Congratulations on your follower milestone!! You deserve all of them and more! I'm sorry it took me so long to send in a request! If it's too late, I totally understand.
I will request something with Hunter (Star Wars) and the quote: "It doesn't matter who you are or what you look like, so long as somebody loves you."
I hate to be picky, but I've been so emotional lately, maybe I could ask that it not be a sad one? There can be angst, as long as it's not a sad ending? If that doesn't work out, let me know!
Thank you!
Carol (@clonethirstingisreal)
@clonethirstingisreal I'm so sorry you've been emotional lately. So I've tried to write something with a bit of angst but a whole lot of fluff. So I hope you like it.
Sending you a big squishy hug.
Love oo.
I'm That Somebody
Warning: Tease, fluff, slight angst, self-doubt, questioning the other person's love, tenderness, kissing, hugs. I think that's it, if I miss anything please let me know.
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Hunter sat in front of the comm station of your ship, smiling to himself, his eyes closed as he swung the chair back and forth slightly with his foot. Enjoying the simple peace of a supply run. No bounty hunters. No Hemlock. No Empire. Just a simple supply run.
You smirked as you saw him in his element.
“What’s got you so happy?”
“Just enjoying the restful trip.”
“More like you’re enjoying the quiet, since Wrecker, Omega, and Crosshair all decided to stay behind.”
He opened one of his eyes slightly, taking your wrist in his hand as he pulled you close, getting you to sit on his lap as his arms wrapped around your waist holding you tight against him.
“I’m enjoying being alone with you.”
“That’s because you’re a sucker.”
“No, that’s because I love you.” Hunter pressed his nose into your hair, smiling as he felt your hand gently rub his bicep, while your head gently rested on his.
You let out a huff, not quite believing him.
“What’s that for?” He asked, pulling back to look at you.
“What’s what for?”
“That scoff.”
A deep sigh escaped you, “I … I know you love me. I know.” You nodded softly, “But until when?”
“Until when what?”
“Until when are you going to love me?”
He looked at you confused and slightly hurt, “Wait.” He shifted you, so he could get a proper look at your face, “Do you think I’m going to get tired of you or something?”
“Aren’t you? I mean …” you closed your eyes, trying to tell your mouth to shut up, trying to get it to stop vomiting all your insecurities out into the open, “Let’s face it sweetie, I am not easy to deal with. I have insecurities. Issues. Anxieties…”
“And?” Hunter cut you off, “And that’s supposed to make me have a timer on my love.”
You opened your eyes, focusing on the floor of your shuttle, “Everyone else has.”
He let out a quiet sigh, “Do I look like everyone else?”
“No.”
“Do I look like I give in or call it quits like some weak civvie?”
“No, of course not.”
“Then why would I ever give up on you?”
Your eyes slowly shifted from the floor to look into his eyes, he looked hurt and vulnerable. It hit you how much you had hurt him, but your own insecurity, “I’m sorry… I … it’s not you…”
He gently pressed a finger to your lips, he could see how much your own mind was about to start spiralling and that’s the last thing he wanted. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, pulling you closer.
“Cyare, please listen,” he spoke into your ear, as his nose brushed against your hair, "It doesn't matter who you are or what you look like, so long as somebody loves you. And I'm that somebody. I love you because of you. You can be the most annoying person and I’ll still love you. You can be ruthless and cold, and I’ll still love you. You can balloon up to a 1000 pounds, and I’ll still love you. I love you because you are funny, sweet, kind, a little neurotic,” he chuckled lightly, “a little crazy, but it all combines into this amazing person that I get to hold in my arms. I love you because you look at me like I matter. I love you because you don’t look down at me just because I’m a clone. You look at me, like I exist.”
He pulled back tilting your head slightly so he could kiss your neck, “I love you,” he pressed another kiss, “because you taste like my favourite fruit. I love you, because when you’re in my arms, I feel complete. That won’t change in two years, five years, 10, 20, until my last dying breath, how I feel about you will never change.” He pressed another kiss just behind your ear, pulling back to look at you. “So please don’t lose faith in me or think I’m like any of those other pieces of garbage that aren’t worthy of your love.”
As his hand cupped your cheek, you held it against you, leaning into his warmth as you closed your eyes and nodded. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to …”
“I know.”
“I love you. I love you so much, I wonder if I’m deserving of your love.”
“You are,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek and jawline, “you are more than deserving of my love. I’ll remind you every day, every hour, every minute if you need me to.”
You wrap your arms around him, feeling his heartbeat against your chest, as the warmth from his body starts to settle against you, making you feel safe and protected. Hunter doesn’t hesitate as he wraps his arms around you and holds you tight.
“I’m never letting you go, cyare. Never.”
“Promise?”
“Till every star burns out.”
You let out a soft wet chuckle, as the tears you’d been fighting and holding back started to emerge, “Good, because I’m never letting you go.”
Hunter smiled as he pressed another kiss to your neck, “I like it when you’re possessive,” he chuckled, “I love you. Don’t forget that. Ever. I’ll always be here for you.”
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Heeeeey , congratulations for the 700 followers , this is so great !
I wanted to request a Fivesxreader with the two prompts :
I'm so proud of you
Thank you for believing in me
Please 💚💚💚
Thank you and take care 💕
@griffedeloup Thank you for the awesome request and I love those two prompts. Very sweet, so I hope you enjoyed my interpretation.
Fives especially has a soft spot in my heart, so I try to give him a happy ending as much as possible, and I believe I gave that to him here.
Enjoy.
