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Gorgeous

Loki Laufeyson/Fem!Reader

Fictober Day 31 of 31

Words: 1,220

Summary: Loki moved into the Avengers Compound, but the first time you saw him was at Tony's fancy Halloween party. Your brain stops working for a little bit because he's so pretty.

Note: today is the last day of fictober, happy halloween everyone! this was originally going to be based on the taylor swift song of the same name (one of my favorite songs from her!), but i think the story took control and we lost some of that along the way.

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It should be illegal for someone to look that good was the first thing that ran through your head the moment you laid eyes on him from your seat at the bar. You knew who he was, it was hard to ignore the fact that Avengers Compound was now home to not one but two Norse gods, and that one of them had tried to take over New York a few years ago. You hadn’t been part of the team at that point, but you certainly weren’t in the dark about what he had done. However, that apparently didn’t mean you couldn’t appreciate how good he looked in a suit, and a lot of embarrassing thoughts were suddenly flooding your brain.

It certainly didn’t help that this was the first time you’d seen him out of his room since he had arrived. He wasn’t bound to a single room (though you were pretty sure he wasn’t allowed to leave the grounds of the compound), but he simply chose to stay away from everyone else.

A voice interrupted your thoughts. “Staring at someone?”

You blinked, slightly embarrassed that Natasha had caught you, but you could tell from the tone of her voice that it was all playful. “Maybe,” you admitted softly. “But in my defense, it’s not like I’ve ever seen him around the compound.”

She laughed. “You do have a point there. I think the only reason he’s here tonight is because Thor is making him.”

You looked back over at the god, catching the expression on his face. “Oh definitely. He’s absolutely miserable right now.”

“He’s just lucky that it’s not a costume party,” Natasha said. “He’d be frowning even more.”

You laughed, an image flashing through your head of Loki wearing a gaudy-looking Halloween costume, with Thor and Sam laughing by his side. “That’s very true,” you said. Although Tony took any excuse he could to throw a party, he hadn’t imposed a costume rule on you all this time, and for that you were grateful, because at least you wouldn’t have to meet an extraordinarily attractive god while wearing a silly outfit.

“Why don’t we go over and say hello?” Natasha said, grabbing from drink from the bar and heading over to the direction where Loki was sulking in the corner. You followed her, the whole time incredibly aware of the fact that you needed to figure out something to say to him, and your brain had apparently taken a vacation.

“What do you want?” Despite Loki’s words being standoffish, his tone was more tired, as if he wished he was anywhere else but here at this point.

“I just wondered whether or not you had met Y/N yet,” Natasha said, gesturing in your direction.

“Hi,” you said, really not sure what else to say. It certainly didn’t help that your brain had apparently not returned from its impromptu trip away. “It’s nice to meet you.”

A normal person might have waited for a response, but your fight or flight response kicked in at this very moment, and it chose the latter of the two options. If you weren’t embarrassed already, you certainly were now, because you just walked away. You could hear yourself mutter something about getting a drink, but you weren’t sure if anyone else had even heard it. And besides, the clearly full glass in your hands gave your lie away completely.

After at least heading back to the bar and lingering there for a few moments, you started to walk back around the party, saying hello to those you recognized. You knew a lot of the guests, so it was easy to flit from conversation to conversation, all the while thinking about how ridiculous Loki must find you. Maybe if saw each other on another day in the compound you could apologize for running off like an idiot and try to explain that you thought he looked nice and for some reason decided to act like you’re twelve about it.

As the hours passed and the party’s energy remained loud and joyful, you found yourself settled on a balcony. The compound boasted a different view than the one you were used to in the tower, and you found yourself missing the lights and sounds of the city, especially because it was almost completely pitch black (other than the lights from around the building itself).

The sound of the door opening behind you caught your attention, and you watched as Loki took one step onto the balcony, stopping as he noticed you. “I apologize,” he said, starting to pull back into the crowded ballroom.

“Wait!” you said quickly, hoping that he would at least be willing to hear you out for a few moments. You never wanted him to feel unwelcome, you just had terrible conversation skills around people you think are attractive, and in that moment your brain had fully sabotaged you.

By some miracle he stayed, and the door closed behind him as he stepped fully outside with you. It had gotten to the point in the year that the night air was bitingly chilly, but you didn’t mind the way it nipped at your face if it meant getting away from the chaos of the party for a few moments.

“I want to apologize for my awkwardness earlier,” you said, before he could question why you had called him out here. “I don’t want you to think that I’m afraid of you.”

“Then may I ask why you ran away before I could even say hello?” His voice didn’t sound like it held any malice, but there was still an emotion in there you couldn’t quite read.

“Sometimes it’s hard for me to talk to new people,” you said softly. “Especially ones that are dressed as nicely as you.”

It wasn’t an all-out confession, but it still seemed that he understood what you were implying. “I understand,” he said. “I also get nervous in this realm now.”

“I can help you if you need any kind of Earth Guidance in the future,” you said, immediately worrying that you sounded eager or overly-annoying to him before tempering the statement with an “if you want.”

He smiled, and you couldn’t help the way your heart fluttered at the sight. “I will keep that in mind,” you said.

The sound of your phone’s ringtone going off popped the moment’s delicate bubble, and you looked down to see a text from Natasha asking for your help with something. Loki understood this time why you were leaving, and he said that you that he was going to stay on the balcony for a few more minutes.

As you took a step closer to the door, you heard him say your name. “I think you’re dressed nicely too,” he said before turning back to look out into the darkness outward, and two things happened the moment you stepped back into the party and closed the door to the balcony behind you.

One was that you had to physically push down a giant grin from spreading across your face.

And the other was that your brain took (yet another) impromptu vacation from its duties. If you were going to spend more time with him in the future, you would really have to get a handle on that. 

- the end -

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I Love You, But I Love Your Cat More

Natasha Romanoff/Reader

Fictober Day 25 of 31

Words: 725

Summary: When you have a bad day, there's only one place you would even think about going.

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist

It only took two knocks for her to answer the door, and the minute she opened it, she could tell what you were there for. Today had been the worst day you’ve had in a while, and it truly felt like there was nothing in the entire world that had the capabilities of making you feel better, but there was one thing you wanted to try.

“Bad day?” Natasha asked as she opened the door, and you just nodded in response, sure that your face carried the weight of your exhaustion. “Come in, she’s on the couch.”

Natasha was your best friend in the entire world and you would do anything for her in a moment’s notice, but if she said anything or mentioned how close you were, you would jokingly tell her that your relationship was only as good as it was because of her cat. A beautifully striped gray and brown tabby with green eyes, Fig had the most beautiful purr and the unique ability to make you forget every worry you’ve ever had when she was within three feet of you.

You practically flopped down on the couch, heaving a sigh that must have clearly communicated your worries, because the next thing you knew, Fig was crawling over to you and settling in your lap. Instantly, you could feel some form of peace wash over your brain, and Natasha walked into the room to see you smiling.

She sat down next to you, and you laid your head on her shoulder. After years of friendship the two of you felt completely comfortable around each other, and this was not a new experience for either of you. Truth be told, if given the chance to progress your relationship you would probably take it in a heartbeat (you would never be able to deny the fact that she was incredibly attractive), but right now you were happy with the way that you snuggled on the couch while you gently ran your hands down Fig’s back, listening to the way she purred like some kind of fluffy comfort machine.

“You want to talk to me about your bad day?” she asked quietly, reaching to grab the pale blue blanket that rested on the top of the couch and place it over your laps.

You paused, thinking about her question as Fig got herself comfortable in the blanket, and you smiled at the way her little head popped out but her body stayed exactly where it was before. “Not really,” you said. “It’s just a lot of things that seemed to build up, you know?”

