hii👋 i won't request anything, i just wanted to ask how are you feeling, and if you're writing something now? should i prepare myself for something ❤️💕
ahh hi! thanks for checking in! i’m doing ok, i’m pretty exhausted because of work and other things. but yes! there are some things in the works! i’m hoping to have something out this week so keep an eye out 👀
summary — it’s been a while since you’ve gotten good sleep. the ghost crew is starting to see those effects.
warnings — gn!reader, absolute fluff
requested by — anon <3
SLEEP WAS EVADING YOU. this wasn’t the first night that you laid there, tossing and turning. your eyes met the ceiling, begging yourself to sleep. was it how quiet it was? maybe. you weren’t used to the quiet, not with how used to you were to loud noises and explosions. that was war.
you saw the beginnings of light peak under your door, and you ran your hands down your face. you and the ghost crew found a home on lothal, especially since the war since ended.
it didn’t mean that the nightmares didn’t stop. it didn’t mean that life all of a sudden got easier.
you rolled off of your cot, your back aching as you settled your feet onto the hard flooring of your room. it wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing. you slipped into something more presentable, stretching your aching limbs as you did so. you needed caf, desperately.
you walked out of your room, the light of the hallway blinding you as you made your way down the hallway of the building you called home. the other members of the ghost crew resided there, as well as some other ex-rebellion fighters.
“good morning!” a too-happy chirp came from ezra, who peaked out of his room. he noticed the bags under your eyes, the lack of energy you had. you’d looked like that for the past few days. yesterday you were hyped up, and today you were obviously not.
“not in the mood, ezra,” you grumbled as you walked into the kitchen, grabbed the pot of freshly made caf and a mug.
“sorry,” he shrugged as he followed you into the kitchen, watching as you drank the caf straight, without anything in it, “since when do you drink straight caf?”
“since i can’t seem to get some sleep,” you gave a tight-lipped smile as you took a sip. ezra looked at you, surprised. he didn’t know how he didn’t see it earlier.
“why aren’t you sleeping?”
“i think it’s too quiet,” you admitted, leaning against the counter. it was just the two of you in there, the coolness of the room biting at your skin.
“being in a war your whole life makes you forget how nice the quiet is,” he agreed. he knew what it was like, sleeping after the war. he didn’t get much of it until he got used to it. his heart hurt upon the realization that you were having a hard time adjusting.
“yeah…did you about the excavations the rebellion is doing?”
“no,”
“yeah it’s pretty cool. there’s a lot of history behind it. apparently they’ve found this really cool artifact, which by the way dates back all the way to the clone wars,”
“oh really?” he watched you, crossing his arms and leaning back against the counter. he liked watching you geek out, tell him facts about some obscure part of history or something related. he always learned something from you.
“it’s cool. i want to ask ahsoka about it and see if she remembers — hey hera, did you get my report last night?” you interrupted yourself upon the arrival of hera, who looked at tired as everyone else was.
“i did, thanks,” she hummed as she poured herself a cup of caf.
“good, let me know if i need to fix anything. anyways, i was going to ask ahsoka if she remembered it, which reminds me that i have to send a message to someone about something,” you felt the connections in your brain loosening, which altered your ability to focus on one thing at a time. multitasking wasn’t exactly your strong suit.
“who do you need to send a message to?” ezra asked. surprisingly, he never got whiplash whenever you’d switch up the topics of conversation like that. he was used to it, and honestly he liked it. he thought it was adorable, yet he knew that’s not how you felt. he knew you felt like your mind was melting.
“i don’t remember…” you trailed off, losing yourself in your reflection in your cup of caf. your brain hurt, you were exhausted, and you needed some sleep. ezra softly removed the cup from your hands, settling it on the counter.
“you need sleep,” you softly told you.
“i know but i can’t,”
“i can help you,”
“how?” your hands slapped against your thighs in frustration.
“we jedi have this thing called the force and it can help put you to sleep,” he replied, causing you to smack his arm for how smart he was being.
“can you actually do that?” you asked him, a hopeful glint in your eyes. he chuckled, taking your hand in his and leading you to your bedroom.
“yeah, it’s pretty cool actually,” he hummed as you reached your room. you laid down, ezra sitting next to you. you curled up with your blankets, ezra’s warm hand covering your forehead. you felt the soft pull of sleep, pulling you deeper into its embrace.
“sleep well, y/n,” ezra hummed as your eyes closed, falling asleep.
hehe i hope you enjoy anon! sorry it took me so long and i’m sorry if it doesn’t exactly fit your request, but we still got some cute ezra fluff.
can you write anakin x female sith reader, when it's this moment when he fought obi wan on mustafar and he burned, and you find him and you have healing powers so you heal him back and kiss him or something (i don't know it's up to you)
hello i hope you're doing good 😊 i wanted to request for anakin x sith reader when she used to be his friend in the past and it was always her or padme and they never liked each other because of that, and also they were so different by personalities and all, because padme was always this gentle, good soul, and reader was always mean and sarcastic 90% of the time. and when anakin chose padme, reader had so much hatred for padme and everyone else that she finally turned to dark side and she's now this cruel killer (she obviously wants to kill padme). and when reader's gone anakin realizes that it was always reader who he loved and when he turns to dark side he goes to her to tell her that and they become a couple, kiss, make out, and live together 😂
some juicy stuff we got going on here 👀 i love it and i shall try my hardest for you anon 🫡
I’m begging for rebels era Ezra fluff where the reader is totally sleep deprived and rambling about the most random things (maybe she has hyper fixations but also adhd so she can switch from topic to topic quickly) and Ezra thinks it’s adorable and tries to get them to go to sleep 😭🙏
stop this is absolutely adorable. i also ramble when i’m sleep deprived hehe
summary — you were friends before the darkside enticed you. you meet again and are forced to come to terms with reality.
warnings — sith!fem!reader, fluff, mentions of violence, angst, jedi!anakin
requested by — anon <3
YOU REMEMBER IT SO CLEARLY, the day you let the dark side wrap its spindly fingers around your heart. you went from feeling powerless and insignificant to powerful and important. the pain that held residence in your soul was replaced by the soaring feeling of power. for a moment, you were unstoppable.
the jedi never fell to the hand of the chancellor, instead, he ran, escaping to a far-off planet to build his empire. he took you with him since you swore allegiance that day to the monster behind the curtain. as powerful and full as you felt, there was a void in your soul. before you accepted the dark side, you and anakin skywalker were friends. you trained together and completed campaigns together. except he was the chosen one, the one who was believed to destroy the sith. he was kind, and fearless, but had a gentle touch. you loved him, and it brought about your downfall.
you’ve had many encounters with your old friend since that day. lightsaber duels, harsh words, even barely missing each other whenever you were both on the same planet.
you were on the same planet now, and you were saber locked with the handsome jedi in front of you.
his saber was a bright blue against your angry red. your eyes bore into his, attempting to read his mind, get into his head a little, but you knew anakin. you knew he spent a long time putting up mental blocks so his mind couldn’t be read, you knew that he prided himself in the ability to ward off attacks on the mind. he was a strong warrior, but so were you.
“give up, skywalker, we all know you almost did,” your voice comes out as a hiss, pushing him off of you. you watched as he took a step back, and in that moment of vulnerability, you swung towards him, capturing his saber in another lock.
