#clone wars x reader

[meshla-cyarika]

[honeydazai]

jealousy!

feat.: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Darth Maul, Darth Vader

hi everyone. we're writing for a new fandom now.

Anakin's jealousy is a firestorm raging on Mustafar; it's the lethal tides of Kamino and the unforgiving heat of Tatooine. It's both ablaze and freezing; the ice running through his veins at the idea of you entertaining someone else is chilling to the bone, even for the Hero with No Fear, and his anger burns all the brighter. He spends about two seconds contemplating not bringing it up to you, but you can tell his emotions right from the start anyway — and he only relaxes slightly when your palm finds his cheek, soothing.

"It's— fine. You know what, actually, no, it's not. I saw you and that guy, talking, and what right does he have to touch you, anyway? Should've told him that right then and there, but I can't—"

He's not fond of your secret relationship anyway, wishes it could be public, normal, the way it'd be if he wasn't a Jedi, but the added stress of some guy thinking you're single while he's in your vicinity, unable to do anything to avoid causing suspicion, has him tense. He knows you wouldn't cheat — right? —, but the topic upsets him greatly, and his hurt emotions only melt away when he gets to lay his head on your lap and you thread your fingers through his hair.

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Obi-Wan is by far the most relaxed when it comes to jealousy issues. He has no issues with you talking to a stranger, or having a friendly chat with a colleague, or going out to an event with a friend; those are all normal interactions, and he's happy you have a flourishing social life. Still, if you get too comfortable with someone, he's irked. He doesn't mean to be, Jedi are above petty emotions like that, surely, but he doesn't like that he can clearly sense romantic intentions aimed at you and he can do nothing but watch.

He's not the type for open conflict; besides, he doesn't have much right to be upset. Still, if you're attuned to his moods, you'll notice the slight strain in his smile right away. Luckily, he's easily reassured. He trusts you completely, after all.

"I could tell I was overreacting, which is precisely why I did not mean to bring it up. I trust you. ..Still, thank you for reassuring me. You know how emotions are."

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Maul's abandonment issues stem from actual experience and aching loneliness rather than simple possessiveness. He's used to being alone, and has only gotten used to being around you, with you, that the sudden fear of losing you and returning to solitude has him near paralysed. He respects you too much to confront you, but seeing you get along so well with one of the Mandalorian mercenaries he pays has him in a bad mood. He sulks and gets more closed off, subconsciously choosing to abandon before he's abandoned.

"I am faring all right. There's no need to be worried. No, I am not upset. There is nothing we need to talk about. Go on, instead go and talk to your admirer."

He's pouting. He'd rather die than ask for it, but he needs reassurance badly. Once you mention you have no interest in anyone other than him, he's quickly soothed again and forgives almost immediately, nearly dizzy with relief.

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Darth Vader, unlike Anakin, has no reason to act restrained. No one would dare to even speak to you, knowing you're his — usually, but there's always one new recruit, eager to serve the Empire and even more eager to get to know you, that'll meet an undesirable fate eventually. The second he notices someone chatting you up, his fist closes, and the guy is lifted off the ground and claws desperately at his throat, trying, begging, silently pleading —

and the body dropping to the floor hopefully doesn't bother you too much. He's not too concerned by what you think about him killing out of possessiveness; he'll make it up to you later, if you're truly upset.

"I'll give you a planet. An entire system, if that's what it takes to make you stop sulking. Don't tell me you actually wanted that fool to talk to you."

And, well. He loves you, is devoted to you, but you better respond correctly to that accusation to prove you're just as devoted to him.

[couldyouimagine-that]

Stuff of Nightmares

Genre; Hurt/Comfort

Word Count; 2.4k

Warnings; Canon-typical threat (specifically asphyxiation) and violence, Maul’s somewhat erratic/contradictory actions are a sign of his trauma.

Pairings; Maul (Star Wars) x Reader (gender neutral as always)

So what if the reader tried to wake Maul up from a nightmare? I fully believe that he would be devastated to think he had hurt his partner, however accidentally. Hope you like this one!

Masterlist

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Maul’s screaming was terrifying. You flew awake, heart pounding in your chest as you scoured the room with a human’s typically dismal night vision for what could possibly scare him to such as extent. But quickly, you realised there was nothing real. He was thrashing around beside you in bed, cranial horns tearing into the pillows and the sheets tangled around his cybernetic legs. He threw out an arm and hit you in the shoulder with enough force to send you sprawling against your own pillows.

You groaned, more in tired complaint than actual pain, and fumbled around until you got the bedside lamp on. The light seemed to still some of Maul’s movement, but it didn’t wake him up.

“Please… please,” he mumbled, more than clear enough for you to hear his terror, his desperation.

Your chest ached. You ran a hand up his arm, onto his bare shoulder. The muscles beneath his black and crimson skin were tense. He pushed against the covers like he was trying to get away from whatever horror was plaguing him, still no closer to consciousness. You faltered. Maul might not have his lightsaber in hand at that moment, but that hardly mattered when he could call it to him with the Force over just about any distance. Besides, he was a ruthless, efficient fighter. He needed neither his weapon nor the Force to kill you, even if it was just an accident because his sleep addled mind didn’t recognise you.

But still. You had sworn, to yourself if not in words to him, that you would always be there for him. You weren’t going to leave him on his own now.

You ran your touch across his collarbones to his other shoulder, so that you could have a hand on each side of him. Then, you knelt above him just enough to have some leverage, thumbs massaging his skin.

“Maul?” You tried, to no avail. “Maul, come on. Wake up.”

Still nothing.

So you shook his shoulders one time. His blazing amber eyes snapped open instantly and he lurched forward before you could so much as take a breath.

He flipped you onto your back and dropped his weight over your hips, both hands wrapped tight around your neck. He was somehow completely free of the sheets which had been trapping him. And he wasn’t just squeezing your throat and arteries, he was pressing your neck down into the mattress with all the fury he could muster burning through his veins. Your vision was already darkening – you had a couple of seconds before you were out. You used them to claw your nails into the insides of his wrists, to try and drive your knee into his back.

Head spinning, you saw the exact moment his expression changed into one of recognition. He flew back like he had been burned. You gasped for air, your head tilting a little from how woozy you felt. Your heart thundered as you brought your hands to your throat.

When your vision cleared enough, it was to see an expression of utter horror on Maul’s face. He was holding his hands aloft as if he didn’t know what to do with them, a line or two of blood running down his forearms from damage you had dealt him. He seemed frozen in place. You made efforts to steady your breathing, then went to lay a hand on his thigh. A motion you thought would be comforting while you got around to speaking.

Instead of that, it spurred him into action. He leapt to his feet and began to slowly back away from you, hands still raised in front of him in a display of placation, to make himself seem less threatening. His chest was heaving.

“I… I…” His voice was rough, barely above a whisper. “My darling, I…”

Fighting off the lingering dizziness, you sat up and got your feet on the floor.

“Maul, I’m alright,” you rasped.