“Yeah, I do,” she said. “And you know that if you ever do decide you want to talk, I’m here for you.” Both of you have said that to each other before, and you never doubted her sincerity. But since the friendship you had built together centered more around physical comfort than long vent sessions (and the fact that you did not want to cry right now), you elected not to go into the finer details of your terrible day.

Pizza was ordered and movies were played, all from the comfort of the couch, and it was hours before you even moved from that spot. You watched as Fig played with a toy mouse on the ground, filled with a kind of sudden energy that you honestly envied a little bit, and you thanked Natasha profusely for everything she did for you.

Halfway through the second movie of the day and right after Fig had hopped up in your lap once more, you could feel your eyes closing. Natasha was right next to you, and you didn’t want to disturb the way she was settled against you, so you just closed your eyes and allowed yourself to drift off right then and there. For a beautifully blissful moment, you completely forgot about what had given you so much pain and stress earlier today, and you allowed yourself to bask in the comfort and serenity that being in this place (and with this company) brought.

You could have sworn you felt a soft kiss on your forehead as you slipped away from the waking world, but it also could have been a perfect dream. Whatever it was though, you didn’t really care, because you were right where you were supposed to be.

- the end -

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After The Mission

Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader

Fictober Day 20 of 31

Words: 1,041

Summary: You didn't know how much longer you could deal with your growing attraction to Bucky Barnes, and it certainly doesn't help that the two of you had been assigned a mission that included black tie attire.

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

For once, everything seemed to go to plan. The plans were successful, the bad guy was caught, and no one else could do you any harm. There was just one little problem, and that was the rising tension between you and your mission partner.

You knew Bucky Barnes was handsome, most people did at this point. But you had also only seem him in tactical gear and the casual clothes he wore around the compound, so to walk into the living room and see him in a full suit was truly something else. You would like to think that you saw his breath hitch slightly when he first laid eyes on you (and the very expensive designer dress you were wearing), but you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself.

This was a rare assignment, mainly because you didn’t actually have to do any fighting. Your entire job was to keep an eye on one specific patron at this fancy restaurant, and alert the rest of the team when he started to move, and that’s what you did. It almost felt like you were actually just out for a nice dinner with Bucky, and you were certainly not complaining.

But now, as you were setting foot back in the compound, something felt different between you. Before tonight you might have suggested that you meet back in the living room and have a pajama and ice cream movie marathon, but right now that seemed completely impossible. Not because you had argued or anything of that nature, but because things just felt different between you and him after this dinner.

Just as you decided that it was probably time to take this dress off and get ready for bed, you heard a knock at your door. You immediately walked over and opened it, thinking it was probably Natasha on the other side, stopping by to let you know how the rest of the team did when they apprehended the target and if there was anything else that needed to be done in the coming days.

You certainly weren’t expecting Bucky to be standing on the other side. “Hey,” he said. “I just wanted to check in with you.” He had also not yet shed his fancy evening attire, and the fact that his tie was currently undone around his neck was only making him more attractive. Seriously, why did he have to be so attractive? Was he trying to kill you?

“Oh,” was your response, not quite sure what to make of the interaction at this point. “Did Steve send something out to the team that I missed?”

“Not in an official sense,” he said, and your expression changed to one of confusion. “You seemed like something was bothering you on the way home, so I wanted to make sure everything was okay.”

“Thank you for checking on me,” you said. “I don’t think anything was wrong, I’m sorry if I made you feel that way.” That wasn’t the whole truth and you knew it, but the reality was that you were acting differing because of the ridiculously crazy thoughts running through your head at that moment, all of which involved you and Bucky in much less clothing and several rather compromising positions.

“Are you sure?” he said. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I promise I’m not mad at you,” you said, a small smile crossing your face. “That is absolutely not the reason I was acting like that on the way home.”

You had really hoped that he would just let the conversation go after that and allow you to get ready for bed (and pine for him in peace), but of course that was not what happened. “So there is something,” he said, closing the door behind him as he stepped further into your room. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you said, trying to think of an excuse to get out of this conversation. “Don’t worry.”

“But I am worried,” was his response, and it was accompanied by a look that almost made your heart melt right then and there. “Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong?”

“Because it’s about you,” you said, and immediately regretted it.

“What? I thought you just-”

Since you would rather he be disgusted by your attraction to him than angry at himself for doing something wrong (which he absolutely hadn’t done), you decided to just tell him the truth. “Because I like you,” you said softly. “And I know that it’s probably a stupid little crush and I’ll get over it, but I saw you in that suit tonight and I’m pretty sure my brain forgot how thoughts work.” You watched as your words sank in, waiting for the inevitable rejection that would break your heart for a few weeks before you would be able to recover.

But much to your surprise, that rejection never came.

Instead, Bucky’s hands found their way to your waist, and he gently pulled you closer to him. Your lips met immediately, and it didn’t really matter who kissed who, because both of you were pouring so much passion into the kiss that you genuinely wondered if you would faint when you pulled apart.

Thankfully, your legs continued to work (even if they did wobble a little), and unfortunately you did have to break for air. “I really hope that it isn’t a little crush,” he said, his eyes searching yours with an expression of pure happiness. “Because seeing you walk out in that dress made me feel pretty much the same way.”

“Really?” This had to be some kind of dream, it was simply too good to be true.

“Really.” He leaned in and placed another soft kiss on your lips. “And I really don’t want this night to end.”

Your breath hitched. “Me neither,” you breathed, voice barely above a whisper.

His lips began to travel down to your neck, and you had to fight hard not to make any embarrassing noises. You could hear the sound of someone’s phone ringing beyond your lovesick haze, and you knew that he had probably heard it too, but neither of you were going to pay attention to it.

Right now, you were just enjoying this perfect moment. 

- the end -

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Sweet Dreams

Hunter/Reader

Fictober Day 1 of 31

Words: 914

Summary: You get a visitor in your bunk for the night, and Hunter can't help but find it adorable.

Note: happy october everyone! i'll be posting 31 fics for 31 different characters this month!

Clone Troopers Masterlist

The sound of someone whispering your name and the feeling of that same person shaking you awake was the first thing you registered when you opened your eyes. The bunk area of the Marauder was still completely dark, indicating that it was not yet morning, so you were a little confused about the reason you were being woken up at this point.

Blinking your eyes open (and trying to keep them from immediately closing again), you could see the faint outline of someone next to your bed. “You need smmm?” you managed to croak out, voice heavy with sleep. There weren’t too many rules on this ship, but one of the ones that did exist (and was usually well-respected among the squad) was the one about not waking you up, unless there was a serious problem (like fire, death, or ambush).

In the haze of your sleepy state, you could hear Omega’s voice, and as the world came into focus you could see that it was indeed the young girl who had woken you. “What’s wrong?” you asked, immediately snapping awake when you noticed the tearful expression on her face.

“I had a nightmare,” she admitted softly. “And I know you said-”

You reached out to take her hand. “I remember,” you said, shifting so that there was more space next to you in your bunk. “Do you want to lay with me for a while?”

Omega nodded, immediately crawling in next to you. A little bit after she had started traveling with you and the Bad Batch, you had all had a conversation about nightmares. When the other members of the batch had left the area, you had softly offered that if she ever had a nightmare and she wanted some company or wanted to be somewhere else, she had full permission to just crawl into your bunk, whether you were in there or not. At first she had tried to say that your offer wasn’t necessary, but softened when you talked about having nightmares yourself, and the two of you agreed that even big kids could be scared sometimes.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked as she got settled next to you, and you wrapped your arm around her once she had gotten comfortable.

“Not really.” Her voice was soft and slightly shaky, and you just smiled as you brought your arm up to run through her hair, the soothing gesture bringing a smile to her face.

“That’s fine,” you whispered. “I’m here if you change your mind, but it’s okay if you just want to stay here too.”

She nodded, and you could see (even in the dark of the ship) that she was growing more and more tired. You brought your blanket up to cover more of her body than it had been before, and the sound of your soft hums guided her to sleep, with you falling back asleep right beside her.

