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[deanmoth]

Michael & Alex | RNM S3 E13

[reigningmax]

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[starl1ght-child]

“Your hands Are so warm” with Shaxx maybe revealing his face... to reader... and it’s all cute and romantic 😘

This is so soooooft, just, shaxx melting in your palms because the first time he’s ever felt your touch on his cheeks is just so warm.

CW: there’s a bit of a praise kink in this one

Lord Shaxx x Reader - Touch

You were having a great day.  Eleven straight, flawless victories in the Crucible.  Shaxx was in awe with you, too.  He was practically screaming in your ears, showering you in compliments and praise; words that made your heart swell and your stomach simultaneously tie itself in knots.  Shaxx was good at giving praise where it was due, but with you?  Traveler, it was something else.  He seemed to make it his life’s work to keep you confident, yet humble.  Since the moment you two swore your devotion to one another, it was like he made it his life’s work to shower you with flattery and praise.

When you transmatted into the Tower, you were practically running towards Shaxx’s balcony.  Not to say that he pushed the other Guardians talking to him aside when he caught sight of you, but he certainly rushed to finish his business with them.  You waited for your turn to speak to him, but he was hurrying everyone along. Once they were gone, he slipped his arms around you and lifted you off your feet, swung you around, and laughed heartily.

“THAT WAS AMAZING!”  He shouted.  “I HAVEN’T SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THAT SINCE IKORA’S CRUCIBLE DAYS!”

You laughed gleefully as he set you down.  “Traveler, Shaxx,” you breathed.  “I’ve never felt so accomplished.”

His tone softened as his hands cupped your jaw and lifted your gaze to meet his helmet.  “You should be proud!  I have never been more impressed by you.  You have come so far, Guardian, you own the field, now.”

Your face flushed as you placed your hands over his.  “Please, you’re flattering me, Shaxx.  Today was just a very, very good day.”

“No,” his voice rumbled through his chest as he let out a small laugh.  “You are being humble, you are one of the best in the Crucible now.”

A small smile tugged at your lips, though you didn’t deny his words this time.  He leaned down and pressed the face of his helmet against your forehead.  “I have a surprise for you,” he whispered so low you almost didn’t catch his words.  “Come with me.”

Before you could say anything, he was already pulling you away from his balcony and down towards the lower, less populated areas of the Tower.  His hand was firmly placed on the small of your back as he guided you though the dimly lit corridors.  He stopped you in place next to a door, typed a code into the pin pad on the wall, and the door slid open.  Shaxx tilted his head towards the door, so you followed his direction and went inside.  Your eyes scanned the room, it was small, but functional:  a bed in the corner that was so neatly made you could bounce a coin off it; a small, but function kitchen directly to your right; numerous weapons and parts littered the workbench that spanned the entire left side of the room; photographs of Shaxx with numerous others were framed and mounted on the wall.  You blushed as you approached them and caught a photograph you had taken with him, and there was one of you, as well, looking over the balcony.

“This is your home,” you murmured softly.

“Yes,” Shaxx replied tenderly.

Your shoulders stiffened and you whirled around to see him placing his helmet on the edge of the workbench.  You froze in place as you laid eyes on his features.  His dark complexion was marred by scars, but looked as soft as velvet.  His eyes—Traveler, his irises were such a deep, dark brown that seemed to swallow his pupils, but they glimmered with wisdom and mystery.  A scar cut across his right eye, from his forehead to his cheekbone, another followed a similar path over his temple, and smaller scars decorated the rest of him.  A thin layer of dark stubble decorated his cheeks and jaw.

He noticed your silence and walked over to you with a smile.  His lips were full and made wrinkles appear at the corners of his eyes and lips, but maker, the sight of his smile almost made your knees give out from underneath you.  He closed the distance between the two of you in three strides, the closer he got the harder your heart pounded in your chest.  “Hello, my love,” he whispered.  “I thought… it was time for you to see who I am.”

You were speechless.  You were nearly in tears and you were overjoyed, knowing that you were likely the only one who has seen his face.  Slowly, you reached up and cupped his face.  Slowly his eyes closed and he leaned into your touch, his hands covered yours as he pressed his face into your palms.

You had never heard him speak so softly as his head turned and he pressed his lips against your palm.  “Your hands are so warm…”

You smiled as you combed your fingers through the stubble on his face, and for a moment, you thought you heard him sigh contentedly.  He seemed to be melting into your hands like puddy.  You pressed your forehead against his.  

“Shaxx,” you started, but his hand slipped off of yours and his thumb pressed against your lips to silence you.

“Stop.  Just let me stay with you for a while.”

“Am I the only one?”  You continued.  His eyes opened, he looked at you curiously, and pulled back slowly.  “Am I the only one who’s seen your face?”

His fingers combed through your hair until his hand settled on the back of your neck.  Slowly, he nodded.  “The only one alive.”

A smile crept to your lips and you held his face in your hands as you stood up on your toes and kissed him.  His hand on the back of your head pressed you tighter against his lips; his arm wrapped around your waist.

“I hope that’s not an omen for me,” you giggled softly.

A low chuckle rumbled through his chest.  “After that display today?  Never.  You could take entire armies and emerge from the dust victorious.”

