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Tags: Mostly fluff, little bit of reader being a worrywart, tiny bit of licking lol
A/N: I don't know too much about the character other than what I found on the wiki and recounts of people who played the game 😅 hopefully it's not too OC - also sorry it's kind of short but I thought the ending was cute so I'm sticking by it.
“Hey if it isn’t my favorite bartender!”
You sigh, there weren’t too many regulars around these parts but one Trandoshan was determined to get your attention every time.
“Hi Frisk, the usual?” You put on your best customer service smile, flinging the towel you were cleaning the bar with over your shoulder.
“You know me so well.” He chuckled as he plopped himself down with a noticeable sigh in his usual spot by the bar well.
Weird. No flirty compliments or trademark smirk on his face.
“Bad day?” You asked, placing a glass of Trandoshan ale in front of him.
His eyes flickered across your face briefly while he nodded in thanks before glancing down at the drink, his face not betraying anything.
You backed away, kind of surprised by his mood. For the last several months he’d been coming here it’d been nothing but flirting and compliments, he always seemed to be in an upbeat mood despite his work with the Vanguard Squad.
More patrons walked in and you moved to serve them but kept stealing glances over at the lumbering man. His mood didn’t seem to change as the night wore on, you were careful to keep his glass full. Eventually, the bar quieted down and you could stop and pry.
“Did I do something to deserve the quiet treatment?” You teased, leaning over the bar a little bit away from him, not wanting to crowd him too much.
“Not a thing sweetheart,” he replied, not looking up from his drink.
You waited a beat, not sure how to proceed or if you even should. You decided against it, instead opting to move down the bar doing some cleaning. After a little bit, you had the feeling someone was watching you.
“Do you have a story for me Frisk?” You asked, peeking over your shoulder in time to see him drop his gaze back down to the counter.
He started tapping his claws against the bar for a moment before putting some credits down. “Not today dear, I just wanted to see your face before I leave.”
“What's going on?” You wouldn’t normally question a bar patron like that but you couldn’t stop yourself. The Trandoshan turned to look at you seemingly surprised at your question.
You laughed nervously, wondering what the hell was wrong with you. He chuckled in response, “I’ll be back sweetheart, I’ve got a mission to do.”
Your heart dropped a little bit. He was worried about a mission? From the stories he told you were a little surprised. He’d always been so confident in his flying skills and for a guy with the Imperial death mark on his head, he always seemed so carefree.
“You’re not getting soft on him are you?” Your coworker came behind you, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin.
“Don’t scare me like that!”
They smirked, “that sounds an awful lot like deflecting. So you are getting soft on him! I knew you would!”
“No, I’m not! Why would you think that?” You turned away, worried that they’d somehow sense the heat that was currently radiating from your face.
They snorted at your statement, “right, well. No one is blaming you, if he dates the way he flirts he’d probably worship the ground you walk on.”
You let out a breathy laugh, trying your best to return to your work but your mind wandered to the albino pilot and whether you’d see him again.
~
It had been weeks since you last saw Frisk. While that wasn’t unusual you couldn’t help but jump to conclusions and think the worst. You almost hoped he died in a dog fight. You didn’t even want to entertain the thought of him being caught by the Empire. Bad enough he had been in trouble for the stupid counterfeit painting with the Imperial officer, but now also aligned with the rebels?
You groaned, leaning back in your seat. You were supposed to be doing the budget for your supervisor but you couldn’t focus. This was stupid. Since when were you worried about Frisk? It wasn’t that long ago you were complaining about his long-winded (and probably embellished) stories and his insistence that you be the one to hear them all. But now you’d kill to hear one. Even if it was another of his famous repeats.
Groaning again, before dropping your head onto the desk. The musty smell of old flimsi filling your nose. Stupid old fashion owner wanting to use this stupid old book when a datapad would be so much faster. You wanted to get back out to the bar instead of sitting here alone with your thoughts.