“i wasn’t the one who fell,” he seethed, using all of his strength to stay upright. he wouldn’t deny it; you’d gotten stronger. your hands wrung your saber as you bore down on him, your pain and your hatred a driving force for your duel. he hated to see it, he hated how much pain you were in and he didn’t even know it. you were right, though, anakin was tempted by the pleasures of the dark side, but he didn’t fall into them. you did, and his heart broke for you.
your sabers separated again, and you engaged in more of a duel. the loud crashing of sabers filled your head, pushing you forward. your steps were deliberate, filled with menace and malice. his were light, intent, and defensive in every step he took. your expression was wrung into anger and confusion, pain swimming in your eyes. memories flooded your mind as you swung at anakin, anger making your moves sloppy and predictable.
anakin swung, his saber crashing down on top of yours. you stumbled, losing your footing. you wouldn’t be seen as weak, you couldn’t. you pushed back, arms straining as you fought. you gritted your teeth, hissing through them as anakin’s strength prevailed.
“i don’t want to hurt you, y/n,” his voice came through like a whispering wind, warm and comforting. it was supposed to be inviting, and for a time it was, but times changed. you had changed.
“i don’t believe you,” you seethed. anakin bared his teeth, pushing you down. he wished he had the power to change fate, but he didn’t. no one did. your footing slipped, and you cast a glance down. fighting on the edge of a cliff wasn’t the best idea, especially when the depths below were welcoming you, beckoning you closer.
you answered that call once before.
you managed to gain your footing, only in time for anakin to crash his saber against yours, sending you backwards. the wind whipped around you, and with a final pull, you used the force to bring anakin with you. if you were going down, he was too. your heart was thudding in your ears, fear taking over your body. you watched as anakin fell, his expression laced with fear. he looked like a boy, someone who was vulnerable and needed to be cared for. in that moment, which you believed were your final moments, you caught a glimpse of what could have been. if you hadn’t fallen to the dark side, if you hadn’t fallen for the emperor’s tricks.
reality slammed into your chest, literally. your back slammed against the ground, knocking the wind out of you. as you choked on air, clawing at the air around you, you watched anakin hit the ground too. as breath filled your lungs again with a dramatic gasp, you gathered what little strength you had to sit up and look around. the night sky was littered with stars and two moons hung. a glow was cast on the beach, a whisper riding the wind across the sand. this was different. where were you?
“anakin?” you called out, panic rising in your tone. a very familiar tone, anakin would say. he looked around, the pain in his back spreading. he heard your voice, your tone flashing him back to a time where things were simpler. you were you, not contaminated by the dark side.
“i’m alive, thanks,” he stated, rolling onto his side. as he sat up, he watched you. he should be bitter, knowing your intent. you tried to kill him, taking him down with you.
you sat there in silence, your body relaxing into the sand. your eyes were cast out to the waters, watching as the glow of the moons rode the waves. it was mesmerizing and soothing, like ointment on a burn.
“why?” anakin asked you, bringing his eyes to look at you. your physical appearance changed, looking stronger and more menacing. your eyes weren’t the same beautiful color as they were before, instead an angry red color.
his question would haunt you for the rest of your life. you had your reasons and you thought they were good reasons.
“i had my reasons,” you stated plainly.
“what reasons? what was so important that you had to give up on the jedi and join him?” anakin argued, facing you now. he still sat away from you, making sure space was between you in case you got up and tried to kill him. again. he stunned you with his line of questioning; he made a valid point.
“i was powerless, anakin. my master died, and no one wanted to take up my training. so, i never finished it. no one believed i could do it, and i saw so many people die. my family was slaughtered, my friends, i couldn’t watch it anymore,” you started, the memories pooling to the surface, “he offered me a way to cope, and it sounded better than what i was getting,” you added softly.
anakin knew about the death of your master. it was a brutal death, he knew that. you never told him the details, explaining that ‘it was not a jedi’s role to dwell on the past.’
“what happened?” he asked you, scooting a little closer to you. so, you told him. you told him about grievous capturing you, about watching your master die in front of you, and about how you did absolutely nothing to help. it wasn’t like you could anyways; you were bound in chains.
anakin sat there, stunned. he’d heard the story, but he didn’t know you were the padawan left behind. he didn’t know that you dealt with the pain and guilt by yourself. he turned away from your eyes, looking down at the sand. he always hated sand, how it got everywhere, but it wasn’t the most important thing right now. he turned back to look at you, meeting your eyes. they weren’t an angry red color anymore, they were the beautiful hue they were before the dark side poisoned you. you were you again, at least getting there.
“i’m so sorry,” he whispered. he was right next to you now, and you could feel his body heat radiating off of him. he was warm, he always was. you sighed, letting your shoulders sag. the anger behind that day drove you for so long, the guilt ate you alive. you were tired, and whatever planet you were on was making you see that.
“i’ve let the guilt eat at me for too long,” you admitted. anakin watched with hope in his eyes, begging you to come home.
“we didn’t help,” he confessed. if he’d known, he’d try to. others did know, the council, his master, they all knew but didn’t help. he tried not to let his own anger kindle.
“no, but i didn’t say anything either,” you agreed. silence sat between you, the feeling of wanting more sitting in both of your chests. you wanted to go back, but would they take you? anakin wanted you to come home, but would you take his hand?
after a while, anakin stood up. he offered you his hand. you flicked your eyes from his hand to his eyes, seeing the kindness and warmth in them, traits that made you fall in love with him at the temple. you took his hand, and he helped you stand up.
“water looks nice,” he commented. you raised an eyebrow at him.
“what does that-” you were cut off by anakin running full speed at the ocean, you in tow. you’d be laughing if there wasn’t one small thing: you never learned how to swim. yes, they had swimming lessons at the temple and they were a part of your training, but it’s been a while and you didn’t do that well, to begin with.
“anakin, wait-” you called as the water hit your body. it was cold, washing over you and opening up your senses. it enveloped you, thrashing you around. fear rose in your chest as you were cast underwater, panic sitting in your stomach as air failed to reach your lungs. this was nature’s revenge, wasn’t it? you’ve committed atrocities for so long nature wanted to get even. you didn’t blame her, you weren’t the kindest to mother nature.
a hand grabbed the collar of your shirt and pulled you above the water. panic rose in anakin’s face as he watched you inhale, gasping for air. your hands softly closed around your throat, tears brimming your eyes as you tasted the sweet flavor of oxygen.
“i thought you could swim!” anakin said, pulling you both to shallower water.
“i never said that,” you snapped back, now freezing. your arms wrapped around yourself as you stood in thigh-deep water, watching as anakin recovered. he thought he lost you, for real too. he ran a hand through his wet curls, nodding as he came to a decision.
“then it’s time i teach you,” he stated. you gave him a look, raising your eyebrows and scoffing.
“no,”
“come on, y/n, it’s a life skill,” he teased. it felt natural, all of this. you felt like friends again, teasing each other after sparring sessions. you felt normal, and it filled you in all the right places. it’s what you’ve been missing.
“fine,” you agreed, not being able to help the smile on your face as you watched anakin pump his fist at his side. for the next hour, you think, he taught you how to swim. treading water, using your arms and your legs to propel you, and even how to control your breathing. it was the hardest when anakin’s hands were on your waist, helping keep you afloat whenever you’d falter.
after a while of practicing, you were finally able to swim on your own. as embarrassing as it felt, you didn’t feel judged by anakin. he’d tease you here and there, but it was normal.
“see? i told you you could do it,” anakin met you, a smirk growing on his face. you rolled your eyes as you treaded water with tired legs.
