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This artwork is very special to me. I wanted to do something like this for years but I never felt skilled enough to create a city landscape like that. This month my dream finally came true and I did it 🥰
I have only read one Republic Commando book and played the Republic Commando game so far...
Scorch and Darman would be best friends!
But Scorch and Fi would be Rivals.
Summary: You accidentally let it slip you "Used to" have feelings for Niner. Your partner Fi doesn't seem so bothered by it.
Pairing: Niner x Reader x Fi (Clones from Omega Squad in the Republic Commando Series)
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; SMUT, Angst, drinking, threesome (mfm) (no clonecest), unprotected p in v (wrap it up, friends), oral (f and m receiving)
WC: 3.8K
A/N: My love for Omega Squad is unreal. Seriously. These books are incredible. Listened to the song "Moonlight" by Kali Uchis while writing it. I realize that not a lot of people aren’t gonna know the Republic Commando boys and that's okay, I just strongly urge you to read them bc they're literally SO good.
“Cyar’ika… Please come back.” Niner’s deep voice is behind you, following you out of 79s.
Your chest tightens at the term of endearment, but you ignore him, knowing that if you look at him… at those big brown eyes… you’ll end up cracking… and breaking… You should’ve known better than to get drunk with Niner… that’s on you.
“Get back here now.” He practically commands you.
“Or what?” You spit back, continuing to walk away.
You definitely weren’t expecting his fingers around your wrist. And you definitely weren’t expecting him to spin you around and pull you against his chest, only to gently grab your chin to look up at him. It’s too close… It’s too intimate… It’s too much. The flutter in your stomach is too much.
“You really don’t like to listen, do you?” He muses.
You shrug, jerking your chin away from his strong fingers. “Let go of me.”
It’s a warning. With a sigh, he releases you.
“I wish you’d just talk to me…” He murmurs.
You couldn’t talk to him… Not when you felt like this. Not when he feels like this. You start to walk away again, not wanting to stick around to talk.
“You need to tell Fi.” He calls out.
Like hell you did. “Kiss my ass, sarge.”
When you get in the cab, you head back to the barracks, knowing you’re definitely not going to be able to sleep now.
You’d drunkenly, and stupidly you might add, told Niner that you’d wanted him first… when you first became a pilot. He was who you wanted. But he was distant and wary of you, so you eventually just let it go. You let him go. Or so you thought…
Fi had taken an instant interest in you, always flirting and teasing. How could you say no? You fell pretty quick for Fi. But there was always that little tiny part in the back of your head that just couldn’t let Niner go.
“You’re back.” Fi looks up from his bunk, delighted, the blue glow of his datapad lighting up his handsome face. “Did you and Sarge have a good time?”
You wordlessly crawl over him in between him and the wall, snuggling into his side. “Too tired…”
He chuckles, placing a soft, sweet kiss to your forehead. “Well, we can talk about it in the morning.”
“Don’t want to.” You accidentally let slip out.
You dummy… Why couldn’t you have just said goodnight?
“What? Why?” He tosses his datapad to the end of the bunk and looks down at you. “Did something happen?”
You hear the door open and Fi turns his head, finding Niner strolling in. He must’ve gotten a cab right after you. You try to look away, but Fi catches on.
You’re grateful right then that Darman and Atin are gone, doing who knows what for the night.
“What happened?” Fi asks Niner.
“Did you tell him?” Niner asks, thinking that the answer is going to be yes.
“No.” You groan, hiding your face behind your hands.
“I used to like you, you know.” You chuckle.
Niner’s eyebrows raise up. “Did you?”
“I did.” You nod.
“But Fi-”
“Before Fi… it was you.” You murmur, taking a sip of your drink.
“I had an inkling.” He apologizes in a way.
“Oh. Great.” You shrug.
“Why didn’t you say-”
“Because I thought you didn’t approve of me… I was a pilot and not a clone and you weren’t the most warm person…”
“Fi was.”
You nod. Fi was the most warm. Still is.
“I’m sorry… if I could-” He murmurs.
“Don’t…” You whisper, shaking your head, unable to look at him.
“If I could, I would do something about it.” He continues anyway.
You look at him now. “Like get rid of me?”
He smiles, softly. “Like tell you that I love you, too.”
You nearly drop your drink, confused. Love? Why would he say this now, knowing that your heart lies with Fi… with his vode?
