your cheeks, "I was going to ask for some of those sweet kisses you gave me yesterday in exchange" The corners of Tech's mouth twitch, his ears turn red, and he nervously shuffles his foot on the floor. "I only gave you one kiss yesterday. That was our first kiss," he corrects. When he thinks about it, his pulse starts to race again, his heart beats wildly and his body is suddenly filled with this incredible lightness again. "That's right. But now I want more," you say, biting your lower lip. Tech, steps closer and says, "A kiss for every blaster?" "Two per blaster," you say hastily, your ears already glowing hot and your puls racing through you. Tech smirks. "Okay, I think we can do that"

Crosshair

"No" "But-" "No," the Sniper repeats seriously, "This is not a weapon for beginners. You'll learn with the training rifle first and when I think you're ready, I might let you shoot with the Firepuncher" You sigh and roll your eyes. He has just turned his back to you and is putting the training gun away, but still he says, "Stop rolling your eyes. You're learning from me because I'm the professional, so trust my judgment too" "You're stupid," you say, pouting. Crosshair chuckles softly, turns to you and asks, "Then why do you keep coming here to train with me?" You point at his gun and say, "Because I want to shoot that thing someday" His eyebrows move upwards, and he asks, "So you only come here for the Firepuncher?" You shrug your shoulders and say cheekily, "Mostly" "You're a bad liar," Crosshair says, amused. You laugh and ask, "Why? What do you think I came here for?" Crosshair spreads his arms and strikes a pose. "To use my brother's words - isn't it obvious?..."

"You think I'm here for you?" you ask with a grin, "Well, maybe a little, but I think the Firepuncher is hotter" Crosshair laughs and continues packing. "Can't say I blame you" You watch him pack up the gear, then you hear his brother call out to him from the shuttle. "Excuse me a moment," Crosshair says, and disappears up the ramp inside. Your eyes fall on the case with the Firepuncher. You can't help yourself, you can't resist. You open the case, grab the gun and close the case again. You know he'll be angry, but the temptation is just too powerful.

When Crosshair comes out again and sees that you've already left, he sighs softly. He likes your visits, likes talking to you. Whenever you part ways, he feels a certain longing to have you with him for longer. He comforts himself with the thought that you will come back, if only because of the Firpuncher. He smiles and reaches for his weapon case, but his smile freezes. The case is clearly too light. He hastily puts the case back down and opens it. Empty. "You lousy little..." With a growl, the Sniper sets off. He already suspects where you might be.

The rifle is heavier than you expected, just aiming it properly is a challenge. "Maybe I should lie down," you mutter quietly to yourself. "And pull your pants down while you're at it, so I can spank your ass!" Crosshair's smoky voice startles you so much that you hastily turn around with an already embarrassingly high-pitched yelp and drop the gun on the grass. You stumble backwards as he comes towards you and almost fall, but the Sniper grabs the collar of your jacket just in time to hold you steady. "Not only are you stealing my gun, now you're dropping it!" "Not on purpose!" you say hurriedly and adjust your jacket as he lets go of you with a snort. His serious eyes bore into yours, and you don't even dare to blink for a long moment. Cautiously, you ask him, "How upset are you?" Crosshair crosses his arms in front of his chest and sighs heavily. "Very, to say the least." You smile wryly and say, "But you stopped me from falling down, so you don't hate me too much" He rolls his eyes, unknots his arms and picks up the Firepuncher from the grass. "Lie down," he grumbles. "What?" you ask, perplexed.

Impatiently, he snaps his fingers repeatedly and grumbles, "Do you want to learn something or not?" You hastily lie down on your stomach in the grass, Crosshair lies down next to you, presses the rifle into your hands and shows you how to use it properly. "How did you actually find me?" you want to know. Crosshair snorts softly and says almost gently, "This is where we practiced for the first time." "You remember that?" He rolls his eyes and says, "I never forget anything" You take a few practice shots and it goes well. Satisfied, you turn your head in his direction and smile. His expression doesn't say much, but he says, "Not bad for an amateur" As you look at him a little longer, studying the lines on his face, unable to help but admire his face, Crosshair suddenly snaps, "Stop staring at me like a love-struck dove, look at your target" As you hurriedly look forward again, your ears getting hot, a smile twitches at the corners of his mouth. He likes you too, very much so, but he won't tell you anytime soon.

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Starlight Princess Chp. 2

Chapter 2: What We Let In

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Poe Dameron x Solo!reader

Summary: Poe Dameron finds himself captivated by the General’s daughter—her fire, her heart, her secrets. As he grows closer to her, Leia and Han witness just how much she’s inherited from them both. Amid reunions and reflection, something new begins to take root: hope, and maybe even love. Word Count: ~2,600 words

“C’mon, (Y/N). Just imagine it,” Poe said, leaning casually against the hull of your borrowed ship. “With you on Black Squadron, we’d be unstoppable.”

Poe leaned against your ship like he’d been waiting for you the second you landed—because, well, he had. Arms crossed, that glint in his eye ever-present. You hadn’t even fully dismounted your X-wing before he was pitching a new future—one with you in it. If there was one thing Poe Dameron didn’t lack, it was charm. And stubborn optimism.

You pulled off your helmet and handed it off to a nearby tech. “I don’t know, Poe. I had a pretty good thing going before Jakku. Freedom. Adventure. No orders to follow.”

Poe stepped forward, his brow raised, a half-grin forming on his still-bruised face. “And yet, here you are. Helping us. Flying better than half my squadron. Don’t tell me that didn’t feel good.”

You hated that he had a point.

“I’m just saying,” he said, eyes gleaming, “we need more people like you. Just think about it”

Then he said it—“Princess.”

That nickname made your stomach flip. You didn’t let it show, but he saw it anyway.

You blinked. Only your dad had ever called you that. On Jedha, the word had been a mockery. But coming from Poe, it felt different—less title, more tenderness.

Before you could respond, a familiar series of excited chirps interrupted. A white and orange BB unit rolled up beside Poe, practically vibrating with joy. Poe beamed and dropped to greet the droid, giving you a moment to collect yourself.

“BB-8! I missed you, buddy!”

As Poe hugged the droid, he pulled another person into his orbit—Finn. Poe turned to you, hand at your back, pulling you gently forward.

“She’s the one who found me. Brought me back.”

Your face flushed at the way Poe said it, as if it had meant something. Finn extended his hand.

“You’re the pilot who took out half a squad of stormtroopers and three TIEs in under a minute!”

You shrugged modestly. “We all had a hand in it.”

BB-8 rolled toward you, nudging your boot. You crouched down, instinctively adjusting a crooked antenna.

“You must be the infamous BB-8,” you murmured. He beeped happily. You smiled.

As Poe and Finn continued talking, Finn gave you a look, motioned you in close, and lowered his voice. “I need your help.”

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You left Poe to escort Finn to Leia—he had a plan, and Rey was at the center of it. That gave you time to return to something more familiar: your ship.

Only now, parked right beside it, was the Millennium Falcon.

Chewie was working on repairs, his fur matted with grease. You snuck up behind him and tapped his side.

The Wookiee jumped and roared, only to freeze when he saw you—his expression softening. Before you could react, you were swept into the air by his arms, your feet dangling as tears fell freely.

Then Han joined you both. He didn’t say a word. Just pulled you and Chewie into his embrace.

You spent hours inside the Falcon. The dust, the smell, the hum of the hyperdrive—it all felt like stepping through time.

Han would take you and Ben on rides through the nearby planets--quick and short, but they were your secrets to keep. Until, Ben convinced you to hijack the Falcon and take it alone, just the two of you. So, you did. Resulting in a huge fight between your parents as you landed. In the following weeks, Ben had been sent to Jedi training and you were left behind with your parents.

“Where’ve you been all this time?” Han asked, settling into the Dejarik table with you.

“Kind of everywhere. Never really settled down in one place too long,” You told your Dad. “After the fight with Mom, I wanted to go anywhere that wasn’t near her. I thought she wouldn’t want me back after what I said.”

Han looked at you, older now, quieter. “That’s not true. Your mom loves you. She called me the day she realized you were gone. Asked me to find you. And I did try—me and Chewie. But you were always a step ahead.”

You blinked, heart full. “Thank you. I didn’t think anyone was looking.”

Han smiled, eyes glassy. “Used a bit of your old smuggler tricks, didn’t you?”

“From the best,” you smirked. “Well—second best.”

He ruffled your hair. “Watch it, kid.”

Your tone shifted. “You think we could’ve saved him? Ben?”

Han’s face darkened. “I don’t know. But it wasn’t your fault. We should’ve done more. After he found out about Vader... I just didn’t know what to do.”

“It wasn’t your fault either. The dark side, it has a pull,” You met his eyes and turned away, “I want to try again,” you said quietly. “To bring him back.”

“Me too, kid. But I’m scared to lose you in the process.” Neither of you said a word. The peaceful quiet was enough to know you were safe, at home finally.

Eventually, Han stood. “Alright. I’m starving. Let’s find the dining hall.”

You stepped out of the Falcon together—Han and Chewie shielding you from the cold hangar air—only to be met by Poe, standing nearby with food in hand.

“Didn’t see you at dinner,” Poe said. “Leia was worried you skipped out.”

You smiled and accepted the food. “I got caught up.”

Han frowned. “He didn’t bring food for me or Chewie? C’mon, furball.”

Han passed Poe with a glare, muttering, “Eyes on you, flyboy.”

You waved apologetically. “Sorry. He’s... just like that.”

Poe grinned. “It’s okay. I get it.”

Then he hesitated. “There’s this spot I like… a little off-base, more quieter. It’s peaceful. Thought maybe you’d wanna check it out?”

