#clonetrooper oc

[artisttomato]

i finally finished the 2nd part of my clone oc ref sheet redesigns. rinse and repeat are complete this time! this one took a while due to how many things that happened at once but im glad i got it done! i just have one more to rework!

[gatorbites-imagines]

Would you consider writing a Rex or Wolffe x a transmasc or male reader, possibly something hurt/comfort? If you were comfortable with it, maybe reader is nervous to come out to Rex or Wolffe and reader starts avoiding them until they’re finally confronted about it?

Regardless, keep up the good work!

-boba-filth

Clonetroopers x ftm reader

Headcanons

I added Cody, Fives and two of my clone ocs, as a treat ;)

I imagined the reader is a jedi whilst writing this ^^

Rex

-          You and Rex meet through Anakin, as he’s gotten in trouble once again and sends out a help signal which you respond too.

-          Rex notices not long after you start dating that there are things you are hiding, and that you are keeping your distance. He assumes it had something to do with you being a jedi and keeping your relationship a secret.

-          When you start outright ignoring him, Rex tries to give you space but it hurts to see you rush away from he comes near. He thinks it might be something he did. In the end he sends you a comm message to meet him so the two of you can talk.

-          The two of you finally meet up in your room that night, and Rex starts asking into why you’re avoiding him and asking what he did. It’s clear he’s hurt and that hurts for you as well since you know why but haven’t told him.

-          The truth just seems to force its way out as Rex starts tearing up and not meeting your eyes, and he freezes and looks back at you. You feel dread pool in your stomach, and the dread turn to confusion when he sighs of relief and hugs you. Relief fills you when he kisses your cheek and hugs you in a tight loving embrace.

-          You end up sitting on your bed and talking for a long time, you are telling him about your feelings, and him telling you about his. When you’ve finished talking, he tells you that he loves you no matter what, and is happy with whatever way you decide to present yourself.

-          He’s your biggest supporter even if you don’t come out in public, and helps you find ways to present that make you happy. Hed get Anakin’s help to sneak stuff to you that you need.

-          Wolffe and yourself meet when you travel with Plo Koon and his platoon on a trip to a planet where you will act as an advisor or support.

 

Wolffe

-          Like Rex it doesn’t like Wolffe long to notice you keeping your distance in certain ways, but Wolffe thinks its more because you want to take the relationship slow.

-          When you start ignoring him and running away when he gets close, Wolffe doesn’t really know what to do in the beginning. He tries messaging you on the comms or calling out to you when its just the two of you. In the end he sneaks into your personal room to confront you.

-          When you wake up and see Wolffe in your room, your horrified but he calms you down. He spills to you how he’s feeling and how he doesn’t want to keep hurting you if that’s why, and just wants to know what he did.

-          It ends with the two of you cuddling on your bed and you quietly telling him the truth.

-          He listens diligently and asks questions when there’s something he doesn’t understand.

-          When the both of you have reached a better understanding of it, he hugs you to his chest and kiss you, telling you he loves you for you, and he wants you to be happy. He says there’s even some clones who could cut your hair for you or he knows how to get you clothes your more comfortable in.

-          If you come out in public, he will make sure everyone follows the right pronounce and names. But if its just the two of you, he will still make sure to use the right stuff and comfort you if your dysphoria is bad.

-          You meet after you got in trouble on the planet Obi wan and his men were sent to battle on. It was all on accident that you fell out of the tree you were in and ended up in Cody’s arms.

 

Cody

-          Cody notices immediately that you are uncomfortable with certain touches and how you tense up at feminine words of affection, but he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable by asking.

-          Cody is very hurt when you start avoiding him. He starts to think that maybe you regret your relationship or don’t want to be seen with him. Maybe it was something he did? But he isn’t sure since you wont talk to him. He sends you multiple messages to meet him, and when you don’t respond he decides to go to your room at night to talk.

-          The two of you are silent and the air is tense as you sit on your bed not touching. It actually ends with you starting to talk first, apologizing for hurting him and avoiding him. When he asks why you hesitate, but the honest and open look in his eyes make you tell him the truth.

-          Hes quiet for a bit, and your scared he’s gonna reject you but he puts out this worry when he pulls you into his arms and kisses you.