***

As Hunter stared out at the blue streaks of hyperspace passing by, he tried to keep his fatigue at bay. If it were up to him, right now he would be snuggled up in his bunk, fast asleep as someone else took a shift making sure that nothing in the cockpit blew up while they soared between systems. But unfortunately it was his turn to spend half of the night awake, and that dream could not be a reality for another hour or so.

Well, if it was really up to him, he would be snuggled up next to you. While he did not yet have the official title of “boyfriend,” something serious was certainly developing between you and him, and sometimes the two of you shared a bunk (something he secretly hoped happened every night). He didn’t think his brothers knew anything about it, but he wasn’t sure.

By the time Echo stepped into the cockpit to relieve him of his “shift,” Hunter was yawning and could barely find the ability to stay awake. He nodded at his brother in thanks as he got up to head back to the bunks, but as he walked down the hall, he could have sworn that he heard Echo say something about not being able to sleep in his bunk, which he just barely acknowledged before stepping into the room. Suddenly, his brother’s comment made both more sense and less sense (if that even made sense at all).

Hunter’s bunk (as expected) was completely empty, but he finally found the answers to his questions when his head turned to look at your bunk.

Omega was cuddled up next to you, and the two of you had similar expressions of tranquility on your faces. He couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face at the scene, and there was a part of him that wanted to see if he could get into bed as well, to try and wrap his arms around both of you. But he knew (as did Echo, apparently) that he wouldn’t be able to do so without disturbing you, and so Hunter decided to sleep in his own bunk for the night.

As he fell asleep, he tried not to think about the fact that he had apparently not been as secret in his affections as he previously thought, and it was likely that everyone on the ship knew something about his affinity for you.

And of course, he also couldn’t stop thinking about how cute you and Omega looked cuddled up together.

- the end - 

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Unfortunate Cuddling

Carol Danvers/Reader

Fictober Day 27 of 31

Words: 894

Summary: There's no way to avoid the fate that's been assigned to you for this particular mission, and neither of you are happy about having to share a bed. 

Carol Danvers Masterlist

You dropped your bag on the floor by the door of the hotel room and heaved a sigh as you stepped further inside. This mission was already turning out to be a disaster, and you technically hadn’t even began the actual assignment yet. Not only did the entire team have to share hotel rooms due to the limited availability, but you were stuck with the one person on the team that you couldn’t stand.

You would have rather roomed with any other member of the team. You could deal with snoring, blanket hogs, or even ridiculously complicated night time routines, but you were not looking forward to spending over seven hours alone in a room with Carol Danvers.

And of course, the universe had to go and make things worse for you, because there was only one bed in that room.

This was it, your absolute worst nightmare. Forget everything you’ve ever feared before or every unpleasant experience you’d ever had. This was worse, no contest. You and Carol have simply never gotten along. It had gotten to the point where you started taking weekend trips whenever you knew she was stopping by the compound, but this was simply unavoidable. Some missions were all-hands-on-deck, and this was simply one of them, so she had shown up with her stupidly perfect hair and her stupidly well-fitting uniform and you couldn’t ignore her existence.

“So this is Tony’s idea of a cruel joke, huh?” Carol said as she stepped into the hotel room behind you. The scowl on her face looked like it was never going to leave, and she hadn’t even seen the sleeping situation yet.

“It gets worse,” you deadpanned, waiting for her to get to where you were standing.

She didn’t respond the way you thought she would (with expletives or a dramatic exit), but it was still clear that she was not happy about the situation either. But you already knew that there were no more rooms to spare, so you were going to have to either suck it up and share the bed or sleep on the floor.

The two of you unpacked as much as you could, all with the room blanketed in a thick and suffocating silence. This tension was the most awkward thing in the entire world, and you would have almost rather have been slinging insults at each other this entire time. After you finished that, you sat at the desk in the corner of the room as you reviewed mission files, and eventually it got to the point where you needed to go to sleep.

She was already laying with her back to you, and once you were all ready you gently slipped under the covers. Turning away from her, you tried to close your eyes and forget about where you were and who you were sleeping next to, but it was next to impossible. Eventually a pillow placed in between your bodies did help you drift off to sleep, but you wouldn’t consider it a full victory.

The feeling of fatigue and the desire to go back to bed was hard to battle as the sound of your alarm punctured the air, but you eventually wrenched your eyes open and turned it off. Right as you moved to get up, you noticed something.

There was an arm on you, and it wasn’t one of yours.

Freezing instantly, you turned your gaze over to Carol’s side of the bed, where she had somehow turned over in her sleep and made it past the pillow you had placed as a barrier between you. While you wouldn’t consider it fully cuddling, you were now a lot closer to her than when you had fallen asleep last night.

If you were being completely honest, you didn’t really mind. Carol was incredibly beautiful, and maybe if she didn’t hate you, there could have been something between you and her, but right now that was not the case.

A soft snore from Carol brought your attention back to the present. Should you wake her up now? You almost wondered how she would explain this, or if she would try to avoid the topic completely. Maybe if you were a little stronger, you could use this as an opportunity to extend an olive branch, and the two of you might not be enemies any more.

But of course, you didn’t know how she would react, and there was still a very important mission in the very near future. You could deal with the implications of your sleeping positions and the effect that may have on your relationship (or lack thereof) later.

You quietly pulled yourself out from under her arm, slightly shocked when she didn’t even stir. After a moment of wondering whether or not you were doing the right thing, the alarm on her cell phone started to go off, and you practically sprinted into the bathroom to begin getting ready before she even opened her eyes.

You were in this hotel for a reason, your brain kept saying, and it wasn’t to mess around with another member of the team.

Maybe it was the cowardly thing to do, but right now you would have to save the delusions of friendship and far-fetched hopes of romance for a later time. And maybe then, you could be cuddling with her for real. 

- the end -

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Truth Serum Isn't Real ...Oh Wait Kriff

Obi-Wan Kenobi/Fem!Reader

Fictober Day 17 of 31

Words: 1,154

Summary: After being captured by Dooku and completely under the influence of something you were injected with, some confessions (of the love variety) were made to your best friend.

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Okay, the restraints around your wrists were really starting to get uncomfortable, and you were a little annoyed about it. Count Dooku was incredibly rich and currently had the unconditional backing of several wealthy and important systems who believed in the Separatist cause, and he couldn’t spring for slightly nicer cuffs? Come on.

And speaking of the ex-Jedi, he was standing across the room from you, glaring imposingly towards the doorway. Someone had walked in and injected you with some kind of clear liquid, and according to Dooku himself, 10 minutes needed to pass before whatever it was would take effect. You had been assured that it wasn’t poison, though if you were being completely honest you really didn’t believe them.

The grand separatist flagship was currently floating just outside the atmosphere of some Mid-Rim planet, and you were desperately hoping that one of your fellow Jedi would burst in to help at any moment. You had been outnumbered from the moment you made contact with the army, and even though you fought valiantly, Dooku’s power eventually took hold. The battalion of men under your command managed to get away, and you explicitly told your commander to leave you behind, because you knew it was the only way. He would certainly go back to the Jedi Council for help, and you just hoped that there would be someone available to do that.

Whatever you had just been injected with was starting to make you sleepy, and it would take a lot more energy than you currently had to be able to keep them open. As you felt your eyes close, you tried to reach out to your fellow Jedi through the Force, a last-ditch attempt to call for help. There was nothing you could do now, and you just hoped that you had not been forgotten.

***

It wasn’t until the ship entered hyperspace again did you open your eyes, and Obi-Wan could immediately tell that something was wrong. After receiving a distressed communication from Commander Grave, Obi-Wan had immediately jumped into action, and Anakin along with him. Together they cut through the swaths of droids on the ship and took on Dooku himself in combat, and Obi-Wan wondered if his former padawan knew the true reason why he was so worried.