Your voice gave you pause – you sounded anything but alright. Maul stopped too, his face a mask of devastation. You touched your throat gingerly, determining how hurt it felt. The ache below the skin said it was definitely going to bruise. But the longer you sat there, the worse Maul looked. So you dropped your hand back to your side and, convinced you weren’t going to pass out, stood up. The Zabrak looked like a wild animal ready to bolt, one which would lash out with claws and teeth if its exits were compromised. And in his haste, he had backed himself towards the floor to ceiling windows instead of the door.

Thinking that having him hear your damaged-sounding voice again would make things worse, you raised your own empty hands a little and took a step towards him. That was a mistake.

Maul shot past you, hugging the walls to stay as far away from you as he possibly could. His posture was once again immaculate, his shoulders and back cutting hard lines in the half-dark. He snatched up his shirt from the back of his desk chair without missing a stride, ignoring you as you began to follow after him. You jogged a few steps across his bedroom when he flung the door open and you realised he was just going to leave without a word. The Zabrak extended a hand behind him and called his lightsaber to him without first needing to check where it was, walking into the pitch black corridor running through his quarters seamlessly. You, of course, couldn’t see a thing.

You scrambled to follow him, flicking on lights so you didn’t trip over your own two feet.

Maul crossed the main living space with a grace befitting any predator, utterly surefooted. You were almost woozy again by the time you got the main lights on.

“Maul, please wait,” you called as best you could, because clearly just following him wasn’t going to help.

He gave you a fiery glare over his shoulder, though he refused to turn to face you. You stopped before you were close enough to touch him.

“Please just stay alright? Please,” you muttered, but his only response was a harsh scoff. “Maul,” you tried again, growing almost a little desperate. He stopped punching in the keycode to unlock his door.

“Stay?” He mocked slowly, sneering. His words were venomous. “You want me to stay with you, after what I’ve just done.”

The hand which he had been resting over the keypad dropped back to his side. You tried your best to make your voice sound more normal, to stay collected in case this was the calm before he lashed out. The only way he could deal with anything unexpected was through anger.

“We can just talk,” you offered quietly, “or not. I could make tea.”

“Tea,” Maul hissed, as if the very idea was abhorrent. “Do you realise, are you even capable of comprehending how close to death you just came by my hands? Do you have any understanding whatsoever of what I could have done? Of what I would have been responsible for and then carried with me for the rest of my own life? When I swore to protect you, it was inclusive of myself. Yet I am nothing other than what my Master carved me to be-”

“I am not afraid of you-”

“Well you should be!” He roared, his eyes wild.

He spun to face you, finally, but now he had his lightsaber in hand and he was advancing on you with his teeth bared, every line of his body rigid with the drive to fight. The fury radiating off him was actually enough to make you back up, and he didn’t stop until you were pressed against a wall on the opposite side of the room, his towering, muscular frame caging you in. But even through his temper, he never once lost concentration on his weapon. It was angled perfectly so that if the blades were to be ignited, neither would come anywhere near you.

Maul’s gaze caught on your throat, where a ring of bruises was no doubt already starting to form. He began to reach towards you, but suddenly realised what he was doing and went to drop his hand; you caught it before he could. With both of your hands wrapped around his own, Maul became very, very still. He grew even more tense, hardly breathing. You manipulated his fingers to lay flat, and he let you, but barely. Wordless, you started raising his hand towards your own throat. He realised what you were doing immediately and pulled away sharp, but despite the new distance, you still kept a hold of his hand.

“Maul,” you murmured, watching as fear and fury warred across his face. “Let me.”

You bowed your head when you brought his hand up this time, so you could begin laying featherlight kisses on the backs of his knuckles. You decided he probably hadn’t stopped you yet because he couldn’t believe what you were doing. You gently turned his hand over and frowned when you saw the wounds you had inflicted on his wrist. The bleeding had already stopped, but you had raked your nails deep into his flesh.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, pleased to find your voice was improving.

You weren’t brave enough to look up and see Maul’s expression, but his unnatural state of stillness told you everything you needed to know. You placed another kiss just below his palm, just above the start of the first scratch. An apology, even if you would make the same choice over again. It was clear that your attempts to kick him hadn’t been all that successful.

With your head still bent over his hand, you turned it again and laid it over your throat in a single motion. Your only indication of anything at all from your partner was a single intake of breath, only just audible. But he didn’t pull away this time. You made sure his hand went exactly where his grip had been before. You knew how deeply rooted Maul’s fears and prejudices were, even if he never spoke to you about very much at all. Words weren’t nearly enough to reassure him; he needed physical proof of what you were saying. You had to show him you weren’t afraid of him, prove to him that things really were alright. Even then, he would still struggle to believe you.

When you looked up again, still keeping his hand on your throat, Maul’s anger had cooled to its usual simmering frustration. He couldn’t wrap his head around what you were doing, or why you would put yourself at such risk. You offered him a small smile, your thumb stroking over the back of his hand.

“I almost killed you,” he muttered, voice harsh. “I didn’t – when I dream, I do not always immediately recognise my surroundings upon waking. This is why I didn’t want you to share my space at night. I will have the next suite across converted into something you can use instead. You will have your own door to access my quarters, if you wish, but I cannot allow-”

“No.”

Maul stared at you, incredulous.

“No?”

You shook your head.

“I’m not afraid of you, and I am absolutely not going to start hiding from you. You’re the person I trust and care about most in the galaxy Maul, I’m not going to let you push me away.”

Maul was back to staring. For once, he seemed speechless, though you knew that wouldn’t last for long. So you took the opportunity to grab his other hand and lead him back towards his bedroom. He let you, but again, probably only because he was struck by utter disbelief. You flicked lights off as you went, eventually leaving you both in the dark once again. You could barely see the Zabrak’s outline, just the hard glint of his eyeshine reflecting what little light was seeping through the open bedroom door into the hallway.

“Come on,” you told him, “it’s really late. I want to go back to sleep.”

That was when he dug his heels in.

“I will not permit you to risk-”

“Then we’re both going to be standing out here for a really long time,” you challenged.

His lips might have pulled back into a silent snarl, but you couldn’t really see well enough to tell.

“You are impossible,” Maul growled, but it wasn’t really you he was angry at.

Sensing you were winning this particular argument, you sauntered closer to him until you could press a kiss to his shoulder. He watched you in a way which you guessed was supposed to be impassive, but that was hardly the truth.

“I get worse when I’m sleep deprived.”

You smirked at him, because you knew he could see perfectly well even if the reverse was not at all true. Another tug on his hands made him start walking again.

Maul complained incessantly when you insisted he at least run some water over the wounds on his wrists if he wasn’t going to treat them properly. He eventually conceded, however, because it meant he got to watch you tend to him – though on pain of death, he would never admit it.

When you finally got back into bed and he tried to confine himself to the very edge of his own side, you all but draped yourself over him and tucked your head against his chest when he tried to make you move. After a good long while of considering what he wanted to say, Maul finally admitted, in a sense, what was worrying him so much.

“I don’t want to hurt you again,” he murmured against your hair, so quiet you could barely hear him.