You blinked at his sudden nervousness. Was Poe Dameron nervous around you?

Your smile was answer enough.

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The field he brought you to felt like a dream. Fireflies hovered over tall grass, the lake reflected the stars. Poe spread a blanket and lit a small lantern between you.

“I brought an extra in case you get cold,” he said.

You raised an eyebrow. “What about you?”

He shrugged. “I’ll survive.”

You rolled your eyes and pulled the blanket across both your shoulders. “Leia would kill me if her best pilot caught a cold.”

You lay beside him, silence falling comfortably. You watched the stars together until you whispered, “I haven’t taken a moment like this in years.”

Poe turned his head toward you. “How long were you alone?”

You took a breath. “Since Ben. Since the temple. Since I lost everything.”

You told him everything. The nightmares. The guilt. The arguments. The grief.

“He was my brother,” you said. “And I still wonder if he ever thinks about me.”

“I’m sure he does,” Poe said softly. “You don’t forget family.”

His words lingered. You turned to him, studying the softness in his gaze, the honesty in it--told you he meant it.

“I kept thinking about coming back. Sometimes, I even thought of finding him. Just to understand.”

“You’re not alone anymore,” he said, brushing his hand against yours.

You looked at him, grateful. Your smile was soft. “Thanks for listening,” you said. “It’s been a while since I talked to someone who wasn’t trying to kill me-or hire me.”

Poe chuckled. “For the record, I think you’re incredible. Even if I did once assume you were trouble.”

You laughed. “I am trouble.”

He grinned, “I like that about you.”

Your cheeks warmed. And for the first time in years, the galaxy felt a little less cold.

“I liked you the moment you dragged me out of that desert,” Poe added, eyes flickering to your lips.

“You were unconscious”

He smirked. “Still counts.”

Later, he walked you to your room.

“Thank you for tonight,” you said, stopping at your door. “I needed it.”

“It was my pleasure, Princess,” Poe said.

You rolled your eyes, then leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Goodnight, Poe.”

“Goodnight,” Poe disappeared down the hall, a smile on his face, till he reached his bed and slept for the night. You walked into your room, and the door slid closed behind you.

A few paces down the hall, Leia had paused. She hadn’t meant to eavesdrop. But the smile that tugged at her lips stayed long after she walked away.

You didn’t sleep much that night. Even with Poe’s warmth still lingering in your memory, your thoughts spun: Rey. Ben. The dreams. The darkness.

~ ~ ~ ~

The next morning was chaos. Repairs. Alarms. Tension. Finn was on edge, desperate for a plan to save Rey.

You and Chewie worked side by side on your ship. He teased you endlessly—especially about Poe. Han watched from a distance, arms crossed, a rare smile flickering on his face.

He remembered giving you that DL-44 blaster when you were ten. Leia had called him crazy. He hadn’t been sure then—but now, watching you laugh with Chewie, watching Poe linger nearby—he was proud.

Then his eyes drifted to the man standing off to the side—arms crossed, eyes fixed on you. He recognized that look. Had worn it himself once, decades ago.

He turned to Poe.

“How long you been with the Resistance?” Han asked.

He already knew the answer. He already knew the kid, Shara and Kess’s son. He had flown missions with his parents. He was just a kid the last time he saw him, too.

Poe straightened. “A few years. My parents were Resistance. I guess I followed in their footsteps.”

Han’s face softened. “I flew with your mom a few times. Hell of a pilot. Your dad too.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Han’s tone shifted. “So… you like my daughter?”

Poe choked. “I—yes. I mean—I do. I didn’t mean to. It just—happened.”

Han raised an eyebrow. He expected bravado. Instead, he got sincerity.

Han raised a hand. “Relax. I’ve been around long enough to know when someone’s serious.” He took a beat, “She’s got my fire and Leia’s brains. That makes her two steps ahead of anyone. Just... keep up.”

Poe nodded. “I will.”

Han clapped him hard on the shoulder. “And if you hurt her, I’ll let Chewie rip your arms off.”

Poe grinned. “Understood. Wouldn’t dream of it.”

You were wiping grease off your hands when Han approached.

“Hey, Dad,” you beamed, giving him a hug.

“You and Chewie make a good team,” he said, watching you work. He looked over your repairs. “Nice work. Just tighten that bolt there.”

“I know,” you said, flashing the matching bolt already in your palm.

Han rolled his eyes. “Smartass.”

You smirked. “Got it from you.”

“I’ve been thinking,” you said, more quietly. “You should stay. Just for a while. Be with us.”

He looked at you, eyes soft. “Mom misses you, you know,” you added. “She won’t say it. But she does. I know she does. And I miss you too.”

His hug said more than words ever could. “I missed you, kid. More than I can say.”

Then Chewie joined in. You laughed, heart full.

“You know,” Han muttered in your ear, “that pilot—Chaz?”

“Poe.”

“Yeah, Poe. He’s got it bad.”

“I know,” you said, cheeks warming. “I think I like him too.”

Han groaned. “Just don’t go running off and marrying the guy.”

“No promises,” you teased, and rested your head against his chest, finally—finally—feeling home.

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How would Poe react if you sewed something for him? 👉👈 idk what, something nice or something silly. I think he'd appreciate it and I feel like he might be someone who's always giving gifts to ppl and no one thinks to get him anything.

Made With Love

Poe Dameron x Reader

TW/CW: None! Fluff!

A/N: As someone who sews a lot (sometimes by hand when I need to calm down) this is something I'd totally do askbdlsh

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You cursed as the needle slipped and pricked your finger, bright blood welling up in a tiny pinprick before you squeezed what your boyfriend designated your "blood-sponge".

It was just a spare chunk of fabric you sterilized every time you began sewing, because stabbing yourself with the thin little metal slivers was always inevitable. You had more callouses from hand-stitching and embroidering than you did working on fixing consoles and electronics.

You were an analyst, not just the person who repaired the much-needed tech for the Resistance.

A battle analyst, statistical analyst, a "tech jockey" some called you--but many simply knew you as Poe's "partner in crime" as you oversaw many of his flight missions and dogfights.

You tied off the last stitch and held the fabric up to the light.

Poe's last scarf had gotten torn to tatters in a cantina brawl; so, the next time you were planetside, you hit a local market and scored some nice fabric to knit him a new one. It was a wonderful pass-time for you, especially if you were stressed out. The repetitive motion of seeing and embroidering soothed your mind enough to relax. Once, Poe had even caught you passed out with a half-patched shirt clutched in your hands, your head lolled back on your chair, the angle making you snore loudly.

Poe actually had BB-8 snap a holo of it. He still says it's his favorite holo he has of you--completely relaxed and at peace. (Although the pain in your neck was awful when he picked you up and laid you in his bunk.)

The scarf you had made Poe this time had the Resistance emblem embroidered in bright colors to match his flight suit, as well as a tiny BB-8 next to it.

Just then, the voice of one of the air traffic monitors buzzes through your comm; "Hey, tech jockey. Your boyfriend's squad is back. If you high-tail it now, you'll be able to make it to the hangar before they land."

You grin and jump to your feet, folding the scarf and stuffing it in one of your deep back pockets as you made a mad scamper, scrambling to lace your boots back up to make your way to the hangar.

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"Poe!" You giggle excitedly, shouting across the hangar as the mechanics carefully extract BB-8 from Poe's X-Wing.

Poe turns to you with a grin, spreading his arms wide as you throw yourself into them; his thick limbs wrapping around you in a tight hug, picking you up and spinning you around with a very nice welcome-home kiss. May have had a bit too much tongue on his part, but you were just happy to have him back and be in his arms once more.

BB-8 trills at you as he sets you down nudging your leg affectionately, and you reach down to pat the little mech's cranium. "Awww, hey lil buddy! I missed you too!"

Poe grins again and slips an arm around your waist, his dark eyes glimmering mischievously. "So... How's the best analyst in the Resistance been doing since your handsome boyfriend has been doing suuuuper important scout work, eh?"

You roll your eyes and snort. "The usual, you goof. I've actually had a bit more downtime, lately. General Organa actually smacked me on the head and told me to go and get some rest when I overworked myself."

"Oooh, not surprised there. She's scary when you don't do what she says." He snickers, kissing your cheek again. "Anything else?"

You gasp, remembering your present, and fish it out of your fatigues. Poe tilts his head curiously at you, then, as you pull out the scarf.

"Here! I finished it today!" You chirp proudly.

Poe takes the scarf with his eyebrows raised high, holding it up to examine it. He grins when he spots the little bits of embroidery you did for him; BB-8 beeping happily and bumping into your shins affectionately when he spots his likeness in the fabric.

"Do you like it?"

"Like it?" He says, his brow furrowing and his lips pursing tightly. At his expression, you feel a lump of anxiety well up in your throat.

It is quickly quashed when he grins once more, his eyes lighting up as he slips the scarf over his head and hangs it from his neck, flicking the edge over his shoulder and striking a dramatic pose.

"How's it look? C'mon, tell me. Does it bring out my eyes?" He said, waggling his eyebrows. "I bet I can use it as a disguise!"

You clap your hands and laugh, "Poe... How would that even work?! People can still see your face!"

He pulls up the edge of the scarf and covers up the lower half of his face and nose, but you can still see his lips peek out from the fringe.

"Not if I hold it like this!" He says.

You roll your eyes and shove his shoulder playfully, "You're not funny, Flyboy."

"Heyyy! I'm adorable." He argues humorously, wagging his eyebrows once again. "And handsome, and talented, and--"

BB-8 cuts him off with a dismissive trill, tweeting as his antennae bob.

"You're right." You nod at the little astromech. "He is full of himself, too."

