#the clone wars drabbles

[mybeautifulbeautifuleternal]

Imagine: Turning into The Dark side ( instead of Anakin)

( Ahsoka, Anakin, Obi wan)

You were in Ashoka’s crèche growing up, honestly one of her best friends.

Ahsoka would eventually match so well with Skyguy because she too had little chill

So you were the perfect partner for her — skilled enough to keep up with her in all her shenanigans but cautious enough to help warn her away from the first plans that went through her head

Ahsoka, after being paired with Skyguy, kept the thought that you’d do well under Master Obi in the back of her head

Instead, to the surprise of pretty much the entire Temple — Quinlan Vos had swooped in and asked you to be his new padawan

And equally surprising, you hadn’t spent much time thinking it over before you agreed

You confided in Ahsoka a few months later that you had felt the Force nudge you into agreeing and that you had personally thought you needed a Master that would help you step outside of your small comfort zone, help you learn to stand on your own feet

And you did!

Quinlan left you with Master Obi a lot — Quinlan was involved in a lot of heavy missions, things that he didn’t want to drag a brand new Padawan into so the 212th had an occasional baby Jedi Commander with them

(And Ahsoka was pleased to find out you worked fabulously with Master Obi — it only took you a week to master Obi-Wan’s signature disappointed look, all hip cocked and extreme frown and raised eyebrow. You stopped both Quinlan and Skyguy flat out with it the first time you broke it out on them)

But you’d been with Quinlan for long enough he finally felt confident enough to bring you with him on a run of the mill mission — something relatively easy to start dipping your feet into the undercover work he was helping you train in

Ahsoka guessed you had spent to long with the 212th and the 501st — you had picked up their bad luck — because it had only taken a day on the ground for things to go catastrophically wrong

Quinlan swore to anyone that was around him that he had only looked away from you for less than a minute but in that time you had been taken

It had to have been a professional group because Quinlan had immediately leapt into action and had tore apart your last known location, even dragging in his favorite clone Commander Fox and the entire Corrie guard but you were nowhere to be found

It had wrecked a lot of people when the news of your disappearance came out — you had been known and close to quite a few different Corps and it had devastated all of them

Ahsoka knew that no one ever completely gave up the search for you but eventually the rest of the War took over and finding you became a secondary or tertiary objective for most everyone

Not Quinlan though. Ahsoka knew he was still tearing his way through every dark corner and whispered boogeyman to find you

The Council had let him do so because a) they wouldn’t be able to stop him if they tried and b) his efforts were weeding out quite a few undesirables — not necessarily in ways the law abiding citizens approved of but Quinlan, even in his obsessive search for you, was careful to not present himself as a Jedi

Now though, Ahsoka had to hope that Quinlan hadn’t found you, would never find you…

The red of the lightsaber illuminated the corridor quite nicely. Certainly enough that Ahsoka couldn’t argue with herself — it was you in front of her, eyes a sickly yellow and a new hilt humming in your hand. The buzz of your lightsaber was the only sound Ahsoka could hear, even drowning out her heart breaking.

Your name slid from her lips without Ashoka’s knowledge and shattered the uneasy silence that had grown between you.

“Little ‘Soka isn’t so little anymore is she?” The words were purred, the malice dripping from your lips ripping right through her. Ahsoka tried to stop herself from flinching away from you but she feared she failed.

Lowering her hands to her sabers, she shifted into a ready position. She wasn’t going to let you get away again, no matter what had happened when you were taken. Quinlan had come back to the Light and Ahsoka knew he’d be by your side the entire time as they yanked you back to the Light.

“Oh? Does Little ‘Soka think she’ll be able to stop me?” You pouted at her in laughter, confident in your skills but Ahsoka didn’t let that deter nor distract her.

Ahsoka was a Jedi, she was a hunter who wore an akul headdress, and she had your scent. You weren’t going to get away from her again.

Again, you were a crèchemate with Obi-Wan, bold and brash and confident

You were a few years younger than the rest of the group but you had some pretty extreme shields guarding your mind that made you the perfect partner for either Quinlan, who’s psychometry wasn’t yet under his control, or Obi-Wan, who’s connection to the Force left him with pretty severe nightmares and visions that he often unknowingly projected around himself

You had been born with strong shields and that gave you the perfect protection against those two and so you had been quickly moved into their room as a buffer

Their clan had been kinda insular, most everyone making quick and sure friends with everyone — you had fit right in, quickly catching up with where everyone else was study wise

You had been the last one to get a Jedi Master and you credited it mostly to Obi-Wan that you had gotten one at all

While Obi was settling into being Master Qui-Gon’s padawan, you made a menace of yourself, invading their space frequently

This led you into being noticed by Dooku

Dooku and Qui-Gon famously Did Not get along but Dooku never really let that stop him from watching over his padawan

And he was amused by your determination to insert yourself into his Lineage’s lives but he felt that you rough edges were just a little too rough

And he was sure that he could smooth them out — not into a stone but into a knife, sharp and deadly

It was a subtle affair when Dooku asked you to become his padawan. He had asked your teachers to let him test your various table manners over a many course meal meant to simulate a variety of different systems customs

It really wasn’t something that was done but Dooku is Just Like That and he managed to slip it between questions about the rules of silverware during a Royal Naboo dinner and the correct way to seat dignitaries at an Alderaan banquet

Your partnership with Dooku brought him and Qui-Gon closer because now when you invaded their rooms, you always brought Dooku with

The partnership you held with Dooku was rocky to start but he had a strong Will and strong opinions on the correct way to behave but it wasn’t until you saw the way he insulted over 2 dozen different people during a senate debate without anyone knowing that you buckled down to learning his ways

You spent a lot of time on diplomacy missions but you were also sent on a lot of missions with the Jinn/Kenobi pair

You were actually supposed to be on the mission to Naboo that ultimately led to Qui-Gon’s death

Unfortunately, you had suffered a pretty severe broken leg from goofing around with Quinlan and Obi-Wan beforehand that led you to be Temple bound for a few weeks while it healed and Qui-Gin snuck out with Obi-Wan before Dooku could decide whether he wanted to stay with you or go with them

That…caused a lot of unspoken tension when Qui’s death was announced — you started to blame yourself for getting injured but also Quin and Obi for going so far in what was supposed to be a friendly afternoon, Obi-Wan felt like you had started the roughhousing that ultimately meant you were absent when he needed the help the most, Dooku was mad that Qui-Gon left without him, mad that Obi-Wan was part of the reason you were injured enough to require a long healing rest, and mad at you for getting injured

All of this was paired with his feelings about the senate and the roll the Jedi played in the Galaxy so he left. And he Fell

You stayed in the temple. At that point you had passed your trials to become a Jedi Knight and it took a couple of days after Dooku left before you heard the news

