Kavey’s Cove -[Kavecika]-

(33/SoCal/Married/she/her-) (aka 🦊Anon) ~Boba/Jango Fett ~ Mandalorians ~ All Clones ~ ~ The Bad Batch -Crosshair Stan ~ Anon/Asks/Rp/DMs : Open [Posts:Art/Shitposts/Reblogs/Rp(SFW/NSFW 18+)][MINORS DNI] Lore Whore / indie RP Blog [Art tag: my art , Kave art] [instagram/Twitter: @kavecika ] [FA (Furaffinity)] : http://www.furaffinity.net/user/kavecika/

[kavecika]

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TUMBLR HATES MY TAG - I DO NOT KNOW WHY!?

(PLEASE IF YOU NEED TO TAG ME AND CAN’T! DM ME OR LINK REPLIES TO DM.)

[ Kave is on the lookout for the Following Muses to interact with..]

-Boba Fett / Jango Fett / All Clones /

-Alphas-Arcs-Comdrs-Captains-RepComms-Regs

- Any Bad Batch - Crosshair (preferred)

- Any Mandalorians

- Any Sith Inquisitors

- Any Purge Troopers

-Any Stormtroopers/ Variants of Imperial troopers

-(Anons/OCs/Muses)

Honestly! Just ask if you are unsure about anything!

I’m an open book, just open the cover and I’ll tell ya what you want to know..

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-[RULES]-

Mun will GLADLY interact with you about anything and everything including ( 18+ NSFW )

kavecika (Kavecika#2818) is Discord, if you prefer DMs here!

No minors DNI

Mun/Muse have NO triggers!

Mun =/= Muse, both are 18+

(Ship Approved with Canon or OC Muses)

Kavey will ship with anyone of legal age (18+) but depends on Chemistry. Shoot your shot—see where it leads and we can take it from there. Will do poly-relationships but mostly sticks to 1 x 1 interactions. What kind of ship is up to you, can be either platonic or romantic or toxic or FwBs or Enemies to lovers or purely sexual, etc. The choice is yours!

(Mun prefers any/mixture type(s) of the following:

Romantic / Flings / FwBs / Casual / Long term /Platonic / Hunter-Predator-Prey / Love-Hate /Soulmates / Star-crossed Lovers / Enemies to Lovers / Power Struggle Control / Dom-Sub-Switch / Friends to Lovers / Lovers to Enemies / Forbidden/Taboo / Just ask or bring up ANY dynamic(s)

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-[SFW/NSFW/Smut!]-

Mun prefers NSFW/NSFT

This includes : Sexual/Violence/Gore/Blood/Torture/Abuse/Medical/Dark themes etc.

But if you are reserved or not comfortable, this can be toned down or asked not to write at all or incorporated into story-base Rp.

Mun will Rp SFW only if asked! Other Muns who don’t want to Rp NSFW are more than welcomed to interact. Just state your comfort level or preference. Mun will by default start Rp on the low end scale unless stated otherwise.

Mun/Muse DOES NOT have a “Daddy” Kink. Will call/say anything BUT “Daddy!”

Here’s a Scale to help: 0-10

( 0-5 ) T (Teen rated) - mainly SFW

( 6-8 ) M (Mature) - flirty banter, innuendos, implied sexual acts

( 9+ ) E (explicit) (graphic)

NSFW on per request Completely Filthy Smut that will make the devil blush!

(DMS : OPEN )

(ASKs : ON w/ Anon option )

— [This little fox is fierce & likes to bite! ]—

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-[About]-

(Rp style/Format:)

Don’t let the THOTS deter you , I’m an experienced, flexible rper that adapts to your style or format. New to rp? Or getting your goove back? Or just looking for fun? I do it all. Default is para-novella rp.

Mun/Muse has No Triggers (anything and everything is free game to talk about (Light/Dark) unless stated otherwise. Mun will let you know if a subject is uncomfortable or what is being said —so if nothing is said it’s all good to go!

Mun doesn’t need to plot! I’m very much a wing it / riff/ improv style . Want to go in blind? Just start RPing as your muse. Want to plot? Great, I can do that too! I’m not a mind reader but with enough time I can be, if you want to play that type of game.

No need to explain time delay between replies. I’m a very patient person. I will ALWAYS reply back in a timely manner. Anything over 24 hours assume something very important came up but I WILL always respond/reply back.

I know my lore pretty well, but I focus on scum and villainy aspects as well as the clone wars. I will include world building elements. The environment is just as important as the players at hand.

Muse will speak Mando’a to clones and Mandalorians. —OC has learn second hand, so not fluent but gets by in conversations. Other languages will be spoken.

Mun can play doubles (or triples etc.) NPCs are often used in story-plot based rps. You can do whatever you want with my NPCs (they are just fodder and plot devices). You can kill them if they are encountered / interacting with your muse. I leave them open for muses to interact with them if you decide to—other than that they are just there.

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-[ OC : Muse! 🦊 ]-

For reference/overview: UNDER MY SERACH TAGS

“Kavecika, Kave , Kave headcannon , rp , kavecika oc, Kave x boba (au) Kave Hc, Kave head cannon, kave headcannon, kavecika Koggem, all verses, my art, Kave art, musings, Spotify, ic, in character”

—Tags are a good quick vibe of OC’s personality—

Rp’ers/ Anons/ OCs / Muses will be responded by (IN-CHARACTER)

(in-universe Star Wars) (lore knowledgeable EU/Legends/Canon)

Tags for starters or interactions : rp meme , ask meme , ask prompt , ask starters, inbox memes, rp starters, rp.

Read below for all info and refs art on muse!

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—[ Kavecika Koggem ]—

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(Kave / Kavey / Kavie / Vixen / Little Fox / Fox / Little Vixen / Fox’ika / Foxy / Kave’ika / Little One / Any Mando’a names of endearment or nickname / Babygirl / Doll Face / Doll / Baby / Babydoll / Little Lady / Beautiful / Ma’am / Gorgeous / WompRat / StreetRat / Sweet Thing / Pretty little thing / Plaything ) —NSFW ( any praise/degrade names )

Face Claim : Margot Robbie

Female / 30s* / (she/her)

Age: 30s **varies

** age will change depending on timeline of muses — encounter with muses is always set in their own verse thus OC has set age of early 30’s— excluding Boba Fett Muses ( headcanon of OC is 1 year younger than “Canon” Boba)

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[ HeadCanon Timeline ]

Headcanon Timeline : (in between Clone Wars —S2 Mandalorians+—canonically follows Boba)

—Started out as Combat Medic promoted to Imperial Agent (ISB) turned Rogue , moonlights as Smuggler/ Freelance gun for hire for criminal Underworld

( Below link - Boba x Kave (Canon) AU )

Wiggles

This might be a little self indulgent.. But HAPPPY BIRTHDAY (early) saw this event and couldn’t resist.. you know what I looks like and I’m

Default profession regardless of timeline:

—Rogue Agent (Combat medic - Cover) moonlights as Freelance Smuggler

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[TIMELINEs/Verses/AUs: ]

*The Clone Wars (timeline/verse/AU) :

Early Career as Combat Medic is Tasked with documenting Clone behavior and Efficiency in on/off-field combat tactics and high stress situations for GAR. Tasked with training “Shiny Reg” Clones on situational awareness as Combat Medics and standard medical education in high stressed decision making, Triage, and High Critical environments.

Mid-Career promoted to Sargent, Still Combat Medic (cover) in GAR but dispatched on Covert Ops Missions (agent), search and destroy high priority targets, sabotage , information gathering, assassination, cover/clean ups. Cover as Medic is stationed at MedBay in Coruscant.

Moonlights as Smuggler thru Clone Wars Era to provide medical relief to Republic Planets under Separatist control. Sells on the black market selectively as a side hustle, Independent works alone. Contracts with Hutts and underground cartel.

Post Order 66-Transitions to GCW : stays in the Imperial Army as an operative (agent), stays loyal to the clones but is morally gray regarding the Empire. Mostly teams up with Purge Troopers and Death Troopers Assigned to ISB.

(Below links to Kave -Clone Wars Era- refs/art)

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[ Mun: Moar Kave— her 3 vices— booze and blades and boys (clones) — link to short bio of Kave -Clone Wars Era- is below! ] Ellise - Take Me

Expressions/ Vibroblade Ref

[Mun’s Notes: Couldn’t decide if blue (traditional scrubs) or red (corrie guard) was better so I did both — also last v.3 is Concept design

Ellise - Take Me to Safety Prince Fox - Tell me Ellise - Under My Bed Ellise - Feeling Something Bad... [Mun’s Notes: Couldn’t decide if blu

Refs Sheet / Short Bio

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“A Broken Heart and Damaged Soul” Pairing: (Clone Wars Era - TCW!Kave x Alpha-XX/ARC trooper) Rating/Scale : PG / 0 Warnings: Angst Word

Aftermath of torrent love affair with an Alpha/ARC Trooper.

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[Bad Batch Timeline]

*The Clone Wars: Bad Batch (Au) : Combat Medic to Clone Force 99 while juggling TCW!Kave career timeline.

Tag : crosshair☠️ for Rp adventure/Smut with Crosshair Anon x TBB!Kave (on going interaction)

(Below link : Story of Introduction to Canon TBB!Kave)

Lunchtime

Summary: Reader sees Crosshair eating alone and decides to make friends. A/N: Hello lovelies, I wrote this for @kavecika​ who has a huge lov

Mine

Warnings: possessive jealous partner. Pairings: Crosshair x female reader Summary: Crosshair wants you to remember what’s his after being a

Retrouvaille

Pairing: Crosshair x GN!Reader Wordcount: 1330 Tags: post tbb finale, reuniting, comfort, free feelies with your heelies Summary: Retrouvail

(Below link: TBB!Kave - Canon Divergent - TBB!Imp!Kave)

follow you

Crosshair - fem!reader Angst / nsfw “I fell in love with you” “Why?..” or “Don’t..” (previously 'the cut that always bleeds', now 'follow yo

( Below link : TBB!Imp!Kave x Imp!Commander!Crosshair )

50. Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain. Please Crosshair x Fem!Reader (maybe Fem is medic or agent ) Thank you !!! —-[🦊] Hiya fr

( Below link: TBB!Kave x Crosshair - Victory Ball AU)

Came in Like a Wrecking Ball (Part 2)

Link to Part 1 Pairing: Wrecker x female reader Rating: T Warnings: kissing, some touching, tiny bit of Star Wars swearing, mostly fluff Wo

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*Pre-Clone Wars (timeline/verse/AU) : Independent / Freelance Smuggler - hired gun- GAR Medic stationed on Kamino has an relationship with Jango Fett and an on/off relationship with Alpha-17.

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[ Imperial Remnant AU ]

Timeline set shortly after the disbandment of the Empire/Imperial Military upon signing of the Galactic Concordance.

Kave is forced to choose a Natborn Purge Trooper : KV-071 “Kay” ( @darth-malix ) as her assigned Bodyguard.

Both encountered each other on Belsavis 3 years prior; a life changing event occurred after meeting, Kave is now haunted by the events.

Both are given a High Priority mission important to the rebuilding of the Empire to its’ former Glory.

Adventures and Side hustles ensue as they land on Nar Shadda at an Imperial Command Base formally ran by Kave.

The Force works in mysterious ways as an Natborn ex-inquisitior : Aris Vellian ( @darth-malix ) enters the picture and claims Kave’s base for his own dealings.

( Kave - Imperial Remnant AU with KV-071 )

https://pin.it/5pBvqpU

( Pinterest Board )

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Skill set:

Dancer (undercover) /Aerialist-parkour -gymnastic- contortionist / sabotage / infiltration / slicing / vibroblade expert / information gathering and surveillance/ combat medic /pick pocket-slight of hand / tracking/visual artist / forgery / escape artist (within limit)

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Languages:

Basic, Huttese, Mando’a

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Special Weapons:

Always carries varies knives in hidden places, but one is more valued than the other; a pure beskar vibroblade (karambit styled) with a slicing scomp/probe in the handle.

Garrote , usually disguised as a common bracket or necklace. Boot knife. Stun batons or Asp.

Preferred Long-ranged weapons : Scatter guns, blaster carbines, RSKF-44 / DG-29 heavy blaster, WESTAR-34/35 pistols. FWG5 pistol.