Love oo
Just a Friend
Warnings: Feelings of inadequacies, allusions to corruption, mentions of Palpatines involvement with the Clone Wars, Clone Rights, confessions, kissing, fluff, I think that's it. If I miss any please let me know.
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The award ceremony ended rather quickly, truthfully, no one was expecting it to last long. After all, how many ways can you say that Palpatine was the scum of the universe and he was dead thanks to the brave work of one ARC trooper.
Aside from the ceremony, announcing the new Chancellor, Chancellor Organa, giving clones rights, and the end of the war, it was just a giant party. An excuse for everyone to let loose, get drunk, have fun.
You stood against the wall watching everyone congratulate Fives. A soft smile played on your face as he enjoyed his 15 minutes of fame. Truthfully, he did deserve every accolade he received. If it wasn’t for him, no one would have discovered the truth of the chips in each clone’s head or the fact Chancellor Palpatine … ex-Chancellor Palpatine was behind it.
The noise was too much, the room felt overwhelming with the sea of people. You moved towards the balcony finally finding one that was devoid of a couple reaffirming their admiration for one another. You stood on the balcony, breathing in the soft air of Coruscant. It was something you weren’t going to miss when you left.
When the war ended you were given notice that your droid engineering skills were no longer needed, not that you really could blame them. After all there wouldn’t be a need for engineers to keep droids going even after an explosion. Truthfully, there were a lot of things you had been thinking about lately, setting up a repair shop on a planet that had a thriving droid population or maybe just travelling to see the galaxy… yet, all of those thoughts also included someone by your side. Although you never told him. Not that you didn’t want to open up about how you felt towards Fives, but … he always just treated you like a friend. Sure he flirted, but it wasn’t as though he meant it, you’ve seen him flirt with plenty of people.
Why would he want you when he could literally have anyone he wanted, especially after single handedly saving the galaxy.
“Here you are!”
You turned and smiled as you recognized not only his voice but his steps, “And there you are.” You smirked as you looked at Fives.
“Come on admit it, I look handsome.” He held his head up high, his hands on his hips as he showed off his medal.
“Sure. You look very handsome.” You moved closer and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “Also, I’m so proud of you. You did probably the hardest thing anyone has ever had to do. None of us would be here right now, if it wasn’t for you.”
Fives cheeks flushed at your compliment and the kiss to his cheek, he looked into your eyes seeing a future there he had forced himself not to see for the longest time. Knowing it was too difficult, too painful to think of a future that may have never come true.
“You know, none of it would’ve happened if either you or Kix didn’t believe me. When I ran into you when I was leaving 79s I thought, even if it was the last time I saw you, at least I knew you believed me.” Fives cupped your cheek smiling, “Thank you for believing in me.”
“Always.” You couldn’t help yourself as you leaned into his touch, even though you knew this probably wouldn’t go anywhere, you couldn’t help yourself.
“You’ve always had my back, haven’t you?” He leaned in closer, there was something in his eyes that made your heart clench. The longer you stared into his brown eyes, the more you felt as though the air was ripped from your lungs by the looks in his eyes.
“That’s what friends do.”
“Is it? Am I?”
“Are you what?” You tilted your head as you looked at him, noticing he’d gotten closer.
“Am I your friend?”
“Of course.”
“Just?”
Your heart was beating against your chest, a thousand butterflies seemed to have unleashed in your stomach as the look in his eyes deepened.
“Uh … what … what are you talking about?”
“Am I ‘just’ a friend?”
The smile that had been on his lips seemed to have faded as a look of vulnerability settled on his face, his free hand going to rest on your waist as he pulled you in, the hand that had been cupping your cheek, shifted towards the back of your neck as his thumb trailed along your jawline. None of this could be real. This was a dream. A fantasy that you knew you’d wake up from.
“Cyar’ika, please, answer me. I need to know. Am I ‘just’ a friend to you? Or … am I something more?”
You opened your mouth to speak, your hands resting on his chest, you could feel his heart thumping against you, it felt as though it was beating just as fast as yours. But that couldn’t be. There was no way Fives felt the same as you, was there?
“Why don’t you tell me, am I ‘just’ a friend?”
Fives took in a deep shuddering breath, “Do you know there wasn’t a day during the war that I was scared. When Echo was by my side, I thought, nothing could ever take us down; when I lost him I thought there’d be no way I could recover. But I was wrong, because you entered my life, and it felt as though everything was going to be okay … somewhat.” He smirked, “And it was months later when I realized there was more I was feeling than just camaraderie. When I realized what I felt for you was more than friendship, it was the first time I was truly afraid. There was no scenario in which I could think of a future for us, at least not one where we both would be happy. When I left you at 79s that day, I didn’t know what would happen, and my biggest fear was that I wouldn’t have been able to tell you how I feel.”
He leaned closer, his breath brushing against your face, “You want to know if you’re ‘just’ a friend? The answer is, no. You’ve never been ‘just’ anything to me.”
You didn’t bother waiting as you closed the distance pressing your lips against his, your hands shifting until they wrapped around him, as he drew you closer, deepening the kiss. It was a long time coming, and regardless of what was to happen in the next few weeks or months, what you did know was that neither of you weren’t going to let each other slip through your fingers, ever again.
Hi Mimi!!!!!!! So excited for your celebration!!!! Congrats on the followers!!!!!
I'm asking for my beloved Sergeant, naturally XD Here's some prompts!
"Don't sign to me in that tone."
"Do that again, and I'll throw you out the window. Wait, what are you doing?" "Checking how high the drop is; seeing if it's worth it."