-          Of course, he isn’t gonna leave you, he just wished you had told him earlier so he wouldn’t have worried why you were avoiding him.

-          Your relieved that’s how he feels, and little do you know but the moment you go to sleep he has ordered binders and to get tests done for hormone treatment for you.

-          He checks in on you every now and again and keeps a close eye on if your having a bad day or not after that.

-          The two of you meet at the temple when Anakin and Ashoka have to return to report their last mission. You are fixing up his personal ship when he comes over and shoots a flirty greeting and offers to help.

 

Fives

-          It takes a little longer than the others for Fives to realize how you’re shying away from his touches and affection, but when he does notice he realizes how you tense up and scrunch up your face at some of his flirty comments and alike.

-          Fives is very hurt when you ignore him. He doesn’t know how to talk to you about it and tries to get you to pay attention to him when its just the two of you, but you always just leave quickly. When you flinch away from his touch it hurts even more. He needs to know what he did, so he comes to your room.

-          Fives is tense when you let him in and the both of you a quiet for a while, until it just bursts out of him, and he almost ends up ranting about it all. How it hurts, how he’s confused, how he just wants you to tell him the truth and stop avoiding him.

-          You finally end up telling him, and he looks almost ashamed for his reaction and how he was ranting at you. You have to explain some things about it, but he is very supportive and open to learning

-          You both end up spending a good portion of the night looking through different resources you need and some for him to learn. Fives and you finally fall asleep late into the night and he cuddles close to you which makes it clear he still loves you very much.

-          He starts using more masculine sounding compliments and pet names.

Misprint

 

(Ocs after here)

-          You meet Misprint late at night in the halls of one of the many buildings set up to house the clones. You had to give a report to someone, and bump into the chest of the clone. You’ve never seen him before, and you feel you would remember him from his appearance.

-          Misprint realizes before you even start dating that you aren’t comfortable with your body, but he assumes it might be body image issues, or that it has something to do with the jedi order.

-          Misprint is hurt when you avoid and ignore him, and he starts spiraling in his mind that maybe he did something wrong and that he doesn’t deserve you anyways. The two of you go for a while and avoid each other, but he finally gets enough when he sees you try and leave the room one too many times, and he pulls you into an empty storage locker.

-          He is silent when he looks you down, his one blue eye seeming to almost light up in the dark room. Its very tense before he finally breaks and tells you in quiet short sentences that if you really dislike him so much you should break up, so you could be happier with someone else.

-          You panic because that’s not why, and when he doesn’t look convinced, you bite the bullet and finally tell him.

-          He looks at you and goes “oh. Is… is that it?”. He doesn’t mean it in a way to put down your feelings, just that he never saw it as a reason to break up with you. He wants you to be happy no matter what, so he has no problem with it.

-          He uses his not so legal connections to smuggle what you need into the temple for you, if your not comfortable going through the jedi medics to get it.

-          You meet when you are on a mission to the outer rim by yourself. When you catch what looks like a clone sitting along in a cantina, you want to go over and talk to him, but he leaves before you can catch him.

 

Mythosaur

-          You meet again after he saves your life after you almost get killed by whoever you were tracking out here, and you end up following him until he’s willing to talk to you. Since he’s already killed those, you were after and your mission could have taken months you decide to partner up with him, even though he’s not very happy about it in the beginning.

-          It takes him a lot longer than he’d like to admit noticing you not being comfortable with yourself or being touched in certain ways. He himself is quite uncomfortable with that stuff so he tries to understand.

-          Its kinda hard to avoid someone on the same ship, when it’s a small ship mainly made for one or two people. But he notices you staying in your room most of the time. In the beginning he’s angry or annoyed since you wanted to come along, but he ends up becoming more and more sad by it. Its when you wont even come out to eat that he goes to confront you.

-          He looks angry when he gets in, but that’s just how he normally looks when he’s feeling any emotion. He tells you that you can avoid you all you want but you can’t neglect your health because he cares about you and doesn’t want you hurt.

-          He sits down beside where you’re lying on your bed, and its quiet in the room. He looks emotionally tired like he doesn’t know what to do since he isn’t very in tune with his emotions.