But it was hard after that

Your Lineage now had 2 fallen Jedi in it plus Qui-Gon’s maverick ways and Obi-Wan’s new padawan who was too old and too angry and just too much

Obi-Wan had sequestered the two of them away so that Obi could focus on making sure Anakin quickly caught up and that meant all of the Temple’s scrutiny and attention fell on you

You honestly lasted longer than you thought you would but about 2 years after your master Fell, the final straw came and broke the camel’s back

You had been a model Knight in those years, with several wins and successes under your belt. During one of those missions, you had found a force sensitive child and had brought them back to the Temple

The council saw the way the two of you interacted and guessed that you would be asking to become their master as soon as they were old enough

They spent a few weeks watching over your interactions with the child and knew their guess was right

They called you in for a meeting and very bluntly told you it wouldn’t happen. They weren’t going to risk such a child for the former padawan of a Fallen Jedi

You didn’t know where you personally went wrong. You didn’t think it was fair to blame Dooku’s Fall on you and you had spent the last 2 years becoming then being a model Jedi

It was then that you received communication from Dooku again — a long talk about how the Jedi were straying from their path, were bending to the Senate’s demands…

His message spun around and around in your head for weeks but it was the sight of Obi-Wan and Anakin laughing as they came back from a mission that firmed your resolve

Obi-Wan was in nearly the same position as you - Dooku was his grandmaster and Xanatos was his padawan brother, the Maverick was his master…why did Obi-Wan get to have a padawan to bond with and teach and guide into the future but you couldn’t?

That night you backed your bag, filed the flimsiwork that severed your connection to the Temple and left, leaving only your lightsaber behind

You had been outspoken about how much you disproved Dooku’s path since the minute you first heard he left then Fell and so nobody thought to look for you in his direction

Obi-Wan kept a wary hand loosely around the hilt of his saber. Something in the air, in the Force, was warning him. He wasn’t sure what the warning was but he knew it was there.

Obi-Wan knew he should be relatively alone in the Force on this planet — there were no records of the natives being Force Sensitive and the War had spread the Order thin enough that it was rare the he was ever sent out with a partner that wasn’t Anakin.

…and yet…

There was a sense in the air, something indescribable and uniquely Force in nature — the middle ground between touch and taste — that told Obi-Wan that someone was nearby and using the Force.

It was only his careful consideration of his surroundings that let him dodge the sweep of the red saber blade that was intent on taking off his head. It was a quick paced battle that took of from there, the Force being liberally used to help overcome the near complete darkness that support him and his opponent.

When Obi-Wan was thrown through the doors of the warehouse he had been hiding out in, the week sunlight that managed to break through the cloudy day was enough for him to see your face.

The shock that ran through him at the sight of you again was almost enough for you to gain the upper hand. Unfortunately for you, he had spent nearly his entire childhood and the actual entirety of his padawanship drilling with you on the various saber forms and he knew your style front to back and back to front.

It was that intimate knowledge of you that allowed him to keep living. You hadn’t been shocked to see him and you hadn’t suddenly started to pull your punches. In fact, your attacks gained in power and strength, a fury racing through you at the sight of his face.

“What happened?” It slipped out without his intent, sadness flooding itself around the words to drag them to the ground in disbelief.

“You did,” your voice was vicious, barbed, and aimed at him to shred him to pieces.

“All of this,” you spread out your arms to encompass the entirety of his view, “is your fault. It is because of you that Master Dooku lost Qui-Gon and it is because of you that Master Dooku left me and it was because of you that I FELL.”

Here your attacks gained strength and speed, an unreal whirlwind of unrelenting attacks.

But it was the next sentence that caused the most damage.

“Everything I’ve ever done because I Fell? Can be placed on your shoulders Obi-Wan.”

You were a healer in your last years of training when Anakin was first brought to the Temple — in fact, you were the one who took out Anakin’s slave chip

You had been in training for field medicine for the purpose of being a traveling medic and so you were used to explaining every step of your process — it calmed a lot of people down when they knew exactly what was happening to them and why

That kind of care had been really rare for Anakin and he quickly formed a bond with you because of it

That bond was very useful when you had to give him a full physical and the entire panel of vaccines — you didn’t move on to the next procedure or vaccine before you described in detail what it was and how it would help

Whenever he had to go to the Halls for healing, he always asked for you

And when you did finally earn the rank of knight and started to leave the Temple on your missions, Anakin was quick to “subtly” suggest to Obi-Wan that the two of them should follow in the same direction

It worked out — the Kenobi/Skywalker pair were ones to fall face first into major trouble and the Council decided it would just be quicker to send the three of you into the same areas for missions

Anakin really looked up to you — he never forgot his dream to free all the slaves and he knew you were working towards that goal, slowly but determinedly

And when the War broke out, Anakin was one of the most vocal supporters of you continuing your traveling work — he wasn’t afraid to argue his support of the good you could do. The War was going to negatively effect so many people, he said, and having Jedi still be seen helping people, healing people, would help with the support of the Republic

So you continued your way through the Galaxy, through the War and the death and destruction it brought

And that…broke you. You were only one person and there were just too many people that needed help

You Fell reaching for more power to just help one more person

The Holonet blasted out the announcement and a picture of you with the Classic Sith eyes before the Temple knew

And Anakin was devastated.

You had been an Idol for him, a pillar of Good

He actually refused to believe it for the longest time — you fell after the Rako Hardeen mission and Anakin was convinced this was another trick by the Council

It wasn’t until he saw you cutting down your former fellow Jedi to drain them of their power that he knew you were gone

The healer he had known would have never harmed anyone

The silence on the bridge was deafening. Anakin was frozen in his spot, his Master and his Padawan slowly crowding up against him in support. The holo footage of you was still playing on a loop, each frame of it as damning as the first time he saw it.

A blink and there you were dropping onto a Jedi Knight’s shoulders. A blink and your new saber, blood red blade a vicious wound across your body, was cutting through the Knight’s chest. A blink and you were kneeling over the dying Jedi, your eyes now a cancerous luminous yellow as you drew the Knight’s power and connection to the Force into yourself. A final blink and you had had the audacity to blow a kiss towards the dying Trooper who captured the footage before sashaying away.

Anakin wasn’t sure how long he watched the holo repeat itself before his heart hardened itself against you. He could feel the tears forming in his eyes as they slowly slid shut. Leaning slightly against his Master, Snips a comfortable warm line against his other side, Anakin finally reopened his eyes and turned to Rex and Cody.

“Make sure to get that footage circulating through the troops and sent on to the Temple. We need to start planning the appropriate approach when Darth Insidiae is next spotted,” his voice steady and sure, Anakin knew that his words were a death sentence for you.

But, Anakin thought to himself, you had already died. Now he was just taking care of your killer.