"Don't go where I can't follow...please, I need you."
@dragonrider9905 Ahhhhh! I was so excited to see your request. You always give me such awesome requests.
I really hope you like this, I left it open ended for you.
Love oo
Don't Go
Warning: Injury, bantering, bickering, blaster fire, almost getting shot, flirting, angst, I think that's it, let me know if I miss anything.
Italics - flashback
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Hunter sat beside your cot, holding your hand, pressing your fingers to his lips. Tech was busy focusing on the scanner, and trying to understand the readout. He got up and moved to the communication station, Hunter could sense his uneasiness, Tech’s sweat doubled in the last few seconds. Something must be wrong.
His eyes fell back on your face, it looked so different from what it usually was. Where was the smile that was always on your lips? Where was the glimmering sparkle in your eyes? He couldn’t see it with your eyelids closed.
‘Are you sure this is the way?’ You teasingly signed to Hunter as you both climbed your way around the side of the hotel towards the Ambassador’s suite.
Hunter focused his eyes back on your sleeping form, was that the last time he saw that sparkling smile? No. That wasn’t it.
‘Yes, I’m sure. Focus.’ Hunter signed back exasperated and rather rudely.
You pulled your head back a little, giving him a look that said, no you didn’t, and it took all his strength not to laugh when you signed ‘Don’t sign to me in that tone.’
Was that the last time you made him laugh? It couldn’t be. That couldn’t be the last time. He reached his hand out and gently caressed your forehead and cheek, “Wake up, cyar’ika. Please.”
When did everything go wrong? Was it because Cid had given them the wrong information again? Or was it when you threw him out of the way narrowly missing the blaster fire from the stormtroopers?
Hunter landed with a thud, his back slamming into the wall, your weight falling on top of him, knocking the air of his lungs. It took him a second longer than it should’ve to gain his breath back. Both of you were returning fire, and when one stormtrooper fell, two more took its place. You were both trapped, in the Ambassador’s study, when Tech commed, saying he found a hidden elevator. Within seconds a bookcase slid to the side and the elevator opened up.
A few minutes later, you were both on the roof of the building waiting for Tech to swing by to pick you both up.
Hunter paced back and forth shaking his head, “You’re reckless.”
“Excuse me? I believe the appropriate response is, ‘thank you, sweetheart, for saving my life,’ not, ‘you’re reckless.’” You shifted, shaking your head, as you saw the storm troopers down below calling for reinforcements. “Tech better hurry, we don’t have much time.”
“You don’t get it, do you?”
You looked over to Hunter, “Get what?”
“You do that again, and I’ll throw you out the window.” He watched as you leaned over the edge of the building, he grabbed your arm, “Wait. What are you doing?”
You smiled, “Just checking how high the drop is; seeing if it’s worth it.”
He shook his head, a smile slowly creeping onto his lips, as much as he wanted to fight you, he couldn’t help but love you more, he cupped your cheeks, pulling you into a kiss, “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Probably, but it’ll be a fun ride.” You teased him, smiling against his lips.
You both pulled away when you heard the engines from the Marauder, Hunter forced you to clip on to the winch first, as soon as you were lifted off the ground, he clipped himself on to the second winch, as Wrecker started the winch.
In a split second that Hunter replayed over and over again in his head, wishing things had been different, he saw the blaster fire, fly past him and hit you in your chest. He screamed, turning to fire on the trooper who had taken an aim at you. Both he and Wrecker fired rapidly, as Omega pulled you from the ramp.
After that everything moved too fast and not fast enough. Wrecker picked you up like you weighed nothing and laid you on your bunk. Hunter closed the ramp and Tech entered hyperspace, faster than he had ever moved the ship.
And now, things were what they were.
Hunter sat there watching your chest slowly rise and lower, the oxygen mask strapped to your face helping you breathe. The bacta patch on your chest didn’t seem to be helping much, aside from slowly healing the wound.
He leaned closer, pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes closed as he breathed in your scent.
“Cyare, hang in there. Please, I can’t …” he cleared his throat, fighting back the warm bubble that was creeping up his throat, “Tech’s taking the ship to a medical way station that’s been abandoned since the war, he says there should be a surgery room, equipment and maybe supplies. So hang in there. Please.”
He reached up and wiped away the tear that had escaped, he pressed his lips to your temple, “Cyare,” he whispered, “Don’t go where I can’t follow … please, I need you, baby.”
Tears were streaming down his face, he couldn’t lose you, not when he finally found his peace. His rock. His home.
Heeeeey , how are you ? I hope your alright where you are 💚I had an idea but feel free to pass over tis one if you want. I wanted to ask you a fic about 99 , since there is not a lot of fics about him and that most of them have a bittersweet/sad ending (involving his death) and I wanted something sweet for him, with a Jedi reader , with theses prompts , if you please 😊
Thanks a lot , and have a good day/night 💕
@griffedeloup Thank you for requesting such a lovely fic idea for our favourite clone, 99.
I hope you enjoy this.
Love oo
Always Something Left To Love
Warnings: person with disabilities, rapid ageing, limited mobility, self-doubt, desire to be like everyone else, Jedi!reader implied, I think that's it, if I miss anything please let me know.
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99 slowly moved down the hallway of Kamino as he cleaned the area close to the training rooms. He stood watching his fellow brothers running their drills. His hand held the broom a little tighter as he watched squad after squad accomplish what he couldn’t. There were times when he’d close his eyes at night, and he’d dream of running the training facility with his brothers, crouching down beside them, shooting the droids shoulder to shoulder, climbing over the barriers, and jumping for joy when they won.