Poe clutched his proverbial pearls, gasping in offense at the two of you.

"Ow! Whose side are you on?!"

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love and war | wrecker x fem twi'lek!reader

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summary: The love you shared was one of wide smiles and flushed cheeks. The love that made your heart grow twofold to the point it ached. The love that made one believe in soulmates. But with this love came war. War to survive in such a harsh world. War to ensure that the light of love would not be snuffed out by the growing darkness throughout the galaxy. War to simply…find peace.

a/n: !! chapter warning !! breif mention of Twi'lek enslavement and sexual/physical abuse that came with it (nothing major just one line about it) / because it was never specified how long the BB were on Pabu I kinda just took some creative liberties with it

The tidal wave that struck Pabu left the lower regions in complete disarray. The walkways that were once lined with homes were now covered in mud and debris which you hastily maneuvered your way through. You didn’t care that your dress was getting dirty or the fact that your legs suffered from scraps here and there…you just had to get home.

As you did, your absence from the landing pad was quickly noted. “Uh…Phee?” Wrecker gained the woman’s attention before he proceeded to ask where you had gone. “I’ve been looking for her, but I can’t find her anywhere.” That was when Phee’s head snapped towards lower Pabu, and with a soft curse she bolted to the pathway leading down.

Her sudden, and unusual, reaction caused the Batch to follow close on her tail. That’s when they found you…dress muddy and torn, sitting around the debris that was once your home. Your head hung low as you cried, causing your lekkus to drape across your shoulders and obscure your vision.

A soft call of your name caused you to look up and that was when you saw Omega closing the distance between you and the rest of the Batch; along with Phee. Her large, blue eyes filled with worry when she realized you were cradling multiple dead plants you had once tended to. Despite the fact the little girl barely knew you, she was smart enough to know how deeply you cared for life. “We were looking for you.”

A choked sob ripped its way from your chest as you tried to compose yourself to answer her. “O-Oh, my.” You gently placed the plants on the ground before wiping the tears from your cheeks, not even registering the fact that dirt smudged itself onto your skin in the process. “I’m so sorry.”

“You ain’t got nothin’ to be sorry about.” The sight of Wrecker caused more tears to stream from your face and with a shaky sob you dropped your head into your hands. In the blink of an eye, Omega wrapped her arms around your shoulders as they shook from your cries. “This-This was a-all I had-had.” You said in between hiccups.

“Almost two years of work caring for those plants…gone.” Phee softly said a few feet away from you, causing Hunter and Tech to look towards her. A sympathetic hum passed Hunter’s lips whilst Tech responded. “It makes sense why she seems to be so distressed. Growing plants from a multitude of planets takes a monumental amount of time and patience.” Phee softly shook her head as she watched Wrecker’s large hand hover over one of your shoulders.

He wanted to comfort you, but he couldn’t take the leap. “It’s much more than that, Brown Eyes.” Was all Phee said before making her way towards Wrecker and when she got next to him she pushed his hand so that it would touch your skin. The familiar warmth of the clone’s skin caused you to look up at him and at that moment, Wrecker vowed he would do everything in his power to never see you in such pain again.

-

It had been a few days since the start of rebuilding lower Pabu began and the majority of the time, the Batch focused on your house and shop. Perhaps it was Phee who told them too or even Shepard, because you didn’t understand why they were so keen on helping you. Wrecker would lug the materials whilst Tech put them in the correct places all while Hunter was giving directions with Omega copying what he said right after. “Please, you don’t have to do this. Really.” You softly said towards Hunter after bringing them a basket full of food.

It was the first day they began to rebuild your home and you felt as though you were taking advantage of them. The man looked at you with soft eyes and shook his head. “It’s no trouble.” He motioned his head towards Wrecker and Omega who were digging into the basket whilst Tech gently picked things out. “And besides, they wouldn’t take no for an answer anyway.”

A small smile graced your lips. “Omega is a sweet girl.” Hunter hummed his agreement before responding. “And Wrecker?” That’s when the familiar heat rose in your cheeks, causing you to look down with a small laugh. Your hand pulled one of your lekkus over your shoulder in order to hold it.

Hunter turned back to you with a knowing look as you shook your head with a smile. With a gentle shove you ushered him towards the food. “Go. Eat.” As the two of you got closer, Omega bounced over to you with a happy call of your name. “Thank you so much for the food!” A large smile overtook your face as you patted the little girl’s head. “Of course, Omega.” You looked towards the rest of the group. “It’s the least I can do for all you are doing for me.”

“I had told Wrecker many times that it would be more beneficial for all of Pabu if we distributed our help out, but he was most insistent on helping you.” Tech’s words caused Wrecker’s eyes to go wide and a gasp to leave him mid chew, resulting in a fit of coughs to leave him. Unaware that his words were the cause of it, Tech simply patted him on the back without looking up from his datapad.

From beside you, Omega was giggling whilst you smiled with warm cheeks. A heavy sigh left Wrecker after his coughing died down, though he kept his eyes away from you. “It wasn’t just that though!” Before you could look at Wrecker any longer, Omega started speaking. “We saw how much your home meant to you and we wanted to help.” That’s when a wave of guilt and shame washed over you, causing your smile to falter. “I still don’t think I should be taking all your attention. Everyone else on this island cares for their homes like me.”

“But this was all you had.” Omega stated. The group noted the way the atmosphere grew grim as your smile fell completely. A brief moment of realization that this was all you had flooded you. The little girl did not know why something shifted in the air and looked up at you with worried eyes.

“Did I say something wrong?” You dropped to your knees in a heartbeat and shook your head. “No, sweet girl.” You began to say. “It’s just…” With a shaky sigh you grabbed hold of her hands, gaining a sense of comfort from the girl. “As you brothers most likely pieced together…I was a slave…and I never had anything that was mine until I came here.” You could feel tears start to sting the back of your eyes, but you blinked them back to continue.

“And I guess it really just hit me that what I had is gone now.” A sad look had overcome Omega’s features before she wrapped her small arms around your shoulders just like she had when they first found you in the rubble. You couldn’t fight the sob that you felt coming free so with a quiet ‘thank you’ to the girl you excused yourself from the group.

Because of how close your home was to the water, it only took a minute or so before your feet got engulfed by the salt water. You didn’t notice that you were being followed by Wrecker until you heard his voice call out your name. Quickly, you wiped away any tears you had on your cheeks before turning towards him.

His normally happy expression was twisted into one of sadness and concern. “Sorry for rushing away so quickly.” You started after clearing your throat. “I…uh…I just needed some air.” Just like his brother, Wrecker shook his head. “You don’t need to say sorry.”

A small hum left you as you slowly made your way inland before plopping yourself on the sand right next to Wrecker’s leg. “I know it must seem silly to be so emotional over a structure…” The clone slowly sat down next to you as you began to talk. “But, for most of my life I never had anything that belonged to me.” You didn’t understand why you felt so safe talking about your life with Wrecker. It was as if you couldn’t hold back even if you wanted to.

“Not even my body belonged to me.” As you spoke you brushed your head-tails over your shoulders so they fell across your chest. “My body was used for many things: from cooking and cleaning, to their twisted sexual desires…even to taking the lives of those they hated.” Since you started speaking you didn’t take your eyes off the ocean.

You were afraid of what look would overcome Wrecker’s face as you spoke about what you were forced to do. “And denying them was never an option because they would simply shoot you down before you could even blink.” A heavy sigh followed. “So…when I was first given that home I was so excited. I finally had something that was mine.” Wrecker listened in silence and he couldn’t help but find common ground between your two stories.

Just like you, he was a slave but in a different way. “I’m so sorry you had to go through all that.” Never had you heard his voice so soft which caused you to look up at him and when you met his eyes…all you saw was understanding. No disgust or hatred…just understanding. Without another word you looked back at the ocean, but this time your head fell to rest on his large arm. And he didn’t move. Not one bit.

Weeks had passed since the reconstruction of lower Pabu began and the process was going better than ever. After you and the Batch finished your home, Tech had gifted you a handful of seeds he had picked up throughout their travels.

You remembered how his cheeks burned red as he explained he didn’t need them anymore because he had gathered enough data on the plant life of the planets. The group made a home in your heart and as time went on you realized that Wrecker took most of it up. The kind, outspoken clone never failed to make you smile…to make you laugh.The two of you found yourselves going back to that same spot on the beach at the end of each day. Sometimes to talk about what had happened that day or to simply sit in silence watching the sunset. And every time, you placed your head on his arm…and every time he didn’t move.