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Allegiance: None*

**No one deserves her loyalty unless she deems them worthy of her love first and foremost. Her unconditional loyalty and devotion (much like a life-debt) is only applied to those she is in currently romantically —not just sexually— involved with at the time. Platonic and sexual relationships are deemed worthy of a certain loyalty but only up to a point. **

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(Canon) Born on Corellia -Coronet- but grew up on Tatooine -outskirts of Mos Eisley at a young age.

(TCW/TBB) Born in the lower levels of Coruscant. Grew up in the lower levels until enlisting in GAR at 18.

(All Verses) Birth-planet is always Coruscant and spends time at a young age on Tatooine, never has permanent status of residency, always on the move, has no roots.

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Traits:

5’2’’ / Blonde Hair / Blue eyes / Bruises easily / very pale skin / Curvy-petite / Double Jointed / Various Scars over body -none self-inflicted

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Personality / Behaviors :

Has a thing for Mandalorians and thier culture even though not one herself. Feels the most natural and herself around Clones or Mandalorians. Respects Mandalorians over anyone else, but dislikes the Death Watch.

Has a special attachment to clones, especially ( Alphas / Arcs / Commanders / Captains).

Despises the Empire [Canon] morally gray to All Imperials except any Clones that are still or not still serving; Anti-Separatists [TCW] but still very loyal to Republic and it’s ideology even if her actions display otherwise. Loyal to a fault to Clones but morally gray with natborns within the GAR. Doesn’t understand the politics of Anti-Clone agendas, treats them as individuals. Is disgusted that GAR treats clones as “property” to her they are human, Verde (soldiers) and should be treated as such. Be given the same rights as anyone else; will fight tooth and nail for them. Even die or risk her well being for them.

Good with Faces , can see subtle differences , sees face once and remembers it forever, can tell the clones apart from each other.

Hustles spices and black market items to make ends meet.

Will talk to herself in front of people (external dialogue) and will respond/reply to self : duality but not a mental illness more of a vocal streaming of consciousness and thought process.

Impulsive, reckless, fearless, but loyal to a fault to whom she deems worthy. Is forward and brash, but not selfish. Heart of Gold but fragile, a bit unhinged and coming apart at the seams.

Very easy around children and animals, they like her or warm up to her first.

Will make a bad first impression, not on purpose but because of her upbringing. Can be socially awkward, has social anxiety but complicated by the fact she loves talking to people or interacting. Will become selectively mute if flustered or just completely silent. Chatterbox when excited or nervous. Will info dump. Uses humor of any sorts to deal with serious issues, but is capable of being serious, she chooses not to though. Scatter brained near people, especially Clones or Mandos.

Only bad vice is alcohol, she knows her limits, sometimes. Binge drinker, unhealthy coping mechanism which she is self-aware about; but rather drink than do spice. Has High alcohol tolerance, chooses whiskey or spotchka (hard liquor) over anything else. Actually , hates the taste of alcohol.

Knows basic dynamics of flying a ship but doesn’t like to fly by herself; too distracting. Will most likely sleep on ships or gun the turrets. Prefers speeder bikes / swoops / barc speeders. Mounted animal transport is preferred , can wrangle most creatures for transport. Loves to race, on foot or on mounted creatures. It’s “freeing” and feels like it’s just whoever she is racing in their own little world. Believes racing is a “bonding” activity instead of burning off energy.

Tolerates being around Jedi/Sith/force users but is weary of them. The Force is strange to her but she knows the function it serves. Views it as a supernatural occurrence and gets spooked out by it.

Body is in constant Flight-or-Fight mode thus startles easily and is hyper-vigilant. PTSD causes her to jump at loud noises or sudden movement, but will continued to be exposed to such environments regardless.

Is patient with others , even if they aren’t with her.

Super sensitive to smells. Will stop in mid-action if she catches a whiff of something and instantly start tracking it down to its source of origin. Will sniff food and if she feels it isn’t right will be reluctant to consume it. Harsh chemicals are a instant trigger in the sense of overwhelming or sensory overload. Due to the nature of her job , she has done self exposure therapy to adapt to the more common harsh chemicals used in her field; though, she still finds it distracting and offensive to her senses. Will approach people if she likes their scent. Does have olfactory hallucinations (phantosmia) -a usual trigger of migraines or just nothing - 50/50 occurrence.

Very tactile, will subconsciously touch at textures she sees as interesting, including people. She herself has really no boundaries thus hard to understand other’s personal space and said boundaries. Touch-starved person will constantly seek out physical interactions platonic or romantic; she is a hugger.

Doesn’t trust easily but is willing to get hurt and be vulnerable to the right or wrong person, not afraid to feel.

Protective of people she is attached to, will always tend to put herself in front or in-between said person and threats.

Will snipe food or booze from other trusted people, randomly, habitual habit from childhood.

Is a constant flirt and will pursue relentlessly - courting.

High pain tolerance, can take a beating. Pain/Pleasure response is complicated.

Dissociates easily and will zone out, not out of boredom but being overwhelmed by simple things even in conversations.

Strives in High stressed and chaotic environments , adrenaline junkie.

People watcher and highly observant, will notice patterns easily but struggles with numbers.

Loves to sing and dance, will most likely stim by dancing in place or with hands. Will hum or percussion a beat , in the middle of anything she is doing, no matter how serious the situation is at hand. Beats to her own drum has a double meaning when applied to her. Will get others to dance with her; loves dancing with Clones. Frequent Parton to 79’s.

Isn’t one to get things right on the first or second attempt, but is a quick learner. Will make the same mistake twice but not on purpose.

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Drawings by @kavecika

Kavecika Koggem -all different verses-

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-[REGULAR (Non Rp) Anons/Mutuals]-

Ask me anything -send in thots- nothing is offtopic !!!

EVERYTHING WILL BE TAGGED so you can block “rp” if ya want

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[omaano]

Alpha-17 catching a break. He deserves an even bigger mug for the sweet caffeine he no doubt needs on a daily basis

Commission for the eternally kind @kyda-atshushi <3

[vodika-vibes]

May I request the „I want you“ „then come and get me“ for delta squad’s Boss? Maybe while he’s doing some late night sparring with the reader? And perhaps smutty?🫣

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Training Session

Summary: You've had a bad day, and decide to work out your frustrations on a punching bag, Boss, however, has different plans.

Pairing: Clone Commando Boss x F!Reader

Word Count: 2164

Warnings: Smut. Smut with plot.

Tagging: @trixie2023

A/N: So, Wookieepedia says that Boss is "Taciturn", which I took to mean quiet and intense. I really want to write a letter to the Star Wars people and ask for a detailed personality profiles of all the clones. Just. "Dear sir or madam, please write a complete personality profile for all 2 million clones. Yes. All of them. Thanks." Anyway! This isn't so much sparring, because I wasn't sure how to write that, but I hope this is okay?

Divider by Saradika

Your fist slams into the bag over and over again. You’re long past the point of trying to improve your form, right now you’re just trying to exhaust yourself to the point where you can sleep without nightmares.

A tall order, you’re sure, but anything is better than laying in bed and watching the men you serve with die over and over again in your dreams. Your nightmare flashes to the front of your mind again, and you grit your teeth as you slam your bare fist into the bag even harder than before.

If you cared, you would have grabbed a glove from the box against the wall…or even grabbed some tape to protect your knuckles. But you don’t care. Can’t bring yourself to care.

At this point you’re probably going to break your fist…and you can’t help but wonder if that will help you feel a little better.

You go to slam your fist into the bag again, only for a strong arm to shoot past your head to tightly grip your wrist, holding you still. “You’re going to break your hand.”

Boss’ voice is low and stern, and while normally you would apologize for being in his way, and existing in his space, because the gym is his space, tonight you can’t seem to bring yourself to care.

You try to tug your wrist free, and fail spectacularly, “Do you always manhandle people, sir?” You ask through gritted teeth.

“I do when they’re acting recklessly.” He counters.

You hiss under your breath, and use your long, almost forgotten, self-defense lessons to try and twist out of his grip. 

All you manage, though, is turning your body so you’re face to chest with Boss. You glower up at him, and he arches an unimpressed brow, “Nice try.”

“Well, not everyone can have superior fighting abilities.” You snap as you uselessly try to try your wrist from his grip.

“You’re a Doctor, you don’t need superior fighting abilities,” He mocks your words with an inflection that you’ve never heard from him before.

“I should still know how to defend myself,” You snap, without thinking about it.

“Can you?” Boss asks.

“Can I what?”

“Defend yourself.”

Your face burns with anger and embarrassment, and you turn your head away from him, “I do just fine.” You retort, though there’s a hint of uncertainty in your voice.

His gaze is even, and you bristle under his gaze. Stupid judgemental genetically perfect man. With his stupid perfect hair, and his stupid perfect face and his stupid perfect voice-

“Punch my hand.” Boss’ comment interrupts your mental triade, and you blink up at him, genuinely startled, not even noticing that he released your wrist.

“What?”

“Punch my hand.” He repeats, his gaze serious.

“I am not punching you!” You blurt, eyes wide.

His eyes narrow, “What are you going to do if clankers get by me or my brothers and make it to your medical tent?”

“I’ll…die. Probably.” You retort honestly.

He scowls, “Unacceptable. Punch my hand.”

“Why?!”

“I want to see your form. Just do it.”

“I…you…that’s…” You throw your hands up, “Ugh! You’re such a…a guy sometimes!” You snap, “Fine! Fine. I’ll punch your hand.”

You do as you said you would, though it’s not anywhere close to being a proper punch. And Boss recognizes that. He closes his hand around your fist, “Try again. And do it properly this time. You can’t hurt me.”

“You know, when you say stuff like that it makes me want to hurt you,” You grouse.

“Good. Maybe you’ll take this seriously.”

“Oh, come on! Why do you even care?”

“You’re a medic. My medic. And you’re my responsibility. But I won’t always be there to protect you. So you have to learn to defend yourself.” Boss replies, his voice short and matter of fact.

“Okay, so, first of all. I’m not your medic-”

“Yes,” He interrupts, “You are.” Boss’ gaze is intense, and your words die on your tongue, “Try again.”

This time, when you slam your fist into the palm of his hand, it’s a proper punch, though it’s a little clumsy. In your defense, you’ve not taken a self defense class since you were a child.

“Better. Again,”

You sigh and punch his fist again, and again, and again.

And then, when you’re about to punch his fist again, “Why are you awake, anyway?”

You stumble in surprise, your fist glancing off the palm of his hand and hitting his chest, “I…sorry.”

“You’re fine.” Boss says quietly.

You hesitate, and shrug, “It’s dumb.”

“Tell me anyway.”

“I couldn’t sleep. I kept going over everything that happened today and what I did wrong, and…” You shrug, “Sometimes I think you all would be better off with a better doctor.” You punch his fist again.

“You saved half of my brothers today.” Boss points out, closing his hand around your fist to make you look at him. “They’d be dead if you weren’t here.”

“Or maybe more of them would be unhurt with a different doctor.” You point out.

“No. I don’t agree.” Boss says, opening his hand as you pull your fist back, “You know, I chose you, right?”

“Chose me?” You ask.

“Of all of the natborn medics in the GAR, I picked you.” Boss confirms, “Because of your skillset, because you refused to be cowed when one of my brothers yelled at you, because you were polite in spite of us being clones.”

“You’re still men.” You say with a sigh, “Everyone else is just dumb.”

His lips quirk up until a small, amused, smile. “Maybe.”

“Not maybe, definitely.” You shift your weight onto your heels, “I didn’t know that you picked me.”

“I did. And I keep picking you. Everytime we get the option for another doctor.”

“I just don’t get why.”

He folds his hands behind his back, “It’s easy.” You’re pretty sure he stands at attention when he’s trying to mask his emotions, and it works really well, “I want you.”

“Like…in what way?” You ask as your stomach flips nervously.

“In every way that matters. Romantically. Sexually. Platonically. All of them.” Whatever you were expecting him to say, it wasn’t that. “But I’ll go at your pace.” He continues, “And if you’re not interested at all, then that’s fine too.”

“You want me.” Your voice is low, thoughtfully.

“Yes.” He doesn’t even sound remotely embarrassed about it.

“Okay then,” You reply slowly, “Okay.” You flash a small, impish, smile, “Then come and get me.”

His hands fall to his sides, and he smiles, something slow and predatory, and you feel arousal shoot down to your very core. 

He advances on you, and you lightly hook your fingers around the collar of his shirt and you walk backwards until your back hits the wall. Boss cages you between his arms and his lips crash against yours, his kiss both hot and demanding. 

You moan into the kiss, and your hands slide down his chest to slip under the top of his blacks. His muscles jump under your touch, and you know, immediately, that you want more.