Angrily, you get up and start toward the door, leaving the bar. Walking away from him…
Fi looks between you and Niner, eyes begging for someone to tell him what’s going on. How are you supposed to tell the love of your life that you were in love with his brother before him? What if he thinks that you only chose him as a backup when that’s not what happened at all? What if he doesn’t look at you the same way again? Are you prepared to lose Fi? The answer is no. But the look on his face is so heartbreaking that you know that you just can’t lie to him.
“I…” You start, quietly, sitting up on the edge of the bunk, looking up at Fi.
Why would Niner do this to you? Why would he put you in this position?
Because he loves you and he knows that you still love him…
Fi kneels down beside you, looking at you, softly. “Cyar’ika… you know you can tell me anything.”
“I know…” You nod, trying to breathe.
Fi hands you a canteen with water in it and you take a sip and then a large gulp, just trying to figure out what to say. Honestly, the moment is incredibly sobering.
You sit the canteen down on the floor and look at Niner, who’s sitting in his bunk across from Fi’s. “Before I fell in love with you… I was in love with Niner…”
Fi lets a chuckle slip and you look up at him with furrowed brows. “I already know this. The whole squad knows this.”
Well, that’s embarrassing.
“A part of me… still does.” You murmur. “Love him, that is… And he loves me too…”
“Is that what this is about? You scared me… I thought something serious happened.” Fi kisses you on the forehead and sits next to you.
“You’re not angry?” You ask him, confused.
“Of course not.” He rests an arm around your shoulders, pulling you to him and then looking up at Niner. “I’m honestly surprised it took you this long to tell her, Sarge.”
“I don’t understand…” You pull away to look at him.
“You still love me, right?” Fi smiles.
“Of course.” You nod. “More than anything.”
“And you love Sarge, here, too.” Fi’s smile doesn’t falter even a little bit.
This is the most confusing night of your life.
“Right…” You murmur, looking over at Niner and find that he’s actually smiling at you.
Your chest tightens at the sight.
“So… we share you…?” Fi suggests, looking between you and Niner.
Your eyes return to your partner.
“You’d really be okay with that?” You ask him.
“We’re vode… we’ve probably shared worse.” Fi chuckles.
That’s both somehow endearing and gross.
“There’s no probably about it. We definitely have.” Niner chuckles.
Fi smirks and then looks at you again. “If that’s something you want, then I’m alright with it. All I want is for you to be happy, cyar’ika.”
Fi would do anything for you. There’s no question about it. He’s absolutely the love of your life. Your whole world. But it still felt like something was missing.
You suppose that something is Niner.
Squeezing Fi’s hand, you lean over and kiss him. He smiles sweetly when you pull away and then looks over at Niner.
“Well, what do you say, Sarge?” He asks.
“I’m grateful to even be in your presence.” Niner smiles brightly at you and your chest tightens again.
Fi nods for Niner to go to you and when your sergeant slides off his bunk, settling between your legs, your breath hitches in your throat.
“Is… this okay?” Niner murmurs.
When you nod, he slides his warm calloused hands over your bare thighs, your dress sliding up slightly. Niner takes notice and looks like he’s really holding back. Looking over at Fi one more time for a confirmation that he’s truly okay with this, you hold yourself back from touching the man on his knees in front of you.
“Go on, cyare. It’s alright.” He lets you go and leans against the bunk post to watch you with nonjudgmental eyes.
You turn back toward your sergeant and smile down at him as you slowly cup his face, memorizing each detail and scar to memory. The way that his eyes follow yours until they settle on your lips. He waits for you to lean in, something completely unlike Niner, who usually is a first move kind of guy.
His hands never leave your thighs as you lean in slowly, brushing your lips against his, making his eyes flutter shut. He lets out the softest sigh, and it’s clear to you that he really and truly wants this. He wants you.
Your hands slide into his hair, tugging ever so slightly, enough to make him moan. Unable to help but smirk against his lips, you tug again and his grip on your thighs tightens.
“Careful, mesh’la.” Niner warns you, opening his eyes to slide his hands up to your hips.
Letting out a soft laugh, you look back over at Fi who’s smiling kindly at you. There really is no jealousy inside of him, is there? How could one person be so kind and loving?