You snuggled in closer, pleased when he lightly laid his hands on your back.

“You won’t,” you said with absolute certainty, eyes already starting to close.

“You don’t know that.”

You cupped his jaw and the side of his face, hoping he might find it a little soothing.

“It was only because of how I woke you up. If I’d left you alone, it would’ve been fine.”

Maul seemed largely satisfied by that. He was going to have to talk to you about what you had been thinking, to try waking him up from a nightmare at all. But the conversation would have to wait for the morning. Your weight was already growing heavier against him where sleep was pulling you under.

[clonetrooperdiaries]

Hello!! I had an idea for a 501st x force sensitive reader (maybe a bad batch cameo pls?), where she can see force ghosts of passed clones and she wants to try and find a good way of telling Rex and the others boys that their brothers are ok and happy. Maybe she gets headaches because ghost fives is talking her ear off while she’s trying to listen to the briefing.

Hope you had a good weekend!! Love your work!xx

Summary : You have a secret... You can see dead people. What happens when Captain Rex finds out? Pairings : Captain Rex x Fem!reader (Mechanic reader) x Fives? Warnings : ansgt, talks of death, talks of ghosts, talks of fives death and the beginnings of order 66, fluffy, cute ending, Rex is adorably awkward Words : 3.8k A/N : Okay I am in LOVE with this request! I had so much fun with this and I went a little crazy but I really hope you love it! It's absolutely one of my favourite stories I've done so far! And the Yoda cameo? we love to see our favourite little green Jedi! All ghosts talk in italics masterlist here

Be quiet  

Be quiet  

Be quiet! 

Your head was pounding as you and your astromech R0-80 (or ROBO) were currently welding new paneling to a shuttle that is scheduled to leave in the morning. All around you whispers and cries that only you could hear were bouncing off your skull, giving you a wicked headache. Normally you could just ignore it and push through, you have your whole life but, on days like today when the talking is so loud you can’t think straight.  

Please! I know you can hear me!  

“Robo can you do the bottom of the shuttle while I weld the top?” 

He chirps happily and rolls off under the ship to continue welding. Slowly and shakily, you climb up to the roof of the shuttle and start welding again.  

I need to complete my mission! 

Just ignore it. Just ignore it. Just ignore it.  

You take a deep breath and continue your welds, slowly with slightly shaky hands but still straight. You finish your panel and move onto the next one, slowly crawling over to the next spot and it is only then that a voice yells out to you. 

Please listen to me!  

The shout makes you jump and lose your footing, and you go flailing backwards and fall off the top of the ship hitting the hangar floor with a hard thud! You lie there for a moment stunned, the voices quieter than normal, your vision slightly dizzy, when you hear heavy footsteps approach you.  

“You alright ma’am?”  

A gloved hand waves in front of your eyes making you jump. You look up to a blonde head and the most beautiful pair of brown eyes you’ve ever seen. Once the dizziness settles for a moment you realize that Captain Rex is standing over you looking concerned. You can hear quiet chuckles in the distance whether those are from other soldiers or from the voices you're not sure.   

Your cheeks go bright red as you slowly sit up instantly regretting it as your head pounds behind your eyes, “I’m ok- Ouch!”  

“Don’t move I’ll call Kix to come look at ya.” he says already comming the medic before you can protest, “Kix, we need you in the hangar and bring your kit!” 

You look down closing your eyes to ease the aching of your head and to ignore the gaze of the beautiful captain above you, “Really captain I’m alright. No need to waste resources...” 

“There’s no such thing as wasted resources when someone's in need.” he says gently patting your shoulder with a small smile.  

You’ve watched Captain Rex and his men of the 501 since your first day. Like all the soldiers they gave a strong presence wherever they go and even though they are a bit radical like their general and commander you always admired them. They are really sweet and goofy and have even come over to talk to you sometimes while you were working asking you random questions, you think it was pre mission jitters that made them come over to you because there really isn’t any other reason to come talk to you but you appreciate it nonetheless.  

Looks like captain is flirting. Didn’t know he knew how. 

“He’s not flirting shut up!” you hiss. 

Rex looks down at you with red ears, “What was that?” 

You look up at him your cheeks burning bright, “Umm nothing!” 

Rapid footsteps approach the two of you and you both turn to see Kix, “I’m here captain! Where’s my patient?”  

“Our mechanic here took a fall from the top of the shuttle. I think she hit her head pretty good.” he explains while Kix opens his med kit and grabs a scanner. You sigh as he goes over your whole body, feeling the embarrassment of lying on the hangar floor being checked for injuries while groups of soldiers walk by and stare as they get prepped to leave on their next mission.  

Kix looks down at you with a smile, “Good news is there’s no concussion. Just a visible bump on the head for the time being. A bacta patch and you’ll be good to go.” 

“Thank you. I appreciate your help.” you say gently with a smile. 

Kix applies the patch to your head making you wince, “Just doing my job. Now you be more careful up there. Don't wanna bruise that pretty face of yours.” 

And now Kix is flirting... I shouldn’t be surprised all the boys are fawning over you. You are beautiful. Maybe I should shoot my shot too eh cyare?  

“Kriffin hell please stop talking!” you say exasperated only to realize you said that out loud and both clones look at you with sheepish, confused expressions. “I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean that I... wasn’t talking to you...” 

Rex and Kix both look at you confused, “Who were you talking too?” 

“U-Uh... myself.”  

Kix grabs his scanner from his bag again with a concerned look, “I’m gonna scan you again just to be safe...”  

What the three of you didn’t know is that Master Yoda had made an unexpected trip down from the temple to the hangar when he felt something odd in the force. He stood from a far watching you as various fallen clones try to get your attention. The only way they would be this persistent is if they knew you could hear them, or see them... 

As Kix stands over you with the scanner and Rex beside him you hear a faint tapping sound getting closer and the three of you turn to see Master Yoda coming toward you.  

“General!” 

“General!” 

Master Yoda nods at them as he stares directly at you with a curious smile, “come with me young one. Much to discuss we do!” 

... 

You remember the first time you seen a ghost, you were five years old. Your parents had been telling you a story about your grandma who had passed away many years ago, reminiscing on the time they had with her with fond smiles. You had never met her, but you had seen a holophoto of her taken a few days before her passing. As they told stories from the memories they had of her an old woman faded into view behind your mother. She had the same bright blue eyes that your mom had, and her hair was long and grey, braided in two braids just as your grandma always wore.  

She smiled at you with a brightly, and you tilted your head curious, “What’s your name?”  

Your parents looked at you startled wondering who you were talking to when they see you were talking to the empty wall behind your mother.  

My name is Mary-Ann.  

“Mary-Ann is a pretty name. My grandma has that name!” you say happily. Your parents look between you and the empty wall in horror not understanding what is happening in that moment. The old woman walks across the room slowly with her cane and stops in front of you.  

You my granddaughter have a gift. Something special that not a lot of people have. 

“I have a gift? You mean like superpowers?”  

She chuckles warmly. Yes, you have been given the sight to see those who became one with the force once more.  