-          It feels like the best time your gonna get, and you come out to him.

-          He quietly listens and nods along, taking in everything you’re telling him. He looks interested to know what it is and what it means to you.

-          When your done telling him he just nods again, kisses your forehead, and tells you he loves you no matter what, and tells you to go get something to eat as he leaves back to the pilot seat.

-          He goes out of his way to find trustful doctors in the outer rim to help you along on your way in whatever process you’re taking. He starts working on getting better at communicating so a situation like this doesn’t happen again.

[jinn-the-storyteller]

Sans X GN!Reader FanFic

Falling Stars

Master List

Warnings:

Grab some tissues

“Hex! Comm in!”

Silence.

“Hex! Answer me, Hex!”

Nothing.

“Hex, damnit! Answer you kriffing comm!”

“-ack! My comms -ing out! Gen- -ear me?”

“Hex! I can hear you but you’re breaking out as well!”

“I got a visual on him!” Steele says, joining the comm channel. “I’m joining him now!”

“What’s your guys’ position?” Sans asks, moving up to stand beside you. You take in his dirtied face and tired but determined expression. He’s long since abandoned his helmet, it having cracked in multiple spots, practically falling apart on his head. But those blaster shots aren’t focused on you right now, so you take the moment to catch your breaths. The beautiful sunset in the background of the battlefield has never been an uglier sight to you. Neither of you focus on it, though, because the sounds of men screaming around you occupy your senses.

“We’re two klicks to the south! We’re under heavy fire!” Steele yells through.

“Fall back! Regroup with us up here!” you shout back, hand gripping tighter on your lightsaber. Sans shifts his grip on his blaster, anxiously waiting for a response.

“-an’t move! We’re pin- -own in the back!” Hex’s voice cracks into the silent comm channel.

“Okay, just hold out as best as you can! Tie should be leading some air reinforcements down soon!” you assure them, glancing up at the sky. You briefly let out a sigh of relief as you see Tie leading Bomber Squadron down to the battle.

“Don’ worry, boys!” Tie cheers as he joins the comm channel, “lil’ ol’ Tie is here and he’s gonna make Bomber proud! I ‘ope he’s watchin’ from wherever dead clones go!” The ground shakes and rumbles as the squadron launches its attack on the enemy, and you think for a second that you have a chance now. You quickly realize how wrong you are.

“Tie! Fly away! They’re ready for you, you won’t survive!”

“But we’re beatin’ ‘em now!” Tie responds, and you watch as they launch another attack.

“Tie! Don’t make me give you an order! I’m asking you to fall back before you all die!”

“We’re not gonna-“ Your eyes widen as a yell leaves your chest, and Sans catches you as you try and lunge forward, reaching towards where Tie’s fighter is now plummeting to the ground.

“Tie!”

“I’m sorry, Gen-“ The comms go static as the fighter crashes into the ground, exploding on impact and bursting into flames. The other fighters soon join, falling down all around you. The now pitch dark night sky is lit up by the flames of compromised ships. They almost look like falling stars, ones much too close for comfort. You cling tighter to Sans, unable to hide your fear. He holds you in his arms as you tremble, and you each come to the same realization at once.

“Mesh’la-“

“Hex! Steele! Are you still in the same position?” you say, tears leaking into your voice as you cut your commander off. He leans closer to you, listening to their response.

“We managed to get back to you guys, we’re at the edge of the trees!” Steele says. You and Sans turn to see where they were leading the rest of your battalion from, and your heart clenches in your chest. Just as they step out into the open, a hellfire rains down on them. Another shriek of pain from watching your beloved soldiers, no, your friends die, rips from you.

Sans claps his hand over your mouth, pulling you away until his back hits a boulder. You can feel him trembling behind you, and your tears soak his gloves. Your mouth is still open, and more screams try to leave it, but Sans’s calm shushing in your ear quells them.

“Aid?” he speaks into his comm. “Aid, are you there? Can you comm in?”

“I’ve got too many wounded, Sans! We’re dropping like flies!”

“Aid, get out of here! Save yourself!”

“I can’t abandon you or any of our other brothers, Sans! I wasn’t able to save Bomber, and I’ll be damned if I don’t try to save any of these men!”