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Weekly Jungkook Fanfic Recs

Some fine JK fics for your reading pleasure. 🔞 Please show your appreciation to all the wonderful authors :)

A Date With Destiny: You are a boss lady in the tech industry travelling to world for work. He is a chart-topping artist touring the globe to perform in front of millions of fans. In the cosmos of life, you are not likely to cross paths. Luckily, fate has a different plan for you two. https://missgeniality.tumblr.com/post/641160701485907969/a-date-with-destiny-m

Strip Lawyer: Years ago, as Jungkook’s tutor, you played a game – but not to completion. Today, he does the teaching. And he’s intent on reaching the finale. https://missgeniality.tumblr.com/post/707124480570490880/strip-lawyer-m

Adore: What's the worst that can happen when you go to your favorite local drive-thru coffee shack? I'm glad you asked. A lot. A lot can happen. https://www.tumblr.com/mochilatae/697973958002327552/adore?source=shareBoohttps://www.tumblr.com/mochilatae/699599856704061440/boo?source=share What Now?: For as long as you and Jungkook have been friends, your feelings for him have been unrequited. Or have they? https://theharrowing.tumblr.com/post/711375653144084480/what-now

Sea: A chance encounter, or a twist of fate? https://www.wattpad.com/1264268562-sea-~-part-1 Dark Tide: It is one year on from her chance meeting with Jungkook on the Goseong coast, and the last thing she expected was that they would meet again in Seoul. https://www.wattpad.com/1364231203-dark-tide-author%27s-notes Bittersweet: Ellie is at a party with her friends when they give her her crushes phone number. Saying she'll never talk to him, she refuses it. Though, the alcohol she's been drinking gives her a boost of confidence. But when she dials the wrong number and ends up calling Jeon Jungkook, things spiral out of control. https://www.wattpad.com/739872382-bittersweet-%C2%BB-j-jk-%E2%9C%93-1-hello Esta Danada: Life through the eyes of someone who watches you fall apart and helps gather the shards of your heart, only for you to make the same mistake time and time again, but he refuses to accept the truth because to him, you’re infallible. https://aquagustd.tumblr.com/post/666143278078558208/est%C3%A1-da%C3%B1ada-jjk Last Call: Jeon Jungkook is the hottest bartender in the city. Everyone has their sights set on him, but it seems he has his sights set on you. https://xjoonchildx.tumblr.com/post/621953156746706944/last-call-jjk-x-reader Netflix & Chill:  If you planned things right, you could rain down your raging displeasure on Jeon Jungkook right after the meal but before this proposed ‘Netflix and chilling,’ maybe dramatically throw your glass of wine at him, before storming out of his place and reporting him to the authorities (Namjoon) for his douchebag personality. https://1kook.tumblr.com/post/620748965092212736/netflix-chill

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someone left this comment on one of my fics like 100+ days ago and it haunts me and I don't even know why I think it's because it's So Specific and also the Most Vauge?? Like when you say AU, do you mean an AU of my universe with this exact dynamic (adopted civillian reader x batboys) or??? Anyway, to get it out of my system, this is how I would attempt each of these. Spoilers for DC vs Vampires.

I haven't read Beastworld but I do know it's a Fursona™ storyline where everyone gets beast boy powers and I have no experience reading furry or A/B/O stuff sorrryyy And Vampire AU! Like a completely seperate fantasy situation or literally DC Vs Vampires? Because (spoilers) most of the bat family is murdered like Quite Gruesomely right when the story kicks off. Jason literally takes his own life when he's about to be turned. Tim literally gets his head crushed! I would still keep the reveal of Dick was the Vampire King All Along and keep him killing Bruce, Tim and Jason and then turning Damian. BB would be holed up somewhere safe and Dick would come for her, pretending that he was the only survivor of an attack. I think he would move her somewhere the batgirls won't find and pretend he's going out to kill vampires during the night. Obviously she loses her mind being locked up all the time, ventures out to try and help him and gets kidnapped to be sold to a blood farm. Dick wouldn't stage a rescue because he knows she would make him free all of the other humans and take her to his headquarters. He'd still lie to her about who killed the other bats and say that he'd been turned after killing the 'real murderer', who just so happened to be the previous vampire king, making Dick in charge. I guess from here there'd be a lot of openly yandere/maniuplation until BB figures everything out. In canon, Damian became a vampire hunter pretty much immediately after being turned but is pretending to be evil to stay in Dick's good graces. Dick obviously knows Damian is with the resistance but is sentimental and won't kill him, but won't let him get too close either as he knows Damian is planning to kill him. So in fic this would include Dick keeping BB away from Damian, since Damian knows Dick killed everyone else. BB would uncover the truth on her own and draw on vampire Wonder Woman's feminist heartstrings to get her to train her behind Dick's back. She'd then find a way to communicate and work with Damian and Barbara. Then I'd go with the canon storyline of Barabra kills Dick, makes someone turn her and then she becomes the Vampire Queen?? Then Damian and BB would be badass vampire hunters in love, and she'd let him feed from her and they'd be badass resistance leaders together.

I have never read Harry Potter and while my physical form has been present for every single one of those movies, I don't think I have ever watched one in full without falling asleep. Not that they're bad or boring or anything but??? IDK. I would totally be at a loss plot wise because I do know that the school is basically the central location, so I would need to know a lot of lore to pull it off. I'd probably go a slice of life route. I'd also have to decide on a house to sort BB into. Probably Ravenclaw just because her upbringing would make her sheltered and well read?? Bruce would still be her adoptive dad and he'd be like whatever Snape was I guess? Maybe a dual potions/defense teacher. Damian is a slytherin who makes cool magic paintings that move. Dick and Jason are on Quidditch teams. Dick is well loved and popular, Jason would be sneaking around at night. IDK about Tim. He's a pop culture bitch in my head and the HP universe doesn't really have any of that, nor do they have tech. These are all cute thoughts! Also please do not do that whole 'where's my update' shit because writing about snogging fictional superheroes does take real hours of my life and I'd much prefer compliments on what I've already written rather than the whole 'gimmie more right now' thing. I know it's supposed to read as cute but tbh it just gives entitled.

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Headcanons: First Kiss

Authors Note: this is for the anon who sent in this very sweet prompt. I've tried to keep it fluffy but, you know, Crosshair is always gonna linger closer to smut than fluff. All of these will be small headcanon ideas, with small snippets of prose & dialogue. Hope you enjoy!

Tech

How long does it take for it to happen?

Well, this is Tech we are talking about. It takes him a ridiculously long time to even realise you are interested in him. It takes him even longer to realise that you like him like that. When he realises it, he would consult his brothers about it at the first opportune moment.

You'd always tried to show Tech that you truly cared for him. You'd be overly attentive when he visited the medical wing, even if it was just for something as simple as a check-up. The first time you'd treated him, you'd been careful with his injuries, taking your time, talking with him, giggling at his silly comments. His brother's had noticed your gentle touches and twittery giggles at his comments long before Tech did. They just left it alone. Tech would figure it out eventually, right?

Well eventually was a long time coming. It was easily over thirty rotations of your attentive behaviour, of you trying to get to know him, to show him you shared interests. Of you trying to get him interested in you. What you didn't realise is that he had always been interested in you on some level. He just didn't realise what level that was. One evening, the clones were all in there shared quarters, relaxing after another successful mission. Tech had arrived later than the others as he came to say hello to you first.

When he arrived at their quarters, he simply sat for a moment, pondering over his desire to speak to you first. Suddenly he queried why you acted differently with him than you did with the others. Hunter sighed, stopping his expert ministrations with his knife in hand, looked his brother in the eye and tells him, "because she likes you." When Tech frowned deeper, somehow more confused. Surely she liked all you? "She has a crush on you, Tech." Tech stopped fiddling with his comm device to look up at Hunter for a moment. "Perhaps I should discuss this with her," he decided as he stood, speedily exiting the room.

Crosshair, had been lying on his bed, listening to the whole thing. He lolled his head towards Hunter, twirling the toothpick in his mouth from the right to the left side and and muttered, "that poor girl is going to need the Force on her side now."

Who Instigates the first kiss?

Tech. This is definitely going to be Tech. Most girls would probably fear starting something with him unless they were 100% sure he felt the same. As he isn't particularly great with affection, that may prove difficult. But our sweet boy also doesn't have a great filter for his words and sometimes his actions. So I have no doubt that he would be the first to make a move, clumsy thought it may be.

Tech had sought you out after Hunter's revelation or confirmation. He found at your station and the lab was eerily quiet. The perfect opportunity, he had realised. So he simply squeezed your arm gently. to get his attention. You smiled and turned the moment you realised it was him and he smashed his lips to yours with reckless abandon. It was sloppy and fast and not what you thought it would be. But your heart soared regardless.

When he moved away, he explained, "Hunter said that you may have a crush on me. He is rarely wrong on such matters. Perhaps this time he was?" As he searched your face for signs of disgust. There were none. He seemed a little perplexed by the flush on your cheeks. He decided it best that perhaps he leave that moment.

Gentle or Hot Heavy first kiss?

Our sweet boy is always going to be gentle, cautious. Savouring it, even. He had perhaps been a little overzealous to reach out and kiss you like that, it was felt oddly forced. Even for him. But when you finally decide to reciprocate, the main is definitely going to want to savour the experience slowly.

As he went to leave, you quickly grabbed him by the hand and pulled him back. “I didn’t think you even noticed me. I’m sorry, it took my mind a minute. You sort of appeared out of nowhere,” as he opened his mouth to protest, you placed your fingers over his lips, moving closer to him, “how about we try that one again?” You leaned in, holding your hands in the folds of his armour so that he couldn’t retreat. When he felt softness of your lips, the warmth of cheeks and body against his, Tech finally closes his eyes and simply enjoys the sensation. All too quickly for his liking, you pull away. He adjusts his goggles and asks, “would you be partial to doing that again?” That earns a little giggle from you. Of course you wanted to do that again. And again. And again.

Crosshair

How long does it take for it to happen?

On sheer stubbornness of two people trying not to admit to their feelings (or as @littlebluebatbratt and I like to call it, playing a game of emotional chicken™), it's going to take some time. I feel like Crosshair would pair well with someone who could withstand the game as well as he could. So this could go on for a long time. I like to think the right girl would make him drop his pride and give in to her and his feelings.

“You should just cave,” he whispered, as he came up behind you. His breath was hot on your neck. You jumped out of your skin at the sudden contact. His approach had been so silent. You couldn’t help but lean back, flush into his body. He was simply so warm. Your mouth hung open at the contact, a huff of wind escaping you as you rest your head back against his shoulder. Then in a sudden realisation of what you were doing, you lurched away from him. As you began to walk away, you turned to face him, walking backwards and say, “if you want it, you know exactly how to come and get it” A smirk plastered on your lips as you sauntered away from him.