“What’s the force?” you ask.  

It's what connects all living things and if you have a special power like yours, it can connect you to things that are no longer living as well.  

“So... I can see ghosts?” 

Yes, that right. Though many of us do not have the strength to appear before you. You will hear most of us without ever seeing us.  

“So, I can’t see the ghosts but... I can hear them?” 

As you grow, so will your gift. It will be hard, and you will suffer, but my dear the force chose you for a reason. Never forget that. Take care and may the force be with you... 

She fades away slowly, and it is just you and your parents again. You look at your parents and their shocked expressions as tears fall from your eyes, “can you tell me more stories about grandma?”  

After that encounter you started to hear people, whispers and quiet conversations of people who weren’t there. You very rarely seen a ghost, but you did on occasion. You came to learn that the more you knew about someone, if you had pictures or memories or stories that connected you to them in some way you had a higher chance of seeing them if they chose to appear before you.  

You thought it was really cool at first, you had a super power that nobody else had, not even the Jedi, but as time went on and you would constantly hear voices talking in your ear, or cries of those who suffered before they died it changed you. You constantly got headaches, you mumbled and whispered to yourself as a way to ease the voices to thinking you were talking to them. You had no friends because everyone labeled you the weird kid, the one parents told their kids not to play with because something wasn’t right with you. Your parents tried there hardest, they took you to doctors, specialists and shamans, but nothing helped and nothing worked.  

You continued to grow up isolated and alone with only the voices and ghosts of the past to comfort you over a gift you never asked for. You started to ignore the voices, ignore the ghosts and instead do everything in your power to drown out the noise. You took up mechanics, constantly tinkering and building, taking things apart and putting them back together. The loud noise of the tools, the memorizing of manuals, the comfort you felt in being able to fix something that's been broken like you wish someone could do for you, it became your life. You excelled in mechanics and when the war started you decided that you could use your skills for good and joined the GAR. It was also because the Jedi were the only people you haven't tried to talk to about your gift, and you figured if they couldn’t help you then nobody could.  

You sat on a mat in front of Master Yoda as you told him all this his eyes never leaving yours. Somewhere during your explanation, you started crying and you felt as crazy as you probably looked to the old Jedi. He smiled at you, “Yes. A gift you have... From the force indeed it is...” 

You sigh wiping the tears from your eyes, “but why me? I can’t do anything a Jedi can. I can’t lift things or jump high or fight with a saber. All I can do is hear people I don’t want to hear!”  

“A mystery this is... Research we must do... Louder the voices have become, yes?” he asks you.  

You nod, “Yes. I think... the fallen soldiers are talking to me.” 

“Yes... Sense them around you I do.” he says as he sits in front of you now grabbing your hands, “Know you can hear them, they do...”  

Master Yoda waves a hand around your head and your headache eases, the voices that were trying to get your attention now a whisper. “What did you do?” 

“Trick of the mind. To quiet the voices. Still there they are but... less.” he explains simply and gets up again, “tell no one of this you must. Call for you when I know more, I will.” 

You nod gratefully toward him, “Thank you, Master Yoda!”   

... 

The next day you sat in the mess hall at a table in the far corner away from everyone. Rex walks in with Jesse and sees you out of the corner of his eye and smiles slightly at you. You sat cross legged on your chair, your sandwich shoved in your mouth while you were tinkering with a bunch of small parts that looked like junk, but he could tell it wasn’t junk to you. Your hair was pulled up into a high tail that swung every time you turned your head, and your eyes kept scanning around you like you were looking for something. Rex grabs his lunch and against his better judgement walks over to your table.  

“Hey uh... Mind if I sit here?” he asks with a hesitant smile.  

Your heart flutters in your chest as you rip your sandwich out of your mouth, “S-Sure!”  

He sits down and looks over at your bandage, “How's your head?”  

“Hmm? Oh! It’s okay, I’m okay!” you say smiling, your cheeks burning. You look down at the parts you were tinkering with to avoid his gaze.  

“What are you working on?” he asks trying to carry on the conversation.  

You look up your gaze flickering between the parts in your hand and the warm brown eyes of the captain, “Umm... it will be a solar energy powered stun grenade...” 

He looks startled, “You're building a stun grenade in the mess hall... for fun?”  

“It’s solar powered. Which means it won’t go off and hurt anyone unless its charged with sunlight. And I... like to build things... keeps my hands and my mind busy.” you shrug as you continue to pull parts and jigsaw them into a sphere.  

Oh Cap’s got it bad! He’s getting embarrassed look at his ears!  

You casually glance up and see his ears turning red as he stirs his soup and you smile at him warmly, “You know Captain, this is the first time someone's sat with me at lunch.” 

“R-Really?” he asks stunned.  

You nod again, “Yeah, I’m... a little weird. Most people don’t enjoy my company...” 

“Well, I enjoy your company.” he states matter of fact making you both blush and look down.  

We all knew the captain was awkward but this is just painful...  

You sigh at the soldier's voice and put the final pieces of the grenade together completing it. You smile at your little contraption and when you look at Rex, he’s watching you with a gentle smile, “You’re not weird you know. I think your pretty interesting.” 

“Just wait. You keep hanging around me you’ll see...”  

He chuckles, “Can’t wait.”  

Captain you sly dog you!  

Jesse comes over to your table and puts his tray down beside Rex eyeing you and him with a grin, “Hope you don’t mind captain but the other tables full and I would rather sit at a table with a beautiful view.” 

Kriffin hell! The di’kut stole my line!  

You chuckle at him as Rex looks at him exasperated, “who taught you that line? It's terrible.” 

“Fives obviously. Who else?” he says with a sad smile that Rex returns.  

“Whose Fives?” you ask curiously already thinking you may have the name of the soldier whose been annoying you for the last two months.  

They both look to each other and nod, “He was one of the finest arc troopers in the army of the republic. He was also a terrible flirt.” 

“And he had the most ridiculous sense of humor!” Jesse laughs.  

Rex smiles warmly, “Yeah. He always stood up for us and all our brothers. Losing him hurt more than most...” 

“Sounds handsome.” you smirk and the two of them start laughing.  

Jesse slaps the table he’s laughing so hard, “We all have the same face ya know!”  

“Thanks for the reminder” you wink at Rex, and he blushes hard rubbing the back of his neck.  

Maker just ask her out already! It's embarrassing captain. Man up!  

You try not to laugh at the nagging fallen soldier, “Why did he choose the name Fives?”  

“His number is CT-5555. He even got a five tattooed on the side of his head,” Rex explains thoughtfully as you take a sip of water. It is then that a soldier starts to appear beside Rex, his hand on his shoulder. You lock eyes and you choke spitting your water across the table at Jesse and Rex.  

“Oh maker! I-I'm so sorry I- hold on!” you stammer completely flustered as you grab a napkin and lean across the table to wipe Rex’s face.  

You can see me! You see me! I know you did! 

“It’s alright. I can get it y/n you don’t have to...” he says flustered as Jesse chuckles wiping his own face beside him.  