You reach over for Fi’s black shirt, grabbing the fabric and pulling him to you so that he crushes his lips against, his hands automatically finding your hair and pulling your face closer.
When you feel Niner’s lips on your neck, you melt instantly, groaning against Fi’s mouth. How is this real? How could you be this lucky?
Niner’s mouth travels down quickly to your lap. “Lay back, sweetheart.”
Fi guides you down to the bed but you can’t help but want to watch what Niner’s about to do to you, so you prop yourself up on your elbows, making eye contact with you. He grins immediately, taking his shirt off.
“Truly not good at listening.” Niner playfully shakes his head.
You guide him back to you with your foot. “You already knew this, Sarge.”
“You have no fucking idea what it does to me when you call me ‘sarge’.” He groans.
“Ew. I call you ‘sarge’.” Fi teases.
Niner shoots Fi a silencing look and then pulls your underwear down, tossing them to the floor and then pushes your dress up. You’re eternally grateful that Darman is with Etain and Atin is with Laseema right then.
“Take her dress off, Fi.” Niner commands him.
Fi listens and helps you out of your dress, slipping it over your body and then dropping it to the floor. Niner groans softly at the sight of you and an instant boost of confidence washes over you so you sit up and pull Niner in for a kiss.
“Pretty girl.” Niner whispers against your lips.
With a soft whimper against his lips, you run your hands through his hair, pulling him as close as possible.
“Already fucking addicted to your taste.” He groans.
“Wait til you taste her pussy.” You could hear Fi’s smirk as he talks.
You look back at him and laugh. Fi sits up to kiss you again and Niner palms your breasts, squeezing and groping you in all the right places, making you whine with need.
“I think I will.” Niner pulls your lower half down to his mouth and kisses your inner thigh, making you gasp into Fi’s mouth.
You feel Niner’s warm breath flutter over your already wet warmth, knowing that this man could only be perfect at eating pussy. You still can’t fully comprehend how you got here, in between the two men you love.
“You alright, cyar’ika?” Niner checks in before going further.
“Perfect.” You pull away from Fi to promise him, smiling.
He licks a warm wet stripe up your folds and your hand automatically flies to Niner’s hair again as you groan loudly. He chuckles softly and you glance down at him.
“Don’t you laugh at me.” You huff, breathlessly.
“Not laughing at you, sweetheart. I’m laughing because Fi was right.” He squeezes your thighs on either side of his head. “You taste fucking incredible.”
“I’m always right, actually.” Fi grins widely at you and you grip his shirt as Niner licks into your desperate cunt, building up your orgasm, already threatening to send you over the edge.
You’ve waited so long for this. You need it to last longer.
“Niner… stop. I’m gonna cum…” You whimper, trying to pull away.
Niner looks up at Fi, confused. “She normally want you to stop so she doesn’t cum?”
Fi shakes his head, just as confused as Niner is.
“What’s wrong, cyare?” Fi, brushes his lips against your bare shoulder.
You’re shaking slightly from the nerves of it all. “Nothing… I just… I want to cum a certain way with you, Niner…”
“Oh, sweetheart.” Niner brushes his fingers gently across your cheek, smiling up at you. “Lead the way.”
You pull him up on the bed with you and Fi and Fi moves to the end of the bed to give you and Niner a little space, clearly happy to watch. You guide Niner down onto his back, his head hitting your pillow. His eyes flutter shut as he breathes in.
“I guess now it’s my turn to ask if you’re okay?” You tease, straddling his lap and running your fingers down his bare chest.
His hands find your bare hips, digging into your soft flesh. “I’m great. Your pillow just smells like you and it really hit me.”
Maker, he’s so sweet when he wants to be. You lean down and kiss him again, both of you moaning softly against each other. He reaches around you and pulls his hardened length out of his pants, and you can’t help but sneak a look, raising your eyebrows at the sheer girth of him. You’d expect nothing less from Niner.
“Fuck…” You whisper and then look back at his face.
“You sure you wanna be on top, baby?” He teases.
“I’m already here.” You shrug, making him and Fi laugh.
“My girl doesn’t back down from a challenge.” Fi grins proudly at you.