So you tug on the hem of his shirt, and pull away from his kiss just enough to speak, “Off.” You order, or plead. You’re not sure.

Boss groans, low and deep, in the back of his throat, “Yes, ma’am.” He replies, his voice a low rumble that you feel all the way down to your bones. He pulls away long enough to grab the collar of his shirt, and he pulls it off in one smooth motion.

Your hands are immediately on his chest, smoothing over hard planes, and lightly tracing the raised skin of the scars dotting his body. He melts into your touch, and his lips find purchase against your jaw, your throat, your neck, your shoulder-

Boss’ hands burn a trail down your sides, up your back, and then back down over your plush rear. And then, to your surprise, he sinks to his knees in front of you. He looks up at you as he slowly slides your leggings down your legs.

You set your hands on his shoulders for balance as you step out of the clingy material, and you shiver as he kisses your hip and then lazily trails his tongue down your outer thigh. And you can feel yourself getting more and more wet with every passing second. 

“Boss…” his name falls from your lips in a soft moan, more of a sigh than actual words. 

You feel him smile against your leg, and then he lifts one of your legs and sets it on his shoulder, and he turns his head to press a soothing kiss against your inner thigh. And then he turns his gaze to the junction of your thighs, and he releases a deep sigh of pleasure.

His hand slides up the back of your leg and you jolt when you feel his finger pressed against you through your underwear. “You’re so wet,” Boss murmurs as he leans in and presses a light, lingering kiss over the wet spot on your underwear, “Is all this for me?” 

You card your fingers through his hair, “Wasn’t that the point?” You ask, slightly breathlessly.

Boss’ gaze meets yours, a slightly amused smile lifting his lips, and then he turns his head slightly and kisses your inner thigh again. “Tell me, cyare.” He murmurs against your skin, as his gaze drifts back to your core, “Are you overly fond of these?” He asks as he gestures to the underwear shielding you from his gaze.

“Not especially,” You reply immediately.

“Good.” He grips the material in one hand, and before you realize what he’s planning, he’s managed to tear it off of your body.

Boss drops the shredded cloth to the side, and he presses a hot, open mouthed kiss to your thigh, before he moves and drags his tongue along your wet slit.

Your grip in his hair tightens as you moan, and he groans in return. “You taste amazing,” Boss breathes out as he pulls away for a moment to press a light kiss against your hip, and then he dives right back in, his lips finding the little bundle of nerves that has you seeing stars.

He slides a single finger to your opening, and you release a louder moan. His fingers are so much longer and thicker than your own, and so, when he curls his finger and gives a particularly hard suck on your clit, your legs nearly buckle. 

Boss chuckles and he pulls away for a moment to look up at you, “Sensitive, cyare?”

“It’s been awhile.” You admit, your voice slightly breathless. And when he eases a second finger to join the first one, your hips jerk towards him. 

He smirks at you, lazily fucking you with his fingers, “You’re so tight, cyare.” Boss says, his voice low, “I have to prep you for my cock.”

You shiver and moan softly.

He twists his hand slightly and flicks his thumb over your clit, pulling a louder moan from you, and then he carefully, very carefully, eases in a third finger to join the first two, and you clench down on his fingers.

He curls his fingers as he fucks you, and his thumb lazily circles your clit in time with his thrusts, and it’s almost too much. You can feel the coil in your abdomen tightening, and you know you just need a little more. “B-Boss, please.” You plead breathlessly.

“Shh. I have you, cyare.” He kisses your hip again, “Going to make you feel amazing,” Boss promises, “And then I’m going to ruin other men for you.” His fingers start moving even faster.

His name falls from your lips like a prayer, and he grins sharply.

“Cum for me, mesh’la.” He orders, his voice soft but unyielding.

“I-”

“Now.”

And you’re helpless to do anything but obey as he plays your body like a fine tuned instrument. The coil snaps, and you fall apart on his fingers, with the sound of his voice, low and soothing, murmuring praises up to you.

When you come back to yourself, you’re sitting on your knees, and you’re still trembling slightly. Warm hands smooth down your back and sides, and you blink hazily at Boss, “Are you back with me now?” He asks, quietly.

You nod once.

“Use your words, cyare.” His voice is still so gentle, “Are you okay?”

“M’okay.” You mumble. 

“Good.” his fingers ghost against your jaw, and then he sets your leggings in your lap, “Put these back on.”

You stare at the pants, and then at him bewildered, “But…you didn’t-?”

He laughs and leans in to press a kiss to your forehead, “Don’t worry, cyare. I’m not anywhere close to being done with you.” He murmurs, “But I’m not fucking you in here. So get dressed.”

You grin up at him, delight running through you once again. “Yes sir.”

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Heeeeey , how are you ? I hope your alright where you are 💚I had an idea but feel free to pass over tis one if you want. I wanted to ask you a fic about 99 , since there is not a lot of fics about him and that most of them have a bittersweet/sad ending (involving his death) and I wanted something sweet for him, with a Jedi reader , with theses prompts , if you please 😊

Thanks a lot , and have a good day/night 💕

@griffedeloup Thank you for requesting such a lovely fic idea for our favourite clone, 99.

I hope you enjoy this.

Love oo

Always Something Left To Love

Warnings: person with disabilities, rapid ageing, limited mobility, self-doubt, desire to be like everyone else, Jedi!reader implied, I think that's it, if I miss anything please let me know.

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99 slowly moved down the hallway of Kamino as he cleaned the area close to the training rooms. He stood watching his fellow brothers running their drills. His hand held the broom a little tighter as he watched squad after squad accomplish what he couldn’t. There were times when he’d close his eyes at night, and he’d dream of running the training facility with his brothers, crouching down beside them, shooting the droids shoulder to shoulder, climbing over the barriers, and jumping for joy when they won. 

A silent tear slid down his cheek as he watched group after group graduate and leave to fulfil their duties while he remained. He was nothing like them. He’d never be nothing like them. 

It didn’t take the force to see how much he wanted to be a part of a team, to be included amongst his brothers. 

“99?” You stood by the entrance as you saw him.

He cleared his throat before turning to look at you, “Yes, Commander?”

“99, you don’t have to call me Commander. We’re friends aren’t we?”

“I prefer calling you , Commander.”

You smiled and nodded, “Alright. So what are we watching?” You walked up beside him, looking over the railing.

“Charlie Squad.”

“How are they doing?”

“Not bad. Although it seems CT-5211 keeps trying to take charge.”

“That won’t bode well on the field. What would you do differently?”

“If I had a chance, I’d have him run his own mission, on the side. Rather than have him follow the leader. They’ll just keep budding heads.”

“Hmmmm, interesting. You have a good eye.”

“At least I have that,” he chuckled lightly. 

“You know you’re appreciated and valued.”

He nodded as he limped away, “Thank you, Commander. I have to get back to my duties.”

You watched him walk away, you could feel his sadness through the force; you’ve always admired 99, even though he was different from others with his limited mobility and rapid ageing. The Kaminoans made a mistake when making 99, they claimed it was just a glitch in the system, but you had a sneaking suspicion they were trying to alter his genetic makeup. 

Despite his differences he had more heart than any of the other clones you knew. You couldn’t help your smile as you watched him. 

- - - - - - - - -

“99 please come to the training ground” you called for him.

“On my way, Commander.” 

99 had a soft spot in his heart for you, he was fascinated when he watched you train with the cadets, as General Shaak Ti’s assistant. You were a Jedi Knight, a former padawan of General Ti’s, it was your job to  train the Commanders. 

He made his way to the training ground, slowly carrying his supplies. He froze when he saw you standing outside. 

“Commander?”

You beamed as you looked at him, your smile reaching from one ear to the other, “Welcome 99.”

“Commander, why are you outside?”

“Well, I have a surprise for you.”

“For me?”

You nodded and motioned with your head for him to follow you, “Come on.” You both entered the training room, you stood as you watched Fox, Rex, Wolffe and Cody all standing ready for your orders, “What do you say wanna help us run a simulation?”

“Uh …” 99 looked from his brothers to you, “You… you did this for me?”

“You are part of this family.” Rex spoke moving closer. 

“That’s right we’re all brothers.” Fox added.

“What do you say? Help us take down the Commander.” Cody offered holding out a blaster.

Wolff nodded as he looked at 99. 

“Why did you do all this for me? I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.” 99 tried to reason within himself. No one had done anything this kind or wonderful; he looked into your eyes, wanting to understand why you’d go to such lengths for him.

Your hand gently rested on his shoulder as you looked at him, smiling brightly, “99, you have been my friend, that in itself is a tremendous thing. I don’t have many friends in the Jedi Order. As you know my ideas aren’t viewed with the greatest welcome, but you have always been there for me, listening to my ideas even when they’re nonsense.”

“They’re not nonsense.”

“And that’s why we’re friends. So what do you say, wanna take me down with your brothers?”

99 smiled, loading the blaster with a power clip, “Locked and loaded.”

Three hours later, 99 was waving the winning flag. You smiled watching Rex and Cody lift him up, celebrating their win. It brought a smile to your face seeing him live out one of his dreams. 

You saw him sitting in the locker room, smiling to himself, “Good day?” You sat beside him.

“The best. I … I can’t believe you did this when … when there’s nothing worthy about me.”

“What? Who says?”

“Everyone.”

“Well that’s not true, I don’t say that. Rex, Cody, Fox and Wolffe didn’t say that. In fact, they all appreciated what you did. Master Ti doesn’t say that either. Anyone who doesn’t see you as someone worthy is someone not worth knowing.”

“No. It’s because there isn’t anything to love about me.”

You looked at him, shaking your head, “There is always something left to love, 99. There’s plenty of you to love. You’re sweet, kind, warm, funny …” you bumped his shoulder, “it’s not about what’s on the outside, 99. It’s about what is on the inside. There’s plenty to love on the inside 99, you prove that time and time again. After all, you think there’s plenty of me to love. Right?”

- - - - - - - - - - 

99 remembered that moment as the best day in his life, his only regret was that he wished he could’ve told you how much he did love you, when he heard you didn’t make it back from your mission, it had been his greatest regret. He stood in front of your portrait, one of the cadets had drawn it in honour of your passing.

“Hello cyar’ika,” 99 gently touched the portrait, “Been a while since I stopped by, things are getting out of hand, we’re getting ready for an attack on Kamino…” he let out a sigh, “I have a feeling I might be seeing you soon. You asked me once if I loved you. This is what I wanted to say but I couldn’t, ‘Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.’ When I see you, I’ll be sure to tell you.”

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How DARE you — that ENDING……

I loved it — you just know how pace things so lovely that when you hit us it HITS us….❤️

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Hey Mimi!

700 ??? I’m so happy to hear that you’ve been getting all the praise for your wonderful mind and writing. I always enjoyed your writing and think you’ve such talent! Thank you for taking the time to set up these little roulettes - I always look forward to sending in a request and reading the others you’ve done! With that, I know you can cook up something fantastic as always. I love how you write Crosshair — especially an imperial!crosshair or do I dare say, purgetrooper!crosshair— and you know, you’re so great at writing Medic!Kave —you can always try an ISB Agent!Kave but whatever you choose you have free range on this one — here are my top favorite quotes….

16. "There is always something left to love." Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

19. ”For you, a thousand times over." - Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner

21. "Anything worth dying for is certainly worth living for." — Joseph Heller, Catch-22

@kavecika Hello love,

Thank you so much for sending in such an awesome request. Sorry for the delay, but I hope I did Kave and the story justice. So I went with Medic!Kave, and Imperial!Crosshair. But it takes place during Season 3 of Bad Batch.

More specifically the latter half.

I hope you enjoy it.

Love oo

Never Give Up

Warnings: Torture, wounds, depression, anger, danger, angst, fluff-ish (if you squint), forehead kiss, I think that's it. If I miss anything, please let me know.

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Kave hated having to walk through the prison cells on Tantiss. 

One there were too many clones, too many that looked like friends that were long gone. Too many that were injured. Too many that looked lost and defeated. Every step she took broke her heart a little more. Yet, if she could offer even a little bit of care, a bit of comfort, then that’s exactly what she’d do. 

Zhellday was the worst day of every week, the new prisoners would’ve arrived at the beginning of the week, which meant they would be sent to Dr. Hemlock, they’d be tortured, experimented on, and driven to the point of madness. 

Now, it was her turn to check on them, which basically meant to see who survived or who was too brain damaged to continue.

It was hard to see clones so broken. 