Warmth flushed your cheeks and your smile turned sheepish.  “Maybe.”

Shaxx laughed, full and hearty, and lifted you into his arms.  “If I have to spend the rest of my lifetime telling you so, I will.  You are stronger than you give yourself credit.  And you are the only one worthy of seeing me.”

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[unfinishedjulyrainarchive]

"Why do you look so cuddly?? Your face... I want to squish it... come here" [from pinky to haru]

lovely letters ♡ | @temporalobjects

He grins from ear to ear, indeed fond of the way Pinky was gushing over him. Who would not when your beloved girlfriend praised you like this? You feel compelled to enjoy every last bit of it so Haru obliges and scoots closer to the female, a soft hum of approval escaping his lips. "Here you go, squish all you want!" He likes to add she can squish other body parts of his as well but this time, it is supposed to stay innocent, a simple but just as effective method to show your appreciation and love. Even now - or rather especially now - Pinky loves the sexiest. When she is happy. And Haru takes the liberty of hugging her waist so her sweet scent surrounds him completely.

[shadowlight17]

Here is a prompt for you: Bronze being happy and enjoying something with a friend

MORE FLUFF?!?!? *WHO AM I AND WHAT HAVE I DONE WITH SHADOW* Don't worry! It's only because someone else stole my angst gremlin lol. BUT HERE YOU ARE. *HOW ABOUT SEVERAL FRIENDS* -- Bronze was slightly nervous. Not for any fault of his own. It was just...this was the first time that he would be seeing some of his first friends in a long time. He hadn’t seen them practically since ARC training, and now that the war was over there was time to enjoy things. To sit back and relax. He stepped off the gunship, splitting off from his eager brothers as they went their separate ways to meet up with surviving batchmates, old squadmates and battalions and sometimes just friends if they’d managed to make any of those. Bronze smiled as the familiar building loomed up in front of him. The GAR barracks. Spread evenly out underneath the shipyards to house the clone army whenever the ships weren’t a feasible place to be. And now, Bronze was here looking for not one, but two battalions and a few straggling friends he was excited to see. Jesse saw him first, nudging Hardcase wildly and Hardcase let out a whoop, bounding off of the pipe he’d been reclining against to start towards Bronze. Bronze couldn’t help but grin as he tugged off his helmet, knowing he was a bit of a sight. The last fight he’d been involved in hadn’t been pretty and he still had a black eye from where he’d gotten punched by a droid unluckily. But he was still here. And so were they. Which was all that mattered in the long run. -- Continued beneath the cut! --

“Bronze!!” “‘Case!! Jesse!!” Bronze clasped Hardcase’s forearm and was immediately pulled into a hug. Jesse reached around Harcase and joined the hug. “Kriffin’ good to see you again, Bronze!” Hardcase rumbled and Jesse nodded. He looked tired, but unharmed. “It really is.” Bronze replied, looking both up and down. “Where’s the rest of Epsilon?” He asked and both Jesse and Hardcase grinned. “They’re setting stuff up. Were going to have a movie night and vodpile on one of the couches Senator Amidala brought. You interested?” Jesse explained and Hardcase nodded, finally breaking the hug and giving Bronze space, bouncing a little bit in space. “Oh hell yes. That sounds like the perfect finish!” Bronze said quickly, already moving past them towards the barracks. Hardcase and Jesse quickly caught up and Hardcase started rambling on how he’d been stuck on Coruscant with General Skywalker while Jesse had gone with the 332nd to apprehend Maul. Jesse cut in at one point as they walked down the winding hall towards the rec room. “You’ll never believe how big our little Commander got!” He said, a grin threatening to split his face. Bronze smiled fondly at the memory of his tiny Commander protecting him and his squad as well as them teaching her to play sabaac. “I’ll have to say hello to her when I get a chance too.” He said and turned the corner to the rec room. Everyone was there. Denal, Singer, Kameron and Koho squabbling over a bucket of popcorn while Kix munched on his own bucket. Ridge in the corner already curled up and fast asleep in a blanket, Rex fighting with projector with Echo giving him tips and Fives rolling his eyes. Tup was curled around Dogma while the latter squawked wildly. Coric was overseeing the slight wrestling match with a sigh and Bronze stared at the scene with a swelling in his chest. They slowly seemed to recognize he was there and he smiled at seeing all of them, feeling the smile warp slightly where his scars were, but of course no one cared. “Bronze!!” “Vod!” “Vod’ika!” Rex actually let out an exclamation at seeing him and passed the remote over to Echo before moving over quickly and wrapping Bronze into a hug. “So good to see you Bron’ika. Glad you’re safe.” Rex mumbled into his ear and Bronze happily hugged back. “Glad to be back. And to be safe. I’m glad you all are safe too.” He responded and the group of 501st troopers let them have their moment. “There’s a spot on the couch for you.” Koho said from where he was munching happily on the popcorn and Bronze’s smile widened impossibly. “Let me ditch the armor, vode. I’m finally home.” -- AAAND THERE YA HAVE IT!!! Prompts still open in the ask box!! Things will be appropriately spoilered and tagged if needed!! Please remember to read those to decide if you do or don't wanna read as more prompts come!! THANK YOU!!!

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