“yeah whatever,” you scoffed. you felt light, as if nothing could touch you. your eyes flicked over anakin, watching the glow of the moon reflect in his eyes, casting a beautiful hue to his skin. he was beautiful, he always was.
“what?” he asked softly.
“nothing,” you covered up, “let’s get back to the shore, i think we forgot we don’t know where we are,” you added. you found your way back to the sand, trudging up to where you were once sat. anakin followed behind you, sitting next to you.
“y/n,” he started. he looked over at you, sensing the turmoil in you. the light was pulling you back, he could see it. he wanted you to come back home, to come back to him. you turned to face him, your expression soft and inviting. there you were.
“i never thought you were helpless,” he commented, “i always thought you were strong, kind, and adaptable,” he finished. when he looked at you, he saw strength, he saw kindness, he saw someone struggling. his chest heaved with deep intakes of breath, realization settling in. his affection for you, his love for you, never subsided. even when you left, turning away from him and the light side.
you didn’t know what to say to him. you just looked at him, feeling your hard heart melt. you slowly took his hand, and with his other he caressed your face. warmth exploded in your face, stretching down your neck and your body. he’s always had this affect on you.
“can i kiss you?” he asked you. you were appalled, but you did want to. you wanted him to kiss you until your days were up.
“yes,” you answered simply, and as you finished saying the word, he pressed his lips to yours. he tasted of the ocean, of warmth. his lips fit against yours, pulling you in closer. you wanted to stay there forever, held by his lips and his arms, but you couldn’t. you pulled away, resting your forehead against his.
“come home,” he asked you, begged you. there was that tug again, the voice inside your head.
“ok,” you whispered, letting anakin pull you out of the depths of your own soul.
good golly this was a long one. i sort of deviated from the request a little (so sorry anon!!) but i hope you still enjoy! it’s been a minute since i’ve written a fic on here, but i hope it’s still worthy material LOL. enjoy!
hiii!!👋👋 can u write for Anakin (when he's still a jedi but he's already tempted to be a sith) x sith!fem!reader. Anakin and reader knew each other for a long time because they always fought each other in fights and they both somehow grew to fall in love with each other (but obviously they don't know that). and one time they were fighting on some planet and they fell into some hole that transported them into some different planet no one knew about. and they try to get out of this planet and one evening they talk about life and all and Anakin somehow discovers that reader can't swim, and he decides to teach her how to swim. and he does and reader nearly drowns, but he saves her🥺❤️and they somehow confess and make out
I HOPE U KNOW WHAT I MEAN, I'M SORRY IT'S SO LONG
I LOVE IT! thank you so much! i do know what you mean lol.
summary — what soft mornings look like with some of our favorite troopers
warnings — painstakingly soft, gn!reader, some cheeky moments with cody, might be a part 2
note — UH YEAH ITS BEEN A MINUTE HI! this won the poll so it’s FINALLY out. sorry if it sucks…pls enjoy!
arc trooper fives
shore leave with fives is not short of fun
but there’s also moments where the two of you just need to relax together
you’re sipping a cup of caf one morning, reading something on your datapad when fives walks in, his hair tousled which is coupled with the grey sweatpants
aka he’s lookin fine af
he sits down next to you on the couch, and you watch him as he settles his head on your shoulder
fives is clingy, but especially in the mornings
you set your datapad down on your lap, and with your free hand your buried your fingers into his hair and massaged his scalp.
which earned you several grunts and moans from fives
“you’re a mess,” you would tell him, and he’d only bring himself closer to you, wrapping his arms around your middle.
“but i’m your mess,” he’d look up at you with the biggest brown eyes full of love and ugh
once that man gets caf in his system though it’s over
captain rex
due to unpopular belief, rex is not a morning person
like he would rather be stuck in bed, curled up with a blanket than be anywhere else
so when he is on shore leave, the bed is his best friend
not that you would be complaining
the sun would be peaking through the curtains, brushing against his skin, casting shadows on his muscles.
aka he looks ethereal
you sit yourself on your elbows, running a hand over his back and leaning over to press kisses between his shoulder blades
rex just groans, not wanting to wake up and face the day, but also the feeling of your touch is sending him through the roof.
“good morning, my love,” you would hum in between kisses to his shoulder blades
“mornin’,” he mumbled back.
aka an absolute softie
mornings with rex are always soft, always warm, and always safe
rex has never felt safer whenever he’s with you on shore leave
captain howzer
now this man, THIS MAN, is a morning person and boy does it show
he loves getting up before you when he’s on shore leave, making you breakfast and a hot cup of caf
he loves the quiet mornings despite how rare they are
you’d get up after feeling his lack of being there, following the smell of breakfast
you’d wander into the kitchen, find howzer standing with his back to you
shirt off ofc
you’d wrap your arms around his middle and rest your cheek between his shoulder blades
a very sweet and very warm moment for the both of you.
the feeling of your arms around him secures him in place, it tells him he’s ok.
you’re his safe place
“smells absolutely amazing,” you hummed, earning a deep chuckle from howzer
“glad it does, it means i’m not burning it,” he replied as he twisted his body to kiss you on top of your head.
howzer loves cooking, even if he’s not that great at it
you definitely teach him
mornings with howzer are soft, but be ready because the slowness to the morning doesn’t last long with him
commander cody
if there’s anyone out of this bunch who’s cheeky in the mornings it’s cody
but he has his soft moments too
he doesn’t stay in one position all night, he’s definitely one who will fall asleep one way and wake up another.
he wakes up first, and when he sees you’re still asleep?
he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever
he’ll watch you for a bit before he brings you closer to him, wrapping you in his arms
you would slowly wake up, but would melt right back into his touch.
it would be all soft, cody running his fingers up and down your back
and then he’d start kissing your neck
“cody!” you would squeal out in surprise
“what? you’re my breakfast,” he’d say casually
“whatever, lover boy,” you would blush.
his hands would roam, but they would respectfully
he never would do anything you weren’t comfortable with
so, mornings with him were always a little cheeky, but always soft and warm
commander wolffe
wolffe isn’t used to being on shore leave, no matter how many times he’d done it
but for some reason whenever he started dating you he eased up
clearly there’s an obvious reason
mornings are rough for him
he’s up early, sitting in the living room, with his sweats on and a hot cup of caf in his hands
mind you it’s not even light out
but you feel an absence without him, so you crawl out of bed and wander into the living room
“hun?” you softly called to him, and he turned his head to face you
wolffe definitely doesn’t get good sleep
so, when he sees you wander into the living room, his shoulders sag and he relaxes.
“couldn’t sleep, so just came out here,”
you sit yourself in his lap, and he absolutely loves it
he loves you being close to him; it helps him relax and it does help him sleep
the two of you would sit there, in silence, and wolffe would focus on you and your presence
you’re his grounding point, and no matter how quickly sleep evades him, you always manage to help him rope it in
commander fox
we all know that fox isn’t a morning person. like, at all.
when he gets a chance to sleep in, much less sleep at all, he’s sleeps HARD
fox is also a cuddle bug, fight me
like he wants to be close to you, but he doesn’t want nor like anyone knowing that about him
mornings with him are always started with him refusing to wake up
“we’ve got to get up, my love,” you’d groan, trying to wiggle out of the tight grasp he had you in
“i’m off, no we don’t,” he’d mumble into your neck, causing shivers to crawl down your body.
so you would lay there, your fingers threading through fox’s curls
he’d feel the safest with you, he’d feel seen by you, and those two things were the most important things to him, besides you of course
“what if i make you breakfast and caf?” you hum into his ear
now, that gets him going
“i’ll get up for that, especially since you’re making it,” he lifted his head out of the crook of your neck and kissed you
you’d end up laying there still, by the way
probably end up falling back asleep because who wouldn’t want to cuddle fox and tell him he’s gonna be ok
warnings — gn!jedi!reader, reader is obi-wan’s child, there's some major angst oops, some fluff at the end!