At least most had survived this time, she opened the last cell to see a very sickly clone, he was quite thin, his head had been shaved, and there was even a burn mark on the right side of his temple, from what she could see. 

She went to her cart pulling out her scanner, good news was that he was still alive, bad news was that his wounds were extensive. She focused back on her cart getting the bacta patches and cleaning solutions she’d need to tend to his wounds. She hadn’t been paying attention to him, when the clone beside her rolled. 

Kave’s heart registered him before her eyes and mind did. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing, as her eyes focused on the crosshair tattoo on his right eye. 

Her eyes welled up with tears as her lips trembled. She reached out her shaky hand to cup his very thin cheek, when she looked at the lines on his face, his sunken appearance, it hit her how difficult things had been for him. Especially when her eyes landed on the burn on the side of his head, her fingers gently trailed along the scar… what had he suffered? What had he endured? 

It didn’t take her long to tend to his wounds, and she knew she needed to leave, but she couldn’t pull herself from his sides. She gently pressed a kiss to Crosshair’s forehead. 

“I’m here, sweetheart. You’re not alone.” She whispered hoping he’d be able to hear her. She stood and took her supplies, looking back one last time before leaving him. 

It killed Kave not being able to be by his side when he needed comfort the most, but she needed to get her other work finished. A million questions ran through her mind, how did he end up here? What did he do that landed him in this godforsaken place? The last time she saw him, the both of them had exchanged heated words, she’d been frustrated he didn’t see how dangerous the Empire had become, frustrated how he refused to continue the discussion, how he didn’t even see that trying to hunt down his own brothers and civilians was a despicable act. It had been in the heat of anger, but before she could even stop herself the words were out of her mouth. 

“I can’t even look at you. You disgust me.”

She never meant it. Gods, how she wished she could’ve told him she regretted ever uttering those words, but no matter how hard she searched for him or tried to find information on him, he became a ghost, as all Imperial Commandos were in the system.

Once her duties were done, she found a way to sneak back down to the prisons, heading towards Crosshair’s cell, she opened it quietly. Her first concern was his wounds. 

“I’m back like I promised.” She whispered as she changed his bandages, “Look at you,” her voice trembled wondering how much pain he was in, “I’m sorry…” her eyes shifted to his face, shocked to find his eyes looking at her. 

“Kave?” His usually strong, confident, and snarky voice now sounded pained, confused, and completely exhausted. 

“Hey …” she gently shifted her hand to caress his face, “I’m here. I’m gonna get you out of here. Okay. I’ll come up with something …”

His shaky hand reached up and touched hers, “You’re real.”

“Yeah.” She smiled despite the tears in her eyes, “I’m real. I’m sorry, Crosshair. I’m so sorry for saying those things to you. I’ve regretted it…”

He shook his head weakly, “You were right …” he whispered, “I … I deserve this.”

“No. No you don’t.” She shifted closer, “No one deserves any of this. You don’t deserve this.” She emphasized. 

“You …” his voice shook, “you shouldn’t be here. You … you should leave.”

“Not without you. I can’t leave you.” She leaned closer, “I still love you. I’ve always loved you. I’m not leaving you.”

“There’s nothing left to love.” He strained to tell her he couldn’t bear to see her here. To be in this place that consumed everything.

“There is always something left to love.” She smiled back.

He looked at Kave with affection and longing, “I’ve missed you. We should’ve left when you told me.”

“Still plenty of time for us to escape.”

“We could die… you could die.” Crosshair whispered, wishing he had the strength to actually pull her into his arms. 

“Anything worth dying for is certainly worth living for, my love.” Kave pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, she could see in his eyes how much he wanted her closer. 

Crosshair gently touched her cheek, his fingers lifting ever so slightly, “Do you ever give up on me?”

“Never.”

“Never stop loving me.”

“I never will. I will fight every day for the both of us. For you, a thousand times over.”

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[kavecika]

OmFg—- you out did yourself!!! EVERYTHING was perfect!! The way you build up that drama is amazing!

You nailed Kave and her love of the clones and its perfect and I can’t believe you did TANTISS!!

The argument they before hand - ughhh tearing me to pieces!! Kave trying to put some sense in her man.

And that lagged memory from Crosshair -

How dare you write such beautiful thing — I was in tears at the ending

— THANK YOU — this was wonderful and I love every word in it —you do Kave x Crosshair so much justice , from the physical touches and responses — I loved it !!

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I love you and your celebrations! You know how much I loved Crosshair x Sith!Reader. I would love to see more of their story with the quote, "Look at her -- I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way -- what bliss." Thank you, sweetie 😘😘😘

@firstofficerwiggles thank you for your amazing request. You always ask for something extra and I love it.

Here's a continuation to the Crosshair x Sith!Reader you wanted. I did write it with a f!reader in mind.

What You Deserve - Part 2

Warnings: Possession, anger, shock, pleading, twisted love, Sith!reader, extreme reactions, force choking, unintentional choking, fear, worried for someone else's welfare, convincing someone to leave, civil war, I think that's it. If I miss anything please let me know.

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Hunter stood looking at Crosshair, shocked by his declaration. Wrecker, Echo and Omega all shared a similar shocked expression, granted in varying degrees. Tech however, remained stoic and kept his eyes on you, his hand ready by his side; almost as though he knew his brother wouldn’t have joined them and for one specific reason, you. 

“You’re not coming?” Wrecker asked once more hoping he’d heard incorrectly.

“I’ve made my decision.” Crosshair gently repeated as he shifted closer to you. 

When the two of you headed towards the planet, Lannik, the last thing you expected was … well a few things. One, actually finding Jedi sympathizers, and a hub to smuggle them and the Jedi from. The second being, Crosshair’s family. You hadn’t expected to find them helping Jedi sympathizers; and when you both ran into them, it caught you completely unaware. That brief second you hesitated, allowed for the transport ship to make its escape, and for the two of you to be captured by Crosshair’s family. Finally, the last thing you expected was for there to be some sort of civil war, between those in favour of the Empire and the rebels. Somehow, you ended up being caught in the middle of a firefight, and before you knew it, his family had brought you to a safe place. Everything happened so fast, you couldn’t even get it clear in your own head. Of course, that could also have something to do with the concussion you were currently suffering from.

Truthfully, you could’ve avoided all of it, but then that would mean doing the very thing you’d sworn you wouldn’t do; make decisions on Crosshair’s behalf. Even though everything inside of you was screaming to keep him all to yourself, to hide him from anyone else. 

When Hunter offered him a chance to leave your side and go back to them, you felt your blood beginning to boil, wanting to just erase them from before you; however, for Crosshair’s sake you held back. 

It took all your strength and effort not to kill his family right there and then. The fear of being on your own again, of not being able to find someone that makes you feel the way Crosshair does; someone who makes you feel safe and secure. Having to face your Master without support. The fear began to grip your heart, as you felt it fuel your anger. 

“We all have different choices to make.” Hunter continued, completely oblivious to the turmoil you were under the more he spoke, “Are you sure about this? About staying with …” he motioned towards you. He couldn’t bring himself to say your name. 

Crosshair turned to look at you, a small smile on his lips, it quickly disappeared as he faced Hunter again.

“I’m sure.”

“You could die because of her or she might make you kill for her.”

He turned once more to look at you, "Look at her --“ he turned back to face Hunter, resolution in his eyes and determination set in his face, as a slight smirk appeared on his lips, “I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way -- what bliss."

Tech shook his head, “She may have you under mind control.”

“I. Would. Never. Do. That.” You hissed through gritted teeth, your voice low and dangerous as you spoke towards goggles, your anger was becoming harder to control as it simmered just below the surface, taking a step closer, your hand moved toward your lightsaber without thinking, a clear warning to his brothers. 

Crosshair could see in your eyes, the slight hue of red beginning to appear, he knew they were pushing your buttons and he needed to bring you back down, he held his hand out towards you keeping you back as he shook his head. 

“I know, sweetness.” The term of endearment slipping out, hoping it would break through your anger, “Just ignore him. I know you’d never hurt me.”

You narrowed your eyes at his brothers as you nodded, you had enough of this nonsense. All you two had been listening to for the past hour was them trying to convince him to leave you, and come back to them. All it did was keep pushing you closer to the edge, the anger within you at its breaking point. You didn’t want Crosshair’s attention deviated, you wanted him to be focused solely on you, and not having to listen to his brother’s conversations, not wanting their opinion to influence him. 

The last thing you wanted to keep hearing was them trying to convince the one you wanted to leave your side. 

Regardless of what they had to say, he was yours. 

How it actually happened, was still a bit of a mystery to you, but at some point during the hyperspace journey, to this horrendous planet, you both finally admitted your feelings. 

And now he was yours to love. 

Yours to care for. 

Yours to have by your side. 

He was yours, he couldn’t leave. 

He couldn’t leave. 

You’d never let him leave, not now that you just found each other. The only way he’d ever be allowed to leave, would be either by his death or yours. 

However, if his brothers weren’t around, all of this would be moot. If only his brothers could die… had died on Kamino. With each passing thought, your anger grew stronger, fiercer, more possessive.

Crosshair stepped into your field of vision as he saw your fists clench, your eyes shifting to their reddish hue. He cupped your cheeks, holding your face in his hand, forcing you to look at him. To see him, not his brothers. “Cyar’ika, calm down. I’m not leaving you. Not now. Not ever. I’m here. I’m by your side. Look at me, cyar’ika. Look at me.”

Your eyes focused on him, the anger within you slowly subsided. You closed your eyes and let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, as the pounding in your chest, and the whispers of voices in your head diminished. You let go of your clenched fists, and held his wrists. 

As soon as you released your fists there was a collective gasp of coughing, as all his brothers kneeled on the floor gasping for air. Omega, had been the only one not affected as she ran between her brothers providing any sort of comfort or relief she could. 

Shock and surprise filled your face, when you opened your eyes and saw the damage you caused. Seeing his brothers on the ground, gasping for air wasn’t what you wanted, even if you thought about it, you never wanted to actually hurt Crosshair or his family.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” You repeated over and over again, as tears streamed down your cheek, “I didn’t mean to … it was an accident… I’m sorry…” 

“Shhh” Crosshair placed a kiss on your forehead as he held you close, he glanced over his shoulder to Hunter who was kneeling on the ground, as he began to breathe normally, Omega’s hand on his shoulder. He knew it wasn’t your fault, sometimes you couldn’t control the beast within, as you called it, “You should leave. We’re fine.”

“Crosshair, she’s dangerous. She’ll turn on you too.” Hunter pleaded one last time.

“No. She won’t.” Crosshair looked into your eyes, his trust and faith evident in every look, smile and word utter from his mouth, “Just like I’ll never turn my back on her.” He held you close, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, as he guided you away. “Let’s go, cyare.”

You nodded, enjoying the closeness.

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I love this dynamic so much —

Crosshair @ his brothers

Sith

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Hi I saw your sith!obiwan stories and absolutely loved them!! I was wondering if you could make another one? Maybe the reader used to be his (favourite) padawan before anakin, and like he followed anakin to the dark side? (Everyone thought anakin killed him maybe?) And when reader meets hum again he manipulates her to the darkside or smth. Idk, try to make sense of the chaos, love your work -🐦‍🔥

Hello wonderful anon,

I'm embarrased to say how long your ask has been in my inbox and I really hope you see this because I loved writing this one. I had some writing interruptions that slowed me down, but I think the end result is worth it. I really hope you enjoy!!

Love,

Wiggles

Dark Side Seduction

Sith Obi-Wan Kenobi x Jedi Female Reader

Rating: M for Mature (18+ only)

Warnings: SMUT, age gap (10 years), oral sex (female receiving), unprotected PinV sex, Sith Obi-Wan is his own warning

Word count: ~3600

Author’s note: So in this, I decided that Jedi Reader is Anakin’s contemporary, but she was never directly Obi-Wan’s padawan. Obi-Wan remembers her but they weren’t as close as he was with Anakin.

Special thanks to my lovely beta readers @imabeautifulbutterfly @kavecika and @mysticalgalaxysalad

Five years. Five damn years! It repeats in your head as you sit in the holding cell on a Star Destroyer, special binders around your wrists to prevent you from using the Force. You survived the Jedi massacre and managed to hide away for five years without any detection from the Empire, but a split second was all it took, using the Force just that one time, and you were caught. 