You had been his best friend for as long as he could remember, and you helped train Anakin when he felt out of his depths, despite the fact that you were brand new to all of those experiences as well. His former padawan knew that you and Obi-Wan were close, and he knew that Anakin felt a familial bond towards you, but what he had never been able to admit was that the way he felt about you was not entirely platonic.

He had tried to keep his face even when the holo image of Grave appeared, and he began to explain what had happened. Obi-Wan tried to remain level-headed, but at the same time he didn’t care about protocol and procedure when your life was at stake. Anakin was thankfully on board with dropping temporarily pausing the assignment from the Senate to find and rescue you. They had met up with your troops, who were just as worried about you, and gave everything they had to help the two Jedi rescue you.

Your eyes, usually bright and inquisitive, now had a glazed look to them, and they fluttered open and closed at a concerning rate. Obi-Wan stepped closer to you, gently murmuring your name as to not scare you before you realized what was going on.

You let out an unusual noise, something that could only be described by Obi-Wan as the cross between a whine and a groan. “What happened to you?” he asked, wondering if you had any injuries he couldn’t see.

“Dooku,” you said, half whispering.

Obi-Wan felt like his blood began to boil, and he felt himself think some very un-Jedi like thoughts. “What did he do?”

“Heeeeeee-” you took a pause after holding out the word. “-injected me with some stuff that they said would take 10 minutes.” Your speech was definitely slurred, and to the untrained eye (or to someone who didn’t know the situation), it looked like you were incredibly drunk. “I thought I heard something about truth ser-”

“Truth serum?” Obi-Wan cut in.

“Yeahhhhhhh,” you said, at this point totally unaware of anything going on. Obi-Wan wondered if you even knew where you were or who you were talking to. “I don’t believe in that osik usually, but I think Obi-Wan does. I’ll have to ask him what he thinks, but I just have to be careful that I don’t tell him I love him.”

Well, that answered his question about whether or not you knew who you were talking to.

Obi-Wan’s brain stopped working right then and there, and he didn’t know what to say. That didn’t matter though, because it seemed like you didn’t register the fact that he hadn’t responded. “It’d be soooooooo awkward,” you babbled, staring up at the roof of the ship. “But the Jedi Code comes first, and I guess that’s how it will always have t-”

You passed out instantly, and seconds later the sound of soft snores filled the small area.

Obi-Wan was unable to stop his mind from racing as he walked back to the cockpit of the ship, where Anakin was staring out at the blue streaks of hyperspace as they passed by. “How is she?” he asked.

“She’ll be alright.” That didn’t seem like it truly could explain what just happened, but what was Obi-Wan going to say? He hoped that Anakin hadn’t heard anything, but he also didn’t want to actually ask him if he had. Anakin’s answer would be nothing but that Obi-Wan should talk to you, but he wasn’t sure if he had the strength to do that yet.

“That’s good.”

Obi-Wan breathed a sigh of relief, because it didn’t seem that Anakin was aware of the confession that just took place, albeit that it was one aided by something of Dooku’s creation, that addled your mind to the point of inebriation.

But of course, that relief was short lived.

As they touched down on Coruscant, and Jedi healers rushed in to move you somewhere safer, Anakin looked at his former master with a glint of mischief in his eye. “You know, you should probably tell her that you feel the same way when she wakes up,” he said as he stepped off the ramp of the ship.

“What are you talking about?” Obi-Wan sputtered, but Anakin was already out of earshot, clearly not waiting for a response as he hurried to catch up with Commander Grave.

There was no use trying to deny things at this point, and he knew that his former padawan was right. Now it was just a matter of overcoming his own worries and doubts.  

- the end -

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Bacta, Burns, and Bedside Manner

Kix/Fem!Reader

Fictober Day 7 of 31

Words: 1,656

Summary: Kix has a lot of talents, but his brothers wouldn't usually cite bedside manner as one of them. That is, until you showed up in the medbay with injuries that needed to be looked at.

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“Kriff!” you swore loudly and unapologetically as the wire you were working on sparked, startling you and burning two of your fingertips. You were currently wedged in the engine of a gunship, attempting to repair the combustion, but so far all you were doing was causing yourself more pain. There was already a nasty looking scratch on your arm from where you had accidentally caught it on a jagged edge, and your head was throbbing from where you had hit it against the top of the space you were occupying. To say the least, you were not having a good day.

“Are you alright in there?” a trooper’s voice sounded from outside the gunship.

“Yeah!” you called before pulling your body out from the engine and looking at who had stepped into your workshop (Fives). “Just crossed my wires and caught a little spark, that’s all.”

The “little spark” in question actually hurt a lot more than you were letting on, as red-hot pain seized through your fingertips and made you feel like you were holding a hot pan, but he didn’t need to know that.

But even though you were attempting to keep your injuries to yourself, Fives still wasn’t convinced. He just stared at the scrape on your arm (that had started to bleed more profusely at this point) for a few moments before looking up to meet your gaze. “Are you sure? You’re bleeding there.”

“That’s fine, I’ll just throw a patch over it.”

Fives raised his eyebrows. “I don’t think that’s something a single bacta patch can fix,” he said. “Let me take you to the medbay.”

You were all set to say no, that you knew basic first aid and could handle everything yourself, but the pain in your fingertips was only continuing to increase, and you had to fight to keep the tears from welling in your eyes. So instead, you just nodded and stepped forward, allowing Fives to usher you out of your workshop.

When you finally stepped through the doors of the medbay, the brightness and bustle of the room immediately made your head throb even more. You just closed your eyes and stood there with Fives, trying to ignore the pain on your arm, in your fingertips, and on your head. “What’s happened here?” you heard a medic ask.

You opened your eyes to see Kix looking at you with a concerned expression, but you couldn’t find the words to speak just yet. Thankfully, Fives was there to answer his brother’s question. “I walked in to hear her swear and she said that a few crossed wires sparked. That’s not even counting the bleeding scrape on her arm, which she said she would just throw a patch on and be done with.”

After Fives spoke, Kix turned to you. “Is that all true?”

You nodded. “And my head,” you managed to croak out. Kix just nodded and motioned for you to follow him to one of the beds, quietly telling Fives that he could get back to whatever he was doing.

“Alright,” he said once you had sat down on the bed. “Tell me everything that’s wrong.”

You took a deep breath before responding. “The wires burned my fingertips and I hit my head on the gunship before. Oh, and there’s the scrape on my arm, but you can see that pretty clearly.”

“How long ago was the burn sustained?” He asked, and the look on your face told him all he needed to know. He stepped away, returning a few moments with a wet cloth. “Which hand was it?”

You help up the thumb and pointer finger on your dominant hand, and he wrapped the cloth around them, the relief instant as the cool material made contact with your burning skin. “We’ll keep this on for at least a half hour. If it gets too warm, I’ll give you a fresh one.”

You just nodded in response, still overcome by the feeling of the pain finally abated. After that, he cleaned up your scratch and wrapped it in gauze. The feelings of his fingertips gently holding your arm made you feel like you were burning up for a slightly different reason. There was always something about the 501st’s head medic that intrigued you, and you would be lying if you said that you didn’t think he was attractive. All the clones were nice looking in their own ways, but Kix had something special about him.

“You said something about your head too,” he murmured as he secured the gauze on your arm.

“I hit it against the top of the gunship by accident,” you responded.

You pointed out the area to him and he carefully checked you over. “I don’t think you have a concussion, but I’m going to get you some ice for where it hurts,” he said. “Then you can lie down for a little while, okay?”

“No, I thought-”

But the look on his face had you trailing off before you had finished your sentence. “You’re not going anywhere,” he said. “Especially not with those burns on your fingers.”

“But-”

“No buts, you need to rest in order to heal properly, and it won’t do you any good to go back to work before you feel better,” he said gently.