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆. ever since the war ended, the heaviness on your chest hasn’t subsided. the grief over the loss of so many at the same time was weighing you down. luckily, the empire’s rise to power kept you busy enough.
as you sat at a table overlooking the ocean that surrounded pabu, the blend of oranges and purples pulled you into a trance. as the sun set, you felt lonely. your father was dead, your master was dead, and you barely made it out alive. everyone you loved was dead.
the realization choked you.
you shakily inhaled as tears burned your eyes. your heart twisted as you withheld sobs. pabu was a place of refuge; you didn’t want to bog it down with your trauma. you couldn’t help it, though. finally being able to rest meant you remembered things you didn’t want to.
your father’s loving embrace.
your master’s proud smile.
your best friend’s terrible jokes.
your men’s courage.
your eyes stayed on the horizon as you heard someone approach you. you quickly wiped your eyes and turned to face sergeant hunter, who’s face looked a little more relaxed than usual.
“hey,” you greeted, hoping he didn’t catch the glint of tears in your eyes.
“hey,” he sat down next to you, offering a small smile. he noticed your eyes, the way they glistened with unshed tears. your cheeks were red too, but maybe that was just the reflection of the sunset.
“omega busying herself?” you inquired, sniffling. hunter leaned back, his arms resting on the table top.
“as always,” he answered, “you alright?”
“fine,” you assured him. despite being a jedi, you were a terrible liar. hunter knew that, but he didn’t need his enhanced senses to see how distressed you were.
“you’re lying,” he gently pointed out, watching your expression change. you didn’t want to talk about your feelings, especially since it would be more sobbing than talking. you’ve shoved your emotions down for so long for survival purposes, and you didn’t want to open that can of worms.
“maybe i am,” you respond, your eyes still angled towards the sunset.
“you need to talk about it,” he told you. he was sincere, genuine in his desire to help you. you, however, didn’t want to be helped.
“i’m fine, hunter,” you reiterated. with every nudge to talk, to tell him what you were feeling, irritation built in your gut. you knew that he could sense your unease, and you also knew that he wanted to help you feel better. he didn’t deserve the attitude that was brewing.
“y/n, you’re not, and stop saying you are,” he was growing irritated because he knew that the longer you bottled it up, the more explosive you’d be. he also just wanted you to be ok. he hated watching you battle your past silently.
“why? why do you care so much about how i feel?” you snapped, your posture illustrating just how tense you were. you were tied up and tense, and just one wrong word would set you off.
“because it’s affecting your health, y/n! it’s taking a toll on your body and all of us can see that,” he didn’t want to fight, he didn’t want to argue with you. he didn’t want any of this but he was too caught up in the moment, and he didn’t want the moment where he’d shut down to come any faster.
“i don’t need you to try and make me feel better! i can do it by myself,” you snapped, standing up and stepping away from him. your anger was coiling around your lungs, transforming into something stronger: grief.
“you’re not supposed to,” hunter watched as you turned away from him. his senses were in overdrive, and he wasn’t sure how much more of his own emotions he’d be able to regulate, but he wanted to help you.
“you have no idea what it’s like to watch your life fall all around you. to be hunted down by the thing you once called your best friend. to reach out into the force to find some semblance of comfort and instead you’re met with emptiness. you have no idea how it feels to lose everyone you love in the span of a few hours,” your voice started out raised, almost yelling at hunter, but the more you processed the words you were saying, the softer your voice got. grief laid between your heart and your lungs, suffocating you as you struggled to keep it together.
silence crept between you, inflating and creating an uncomfortable tension. you’ve never talked about order 66, only to say it was horrific and you didn’t want to look back. hunter stepped forwards as you hugged yourself, tears spilling from your eyes. you were supposed to have control over your emotions, to regulate them in order to have clear judgement. you weren’t taught how to grieve.
“y/n…” hunter’s voice was a whisper. he stepped towards you, laying a gentle hand on your shoulder. hunter knew loss, he knew fear, but he didn’t know the loss you felt. he’s never seen you break in such a fragile way.
“i miss them, hunter. i’m so alone,” you sniffle as you try to regain some composure. hunter shook his head as he fought through his own body, which screamed at him to step away, to wait. he took you into his arms, cradling the back of your head with one of his hands. he felt every emotion that was pouring out of you. he felt your grief, your anger, and your guilt.
“you’re not as alone as you think,” he hummed as he swayed you gently, trying to be the force that brings you some semblance of comfort after all this time.
hi hello i’m alive. here’s some angst that’s been sitting in my drafts for too long. pls enjoy hehe
summary — he gets injured during a mission and a confession is made…in a certain way
warnings — gn!jedi!reader, friends to lovers, fluff, mentions of wounds, kissy kissy
“𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋?” you pulled your hand away from his bare chest as he shifted again. the cuts and bruises on his chest weren’t terrible, but it was enough to need tending to.
“i’ve seen worse,” anakin challenged, shifting once more. his shifting wasn’t because of the pain, though that was part of it, it was also because he was half naked sitting in front of you.
“anakin, the entirety of the republic knows you have. they also know how terrible of a patient you are,” you bit back, using his stilled body to lightly press a bacta bandage over one of his larger cuts.
“what? i am not a terrible patient,” he insisted as he tensed at the bacta patch. you raised an eyebrow as he stiffened again.
“you’re proving them right with all of this squirming,” you huffed. you and anakin grew up together, trained together, even fought some campaigns together. you two were close, and this wasn’t the first time you’ve seen him shirtless. you didn’t know why he was squirming.
“whatever,” he huffed. his skin prickled with every touch of ointment and cold press of the cloth. you took thoughtful care of him, and he enjoyed watching you concentrate on his wounds. he didn’t know what was with him today. he usually sat pretty still, but he knew that he was talkative and stubborn. kix knew that firsthand.
something else stirred in anakin that day, though. the two of you just got back from fighting a campaign together on an outer rim planet, and that’s almost routine for you both. something else happened, though. something clicked as he watched you tend to your men and cut down droids. something clicked as he observed your exhausted expression, but still seeing the glow behind your eyes.
he was in love.
“you’ve gone uncharacteristically quiet,” you chirped as you continued patching him up. he exhaled as he looked down to survey your work. your touch still left fleeting tingles down his skin, more confirmation to the realization he had earlier.
"maybe because you're doing an awful job," he covered up his infatuation by insulting you. you shot him a look, eyebrow raised.
“you wanna do it yourself, flyboy?” you challenged him, the nickname leaving your tongue fluidly. while initially the nickname annoyed him, he grew to appreciate it. but only you could call him that.
“nope,” he happily answered, a boyish grin adorning his face. he watched as you rolled your eyes, your fingers carefully applying bacta pads to wounds and to bruises. you stayed concentrated, didn’t even budge when a piece of hair fell in front of your face.
he didn’t even think when he reached out and tucked that piece of hair behind your ear.
you flicked your eyes up to his, gazing into his beautiful blue eyes. anakin was always attractive, you’d always joke that he got too much attention, but he had yours now. his hand didn’t leave your face, instead his hand caressed your cheek. his fingers were calloused and rough, as you knew them to be, but against your skin they still sent shivers crawling down your spine.
what was this?