Who Instigates the first kiss?

Honestly, this would depend on the woman. As I mentioned above, I think, for Crosshair to truly fall for someone, she would also have to be a stubborn, pain in the ass with just a tad too much physical confidence. They would try desperately to get him to cave first, as much as they wanted to themselves. Eventually, the man would not be able to stop himself. One day, the endless flirting would turn into something more.

“You’re maddening, you know that?” He would say with a groan, he muffled behind his hand, as you softly rubbed your leg up and down his as you sat opposite each other in the mess hall.

“I know,” you said, popping a small bite of food into your mouth, with a smug grin. Suddenly, you would remove your leg and he immediately misses the contact. You move to leave the hall, knowing exactly what you were doing, but you could feel his shadow following you out. Perhaps it was finally time?

Pulling you into the nearest alcove, by your elbow with just enough force, he would simply stare into your eyes, desperate for you. You could see it. You could feel it. He couldn’t bring himself to say it, but he knew in that moment, as you stared at him with those big innocent eyes, that he had lost. He had fully lost himself in you.

Gentle/Hot Heavy first kiss?

It’s Crosshair. It’s hot and heavy. Of course. Particularly if they’ve been playing this game for a long time. All of this pent-up frustration would be unleashed into one extremely searing, deep, long kiss.

You would wrap your hands around his neck, the moment you realised he’d caved. You’d pull him in as close as you could, onlookers be damned. He’d have your body pinned against the wall, one knee between your thighs holding you in place as he leans in to kiss you. You place two fingers over his lips, looking deep into his eyes.

“I’m gonna need you to say it first,” you said with a smirk. He sighs looking away from you. Deciding it was time, he looked deep into your eyes, his own were hooded with a deep lust.

“Fine,” he grumbled, not breaking eye contact, “you win. I want you. I want you more than I want to win this.” That was all you needed. So, you yanked his head towards you and your lips met in a sudden and heated dance. It was everything you had been waiting for. His tongue quickly delves into your mouth exploring everything he had been imagining for months. His hands would wind their way into your hair, lifting your lips closer to his. His knee pushing further up into you, until you’re almost rutting on him.

Wrecker

How long does it take for it to happen?

Wrecker is extremely vocal and does not necessarily think a lot of things through. That being said, he’s also our super soft gentle giant. He would probably spend more time trying to kiss than actually successfully doing it. I think he’d be one of the fastest to go in for a first kiss with someone, particularly if they paid him lots of attention. Which obviously, all of us would.

“I just wanna kiss ‘em,” Wrecker moaned to his brothers, his head in his hands at the bar, “but every time I get close, I back out.” He all but slammed his head on the bar. “I’m a coward.”

“You’re not a coward, Wrecker,” Hunter said dumbly, placing his hand on his brother’s shoulder, “you’re just worried that she won’t return it. But she will.”

Wrecker lifted his head toward Hunter, “how could you possibly know tha’?” It was almost a whine as Wrecker spoke.

“Because she’s not blind,” Hunter said, holding back a chuckle, “she’s spoken to me about it. She wants to know what’s holding you back.” Wrecker sat upright all of sudden.

“You mean, she knows?” Wrecker felt positively sick with the nerves. “Well, no what am I supposed to do.” This time, Tech was the one to respond as he looked up from the schematics in his hand, “well, you could just try actually kissing her.” Tech’s head immediately dropped back down to continue reading. He made it sound so simple.

Who Instigates the first kiss?

Wrecker wants to. Boy, does he want to. He wants to whisk you into his arms and kiss you so soundly that you never want to leave his side. But he’s just a bundle of nerves and insecurities under all that muscle. Knowing that you know he’s been trying, only made it worse. In the end, it would all be on you.

“Hi Wrecker,” you said, hopping off the counter of the store you worked at, “how are you?” Wrecker scratched at his neck, almost immediately, mumbling out something about being fine.

“Wrecker,” you said as a plea, when you realised that he couldn’t look at you, “you don’t need to be afraid, Wrecker. Whatever it is you want, you can just tell me.” You placed your hand softly on his cheek, encouraging him to look at you. You knew what it was that was bothering him. It bothered you that he thought you'd even consider rejecting him. His eyes finally pierced into yours, fear covering all of his features. “I – uh – I been trying to kiss you for a while now,” Wrecker stumbled over his words as he rushed to get them out, “but – uh – didn’t know if you’d want tha’.”

“Of course, I want that, you silly man.” His eyebrows shot up high as you smiled at him softly. And yet, he still couldn’t do it.

Gentle/Hot Heavy first kiss?

It’s going to be gentle, as gentle as he can make it. You wouldn’t want to push him too far, too fast. Hot and heavy could wait. You just needed to get him over the first hurdle that seemed to be plaguing him so fully. You’d gone from friendly banter, maybe some gentle flirtation and some outright cheesy phrases on his part and regressed back to the awkwardness of when you first met.

You hopped back onto the counter, making yourself more level with him. The store was empty, now was your chance. You reached your hand out for him to take and he did so very willingly, you pulled him in between your legs. Cupping his chin, you forced him to look at your smile. “Wrecker,” you whispered so softly, “I want you to do it.” He seemed to debate things in his mind, as best he could. He bit at his lip, wanting to reach in but he still hesitated.

With a small, barely audible sigh, you placed a hand on his gentle and brought his face into yours. The moment he felt your lips on his, his heart soared, and his arms cradled you naturally. You were much smaller than him, so you became enveloped in him. You kiss became firmer, occasionally pulling your lips away to tilt your head a different way. You found his lips followed you whenever you moved. If you leaned back, he leaned forward. If you tilted one way, he tilted the other and held you tighter. Truthfully, it was perfect.

Echo

How long does it take for it to happen?

I think that post-Skako Minor, Echo’s mind will forever have self-doubt and his duty at the forefront. We see both when he is described as more machine than man, percentage wise. So, I think the build-up to the kiss would simply take a long time because he does let himself believe you’d want to.

“You know you’re wrong about her, right?” Rex said to his brother as they sat together post-mission. Everything had been successful. “She likes you.”

“She doesn’t like me,” Echo retorted, taking a sip of the steaming drink in his hands. He couldn’t help but let his eyes fall across the room towards where you were chatting with Gregor animatedly. Both laughing. He couldn’t help but smile at the idea of you liking him at all. God, he loved the way you laughed. The way you made his brothers feel happy whenever you were around.

“Oh, she definitely does,” Rex spoke with a smirk as he watched his brother falling in love from a distance, "and I think you like her too." Echo's head whipped back around to look at Rex, a crimson blush on his cheeks. He took another sip of his drink.

Who Instigates the first kiss?

I fear that it would have to be you. You are the only one that can convince him that you want him in a romantic way. Sure, Rex could try and convince him. As could any of his clone brothers, but they would never convince him enough for him to dare making a move. There were many, many others you could choose. So why would you choose him? Well, you'd have to convince him that your heart had chosen him long ago.

Rex had casually mentioned to you that Echo was leaving to find the Bad Batch, knowing full well what you would do. Honestly, he was a little fed up with the mutual pining.

“Echo,” you called out as you watched him walk away from Riyo Chuchi, it looks like you were catching him just in time. You knew there was nothing you could do or say to make sure he'd keep out of harms way. You now needed their help to save others. So this was your last chance to pluck up the courage you'd cowered away from for so long,“you weren’t planning on leaving without saying goodbye, were you?”

“I – uh – no, well, yes…perhaps?” Each of the words stumbled from his mouth as if chasing one another, pain masking over his features. You placed your hands on hips at that.

“Well how am I supposed to wish you luck if you keep running away before I have a chance?” You questioned him, allowing a flirtatious grin to creep onto your features. He blushed at that, you had such an effect on him, all from two very simple words. Good luck?

“L-luck?” He repeated back. As you stepped closer to him, he tried to steady himself, tried to remain steadfast and strong in your presence. You reached your hands up to his broad shoulders, running them across the coolness of the armour covering his broad shoulder.

“Yes, and luck that is truly good should be sealed with a kiss,” you said as you watched him through your lashes.

Gentle/Hot Heavy first kiss?

This would definitely be dependent on the circumstances, I’d say it would be a little bit of both. Particularly if it plays out as it does above. Or if it's any sort of goodbye or a hello after a long time. It'll definitely end up hot and heavy if he isn’t certain of his return. If he isn’t certain of your safety. He is going kiss you as if it is both the first and last time, he will ever kiss you.

With your hands on his shoulders, you’d reached up on toes and placed your lips to his softly. Your lips had ghosted over his so gently that he was convinced it had been a dream. And yet, it lasted just long enough for his eyes to flutter closed.

When they reopened, you stood there looking at him doe-eyed, expectantly and with a big grin on your face. With a soft, playful growl, he reached around your waist with one arm and span you around, you giggle all the while. Once he placed you back down, he reconnects his lips with yours with a sense of urgency and fire that shocked you. But you loved it. You loved the way he instantly delves deeper into your mouth. The way he moans into you. The way he kisses you like it was the last chance he would ever have to do so.

Hunter

How long does it take for it to happen?

I feel like the affection would develop quickly. Particularly if it were on Pabu. He feels safe and knows Omega is safe. It’s a community. Everyone is simply getting on with their lives. So, kissing you became one of the forefront thoughts in his mind. When Echo had arrived for support, everything goes a bit awry and his internal timeline for kissing you is made far more urgent.

“She’s something special, Echo,” Hunter said, staring at you with a smile. You were playing around with Wrecker and Omega in the distance. He could hear the melody of your laughter as he leaned into the wall watching you. “If we don’t come back from this, it’s going to hurt her.”