You lift up slightly and then start to line your entrance up with Niner’s cock. You spit in your hand and then give his large cock a few pumps, getting his length wet enough. He groans loudly, gripping your hips so roughly you’re sure you’re gonna bruise. But you can’t bring yourself to care, you want to be reminded of tonight. What if they wake up tomorrow and realize that they don’t want to share? What if this is just in the heat of a horny moment?
You attempt to get out of your head by sinking down on Niner’s cock, and both of you gasp so sharply that you can only look at each other. Niner closes the distance and pulls you down onto him and you can’t help but clench around him already.
“Fuck…” You both murmur.
“Fi…” You whisper, holding your hand out for him to come back.
“I’m right here, baby.” Fi smiles, coming back and kissing your neck. “You good?”
You can only nod your head, words failing. How do you explain just how good your partner’s brother’s cock feels? You just can’t.
“Words, cyar’ika. Use ‘em.” Niner grits.
“I’m good…” You whisper. “I’m good.”
“Permission to fuck you now?” Niner asks, looking up at you.
“Since when… do you… ask for things?” You tease him.
You can see the look in his eyes darken and you gulp. “Move Fi.”
Fi chuckles. “Oh, cyare. You’re in for it now.”
“Huh?” You don’t have time to even finish the word because Niner has you flipped over on your back and somehow is able to push even further into you, causing all the air to momentarily leave your lungs.
“Fuck you feel so good.” Niner buries his face in your neck, breathing you in as he finds your hands, pinning them to the bed by your head.
You wrap your legs around his waist. “Please… Sarge… I need you.”
“I know, sweetheart. Don’t worry. I’m gonna give it to you.” He pulls away from your neck to look you in the face.
You know he’s just checking on you again but you need him to move or you feel like you may combust.
“Maker, baby… you’re soaking the sheets.” Fi notices.
And that’s when Niner starts to pull out, just to push back in and your eyes roll back in your head. You’re absolutely sure you see stars just from that one thrust.
“Fi, come look at this.” Niner chuckles darkly, thrusting again and again. “Got her to shut up finally. All she needed was her sargeant’s cock. Isn’t that right, baby?”
You whimper, unable to form a coherent word. Niner and Fi both chuckle again as Niner starts to pick up his thrusting, angling you perfectly so that his cock goes as far as possible into you. You’re not so sure anyone has ever been able to reach as deep into you like this. Not even Fi, as much as you love him.
“Maker, you are soaked.” Niner pulls your face to look up at him, meeting his eyes. “All for me and Fi, huh?”
You nod, weakly.
“That’s right sweetheart. Doing so fucking good.” Niner leans down and kisses you quickly. “Alright, Fi. It’s time for her to cum.”
Your eyes quickly meet your partner’s eyes and he smiles down at you, proudly.
“Aye, sarge.” Fi’s fingers find your clit and you gasp and whine, writhing against Niner, making him groan again as you clench tightly around him.
“You wanna cum on my cock, baby?” Niner kisses your neck as he releases your hands so he can pull back to sit up on his knees, still fully sheathed inside of you.
“Please…” You murmur, looking at both men with equal need. “Fi- want your cock too… Please.”
“Since you asked so nicely, cyare.” Fi leans down to kiss you before situating himself on his knees near your head so that he can start to press his cock to your lips.
You relax your jaw and eagerly take his cock as far as he’ll allow you. Fi’s been so gracious this whole time, he deserves more attention.
“Maker, I love you.” Fi caresses your hair, praising you sweetly. “So perfect for us.”
You hum around his length as you bob your head over his length in time with Niner’s thrusts, which are starting to speed up a bit as Fi continues to rub your clit so perfectly. The warm feeling starts to pool low in your stomach and you can’t help but clench again for Niner.
“That’s it. She’s so fucking close.” Niner grins down at you.
“Oh, sweet girl. Are you gonna finish all over our sergeant's cock?” Fi teases you.
You nod around his cock as Niner decides to pick you up slightly so he can slam into you at a more unforgiving pace, the slapping sounds filling the barracks so perfectly, it’s almost deafening, besides both men’s moans and soft grunts.
“Sorry, Fi.” Niner grunts as he pulls you away from Fi’s cock so that he can pull you up into his arms, picking you and slamming you down on his cock so that all you can do is go limp in his arms as he fucks up into you.
All you can do is whimper and moan, no words able to form, as Niner buries his face in your neck as he unforgivingly pounds into you.