“can i help you?” you whispered, daring to break the silence. you didn’t move away from the warmth of his hand, but at the same time you were trying to restore some of the normalcy you had earlier.
“can you?” he asked in return, his eyes flicking to your lips. anakin’s always found you to be attractive, but in more ways than physical. you were gentle, but also a cunning warrior. you were intelligent, but still gave him a good laugh over inappropriate topics. you were kind, but still gave him a hard time when he definitely deserved it.
you straightened your back, but didn’t go anywhere. with a new boldness about you, you leaned forwards and captured his lips with yours. there was no thinking on his end, he immediately kissed you back. it was soft and gentle, your lips fitting together like two puzzle pieces. your heart swelled as you felt his hand cup your neck, bringing you closer. you broke the kiss to get comfortable, which for you meant situating yourself on his lap. you met his lips again, your arms loosely hanging around his neck. his hands moved down to your hips, holding you there.
he didn’t want this moment to end. the feelings of bliss, of finally finding the one thing he’s been looking for this whole time: you. you were his missing piece, his calm in the fire, his lighthouse in the storm. you were his rock, and he was utterly in love with you.
you broke the kiss, resting your forehead against his, playing with the curls at the nape of his neck.
“how long were you waiting to do that?” you teased him, earning a scoff and him pulling his head away.
“bold of you to assume i was waiting,” he chuckled as he looked at you, admiring you for another moment.
“i think it’s fair to assume that you were, anakin, remember, i can feel everything,”
“really? i didn’t know that,” he replied sarcastically and you playfully smacked his arm.
“ha ha,” you responded, going to climb off of his lap. he pulled you back.
“in all seriousness, though, i’d been waiting a long time,” he hummed, pulling in for another, more passionate, kiss.
hehe i posted two fics tonight (one on my main one here) so i’ll say that’s being productive. i hope you enjoy some anakin! for being such an anakin apologist i don’t write much for him…guess i need to change that. anyways, enjoy!
hi Karrde!!! Congratulations on 800, you deserve every single one and more 🤩 you’re so talented and a bright, bold member of our community. The way you care for your characters, and how amazing your OCs are just blows me away!
If I’ve made it in before 20, can I request a ficlet please?
Fox + “what did you think was going to happen?”
Congratulations again 💙💙
AHHHHH THANK YOU SEV!!! YOU ARE TOO KIND AND I AM JUST GRINNING LIKE A FIEND!! Seriously, thank you SO MUCH for the kind words! I'm glad I can make some positive contributions!
I struggled with this one for a bit, but had a sudden idea that I wound up liking A LOT. I hope you do too!
Pairing: Commander Fox x gn!Reader
Rating: T
Warnings: language, some suggestive themes, Fox telling jokes
Word Count: 1.5k words
Your heart thunders in your ears as you race down the alley, already leaping for the chain link fence that blocks off the end of it, fingers digging into the metal to pull yourself up and over. Heavy footfalls slap the pavement behind you, and you tuck and roll as the duracrete on the other side of the fence breaks your fall. You slam into a trash bin, skinning your knees and bruising your shoulders. You’re already pushing yourself to your feet when you see a switch just to the left of the fence.
Bingo.
You scramble over to it, slapping on the power, and you hear the electricity in the links hum to life, making them glow and effectively cutting off your pursuers. A red light comes on at the top of the fence, warning anyone around that it’s electrified now, and that they should only touch the fence at their own peril. You kick a half-eaten fruit that had tumbled from the trash bin at it, and it sizzles satisfyingly when it makes contact with the fence. You grin as the familiar voice of a Coruscant Guard echoes down the alley from the direction you came from.
“STOP!”
Three Corries skid to a halt on the opposite side of the fence.
“I think she’s activated it sir,” one of the troopers states.
He’s new.
“Oh, are you sure, Brick? Was the big fucking red light your first clue?” snarls the commander sarcastically, the telltale wings on his helmet glinting in the glow of the fence.
You extend your middle finger haughtily as you back away from the fence. “Eat shit, Thorn!” You can’t help but grin to yourself as you round the corner. You hear him swear through his vocoder as you trot out of view.
The bracelet that you’ve swiped off of one of the senators jingles in your pocket as you pull out the credit pouch you snatched off of her husband and begin tallying your score. You’re so absorbed in counting your credits that you don’t even notice the wall of red and white plastoid standing in front of you until you slam face-first into it. You fall backwards onto your ass, the credits bouncing across the pavement with a light tinkling noise as you stare up into the familiar visor of Commander Fox. His arms are crossed over his chest.
He sighs, muttering your name under his breath. You grin.
“Fancy meeting you here, Commander,” you tease.
“Not as fancy as that jewelry poking out of your pocket,” he growls.
“Oh this? I just picked this up for my uhhh grandmother. It’s her birthday tomorrow, and you know, she just loves her jewels," you lie, shoving the bracelet back in your pocket. He doesn’t move as he watches you clumsily try to scoop some of the credits back into the pouch.
“Am I to assume that credit pouch is for your grandmother also?”
“Yup. You know. In case she wants to get something else if the bracelet isn’t her style.”
“How nice of you to get it monogrammed for her with Senator Siil’s husband’s initials,” he says flatly.
You wince as you finally note the flowery Aurebesh branded into the leather. “Grandma’s a uh… big fan of his work. As a senator's husband.”
Fox leans down and offers you a hand, which you take. Like an idiot. He pulls you up before spinning you and pushing you against the wall, slapping a pair of binders on you. You tug at the restraints behind your back, shooting a glare over your shoulder.
“Oh, come on, Fox!”
He spins you around. “What did you think was going to happen? That I was going to pat you on the ass and let you wander off to shake more people down?”
You shrug, tongue poking between your teeth. “I mean, if you want to pat my ass, I wouldn’t be that opposed.”
You can’t see his eyes, but you can practically hear them rolling in their sockets beneath his bucket.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“And you find it endearing.”
He scoffs. “Not the word I’d choose.” His hand clamps around your forearm as he starts to guide you out of the winding network of alleys. You walk slowly, dragging your last moments of freedom out. You’ve always enjoyed your chats with Fox on the way back to the station anyway, at least before he books you on a petty crime and sends you to lockup for a week or two. You’re pretty sure he likes your interactions too, as much as he’ll deny it. But he isn’t rough with you, and he's not making any effort to rush your pace. That’s all just you speculating though; his bucket does a good job of hiding what he’s actually thinking, which you suspect is the point.
You walk in silence for a few minutes, and you feel his grip on your arm loosen slightly. He knows you won’t run; you know when you’re caught.
“So, Thorn’s gotten slower,” you note casually.
He huffs what you think might be a laugh. Hard to tell with the way the helmet's vocoder alters his voice.
“I’m serious," you insist. "Maybe tell him to lay off the beer and work more cardio into his routine.”
“I’ll be sure to pass your feedback along.”
“Was that a joke, Commander?”
“Been trying them out every now and then.”
You can’t help but snicker at that.
The silence resumes for a few more minutes, but this time, he’s the one to break it.
“Why do you always come here to pickpocket? You know we’re all over the place with all of the rich assholes walking around. The marks may be high-reward, but you can find plenty of Coruscant’s most wealthy in the lower levels, sleazing it up with less savory types. You'd probably have a better shot at getting away too.”
