Krennic x Reader : Perfect
Y/N was obviously nervous, it was the fourth time she had ironed her uniform within just a few hours. She wanted everything to be perfect for Tarkins inspection. It wasn’t her his inspections always put (Y/N) on edge, he’s an important man and would be deciding just what she would be working on for the rest of the year. And Y/N liked her schedule the way it was, changing it now would just be too uncomfortable.
She was starting her fifth wrinkle check when the doorbell buzzed. Y/N jumped. Tarkin must have gotten here early, of course. She busted into the bathroom trying to slip into her uniform as quickly as possible and threw her hair in a hat. This was just what she was afraid of. A mess. She heard the front door swoosh open.
Trying and failing at an attempt of grace, Y/N barged out of the bathroom.
She was cut off when she ran right into someone’s chest, their white shirt blinding her momentarily.
Krennic tried to stifle his laugh. It wasn’t Tarkin after all, but the Director who looked down at the girl hanging off of him. "You’re very lucky it was me Y/l/n. Tarkin would have you working with garbage by now."
"Not funny” Y/N groaned, smacking his chest. “What are you doing here?”
Krennic roamed the room, swiping his gloved fingers over each counter as he moved along. “ Making sure you didn’t do-” He motioned up and to y/n, “that.” In reply, she removed her hat, letting her hair fall from it. Krennic sighed and appreciated her beauty for a moment. But It was clear Y/N was upset and he wanted to change the subject. He noticed his gloves didn’t pick up a speck of dirt “It’s very clean in here.”
Y/N sat down on her bed and let out a small laugh. “Guess OCD comes in handy sometimes.” Orson smiled, she always put things off like this.
Krennic sat with her for a moment, letting a silence pass before he decided he needed to address something. Swiftly, he grasped her hand.
He was stern, and an urgency stood behind his words that captured Y/Ns attention.
“Don’t worry so much. You are powerful ok? You’re strong. Show him that.” Krennics eyes pierced her, they were serious and hard. If she were anyone else she’d have thought he was mad. He waited for an answer. Instead Y/N cupped his cheeks and kissed him. It was almost an impulse, but it was all she could do to convey her understanding. She pulled away.
“I know Krennic. Why obsess on making everything perfect when it already is?