“Come on, baby. I know you wanna cum like this. Then I can fill this perfect cunt up with my own cum.” Niner grits through his teeth, very clearly trying to hold back so he doesn’t finish before you. “Do you want my cum?”
You nod with pathetic whines, trying to beg for him.
“She makes the prettiest sounds, doesn’t she?” Fi’s behind you now, pulling your face toward his so he can swallow your sounds with his kiss and his other arm wraps around you so that his fingers can bring you closer to your finish line.
“Fuck yeah, she does.” Niner agrees.
The way they talk about you and Fi rubbing your clit so fucking perfectly is what does it, sending you over your edge, making you throw your head back against Fi’s shoulder. You make eye contact with Niner as you cum all over his cock, coating him with your essence that he finally lets go and fills you up with himself. He groans roughly as he grips your hips tightly and you start to feel the soreness in them as you come down from the absolute sex high.
When you feel Fi pull away, you feel something trailing down your back and realize that Fi finished when you and Niner did, except it’s all over your bare back and you can’t help but laugh.
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” Fi murmurs with a chuckle as he cleans you with a wet towel.
“Don’t be.” You pant slightly, pulling him in for a kiss.
Niner is still buried inside of you and you’re not really ready to pull away just yet. You think he understands because as soon as Fi runs to the fresher, Niner pulls you in for another passionate kiss and you find yourself just as addicted to his taste as he thinks he is to yours. Resting your foreheads together, you close your eyes. Until he starts to pull away slightly.
“Don’t pull out.” You whisper. “Please.”
“Alright, I won’t.” Niner promises you as he pulls you down to the bed, still inside of you.
He lays against the wall with you in his arms, making room for Fi to join when he’s done. You suspect that Fi’s giving you a moment of privacy with Niner to talk.
“So, what now?” You murmur.
“Well, for what it’s worth, I think we’ve wasted enough time not being together and as long as you’ll have me, I’m not going anywhere.” He murmurs, kissing you again.
You smile against his lips, believing him. “Until your next mission.”
“Yeah, but you’ll be right there waiting, right?” His calloused fingers brush across your soft cheek.
“Until you come back to me.” You smile.
“Which I promise to keep doing.” He smiles right back.
“Both of us will.” Fi’s soft voice is behind you as he climbs into the bunk with you, resting his hand on your hip and squeezing gently before placing a kiss to your shoulder blade. You kiss both of them once more before drifting off into sleep, thinking about how lucky you are to get to experience this life with both of them. You just hope that their Kal’buir can make good on his promise and find Ko Sai in time so that you can experience a full life with them.
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If you're still looking for writing prompts, I got:
Echo/Fi for the ship and "Exchange, Integrity and Trouble" for the word prompts! (You did say words, so hope 3 is enough!)
They sorta took the bit in their teeth and ran away with it, lol. prompts what prompts? 😅
“Hey, is that Ghez Hokan’s— I thought you died!”
“No, but didn’t you die?”
“You two…know each other?”
The commando in the grey beskar doffs his helmet and in unison two eyebrows on two different faces go up as they swing in incredulous unison to Hunter, as if questioning their acquaintance is the abnormal part of this encounter, and not an RC and an ARC somehow knowing each other on sight. Those groups didn’t usually play well together.
“How do you know each other?” Tech interjects.
The commando grins, brilliant and lopsided and says, “Well, y’see what ha’happened was, Eya’ka here—”
Echo promptly makes a rude noise over him. “Nuh-uh, you lost the right to baby-name me fair and square, Ei-Oh-One-Fi.”
“You cheated,” Fi slings back, immediately heated. At least one of the other commandos is laughing under his T-visor.
“You wish I had to—”
“—if I coulda proved—”
“—cheat to beat your ass.”
Echo’s smile is out in full force, cocky and blinding, dimples and all. Hunter glances at the rest of the batch to see if they’re seeing what he’s seeing. The commando’s squadmates look just as far behind.
Fi purses his lips and visibly decides to take the better part of valor on this particular battlefield. “Cadet 21-0408,” he resumes, “did not beat my ass. He had a gambling problem. He bet outrageously against my trainee squad on some trumped up bullshit dare, and then mercilessly extorted us for all we were worth when he won on a technicality.”
This must not be his trainee squad, then. Hunter winces internally, but Echo is shaking with silent laughter. “You sure know how to hold onto a grudge, Fi’ika,” he quips.