“Thanks for the tip,” you snipe. “I’ll be sure to keep it in mind for my future criminal endeavors.”
His grip on your arm tightens enough to stop you. “I’m serious,” he says, the exasperation in his voice clear. He shakes his head before raising his visor to look at you. “Look, things are starting to get a little more harsh up here. With the level of petty crime increasing as the war goes on and who it's impacting the most, there’s a push to start doling out harsher punishments. You’re going to land yourself more than a week in lock-up if you keep adding to your record. I’m talking years in prison.”
You wish you could see under his helmet right now. You’re studying his visor carefully, looking for any sign as to what’s led to this concern for your well-being.
“I like it up here,” you reply.
“Why?”
You shrug, trying to hide the heat in your cheeks. “I don’t know. Maybe I hope I’ll get to see more of a certain commander when he arrests me.”
“Thorn hates you, just so you know.”
“I’m not talking about–”
“I know. That was another joke.”
You stare at him blankly for a moment before you burst out laughing loudly. You could swear some of the tension leaves Fox’s shoulders as he watches you, his helmet tilting to one side.
“That’s good. You’re getting good, Fox.”
He nods, and you think he might be a little proud. His fingers flex nervously at his sides. “You said it was Thorn that lost you?”
“Yeah him and a couple of shinies. Why?”
You can see Fox considering something, something that makes him nervous, something wildly out of character for him. He reaches forward, spinning you to face away from him, and you feel the binders click loose. You bring your hands to your front, rubbing your wrists as you whirl to face the commander of the Coruscant Guard, who’s tucking his binders back on his belt.
“What the fuck are you doing?” you ask, completely gobsmacked.
He shrugs. “Thorn cheated at sabacc last week and still won’t own up to it. I like the idea of being able to hold this over his head and give him shit about it.”
“Won’t you get in trouble?”
“Only if you keep standing here talking to me.”
You grin, stepping forward and standing on tiptoe so that you can boldly place a kiss on his bucket. You pat the side of it as though it were his cheek. “Thanks, Fox.”
His hand catches yours as you step away. “If you really want to see more of me,” he says quietly, “just come to the 79s and ask me on a date. Less paperwork and binders involved that way.”
"But what if I like the binders?"
"I save those for at least the second date," he deadpans.
Heat flushes across your face at his offer. You poke a finger into his chest plate, trying to recover your footing with him. “Fine, but you’re buying.”
He tosses you the credit pouch, which you clumsily catch. “Nope. The Senator’s husband is. But I’d get rid of that monogrammed pouch.”
You playfully salute him. “Yes, sir.”
He nods again before turning on his heel, disappearing into Coruscant’s fading light.
Thanks for participating in my 800 Follower Celebration!
This is Carol (@clonethirstingisreal) - I can't ask from that account, hence the anon ask.
I saw your request for a first kiss prompt...
I'd love practically anything with Howzer!
Here are some options, but really whatever you would enjoy writing the most is what I'd like:
In my mind Howzer would be a little awkward at the beginning due to inexperience.
maybe one is awkward enough to the point where they're like "what the hell do i do with my hands?!" (picturing that with Howzer being the awkward one...maybe that could be combined with the hands on the waist...like they move his hand or hands to their waist when it's obvious he hasn't a clue where to put them...I don't know, I'm just spitballin' here.)
or
the uncontrollable smile they break into either after or during the kiss itself
or
awkward giggles right after
Honestly, whatever you want to write with Howzer would be fantastic! And only if you're feeling it. Absolutely no pressure!!!
Hello there @clonethirstingisreal! I thank you for sending these in! I went for What the hell I do with my hands!? ! It was truly calling for me anyway, and I had the most perfect idea! Howzer also misbehaved but not by not wanting to be written like Fives. No! HE WANTED TO BREAK CONTAINMENT!
the rex esque boys really like doing that huh
Pairing: Howzer x F!Reader
Genre: Fluff/First Kiss
Words: 2,100
Warnings: None
Setting: Early S3 of The Clone Wars
Characters Mentioned: Suarve (OC), Damnata (OC)
Notes: Howzer is such a cutie awkward bean here! But also very Howzer! I think!?
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Masterlists: x reader, oc x canon , 210th Squad (plus OC x OC) Summary: Howzer just wants to see you when he's come back from a mission. You spot him.
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Howzer leaned against the door frame. His arms were folded nonchalantly and his left leg crossed over his right casually. He, to anyone else, would have worn a blank expression, just staring at a wall. But his expression wasn’t blank, although slight, and he was not staring at a wall.
He wasn’t staring at all.
Instead, he was watching you. Thinking. Hoping, in some ways, that you would notice him to put him out of his misery of internal bickering: does he alert you to his presence? Of course, he should. That’s polite. But does he clear his throat? Does he speak? Does he approach quietly? With you so busy with the analysis of fauna and robolotomy tasks, it would be rude to interrupt. Unlike his brothers, who were always aware, he wasn’t sure how aware you were. He didn’t want to scare you…
He could always come back in a few minutes. Or an hour? Right? You’d finish eventually, and as much as he wanted to hear your voice, as wonderful as it was he would hear it again soon. It was the most polite thing to do, in case you saw him looking at you with wondrous fondness.
Howzer lowered his arms and turned his back as he began to walk away.
Yes, he thought, I’ll hear you later.
“Howzer?”
Kriff. He stilled. His eyes were wide enough that he was glad he wasn’t facing you because he was certain he would end up with a raging blush if you saw. It was commonplace for him now to know he would. He’d catch himself watching you laugh or trying to hide a giggle, and he’d go red-faced. He’d catch you trying to hide your own staring gaze at him and try to hide, with a clear of the throat and a sip of water, when he caught you. He’d find himself locked in a small moment where gazes met, his breath caught in his throat, and feel such a deep connection with you he’d need a moment to refocus.
Lieutenant Damnata seemed to find it worthy of a gentle tease. Suarve may have dropped it before Howzer was promoted to Captain; when he was trying not to aggravate fresh burns after blowing up something or other to defend the base from a Sepperatist ambush (though his memory was still fuzzy). And you…
You have acted differently since. And not in a bad way.
“Sir?”
Realising where he was, he cleared his throat, took a breath to return to hiding, and turned to face you with a familiar, friendly smile. “I’m sorry if I disturbed you.”
“You didn’t.” Your smile was… wider towards him since then. Or, well, maybe not wider per se, but… relieved? Yes… Relieved. You had seemed reasonably glad he survived his near sacrifice, which he was surprised at. Well, he wasn’t because you were always relieved when someone survived, but he was because… most civilians from Coruscant he had heard about frankly… didn’t.
He had half expected the relief to go by now, but it never left. And it had been two months.
“I… didn’t?” He cleared his throat again and his back straightened unnaturally. Too straight! “I mean,” he forced himself to relax, “I’m glad. That I didn’t.”
You laughed. Well, more of a giggle, really, but he enjoyed it. He loved it, actually… It wasn’t like he, as a clone, was allowed to love much at all aside from his brothers. But he could openly love your laugh. He could openly love your smile. He could openly love things about you…
Just not you.
And he wanted to.
You gestured him into the room with a tilt of your head, and Howzer was more than willing to.
“I’m late for supper again, I know, but you normally don’t come to find me personally.” Howzer didn’t reply at first. To think that you thought he only came to you when you were late for something made his brows furrow and pinch together softly in concern and faint hurt. “You… did come here to make sure I still lived, right?”