You hand Jesse another napkin, “I am so sorry I promise I didn’t mean to do that I just... kriffin hell! I gotta go!”  

You jump up grabbing your stuff and shoving it into your bag as you run off flustered and embarrassed beyond belief, leaving the two soldiers wet and confused. Rex looks beside him to the empty space wondering what you saw that spooked you so bad.  

... 

You sat on top of Master Yoda’s starfighter giving it routine maintenance to keep your mind busy. You heart hadn’t stopped racing since you left Captain Rex and Jesse in the mess, you really are ridiculous. Why do you even try to make friends? Honestly as if Rex would see you as anything other than a mechanic with a tendency to do the stupidest things. This is why you're better off alone, so you don’t get your hopes up.  

Don’t throw a pity party it was a mistake. Honestly it was my fault. 

“Of course it was your fault! You’ve been yapping in my ears for the last two months! What do you want?”  

Fives sits on the hood of the starfighter looking down. Honestly, I’m not sure. I just... can’t rest until I know my brothers are safe.  

You drop your tools in your toolbox, “Fives were literally in the middle of a war! Nobody can promise their safety!”  

I know Rex put in a report on what happened when I... died. I know he’s searching for answers. Please tell him to be careful, it’s not his time to join me yet. He needs to finish what I started, for all of us but he has to be careful. 

You sigh rubbing your aching head, “That’s an awful lot of responsibility to put on one man.” 

Yes, but he can do it. He’s Captain of the 501, if he can put up with us and General Skywalker he sure as hell can do just about anything... 

You hop out of the star fighter and sit on the hood beside Fives. You were right he was handsome. His hair was cut short showing his fives tattoo on the side of his head and a cute triangle goatee on his chin, and this lazy smirk that you could tell got him in all kinds of trouble.  

“Is there something else?” you ask quietly.  

He looks at you startled for a moment and then smiles knowingly. Yes. I want him to be happy. We all have had our fair share of loss but Cap he... has had to deal with so much. He needs a light at the end of the tunnel ya know?  

You nod not really understanding where he was going with this.  

He's had a crush on you for a long time and I-  

You gasp, “He what!? Fives that’s not true...” 

I’m not lying. It's pathetic really. He watches you when he thinks no one is looking. He even drunkenly admitted at 79’s one time that he wanted to ask you out but he’s just too busy to commit to anything and he wants to do right by you if he’s gonna ask you.  

Your cheeks heat up, “Th-There’s no way. We barely talk. I literally spit water at him today like a lunatic! And that’s not including I'm literally sitting here talking to you beyond the grave right now! I am a mess, he doesn’t want me!” 

He smiles at you warmly, y/n... you might just be what each other needs and you both don’t know it... 

You sigh, “You said it yourself. Rex has been through so much. The last thing he needs is another person with issues to come into his life and cause more chaos for him to clean up. No matter how much I like him... I will not put him through more grief...” 

“You like me?”  

You jump as you look down and see Rex standing in front of the ship with bright red cheeks and wide eyes, you turn to Fives and he’s laughing, “You did this on purpose didn’t you? You knew he was there?” Fives just shrugs his shoulders and continues to chuckle. “If you weren’t already dead I would strangle you right now!” 

You slide off the ship and stand in front of Rex your cheeks on fire, “How much of that did you hear?”  

“I’m not gonna lie. I’ve been here for a while and I think we need to take you back to Kix because-”  

“Rex... I have a secret. A gift that I’ve had since I was a kid, it’s... I can hear and sometimes see people who have... died.” you whisper while not looking at him. You can’t bear to see his expression.  

“You...? Can see ghosts?” he asks confused.  

“Y-Yes I can. And it’s alright if you don’t believe me, it's a lot to process which is why I don't tell people, and I shouldn’t even be telling you right now, but I just want you to know that I’m not crazy! I- well honestly, I might be crazy-” 

“y/n” 

“And I really don’t want to cause you any more trouble than I already have I-” 

“y/n” 

“Even if you don’t believe me, I just want to continue being frie-” 

He grabs your waist and kisses you, hard. You freeze, all around you, you can hear cheers from thousands of soldiers only you can hear making your ears ring and your head pound, but you could care less in that moment. Fives stands off on the side hollering with a huge smile. 

Atta boy Cap!  

He pulls away and strokes your cheek, “I believe you y/n. And like I told you earlier today, I think you’re really interesting. I didn’t realize how interesting you were going to be but... I still wanna ask you out if that’s okay with you?”  

“Really? After knowing what you know about me?” you ask stunned.  

He nods, “The Jedi can do impossible things so who's to say there aren’t other people in our galaxy that can do them too?” he leans forward his head touching yours, “so can I ask you on a date then?” 

You smile and you feel his breath on your lips, “I would love to go out with you Rex.” 

Finally! I’m dead and even I didn’t know if he was gonna go through with it!  

You can’t help but laugh, “Shut up Fives!”  

dividers by @saradika-graphics

[im-so-electrocute]

OH MY GOSH so I absolutely LOVED the clown commanders and Caregivers! (And id love to see a BadBatch one too including echo when you get the time)

But I was wondering if you might be willing to do HC's for TheBadBatch as lil tiny cadets on kamino finding some kind of comfort in a JediReader? Maybe at the end they can't wait to grow up fast and be able to protect them? (I know this doesn't work timeline wise so if you want to switch jedi to like, bounty hunter or mandolin reader. who would have been there training them you can)

eeek omg so glad you liked them! and i’m glad i’m finally getting to ur req. having time on my hands is so nice 😭

*i did take some creative liberties here, headcanoning the batch as neurodivergent because i honestly think it makes more sense to say they are ND than saying ‘yeaH they’re just a little crAZy’

this is kinda weird and messy and went in a direction i didn’t really plan but here it is

nala se had a fair amount of experience with children by this point, having to observe each generation of clones she created, learning MANY new things about childcare as she analyzed their behavior and so on. 

but neither she nor a single person on her staff could stand to be around the four absolute terrors which they had nicknamed ‘the bad batch.’

yes, the boys had enhanced traits, but the tradeoff was that their chips didn’t exactly function like the others. they were unpredictable. not to mention, they were all neurodivergent in some way, and the military was completely unprepared for that.

initially, the kaminoans were hesitant to tell the council about the new special forces soldiers. many of the older jedi already disapproved of the use of clone soldiers and of the war itself.

but since nala se was NOT about to retire the fruits of her most significant breakthroughs in cloning to maintenance, and since no one wanted to watch the hellions who were growing more and more unruly…

they had to call in a favor.

you were a newer but seasoned member of the council, without a current padawan or an assigned battalion, so you were selected for an ominous ‘training and education’ position.

you were honestly suspicious at first, because the kaminoans seemed all too happy to let you into the restricted sections even general kenobi couldn’t charm his way into. 

but once you were let into the barracks, you understood.

tattered clothes everywhere. mangled craft projects, scrap metal (maker KNOWS where they got it), and a reg manual with pages ripped out were scattered the floor. it smelled… sticky. 