A silent tear slid down his cheek as he watched group after group graduate and leave to fulfil their duties while he remained. He was nothing like them. He’d never be nothing like them.
It didn’t take the force to see how much he wanted to be a part of a team, to be included amongst his brothers.
“99?” You stood by the entrance as you saw him.
He cleared his throat before turning to look at you, “Yes, Commander?”
“99, you don’t have to call me Commander. We’re friends aren’t we?”
“I prefer calling you , Commander.”
You smiled and nodded, “Alright. So what are we watching?” You walked up beside him, looking over the railing.
“Charlie Squad.”
“How are they doing?”
“Not bad. Although it seems CT-5211 keeps trying to take charge.”
“That won’t bode well on the field. What would you do differently?”
“If I had a chance, I’d have him run his own mission, on the side. Rather than have him follow the leader. They’ll just keep budding heads.”
“Hmmmm, interesting. You have a good eye.”
“At least I have that,” he chuckled lightly.
“You know you’re appreciated and valued.”
He nodded as he limped away, “Thank you, Commander. I have to get back to my duties.”
You watched him walk away, you could feel his sadness through the force; you’ve always admired 99, even though he was different from others with his limited mobility and rapid ageing. The Kaminoans made a mistake when making 99, they claimed it was just a glitch in the system, but you had a sneaking suspicion they were trying to alter his genetic makeup.
Despite his differences he had more heart than any of the other clones you knew. You couldn’t help your smile as you watched him.
- - - - - - - - -
“99 please come to the training ground” you called for him.
“On my way, Commander.”
99 had a soft spot in his heart for you, he was fascinated when he watched you train with the cadets, as General Shaak Ti’s assistant. You were a Jedi Knight, a former padawan of General Ti’s, it was your job to train the Commanders.
He made his way to the training ground, slowly carrying his supplies. He froze when he saw you standing outside.
“Commander?”
You beamed as you looked at him, your smile reaching from one ear to the other, “Welcome 99.”
“Commander, why are you outside?”
“Well, I have a surprise for you.”
“For me?”
You nodded and motioned with your head for him to follow you, “Come on.” You both entered the training room, you stood as you watched Fox, Rex, Wolffe and Cody all standing ready for your orders, “What do you say wanna help us run a simulation?”
“Uh …” 99 looked from his brothers to you, “You… you did this for me?”
“You are part of this family.” Rex spoke moving closer.
“That’s right we’re all brothers.” Fox added.
“What do you say? Help us take down the Commander.” Cody offered holding out a blaster.
Wolff nodded as he looked at 99.
“Why did you do all this for me? I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.” 99 tried to reason within himself. No one had done anything this kind or wonderful; he looked into your eyes, wanting to understand why you’d go to such lengths for him.
Your hand gently rested on his shoulder as you looked at him, smiling brightly, “99, you have been my friend, that in itself is a tremendous thing. I don’t have many friends in the Jedi Order. As you know my ideas aren’t viewed with the greatest welcome, but you have always been there for me, listening to my ideas even when they’re nonsense.”
“They’re not nonsense.”
“And that’s why we’re friends. So what do you say, wanna take me down with your brothers?”
99 smiled, loading the blaster with a power clip, “Locked and loaded.”
Three hours later, 99 was waving the winning flag. You smiled watching Rex and Cody lift him up, celebrating their win. It brought a smile to your face seeing him live out one of his dreams.
You saw him sitting in the locker room, smiling to himself, “Good day?” You sat beside him.
“The best. I … I can’t believe you did this when … when there’s nothing worthy about me.”
“What? Who says?”
“Everyone.”
“Well that’s not true, I don’t say that. Rex, Cody, Fox and Wolffe didn’t say that. In fact, they all appreciated what you did. Master Ti doesn’t say that either. Anyone who doesn’t see you as someone worthy is someone not worth knowing.”
“No. It’s because there isn’t anything to love about me.”
You looked at him, shaking your head, “There is always something left to love, 99. There’s plenty of you to love. You’re sweet, kind, warm, funny …” you bumped his shoulder, “it’s not about what’s on the outside, 99. It’s about what is on the inside. There’s plenty to love on the inside 99, you prove that time and time again. After all, you think there’s plenty of me to love. Right?”
- - - - - - - - - -
99 remembered that moment as the best day in his life, his only regret was that he wished he could’ve told you how much he did love you, when he heard you didn’t make it back from your mission, it had been his greatest regret. He stood in front of your portrait, one of the cadets had drawn it in honour of your passing.
“Hello cyar’ika,” 99 gently touched the portrait, “Been a while since I stopped by, things are getting out of hand, we’re getting ready for an attack on Kamino…” he let out a sigh, “I have a feeling I might be seeing you soon. You asked me once if I loved you. This is what I wanted to say but I couldn’t, ‘Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.’ When I see you, I’ll be sure to tell you.”
@ulchabhangorm thank you so much for being my first and second request. As promised here is the second request.
Love oo.
Where Will You Go?
Warning: angst, allusions to death, leaving the Empire, loss, confession, kissing, asking to leave, escape, warnings of threats, tears, I think that's it. If I miss any please let me know.
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Wolffe stood at the entrance to your quarters, leaning against the side. It had been more than a little rough the past few years. First he lost his entire ship, the Triumphant, to the Malevolence. His entire Wolfpack, the only ones that remained were himself, Sinker and Boost. Then shortly after that, he lost his right eye to Ventress.