You hear boots in the hall, they sound different from the others that have passed by. Then you feel, you feel him. Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. No. It’s Lord Kenobi of the Sith now, you think glumly. And yet, his Force signature is still recognizable to you, still calls to you as it always had. When he finally enters the cell, resplendent in his elegant white uniform and cape, you look up at his familiar face. You don’t know how it’s possible but he seems to have grown even more handsome. He is the Obi-Wan you know, still elegant, still with a pleasant look on his face, and yet there is a marked change about him. Perhaps it’s that he looks more relaxed, even more confident than before, and he’s smiling at you as if he’s never been more glad to see you.

“Master Kenobi,” you hear yourself say softly, with respect. Even now, you can’t seem to change how you feel.

He chuckles, the sound is warm, husky, and rich. 

“No one has called me that for a very long time, my dear,” he replies. 

“No, I suppose they haven’t, sir,” you respond politely.

He tips his head at you, looking you over. His gaze drifts down your body. You’re still in your work outfit, a very risque little dress from the cocktail lounge where you had been working. You shift your legs, crossing them, but that only makes the dress ride up more and you awkwardly try to pull it down. 

“My dear, look at the state of you, this can’t be comfortable,” he muses. He takes a step towards you and holds out his hand, “If you promise to behave, we can go somewhere nicer.”

You place your hand in his, rather awkwardly as your hands are bound. You know you should refuse and yet again it’s as if your body can’t get past your former adoration for him. Ok, maybe adoration is a bit dramatic. You won’t deny you had a crush on him, watching him train Anakin, the youngest knight to have a padawan at the time, it was understandable. Half your padawan class had a crush on Obi-Wan Kenobi. 

He helps you to your feet and gives you a little wink, “You’ve become very beautiful over the years, I’m so pleased you were brought to my ship.” 

Your mouth falls open in surprise, you would never have expected him to compliment you. 

Lord Kenobi pushes things further, pulling you closer to his body and then leaning in to whisper in your ear, “You will promise to behave won’t you? I’d hate to leave you chained up in this freezing cell alone, much better to be chained up in my quarters with me.”

His tone is so suggestive that you can’t suppress the shiver that shoots straight through to your core. You look back at him, your eyes wide, and your breath comes out in a soft gasp as you respond, “Lord Kenobi, I don’t know what you mean to suggest by that.”

“Don’t you? That look in your eyes and your heaving chest seem to suggest that you do,” he replies with a second wink, “Come along, darling.”

Obi-Wan leads you down the corridor making his way through the ship, still holding your hand. He is delighted that he’s the one to have found you. He remembers you from those long years of training. Back then you were just Anakin’s little friend, talented in the Force, and a very good padawan. Fondly he thinks about the times he implored Anakin to be more like you. Obi-Wan also recalls that you were quite taken with him. He saw your doe-eyed stares and heard your girlish giggles whenever he was in the training room demonstrating techniques. From the way you’ve looked at him today, it seems that attraction is still alive and well. He very much intends to take advantage of that.

You arrive at his quarters, a luxurious and elegant room, dominated by his large silk-covered bed. Obi-Wan catches your gasp at seeing it and chuckles to himself. 

“Do you like what you see, darling? Want to know if it’s as sinful as it looks?” he teases you.

“W- why would I want that?” You ask, trying to look defiant, and yet the breathiness of your voice suggests that you do.

He decides to spare you more teasing for now, and instead of guiding you to the bed, he steers you to a comfortable sofa in his sitting area. He sits down in an armchair next to the sofa. He spreads his legs out, getting comfortable all the while knowing that you’ll be tempted to look him over. He chuckles again when you do exactly that. He loves that look of desire mixed with fear in your eyes. It turns him on much more than it should. 

“Care for a drink, darling?” He offers, waving his hand so that his whiskey decanter pours two glasses. He floats one over to you, not even waiting for you to say yes. He watches as you take the glass with a softly murmured alright. 

He sips his drink and looks over at you, smiling when you eventually sip yours too. You take a few gulps of the drink, shifting in your seat as you do, looking fidgety. He smirks as you drain your glass, nothing like liquid courage.

“Why did you bring me here?” you blurt out as you stare at him. Damn, he looks too good, your traitorous libido is thrilled that you’re here with him, while the logical part of your brain is trying to decipher why Lord Kenobi would treat you like this.

“Why to talk to you, of course,” Obi-Wan responds, his voice silky smooth, “Did you think I brought you here for some nefarious purpose?” He looks amused.

“I suppose I do think that, yes, you are a Sith Lord, after all,” you retort, “Isn’t nefarious what you do?” The alcohol has made you bold.

He laughs at that, “Oh my dear, you have such a stilted view of the Sith.” He grows more thoughtful, “But I suppose that is the fault of the Jedi. I once thought as you do. But I was wrong.”

“Wrong about those that embrace the dark side of the Force? That serve only themselves and indulge in their own desires?” You ask, incredulously. 

“And what is so terrible about indulging in desires?” Obi-Wan asks in return. He looks at his glass of whiskey, turns it so the amber liquid picks up a spark of light. “This whiskey is a desire, and when I drink it and enjoy it, it makes me happy. Is that such a terrible thing?”

“Well, no, but you were allowed to drink as a Jedi,” you point out to him. 

“Ah, but owning something as lovely as this expensive bottle of whiskey was considered frivolous, and therefore bad in the eyes of the Jedi,” he responds, “It’s not unlike the Jedi’s attitudes towards sex, it’s alright to enjoy from time to time, but if you dare to seek passion with the same person for too long, it’s forbidden.”

“Yes, but attachments can lead to jealousy and fear,” you tell him, the words from your Master’s teachings coming to your tongue automatically.

“So it’s better to have a string of one night stands, temporary lovers that we use for our pleasure only to callously turn away from them without a second thought as to their feelings?” Obi-Wan’s question is pointed, and to be honest is one that has crossed your mind before. 

“Well, yes, to an extent, but it doesn’t have to be callous,” you reply, “And when you have a duty to others, sometimes you have to give up certain things.” Your answer sounds lame even to your own ears.

“Yes, yes, we were taught to give up on the opportunity to foster a beautiful, loving sexual relationship, and settle for meaningless casual sex, or perhaps no sex at all, living a life of celibacy, all because of the possibility, the slight chance, that the beautiful relationship might cause some jealousy or give you a fear of losing the other. To me, that sounds like fear itself,” Obi-Wan states passionately, his eyes flashing with conviction.

His words make you pause, and you have to admit that he makes a fair point. That the mere prospect of a negative result is the only reason why serious attachments are not permitted does seem like a fear of the unknown. His spirited defense of a ‘beautiful relationship’ makes you curious.

“Is that what you want? To have a beautiful, loving relationship?” You speak softly, hardly daring to ask him such a personal question.

He smiles at you though, taking a sip of his whiskey before responding, “I’d like to have the power to make my own choice about a relationship. I would certainly like the chance to at least try. Being a Sith, I now can.”

“I see,” you respond quietly, “But it still means you belong to the dark side.” You frown at him, determined not to lose sight of who he really is.

Obi-Wan smirks at you and finishes his drink. Then he stands so that he can slip off his jacket and make himself more comfortable. He notices that your eyes never leave him, and he flexes his arms to make his muscles stand out more even under the fabric of his shirt. Instead of returning to his chair, he sits next to you. He almost laughs as you keep your head still, stubbornly refusing to look right at him while your eyes dart to the side all the same. Two of his fingers come up to your face and he turns you to face him. His eyes meet yours and he can feel a deep heat in your gaze. He can feel your determination to dislike him, and yet there is a stronger feeling inside you pushing through, a pure raw desire for him.

“What about you? Are you the type to prefer meaningless sex or do you long for something more? Something you desperately want but were denied for much too long?” Lord Kenobi asks as he looks deep into your eyes. His posh voice is soft with a deep huskiness.

“I- I don’t know,” you breathe out, unable to look away from his hypnotic gaze. You want to resist him, but when he’s looking at you like you’re the most desirable woman in the galaxy, it’s hard not to melt into his touch.

His hand moves to caress your cheek, and his thumb dares to brush your bottom lip. You see his eyes flick down to look at your mouth before they move back to meet your stare again.

“Are you sure you don’t know? I can feel how much you want more,” he whispers to you, his hot breath ghosting across your skin, “You deserve more, and I could give it to you.”

His hand travels lower, moving softly down your neck, over your collarbone, and then coming to rest on the swell of your breast. 

“Do you really think that if you gave into your desire to have me in the ways you’ve imagined, that it would be meaningless?” He asks before his lips brush over your cheek and then your jaw.

You have to bite your lip to keep yourself from blurting out that no, it wouldn’t be meaningless at all. You can feel his lips moving down to softly kiss your neck. He kisses his way across your throat, waiting until he can hear your breath hitch before he lifts his head again.

“You said I belong to the dark side, but what if I belonged to you, how would you feel then?” he asks, as he slips a hand around to the back of your neck, looking as though he is inches away from kissing you.

“I would want that,” you admit to him finally. Then before you lose your chance, you close the distance between you and him, capturing his mouth with your own.

Obi-Wan knows he has you as soon as you surge forward to kiss him with more passion than he anticipated from you. He lets you control the kiss for a few moments, loving the way you glide your tongue into his mouth. But then, his innate desire to dominate takes over and he regains control. His kiss is aggressive and passionate, but there is a tenderness to it too, a deep desire to give you all that you’ve been craving. 

As he kisses you into submission, Obi-Wan leans you down into the soft cushions of the sofa. He breaks away from your lips for a moment so he can guide your bound hands up over your head. When he returns to plunder your mouth again, he presses his chest to yours, covering your body with his. You can’t resist the delicious feel of his weight on top of you and you arch your back, moving against his body. 

“Ah, sweetheart, I can feel how badly you want me,” Lord Kenobi whispers in your ear before kissing the sensitive place below it. His lips continue to trail down your neck as he grinds his hips on yours. “Surely you can feel my own desire for you?” 

You gasp as you feel how hard he is for you, utterly surprised that you could evoke such a response from him. Your mind is feverish with astonishment that any of this is happening at all. You moan in response to his question.

He chuckles softly as he kisses a delicate trail across the exposed skin of your chest. He lifts his head to look at you while his elegant fingers play with the strap of your dress. 

“You’ll have to give me a real answer if you want me to continue, my darling,” he tells you with a smirk and another naughty grind of his hips. 

“Yes… yes, please,” you manage to breathe out. With the way he’s looking at you, golden eyes glowing, and with the feel of him pressed against you, there is only one answer, “Please, Lord Kenobi, I want you.”

“Good girl,” he responds before searing his lips to yours in another heated kiss. He kisses you until you’re dizzy with need for him and you look up at him, your eyes glassy with desire when he lifts himself off you. But you feel puzzled,

“What? Where are you going?” you ask, your voice soft and higher-pitched than normal.

He smiles at you as he helps you up,

“Darling, if I’m going to give you the ultimate pleasure of being with me, I want to have you in my bed,” he says, unzipping your dress as he guides you to the satin-covered mattress. “A tawdry coupling on my sofa isn’t good enough for your first time with me.”

“I wouldn’t have minded it,” you mumble, your face heating at that admission.

Obi-Wan laughs at that, “Well, my dear, I will keep that in mind.” He raises one eyebrow as he peels your clothing from your body leaving you naked. Obi-Wan steps back to look you over for a moment,

“Gorgeous, just as I dreamed you’d be,” he tells you. His hand strokes over one breast and down your form to cup your core with his large hand, “Mmmm, and already wet for me.”

You moan his name as his fingers discover just how dripping wet you are. You part your legs more for him, not the slightest bit ashamed at how much you want him. In the past, you would have been mortified for him to know how desperate you are for him, but it no longer matters to you, you need this, you need to know what it is like to have him. You don’t care that he’s a Sith Lord, for now he is a man, and not just any man, he is the man you’ve dreamt of for years, and you won’t stop this for anything.

Somehow Obi-Wan has gotten you on the bed before you could realize what was happening. His fingers continue to distract you as he uses the Force to bind your hands to his headboard. He holds your gaze as he undresses, revealing his muscular and fit body under your eager view. When he moves back over you, looming above you, he leans to kiss the tip of your breast, his tongue teasing your nipple before telling you, “I’ll make you feel more pleasure than you ever imagined possible, darling.” 

Kenobi is in awe of the sheer need coming from you. It’s as if no one has touched you in years, and he adores how responsive you are. With every swipe of his tongue, each curl of his fingers, he can hear you whimper and moan for him while your body shivers from the sensations. 

“Ahhh, Master Kenobi, yes, yessss.”