[st4rreid]

well behaved padawan

mdni 18+

summary: you had been acting in like a brat all day, pushing Anakin to his limits until he had enough.

warnings: smutty smut smut, fem/ afab reader, dom/sub dynamics, spanking, swearing, p in v, power imbalance, edging/ orgasm denial, praise, degradation, teeny bit of aftercare, creampie, probably more but i’m tired.

A/N: iz actually posting for once??? drinking wine brings out the whore in me so i was possessed to write this.

wc: 1.5k

You know Anakin prefers a compliant padawan, pounding you into submission when the council smites him, or when missions don’t go exactly how he wants. Every now and again however, you can’t help but to act out, and get under that pretty tanned skin of his, and that’s exactly what you had been doing all day, rolling your eyes and sighing when he spoke, dragging your feet as you walked behind him through the temple, making lousy blocks when he lifted his saber at you in training.

Truthfully you didn’t know why you were in such a bratty mood, but you reasoned that you had just been too well behaved as of late and he should have to put in some work for once.

You knew when he pulled you into his quarters he’d be making you sorry for your actions.

"What's wrong Ani?" you purred, running your hands through his hair and tugging gently. “I know we’ve had a long day.”

Anakin's eyes darkened with desire. Almost always, he would take charge, but today, after your behavior he had something a little extra in mind. He sensed a challenge in your eyes, a playful sparkle that hinted at trouble.

"Get off me, brat," he growled, his hands going to grip at your thighs. "You know very well that your behavior today warrants a punishment.”

"Aw, come on, Ani," you cooed, leaning forward so that your nipples brushed against his chest. "I just want to make you feel good. Isn't that what good girls do?"

With a swift move, Anakin pushed you onto the bed, caging you between his arms. "Not this time, little slut. This time, I want you to beg. Beg me to fuck that pretty pussy of yours."

A mischievous glint met your eyes, your inner brat bubbling back to the surface. "Oh, really? And what if I don't want to?" You pushed him away, "Maybe I'll just go find someone else to scratch this itch. Obi-wan looked really really good toda-" *smack* you were interrupted by a harsh backhand across your face, head careering to the right.

Anakin's eyes narrowed, his possessiveness bubbling to the surface. "Oh, you think you can play that game, do you?" He closed the gap between you, his tall, muscular frame intimidating, yet incredibly attractive. "You forget who's in charge here, princess."

"Who's in charge?" you taunted, cheek stinging, yet not quite ready to submit. "I don't see anyone in charge here except me. And right now, I'm feeling very much in control."

Anakin's gaze darkened, and you could see the desire burning in his eyes. He placed his hands on your waist, tugging closer. "You want to play it that way, huh? Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you when it becomes too much for you.”

"You like being a naughty girl, don't you? Teasing me, playing with fire. Well, let's see how well you handle it."

You gasped as he pinned you against the wall, his mouth crashing down on yours in a hungry kiss. You melted into him, your brattish façade slipping as your need for him took over. His kiss was demanding, possessive, and it sent shivers down your spine.

His hands roamed your body, removing your robes as well as his as he went, cupping your breasts, tugging at your nipples, making you whimper into his mouth. Then, sliding his hand down your stomach, to the apex of your thighs, his fingers seeking the heat of your sopping core.

"Somebody's wet baby? It’s pathetic, like she’s crying for me, huh?" he crooned, his breath hot against your ear. "Did thinking about being a bad girl turn you on? Did you touch yourself, imagining it was my hand between your legs?"

you whimpered, head falling back as his fingers teased your clit. "No... I... I wanted you," you gasped, your body thrumming with need.

"Wanted me, huh?" Anakin said, his voice hoarse with desire. "Well, you’re gonna have to wait a little longer first ok? I can’t go around rewarding bad behavior.”

With that, he swept you off your feet and carried you to the bed, his eyes smoldering with a mixture of lust and dominance.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed he placed you, stomach down across his legs, hands roaming the curves of your ass. “Count.” he spat.

Feeling brave you rushed to start counting, before he could hand you the intended punishment. “one, two, three, fo- fuck!” you shrieked the painful stinging being more than you anticipated. “Feel like behaving yet?” he questions, and you can practically feel the smug smirk he's sure to have. You shake your head and let out a tiny “nuh-uh” that comes out more as a whimper as tears start to prickle at your lash line.

He raises his hand again and you tense in anticipation, needy hole clenching as he delivers another equally as mean smack. “T-two” you choke out, tears now freely falling down your face and onto the plush mattress beneath you. “There's my good girl again” Anakin coos, letting his dominant exterior fade for just a second as he strokes the reddened flesh.

His dominance quickly returns to the surface, as he delivers an ever so slightly softer hit to your hind. “Three” you sob, knuckles turning white as you clench your little fists together.

“Two more, pretty girl. You can do that for me right?” he croons, amused by how a few good spanks can completely dissolve your bratty display. You whimper a little “yes” between deep breaths to prepare yourself for the next one.

“Four!” you cry, cursing under your breath. Not wanting to delay any further, Anakin delivers the last firm hit to you. “Fuck-five!” you shout relieved that the onslaught of spankings was over.

Anakin soothes his hands over the new marks he had left, thoroughly enjoying his own handywork.

"Now, be a good girl, get on the bed and spread those pretty legs for me," he said, his voice low and husky.

Your bratty exterior had completely melted away, replaced by a needy, wanton whore. you did as you were told, spreading your legs wide, exposing your sopping pussy to him.

Anakin's eyes devoured the sight before him. "Such a pretty sight," he growled, positioning himself at your entrance, tip grazing your soaked folds. "You ready for me, baby?"

You nodded, your breath coming in short gasps. "Please, Anakin. I need you. Now."

With one swift thrust, he entered you, bottoming out. You cried out, in short broken gasps, your legs twitching as you took his whole length, the stretch was uncomfortable, but not entirely unpleasant, and almost completely eclipsed by the satisfaction of being so full. He began to move, his hips snapping as he plunged in and out of your tight heat.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his hands gripping the fat of your thighs as he pounds into you. “Your tight little pussy was made for my cock."

You moaned, your nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure coursed through you. "Please... right there... Oh God!"

His thrusts became more urgent, his body slick with sweat as he drove into you again and again. Your hips bucking up to meet his in perfect synchronicity. The room was filled with the sounds of your combined passion—the slapping of skin, ragged breaths combined, and your moans of pleasure.

"I'm close... so close," you panted, your body tensing as an orgasm built within the pit of your stomach.

With the admission of your impending orgasm, Anakin’s hips stilled, that cocky, knowing smirk plastered on his face. “Hm I don’t know baby.” he croons “I still haven’t forgotten your insolence.”

Your chin started to wobble. Tormented by his throbbing cock still buried deep within, angry red tip weeping inside.

“‘m sorry! Please, just let me!” you cried out, thick, hot tears sliding down your face.

He resumes his movements, this time deliciously slow, allowing you to feel every vein along his length. “Are you going to misbehave again like you did today?” he smirks, knowing he’s got you exactly where he wants; a whiny mess, broken and needy.