“ATTACK!” a high pitched voice had hollered when you stepped in, and suddenly there were pillows, toys, and clothes being whipped at your head while a surprisingly strong child rammed into your legs.

with a casual, if slightly disgruntled, wave of your hand, you stopped the flying objects midair and watched four mouths fall open in shock

a few sharp words from you and they weren’t so tough.

it seemed that they just needed someone to pay attention to them, guide them, help them out. 

and so it began. 

they were all so… eager to start training. they took anything you told them as gospel. 

there was hunter who copied your mannerisms, standing when you stood and rubbing his little chin if you rubbed yours (omega didn’t get it from nowhere…). he denied he did it, but still watched you intently with those sharp eyes that always made you sad when you thought about he fact that one day he would be using them to kill rather than to mimic. hunter was so likable. he was a little boy who acted like a man, looking out for his brothers and trying to calm them down despite his own breakdowns being so severe due to his overstimulation. he was the slowest to warm up to you, but came around after you explained how you meditated. now, he cries less in the loud mess hall.

there was tech, who was easily the most stubborn. he always thought he could do things by himself and got angry when he messed up. he hated you in the beginning, he thought everything you told his brothers about the Force was utter garbage. however, your unyielding calmness and gentleness won him over. in his moments of panic and frustration, you could talk him through a solution. after that, he started to show you the gadgets he was working on, and explain the physics of hyperspace thermodynamics with starry, excited eyes. 

wrecker liked you immediately, he loved that you could lift him up with the Force and were strong enough to allow him to playfight you. wrecker was lowkey the one who showed the others it was okay to like you. he was curious. he asked questions, and you were all too happy to entertain him. he liked to walk around wearing your big brown robe, pretending to be a jedi. he had no shame about hugging you, crying in front of you, telling you about anything he was having trouble with. honestly, wrecker was a trendsetter, who simultaneously made you feel welcome in such a cold, unfeeling facility.

crosshair, i like to imagine, was actually a very sweet child. still introverted, but sweet. he was very quiet. like hunter, he just watched you. you had no idea what he thought of you until one day you were leaving kamino to fly back to coruscant and your robe felt a little bulkier than usual. you discovered the small, stick skinny boy crouching beside you. “What are you doing?” you asked. “I wanted to come with you,” he said. He didn’t elaborate. “I will be back tomorrow,” you said, and he let you carry him back to his bunk. 

they grew older, and you trained them well. you taught them jedi strategies as well as military ones

you cuddled them when they cried about being made fun of or “looked at funny”

you tucked each of them into bed before you left, calling them ‘my brave little fighters’

fighters, not soldiers. all clones were fighters, for the galaxy and for themselves and their brothers.

they got awkward and moody as they grew into preteens. jumped the gun, too. kept wanting to handle the big blasters instead of the training ones, and got angry when you told them no.

“Why not?” Crosshair huffed, trying to tug the gun away from you. 

“Because you’re still in training,” you said. “Why do you want a blaster anyway? You excited to shoot people?”

“No?!” he yelped, glaring at you, offended. “I don’t— I don’t—“

“You’re perfectly fine in hand to hand combat, and you’re not practicing sniping today. Why do you need a gun?” you asked calmly.

“Just… extra protection,” he muttered.

“Against what?” you laughed. “Those flimsy training droids you can take out with a kick?”

“Oh we don’t need protection!” Wrecker called from across the room.

“We wanna look out for you,” Hunter said, so quiet you didn’t notice him listening. “Practice, y’know? For real life.”

“Me? You kids are funny,” you said. “I’m a Jedi, not to mention, I got a good fifteen years on all of you.”

“Your safety is important to us,” Tech said, not looking up from where he was sorting through bins of equipment, no doubt looking for pieces of scrap he could bring back to the barracks to tinker with. “Your presence has been imperative to our development.”

“I don’t like when you talk about my ‘development,’” Wrecker groans.

“Everyone experiences development,” Tech snaps. “Psychological, physiological, emotional, character—“

“We care about you,” Hunter shrugs. “You’re one of us… kinda.”

Crosshair looks away, but nods. You can see him sneaking glances at you, anxiously to see how you react.

This sort of chokes you up. When they were younger you would always joke with them about growing big and strong and saving the Republic, but now… they’re getting older and soon they’ll be tested to go out into the field. And they’ll probably have a general and you won’t be able to be there for them anymore.

But you shake it off. They’re still young. They’re still not taller than you, and their faces are still boyish. 

“Oh, you crazy clones,” you say fondly, patting Crosshair on the back. “Don’t worry about protecting this old lady so much that you forget about protecting everyone else.”

“Statistically speaking, you do not meet the criteria to be called ‘old,’ as you are under the age of retirement—“ Tech started.

“No one cares, Tech,” Crosshair mutters.

“We just… don’t have anyone else, y’know? We hear the holonews, about the Chancellor saying stuff’s getting worse. We don’t want anything to happen to you,” Hunter points out nervously. 

“I appreciate the concern,” you say, resting your hands gently on his shoulders and pulling him into a gentle hug that is promptly ruined as Wrecker barrels into both of you, squeezing the air right out of your lungs. 

“You guys will do just fine, I think,” you muse, smiling at them after you’re back on your feet. “I’m pretty lucky to be under your protection, and so is the galaxy.”

[remycantwrite]

Comorbidity

a/n: happy may the fourth! welcome back star wars era remy :)

warnings: real acknowledgement of maul being disabled so if that makes you uncomfortable you can piss right off! this is a very vague x reader. set whenever you feel like it, just post-slice-n-dice.

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"You once said you were indifferent to pain."

Their hands remained gentle as they loosened his left shin prosthesis from the grooves where it fit against his metal thigh.

"I am." he gritted out, wishing they would just service his limbs in silence like the Mandalorians.

Shin removed, they could clean inside the rivets of the thigh piece, and he tried to pretend he didn't still have some semblance of discomfort twinging in his phantom thigh.

"Is is hard for you to let others do this? I am sure you might be capable of doing it yourself." they continue to clean gently, free hand gentle as it stabilizes his thigh.

"I don't like looking at it." Maul shuts the rest of the conversation down with a slight flick of the force--a warning pressure at their throat.

They work in silence, cleaning the opposite thigh with their head down. He doesn't feel bad. Too many questions. Even the youngest Zarbrak on his team knew not to ask too many questions.

Whatever pain he had been imagining eventually subsided, but it always took too much time for his liking. He supposed he should be grateful that it wasn't any pieces higher up his body. The seams where his flesh met the metal molds were the worst, each wince shooting all the way up his spine.

When they reattach the shin pieces, he kicks out both his legs from the side of the med table.

Stretching the left out first, then the right, they give Maul an approving nod.

"Anything feel loose?"

"No. It is satisfactory."

Letting his metal boots touch the floor, Maul felt all the pressure from his upper body rest upon the prosthesis. Balanced as it was supposed to be, a thin stream of the force trickled through the prosthetic limbs so he could trick himself into believing he still had feeling in the soles of his feet.