“That’s n-not all you held onto,” Fi grumbles, fondly disgruntled.
Echo is still smirking. “No, no it was not,” he says, and that’s—he’s flirting? With this asshole? It almost sounds like they had a fling… The commandos look like it’s news to them too, but not all that shocking. Good. Some of those cohorts could be real pricks about inter-unit relationships.
Wrecker’s picking up on it too. “You guys…?” He points from one to the other eloquently and then ruins it with a blatantly obscene gesture that means a lot more than fucking.
“No!” Fi squawks, but Echo is still laughing, so Hunter really doubts the veracity of his denial. “I meant his kama,” he tries to excuse.
But hadn’t Echo not gotten that until he’d passed ARC Training?
“Can hang onto that anytime,” Echo flirts.
The laughing commando in purple and brown beskar’gam leans over, even with his comms muted, obviously dying of hilarity.
“I never—” Fi protests, trying futilely to defend himself but only making it seem more and more likely to be true.
“Mmm, I seem to recall—” Echo says, gearing up to cause even more trouble no doubt, and Fi has had enough. He tackles him to slap a hand over his mouth. Echo stumbles and twists, Fi slips, and the entire audience of two squads starts forward abortively to try and help.
With a whine of servos, Echo manages to turn their fall into something less drastic, but they end up in a tangled heap of grey and red-edged kamas on the ground anyway.
“Osik,” Fi says, winded, “can’t tussle like tubies anymore, can we?”
Echo pats his ass. “A repeat of last time is right out too.”
“Everyone who witnessed anything that may or may not have happened is dead,” Fi says hastily, the grief being trotted out old and worn, barely remarkable. “You can’t prove a thing.”
“Just us left, old boy,” Echo agrees pensively, then turns wicked again, helping Fi sit up. “Bet I could make you make that noise again, though.”
The atmosphere shifts back from the precipice of grief to a much more pleasant sort of remembrance. The Mandos call that aay’han, Hunter recalls due to their current company.
“No! What noise? There was no noise. There was no noise!” Fi protests as around them the rest of their adopted squads join in the laughter.
Young and Old, Merry and Bold 🔒 https://archiveofourown.org/works/51930292
Summary: Fi's on leave again and you finally get to wake up next to him.
No warnings, fluff.
Word count: 293
a/n: This was a request from my friend, @hellhound5925, who wanted some fluffy Fi. He’s one of my favorite commandos ❤️ I hope this was good! Sorry it's so short but I like things short and sweet :)
“Nnghh… cyare, don’t leave me,” Fi grumbles, snaking his arm around your waist. He’s on leave, one of the few times a year you get to see this magnificent man of yours.
“I’m not. Just shifting since you made my arm fall asleep. You’re heavy, hon,” you reply with a little smirk. He picks his head up from his pillow slightly and he opens his eyes to look upon your own.
“I’m just so muscular,” he says with a little grin. The narrow strip of sunlight peeking through your curtains hits his hazel irises just right, illuminating his tired face.
The face that stuck out amidst an identical army of millions. You count the freckles dotting his broad nose, getting up to fourteen when he wraps both arms around your waist and rolls over, taking you with him.
You release a little squeal as you’ve now switched from your side of the bed and now onto his. The sheets are warm from his body heat. You embrace this feeling since you won’t be able to experience it for a while, not until he comes back. If he comes back.
But he will. He’s your Fi. He always comes back.
“Mmm… You’re pretty, cyar’ika,” he says with his signature, goofy grin.
“I know,” you remark, batting your eyes at him. Fi chuckles and buries his face in the warmth of your neck.
“I missed you. So… So much. It’s not fair that Dar’s girl is a kriffing jetti. He sees her more than I see you…” He mumbles, his hot breath tickling your throat.
“I know, Fi… But you’re mine. For good,” you coo in his ear, stroking back his short curls. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Fi is a rare combination of things. As both a medic and a sniper, he is an invaluable asset to Omega Squad, an elite group of clone commandos. And as a trooper with a fascination about civilian life, he is both tremendously curious and infinitely jaded.
Fi + “How much longer ‘til we’re there?” - fem!reader
- 4.7k words. You and Fi hadn’t been dating long before he was assigned off-world. You were both very excited for him to come back.