You shake your head, tears freely flowing down your face, “ ‘m not, no. never again.” you grip onto him tighter, surely leaving little crescent marks, on the taught skin of his shoulders.

“Promise me baby, y’know I hate not giving you what you want” liar, he’s found this process entirely satisfying, but he doesn't want you to know that yet, not when you've taken his condescension so sweetly.

“Please Ani, i- I promise.” with your verbal pledge he kisses away the sweetly salty tears coating your face before returning to pound into you.

"Cum for me, baby," Anakin growled, his voice thick with his own desire. "Let me feel that tight pussy milking my cock."

Your body shook as an intense orgasm ripped through you, walls clenching tightly around his shaft. "Anakin! Oh fuck!"

Feeling your orgasm, Anakin let go, his own release crashing over him. "Fuuuck!" he grunted, his hips stuttering as he filled you with his hot sticky cum.

Collapsing onto you, he kissed you deeply, their sweaty bodies still joined together. "Gods, baby," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. You hazily smiled, still vibrating from the intensity of your orgasm. “You’re all sweaty Ani, and heavy. We need to shower.” Anakin hummed, still not ready to move “just five minutes like this princess.”

[castiwls]

mess - a.s

Paring; anakin x reader

Synopsis; You and anakin got captured on a mission. and its all his fault

Warnings; none

Notes; I think i wrote this back when ahsoka first came out and I went into an anakin skywalker brainrot lmao. Its a quite a few months old so I apologise if this isn't the best :) (also I was thinking of cw!ani when I wrote this) requests are open!

Masterlist

A huff left your lips as you stared pointedly ahead of you. “Are you seriously gonna ignore me?” From the corner of your eye, you watched as your cellmate leaned forward. He poked you in the arm, frowning slightly when he got no reaction.

Another huff left your lips as you pulled your knees to your chest. Anakin let out a chuckle moving to stand in front of you. “You can’t ignore me forever. You’ll get bored eventually.” He teased. Your gaze slowly met his and you pursed your lips. “This is your fault. You know that right?” You tilted your head.

Anakin crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze hardening slightly. “This is not my fault. It was you who made the plan! This was your idea.” You shook your head. “Yes, I made a plan. You were the one who changed the plan.” 

Everything had been going fine. You’d managed to successfully convince the governor to join the republic and you’d managed to do it with little to no fighting for once. And then Anakin had decided to get smart. Apparently, he really couldn’t help himself when it came to separatist spies and that’s how you both ended up in a cell and in doing so you were pretty sure you’d lost the deal with the governor.

“You punched a guy! With no good reason!.” You waved one of your hands out your frustration slowly building. “He was a spy.” he snapped. “They didn’t know that!.” You explained moving to stand. “Now we're stuck here while that spy is able to strike a deal with the governor.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “A deal which I had.” you pointed a finger to yourself before turning away from him. 

You could feel his gaze on you as he stood quietly. You were both quiet for a moment before a loud sigh left Anakin’s mouth. “So this is all my fault?!” He threw his arms up. “yes! That’s what I’ve been saying!” You cried turning round to face him.

Anakin stared at you for a moment before a small smirk slowly started to grow on his lips. You rolled your eyes. “You find this funny? Seriously.”

“No. No, I don’t.” He slowly walked towards you, running his hands up your arms before he grasped your hands in his. “I just had an idea that's all.” He shrugged.

“An idea?” You raised an eyebrow. “So far your ideas haven't been very helpful.” You teased smiling  up at him. Anakin ignored you. “You wanna get out of here?” He threw a glance over his shoulder to where a guard stood.

You knew whatever idea he had, it was going to be insane. Anakin’s ideas always tended to be. “You're lucky I love you,” Letting out a sigh you nodded. “What’s the plan.”

[kometqh]

𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Captain Rex x f!reader

Word count: 702

Warmings: None. Just a little angst.

A/N: this was eating at my brain all day after seeing a YouTube short. Might write a tiny part 2 might not as I wait for my brain juice to allow me to continue with my other WIP’s (smoot) :) this is also very much unedited, it’s just my brain unicorn farts at 1am.

The night was overwhelmingly bleak. Clouds gathered in clumps, blocking out the millions of stars in the sky. Rex felt anxiety tugging at his heartstrings, playing them cruelly with cold, nimble fingers. He hadn’t seen her in years. He’d put on weight, developed more frown lines, more grey hairs. Gregor had always made fun of him, laughing about Rex needing to start skincare. Would she even recognise him?

A harsh, cold wind pushed past him. Icicles pricked at his skin, ushering him to turn around and never look back. He was too old for this, what if she'd moved on? Started a family?

No. She promised that she would wait.

She was a woman of her word. As loyal as his late brothers. Deep down he knew that she would wait, whether it be days or months or years.

As his shadow fell upon the front door, the clouds parted and a glint of moonlight shone on his back. Finally, some light.

Raising his fist, he hesitated. Did she still live here? What if Gregors intel was outdated?

Kriff it. He had nothing to lose.

He knocked three times, the sound hollow against the wooden door.

He waited, observing his surroundings. The roses had wilted. Her roses were never wilted. She was sharp and precise. Observant. Blood pumped faster through his veins, anxiety boiling over in the pit of his stomach.

Minutes passed and there was still no answer. A cold breeze sent goosebumps down his spine.

He knocked again, to no avail.

“What’s going on?” Rex muttered to nobody in particular, his brows furrowing. Where was she?

His legs moved before he was aware of what he was doing.

The back gate had been taken over by wild vines. The wooden gate tore through the plants, snapping and ripping them in the process. Groaning, the hinges protested against the sudden oncoming force, as though they hadn't been moved in years.

‘I’ll have to fix that later.’ He thought with a small smile.

The garden looked worse than Rex could've imagined. Wild brush and prickly weeds had covered the previous vegetable garden, and more ivory vines twisted and grasped at the structure of the house.

One foot after the other, he trudged through the mess left behind by Mother Nature. When did this happen?

The moonlight had now disappeared behind yet another herd of thick, heavy clouds. Rex cursed as he struggled to see anything. It seemed that the vines and the brush were doing everything in their power to hold him back, grasping and pulling with all their might.

Questions ran rampant, clouding his mind in tandem with his feelings of fear and uncertainty.

What happened? Where was she? Why hadn’t she come to the door?

She couldn't have left. This place meant the galaxy to her.

Rex promised her that they’d grow old together, watching the sunset on the porch, or relaxing in front of the fire pit. He promised her they’d start a farm, buy their own chicken coop and build a barn for some small goats. Did she grow tired of waiting for her soldier to return?

He stumbled upon his answer shortly after.

Hidden deep within the confines of nature was his answer.

A single stone tablet.

Deep down he knew, yet he found himself unable to rip his eyesight away from the engravements on the stone.