Then he lost his General, Plo Koon; although he didn’t want to think about that, not right now.
And now after all the loss, after all the pain, here he was losing still more.
You kept your head down, packing the last of your belongings, not that there was a lot to pack but somehow it was taking you even longer, than if you did have a lot. The Empire was clear, it didn’t want civilian contracts anymore, you got your notice saying ‘thank you for your service, but you are no longer necessary,’ or something to that effect.
Wolffe finally found his voice, as his eyes pulled away from the way your hands were folding your clothes, “Where will you go now that the war is over?”
“You mean now, that I’ve been let go?” You shifted your head slightly to look at him, your eyes locking with his. You were going to miss his grumbly attitude, his snarky comments, that were just a way of keeping himself guarded, you were going to miss the way he looked at you, as though everything you said and did was the most important thing in the world.
“If it were up to me …”
You nodded, “I know.” You let out a choked sigh as you sat on your bunk, well what had been yours for the past three years.
He slowly walked over, pushing aside some notebooks as he sat beside you, “I don’t want you to go,” he whispered.
There was a soft smile on your lips as you heard him state that, “I don’t want to go either… at least … I don’t want to leave … you.” You finally admitted, finally confessed that which had been burning in your chest to say for so long.
Wolffe’s chest began to tighten, his heart thumped in his chest as though it was about to rip apart. He wanted to tell you for so long how much you meant to him, how much seeing your face every day gave him the strength to keep going, even after losing Plo Koon. How your laugh was a bright spot to his day, and yet the words didn’t leave his mouth.
“I know I’m being extra” you whispered, feeling insecure at having confessed only to be met with his silence, “I’m sure it’s not what you wanted to hear, and I don’t blame you. I have enough faults …”
“Stop.”
Your voice halted, your breath caught in your throat. Why had he told you to stop? Was confessing that you wanted to stay by his side, too much. Of course, it was too much, how could he possibly want someone who had more faults than the average person.
“Stop putting yourself down. You always do that.” Wolffe let out a huff as he shifted slightly to look at you, “Why do you do that? Do you realize how amazing you are?” He lifted his hand gently caressing your cheek.
Your eyes closed as you leaned into his touch, “I’m just so used to hearing everyone say I’m not enough.”
“Not from me. Those words have never once left my lips. Because you are more than enough. You’ve always been enough.”
He leaned in closing the distance as he tilted his head, his lips pressed against yours, gently moving his lips, doing his best to memorize their softness, how they felt against his, how you tasted, everything. He pulled you closer, needing more, and yet knowing he couldn’t and shouldn’t ask for more.
Both of you pulled away, resting your foreheads against each other.
“I wish you didn’t have to go,” he whispered.
“Come with me,” you pleaded, it was a long shot and maybe all that was needed was the opportunity, a chance to leave this nightmare together.
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. I can work enough for the both of us. I … we can go somewhere far away, somewhere that no one would know us. Please come with me.” You opened your eyes slowly, looking into his mismatched eyes, tears welling up at the possibility of having to be separated from the first man that you’ve ever truly loved.
“You and I both know, if I were to disappear the Empire would send someone to come looking for me. I can’t go.”
You shook your head, your hands moving to the lip of his armour, as you pulled him closer, “Please … please, Wolffe.”
He gently pulled your hands away, kissing the palms of them both, breathing in your scent, “I should’ve told you sooner, I shouldn’t’ve been such a coward to open up to you…” he lifted his head and looked at you, “I would love nothing more than to leave with you right now, to run away and hide,” he gently tucked away a strand of your hair behind your ear. “However, that would put you in danger, cyare, and I can’t have that. I can’t be the reason … you get hurt.”
He stood pressing a kiss to your forehead, he pressed his face to the top of your hair, letting your hair wipe away the tear that slipped out, “I never want to be the reason you have to give up your peaceful life …”
You pulled your head away, standing to face him as much as you could, “Wolffe, there is no peace without you. You’ve always been my rock,” you gently cupped his cheek, his eyes closed as he held your hand to his cheek, “you’ve been all I’ve ever needed, and if you’re not leaving, then I won’t go either.”
“No, cyar’ika.” His eyes opened boring into yours, “You need to go. I don’t trust the Empire, I don’t trust how everyone is always spying on their brothers and fellow soldiers. This isn’t the life for you, so please go. Go, forget about me, forget about this life. Find someone to love. Get that cottage you’ve always wanted. Have a farm. Maybe some kids. Just live. For me.”
You gently wiped his tears, “I can’t do that. Not without you.”
Wolffe closed his eyes, “Please for me, live.” He pressed a final kiss to your forehead and left you standing there with tears streaming down your cheek and with your luggage half packed.
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For my quote, I'd like to offer, "The victor shall write the tale, and the vanquished become its villain." For Fives or Crosshair with a Sith reader?
But only if you want!
❤️ - @vodika-vibes
@vodika-vibes thank you sooooo much for your request! This was different for me to write, I hardly write any Sith stuff, so I had to ask for some help from the lovely @firstofficerwiggles
I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
Love oo
What You Deserve
Warnings: Torture, blood, discussions of corpse, death, Sith!reader, implied Imperial!Cross, greed, possession, desire, implied desires, mention of hunting Jedi and sympathizers, I think that's it, if I miss any please let me know.
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Crosshair leaned against the wall as he watched you worked, it wasn’t that he particularly liked watching you torture a Jedi sympathizer to find information; but there was something about the way your eyes glowed orange when you really got into your work.