A familiar voice drifted into the office from the bar, interrupting your thoughts but you could only catch your coworker’s response.
“Sorry, she’s working in the back tonight. Can I get you anything?”
You sat up straight suddenly, there was only one person that would ask for you.
“Yeah, a Trandoshan ale please.”
You stood up fast enough to hit your leg on the low desk, mumbling a quiet swear you didn’t stop, you had to confirm that you weren’t dreaming.
Sure enough, sitting by the bar well was your favorite pilot. He was drumming his talons against the bar like he was nervous watching the other patrons at the bar. His eyes wandered before falling on you standing in the doorway, his body posture perking up.
Your feet moved before your brain could catch up.
“Aren’t you supposed to be doing the budget?” Your coworker asked, a knowing grin on their face.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” You mumbled in response, eyes focused on the man in front of you.
He chuckled as you threw your arms around his neck, his own arms going around your waist.
“Now that’s not the welcome home I was expecting but I’m not complaining.” His breath tickled your ear, his body warm against yours.
“I thought you weren’t coming back.” You murmured back, burying your face in the crook of his neck.
You inhaled deeply, he smelled like sweat and something metallic, he must’ve come straight here after getting back. His hands on your back started to trace patterns and he nuzzled into your neck.
“I’m enjoying this sweetheart but pretty sure everyone at the bar is staring at us.” He relaxed his grip, giving you a chance to move away.
Instead, you pulled him tighter to you. “I don’t care. I was worried about you.”
“Sweetheart,” Frisk released your waist and grabbed your arms to position you for him to see your face. “Seriously. You don’t need to worry about me. I’ve made it this long.”
You glared at him. “You were acting weird before you left. I assumed you were worried about your mission. You’re never worried.”
He sighed before chuckling again, “I’m a damn good pilot. You don’t need to worry your pretty little head about me.”
You made a face at him, after months of hearing him talk and getting to know him you could tell he was holding something back.
“It was a little more dangerous than the usual mission,” he relented. “But nothing the Vanguard Squad couldn’t handle.”
“Don’t scare me like that again.” You dropped your voice down to a whisper as your coworker approached, drink in hand.
You smiled, “You came in here regularly, telling me all those stories and flirting but didn’t expect anything to come of it? Really?”
You had to stifle a giggle as his eyes lit up. He pulled you closer, bumping his forehead against yours. His comlink started beeping, an uncharacteristic growl coming from him.
“I’ll be right back, it’s probably the general.” He mumbled before moving to the far side of the bar, giving you a wink as he answered it.
“Aww look at you.” Your coworker finally interjected with a smirk on their face. “Finally admitting to your lil crush.”
You rolled your eyes with a smirk, “Yeah, you got me. Guess I should probably finish that budget.”
“Nah, I think you’re not feeling too well. You’re all feverish and loopy, acting weird and stuff, you should probably go home.” They grinned before leaning in, dropping their voice to a whisper. “I’m not going to say if it’s with anybody.”
“You’re a dork and I appreciate you.” You whispered back, returning your attention to the Trandoshan at the back of the bar.
Frisk notices your shift in attention and winks again, curling a finger to beckon you over. As you walked closer you could hear fragments of the conversation, it sounded like they were talking about the next mission.
“Got it, I’ll be there first thing in the morning. Goodnight General Syndulla.”
“Bright and early start tomorrow?” You asked.
An arm curled around your waist, effectively pulling you into his lap. Nuzzling your neck, he doesn’t answer right away, seemingly enjoying your closeness.
“Frisk?” You prompted.
He sighed against your skin before briefly trailing his tongue along part of your exposed collarbone, causing your breath to get caught in your throat.
“Some of the Imps got away on the mission, the general wants us to see if we can find them.” He murmured before nuzzling into the crook of your neck again.
“Is it dangerous?” You asked, your brain honestly not working too well with the Trandoshan’s hot breath against your neck.
“It’s war, my dear, it’s all dangerous. But I’ll come back to you, I promise.”
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