The way you call him ‘master’ fuels his ego even more and he finds himself wanting to hear it again and again from your sweet lips. His hot mouth forges a trail down your soft body, exploring every curve until he gets to where he knows you desperately want him to be. His tongue circles and flicks at your bundle of nerves in perfect harmony with his fingers deep inside you. He feels your whole body shudder and a wave of pure pleasure hits him through the Force as you fall apart for him. 

“Master Kenobiiii,” you moan as he brings you to new heights. Your body feels flooded with blissful light. 

“I love the way you say my name,” he replies as he kisses his way back up your body and settles himself between your thighs. He smiles again as you immediately hook your legs around his hips, keeping him in the cradle of your sweet heat.

“I love saying your name that way,” you tell him, craning your neck upward so you can kiss him. You wish you could use your hands to touch and caress his beautiful body. 

He kisses you back, passionately, as he starts to rock his hips and spread your wetness all over himself. He is practically throbbing for you now, and his kiss grows forceful as his own need begins to take control. He holds himself in check for now though, he wants to hear you declare how much you want this to happen.

“Tell me you want this, tell me you want me,” he demands, his golden eyes boring into yours with intense fervor.

“I do, I want you, Master Kenobi, you’re all I’ve ever wanted,” you admit to him in a rush of emotion and passion. 

Your words go straight to his core and Obi-Wan thrusts forward, making you his with one powerful stroke. He knows he promised you the ultimate pleasure, but right now you are the one giving it to him. He groans your name as he rolls his hips into yours. His hands glide up to hold yours, pinning them to the bed.

Obi-Wan takes you completely, your body, your mind, your very soul, all belong to him now. Your only words are his name, spilling from your lips between mewls and moans. Your body undulates, seeking the pure ecstasy that only he can give you. You’re on fire for him and you don’t care if it burns you to ash, all you want is to feel him like this for as long as you can. He’s right, you’ve never felt anything like this. A veritable storm of sensation is flowing from him to you, a pulsing electricity of raw desire and pleasure that sparks across every nerve in your body. You tremble beneath him as you finally give in to that intoxication of deep dark desire. 

“Look at me, look at me when you cum for me,” Obi-Wan’s husky voice commands. 

You shudder again, your eyes snapping to his as you are consumed by a powerful energy that seems to go on forever. You cry out his name, as your body sings with sheer joy. You feel Obi-Wan follow you into that well of pleasure, his own body shivering above yours as he fills you. 

You lie there, panting, feeling his soft kisses raining down on your skin. You murmur to him how good he was, how powerful, how handsome. 

“You were perfect, my darling, you did so well for me,” he tells you, as he tucks you into his bed, and lowers your hands so you feel more comfortable. 

“You were so good to me,” you tell him sleepily, feeling a delicious wave of relief and security wash over you. Your mind feels calm, your body completely satiated and at peace. None of the fears and worries from before seem to touch you now.

“Rest now, sweetheart,” Obi-Wan tells you, his hands gently caressing you as you drift off to sleep. He reaches over to undo the binders around your wrists. There’s no need for them now, he saw your eyes as you climaxed, he’s never seen a more beautiful golden color.

I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did!! Our Sith Lord Kenobi is always such a delicious treat.

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[kavecika]

You know how I feel about this — yet again— we are not worthy for such content , yet here you are being gracious….

[kokosnusslos]

rrrrahhhhhrrghhh

[kokosnusslos]

character sheet for my purge trooper 🫶

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Mimi

Y o u ‘ r e a M A C H I N E

Pumping these bangers after bangers!!… You’re gunna need a whole Dewey Decimal system for all these masterpieces!! Your expressiveness and emotions inspire me, it’s contagious.

I’m gunna have to ask for mah Murdertoothpick Danger noodle of a nope rope , Crosshair.

I was absolutely FLOORED at the fics you’ve been spewing out.

So IF you would be ever so kind to indulge me or yourself —I present to you with a “choose your own dealer’s choice”

(Crosshair x F!Medic) or you can insert my OC

(Kave) 🦊 whatever strikes you right.

Any combinations of these:

18. “You shouldn’t be out here by yourself.”

38. “You dumbass. Don’t do that. Ever agian. “

20. “I can’t leave you alone for one second without hurting yourself, can I?”

36. “How many fingers am I holding up?…I don’t have six fingers.”

44. “Do as I say not as I do. For real though, You don’t want to do what I do. I don’t want to do what I do.”

2. “I will always be there for you.”

Your choice I give you free range — you can make it hurt so good or bad / or add some whump or fluff / add as much drama as you desire…where ever in the timeline — The floor is yours Queen!❤️❤️❤️

@kavecika What a fantastic request, especially for my 20th request. I loved it. I did end up using your OC, so I hope I did Kave justice.

So I hope you enjoy what I came up with, love oo.

Promise

Warning: Medical injuries (somewhat graphic), burns, medical procedures, angst, hurt, comfort, kiss, fear of medical staff, feelings of being alone, I think that's it. If I miss any, please let me know.

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Crosshair sat in the medbay waiting for Kave to show up, after everything, after having his brothers abandon him for a kid, after having them nearly cook him alive, after them walking away, the one thing he could actually count on was Kave. 

She was the only bright spot left in his life. 

“I can’t leave you alone for one second without you hurting yourself, can I?” She giggled as she walked in seeing him injured. She knew better than trying to coddle him, or worry about him to an extreme. She’d be able to do that in the privacy of their quarters later on that night. 

He only let out a strained chortle as the pain meds were slowly ebbing away.

“Okay, my beautiful murdertoothpick, I’m gonna have to take this bandages off, and see the extent of the damage, okay?”

He nodded, not able to find the strength to answer her.

“Pain meds wearing off?”

Nod.

“Okay, sweetie… hold on.” Kave reached over and grabbed another pain med, using the hyperspray and injecting it into his arm, “There you, sweetie. You’ll start feeling better soon. Just calming breaths. Okay. Use your sniper breathing for me.”

Nod. He tried his best to calm his breathing imagining he was lining up a target.

“Okay, here we go.” She slowly cut away the gauze, careful not to pull too quickly. Biting back the tears and worries she felt for the pain and injury he sustained. His hair was burned away, his skin bubbled and melted away from the heat. Some of it came off on the gauze she peeled away. She wanted to press a kiss to his lips, to hold him close to take away his pain. However, she needed to remain professional. 

“Alright, I’m going to need you to open your eyes for me, I’m going to pull away the eyepatch and then we’re going to test to see how much damage there is, okay?”

Nod.

She took in a deep breath, and prepared herself for what she’d find under the patch. She let out a sigh of relief that the damage wasn’t too bad. The eye was red, a little inflamed, which was understandable. The pupil was reacting to the light, which was fantastic. His eyes were tearing up as tears slid down his cheek. 

“Okay, How many fingers am I holding up?”

Crosshair took a second, his vision was blurred, and somewhat fogging from the tears forming. He couldn’t stop blinking for a while, “Um … six.”

Kave looked from him to her fingers, “Okay, well first, I don't have six fingers. I’m going to try and wash out your eye again. I know the medics on site already did that, but I’m trying again okay.”

“Yeah.”

After Kave dealt with the injured, she covered and protected it with a cool compress. Once she finished with his eye, she moved on to the more serious injury, she’d need to put bacta on the injury and keep him in the med bay for the next two days. To keep reapplying the treatment. She wasn’t looking forward to the argument that was about to ensue, she dismissed everyone from the room, leaving her and Cross alone. 

“Sweetheart, I’m going to need to keep you here for at least two days.”

“No.”

“Cross…”

“I said NO!”

She let out a sigh, “Baby,” she hated using that term but it was the only one that usually calmed him down enough to listen to her, “you need a sterile environment. This is your health, please, for me.” He was about ready to start arguing again, she held his hand and pressed it against her chest, “Listen to me, please. I’ll set you up in the ICU room, it’ll just be the two of us. No one else. I know you hate the med bay. I know you hate being poked and prodded, but I’ll be the only one taking care of you. I’ll treat you every time, and won’t let anyone else in. I’ll protect you and care for you. So please, for me… listen to me and stay here.”

Cross let out a trembling breath, he hated the med bay, he hated the memories that came from the training he and his brothers underwent when they were children… he hated that his brothers weren’t here anymore to stay with him. He hated that Wrecker wasn’t here to stay by his side when he got scared. He hated that Hunter wasn’t here to fight with him, to make him feel he had a brother. He hated that he couldn’t hear Tech’s hum in understanding as he read some new fact or understood some new principle or formula. He hated that he was alone. 

He squeezed her hand, “You promise?”

“I promise,” she pressed a kiss to his knuckles, “it’ll just be me and you. You know, I will always be there for you."

He nodded, “Okay. I’ll stay here for two days…”

“At least.”

“At least.”

“Thank you, my beautiful murdertoothpick.”

He let out a huff, “You know I hate that nickname.”

“No, you don’t,” she smirked. 

A small smile creeped onto his lips, “No. I don’t.”

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[kavecika]

MIMI…… You did Kave PERFECTLY, the mannerisms, to the pet names—I wasn’t expecting to have a post-burn crosshair scene — this was a total surprise!!

How you captured his emotions with his brothers and that isolation from them.

This is totally the dynamic between them from the joking to the argument to compromising and Kave wanting to take that suffering away.

I loved that you added the graphic content and adding the murdertoothpick reference was to die for—him trying to act like he don’t like it but secretly does. From the kiss on the knuckles to using a pet name she doesn’t like but it works to getting him to drop the grumpy act is soooo HER! I don’t know how you keep doing it!

Making sure her man was taken care of under her watch was the cherry on top with ICU room and that smile creeping up on his face at the end was PERFECTION!

I love that you captured how they bounce off each other but she can read him or anticipate his needs without losing that dignity involved with treatments then to have him all fake grumpy and resisting that smile makes all the stress worth it!

You know Kave’s reaction was this and giving herself a point on the scoreboard of “I win” cause I made him feel better when he doesn’t want to be—

Thank you from the bottom of my heart! ❤️🦊

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Hello there!

I was thinking that Cross with 11 and 21 for an enemies to lovers kind of story with a female assassin/bounty hunter would make an awesome story, with your great writing 💛

Thanks for being an awesome fic writer tho

General Kenobi?

Hehehehe, hello anon! thank you so much for the request and for the love. I hope I did your request justice.

Love oo

See Me

Warning: Pranks, enemies to lovers, contention, discussions of assassination, Star Wars cussing, clone's being treated disrespectfully, I think that's it. If I miss anything please let me know.

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You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face as you sat across the Purge Commander Crosshair. His scowl was second to none, and the way his eyes just focused on you like you were trash, well you just couldn’t wait to keep pushing his buttons. So you sat there with a subtle smile that only Crosshair could actually tell. 

“Any questions?” Admiral Rampart asked.

“I have one,” you raised your hand, keeping your eyes locked on Crosshair challenging him with each passing second, “Do I have to work with a second rate sniper or can I simply pay the fine and opt out?” You smirked as you looked at him. 

His nose flared as he glared at you, “I’d say save your fine, and I can take care of this the old fashion way.” He placed his blaster on the table. 

“Promises, promises” you teased.

“Enough!” Admiral Rampart slammed his hand on the desk, “You both will work together, is that understood? These insurgents must be dealt with, and I frankly could care less what either of you want. Dismiss!”

You stood rolling your eyes at Rampart, you noticed the subtle chuckle from Crosshair as he looked at you. You simply rolled your eyes again and headed out of the meeting room, towards your ship. The last thing you wanted was to stay a minute longer, on this ridiculous ship. You notice Crosshair followed without so much as a word. 

“You know you don’t have to do everything he says.”

“Heh! Of course, you would say that? Have you ever had any loyalty?”

You stopped and turned to look at him, narrowing your eyes, “Remember I’m supposed to be watching your back out there. And strangely, this eye” you point to your prosthetic, “is giving me a little trouble.”

“Easy assassin, you’ll have to get in line to kill me. I have quite the list of people who don’t want me around.”

“Oh please,” you roll your eyes, “Just because there’s a long line of people who I don’t doubt want to kill you, however, the only one who gets to kill you, is me.”

“What was it you said again?” He stepped closer invading your space, “Promises. Promises. Promises.” He brushed past you, bumping your shoulder heading towards your ship. Ignoring the glare coming off you on his back. 

It wasn’t the first time you two were working together, and each time, you both somehow found ways to get under each other’s skin. In fairness, he did leave you on the last mission, forcing you to hitch a ride back to base. Although the time before that, you may have left him hanging from a spire on the top of a building. Time before that, he purposefully took your ship when you got into a heated argument. The one before that one, you may or not have dropped his rifle into a pile of mud and prevented him from getting it. 