Maybe there was something wrong with him as Wrecker used to tease; otherwise, how could he have feelings for someone who was by all rights … evil.
He waited till you were completely done, before moving away from the wall, walking over to you. He gently passed you a towel to wipe away the sweat and blood that accidentally gotten on your beautiful face and neck from your torture. He watched as yours were no longer glowing, and returned to their normal colour, it didn’t really matter to him what colour they were, either way they were perfect.
“So did you actually find anything out?”
You huffed as you wiped your hands and your face in annoyance at the brutality you had to resort to, “There’s definitely an underground passageway. A hub of sorts, where they’re using transports to smuggle away Jedis and Jedi sympathizers.”
You let out a sigh, tossing the towel against the face of the now dead rebel. It hung over his head, his once recognizable face now completely beyond recognition along with his tortured body. It was a gruesome business, but that is what you were made to be.
“On the planet we found him?” Cross pointed to the corpse strapped to the table.
“Could be or that was just a way station. There is more to figure out.”
You motioned with your hand to the droids, turning them on as you both left, to get rid of the corpse that now lay mutilated ruining your beautiful table.
Crosshair simply nodded and followed after you out of the room, he was glad to leave the torture chamber there was always a heavy atmosphere making it difficult to breathe. “Can I ask you something?” He walked by your side as you both headed to the hangar bay.
“What is it, Crosshair?”
There weren’t many people you felt comfortable around, partially due to the fact you were a Sith, partly because you just didn’t like people, but mostly because you enjoyed being alone. At least when you were alone, you didn’t have to worry about sensing other people’s emotions or having to wait for the moment they decided to betray you.
However, with Crosshair you never had those fears, there was just a steady calming presence, it was as though he knew who he was without question.
Truthfully, you weren’t blind to see how he felt about you, and it’d been a long time since anyone showed interest in you, but what surprised you the most was the fact you felt the same. You enjoyed your conversations with him, enjoyed having him around, even enjoyed watching him chew on his toothpick.
You smirked, as you waited for Crosshair to ask you his question.
“Do you enjoy being a Sith?”
You froze in your step as you looked at him, “What?”
“Well it seems everyone views Siths as evil beings, just wondering if it bothers you.”
You hummed as you listened to his statement, he wasn’t wrong, everyone did view Siths as persona non grata, “You know history is never kind to the loser.”
Crosshair tilted his head as he looked at you, “What do you mean?”
"The victor shall write the tale, and the vanquished become its villain. If Siths wrote the history books, Jedis would be the villains and Siths the heroes.”
He smirked as he nodded, he remembered Tech saying something similar back on Kamino, history should never be just from one side, to get a true perspective, you’d need to look at both sides of the coin, and everyone who was affected by the situation.
“Maybe you should write your own book then.”
“Maybe I will.”
Although both of you walked in silence, if anyone looked closely, they’d be able to see a slight smile in the corner of both your lips.
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Crosshair reviewed the coordinates for the jump to hyperspace before punching it in, as his hand hovered over the hyperspace button.
You looked over at him, wondering if you were doing the right thing, you may have been born a Sith, but that didn’t necessarily mean this was the life you had wished for. Sometimes in the quiet of the night, when no one else was around, all you could think about was running away with Crosshair, living a peaceful life, somewhere no one would find you … you shook your head. That was a fantasy.
You’d done too much in this life to ever truly be free. You of all people didn’t deserve peace, or happiness.
He shifted, turning his head to look at you, a look on his face that said more to you than anyone else would have been able to detect. You could see the sparkle his eyes shined when he looked at you, the way the corners of his lips lifted ever so slightly, the way his breathing slowed down as though he tried to capture the moments that were just the two of you.
The more you looked at him the more you realized you didn’t care if it was something you deserved, you wanted to feel joy. To feel passion. To feel power. To feel possession.
In all honesty, you wanted him all to yourself, and that more than anything else sent a jolt of desire through you. Whether he would be happy being yours or not, didn’t matter. Because all that mattered was that you wanted him.
An overwhelming surge of want and desire ran through you, it drowned everything else. Your eyes focused on his lips, watching as they slowly moved, the toothpick in his mouth barely hanging on for dear life and yet he was able to keep it safe, with just the tiniest movement of his tongue. Your eyes bore into the pink flesh wondering so many thoughts you would never dare to utter.
Everything you experienced in that moment had felt as though a thousand years had passed, when you heard Crosshair call your name.
“Hmmm, sorry… what did you say?”
His eyes narrowed as he looked at you, “Are you okay? You looked sad and confused for a second. Everything okay?” Before you even realized, he reached across and held your hand, the warmth from his hand only confirming what you had felt only seconds before. You needed him. No. You wanted him. To keep him all to yourself.
“Yeah.” You closed your eyes and shook your head. “Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, I just sensed a disturbance, and got sidetracked. We should go.”
He nodded and ignited the hyperspace tunnel.
You leaned back in your chair watching him, realizing more than anything else, you were greedy to possess the man sitting beside you.
Heeeeey , thanks again for the two excellent fics you wrote for me for this beautiful event !💚
For my third resquest , I would like to send you this prompt : "I dreamed of you. I dreamed you were wandering in the dark, and so was I. We found each other. We found each other in the dark." It's from The Green Mile by Stephen King and I absolutely need to get te book , because I love the movie (I cry each time like a baby).
So I would like to ask this quote , with Maydayxreader , please and thank you💚💚💚
@griffedeloup I'm sorry love for taking so long to respond to the request. But I wanted to give Mayday the best. And I hope you like what I did.