"Do you need your-"

"I changed it earlier. I can do that myself." More pressure on their throat. This time, it almost hurt.

They packed up the kit of tools and cleanser, one of the few items that made it out of Mandalore. Maul supposed he could thank the empire for removing tariffs on the cleanser--it was, after all, the same one they used on their droids. That little dehumanizing fact almost negated the price.

The look they gave him before turning away wasn't of pity, too gentle for his taste, but not entirely soft. It made him pause, reaching out with the force.

Very carefully, he probed into their mind. They stood still in the doorway, clearly able to feel it. Not that he usually took the time to hide his exploration.

He saw himself, as he usually did when he was reaching into someone's mind. Usually, it was dark images, blurry black edges from their fear. He would be quicker, stronger, scarier in their mind.

The image he saw now was different.

Quick and strong, yes. Scary, a little bit. The fear they felt around him was more of an afterthought--or a pre-thought. They knew what he was capable of, yes, perhaps more than several on the team. Yet the fear did not completely consume their vision of him. The darkness was only a slight vignette around the edges. It could grow and consume them, yes, but only when he decided to.

The oddest thing that struck him was that there was no pity.

They had seen him refuse any help, they had seen him entirely rely on others, they had seen all the parts of him that were no longer there. Metal parts that could be found in a scrapheap, if he looked hard enough.

But there wasn't any pity. Concern was different, and allowed only because it seemed to take subservience to their awe.

Awe, yes, that is what it was. Like the first time he saw a star that was not the hostile red sun of Dathomir. Even the cold energy of his Master watching him look out the ship's window did not dampen his awe.

Perhaps it was the same now. Even though they had seen him weak--frustrated and at the mercy of the toolbox and whether his body could withstand more pain, their awe was not subdued.

Memories of theirs flashed through both minds: him speaking at a meeting (how mundane), cutting a droid cleanly in half, and practicing his forms. Things anyone could do, and yet...

There were, of course, more impressive memories. Some squadron he took out. Some other meddling crime boss he talked down to. Him sitting sideways on a throne, pretending it was always his home.

The pathetic memories were there, too. Biting through his teeth till they bled when they fixed a joint near his hip. A loose shin fitting to the thigh piece, causing him to fall to one knee. Weak, weak, weak, but those were just his own thoughts.

One was far more intimate than they probably wanted him to read. One of their hands is on his bare chest, stabilizing him as they service some part of his metal body on his hip. He was hurting, of course, both hearts beating far too fast. One hand is curling into the sheets, and the other is coming up to dig his nails into their wrist.

"Breathe." they had whispered, quickly fixing the issue before he could yank them away.

With one final prod of a tool, it was over, and he released their wrist. Tiny pinpricks of blood seeped to the surface of their skin. But they kept their hand there, flat against his tattooed skin, waiting for his heartbeat to go down.

Their hand had been so warm, too warm.

He had gently wiped the blood away with his own hand, enough of an apology to suit them both. No thank-yous, either, as usual. The memory told Maul they didn't mind, either. All they could think about was the two heartbeats, slowing down to match the pulse from their own wrist--

"One of the new troops will help you next time." They said curtly, shutting down the memory.

"I see."

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[captainrexsgf]

not just a story

captain rex x fem reader

you’re the librarian for the 501st, who usually knows each soldier’s genre of choice pretty well. a particular captain asks for a change of pace, and you deliver

warnings: flirting, suggestive asffff

the library in the barracks of the 501st on coruscant was a humble one. it wasn’t huge, surely not as expansive as the jedi archives, but it did its job. whether it was to provide entertainment to troopers on leave, to educate them on past wars in the galaxy, or to punish them for poor behavior, your desk was always open from eight in the morning to five in the evening.

the job was pretty simple, and a little mundane sometimes, but it paid well as you were constantly at risk for being caught in the middle of an attack. luckily for you, you were surrounded by those trained to fight and protect.

a good chunk of the battalion was on leave, since they had just finished a campaign on some planet you did not care to learn the name of. all you knew is that some of them had overdue books, and you were ecstatic that most of the soldiers had returned to actually… return them.

a loud thump on your desk scared you out of your trance-like state as you were staring at your computer. a stack of about six books sat on the steel. you glanced behind the stack, seeing a heaving hardcase and a chuckling fives.

“i found ‘em all, miss,” hardcase huffed, scribbling onto the library card.

you raised an eyebrow, glancing at the date in which he checked these out. his name covered various lines, dating back to at least six months ago.

“you’re lucky i’m not allowed to fine you,” you said bluntly, taking the books and scanning them back into the system. you looked at the covers as you did so.

Mating Cycles of Ryloth, History of Dance Across the Galaxy, etc.

fives snickered, “man, what the kriff were you reading?”

“none of your business! i wanted something…educational,” hardcase snapped back.

“yeah, because ‘educational’ and ‘hardcase’ totally belong in the same category.”

it was your turn to snicker. you slid the books onto the return shelf beside you, making a mental note to put them back on their shelves later. you looked at fives.

“you returning anything?”

he threw his hands up in a casual surrender, “got nothing to return. i do want to check something out, though.”

you raised your eyebrows in anticipation. he reached behind his back and pulled a book from his belt. you looked at the cover as he handed it to you to scan.

it was clearly a filthy romance of some kind. if you were to guess, he was planning to read it out loud in the barracks to his brothers. it wouldn’t be the first time he’d done it.

you scanned the barcode, and you signaled for him to fill out the library card. his name, book title, and date checked out. you always thought the physical card was kind of redundant when you had a digital system, but it kept the clones extra responsible about returning them for some reason. they liked it, so you kept it.

the two clones giggled and ran away with their new prize, eager to read it to each other. whatever floated their boat, you guessed.

you snatched hardcase’s returned stash and cradled them in your arm. your time at this job really improved how much you could carry at a time. you perused the shelves, finding homes for each of the books.

you were on your last one, your gaze scanning the spines in order to find the right slot for the one in your hand. your eyes were tired with the amount of focus you needed to read the small letters.

it was too kriffing dark in there.

just as you found the right spot, a voice startled you out of your focus.

“miss?”

you jumped, gasping a little bit. you whipped around to see who snuck up on you, and your face flushed a little at the sight.

hello, captain.

rex huffed out a dry laugh at your reaction, “sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, cyare.”

you knew the word was a term of endearment in his mother tongue, but you were certain it was his way of teasing you.

“is there something i can do for you, captain?” you ask, sliding the book onto the shelf.

he watched your hands run over the spines, making sure they were even with each other. they lingered on the shelf.

“yes, actually. i need a book for leave,” he said, not taking his eyes off of your hands.

you thought back to what he usually checks out, “want another war tactics book? rex, we’re running out of ones you haven’t read.”

he dipped his head with a smile, letting out a light chuckle, “no, no. i was thinking a change of pace would be nice.”

a change of pace, huh?

a mischievous smile crept up onto your face as you recalled what fives had checked out earlier.