“We don’t have a choice, Hunter,” Echo reminded him, placing a reassuring hand on his brother’s shoulder, “she’ll understand.”

“Will she?” Hunter grumbled, entirely unconvinced. But he knew if he were to die on this mission, then he wanted to know what it was like to kiss you before he went. He had settled on that.

Who Instigates the first kiss?

Hunter. He'd already come close to kissing you more than once but he didn't want to rush it and it’s not that you don’t want but you knew he was withdrawn, stoic and more often than not, very serious. You were patient. You could do this on his timeline. So, when he was ready, he’d kiss you. You were certain of that. He often searched your eyes with a hand on your cheek and each time you prepared yourself for the kiss. But the kiss never came. At least, not until Echo had shown up and they were dragged back into the war they’d fled from.

“Hey,” he whispered as he approached you from behind. You were looking out over the balcony into the night sky, simply lost in thought. You knew he was leaving again.

“Hey yourself,” you murmured quietly, without facing him. You felt his presence at your side, though you could not feel his warmth. There was a safe distance between you. His hip dug into the wall as he simply watched you and waited. Waited until you could bear to look at him. He would wait. After a moment, you simply stated, “you are going again.”

“Yes.”

“I may never see you again.” You affirmed, knuckles whitening from your tight grasp on the wall in front of you. You still couldn’t look him at him.

“Yes.”

“But, if you can come back,” this time you turned to look at him, searching the depths of his eyes, “will you?” He reached his close fist to brush against your cheek softly, letting his hand settled at the hair tucked behind your ear. With a smile, he reached in close and whispered, “yes.” Your lips parted with a prickly shudder down your spine as his free hand traced the curve of your spine.

Gentle/Hot Heavy first kiss?

I think the first time would be gentle but sensuous. He would anticipate your needs and would want the depth of his feelings to be felt as he melded his lips with yours. He wanted to convince you of your future. That there could be a future, even though he could never be certain of that.

As he pulled back from his whisper, he did as he often did and placed his hand firmly on your cheek. You knew he wouldn’t pull away this time. This was the last chance either of you would have until they returned. If they returned.

“Don’t kiss me,” you murmured, “if the only reason is that you aren’t sure you’re going to return to me.” Tears began to prick at your eyes as you looked at him.

“I’m going to kiss you,” he said, raising his other hand, to your other cheek, “because I have to know what kissing you feels like, in case I never return.” He leaned in and brought his lips to yours in a searing kiss, full of longing and passion. You couldn’t help but moan as his strong hands pulled you in as close as he could have you. Your hands wove into his hair, pulling softly at the silky strands. He pulls back, but only to tilt his head from one side to the other before delving in to kiss you again. It seemed to last both an eternity and no more than a fleeting moment.

“If I don’t come back,” he whispered as he pulls away, “just know that you have made me a happy man.” He dropped his forehead to yours, allowing his eyes to close with the affection that coursed between you.

[miscstarwarsfanficuniverse]

Welcome! This is an Ask forum for my Miscellaneous Star Wars Fanfic Universe! It's still under construction, right now, so your patience is appreciated!

Characters:

These are the characters available to ask, sorted by trilogy/show, in no particular order.

Sequel Trilogy:

Rey Palpatine/Skywalker/Solo

Ben Solo

Finn

Rose Tico

Poe Dameron

Zorii Bliss

Armitage Hux

Captain Phasma

BB-8

D-O

The Scyre Clan:

Keldo (Phasma's Brother)

Siv

Torben

Gosta

Carr

Ylva

Frey (Phasma's Niece, Keldo and Ylva's Daughter)

Torbi (Siv and Torben's Daughter)

Original Trilogy:

Luke Skywalker

Leia Organa

Han Solo

Chewbacca

Lando Calrissian

R2-D2

C-3PO

Rebels:

Ezra Bridger

Sabine Wren

Zeb

Hera Syndulla

Kanan Jarrus/Caleb Dume

Chopper

Rogue One

Jyn Erso

Cassian Andor

Baze Malbus

Chirrut Imwe

Bodhi Rook

K-2SO

The Mandalorian + Book of Boba Fett Co.

Mando/Din Djarin

Cara Dune

Grogu

Boba Fett

Fennec Shand

Kuill

Greef Karga

Prequel Trilogy + Clone Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Padme Amidala

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Qui-Gon Jinn

Mace Windu

Ahsoka Tano

Rex

Cody

The Bad Batch

Hunter

Wrecked

Tech

Echo

Crosshair

Omega

True Villains (aka Villains that I see as unredeemable, either due to Canon events or events in my fanfic universe):

Brendol Hux

Captain Cardinal aka Archex

Snoke

Palpatine

Moff Gideon

✨️The Armada✨️

A list of ships that are Canon in the Miscellaneous Star Wars Fanfic Universe, also not in any particular order. I call it the Armada because it's a bunch of ships. Get it? Get it???

Also here's a little emoji key:

💒= Married!

💍=Engaged!

💖=In a relationship!

Reylo (Rey X Ben)💒

Finnrose (Finn X Rose Tico)💖

Poe X Zorii (idk what their ship name would be :P)💖

Gingerchrome/Huxma/Phux (Hux X Phasma)💍

Hanleia (Han X Leia)💒

Cassijyn (Cassian X Jyn) 💖

Anidala (Anakin X Padme) 💒

Kanera (Kanan X Hera)💖/💒 (not officially married but might as well be)

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[dreamswithghosts]

Tech's Wires (Tech x Reader)

This is an 18+ fic, anyone who is under the age of 18 please do not read this!

Summary: You and Tech were peacefully traveling through hyperspace on a small mission when all of a sudden something happens to the ship. Tech had to crawl into a small space to get to where he needed to fix the ship. Something scandalous probably ensues afterward.

Author's Notes: This was purely inspired by an old sailor story my dad and his navy buddies always talked about. They were all on the same nuclear submarine back in the day. There was a time when the nuclear reactor that was on the sub was malfunctioning and they were going to lose power to the ship. My father had to crawl into this little hole full of wires to fix the malfunction so they could all still have power. Very much a do-or-die moment, but the kicker was he couldn't fit with the safety gear so he had to crawl in there in just his underwear. Also, I want to thank everyone who reads this and likes this. This is the first time I have ever publicly shown any of my writing. I hope you guys like it and if you have any ideas or suggestions you want to share please let me know! I plan to eventually post this on ao3 as well once I make an account. I have always been a reader and have written for my own personal pleasure. I really hope you like this. Edit: Link to fic on AO3

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, grinding, mild biting, unprotected sex (please wrap it before you tap it boys and girls and everything else), creampie, after care is important y'all

Word Count: 2.6k

You are jerked awake from the feeling of the Havoc Marauder being yanked out of hyperspace and the alarms instantly blaring throughout the small modified attack shuttle. Tech was out of his bunk in a flash before you even had a chance to lift your head from your bunk. He was in the cockpit in seconds and his voice could barely be heard over the blaring sound of the alarm. You pulled yourself out of the bunk quickly making your way to the cockpit. 

"Take over the controls and keep the ship steady." Tech hollered, he was pulling a panel off of the inner walls of the cockpit. You threw yourself into the pilot's seat, grabbing the steering wheel and holding the ship steady. You also reached over, turning the alarms off so you could think clearly as you flew the ship through the dark black vacuum of space. Behind you, you heard Tech grumbling and grunting as he reached into the open panel pulling out some wires. 

"Tech, what's going on?" Your voice was full of worry as you noticed that they were in the middle of nowhere. 

"The wires to the hyperdrive must have short-circuited and fried the system. I'm going to need to get into the wall to fix it." Tech explained. You then heard the sounds of plastoid armor dropping to the ground and the sound of the leather from his belts followed quickly after. You glanced over the back of the red seat spotting Tech pulling his shirt off of his body, and you felt your face flush a little. 

"Tech? What are you doing?" You quickly yanked your eyes back over to the dash of the ship. 

"I need to crawl into the wall to do the repair and I cannot fit with my armor and clothes," Tech said simply. Your hands gripped the wheel tighter, "Tech, that's dangerous."

"If I do not do this, we will be floating in space with no power soon." He argued. You made a small sign knowing that once Tech sets his mind on something, you know there's no changing it. You peeked over the chair again to see the last of Tech's bare leg disappear into the wall. A few minutes later, the ship started to fly more smoothly and you heard Tech remerge from the open panel in the wall. He appeared next to you, shooing you out of the pilot's seat to get the ship back on track and back into hyperspace. 

"We should be fine until we land back on Ord Mantell." Tech signed, getting up to retrieve his things, but you stopped him.

"Wait. You're bleeding." You reached out, grabbing his arm. He made no protest as you led him into the main hull of the ship grabbing the medical supplies. 

"It's just a small cut. I will be fine." Tech objected vocally, but made no move to move away from you. 

"Yes, but who knows what else is in these walls? I don't want to risk any kind of infection." You argued, sitting him down in one of the chairs and opening the medkit. You started to clean the small cut on his bicep. It took you little time to put a bandage on it and fix up the other small one on his back. Once you were done, you gave him a quick, light kiss on his cheek. 

"All done soldier." You smiled lightly at him and put the medkit away. Tech looked over at you, a very small flush on his cheeks in the dark lighting on his cheeks. He might have finally caught up to the fact that he is sitting next to you in just his underwear. 

"How much longer till we are back at Ord Mantell?" You asked lightly, moving to sit in the other chair in the main hull of the small fighter ship. 

"Oh, probably only for another hour or two," Tech answered after a second like you had pulled him out of his thoughts. You raised your eyebrow at him, "You alright?" 