Love oo
P.S. Don't worry I'm still working on the other ones.
We Found Each Other
Warnings: Fluff, kisses, anger at the Empire, lack of care for clones, anger, annoyance, reassurance, I think that's it. If I miss any please let me know.
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Mayday sat outside the base looking over the barren snow covered landscape. Why the hell the Empire needed them there guarding leftover crates, that everyone seemed to have forgotten, was beyond him.
It made him question, why was he still there? After all he could’ve gone anywhere, but then that would’ve meant leaving his men … and you. He wasn’t about to abandon anyone.
He took in a deep breath letting the fresh cold air wash away the fears that had begun learning in the corners of his mind. The fear that always seemed to be present now. A fear he hadn’t thought he’d have to actually face. It had become more prevalent ever since the Empire took over, an attitude amongst all the Imperial officers that were non-clones, that he and his brethren were considered less than human, if such a thing was even possible, even more so than before the end of the war. Truth was it was only a matter of time before they were all discarded.
He kept his eyes on the horizon, feeling your arms wrap around his waist, the curve of your head pressing against his back. He closed his eyes smiling as he gently rubbed your hands.
“Cyar’ika, what are you doing up?”
You hummed as you pressed closer to him, smiling, “Well, I reached over to cuddle with you, cause I was cold and you weren’t there.”
“Sorry, sweetheart.” He tried to glance over his shoulder to look at you.
“It’s okay.” You gently pressed a kiss to his back, “Bad dream?”
“No.”
“Did something happen today that didn’t allow you to sleep?”
“No.”
“Hmm… okay. Well, are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”
He let out a sigh, turning to face you, the fingers of his right hand gently trailing up and down your neck, while the one on his left rested on your waist pulling you closer.
“Nothing’s wrong, love.”
“Okay fine, don’t tell me what’s wrong.” You pouted as you looked at him, giving him your best irritated face, even though in reality you could never be irritated by him. Especially since you loved him as strongly as you did.
A quiet chuckle escaped his lips as he looked at you, resting his forehead against yours, “Maker, I love you.”
“I love you, too.” You gently caressed his sides, wrapping your arms around his back and holding him closer. “What happened?” You looked into his eyes, “Tell me.”
He closed his eyes and nodded against your forehead, “They won’t be sending us any new winter gear.”
You pulled back as indignation and anger filled you, “I’M SORRY, WHAT!” Your voice echoed and carried across the barren wasteland. You closed your eyes and waved your hands as you tried to understand what Mayday was telling you.
Despite the fact he kept calling your name over and over, trying to calm you down, the anger you felt only seemed to grow.
Your eyes were full of fury when they opened again and looked at him, “You’re telling me… those …” you tried to think of the most appropriate term that didn’t involve cursing, “you’re telling me those mother-loving sister-marrying jackasses can’t even bother to send us some new gear. After looking after their piece of crap cargo!” You turned around and began to storm towards the communication room, “Oh. Just wait till I get on the comms with whoever made that decision. They’ll regret the day they were born.”
Mayday laughed as he reacted quickly, grabbing you around the waist and pulling you back holding you against him. “Calm down, my little fire-breathing krayt dragon.”
His nickname for you always managed to get you to at least listen, maybe not completely calm down, but stop you at the very least before you did something incredibly stupid. He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple.
“You rushing over there and yelling at whoever answers the comm will only make things worse. Not better.”
You closed your eyes and nodded knowing he was right. Gods how you wished you could make everything better for him. For his brothers. For all of them.
“I know. I know. But it just … it feels like it’s a constant darkness that we’re walking through. If it’s not one thing it’s another. And even though the war is technically ‘over,’ it feels like we have to work twice as hard just to survive. All because you and your brothers are clones, and I’m someone who fell in love with a clone.” You held on to his arms as they tightened around you, “It’s not fair. Not to you. Not to your brothers. Not to anyone.”
Mayday closed his eyes, breathing in your scent, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “Did you know I had a dream?”
“Did you dream you killed whoever was in charge?”
He chuckled, “No. Although that would’ve been a good dream too.” He teased, “No. I dreamed of you. I dreamed you were wandering in the dark, and so was I. We found each other. We found each other in the dark. So it’s okay that we constantly are in the darkness, because we found each other and we’ll continue to find each other. So let them throw anything at us, let them try and break us, but we’re strong and we won’t give in. As long as I have you in my arms, I can weather any storm.”
You let out a defeated sigh, turning to look at him, “You deserve better. You all do.”
“And so do you, cyare.” He gently traced your cheek, “We’ll get through this, and we can try and figure out ways of keeping the cold out of my and the boys’ armour. We’ll survive this too.”
You nodded, threading your fingers through his as you held his hand and guided him back to the quarters you both shared.
Congratulations Mimi on your 700 followers 🥳🥳🥳🥳!!! THAT IS AMAZING!
For your prompts, would either of these spark your fancy?
"I've always dreamed of watching a sunset like this." For Cody!
And/or
"Where will you go now that the war is over?" For Wolffe!
💙
Ahhh my lovely! Thank you so much @ulchabhangorm for submitting such awesome requests.
I apologize for the delay, my keyboard decided to die on me yesterday, so I had to wait for the delivery today. I hope you love these two stories for you.
I'll be posting them separately.
I hope you love them.
Love oo,
Sunset
Warning: sand, annoyance, friendly banter, slight flirting, guilt, seeking forgiveness, rumours, slight touching, voyeur, I think that's all the warnings. If I miss any please let me know.