‘A beautiful soul rests, a kind and bright life that had been taken too soon.’

His mouth was left agape as his stare bore into the stone, reading the words over and over again, his mind running with all the different possibilities and outcomes. That stone hadn’t been there when he left. That grave hadn’t been made.

And as his sight landed on the neat, faded lettering of your name, he felt his soul shatter into a thousand little pieces.

A cold breeze tugged past him, whispering unheard promises, confessings of love and sincerest apologies that would go unnoticed under the tears streaming from his eyes and the desperate sobs as he grasped at your grave.

Cold, ghostly arms embraced his warm form in the middle of the night, transparent tears mixing with his until the early hours of dawn.

[moonyflesh]

-> Oscar Isaac as Poe Dameron in “Star Wars: The Last Jedi” - (2017).

[replaytech]

you know what’s not talked about nearly enough? HOW HOT TECH IS IN S2 EP4 WHEN HES RACING??? LIKE HELLO?? I NEED HIM??!?? SO BAD??!!??!?

[euphoriacafe]

When the war felt like it was so close to being over you stood in front of the map overlooking the plan. You were tired.

Your eyes zoned in on the part of the section that would be your responsibility and all you could feel was anxiety spreading through your body.

You were so out of it that you didn’t even realize that everyone left the room leaving you by yourself. The air in space was cold making things almost worse for your anxiety.

Suddenly, a warm comforting hand is placed onto your shoulder giving a light squeeze. You looked to the side and saw Obi Wan give a concern gaze.

“Is everything alright?” His voice was quiet not wanting to draw any attention from outside the room. You nodded slowly looking him before looking down momentarily then returning your eyes to the map.

“Yes I’m fine… I’m just… taking a breather that’s all.” Your voice was quiet and tried to sound calm.

“Are you sure you are ready for this mission… you could always go back to the Jedi Temple?” Obi wan insisted as his hand that rested on your shoulder slide down the side of your arm slowly and gently.

You nodded your head with a quick “Yes. I’m fine Obi Wan.” Your eyes never leaving the map but you enjoyed the small touches he was playing onto your arm.

He came closer from behind you—his chest was now pressed against your back as he looked down onto your shoulder then he bent down a little bit letting the side of his head brush against the side of your head. His eyes trying to scan where you could possibly be looking.

His hand slid further down your arm to your hand and rubbed his thumb against your knuckles. “What are we looking at?” He asked softly his eyes never leaving the area you stared at.

You felt a small shiver- the hairs on your arm standing up as his other hand brushed on your other arm gently.

“I’m just reviewing the map…my area to be clear.” You added softly yet you tried to clean your throat. Your body welcomed his body to be molded into yours. He was so smooth with pressing his body closer to feel your energy.

“Is there an issue with it?” He questioned softly still rubbing your knuckles with his thumb.

“I just…I don’t want to go alone- I understand I’ll have the troops but- I don’t feel ready to be alone…i- I don’t want another loss.” You spoke quietly as your eyes fluttered closed for a few moments from your last mission of disaster.

“I can come with you.” He spoke quietly into your ear. “You’ll never be alone as long as I’m right beside you.

[arcsimper5]

Clone reactions to meeting Grogu:

Rex: *looks him over, visibly confused* I thought jedi couldn't have sex?

Fives: omg omg omg omg omg omg we need to keep him, he's the new 501st mascot, he can ride on my shoulders, I NEED HIM.

Echo: You're cute, which, given nature's cruelty, probably means you are dangerous. *backs away slowly*

Jesse: WHAT IN SITH HELLS IS THAT? KEEP IT AWAY FROM ME!

Kix: *eyes suspiciously*... There is no way you're older than me.

Tup: *repeats nonsense babbling back at him while sitting cross legged and doing arts and crafts*

Dogma: It's LOOKING AT ME. WHAT DO I DO?

Cody: *stares for several minutes*... Can you hold a blaster?

Waxer: *running away with him in his arms while being persued by numerous jedi* NO! CHILD IS MINE!

Boil: You're one weird looking critter... You play sabacc?

Wolffe: *holding him up to Master Plo* General, I humbly request that this be your new padawan. Yes, I know he can barely understand basic, and that he is fundamentally useless. That's why he'll fit in with us. No I'm not being harsh.

Fox: Aw, shit! HOUND! IT GOT OUT OF THE BOX AGAIN!

[aniharas]

𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯…

drabble warnings: sexual content, implied sexual content a/n: quick drabble inspired by this scene from fast 6. but lowkey yall should lmk if you want f1!anakin. cuz i know i do.

...was something you desperately needed. you were notoriously bad at piloting ships, or any means of travel. even airspeeders, and any time you were on a mission, the other jedi would quickly offer to pilot before you had even stepped foot onto the landing ramp. so who better to seek help from but the greatest pilot in the galaxy? asking anakin was rather intimidating, since the only real interaction you had with him was sparring as padawans. after laughing at your predicament for a moment, he accepted.

but you never knew having him as your pilot’s-ed instructor would prove to be so distracting. he had taken you to the abandoned race tracks of tatooine, and you nearly slapped him once you realized where he was taking you. he quickly defended himself, saying that it was where he learned to pilot vehicles, and it was only fair that he would teach you where he taught his fellow peers.

but the sweltering heat of twin suns did you no favors for focusing. both of you stripped of your robes, down to your undertunics, adorning matching earpieces so you could hear each other over the wind. sweat dotted your skin as you slouched over in the passenger seat of the airspeeder anakin had rented out for you. as you watched him explain the controls to you, you found your eyes lingered on the way his muscles tensed as he gripped the throttle.

the longer anakin droned on about the semantics of piloting, the harder you found it to care. the dry wind that breezed past the both of you had dried out his throat, giving it a rasp that made even the least suggestive of words sexy. the way it made his hair fly wildly allowed you to get a good look at his face. the corners of his eyes crinkled from how widely he was smiling. you had never seen him so lively before, so exhilarated, so free. you felt the same way.

he seemed to know what you were thinking, gesturing for you to come to him. “come on, you try steering,” he offered.

you were about to move, but you were quickly stumped. “uh, what do you mean?” you asked shyly, looking around you. “there’s nowhere to sit.”

you weren’t sure if your eyes were deceiving you as you saw the corner of anakin’s lips tug upwards. “sure there is,” he replied, patting his lap twice. “just so i can steer if something goes wrong. don’t get any ideas,” he teased, slowly bringing the speeder to a stop as he undid his seatbelt.

‘how could i not?’ you were thinking as you awkwardly stuck your leg towards the driver’s side. being so close to him had you holding your breath out of nervousness, hovering over his lap slightly. you felt his large hand against your hip, keeping you steady as you lowered yourself down. 