Tech sat still in his chair, his sharp brown eyes staring you down. The only movement he made was his left hand reaching up to adjust the goggles on his face. He took in a deep breath, "Come over here." 

You gave him a surprised look. This tends to be out of the ordinary for him. The two of you had been doing a small dance around each other for months now, trying to see if the other liked each other more than friends. It was obvious to everyone else around them and they never failed to tell you that. Tech has never been forward like this. 

Your curiosity gets the better of you. You stand up walking the short distance from your chair over to where he sat. When you were close enough, he reached out and pulled you into his lap, making you squeak in surprise. His hands lightly rested on your hips, leaving you plenty of space to move away if you wish.

He gazed at you through his goggles, "Would you allow me… To make love to you." 

You blinked once or twice, your brain processing his words for a second. Being this close to him, you could see the small blush on his cheeks. You made a small smile, nodding your head, "Please." 

Tech took the opportunity and leaned forward, kissing you on the lips. You made a small hum, moving your head to accommodate his goggles. This isn't the first time you've kissed him. There was a drunken night between the two of you where there was a small bruise on your cheek from accidentally hitting his goggles. This was the first time the two of you kissed without the hindrance of something else in your systems. 

You wrapped your arms around his bare shoulders, lightly pressing yourself up against him as he ran his tongue over your bottom lip. You gave him easy access, making a small moan at the feeling of your tongues sliding against each other. That seemed to push Tech forward, he pushed his hands under your shirt, pulling it up over your head. The clothing dropped to the floor followed quickly with your bra. Tech's hands started to wander, mapping out your torso, taking a moment to grope your breasts. His thumbs ran over your nipples, playing with them until they were hard. 

You decide to take the initiative, moving away from his lips and starting to kiss down his jaw and neck. You paused at the sensitive skin right at the base of his giving that spot more attention. He granted you with a whimper that sounded amazing from him. You instantly wanted to hear that again and again, so you started to slowly grind your hips down against his lap. Through your pants, you were able to feel he was already hard as he rocked his hips up against yours. 

"Is that a pistol in your pocket or are you happy to see me?" You teased him lightly, leaning back some to get a good look at the man flushed in front of him. His goggles were knocked out of place and his blush had increased dramatically, it spread to his shoulders and chest. 

You got a snort and a small crooked smile from Tech. Moving his hands down to your ass, using them a moment to guide your hips on top of him. Both of you shuttering at the pleasure you got from each other. 

"You might be a little surprised when it doesn't shoot blaster bolts." Tech teased, his hands moving away from your clothed ass to the underside of your thighs. He promoted a laugh from you from his words, not expecting him to say something like that. 

While he had you distracted with your laughter, he shifted under you, pulling you into his arms and standing up. He held you with some surprising strength that only a clone could have. You instantly wrapped your arms around his shoulders, holding onto him out of the small worry that he might drop you. He walked the two of you over to the bunks, laying you down on the bottom one. 

"This spot is probably better for now." Tech hummed as he crawled over you, "Eventually I want you in the pilot's chair. If this ever happens again." 

"You've thought about this with me?" You asked, pulling him close to you again, his chest pressing flush to yours. The warmth from his body was already starting to become an addiction. 

"Yes." He hissed out, leaning down, pulling you into another kiss. You made a small groan from the kiss once again, your legs instinctively wrapping around his hips so he could grind down against you. 

He moved away from your kiss, slowly moving down your body, kissing and sucking on your neck and chest pulling all kinds of sounds from him. Eventually, he got to your hips, his long fingers dipping under the waistband of your pants. He paused for a moment looking up at you to silently ask you again for permission. You nodded your head and your pants and underwear were quick to be pulled from your body.

"Marvelous." Tech breathed looking down at you completely bare for him. You were flushed just as much as him feeling a little subconscious now that you had his complete attention. His hands moved down your sides to your hips and then between your thighs. His hand moved between your legs, being quick to find your clit, rubbing it in small circles. Your back arched off the bunk a little as you let out a deep moan from the pleasure it brought you. 

"Oh my god, Tech." You gasped as you felt him slide one of his fingers in you, meeting barely any resistance from how wet you were. His breathing was uneven as he watched you squirm under his touch. 

He was quick to add in another finger to make sure you would be able to take him. You were so worked up that his menstruations had you already close to your peak. Tech let out a heavy moan at the sight, pulling away, "You are absolutely gorgeous." 

"Tech." You shuttered at his compliments. He smiled down at you, shifting himself as he pulled the last bit of clothing that was still on his body off. You gasped at the sight of him in his naked glory in front of you. He looked divine. 

"As much as I would love to see you cum from just my hands, I would prefer to see you cum on my cock." Tech's voice was deep and breathy, sending shivers up your spine. He grabbed your thighs to shift the two of you in a good position between your legs. He ended up pulling one of your legs on his shoulder. 

"W-Wait." You gasped suddenly freezing, "Protection." 

Tech paused looking down at you confused for a moment, "You mean condoms? I doubt they're hardly necessary. Clones are sterile and we were designed to not be able to contract illnesses easily. Plus we were tested regularly. I'm clean. Are you?" 

"Yeah." You breathed still looking up at him, a little concerned. He leaned down kissing you softly on the lips, moving your leg so you didn't have to stretch it too far, "Then there should be nothing to be concerned about."  

The two of you kissed a bit more and you slowly moved away again to ask him a question, "Are you sure? You're not lying to me are you?"

"Why would I lie to you?" Tech gave you a confused look and you looked away from him off into the distance, biting your lip.

"If you don't want to do this, you can just tell me." Tech's voice was laced with concern now. You jerked your eyes back to the man on top of you, "What? No, I do! Sorry." 

Tech stayed where he was. His thumbs lightly stroked your skin, "Would you feel better if I were to find some form of protection?" 

You thought about it for a second, a little concerned you ruined the mood. But as you glanced down, you saw he was still hard, flushed red, and leaking precum out of the tip. You found yourself shaking your head no. 

"I need to hear you say it." Tech's voice was soft as he leaned down again giving you a small kiss on your cheek. 

"Tech, I want you to fuck me." You breathed, your hands reaching up to wrap around his shoulders. Tech's breath hitched, his exhale another whimper. 

"As you wish, my dear." That was all the motivation he needed, moving the two of them again between your legs. He slowly slid his dick into you making you gasp at the stretch. He started to set a steady pace, the both of you pulling moans from each other. You ran your nails up his back, probably leaving small little lines. He leaned down kissing your neck more leaving small bites that will probably leave a mark. 

Eventually, he angled his hips right, hitting a spot in you that practically made you scream. The both of you panting and moaning, a small sheen of sweat on both of your skins. He hit the spot a few more times and before you could warn him, you felt yourself cuming around his cock. His name is like a prayer on your lips.

"Oh fuck." Tech gasped his hips rocking into you as you felt your walls squeeze around him. He made a few more weak thrusts and then he was cumming inside you. You moaned at the feeling of his warm, white seed filling you. The both of you held onto each other tightly, panting hard as you came down from the high of the orgasm. 

"That was…" you breathed as Tech shifted himself so he could lean up and kiss you on the lips. He smiled softly against your lips, "Yeah." 

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, softly kissing each other as he got soft in you. Eventually, he pulled away both of you groaning at the feeling of him pulling out of you. 

"I will be right back," Tech informed, moving off the small bunk the two of you were on. He went into the small fresher on the ship, eventually coming back with a small damp towel. You had moved to your side but moved again as he settled himself between your legs again. He gently ran the cloth over you, efficiently cleaning you up. Once he was done he lightly tapped your thigh, making the sound of a slap, but not being painful at all. 

"Okay. Go use the fresher and then come back here." Tech instructed, his voice is softer than it normally is. Honestly, it sounds very similar to the sound of him waking up and still feeling tired. You nod, moving out of the bunk as he laid down on it in your place. You went to the fresher doing your business and returned like he had asked you to. He was still in the bunk, naked, but with a blanket laying over his hips. He had his tablet in his hands. He put it aside when he saw you, motioning for you to join him. 

"Didn't think you would be the type to be a cuddler after sex." You teased him lightly as you laid back down on the small bunk, Tech wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you into a spooning position. He made a small huff kissing your shoulder as you wrapped the blanket around the two of you. 

"Don't want to let go of you yet." 

[zoeykallus]

Me again! Here’s one that popped into my head randomly. What if the gender-neutral reader is “hunted” (or playfully tracked) by each BB clone? Like the reader took one of their blasters and is chased to get it back? Oooh and the reader takes Crosshair’s rifle!

Yeah, you, again, know that face by now 😁Hi! Uhm, well, let me give it a try...

TBB x Gender-neutral Reader (Extended) HCs – Lost Something? Part 1 Of 5 Hunter

Warnings: None (So far)

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

It starts with a simple assertion on your part. "I bet I can sneak up on you and steal something you're wearing on your body, like your blaster." Hunter raises his eyebrows. He laughs softly and says with amusement, "I think that's highly unlikely. My perception, as you already know, is much sharper than that of other people. You would never get close enough to me, at least not without me noticing" You smile unperturbed. You watch him, listen to him explain further. "Even if you could manage that, you can't hide from me, I'd be on your heels far too quickly. Stealing from me is much harder than you think" You nod slowly, kiss his cheek gently and say, "Okay, you're probably right. But the thought was interesting" Hunter laughs softly again. "Are you bored?" You grin at him and say, "No, I'm just naturally curious" Hunter kisses the corner of your mouth and strokes your cheek with one finger. "I see. Well, maybe we can discuss some more of your curious thoughts tonight. But now I have to go, I'm sure Echo is already waiting for me" You smile contentedly and say, "I'm looking forward to tonight"

You look after him until he disappears around the next corner to go to the meeting point at the market, where Echo is waiting for him. With a smile, you raise your right hand and look down at its contents. Hunter's blaster is in your hand. "Incredibly sharp senses," you say with a soft laugh.