“That wasn’t the main reason, no…” He spoke slowly on purpose, careful and steady. Thinking as he let them leave him. “I haven’t seen you in a few days, and couldn’t comm you behind enemy lines.”
You wore your surprise well, and then you cursed under your breath. “You came back today?”
Howzer laughed to hide the wryness of mirth. The question, he understood, wasn’t supposed to sound annoyed at him. “Apparently so. If my presence here means what I think it does.”
He may have been a clone, and he may not be an ALPHA, but he wasn’t an idiot. He had noticed that, whilst he chose to stand with some distance between the two of you (not enough to be distant, just enough to be seen as friendly or casual), you had closed it. When he chose to sneak glances at you after catching you staring, he saw the redness on his cheeks. And sometimes, he was positive you were flirting with him.
But he wasn’t arrogant enough to assume you were, either, and neither asked if you were or responded as if you were. Perhaps it made people think him oblivious, but he wasn’t.
On the contrary.
“I’m sorry, Howzer.” You were also the only civilian working in the GAR who dropped his rank, intentional or not, when he wasn’t giving you orders. “I planned to see you, but I must have been so caught up with trying to get these reports and experiments up and running that I–”
“It’s alright, mesh’la.” The term of endearment came from his lips without warning, so used to calling you that in his own mind, and he internally hoped it went unnoticed. But, judging by your confusion it… had not. “I arrived within the last hour.”
It was less than that. Fifteen minutes at least – twenty at most. He didn’t want to say it. He didn’t want to seem desperate, or risk your job, or risk letting his brothers down, or–
“What’s it mean?” Howzer hummed in surprised at your question. You looked at him, and by the force he thought your expression, the way your brows lightly pinched at the front in thought, was so endearing he almost forgot he was supposed to be listening. “Mesh’la.”
He hoped you hadn’t that. As always, when it came to you, however, you noticed the things he didn’t want to be noticed.
He felt his cheeks warm. “It means ‘beautiful’...”
Howzer expected you to run. It would be smarter to do that. Instead, you title your head toward your shoulder with a playful, but bashful, smile. “And you… called me beautiful?”
He rubbed the back of his neck and averted his gaze to one side shyly. “I don’t… I don’t see anyone other than you in here to call that. And even if there was, you would – I would…. I’d still…” He closed his left eye to cringe at how his words came “I’d still only call you beautiful because you are. To me. I mean, you’re beautiful me. To me” You startled to giggle the way he liked, “I was meant to say… Um…”
He blinked at you and smiled at the way your eyes met his with nothing but an affection that made his knees want to perish. He enjoyed it when you laughed or smiled at something he said, though to have it at his expense was… both embarrassing and somehow relieving.
He supposed, in many ways, the relief came from loving you in just as many forms. But the one he loved you most as, he could not have you with.
And, well, you looked bashful, too. As much as he felt. That helped. He guessed.
It was new to him. All of these things. They’d been ensnaring him for months, but it was still the first time he had loved someone the way he loved you. Maybe if he was allowed to be a child, with parents that loved him, he would have done. Maybe, if he weren’t a soldier on the front lines and just a mechanic in the hangars, he would have done. But then… he wouldn’t have met you. And he wouldn’t love you. It would be another Howzer. A different Howzer. And if he wasn’t on Ryloth and instead a mechanic, his name wouldn’t be Howzer at all.
Maybe it would be Tongs, or Solder, or something, and he wouldn’t have the same personality.
And that terrified him.
Here, he was Howzer. He was himself. And you were reflected in his eyes; your concern and worry, and the way you held his cheeks after he was bandaged, were in his memory. Not in another Howzer’s.
“You really think that I’m beautiful?”
“Yes.” He replied without hesitation. “I do. Deeply.”
You hummed in thought, tilted your head, and then you half smirked but not with confidence, more… courage. “Is there a word for handsome in Mando’a?”
“No. Not that we were ever made aware of.” He watched you come closer. Saliva built in his throat as his nerves grew. He cleared his throat, swallowed thickly, and tried his best to ignore the heat that spread across his face and back. “I’ve not seen it in any dictionaries when I was learning, but… we.. um..” His eyes went wide as your hands worked up his chest plate, not minding the grime of the last few days. “We weren’t taught above love, as soldiers and…”
Your fingertips were warm on his jaw, tracing the outline of his healed scars. Howzer’s words died in his throat, replaced by silence of thought except for your touch on his skin and how you were so close to him he almost forgot his lungs existed.
Force he didn’t want your hand to leave.
“Mesh’la.” You whispered softly, testing out the sound.
“Huh?”
“You. You’re mesh’la to me, too.” His eyes shot wide and your hands moved to his cheeks. “And, no, your brothers don’t look as charming as you.”
Howzer allowed his face to relax, but he couldn’t help but not believe your words. Afterall, he was…
He was fodder.
“There’s Commander Cody of the 212th. Everyone likes him.” His eyes looked to the wall. “ And Captain Rex, he’s oblivious to the attention. Fox and Wolffe are two–”
You pressed an index finger to his lips to quiet him. To force him to look at you. ”Howzer,” his heart pounded so loudly within his chest the only thing blocking it from you was his battle-scarred armour, for your breath grazed his lips so sweetly as you spoke his name his back shivered. “They’re not you.”
Howzer had no time to say anything before he felt your lips against his. His eyes were wide and all thoughts ran from his mind in favour of momentary confusion, where he did not realise you were kissing him whilst knowing you were. A moment of not knowing how to respond before, slowly, allowing his eyes to close and follow his movements.
His arms hung at his sides, stiff and uncertain, there but wanting to move without knowing where or how. What was right or wrong. What was polite or not. He knew he wanted to cup your face the way you were holding his. He knew he wanted to pull you close. He knew he wanted to cradle your jaw and feel your heat beating like his was. But did you want him to? Was that a step too far?
Of course, kissing you back was a step too far according to regs. But was having his hands all on you the way they wanted to, mapping you and holding you and visibly making himself a willing and ardent participant, a step too far?
What do I do with my hands? The question persisted in his thoughts, but you knew what you wanted.
You knew you wanted his hands.
When you took his, he was momentarily saddened to feel your hands gone from his cheeks. But the moment your fingers curved around the sides of his hands and pulled them to your waist, Howzer sighed through his nose: a release of nerves he did not realise he held.
He held you tighter. He pulled you closer. He parted from your lips for but a moment to take a breath before returning to your lips, more aware and confident in his yearning, and allowed himself to fall into the hands of risk and fate.
summary — a mission unlocks memories in your brain you’d rather forget. tech helps, in his own way.
warnings — gn!reader, angst, fluff, mentions of childhood trauma, hunter’s a prick
note — i heard this sound on tiktok and it unlocked a memory i did NOT want unlocked lol so enjoy this self indulgent piece
𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐘. it’s funny how something as small as a child crying causes someone to fold in on themselves. you almost were shot because of it, and you definitely got an earful back on the marauder.
“what were you thinking? just standing there? you could’ve been killed!” hunter’s voice penetrated your clouded thoughts, scolding you for a poor job. he had a point; you were almost killed.
“but i wasn’t, hunter, so what’s the big deal?” you challenge, crossing your arms over your chest. what was next, was he going to question how you worked with the team? was he going to exclude you from future missions? you almost dared him.