“everything feel okay?” anakin whispered into your ear as he removed your earpiece, tossing it carelessly to the empty passenger seat before shrugging off his own. it left you shuddering at the feeling of his breath on your skin. you could hear a slight rumbling in his throat after your sudden movement.

you nodded, taking a deep breath to compose yourself. “mhm. just feeling hot, that’s all,” you lied through your teeth. all you heard from him in response was a chuckle.

after a moment, anakin’s hands circled around your wrists, guiding your hands to the steering handles. “alright. show me what you got.”

despite the feeling that your heart was going to jump out of your chest, you managed to steer your way around the track and get a few laps in with only a few life-endangering moments. anakin would mutter some of his criticisms into your ear, or he would bring his hand up to adjust the wheel slightly. although you tried your best to pay attention to his words, his low, authoritative voice had you instinctively rocking your hips.

at first, anakin tried to ignore it. you noticed it in the way his instructions would falter as you pressed against him. interrupted by a loud exhale through his nose or a curse leaving his lips. things didn’t escalate further until you hit a speed bump, the airspeeder jolting so harshly that it left you nearly bouncing in his lap. his hands instinctively went to your sides to keep you steady, but they wasted no time in slipping down your waist. with each rock of your hips, it was almost as if he was guiding them as your ass grinded against the growing tent in his trousers. you weren’t sure if you were able to withstand the tension anymore, heat building between your legs as you moved more intensely.

suddenly, anakin’s hands left your hips before gripping the steering handles tightly, his foot nudging yours off the gas. “hands off,” he ordered, voice strained. he didn’t have to tell you twice. once you relinquished control, he quickly took over, the world around you nearly turning into a blur as he began to race down the empty track. your hair whipped about crazily as you turned to face him, the utter speed pressing you against his chest.

at first, you were concerned. he was going so fast, why wouldn’t his attention be on the track ahead of him? why were his eyes solely on you, half-lidded and glazed over with what was unmistakably desire? you had a mind to tell him to focus, but you remembered he grew up here, racing for mere scraps. he knew this track like the back of his hand, and it was evident in how he steered so effortlessly without ever breaking eye contact with you. the thought spurred you on, reaching up to cup his face and press your lips against his without another thought.

you instantly regretted it, feeling how chapped your lips were from all the wind. but it didn’t bother anakin, wasting no time in devouring yours. he gently nipped your bottom lip, as if to silently ask for entrance. you obliged, your swelling lips parting as his tongue slipped its way past, exploring you in such a way that you never thought would happen. he kissed you like he thirsted for you in the desert heat, drinking you in like you were his oasis. the taste of him on your tongue left you drunk with your ever growing lust, clutching at the fabric of his tunic as if you were to tear it off. the more deeply you kissed him, the harder he stepped on the gas, the rev of the engine growing louder the faster you went.

it was exhilarating, covering dozens of kilometers in the small moments you took to catch your breath. pulling away, you traced the outline of his jaw as you laid your head on his shoulder, not minding his sweat that collected at the tip of your finger.

“d’you usually do this whenever you teach someone?” you inquired directly into his ear, a dazed smile never leaving your lips.

anakin’s equally awestruck expression broke into laughter, his melodic chuckles barely heard over the sound of the harsh wind and the pulsating growl of the engine. “just figured you wanted a different kind of lesson.”

“i might need a couple more,” you admitted before closing in, peppering slow and tantalizing kisses to the crook of his neck. 

the deep, whiny sigh that escaped his throat was something you knew you wouldn’t grow tired of. “you’re lucky i’m a good teacher,” anakin rasped out, clutching your waist tightly before diving in to capture your lips once more.

there was something about making out with the chosen one all while traveling at breakneck speeds; it invigorated your senses like no other. maybe you would take it a step further next time.

a/n: hope u all enjoyed! yall lmk if u want a second part of this drabble. also requests are open!

masterlist.

[kybercrystals94]

Side Effect

Read here on Ao3!

Whumptober 2024 - Day 3 - Prompt: "I warned you."

Rated: G | Words: 100

“I warned you this would happen,” Crosshair growls, angered voice foiled by the gentleness with which he peels the damaged glove from Tech’s injured hand. 

“If I had not pulled the data stick out, it would have been irreparably damaged, thereby causing mission failure,” Tech returns through gritted teeth, trying to ignore the pain. 

Crosshair swears under his breath. “And what if you were irreparably damaged? You could have been killed.”

“An unfortunate side effect of being a soldier,” Tech says without remorse. “The mission always comes first.”

Crosshair’s eyes flicker up to meet his for a moment. “Wrong answer.”

✨Let me know if you'd liked to be added to my tag list!✨

Tag List: @followthepurrgil @amorfista @mooncommlink @arctrooper69 @proteatook @ezras-left-thumb @maeashryver @baddest-batchers @laughhardrunfastbekindsblog @omegafett99 @heidnspeak @fionas-frenzy

[rex-meshla]

Brat Summer

Commander Wolffe x Reader

You'd think working with Commander Wolffe would mean a constant stream of orders, all barked in that gruff. But no, that’s not how this goes. Not this summer, anyway.

"Not bad" he mutters as we finish a sparring drill under the hot afternoon sun, his voice low and gravelly, but his smirk gives him away. “You’re almost getting the hang of it. Almost”

"Oh? That's funny. I'd say you're almost keeping up, Commander" I shoot back, giving him a look. It’s a game we’ve played a thousand times, but this time, the heat in the air makes it feel like more.

"Maybe I should push you a bit harder then" he says, stepping in closer, that spark in his eye growing.

Classic Wolffe. He loves a show of authority. Probably thinks it'll throw me off.

I just cross my arms, smirking. "Bring it on"

He chuckles, a low, almost growling sound, and then he closes the gap between us, stopping just close enough that I can feel the warmth coming off him. "You'd love that, wouldn't you?"

"Oh, you bet" I say, nudging him in the chest before he can lean any closer. "But don't go thinking you're the only one calling the shots here, Wolffe"

He raises a brow, amused. "You think you're in control?"

"Absolutely" I say, poking his chest just to get on his nerves. "I know it drives you crazy, but you wouldn't have it any other way"

“Real confident, aren’t you?” His hand hovers near my waist, his lips twitching up in that knowing smile. “Maybe I just keep you around because you give me something to laugh at”

I roll my eyes, refusing to break. “Laugh all you want, but we both know you’d be bored without me” I lean in, voice dropping, just to tease him. “Face it—you like having someone around who can actually handle you”

“Handle me?” He scoffs, eyes flashing, a mix of irritation and amusement. “If I wanted to, I’d put you in your place in two seconds flat”

"Oh, sure" I say, cocking an eyebrow. "Any day now, Commander. Still waiting for you to actually do something about it"

His mouth quirks, and he leans in, his voice dropping, almost challenging. “Careful what you wish for”

“Promises, promises” I say, meeting his eyes with a smile that dares him to take that last step. “I’ll believe it when I see it”

And that’s all it takes. His hand finally lands on my hip, warm and firm, pulling me that final inch until there’s no space left between us. His other hand brushes up my back, fingers pressing lightly, and he dips his head, gaze locked on mine with an intensity that’s nearly electric.