It was a build of tension, anger, and one-upping each other to see who could piss the other off the most. 

Either way, you were stuck with each other right now. Admiral Rampart, was quite adamant to keep you two working together, you weren’t sure if it was because he had a bet to see who would kill who, or if it had to do with the fact you actually did work well together. 

You threw yourself down in the pilot seat as Crosshair gently placed his rifle beside him, out of your reach. You couldn’t help but smirk at his actions, “Afraid, she’ll have another nice mud bath” you chuckled.

“Touch her this time and I’ll kill you without hesitation.”

You held your hands up in surrender. It wasn’t long before you were both heading to your destination, the hyperspace lights filling the cockpit and playing off both your faces. “I say we give Admiral Rampart a special treat when we get back.”

Crosshair let a mischievous grin appear on his lips, “I’m listening.”

It was the first time the two of you didn’t actually fall into fighting, instead you both found a common enemy in Admiral Rampart and fell into fits of laughter trying to find the most ridiculous revenge you both could come up with. 

As the ship landed at your destination, a lot of the anger and tension that had been there seemed to have eased off. You both hiked to your final destination, it was a three day journey to walk it. Which was fine for the both of you, neither of you wanted to be out there or even complete the assignment. “I heard you had another run in with the clone rebels you used to travel with,” you offered by way of a peace offering as you both settled down for the evening meal … well what consisted of a meal for two assassins on a mission.

“What of it?” Crosshair mumbled as he bit into the pheasant type animal you had caught for dinner. 

“Heard you got injured” you motioned to the scar on his head, “looks bad. Did it hurt?”

“No, it tickled. Like tookas licking it,” he responded sarcastically, rolling his eyes at you. 

 “Sorry.”

He let out a sigh, tossing aside the bone he’d been chewing on. Leaning forward to pull off some more meat from the carcass on the spit over the fire. 

“Heard you had your own mishap,” he whispered, and if you hadn’t been paying attention you would’ve missed it, “someone tried to hack your eyewear.” He pointed to the prosthetic you wore since your first mission ever. It had been a cocky move on your part that cost you an eye. 

You nodded, focusing on our hands, “Yeah, well they learned not to mess with me after that.”

“Good.”

You knew you shouldn’t but you couldn’t help it, as a smirk appeared on your lips, before you looked at him, “Worried about it?”

“No.”

“I think you were.”

“I think you need to focus on eating.”

“For being someone you hate, I’m sure on your mind a lot. Seeing as you keep tabs on me when I’m not around.”

“Don’t want to train another bounty hunter.”

“Assassin.”

“Bounty Hunter.”

“I’m an assassin, thank you.”

Crosshair shrugged, ”Same difference, you get paid to kill.”

“Like you don’t”

“I don’t.” Crosshair stated matter of factly as he looked at you, shock written on your face, he sighed again, “Clones don’t get paid. We don’t get anything, except our weapons, clothes, and food while we’re on assignment.”

“Kriff! That’s disgusting.” He shrugged, it was his way of life, and he didn’t feel any different about it. You looked at the fire for several minutes before looking at him with determination, “I’ll split it with you.”

His head slowly turned to focus on your eyes, “What?”

“My reward. I’ll split it with you. I’ll set up an unregistered account. Set up a phoney ID, and I’ll put your money there, for you to use as you wish.”

He narrowed his eyes as he looked at you, “And why would you do that?”

“Because … I don’t want to train another assassin, either.” You smirked as you looked at him, realizing why there was so much tension and anger between the two of you. 

“You don’t have to do that, mesh’la.”

“Yes. I do. Think of it as payment for training.” You smiled.

Crosshair looked into your eyes, and for the first time ever in his life, he wanted something for himself. 

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[kavecika]

*Slides in seeing Purge Trooper Commander Crosshair*

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Can I suggest 4 and 47 with Howzer? Idk if you write for him but he’s a sweetheart I know. The last week everything has gone wrong….

Ohhhh sweetheart. You have no idea what you did to me. Let me tell you when I sat down and began writing... oh! It all came pouring out nearly 2000 words later, and I have a fic for you. I really hope you love it. I did.

Love oo,

The Lullaby

Warning: Death, loss (various kinds), angst, comfort, kissing, tears.

Italics - flashback

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Howzer looked at the beautiful paradise island he and the Bad Batch escaped to. Pabu. To think there was such a beautiful place in this horrible galaxy. Every time he thought he found something it had been ripped away from him. He couldn’t help but wonder if this would be any different.

He glanced down to the bracelet you weaved on his wrist. The only thing he had left of you. His fingers trailed over it again and again. He lost you on Ryloth when he stood up to the Empire. There were days when just remembering your smiling face, the way you’d call his name when you laid beside him, your soft kisses and caresses were the only thing that kept him going. 

Especially when he started to lose his squad. When his men started to be taken from him too, he clung to the image of you all the more. He stood on the precipice that overlooked the island, it was majestic, a spot you would’ve loved to come to, to let the wind and sea take away your disquieting thoughts. He closed his eyes and breathed in the salty sea air. If you were there, beside him, he could see himself getting used to this. He could get used to a life full of peace and quiet … but you weren’t here. 

His eyes focused back down at the intricately woven bracelet you gave him, smiling as he remembered that day.

“Howzer show me your wrist” you smiled at him acting all cute and coy, your smile reaching all the way to your eyes.

“Why? What are you going to do to it?” He narrowed his eyes as he fought back a chuckle.

“Don’t be difficult and just show me your wrist.” You demanded with that smile never failing while you looked at him. It was his smile, one you reserved only for him as you stated over and over again.

“Fine, but if you do anything weird, I’m going to give you the worst tickle attack ever.” He warned as he placed a kiss on your cheek.

“What weird, just hold it out” he did begrudgingly, giving you his wrist. He laughed when you pulled his wrist closer to you and turned your back so he couldn’t see what you were doing. It was a few seconds later, when you turned around smiling, “There. See. Not weird.”

He looked down at the threaded bracelet, it was the colour of his armour, the colour of your eyes, and the dark red colour of the sands of Ryloth. “It’s … it’s beautiful.”

“It’s you, me and Ryloth. The planet that brought us together,” you smiled leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips, “as long as you wear it, I’ll always be with you.”

A chuckle escaped his lips as he wrapped his arms around you, “Thank you. I love it, and you.” He pressed another kiss to your lips, “Thanks, cyar’ika, for making today a little less depressing.”

“Were you having a rough day?” You wrapped your arms around him tighter. 

“I was, but now that you’re here, and I have you…” he waved his wrist, “I’m better. You always chase the dark thoughts away.”

“I’ll make sure to always be here to chase the dark thoughts away.”

Howzer looked at his bracelet as a tear slid down his cheek, “… but you’re not here to chase the dark thoughts away.” He spoke out loud to the images of you in his mind.

Things since Ryloth had been difficult for you, you’d suffered a serious injury. In fact, you weren’t even sure how you made it off Ryloth and found yourself travelling with Phee. It took you a while to learn how to speak again, and even to remember the name Phee had generously given you. But she was patient with you, taking you with her each and every time. Repeating what needed to be repeated as often and as slowly as possible. Protecting you, when you needed to be protected. 

Even when you met the Bad Batch, she took her time introducing you to them. When had first met them they seemed somewhat familiar but it wasn’t quite right. They’re faces weren’t quite right, and you didn’t understand why.

You shrugged it off, not really worrying about it. Wrecker had been especially attentive towards you, even though you kept a friendly distance from him. Not that you found him unpleasant or unattractive, but your heart felt … occupied. It was a feeling that ... somehow you knew you were waiting for someone. Who that was, only the Force would know. 

As months dragged by, and bits of your old memory came back, you had found yourself being pulled time and time again to the colour, teal blue, it struck a chord with you. Deep inside, it reminded you of something. Every time you saw it, you had to have it. Blankets, scarves, sweaters, even underwear. It was a colour that made you feel comforted, that it was somehow a part of you. 

You heard from Phee more clones had joined the island, looking for a safe haven. You learned a few weeks after the Bad Batch arrived what clones were and why so many of them had the same face. Well at least a variation of the same face. You brushed off Phee’s comment, going on your usual walk when you hadn’t had a good night’s sleep, you wrapped the teal blue shawl around you, revelling in its comfort and safety. Not that it was particularly cold that day, but it had been a bad day for you, so you needed that extra warmth. 

The images and nightmares from the past week were overwhelming. The doctor had mentioned, it was all part of the healing process, as memories of your past continued to seep into your present, it could be overwhelming. Yet, as more images became clear, the more you didn’t want to remember. Not if it meant seeing people die, feeling a fear in your heart that you had lost someone. Someone dear. 

You feared for the day you saw the image of losing the one that had somehow captured your heart, you didn’t want to remember seeing that person being taken from you. However, that might be. 

You shook your head, climbing to the highest point of the island, it was the only way to calm your mind as you looked out over the whole island. Your footsteps faltered as you saw another person in your spot. You heard him talking to himself, you knew the sound of sorrow and pain, you heard it enough in your dreams. You shifted wanting to give this man privacy, only for your foot to hit a rock alerting him to your presence. 

Howzer turned quickly, as years of combat trained him, he wiped the tears from his face, and looked at you. His eyes welled up with tears once again, his jaw dropped open as the blood rushed from his face. 

“Cyar’ika?”

“I’m sorry?” You offered, not understanding the word that came out of his mouth. “I’m sorry for disturbing you. I didn’t realize anyone was here.” You tried to placate the man who looked like he’d seen a ghost. 

“It can’t be… cyare, is that … really you?” He stepped forward, wondering if you were an apparition, the way your hair billowed in the wind, the way you clung to the shawl wrapped around your shoulders, the same colour as his armour. You couldn’t be real. There was no way you could be real. He saw you … he saw you sprawled on the floor of Ryloth’s red sand, he saw the blood seeping out of your head. He remembered hearing the blaster shot and seeing you drop… it wasn’t possible. 

“I … I don’t know who you think I am… but that’s not me … I’m not siare,” you tried your best to copy the pronunciation and failing, “or whatever.”

“No. It is you…” he stepped forward smiling. “Don’t you remember me?” The look on your face hadn’t moved; it was one of confusion and loss. 

“I’m sorry, I …”

“Howzer. My name. I’m Captain Howzer. We … we worked together on Ryloth.” He walked closer, not wanting to scare you, taking small steps like he would with a terrified animal. Your mouth opened and closed a number of times as you tried to answer. He tried to rack his brain on something that would help jog your memory, he held up his wrist and showed the bracelet, “This. Do you remember this? You made this for me. I told you that ‘you made my day a little less depressing’.” He pleaded doing his best to try to hold back, he wanted to shake you, to wake you up, to hold you in his arms. He thought he’d lost you and … yet, you were here. You were alive.

“I … I made that?” You looked at the intricately woven bracelet. “Okay,” you huffed out a laugh, “now I know you’re lying. I’m not that talented.”

“Oh but you are cyare, you’re talented, beautiful, intelligent, brave, caring. You’re so much … you’re everything. You have to know there’s no one I could love like I love you. I …” he held back from saying more as he watched your eyes widen at his declaration, “Sorry. I’m sorry. I know this is overwhelming, but … you … we. We were something special.” He swallowed softly.

You shook your head and turned away, “I’m sorry for your loss but you’re mistaken…”

“The colour!”

He cut you off, not wanting you to leave, he needed you to stay.

“What?” You turned back to him. 

“The colour of your shawl, the colour of your bag, the wrap around your wrist, that teal blue colour. It means more to you than you can understand, right? You look at that colour and you feel at home, at peace. Complete.”

“How…” You narrowed your eyes at him, “How could you know that?”

“Because you told me, that’s … the colour of my armour ...” He looked down at the one he was wearing, “not this one, obviously. But the one I had back on Ryloth. The one you helped me maintain and paint. You always said this colour, the teal blue, was home for you because it reminded you of me.”

He took a step forward as a tear slid down your cheek, he took it as a sign that he was getting through. “You would have nightmares at times, and the only thing that ever calmed you down was when I held you in my arms, and sang to you. I would sing the lullaby your mother used to sing to you as a child. You taught me that on our first date…”

You shook your head, “I don’t…” your voice trailed off as Howzer started singing, his voice soft and strong, reaching into your soul. A familiarity and a comfort settling deep within you as you listened to him sing. Each word, each syllable brought back another memory. You saw the image of the two of you laughing, joking as you laid in bed. Him tickling you as you teased him. The way he held you close, when you lost another good soldier. Each note carried another memory, another reminder of the past you had lost. 