“Aid, you’re going to get yourself killed!”

“Then I’ll die fighting for my brothers!” Aid responds, and your hands dig at Sans’s that still covers your mouth. You manage to turn your head and look at him, and the tears leave dirty streaks down his face. You can see the fear in his eyes, and it’s haunting. There’s no hope in them, not like there normally is. He’s truly given up, accepting his loss. And no matter how hard he tries, he can’t hide it from you.

You bring your own shaky hand up to hold his face, and his leaves your mouth to cradle your cheek. You inhale a sharp breath before your lips are meeting his. One of his hands goes to wrap around your back, the other pressing into the back of your head, pushing you closer. The kiss doesn’t last long, but your faces are still held close as you each suck in a breath through your teeth.

The unmistakable sound of the venator above being blown apart fills the air. It’s a sound of nightmares, one that would haunt any survivor’s dreams. You know that if you pull back from Sans and watch, that the debris and wreckage would look just like the squadron, like falling stars.

Your tears mix, and his hand tightens its hold on the back of your head. He practically squeezes you, but you distantly realize that you’re doing the same to him.

“I don’t want to die, mesh’la,” he manages to choke out, and his words cut through you like a knife. You press another kiss to his lips, but it’s more teeth than anything.

“I didn’t get to marry you.” The words leave him in a half sob, half laugh. You don’t find any humor in it though. You just shift to hold him tighter against you.

“I had a whole life after the war planned out with you. All the places we would go, all the things we would do. Us. Together.” The sound of the battle getting closer barely registered to you, as your mind was too occupied with your final moments with the man you love.

“D-do you have them?” you ask, and Sans nods against your forehead. “Then…then let’s do it. Now.”

“Mesh’la, we can’t marry ourselves,” he says, this time more of a laugh than before. You shake your head, stifling your sobs.

“Yes. We can. And we will.”

“In the middle of a battle?”

“Sans.”

“In these outfits?”

“Just give me the damn ring, Sans!” you nearly yell, and he pulls away to stare at you for a second. His hand brushes against your cheek, and you lean into it as his other hand goes down to his belt. He takes your wedding rings from inside his pouch, and he hands you his.

“Do you even know what the words to the vows are?” he asks as he slips his glove off.

“I karking love this di’kut and I’m going to be by his side until my final breath,” you say, and he lets out a chuckle as you slip his ring onto his finger.

“I karking love this gorgeous person, and I’m going to be by their side until my soul can no longer exist,” he says, slipping yours onto your finger.

“You had to make it better than mine?” you tease.

“Hey, I still said ‘karking’.”

“Just kiss me already and make it official,” you say, and you both lean forward, new tears spilling from your eyes. The feeling of an explosion landing just to the right of you doesn’t break you apart. Instead, you cling closer to one another, your trembling intensifying.

“Gods, my spouse is amazing. Perfect. No one can compare,” Sans breathes out, another explosion landing farther ahead. The enemy was getting closer. The sounds of the droids marching was getting louder. And the cries of the troopers were becoming fewer.

“Not as amazing as mine,” you say, and he huffs out a laugh.

“But I thought I was a di’kut?”

“You’re my di’kut. My di’kut husband.” The sound of a trooper being shot, and then falling down beside the boulder you were behind, tore your attention from Sans briefly, but he quickly caught your face and made you look back at him.

“Focus on me, y/n,” he says, and his eyes change. They’re no longer fear-filled, no longer hopeless. Now they hold love, devotion, and peace. They were safe, you were always safe when you were near Sans. Even more so when you were in his arms. And now, looking at him, you knew you weren’t safe, you were anything but safe. But you felt safe. You felt secure, knowing that he would live up to his vow, and you would live up to yours.

“Us clones are like falling stars,” he says. “People only notice us at our end, when we burn out. But you, you’ve always noticed us. Even before we knew who you were. To you, we were the stars that always lit up the night sky. You loved every single one of us.”

“I love every single one of you,” you mutter out. “I will never stop loving any of you. Especially not the brightest one.”

“And who is the brightest one?” Sans asks, a small smirk coming to his lips.

“You are, Sans. You are the brightest star.” His smile grows before you catch the brief flick of his eyes to look at something behind you. Only briefly does something flash in them, and it’s too brief for you to decipher.