“i think i know exactly what you need. follow me.”

the clone captain followed you through the shelves, weaving through hundreds of books. you could feel rex staring at the back of your head, not focusing at all which section you were leading him too.

you arrived in the romance section, scanning the shelves for one particular book. you had read this one before, and one thing you really took away from it was how much it…ignited something in you.

you found the book, taking the burgundy-wrapped pages off of the shelf. you shoved it into his hands, and he eyed it curiously. he raised an eyebrow at you.

“it’s…a cute story. i promise,” you said.

he locked eyes with you, then back at the book, “well…i’ll take your word for it.”

~

rex settled into the sofa that sat in his private quarters. he was fresh out of the ‘fresher with sweatpants hanging low on his hips.

he eyed the cover once again: the taste of you

rex had always trusted your taste in books, but this one seemed a little…out there. it wasn’t a very long book, maybe two to three hundred pages. he shrugged to himself at opened it.

the story started out pretty normal. guys meet girl, girl thinks she has a crush on guy, so on and so forth. he was familiar with the concept of cute romances, but he wasn’t really hooked on the story yet.

he wanted to like it so bad since you recommended it to him. his eyes felt heavy from reading for so long, but he decided to give it one more chapter. he flipped the page, read a little down the page and-

kark.

his cheeks started to heat up with what he began to read, and it almost embarrassing, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. he couldn’t stop reading it.

the filthy language that decorated the pages was almost addicting. he could see it all play out in his head, but for some reason, instead of the main female character, he could only see your face.

he could only see your face, and his own hands running up and down your body, kissing you, touching you in all the places you needed him to.

he could see himself pinning your wrists above your head and-

stop, rex thought to himself.

all of the blood in his body had rushed south. he could still see the smile that decorated your face when he asked for something new.

you knew exactly what you were doing to him.

he had to put the book down to compose himself. deep breaths filled and left his lungs as he stared at the burgundy book that rested on the arm of the sofa.

“i’m gonna get you back for this one, cyare.”

~

your heart pounded in anticipation of seeing rex. you arrived to work that morning with a cup of caf and a smile that wouldn’t leave your features.

you were so excited to hear this thoughts about it.

your chair rolled as you plopped into it, signing in on the computer. clones usually didn’t show up right away in the morning, especially if they were on leave. they were usually recovering from a night at 79s.

however, you heard the door panel slide open a few moments later.

a fully armored captain was walking towards your desk, helmet on and all. he came up, wordlessly slammed the book onto your desk, and an impish smile crept onto your face.

“what’d you think, captain?” you cheesed, batting your eyelashes.

he just stared for a while, his breathing being a little heavy.

“i finished it,” was all he said.

“oh? so you liked it?”

he huffed, taking his helmet off. his eyes met yours, and you had never seen them blown so big before. he leaned down to your ear, taking your chin in his gloved fingers.

“so you think this is funny, cyare? hm?”

words died in your throat as your face flushed with heat, “maybe…maybe i do.”

a low chuckle echoed into your ear, making your heart skip a beat.

“my quarters tonight, cyare, and i’ll show you that doesn’t have to be just a story.”

[heartbreakinabottle99]

Hiii!! Can i request Reader x TBB, how they would make up to Reader after an argument?? 🙂

TBB Headcanons - Arguments

[fun fact: it’s been exactly 1,117 days since the bad batch season two finale aired. 168 weeks. 3 years. im still waiting for tech to come home. happy thursday.]

Wrecker

Hates arguing with you. The mere thought of you being mad at him is almost enough to take away his appetite 

Asks his brothers for advice on how to apologize to you

His initial apology is clumsy and not well thought out but he makes up for it with lots of hugs afterwards 

Transforms into a sad lost puppy sitting out in the rain whenever he tries to apologize. he’ll stare up at you with those big doe eyes of his, just silently begging for forgiveness 

Hunter

He’s the leader, he’s used to arguing with people. but it never makes it easier whenever he’s arguing with you

Approaches you afterwards with a heavy sigh, arms crossed and hair much messier than usual. Whether or not he actually won the argument, he’ll apologize regardless for making you upset. he values your opinion more than anyone else and he hates not being on the same page 

During the wartime however, his version of an apology comes in the form of keeping you extra safe on missions or maybe even taking a hit for you 

Crosshair

If he was given the choice to either apologize to you or get his own hand cut off, he’d choose the second option. hates apologizing more than anything in the world. even when he knows he’s wrong. especially when he knows he’s wrong

Might give you the silent treatment for the next couple of days. but on missions he suddenly becomes extra protective, making sure you’re safe at all times. bc even tho he’s still mad at you, he loves you more than anything and he knows loosing you means losing his entire world

His form of an apology comes days later with a hand on your shoulder and a gruff ‘sorry’ before moving on like nothing else happened. he might be a tad bit more physically affectionate afterwards but that’s just about it 

Echo

Absolutely hates leaving an argument unfinished. The only thing going through his mind is ‘what if this is the last conversation i ever have with them?’

Sits down with you after an argument with a scripted apology he memorized ten times over. his version of an apology isn’t a quick one and done thing. he wants to make sure you know that he’s truly sorry

During his apology, he tries to offer up solutions to the problem that started the argument in the first place

Becomes increasingly more protective and observant after an argument

Tech

The arguments between you two only happen because he’s convinced that he can do no wrong. most of the time he’s right, but that’s what makes arguing with him so incredibly frustrating

Gives you all the space you need if you leave and storm off. while waiting for you to calm down, he’ll do some research to determine the appropriate amount of time to wait before continuing the conversation

[for my girls out there] might bring up your menstrual cycle to explain your ‘sudden unexplained outbursts’ he’s lucky he’s cute

Absolutely hates the silent treatment. like genuinely hates it with every fiber of his being

during the actual argument itself, he never yells, never raises his voice, never interrupts you. he just stays infuriatingly calm and meets all of your emotional responses with cold and calculated ones

Records your heart rate, micro expressions, and triggers in order to analyze and prepare for future arguments 

The biggest argument you ever had with Tech was when making the decision to go to Eriadu. You wanted to stay. He wanted to go. “We have a life here, a good life here on Pabu. And you’re willing to throw it all away to rescue a man who tried to kill you like a hundred times!” 

“I already addressed the pros and cons of this mission. We all decided in favor of this mission. We don’t leave our own behind.” 

“It’s too dangerous, Tech!” 

“Your concern is unwarranted. Our team can handle any danger we may encounter on this mission.” 

“You’re not listening to me! I-I don’t want to loose you..” 

Tech went silent for a moment, quietly calculating his next move. “We will be fine. Like I said, your concern is unwarranted and frankly quite distracting.” 

“Seriously? Fine. Go on your stupid fucking mission. See if I care.” You turn away from Tech with tears bubbling up in your eyes. He calls out your name before hesitantly reaching out with one gloved hand. After a moment of hovering just above your shoulder, he sighs and retracts his hand.

“I would prefer to resolve this conflict before I leave.” 

No response. 

“I love you.” 

Again, nothing.

Tech turns and walks back up into the Marauder, the ramp closing behind him.

You would say ‘I love you’ when he got back.