You didn’t want to be a burden to him for longer than you had to be, but you did understand where he was coming from. “Alright,” you said. “I suppose I can stay around a little longer.”

After Kix got you a fresh compress for your burns and an ice pack for your head, you ended up falling asleep, hoping that when you woke up you wouldn’t be in pain anymore.

***

When you opened your eyes, you could hear voices, but the curtain around your bed obscured whoever it was from your view.

“How is she?” That sounded like Fives.

“Asleep now, but she’ll be fine,” Kix responded.

Another voice joined the conversation, and you guessed that it was Echo. “That’s good. Rex said that she should stay here as long as necessary and not to worry about the ship she was fixing, it’s not a big deal.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t scare her off,” yet another voice said, this one sounding like Jesse.

“What do you mean?” Kix asked. You couldn’t see his face, but you could guess that he looked a little bit offended.

You had to hold in a little giggle at Jesse’s words, because you knew what he meant. Bedside manner was not one of Kix’s strengths as a medic. He could patch up any blaster wound in seconds, knew exactly what to look for when there was the possibility of a concussion, and could usually tell just by looking at someone whether or not they had fractured or broken a rib, but he wasn’t exactly all sunshine and smiles while doing so. Especially when it came to his batch mates or fellow troopers of the 501st. The better Kix knew someone, the ruder he was when patching them up, especially if they had sustained the injury doing something dumb. You had escorted a few troopers to the medbay yourself (one time after a game of hide and seek got out of hand), and watched as Kix teased his brothers while he helped them with their injuries.

But he was never like that with you. The harshest he had been was when you tried to get up and go back to work, and you wondered why that was as Fives responded to Kix’s earlier question.

“Come on Kix,” he said. “We get injuries and you call us di’kuts all the time, but suddenly now your bedside manner gets a makeover?”

“It’s because he likes her,” Jesse cut in. Well, that certainly piqued your interest.

“Jesse!”

“What? It’s true, isn’t it?”

But before Kix could confirm or deny the accusations, you sneezed (at the worst kriffing time for it). Conversation stopped and the curtain was pulled away, revealing Kix, Fives, Echo, and Jesse, all staring at you. Jesse seemed to realize the situation first, wishing Kix good luck and bolting out of the medbay, and Fives and Echo were not far behind him.

Kix looked like he wanted to chase after his brothers and strange them as he turned to you. “Is everything okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you responded, not sure where to go from here. Do you apologize that you overheard? Do you ask him if what Jesse said was true?

But Kix spoke again before you could say anything else. “Listen, I’m sorry about them,” he said.

“It’s okay,” you said. “I know what brothers are like, I’m sorry for eavesdropping.”

A silence fell over the two of you, but eventually Kix spoke again. “I just wish they hadn’t been so obvious about it, I was going to get there eventually.”

“What?” Yeah, that definitely wasn’t your finest choice of words.

“Jesse was right, I do like you,” Kix said. “And I was going to ask you out to dinner the next time we were on Coruscant, but I suppose the tooka is out of the bag now.”

“And is that offer of dinner on Coruscant still on the table?” you asked tentatively. You really hoped that he said yes, because if this was really happening, you didn’t want to go back the way it was.

Kix smiled. “Maybe. Why, do you want to take it?”

“Maybe.”

The two of you shared a quiet laugh as Kix took your hand, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your cheek. “Yeah, it’s still on the table.”

But before he could pull away, you took advantage of a fleeting moment of bravery and sat up, placing a kiss of your own on his lips. “Good,” you said as you broke apart, love struck looks on both your faces. “Because I’d really like to take you up on the offer.”  

- the end - 

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Awkward Misconceptions

Din Djarin/Fem!Reader

Fictober Day 5 of 31

Words: 948

Summary: You, Din, and Grogu are mistaken for a family.

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The child gurgled quietly in your arms as you sat across from the Mandalorian at the table, waiting for the food and drinks you ordered to arrive. You weren’t sure if he was going to take off his helmet to eat or not, but you didn’t want to make him feel like he had to if he didn’t want to. You had seen his face, but there were still complete strangers in the establishment. Since he brought Grogu to the Jedi and found out that he was the true master of the Darksaber, he hadn’t removed his helmet since. You just hoped that he would at least take some of the food back to his ship to eat it later, because you worried about him sometimes.

It had been a shock when you learned of Grogu’s return, to see the Mandalorian exit a firefight with the creature in his arms that you could have sworn had gone off to learn about the ways of the Jedi, and he explained the situation to you once everyone was safe. Of course you had been overjoyed to see the Child again, and you wondered what his future was going to look like now that he had decided not to pursue the teachings of the Jedi.

You hadn’t spent all that much time around him, but you considered him a friend nonetheless. Several times had he reached out to ask for your help, and you were always happy to lend a hand when you could. Although you had left your previous life as a mercenary behind and now spent your days working as a speeder and droid mechanic on Tatooine, the skills that you had not yet lost were often useful to the types of situations he found himself in.

“Here you are,” the twi’lek waitress said as she approached your table with a few plates of food, and smiled when she saw Grogu, who had hopped down from your arms and was now sitting next to you, perched atop your bag so that he could see over the table and better reach his food. “And what a darling he is! Are you out for lunch with your parents bud?”

You internally freaked out a little when you realized what she had just insinuated, but Grogu just gurgled happily as he reached out to grab something off one of the plates. Taking that as the answer she was looking for, the waitress just smiled and told you to let her know if you needed anything, to which you politely nodded and thanked her for bringing the food.

The entire time, your eyes were on the Mandalorian, desperately hoping that things wouldn’t get awkward, and that he didn’t get up and leave. You’d be lying if you said there weren’t times where you wished that you, him, and Grogu could be a family in the way that the waitress had just assumed, but you didn’t ever say anything about it. In no way did you blame the Twi’lek, it was nothing but a simple assumption (that Grogu seemed to affirm), but you just wished you could snap your fingers and make the blanket of awkwardness that had settled over the table just melt away into thin air.

Thankfully, the food’s arrival seemed to work some magic and help recover the atmosphere of the conversation. After a few bites (and a couple times where you helped Grogu), things were much less awkward, and conversation had started to flow between you and the Mandalorian once more. “Where do you think you’re going to travel to next?” you asked.

“I’m not sure,” he said. “I didn’t expect for him to return at all, let alone so soon, and I don’t know if I want to keep moving or try and find somewhere to settle.”

“If you’re looking for somewhere to stay while you figure that out, I have a few extra rooms at my place,” you offered. Part of you cringed as the words left your mouth, and you thought that he would see your offer as desperate or suddenly say that he didn’t want to spend time with you anymore, but thankfully that didn’t seem to be the case.

“Thank you,” he said. “I may just take you up on the offer, but I have a few things I must deal with first.”

“Of course,” you said. “It’s only if you’d like to.”

Much to your surprise, he reached out across the table to where your hand was resting next to your plate and laid his over it for a moment. “I would,” he said. “I really appreciate how much you’ve helped me.”

He pulled his hand away after he spoke, but you wished he hadn’t.

The meal was over a little while after (you forced him to take the wrapped-up leftovers for himself), and soon you were waving goodbye at Grogu as he sat adorably in the Mandalorian’s new starfighter’s droid-port. He hadn't gotten in yet, and you had plans to wave them off before heading back to your shop. “Hey!” you called out, and he turned back to look at you. Despite the fact that you couldn’t see his face, you would be willing to bet there was a quizzical look on it as he wondered what you could possibly want now. “See you soon?”

There was a short pause before he answered. “You have my word.” You just nodded in response, both of you knowing what it meant.

Although you weren’t a family in the exact way that the waitress had assumed (yet, if you had anything to do about it), you still considered him family, and you hoped he did too. 