“Say it one more time, mesh’la.”

“Say what?”

“That you love me. Because, I love you. I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too, Sans.” He pulls you in closer then, pressing his lips to yours one last time, and you sense it behind you. You close your eyes and bring your hand up to cradle his face, and he cradles your body to his. You share your final breaths with him, the air mixing between the two of you.

And then a single blast fires out. Your body sags against his, and his arm drops from around you. You’re no longer holding his face, but you're still pressed together. The tears stop falling from either of you, and your bodies still from their trembling.

When the droids approach you, they pay little attention to your hands that are still limply held together, your lifeless fingers intertwined. Nor do they notice the night sky, where stars are falling down. Enough stars fell that night to represent each member of the 17th battalion, the battalion that died like falling stars.

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[murdersansy]

here are some more of my star wars oc....

(do people get tired of me posting this)

[fedoraqueen]

Hey so I wasn’t sure what to put so I kind of winged it and this is the result… Here’s the fic. @clonewarsreturns

Healing on Ryloth. In the aftermath of Ryloth’s liberation, Jedi General Thahali Junn and Padawan Paulo begin to help with relief efforts. Unfortunately not everyone can stay completely on task.

Blueberry loved his general’s padawan. He genuinely did, he would die for the big lug. But if he could change one thing, It would be to see over or around him. And that’s what the problem was at the moment. He was behind a hulking 10ft youngling.

he stood on his toes trying to even see if there was a better place to move, but no such luck. Everywhere was too tall for him.

“ Having trouble there captain?”

“ Shut up robin.”

“ I was just asking.”

“ Now you’re just shutting up. That’s an order.”

“ Yes sir.”

Blue fumed under his helmet and crossed his arms trying to figure out a better way to get around. His brothers snickering at his sides. He decided to stuff his pride down.

“ Paulo I can’t see.”

The padawan turns around confused.

“ What? How?”

“ You make a better door than a window buddy.”

“ oh. Well I can help!”

“ Well yeah Can I just-”

Paulo bends down and holds him up so he can see. The snickering gets louder. He shifts around and climbs up Paulo’s arm to his shoulder.

“ So where are they-” Blue doesn’t get to finish as they’re pummeled by beanbags knocking him off Paulo, “ RETURN FIRE!! ”

They never stood a chance as they’re beaten down by Tarragons group.

“ We win!” Tarragon crows and leaps off the cliff above them, several twi’lek children following and giggling, Blue gets off the ground and dusts himself off grinning under his helmet.

“ You honestly didn’t hear us coming?”

“ No I did! Just wanted to see Robin and Buzz get hit.”

Said clones groan as they’re swarmed by twi’lek children trying to see how their armor worked.

“ BOY’S!” They all freeze and look towards the source of the shout.

Thahali stood in front of them folding her arms. Blueberry, Paulo and Tarragon scramble to their feet and salute.

“ What are you doing?”

“ Tactical games with the younglings?”

“ Bean bag throwing?”

“ I climbed up Paulo.”

Thahali shakes her head and points to the open ship.

“ Go help get that food out of there. Now.”

Paulo stands and starts jogging towards the ship, Tarragon Buzz and Robin close behind him. Blueberry leans against her shaking his head.

“ Can you believe the Nerve of some people. I’d be very disappointed if I were you.”

Thahli moves, sending him into the dirt.

“ Go help unload you slacker.”

He Gives an indignant gasp, “ I am insulted at the very insinuation I would slack off!”

The cathar raises an eyebrow, Blue picks himself up off the ground. “ Okay I’m going.”

“ Good. Go do your job.”

He laughs and waves behind him towards the little twi’leks. “Ash haku sareen thingku if nu ask ash’ll share!” ( She has sweets, If you ask she’ll share!”

“ BLUEBERRY!”

He cackles as She’s swarmed with little kids politely asking for her stash of sweets as he joins his brothers.

_________________________________________________________________________

“ You are on latrine duty for the next month.”

“ Worth it.”

She gently hits the back of his head. “ You owe me more sweets.”

“ I’m a sweet. If I give you my arm does that count?”