“Still sure you can handle this?” he murmurs, his breath warm against my cheek.

For a second, words fail me. His dark gaze, his hand on my hip, his hold on me—all of it sends my pulse racing, each beat louder than the last. “More than sure” I manage, my voice softer than I intended, but he’s left me no room for anything else.

A short laugh rumbles low in his chest, his eyes glinting with satisfaction as he dips his head, his lips brushing mine with a teasing slowness. The kiss starts soft, almost experimental, but the next second, it deepens, fiercer, like he’s done waiting, done playing games. My hands slide up to his shoulders, and it’s like the rest of the world melts away, leaving just the heat of his mouth on mine.

As the kiss deepens, his fingers find their way to the back of my neck, pulling me in closer. There’s a hunger to the way he holds me, something raw, brash, and yet, somewhere in the fierceness, he’s careful too, like he’s been waiting for this just as long as I have.

I can’t help but smile against his mouth, letting a laugh slip out as I pull back for a breath. “That’s the best you’ve got, Commander?”

His eyes narrow, that usual sharpness softened by something else. Something almost like pride. “You’re really asking for it, aren’t you?”

“Maybe” I say, fingers trailing down his chest, feeling his breath hitch under my touch. “Or maybe you just have to work a little harder to keep up”

That challenge lights up his face, and in an instant, he pulls me back in, his lips brushing mine again, this time with a fiercer edge. He murmurs against my mouth, “Careful what you wish for, brat”

______________________________________________________________

I hope you've enjoyed this little drabble. You can find more here.

[divine-valley]

Safe at Last

The person whose name is written in this note shall die.

Fox reads the sentence a few times over. When he encountered the note it had landed on his head while on patrol. Someone must have thrown it out a window instead of disposing it properly. He had intended on dumping it in the closet garbage bin when the cover had caught his attention.

Death Note.

Written in a strange script, it wasn’t a novel just a simple blank notebook. It’d be a waste to dispose of something he could use so he retuned to base where he could inspect it further. That was when he found the rules written on the front page.

This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.

Oh how thoughtful to think of those who share a name. He can’t help but roll his eyes and continue to read.

If the cause of death is written within the next 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen.

That fast huh? Quick and efficient.

Was this a joke of some kind? A prank some kids made and were caught with?

If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack.

Fox shook his head and reached for a pen and closed his eyes.

The Chancellor’s warm smiling face fills his head. His voice calling out to him. It makes him sick.

Sheev Palpatine

If anyone’s name belonged in a book of death it would be his. Leaning back he watched the digital clock in the far corner of his office. The second go by and then a minute.

Nothing.

Well, he wasn’t sure what he expected. Tossing the pen aside he grabbed the book to put it away when his comm started to go off. He isn’t able to get a word in when Thire’s voice breaks the silence.

“Fox, the chancellor’s just collapsed in his office.“

___

The Chancellor is dead.

Heart attack. Thats the report that comes back. No foul play is suspected. He was an older man after all, he worked so very hard. Never a moment’s rest, those are the words whispered.

No poison nor drug is found in his system. Just an elderly man who passed from a heart attack.

The people weep, Coruscant enters a period of mourning and the guard is now busy preparing security for the funeral.

Fox is unable to focus on anything. He is locked in his office with the note in his hands simply staring down at it.

He killed him.

He killed the chancellor.

Him with just the stroke of his pen he ended that monster’s miserable life.

Or was it coincidence?

Could it be the old bastard’s heart had actually given out? But the timing it was too perfect.

Should…should he try again? Another name?

___

“Did you hear?”

“Yes, how awful…”

“Apparently he just slipped and fell…”

“In his shower of all places!”

Senator Gorling’s tragic and accidental death. A simple slip in the shower, life is so fragile and delicate.

What a shame.

Senator Halor Gorling dies getting out of the shower. He slips on the wet floor and snaps his neck in the process.

Exactly as written.

Fox is thankful for his helmet to hide the grin on his face a sick kind of smile that would have anyone question his sanity.

Senator Gorling have sent good honest men to their deaths for nothing. For a vendetta against clones. For a clone daring to fall in love with his precious natborn daughter.

An eye for an eye as they say.

He doesn’t say much. Doesn’t contribute to the gossip among his own ranks. It’s such a small death as compared to the chancellor’s.

It was all he needed to truly confirm that the Death Note worked. That in his hands is an untraceable weapon of Mass Destruction. Something no man should possess yet here it was in his hands.

His capable hands…

With this…he could protect the Guard and not just them but all clones.

He can keep them all safe at last.

___

Been watching a lot of Death Note again so of course I wondered...what would happen if Fox had stumbled across it himself?

[frostycatblr-fandom-files]

How Dominoes Fall

Couldn't help myself and drew the angstier version of my Domino Twins art that now has 100 notes (surprisingly, ilyasm 🩷) and may not have properly tagged my self-reblog asking if anyone was interested upon reflection. (Oops, my bad sorry.)

Still getting the hang of active participation in fandom spaces and building up a following of any kind after being just a lurker too nervous to share anything for so, so long.

Appreciate the traffic I'm getting thus far and ask that you're patient with me as I find my stride and my style!

Random side note; trying to go for a fresh, glowing, blaster wound look in watercolor was a fun (/s) little challenge, don't think I'm doing that again soon.

[z-socks]

Who's Older?

We all love our Domino Twin boys, but a very important question remains: who's older? TW: very brief clinical mention of fetus termination “That’s Bantha osik and you know it!” 

General Anakin Skywalker couldn’t help but sigh as he caught wind of the argument still going on. Fives and Echo had been at it since leaving Saleucami and appeared to have yet to resolve the matter. He cast a look at Rex who seemed so exhausted he almost felt bad for making him deal with it. But these were his men and they couldn’t risk a petty disagreement getting in the way of their next mission. 

“Alright, boys, what’s the problem?” Anakin asked, approaching the ARC troopers with Rex only a few steps behind him. 

“This di’kut thinks he’s older than me,” Fives accused, shoving his shoulder into Echo’s. 

“I am older than you,” Echo insisted. 

Anakin stared at them in disbelief. This is what was causing such a stir? 

Rex sighed beside him. “Not this again,” he muttered. 

The ‘again’ worried the general. If this was an ongoing issue, he’d have to put an end to it once and for all, no matter how trivial and petty it was. 

“Echo’s number is lower. I think that makes him older,” he offered. 

The three Clones stared at him. 

“Or not?” 

Rex stepped in. “Our numbers come from our growth-jar tree designation. But not all infants on a tree are decanted at the same time. Like, if a fetus is terminated, the jar is emptied and a new embryo takes its place.” 