- the end -

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One Night To Change Everything

Commander Wolffe/Fem!Reader

Fictober Day 13 of 31

Words: 827

Summary: To everyone else around him, Wolffe's affections for you were as clear as the highest-grade Corellian Vodka. It was just the commander that needed a little help to see it.

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Wolffe didn’t have romantic feelings. He was a high-ranking commander in the Grand Army of the Republic, he just didn’t have the time for them. And he certainly didn’t have feelings for the 104th’s civilian administrator, no matter what Sinker and Boost tried to say to him.

It wasn’t that he hated you, that couldn’t be further from the truth, but he didn’t do romance. Not only could clones get into a lot of trouble if they were caught engaging in romantic relationships, but he never even considered that with you. You were someone he thought of as a friend, and yes, you were very beautiful, but he didn’t have those kinds of feelings for you.

Or at least, that’s what he told the men under his command every single time one of them said something about how Wolffe needed to “make a move.”

They had practically dragged him to 79’s after you had agreed to go out and let loose for a little while they were on leave, and there really was no use trying to back out. Sinker and Boost were excellent on the battlefield, and their iron courage also extended to going head-to-head with their commanding officer. Plus, if he was being truly honest with himself, he enjoyed nights out with his men, and he wanted to make sure that you were safe as well. Maybe that last part wasn’t the whole truth, but it was all he was willing to admit right now.

But that pointed self-ignorance didn’t last long, because as he sat in the booth at 79’s and watched as you were approached by several of his brothers from different battalions, Wolffe finally had to admit that maybe Sinker and Boost were right about how he felt about you. It certainly didn’t help that you had left behind the drab officer’s grays that he had always seen you wearing while on the flagship. Your outfit now was in no way inappropriate for the setting, but it suited you in a way that the Republic-issued uniforms would never be able to hold a candle to, and he couldn’t stop staring.

Fantasies passed through his head of finally taking your hand and kissing you. They were more intoxicating than the drink in front of him, but there was still something that kept him from acting on those feelings. Maybe it was fear of getting rejected by you, the fear of what might happen to you if your romantic tryst was uncovered, or wanting to avoid the inevitable teasing of the rest of his squad, but all he could do is sit there and stare.

He didn’t even truly register the sight of you walking in his direction, but moments later you were there, taking a seat next to him in the booth. “Is everything okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, everything is fine,” you said as you took a sip of your drink. “I came over here to ask you the same question actually.”

That definitely caught him off guard. “Why?”

“Because we’ve been here for half the night already and you haven’t left the booth,” you said. “I wanted to make sure nothing was wrong.”

“I’m fine,” he said. “Most of the times we come here I stay to the background anyway, just in case anything happens.”

You nodded. “And as honorable a duty as that is, I feel bad that you’re sacrificing your night out.”

“I don’t mind,” he said. “I like knowing my men are safe, and it seems like they’re behaving tonight.”

You smiled, a sight that Wolffe immediately committed to memory. “That’s great news, because I really came over here to ask you for a dance.”

There was no other person in the entire galaxy that could have convinced him to leave the booth and head over to the dance floor, but he followed you like a puppy. You gently took his hand and began to slowly coax the dancer in him out from behind the shield he kept up all the times.

The music changed so many times, and with each new song he felt more comfortable. As something slower came across the speakers, you moved closer to him, and his hands found your waist. “See?” you asked, a smile on your face. “Isn’t this much more fun than sitting at that booth all night?”

“You were right.” Maybe it was the one drink he had all evening, maybe it was the euphoria of dancing with you, but he did something then that he would have never had the courage to do before. He leaned down, moving to kiss you on the cheek, but you moved at the last second, pressing your lips to his.

It was something he’d never forget, and even though he knew that his troops were likely whooping and cheering from the border of the dance floor as they watched their commander kiss the 104th’s civilian administrator, he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

- the end - 

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Workplaces Are Not For Kissing

Peggy Carter/Fem!Reader

Fictober Day 15 of 31

Words: 1,149

Summary: A bout of jealousy (and some meddling from Daniel) finally pushes Peggy to make a move on you, who she's been (not so) secretly pining for. 

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Peggy watched through the slats in the blinds of the chief’s office as you spoke to one of the agents in the bullpen, and he was obviously flirting with you. It didn’t seem like you were showing any interest back, but she still didn’t like the sight. But even if you were flirting with Agent Wilner, it wouldn’t matter, because you and Peggy weren’t together.

She could feel her jaw tighten as the agent slipped you a piece of paper, clearly with his phone number on it, and she didn’t even notice the door open. “You’re staring at Y/N again.” A pink tinge crossed her cheeks as she looked up to see Daniel standing in the doorway, an eyebrow raised as he looked at her.

She straightened her posture, trying not to let her embarrassment show. “I’m not.”

“Sure Peggy, and my name is Jack Thompson,” Daniel said as he stepped further into the room and closed the door. “You know that if you just asked her out, you wouldn’t have to stare at her all the time like that.”

“I know,” she said, finally tearing her eyes away from you in the bullpen. “But-”

“But what?” Daniel cut him off. “It’s not like she works at the SSR, even though she’s here pretty often. And I happen to know for a fact that despite the fact that she’s his personal assistant, she has no interest in Howard.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but didn’t get a chance to before the door opened once more, and you walked in. “I have some files that Howard asked me to give to you guys,” you said. “I was going to just file them myself so I didn’t bother anyone, but Agent Wilner informed me I couldn’t do that.”

“Peggy can help you with those!” Daniel said brightly, and Peggy shot him a glare that (thankfully) you didn’t seem to notice.

“Oh I don’t want to be a bother,” you said. “I can also come back if this isn’t a good time.”

“Don’t worry, now is the perfect time,” Daniel said, a smile on his face that Peggy wanted to make disappear. He was being way too obvious, and soon you were going to start asking questions if he didn’t tone it down.

You smiled, stepping back outside the office to collect the stacks of paperwork that had been left on a table, and Peggy turned back to Daniel. “You’re so ridiculous.”

“And you’re so lovesick. I’m just trying to help,” he said, and she just playfully rolled her eyes in response. She knew his intentions were pure, she just wanted to not rush things with you. And yeah, maybe she was a little nervous about actually acting on her feelings. People around her sometimes found themselves in situations that were dangerous and even fatal, and in no way did she want to potentially put you in that kind of trouble.

Peggy stepped back out into the bullpen and took half of the files from your arms. The two of you fell into step beside each other as you made your way to the back of the office. The setup of the LA office was a little different than it had been in New York, and their collection of older files was a little farther away. The files in your arms were full of information about Howard’s brush with the law (and the thankfully avoided mass destruction) that took place last year, and it would be joining all of the other information the SSR had obtained about the incident, which now was up to three boxes. Since Howard moved out to LA, all files regarding him and that incident were moved to the LA SSR, and the collection was still growing.

The file room’s shelves were full of perfectly labeled boxes sitting on them, some collecting more dust than others. The actual putting away of the files took almost no time at all, and soon an awkward silence had blanketed the small space as the two of you worked on putting the boxes back where they had previously been.

And that silence only grew when her hand brushed yours, before you pulled it away. “I’m sorry,” she heard you say, likely because you thought you had gotten too close to Peggy.

“Don’t be,” Peggy said, hoping that she didn’t look nervous either. “This is a small space.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, a short laugh escaping your mouth. “Secluded too. Howard would have a field day if his office had somewhere like this.”

This was clearly an attempt to lighten the mood, and Peggy smiled. “Really?”

“Of course,” you said. “We would have to clean it daily.”

Now Peggy laughed for real, and you joined in. “I’m glad we don’t have any of that here,” she said.

“No scandal at the SSR?” you said playfully, and suddenly Peggy realized how close she was to you. She shook her head, and you laughed. “Want to be the first?”