“ No.” She sighs and sits down for the first time for the day. “ How did things go on your front?”

“ All good. We managed to get some houses rebuilt before we got distracted.”

“ That’s good…” She leans closer to him and lowers her voice. “The council and senate find this to be a waste of resources.”

“ To be frank they both don’t come to these kinds of places to help rebuild. I’d like to see wrinkly old Palpatine do any of this! Or any of them try it!”

Thahali snorts, looking at her friend. His helmet on the ground, fluffy red hair falling past his shoulders. She finds herself staring too long, she looks away to see Tarragon, Buzz and Whiskers playing a game with a ball with the younglings. Paulo Robin and Dk are lounging by a fire talking with some of the adults. Blueberry puts his hand on her shoulder.

“ When we do things like this, It not only helps people know the Jedi care, It let’s them know us clones aren’t just meat droids.” 

“ That’s profound coming from you… But you’re right.” She smiles and looks back down at her captain, His gapped tooth grin is contagious.

“ I’m going to go play with them.”

She laughs, “ Have fun. I’ll go be an adult.”

“ Have fun with that!”

They go their separate ways, Thahali striding towards the fire with a smile on her face and a newfound determination in her step.

[jinn-the-storyteller]

Sans X GN!Reader FanFic

You Belong With Me

I’m not a Taylor Swift fan, but this song inspired so many Sans feelings I had to write them

Major shoutout to the amazing @imabeautifulbutterfly for helping me with this, and so many other things! My love for you is endless, and I’m linking your master list because your work is also INCREDIBLE!! I would not be here without you :) <3💜!!!

Also! In my mind, Sans is pronounced like Han lol, just wanted to let y’all know!

Not another Sans self insert

Master List

79’s is crowded tonight, but that doesn’t keep Sans from keeping an eye on you. He has to watch over you, protect you. It’s his duty, you’re his general.

You’re his general, and so much more.

It’s the same every time. You come with Sans and some others from the 17th. You all laugh and joke together, the clones getting wasted while you only get a buzz. Sans is always right by your side, until a group of clones from another battalion steal you away. That’s when he becomes the protective eye, keeping watch at a distance, making sure you don’t end up in any undesirable situations.

But tonight was different. He’d watched over you, seen as the clones flirted with you, and you teased them back. No one ever really got with you, and they knew they wouldn’t. You were searching for that special person, the one that’s meant for you.

But now, standing there watching you flirt, you trying to see if maybe this one was the right person, Sans finally had enough. Watching you lean over and plant a sweet kiss on another man’s cheek was too much for him tonight.

Sans sets glass down on the nearest table and mumbles something to Steele and Hex about needing air, and pushes his way out the doors.

The Coruscant air chills him instantly, and the quiet is enough to hear his rapid heart racing in his chest. He takes a few steadying breaths, and looks up to the sky. The streetlights are bright, and he wonders if the moon would be as well, somewhere where you could see the sky.

His mind slips back to you, to how he wishes you would just see him. See how he’s been there, how he’s been waiting, patiently, ever since his eyes laid on you.