Tears streamed down your face, as Howzer kept moving closer, his voice never failing as he gently reached his hand to cup your cheek and tenderly wiping the tears away. A gesture he’d done a million times before, he slowly and softly wrapped his arms around you as he kept singing. Your own arms wrapping around him, as you held him close. You closed your eyes and let the tears come.

“Howzer …” you said his name, not one with doubt, but with recognition. With remembering. With longing. 

He tightened his arms around you, and kissed your temple, “Yes, cyar’ika. I’m here. I found you.” You both stood on the highest peak of Pabu, holding each other as your past finally found you again.

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[kavecika]

M I M I

What a great request and a fantastic story! MY HEART—the drama it’s so juicy!

[firstofficerwiggles]

wiggles my love! congratulations on 1200 followers!!! you are a LIGHT and i’m so happy for you!!! if you’re still accepting these, i’d love a love letter from a star wars character!

may I please get a romantic letter (it can be spicy you’re feeling it) from boba fett? perhaps a love confession or an “im emotionally constipated and can’t verbalize my feelings so here’s a note” kind of thing?? up to you!

potential things to include: i’m a librarian and always have my head in a book. also: I often don’t realize it that someone’s flirting with me because of insecurities. I always just assume someone’s being nice. and finally, I always hum to myself.

again, congrats on your fantastic follower milestone! and thank you for posting this celebration!!! sending love ❤️

Thank you so much, sweetie!! I’m thinking what if this is happening with a younger Boba, maybe when he’s not quite as smooth with the ladies yet? He tries though, he definitely tries 😂

Hello mesh’la,

So, I happen to be headed to your part of the galaxy and I thought maybe if you’re not too busy we could get together. Maybe get a drink? Or get some dinner? Or maybe go for a walk or something? Anything you’d like, I want you to have fun so you can pick what we do. I’d just really like to see you, hear how you’re doing. I’d also like to tell you about my bounty hunting. It’s going pretty well, I think you’d be proud of me. Well, I should say, I hope you’d be proud of me. I’m catching lots of targets and making decent money. Definitely enough to take a pretty girl out on the town. You know, if you want. I know it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other but I think of you all the time. I like thinking about that cute way you concentrate when you’re reading, or the way you’re always humming some tune. It makes me smile. I know you probably get tons of guys asking you out, you’re so pretty, but I really hope you give me a chance. We’ve always had that spark between us, you know? I think that’s pretty special and not something that comes along every day. Besides then you can brag to your friends that you’re dating the hottest bounty hunter in the quadrant. I’ll even let you hold my blaster if you want. I know I’ll end up boring all my friends by telling them over and over how great you are, I probably talk about you too much already. But I won’t care at all if you say yes, how could I when I’ll be able to say I’m with the prettiest woman in the galaxy? 

Yours,

Boba

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[kavecika]

This was so cute!!!

[firstofficerwiggles]

Hey!! Congratulations on reaching 1200 followers! That's a great milestone, and you deserve them all. You're such a light in this fandom and I'm so happy to have crossed paths with you!

So, if I'm not too late, could I maybe get a soft, romantic letter from Crosshair? I think it would really make me swoon 💖

Thank you so much! I’m so happy to know you too 💕And of course you may have some soft, romantic Crosshair. He might be gruff on the outside, but for you he shows that tender side. I’m imagining that you have some type of job on Kamino so he gets to see you every time he’s back at base. 

My angel,

Thank you for the care package you tucked away for me in my gear. I managed to eat a few of the cookies before Wrecker saw them and gave me those annoying puppy dog eyes of his. You’ll be happy to know the whole squad enjoyed them. But what I didn’t show them was the beautiful pictures that you included. Those are just for me. I put one inside the chestplate of my armor so that you’ll always be with me, and the others are tacked up here in my bunk on the Marauder. There’s nothing better than seeing my pretty baby smiling down at me. Well, nothing better than being with you, of course. I am counting the days until we’re back on base and you can be in my arms again. I wish you could meet me there in the hanger with a big kiss, mostly because I just love kissing you, but also because it would make all those regs really jealous. I know how much they’d love it if a beauty like you ever looked their way, but lucky for me, you like ‘em extra tall and lanky. Don’t worry though, I know we still have to keep this quiet. I wouldn’t want to put you or your career in any type of trouble. We’ll make the most of our time together as we always do. Besides, I’ve found some great little hidden away spots where we can cuddle up and have a very nice time. Although maybe if you’re up for something a bit more daring, I did hear that Nala Se’s office has a very comfortable couch in it. Seriously though, I just want to spend some time alone with you. I love hearing your stories and just listening to your voice. And when you wrap those little arms around me and hold me tight, I feel as if I could take on the whole Separatist army alone. You’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met, and you’re the whole reason I keep fighting on. Because if I can make this galaxy just a little safer for you, then it will be worth it. Two more days, baby, until then I’ll just have to dream of you.

Yours,

Crosshair

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[kavecika]

This is so sweet and touching!❤️

[firstofficerwiggles]

You know what to do…….☠️ x 🦊

I leave it into your lovely hands….

I should have known this one was coming 😉 So Crosshair is on his way back to her after escaping from the Empire…

Kave,

Before I see you again, I want you to know that you were right. I should have listened to you all that time ago back on Kamino, begging me to go with you. I was convinced you would be the one to change your mind, that you would see that the Empire would value us both and we’d finally get the life we deserved. How wrong I was. I can only tell you, I’m sorry. I’m so very sorry. You don’t have to forgive me, I will understand if you don’t. I’ve done things, terrible things, things I regret, deeply, but there’s nothing I regret more than leaving you behind. I hate that my last memory of you is watching you there with tears streaming down your cheeks calling out to me. I was a fool and I turned my back on the one person who had promised to always love me. I didn’t deserve that love. I should have treasured it and realized the incredible gift you had bestowed on me. When I finally realized the truth, that I should have never left you, it was too late for me. When I was in that miserable cell, cold and in pain, it was thoughts of you that kept me sane. I kept thinking that if I could just see that crooked little grin, just watch those bright blue eyes light up, just hold my sweet, naughty fox one more time, then it would be worth it to stay alive. And now, through my own dumb luck, I’m on my way back to where you are. Maybe I’m stupid to hope that you might want to see me, but I do. Even if all you do is scream at me for being an idiot, I’ll take it, because being yelled at by you would still be paradise. Sweetness, if you could ever consider forgiving me, I promise I’ll be by your side until my final breath. I don’t belong anywhere else but there.

Yours,

Crosshair

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[kavecika]

This couldn’t have gone any better…. I love it!! Thank you!!❤️😍🦊 He said all the right things—he will be spared from the vibroblade upon his arrival!

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Congrats on your following!! You more than deserve the attention for the skill and care you put into your writing. It’s always lovely to read and see where things go— on that note—

I would like to request “The Angst TM“ or “Hurt/Comfort”

( Crosshair x Medic!reader )

30—"Someone get the medic. Get the medic!"

48 —"You're the stars to my galaxy, without you there is no light."

—🦊

Hello my lovely @kavecika

I hope things are going well for you. You're always in my thoughts, even if I don't have time to reach out. I went with the Angst, so I hope you love it, and thank you for the congratulations, that means a lot.

Love oo,

The Only Reason

Warning: medical procedure, angst, hurt, tears, I think that's it. If I miss any please let me know.

Italics - flashback

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Smoke surrounded you as you did your best to tie off a wound, it was never easy working the front lines, not during the GAR and especially not now as an Imperial medic. You didn’t even know if what you were doing was right, not the medical part, but staying with the Empire. 

Really the only reason you stayed was because of Crosshair, you couldn’t leave him. You’d never leave him. Not when his chip activated, not when he made the decision to abandon his brothers, not even when he became a killing machine for the Empire. He wasn’t the Crosshair you knew and loved, but you still couldn’t leave him. 

“Someone get the medic. Get the medic!”

Another shout for help, another injured soldier that you would have to do your best to take care of; force how you missed Crosshair. How you missed how he would hold you so tight, afraid that you would slip through his grasp, almost as though you would disappear if he didn’t hold you. 

You missed how his lips traced your jaw, memorizing your shape, your every outline in the comfort of your quarters. 

But it all changed, all because of that stupid chip, that stupid old prune who somehow felt he was entitled to become an Emperor. If you only had a chance to deal with him hand-to-hand, then there would be no Empire, no chip, no soldiers still dying. Dying from something as ridiculous as a war that was supposed to be over. You remember because there was a parade and a declaration saying the war was over, so … then why were you here trying to save another young man from dying. 

You fought back the tears, fought back the anger, the hatred, you just wanted to be home. To be in Crosshair’s arms again, to hear him call you his baar’ur’ika, his little medic. You wanted to be lying beside him as he chewed his toothpick, something he stopped doing when he joined the Imperial ranks. 

Somehow through the smoke, through the tears, you finished your duty, and saved one more life. The fighting seemed to have finished at least for now. You trudged your way slowly towards the med tent, you needed to wash your hands and look after the patients you sent earlier. 

You were almost there when you saw Crosshair standing there, his armour looked pristine, the black shining even in the moonlight. He stared at you, and you just stared right back at him. You wanted to run into his arms, you wanted to hold him, bury your face in the crook of his neck. God, how you wanted to feel his fingers in your hair. To feel his breath on his neck, but there was no reaction from him. 

Nothing. 

There was nothing but him just standing guard. 

“Something you need, medic?”

The way he spat out the word medic, the way he just stared, it was all too much. Tears welled up in your eyes as you swallowed the lump in your throat back. He wasn’t your Crosshair, regardless of the fact you stayed for him, you followed him wherever he went, he wasn’t yours anymore. 

You simply shook your head, and walked into the tent. 

Why? Why did it have to be him? Why did you have to lose the one bright star in your life, that one shining, brilliant, spot in your miserable, dreary life? You gripped the field sink that had been set up and fought back the tears, fought back the misery. He was alive, regardless of everything else. He was here. He was alive, and maybe one day, somehow you’d be able to bring him back to you. 

Crosshair walked into the med tent and watched you, it’s all he could do. How could he possibly reach out to you? How could he do anything to comfort you? You were here because of him, when he tried his hardest to get you to leave you didn’t. So he did the next best thing, he distanced himself, he needed to save you even if that meant he had to break his promise to never leave you. His heart broke seeing you on the verge of breaking down, but if he intervened now, all the pain and hurt he caused you would’ve been for nothing. This was how he could save you, how he could keep you alive. 

He exited the tent, you none the wiser he’d even been there. 

You closed your eyes as a tear slid down your cheek, all you could think about was the last time you two were together, how he looked at you. How his fingers gently caressed the side of your face, the smile on his face as he declared his love to you, in the most perfect way possible.

“You’re the stars to my galaxy, without you there is no light” Crosshair smiled, “I mean it baar’ur’ika, you are my everything. If you’re not by my side, I wouldn’t even know what life is. I love you.”

Your trembling hand cupped his cheek as you smiled tears of joy, “I love you, my beautiful sniper.”

“I have a bad feeling about this next mission, just … just promise me, you’ll never stop loving me.” He pleaded as though his very life depended on your answer, he turned his head, kissing your palm, and holding it to his face.

“I promise. I’ll love you until I have no breath left in me. I may be the stars to your galaxy, but you’re the reason I even exist. Without you, I’d have no reason to live.”

“No you would, because you promised me all those months ago, you’d never stop living. So you’re not allowed to stop, even if I’m gone. I need you to keep going. For me.” He pressed another kiss to your palm, “Promise me?”

You simply nodded as you pulled him close, kissing his lips, “I promise. I promise to always love you and to never give up living.”

“I love you”

It was all that was said that night, as he held you so close. And now, he wouldn’t even dare to stand next to you, much less acknowledge your presence. You pulled yourself together, washed your face, and focused on the next soldier that needed you. 

As you moved to your next patient, you vowed you would find a way to bring Crosshair back to you. Someway or in some form, you’d find the Crosshair you knew and loved.

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MIMI — You majestic creature, when I tell you delivered you SERVED instead!

This absolute PERFECT , this means so much how you nailed it…

If only you could’ve heard me squeal at “little medic -baar’ur’ika!”

And going with that flashback!??

Thank you — I loved everything word of this and will cherish it much love and hugs❤️❤️😍