You were really close now, and she was not unhappy about it. Despite your forward words, it was her that made the first move physically, and she reached down to take your hand. Clearly you felt the same way about her that she did about you, and she was not going to let this opportunity pass her by.

Your eyes did all the talking for a brief moment, and then your lips pressed to hers as everything in the entire world stopped (for Peggy at least). Ignoring the fact that anyone could walk into this room right now and see you two, Peggy allowed herself to get lost in the moment.

It was over much too soon for her liking, and you just smiled at her as you placed the last box of Howard’s files back where it had been on the shelf. “Do you want to go out for dinner with me?” you asked, a hopeful look on your face breaking through your cool exterior.

In response, Peggy leaned in and placed a soft peck on your lips. “Of course,” she said.

“Pick you up at seven? I already know where you live.”

Peggy laughed at the idea of you showing up to Howard’s house, and an image of Howard and the Jarvises acting like protective older siblings accompanied it. She knew that Ana and Edwin loved and cared for you as much as they did her, so no amount of false intimidation would get through, and no you would probably smile at their attempt to make you worry about what might happen to you if you brought Peggy back too late. “That sounds lovely,” she said.

She would probably have to thank Daniel for practically forcing her into the room with you, but that would happen in due time. Right now, she just wanted to enjoy the memory of your lips on hers. 

- the end -

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On a Warpath

Harley Quinn/Reader

Fictober Day 18 of 31

Words: 811

Summary: In an attempt to find out when your girlfriend would be back from her latest mission, it becomes apparent that you're a lot more like her than you thought you were.

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You walked with purpose, a look on your face that gave off one very specific message: do not fuck with me. Having just gone through a rather tiring and intense twenty four hours prior, the last thing that anyone wanted to do (if they knew what was good for them) was piss you off.

And right now, you were aiming that anger and annoyance at the government, or more specifically, the army. To get even more specific, you fully planned on taking your fury out on the people who had sent your girlfriend off on an extra-dangerous mission and then decided not to tell you about it.

You understood that the government still viewed her as a criminal and that the assignments she went on were often of the utmost secrecy, but you worked in the same building as Amanda Waller and Rick Flag, and you thought that some of that secrecy was a little much. You had just as much combat training as half the men on this base, and just because you worked in the administrative side of things didn’t mean you should be kept in the dark.

Rick Flag’s office was closer, so you stepped in there first. He was sitting at his desk, doing something on his computer. Recently he’d taken a different role in the jobs and missions that these unorthodox teams went on, and that meant that he knew more than he used to, and didn’t usually have to risk his life as much. “Where’s the jet?” you asked as you stepped through the door, not even bothering with any kind of pleasantry.

“Look, we really can’t say anything about-” he started to say, as if he knew that eventually you would be in here sniffing around for information.

“Save the corporate bullshit,” you said, cutting him off. “I was told they would be back last night, and they’re not. What happened?”

“There were some complications-”

“Rick, come on. You know I won’t go around saying anything.”

He sighed. “I know, but-”

Okay, now you were getting annoyed. “Listen-”

“Y/N-”

At this point you had reached the end of your patience, and you decided to communicate in a manner that you knew he would understand. You pulled your gun from its holster and trained it at him. He looked shocked, but he really shouldn’t have been. Your girlfriend was missing, and you would go just as crazy for her as she would for you. “Are you listening?” you asked, all of the worry and fear for your partner was coming out (albeit in a way that was much more violent than usual).

He had recovered from the initial shock of having a gun pointed at him in his office, and sighed before responding. “I’m listening, I promise,” he said. “And I wish that things were different, but I can’t say anything.”

“I just want to make sure Harley’s alright,” you said. “I don’t need an exact location, but I just need to know that she’s still alive.”

There was a silence that settled over the space, and eventually Flag nodded. “We received a communication from the team a little while ago. There’s still more they have to do, but it sounded like they were almost done. According to the computer, Harley’s neck chip is still active. But I’m not the head communication for this team, so that’s all I know.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that she had at least made it this far. “Thank you for telling me,” you said, putting your gun away and turning to leave. “I’m sorry I threatened you.”

Flag just laughed. “You’re more like her than you realize, you know that?”

***

Your eyes were just beginning to close later that night when you heard a small shuffling noise and then the door to your room opened. “I’m hoooooooome!” The very recognizable voice of your girlfriend filled the room, and you smiled as she flipped the lights on.

the next thing you knew, you had gotten out of bed and wrapped her in a hug, despite the fact that she was covered in dirt (and what you knew was probably blood). “I’m glad you’re okay,” you said leaning in to kiss her.

“I heard you threatened Flag with a gun!”

Your mouth fell open in shock. “He told you?”

She just laughed. “Yeah, and I couldn’t be more proud of you! I’ll have you robbing banks with me in no time!”

Now it was your turn to laugh. “Why don’t you go take a shower and then we can sleep for a little while. The banks will still be there in the morning.”

As the night winded down once more, and Harley fell asleep beside you, there was only one thought running through your head, and it was just how happy you were that she was back. 

- the end -

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Rescue Mission

Will Turner/Fem!Reader

Fictober Day 26 of 31

Words: 1,238

Summary: When your husband is taken, you very bravely (or very stupidly) go alone to rescue him.

Note: today is actually a double feature of will turner fics, since i promised i would write a request for an anon a little bit ago.

there's some canon divergence in here for dead man's chest i suppose? it doesn't ever specifically follow the movie but it has to do with davy jones and i've just kind of wrote with the general vibe of things.

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You could hear the sound of Davy Jones’ voice as you crept up the side of the ship, with nothing but a sword at your hip and a wooden lifeboat bobbing behind you in the shallows, an unwavering determined expression on your face.

When Captain Jack Sparrow had returned to shore three weeks ago without your husband with him, you immediately threatened the pirate with certain death if you found out that he had let Will die. Triumphantly, the slightly drunken idiot informed you that Will was not in fact dead, but rather trapped on a ship with a ghost crew and no way out. You kept to your word (and didn’t kill him), but that wasn’t to say that he left the encounter completely unscathed.

So when the Flying Dutchman appeared at the port of Tortuga, you jumped at the chance to fix the mess that Sparrow had created and save your lover from a fate worse than death. You probably had a death wish, to try and go against Jones like this with no backup and no combat experience, but you had to try. You’d been handling a sword since your early teens, so your skill was all you had to rely on.

You climbed through one of the large windows on the lower levels on the ship, thankful for the fact that the rest of the crew was most likely on the deck. It would probably present a bigger problem for you later, but right now it was a good thing.

Keeping your steps as light and gentle as physically possible, you snuck up the stairs and took refuge behind a large pile of crates. You caught a glimpse of Will, with rope around his wrists but otherwise unharmed. You could also see a glimpse of his sword in one corner of the deck, glinting against the old and darkened wood.

But most surprising of all, you didn’t see Davy Jones.

Now, this was not something you were going to question, because you knew that if you could get out of here without ever catching sight of this ship’s captain you had a much higher chance of success. Pulling the sword from its place on your hip, you crept around the ship, keeping yourself out of sight of the two crew members who were standing in the middle of the deck. The rest of the crew must be off somewhere else, you realized, and you definitely didn’t want to still be here when they returned.

As you moved from the crates, you caught Will staring right at you, a completely shocked expression on his face. He seemed to mouth What are you doing here? and you just raised a finger to your lips in response. If even one of the remaining crew members suspected that they weren’t alone on this ship your elaborate rescue mission was toast, and you couldn’t afford to lose right now.

You knew that Will would probably have a lot of questions for you later, and you would answer them in due time, but right now the most important thing was getting him free.

When the crewmen descended to the lower levels of the ship, you knew that was your chance. You immediately began to cut the ropes around your boyfriend’s wrists.

“What are you doing here?” he whispered.

“Rescuing you,” you hissed back. “And we don’t have much time, so you need to listen to me.”