Why can’t you just wake up and find that what you’re looking for has been here the whole time?

~~~

You glance away from the group of troopers you are entertaining, and you do right as Sans slips out of the doors. Your smile falls and you’re instantly worried. He never leaves early, or alone. He’s always keeping an eye over you. You wonder if something happened with one of your troopers, or if it’s something else.

“Hey, I’ll be right back,” you say, and the troopers nod and continue their conversation. You make your way to the exit and push the doors open into the Coruscant night.

It’s chilly, but not cold enough to bother you. The lights above brighten the streets, and you’d never know it was night if you hadn’t had a chrono to tell the time. But your surroundings don’t hold your attention, you instantly look to find your commander.

He’s silently standing against the wall, looking up at the sky, but his eyes aren’t taking anything in. He’s deep in his mind, in his thoughts.

“Sans?” You ask hesitantly, noticing the sadness on his expression that he wasn’t quick enough to hide.

“Mesh’la,” he says, turning and smiling at you. A smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Sans, what’s wrong?” You ask, reaching a hand out to him, but he flinches away. You freeze. Sans never flinches from you. If anything, he’s the one reaching out for you, pulling you in for hugs, assuring you that he’s there.

The air around him is tense and filled with sorrow, longing. You’ve felt it come in bits from him, but never this strong. You didn’t understand, had you missed something? Had he been flirting with someone while watching over you? Did someone hurt him?

“I just-you don’t understand,” he says, clenching his fists at his sides.

“Sans, talk to me,” you say quietly. “Help me understand.” You watch him as he internally fights with something. You can see that there’s so much he’s not saying, so much he’s holding back. You can’t help but fear that maybe you’re the one who’s hurting him. The thought scares you. You love Sans more than anything, and the last thing you want is to hurt him.

“I don’t like them,” he says finally, staring ahead into the street.

“You don’t like who? The other boys?”

“Yes! They just…they’re not right for you,” he says, fighting the urge to just tell you everything that’s on his mind. He can’t look at you, because he knows if he does, he won’t be able to hold back.

“Not right for me? Sans, that’s not fair. You don’t know them, how do you know they’re not right for me?”

“I…it doesn’t matter,” he says, sighing and turning to look down the street. His back was to you now, and you could see how tense his shoulders were.

“Sans, I have to try. And who knows, maybe one of them is the right one for me.”

“But they don’t get your humor like I do,” he says, turning around suddenly. “They’ll never know your story like I do.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Because, that’s what someone who loves you is supposed to do, what they’re supposed to know.”

“Well, I don’t want them to, Sans. I don’t want them to know me like you do. You’re one of my best friends-“

“That’s just it, y/n!” he yells, throwing his arms up. “I’m your friend! I’m your commander. You rely on me in battle and outside of it.”

“Sans, I don’t get what you’re saying,” you say, drawing your brows together as you try to understand.

“Y/n, if you could see that I’m the one who understands you. I’ve been here all along, so why can’t you see?” He says, tossing his head back against the wall, closing his eyes and sighing in frustration.

“See what, Sans?” You ask, grabbing his arm. This time he doesn’t move away, he just slowly opens his eyes and looks at you. He studies you for a second before speaking quietly.

“That you belong with me.”

You’re silent as you process his words, and he keeps his gaze steady with yours. You're taken aback, but not because you don’t want him liking you.

“Sans-“

“I remember you flying to my barracks in the middle of the night. I’m the one who makes you laugh when you know you’re about to cry. And I know your favorite songs, and you tell me about your dreams.”

You feel yourself wanting to pull him close, but your body won’t move. All you can do is stand there and process his words as they consume you. After a few moments of silence, he breaks it softly.

“I think I know where you belong, y/n,” he says quietly, reaching out and holding your cheek with his hand. You look up at him, eyes glassy as you take in his desperation.

In the next moment, Sans’s emotions overtake him. He loses control, and he’s doing what he’s wanted to since he realized he’d fallen so deeply in love with you. His hand moves from your cheek to rest on your waist, and he leans down to you, pausing for a brief second to look in your eyes before he closes the distance.

His lips are sweet and rough, chapped from the harshness of the war. But they mold perfectly to yours, and he presses closer to you. As you get lost in him, he spins you around so that your back is against the wall instead of his. One of your hands goes to his hair, keeping him from pulling away because you don’t think you could survive without him.

You’re caught up in each other, caught up in the moment. Neither of you wants to break apart. After waiting for so long, you both had gotten what you truly desired.

Sans slowly pulls away, bringing his hand back up to hold your cheek. You stare wordlessly at him, unable to express your emotions.

Sans’s voice nearly breaks as he says the next few words, and as you look into his eyes, you see the pure want in them. How desperate he is for you, for your love. How much he really means his words.

“Have you ever thought, just maybe, that you belong with me?”

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[jinn-the-storyteller]

I should write a fic where reader and Sans are holding each other as the world around them erupts in battle, and they know they’re not going to survive so they just keep each other close, waiting for their deaths

[jinn-the-storyteller]

Hey guys! So I’ve decided that I would love to collab with an artist on my Jawa Squad fics!

I’m hoping that there might be an artist out there who would want to make art of my OC clone troopers for each of their backstories!

There’s no requirements, and I’d love to collab with more than one person if multiple people want to work with me!

If you’re interested, feel free to comment or message me!