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Whether it was the heat, the sand, or maybe it was the aches from old wounds you suffered throughout your less than glorious career as a salvager, but everything in your body was screaming at you to stop and making walking that much harder. Your feet felt as though they were being dragged through sand. You stopped walking and looked down at the sand surrounding your feet. Right. You were walking through sand, it felt like you’d been walking through it for a millennia, and you’d be beyond happy if you never see another rock, bramble, or desert, beach, anything containing sand for a long long time.
God, how could there be so much sand, you shifted your clothes, feeling the little grains in between your clothes.
“Don’t fall behind.”
You glanced up to look at Cody, glaring at your relatively new companion, “Does it look like I’m falling behind?” You asked exhausted, annoyed, and at the end of your tether.
“Yes. Hence why I said, don’t fall behind.” He chuckled as he started walking again, shaking his head. When he went awol from the Empire, the last thing he ever expected was to be found floating adrift, in the ship he had absconded with; and regardless of how much effort he put into fixing the derelict spacecraft nothing helped. The hyperdrive was damaged beyond repair, and if it hadn’t been for you showing up, trying to salvage what you could, he would’ve been dead now. For that alone he would be eternally grateful.
A sigh escaped your lips as you kept trudging behind him, “You know the only reason I’m here is because you owe me for saving your life, and you said you needed to find your friend, and once you found your friend you’d be able to pay me back. However, in all that fancy talk, not once did you mention anything about trudging through this gods-forsaken wasteland of a planet. Which is not my idea of you paying me back.”
He let out a laugh, as he stopped and turned to look at you, “Cyar’ika, you know I’m good for it. I promise, I will pay you back, and I will even try and help you find your brother.”
You let out another sigh of resignation, “Fine, whatever. I’ll choose to believe in you.”
“There’s the spirit.”
“Who are you looking for anyway? I mean I know you said a friend, but if your friend is all the way out in the recesses of human cohabitation maybe they don’t want to be found. Ever thought of that?”
Cody just hummed. Truth was that ever since he heard the rumour that Obi-wan might be alive, all he wanted, no, all he needed was to find out if that was true. He needed to know he hadn’t killed his General, the man he looked up to, the man who … opened his eyes to a world he never expected.
“I have cyar’ika and honestly …” he stood on the ridge of the dune, the Jundland Wastes of Tatooine laying there before him, “it scares me to know that he might not want to see me. Things … didn’t end well between us, the last time we saw each other.”
You stood beside him as you looked out at the wasteland, “What happened?”
“I tried to kill him.”
Silence filled the air between the both of you, shock and surprise radiating off you, “Oh.”
“I wasn’t in my right mind … doesn’t excuse what I did, regardless.”
“So you’re … hoping for what? Forgiveness?”
“Maybe. Or maybe I’m just hoping that we can eventually make it back to just being friends. He was like a brother to me. Clones take brotherhood very seriously, and I betrayed his trust.”
“But you said you weren’t in your right mind.”
“Doesn’t change the fact I gave the order to fire.”
Your eyes took in Cody’s countenance, he looked apprehensive, his hands were balled into fists, his shoulder was squared off, everything about him screamed he was either getting ready to fight or he was scared. You slowly reached over and held his hand, moving his fingers away from the tightened fist.
He glanced down as he felt your fingers loosening his, he couldn’t help smile as his eyes slowly met yours. It was a simple gesture, and that meant more to him than anything he’d ever experienced before.
“If he is as good a friend as you say he was, and he viewed you as a brother too, it might take some time, but I’m sure he’ll forgive you eventually.”
“I hope you’re right, cyar’ika.”
You couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your lips, “You will have to tell me what that means eventually.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Mmm, yeah, you do. Especially if you want to keep flying in my ship,” you laughed, your smile slowly fading. “Is that why you didn’t want to fly the ship out here, afraid he’d hear the engines and go into hiding?”
“Yeah.”
You gave a slight nod in understanding, at least you were able to leave your ship with someone you trusted. If only your speeders actually lasted for the whole trip, your legs wouldn’t have been feeling like they were about to fall off.
“What do you think? Camp for the night here, and then make our way into the labyrinth of the Jundland Wastes? Or should we just try and see what we can find before night falls?”
“No, let’s camp …” he pulled out his binocs and searched the area, he pointed to an elevated rock face, the ridge line looked flat enough, “that should work, and provide us with an unobstructed view.”
“Alright,” you nodded, “lead on.” You adjusted your pack, pulling your hand away from his, following him to the campsite.
It wasn’t long before you both had set up your camp, you were finishing up the stew you were making for dinner, when your eyes fell on Cody, sitting on the edge of the cliff, his feet dangling over the edge. You passed him a bowl as you sat beside him, “What are you thinking?”
Cody smiled as he looked at you, he reached up and gently wiped away some dust and dirt from your hike, “I’ve always dreamed of watching a sunset like this, but I never thought it would’ve been possible.” He focused back on the twin setting suns, “It’s beautiful.”
Your eyes simply focused on his face, and the smile he had on his lips, your heart clenched in your chest, your breath quickened, as you watched him enjoy his freedom, feeling so much in that moment. “Yeah, it is.” You whispered, focusing back on your stew, as you both sat in silence eating your dinner, as your knees touched.
Obi-wan watched the two of you from a distance, his thumb and forefinger stroking his beard. A small smile on his lips as he saw his Commander, his friend, his brother-in-arms, happy and not alone.