“the big deal? y/n you nearly cost us the mission and you could have been killed,” he paused, taking a minute to think. though, given his next words, he should have taken more time to think, “i think you should sit out on the next mission,” his voice was still raised, breaths spilling from his mouth like he ran a marathon.
yet there it was.
exclusion.
“fine, it’s your call, you’re the sergeant,” your words were not short of being venomous, making hunter realize instantly what he just told you. you were a valuable asset to the batch, a sounding board, and he just told you to sit out.
there wasn’t a lot of places for you to go, so you sat in the co-pilot’s chair. you brought a knee up to your chest, resting your chin on it. the silence was comforting, but your mind still swam. hunter’s words, their words, the child crying…
“for the record, i don’t think you should sit out next mission,” tech was the first to speak, the softness and quietness of his voice illustrating just how unused to that he was. his words only earned a scoff from you.
“it was the child crying, no?” he guessed. tech noticed the shift in your demeanor when the child started crying to her mother, wondering why everyone left. you grew stiff, your eyes unfocused, and of course, you were nearly shot.
“what gave me away?” you asked him, still refusing to meet eyes with him. despite tech not being well-versed in comfort, he still knew how to read people. he could read them very well. interpreting those emotions was a different skill.
“the fact you were nearly shot, mainly,” he stated as-a-matter-of-factly, “but also the way your demeanor changed. your shoulders tightened, your eyes widened. not to mention your voice changed,” he went on to describe just how much your body changed. you didn’t think he paid that much attention to you.
“i didn’t think it was that obvious,” you shrugged, taking your chin off of your knee. you slid your eyes over to meet his, the softness of them underneath his goggles provided an odd place of comfort for you. he didn’t judge you, he was merely stating facts.
“it was,” he felt heat rise to his cheeks, a feeling he logically knew was because of his attraction to you. emotionally, he wouldn’t acknowledge it.
“at least to me,” tech added softly, attempting to make the situation better than what it was. your eyes widened again, unsure of how to feel about this. ever since you started working with the bad batch, talking about emotional experiences was hard with tech. so you didn’t. hearing him acknowledge your feelings and talk about his own shocked you. it shouldn’t have.
“when i was a kid, i was bullied a lot,” you started, pulling down the wall you’ve built up over the years, “their form of bullying was excluding me from things. i was invited to parties, but never talked to. i was never played with, and kids made fun of me for the stuff i liked,” you continued. you’ve never spoken to any of them about this. it was too sensitive. the fear of rejection and judgement was too strong.
silence followed, filling the space between you. tech didn’t know what to say, but he knew that this was sensitive information. he knew that it was hard for you to talk about, and so he didn’t want to say anything to potentially make things worse.
“hearing that little girl cry, asking her mother where everyone went, it just…i don’t know. it was under different circumstances but still,” you were failing to understand why the moment froze you. hunter was right, you could have been killed.
“it was a different circumstance, but,” tech started, his words coming out slowly as he processed them, “your fight or flight kicked in. it’s human nature whenever we come in contact with something that’s upset us or, dare i say, traumatized us,” his eyes searched yours, trying to read the expression on your face. tech knew what it was like to be ostracized for the things you’re good at. he was a defective clone, he knew almost exactly what you felt.
“when…when i was a cadet, still on kamino, i wasn’t treated very kindly by the regs simply for being different. the words they said, even some of the things they did, it was not kind of them,” tech’s words marinated in your mind for a moment. you found yourself completely facing him, engrossed in the man in front of you. you finally found someone to relate to, that knew what it was like to be excluded and bullied. for once, you could breathe.
“you didn’t deserve that,”
“neither did you,” he agreed, his warm, brown eyes cradling yours. he came to the same realization you did. he wasn’t as alone as he thought he was. as much as he wished neither of you went through what you did, it brought you two together, and he was grateful for that.
“we do need to work on your fight, flight, or freeze response,” he lightened the mood. you smiled and laid back in your chair.
“i know i know,” you smiled. you didn’t catch it, but tech smiled too.
here’s some tech! this was kind of self indulgent so i apologize for that, i still hope you enjoy though!
summary — your past has made you a hardened general. commander cody intends to break you.
warnings — gn!jedi!reader, mentions of a traumatic past, cody being annoying
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐊. the men in that hangar were expecting a visitor, and a notorious one at that.
“you’re acting like you’re meeting the chancellor,” general obi-wan kenobi poked fun at his commander, who was standing at attention next to him.
“can’t be too prepared, sir,” cody responded as a ship landed in the hangar of the Negotiator. obi-wan only laughed as he watched the ramp pull down, revealing none other than you, jedi general y/n l/n. you had a reputation for being emotionless, which obviously wasn’t the case. no one ever seemed to get an extreme reaction out of you, ever. you seemed cold, and they were right to assume that. being the competitive spirit commander cody was, he wanted to change that.
“general kenobi,” you offered a small smile as you approached him, shaking his outstretched hand.
“general l/n,” he greeted, “this is commander cody,” obi-wan introduced. cody stood at attention, but dipped his head towards you.
“sir,”
“it’s a pleasure,” you dipped your head in response. oh, it definitely would be.
~~
the campaign on alderaan was successful. the separatist forces were driven out and once again, the republic could go home with a victory. which also meant commander cody could do more of his, well, job.
cody, any chance he could get, would make comments that would make anyone flush. you, however, never budged. you offered him a small smile, and a shake of your head before moving on. challenge accepted.
“general!” cody called from behind you. now, you weren’t blind to the commander’s plan. you knew of the reputation you held, and it wasn’t by choice. the strings of your past were still attached to you, making you a hardened person. he was determined, for whatever reason, to break you.
maybe a part of you liked how difficult you made it for him.
“what can i do for you commander?” you stopped in your tracks and turned to face the commander. he was attractive, the way he seemed to glow with that boyish look. yet, your face remained neutral, your eyes meeting cody’s.
“general kenobi has some reports for you to sign off on,” he explained, handing you a datapad.
“and you couldn’t comm me? or general kenobi himself?” you posed, raising an eyebrow as you took the datapad, signing it anyway.
“what, i can’t spend time with you, mesh’la?” he asked, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. you knew what he called you; you were well aware of the terms of endearment used by clones. your own men used them quite often.
“as much as i find the nickname flattering, commander, i know you have other, more important, things to be doing,” you told him, offering him a softened expression. cody huffed, his chest filling with pride as he viewed your softened expression. finally, some leeway.
“oh, well of course, sir. i just wanted to run that by you,” he meant several things with his smug expression, and he also knew you’d get every one. he leaned in just enough, daring to enter more of your personal space.
“if you need me, i’ll be in the hangar, sir,” he gently tipped your chin with a coiled pointer finger before stalking off. his move was bold, especially given how you two barely knew each other. your stomach fluttered at his touch, even if it was fleeting. shivers crawled down your spine, and not ones in warning. your expression hardened, but your eyes told a different story. your heart melted a little, and you felt the lingering affects of cody’s finger.
“noted,” you spoke, and cody heard you. he smirked as he stalked off, pride filling his chest. he wasn’t going to lie, though. you weren’t the only one that felt the spark at the touch. cody felt it in the pit of his stomach, and it terrified him.
lol look at me pumping out fics HAHA. this will probably be a multi-parter, but idk either. if y’all like it enough i’ll add more parts. anyways, i graduate college here soon and the way i’m SO excited, but it also means a little more free time for me until i start my big-girl job haha. anyways, hopefully you enjoyed some cody!
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