Hunter walks alongside Echo through the market, looking for the stall of the merchant who sells them certain spare parts under the table, while he tells him about the conversation between you and him. Echo frowns a little, but he listens before saying, "And you told them, of course, that no one can steal anything from you that easily, hmm? Hunter laughs, a beaming smile on his face. He likes talking about you, any thought related to you is usually enjoyable. "Of course. I also told them they should know that" Echo nods slowly, completely calm, a barely noticeable smirk at the corners of his mouth. "Of course," he says, sounding almost subliminally sarcastic. Hunter shrugs and says, "We all know that no one can sneak up on me" "And where's your blaster then, genius? Have you forgotten it?" grumbles Echo, the smirk already a little more visible on his lips. Hunter glances hastily at the holster. Empty. "This can't be real," he says, stunned, almost a little breathless.

When your comm beeps, you know it's Hunter before you even look at the display. "Hi honey," you say sweetly. Hunter sounds dry as he says, "You tricked me" You laugh softly and say, "But that was the point. I proved my theory. I can very definitely steal from you" You feel it coming before it happens, but you don't have time to react. The next moment you're wedged between Hunter and a building wall. "I also said you can't hide from me," Hunter says with a smoky voice and a small smirk. Your heart is pounding in your throat, but not really from fear, it's a certain, energizing excitement. You concede, "Okay, yeah you said that and obviously you're right" Hunter reaches under your jacket, pulls out his blaster and puts it back in its holster. "I'm afraid you can't keep this, I still need it," he says, amused.

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[apocalyp-tech-a]

Glad you are enjoying it @xentari94 ! And no worries, no one knew it was me, I was keeping it on the down low, lol. For those just tuning in, if you want a Clone Wars to Mid Season 2 BB story, I've got a Tech x Jedi reader going on here (working on CH 25 now!). And for the record Tech lives in this one; as a matter of fact, he never even goes to Eriadu.

[lomlmarvel]

Starlight Princess Act II Chp 1

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Chapter 1: The Cost of Courage Series Title: Starlight Princess Act II – Echoes of Rebellion (Episode VIII: The Last Jedi Reimagined) Word Count: ~2.3k Scene Location: D’Qar Evacuation → Resistance Command & Flagship POV: Second person (You/Reader) Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader (Leia’s daughter)

Summary: The Resistance scrambles to evacuate D’Qar as the First Order descends. Amid the chaos, Poe prepares for a reckless run—and you’re left to watch him risk everything. What’s the line between bravery and loss? Between hope and heartbreak?

D’Qar Evacuation

The hangar was chaos—rushing feet, shouting techs, the sharp tang of fuel and fear hanging thick in the air. Resistance fighters loaded gear, barked orders into comms, scrambled toward the transports. And you? You moved through it all like a ghost, eyes locked on the familiar figure by the X-wing: Poe.

His jacket was half-zipped, gloves already on. He leaned against his ship like he had all the time in the galaxy—but his eyes betrayed him. They flicked toward the blast doors, toward the storm about to break.

“Tell me this isn’t what it looks like,” you said, stopping a few feet from him.

Poe looked up, a crooked smile playing on his lips. “Depends what it looks like.”

You arched a brow. “You, about to pull some heroic stunt with BB-8 while the rest of us try to not get blown to pieces.”

He straightened, stepping closer. “The First Order’s here. We’re sitting ducks. I’ve got an opening, I take it.”

“We’re evacuating,” you snapped. “Not charging into hell.”

Poe’s expression didn’t shift, but his voice softened. “We’ve pulled crazier stunts than this. You know that.”

“You’ve pulled crazier stunts,” you corrected. “I just get to hear the stories about how your ship caught fire.”

He laughed—just once. Just enough to flicker something warm in your chest. Dammit. Even now, with alarms blaring and death crawling closer, he looked at you like you were the only steady thing left in the galaxy.

“I’ll be fine,” he said. “I just need to buy us time.”

You searched his face. He meant it. Every word. But you could see it—the edge of recklessness, the glint of loss in his eyes. Leia’s daughter or not, you weren’t sure you could talk him down from this. Of the weight he never let anyone else carry.

“I’m with the droid on this one,” you murmured.

He grinned. “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

Then he paused, voice dipping low. “Listen. If I don’t make it back—”

“Don’t,” you cut in, voice sharper than you meant it to be. “Don’t say that.”

Silence fell between you, heavy despite the sirens in the distance.

“I’ll be back,” he promised. “Happy beeps only.”

Then he was gone—vaulting into the cockpit. BB-8 chirped. The X-wing roared to life. You stepped back as the ship lifted and streaked out of the hangar, into the blinding sky.

~ ~ ~ ~

RESISTANCE COMMAND ROOM – MOMENTS LATER

Red lights flared. Monitors blinked. The radar pulsed as a single dot flew toward the First Order fleet.

“General, Resistance ship approaching. Guns and shields in attack mode.” “A single light fighter.”

Leia was already there. You moved to her side as the comm crackled.

Leia glanced at you, more tired than surprised. “Your flyboy’s at it again.”

You shook your head, but your lips tugged upward. “He’s impossible.”

LEIA: “Just for the record, Commander Dameron, I’m with the droid on this one.”

POE: “Thank you for your support, General.”

You could picture his smirk as he flicked switches in his cockpit.

POE: “This is Commander Poe Dameron of the Republic fleet. I have an urgent communiqué for General Hugs.”

The exchange with Hux was absurd. It would’ve been funny—if it weren’t real.

When the First Order opened fire, the moment snapped. Poe dove, BB-8 squealed, and you watched the tactical screen flicker with rapid-fire updates.

“He’s going for the dreadnought.” “He’s insane.”

You didn’t blink. Poe’s X-wing was a silver streak across the sky, skimming the dreadnought’s surface, taking out cannons one by one. Every impact shook the ground beneath your boots.

Your pulse climbed with every risk he took.

POE: “Tallie, start your approach.” TALLIE (RADIO): “Copy that.”

Then—

POE: “BB-8, my weapons systems are down. We gotta take out that last cannon or our bombers are toast. Work your magic, buddy.”

Leia gave the order. “The last transport is in the air. The evacuation is complete.”

You didn’t let yourself breathe until you heard her say it. But Poe’s voice cut through again.

POE: “We can do this. We have the chance to take out a dreadnought.”

Your heart twisted.

Leia gave the order to pull back. Poe didn’t.

You could feel it—that tug of belief, the same thing that always pushed you toward the edge. Maybe that’s why he got to you. Maybe that’s why you couldn’t stop watching his dot dance through danger. Because he believed so hard that you forgot how to be afraid.

The last thing you heard before Poe cut comms was:

“Let’s go, BB-8. It’s now or never.”

You stood at the command deck, watching his dot streak toward the dreadnought. The Resistance scrambled to leave the surface. Leia didn’t speak. Neither did you. But her silence? It said everything.

You focused on the screen—anything to avoid thinking about the ache clawing up your chest.

“Bombers approaching,” someone called out.

POE (comms): “It’s not every day we get a shot at a dreadnought. Let’s make this count.”

You wanted to believe that. You really did.

Out in space, the fighters swept forward, a dance of courage and desperation. You tracked every movement—Tallie’s A-wing ducking between cannon fire, Poe looping and twisting with impossible precision, clearing the path.

But your eyes found the bombers—the slowest, most vulnerable ships in the fleet. You hated those ships. Hated how fragile they looked under that kind of firepower.

“Fighters incoming!”

You flinched at the chorus of panic flooding over the comms. Pilot names you knew. Voices you’d laughed with in mess halls, argued with in mission briefings. People who still looked at you like a Skywalker—even when you didn't feel like one.

One bomber exploded. Then another. Their deaths weren’t cinematic. Just light and silence.

You closed your eyes for half a second. Long enough to hear your heartbeat echo behind your ribs.

POE: “Tallie, they’ve begun the priming sequence.”

TALLIE: “Copy. We’re almost there.”

Almost there. You hated those words. Almost meant someone was about to die.

“Bombardiers, begin your drop sequence.”

You stepped forward, heart thudding. The last bomber was struggling. Leia leaned in beside you, concern deepening every line in her face.

Then came Poe’s voice again—desperate this time. “Paige, come in. Why aren’t your bay doors open? You’re the only one left!”

Paige. You met her too. Quiet. Focused. Brave.

You stared at the screen as her ship shuddered under impact. The feed stuttered, flickered. Then—nothing.

A button. A kick. A final reach.

Then— Bombs away.

The dreadnought erupted in a blinding chain of fire. The command deck exploded in cheers. People hugged. Screamed. Cried.

But you didn’t move.

It was a win. A big one. But all you felt was the empty silence left by the voices that wouldn’t return. The cost of Poe’s gamble.

And you knew it wasn’t over.

~ ~ ~ ~

RESISTANCE FLAGSHIP – LATER Leia stood alone at the viewport. You approached her slowly, not sure if she needed space or company.

You approached quietly. “Paige is gone.”

She didn’t look at you. “So are half our bombers.”

You swallowed. “But the dreadnought—”

“Gone. Yes.” Her voice was flat. “But at what price?”

You hesitated. “Poe—”

She turned. “Poe needs to learn what you already know. Being a hero isn’t about the biggest explosion. It’s about knowing when not to light the fuse.”

You nodded and lowered your gaze. She wasn’t wrong.

And you hated how much it scared you.

Because for all Poe’s daring brilliance… you weren’t sure he knew where that line was.