Well that was all very informative, but not helpful in resolving the matter. Anakin crossed his arms. “Why does it matter who’s older?” 

“It’s a matter of principle. We’re twins, sir,” Fives answered. 

Anakin raised a brow. “Is that some kind of joke?” 

“No, sir,” Echo replied. “Split zygote. A rare but not impossible anomaly.”

Fives cut in, “Like Rex’s hair.”

The captain glared at them.  

“All that means is Echo here got moved to a different jar,” Fives went on. 

“Thereby making me the oldest.”

“Transfer is not decanting!” 

“I left the jar first!” 

“To go to another jar!” 

“Okay, okay, stop!” Anakin sighed, understanding Rex’s exhausted look from earlier. “Echo, Fives is right.” 

“What!?”

“Ha!” 

“If we’re going from decanting-“

“The general agrees with me!” Fives cheered, throwing an arm around Echo’s shoulders and tussling his hair. “You lose! I’m right! Ha! I won! Against you. In semantics!” 

Echo growled, shoving out of Fives’s grasp and grappling for him, the argument turning into a physical fight until Fives escaped and ran off, Echo running after him, still belaboring his point, now with rather colorful language. 

Rex rested a hand on the general’s shoulder. “Rule number one, sir. Don’t pick a winner.” 

Anakin shook his head. “It’s a dumb argument.” 

Rex offered him a small smile. “Just hope you never have twins, sir.”

[deoxd]

Scorch goes for the doctor's wrist, grabbing it, getting closer. His thumb on the tendon, slowly nearing to the edge of the fabric of the glove. He slides it discreetly underneath, barely lifting the leather, and going in up to the base of his nail. Testing the waters, waiting for the signal of rejection, but it never comes.

He pulls his thumb away so that his index fingers take its place, again slightly lifting the leather, feeling with his fingertips a sketch of uneven skin. Scars. Warm. The deeper his fingers went into the glove, the more he felt them.

Literally hand smut wtf. A drabble of exactly 100 words. I don't know what I'm doing. all I know is that I'm still not even nearly done with this crack pair. 50/50 this is Scorch's imagination.

[missfrieden]

I got bored on my way to work and then on the way home. So here I force a random drabble on you all.

Summary: Let's set the scene shall we? You jabe a random question for Tech, that catches him a bit off guard.

Rating: Mention of sex

Pairing: Techxreader (think I managed gender neutral)

Note: Hope all of you know what dyscalculia is. Because Tech having a partner which is useless with numbers, is endaring to me.

Word count: Listen drabbles are often from my phone notes, so yeah I ain't counting them.

Rabbits

That night, as Tech shook out your blanket, preparing the bunk for the both of you to settle in, you are lost in thought, a playful question forming in your mind. As you climbed into the bunk and snuggled down into the soft covers, you looked up at the man who had become the center of your galaxy. There was a hint of curiosity in your eyes as you turned to him.

“Tech?” you began, your tone light and inquisitive. Tech, always attuned to you, looked over with that familiar, attentive expression. “Yes, Y/N?” You hesitated for a moment, biting your lip, a nervous habit, as you considered how to phrase the question. But then, with a smile, you decided to just go for it. “Have you ever… I mean, have you ever counted how many times we’ve had sex? We’ve been together for about a year and a half now, so I was just wondering.”

Tech blinked, the question clearly catching him off guard. But true to form, he didn’t miss a beat. His mind quickly scanned through the mental data he always kept so meticulously organized, and within a moment, he delivered the answer with his characteristic precision. “Yes, I have,” he replied, almost too matter-of-factly. “We’ve had sex approximately 214 times, and that’s not including the individual rounds within each session, which total to 367.”

Your eyes widened in shock and surprise, mouth falling open slightly as you processed what he had just said. “Wait… what?” you laughed, clearly amazed. “Tech, that’s… we’re like rabbits!” Tech frowned slightly, confused by the comparison for just a moment before realization dawned on him. “Oh, you mean in terms of frequency,” he said, his expression clearing. “I didn’t intend to imply anything, I just… well, I tend to keep track of details like that. It’s a habit of mine.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his earnestness, your heart swelling with affection. The idea that Tech had been keeping such precise count was both endearing and a little surprising, but it was also so perfectly in line with who he was. “Tech, you’re amazing,” you said, still chuckling. “But seriously, why do you keep track of it?”

Tech hesitated, clearly trying to find the right words to explain himself. “Well,” he began, somewhat awkwardly, “I suppose it’s because I’m a person who finds comfort in data and patterns. Tracking these moments allows me to… analyze and understand our relationship in a more tangible way. It’s not just about the numbers, it’s about ensuring that our connection remains strong, that I’m meeting your needs… and, well, it’s just part of who I am.”

As he spoke, he began to stammer slightly, his usual composure wavering as he tried to articulate something that, for him, was both deeply personal and difficult to put into words. But before he could finish, ypu leaned in, placing a gentle finger over his lips to stop him. “Tech,” you start softly, your voice filled with warmth, “you don’t need to explain. I love that you’re so precise, that you care enough to keep track of things like this. Someone in this relationship has to be good with numbers, and if it isn’t me, then I’m glad it’s you.”

You smiled at him, eyes shining with affection. You had always admired Tech’s incredible mind, the way he could handle complex calculations with ease, while you struggle with even basic math because of that stupid dyscalculia of yours. But you had never felt inferior because of it, Tech had a way of making you feel valued and appreciated for who you are, no matter what. Tech’s tension melted away as your words sank in, and he relaxed, returning your smile. “I just… want to make sure you’re happy,” he said quietly, his voice full of sincerity. “That’s the most important thing to me.”

Your heart swelled with love as you leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. “And you do,” you murmured against his mouth. “Every single day. I wouldn’t change a thing about you, Tech. Not one thing.” You stayed like that for a moment, wrapped up in each other, the warmth of your connection surrounding you like a comforting blanket. When you two finally pull back, you settled against him, resting your head on his chest, closing your eyes, a contented smile on your lips.

“I’m really glad you’re the one who’s good with numbers,” you said softly, your voice tinged with a hint of playful teasing. “Because I know I can always count on you.” Tech chuckled softly, wrapping his arm around you and holding you close. “And I’ll always be here to count on,” he replied, his tone filled with warmth.

As you lay there, the quiet of the night settling around you, Tech couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the incredible person in his arms. You understood him in a way that no one else ever had, and you loved him for exactly who he was, numbers and all.

Main Masterlist

And as you two drifted off to sleep, Tech made a silent promise to himself that he would continue to cherish and protect this incredible bond you shared, ensuring that your relationship remained as strong and full of love as it had been since the very beginning.

Tag: @spectacular-skywalker @neyswxrld @clonethirstingisreal @sleepycreativewriter @moonwreckd @sskim-milkk @heidnspeak