As well as this plan had gone so far, you were not particularly lucky after the ropes fell to the deck of the ship and Will picked up his sword, because the crew of the Dutchman were finally alerted to your presence.

Immediately, one of them lunged at you, and your sword clanged against his. You attempted to stab him in the heart, but he parried and blocked your blow. You could hear what sounded like Will’s voice calling out to you to jump overboard, and you hoped that you heard him correctly.

This crewman (who had what looked like rotting limbs and the head of a shark), made a stab at you, but you managed to dodge it. You were just about to make another move, but the second crew member attacked the first, giving you the chance to pull away.

You looked at the man in confusion, and he nodded at you, his eyes darting to the waters beyond the ship as he parried his crewmate. Not wanting to waste the chance to escape, you quickly sprinted to the edge of the ship, clambering over the edge at the same time as Will, and the two of you reached for each other as you fell into the ocean.

You were worried about slamming into the seafloor as you descended, but thankfully the ship had been anchored in a place where the water was deep enough for you to land without major harm. After a quick breath of air, you ducked back underwater and followed Will to a rocky cave just out of eyesight of the Dutchman. You had thought about swimming for the boat you had taken out here, but it would be too easily seen and generally too risky.

You stepped out of the water, immediately finding yourself wrapped in a hug before Will leaned down to place a kiss on your lips. You hadn’t seen him in so long, and you passionately obliged, wanting to never leave this particular moment. Despite the fact that you were currently sopping wet and were more than likely still in some kind of danger, this fleeting moment was the happiest you’ve felt in a long while.

When you finally had to pull away for air, you looked at Will. “Are you alright?”

He nodded. “We were lucky that Jones was finally using his day on land to hunt down Jack, or we could still be stuck on that boat.”

You nodded. “And we’re also lucky one of the crew let us go.”

His expression changed slightly. “That was my father, Bootstrap Bill,” he said softly, and immediately your heart broke for him. It was in no way his fault and he had no say in the decision, but you knew that he likely felt responsibly for leaving a family member on that ship.

You reached down to take his hand, looking into his eyes as you spoke. “It’s clear that he loves you,” you said. “Do you know if there’s a way to release him from Jones’ crew?”

Will shook his head. “Not without a huge sacrifice on my side,” he said. “And even so, I doubt Jones would be so willing to negotiate now that I’ve run away.”

“Speaking of that,” you said. “Are you still in danger?”

He paused before responding. “Yes. After today, Davy Jones has to wait another ten years before he can set foot on land again, but we would lose that protection on the water.”

You nodded, not sure what to do. “Maybe we can take a few days before going back out there,” you suggested.

Will smiled. “I’ll need to find some kind of crew anyway.”

“Well, you have me for sure,” you said, squeezing his hand.

“I’d never doubt that,” he said, leaning down to steal another kiss from your lips.

You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. The dangers weren’t over just yet, but at least you had Will by your side once more.  

- the end - 

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[ghostofskywalker]

Almost Disasters

Tech/Reader

Fictober Day 30 of 31

Words: 838

Summary: Your beloved attempts to put together a surprise for you. Nothing about it really goes to plan. 

@clonexreaderbingo square: cooking

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You should have known that something was afoot when Crosshair asked you to help him with some errands one morning. You liked Crosshair, and the two of you didn’t have any bad blood, but it was certainly out of the ordinary for him to seek you out and ask for your help with something.

But the errand was more than just a simple ration run, and it seemed that two people would be the best fit, so you didn’t even bother questioning it, just letting the rest of the team know that you were going and heading off.

The whole thing turned out to be a task for Cid, and it was for the two of you to capture the (monkey-lizard) pet of a rival parlor owner. And of course, it meant that things went badly almost instantly.

The owner was stupid enough, but the monkey-lizard itself was a horribly deranged little creature. You had to dodge its talons and teeth several times, and Crosshair even attempted to knock it out with the butt of his rifle. Of course, nothing worked.

“Maybe you should have asked Wrecker for help,” you said, panting in an alleyway behind the parlor after finally wresting the little monster into a cage.

“Somehow, I think that would have been worse if he was here,” Crosshair said, looking equally tired and slightly annoyed. “We might have been able to capture the thing, but sneaking in would have been more difficult.”

“That’s true,” you said, gingerly reaching down to pick up the carrying case. Your captive hissed loudly as you hoisted it into the air, but there was nothing more it could do to cause mischief at this point, and you were grateful for that.

After dropping your new friend (though that honorific was certainly up for debate) off at Cid’s, you and Crosshair made your way back to the apartment where the Batch had been staying, and a strange gut feeling meant that you could instantly tell something was wrong. The scent of burning food filled your nostrils the second that the door opened, and you were immediately concerned about what had happened while you were gone. “Good, you’re home!” Hunter said, as if he had appeared out of thin air. “How was Cid’s assignment?”

“Is everything okay?” you asked, completely ignoring his question.

“Yeah, we’re fine!” he said, but the sound of a crash from the kitchen didn’t really instill much confidence in you about the truthfulness of his statement. He had to be hiding something, but you had no idea what. “Why don’t you go take a nap?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could speak, you heard something else from the kitchen “Kriff!”

The shouted expletive was the final straw, and you rushed into the room to see Tech, Echo, and Omega standing there, all with looks of shock on their faces. A bowl was laying on the ground with what looked like frosting spilling out of it, and there was a blackened, singed mass that you suspected might have been a cake at one point today on the stove. You couldn’t help the laughter that spilled from your lips, despite the scene of disaster that you had walked into.

“Cyare!” Tech said quickly. “What are you doing back so soon?”

Suddenly, every strange part of the day made sense. Crosshair asking for your help, your boyfriend not even batting an eye when you told him that you were going of on a sudden assignment, Hunter’s weird insistence that you take a nap, and you would even be willing to bet the strange errand Cid had sent you on was nothing but bantha-shit. Clearly this was some kind of surprise for you, and now you had completely ruined it (though technically, it might have already been somewhat ruined before you got home).

“Crosshair and I finished our assignment from Cid,” you said. “What was going on here?”

“We were trying to surprise you,” Tech said bashfully. “Clearly it didn’t really work out too well.”

Despite the fact that he was covered in flour and frosting, you walked over and wrapped your boyfriend in a hug. “That’s okay,” you said. “I don’t need a fancy cake to make me realize how much I love you, I already know.”

He just smiled as you leaned in to place a soft kiss on his lips, which was rudely interrupted by Echo and Omega shouting “ewwwww!” in unison. You just rolled your eyes at the teasing (that you knew didn’t actually mean anything) and pulled away from Tech.

“How about you change into clothes that are less covered in food and we go take a nap?” you asked.

“I think that sounds like an excellent idea.”

Did you feel a little bit bad about leaving Echo to clean up the mess that had taken over the kitchen? Maybe you did, but the idea of snuggling with Tech was way more enticing than cleaning up spilled frosting and disposing of that burnt cake. 

- the end - 

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[ghostofskywalker]

Ally, Rival, Friend?

Captain Rex/Reader

Fictober Day 22 of 31

Words: 1,147

Summary: It's not that he hates his general's bounty hunter friend, but Rex is a little more prone to headaches whenever you're on the flagship. This time though, he sees the chance to start over with you.

@clonexreaderbingo square: "you owe me" (slightly modified)

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Rex’s hair was lighter than the rest of the commanding officers in the GAR, and maybe that was a good thing, because it was easier to hide gray hair that way. Not only were the men under his command some of the most reckless in the entire army, but the company that his general kept certainly made his days interesting.

He knew that you were here before he saw you, because your laughter was echoing through the halls of the flagship. When he did finally step into the room, it was no surprise to see Fives and Jesse by your side, the three of you swapping jokes and laughing together as you sipped canteens of water. He could count five weapons on your person right away, and he knew there were likely more than that hidden away in your clothes and pockets.

“Captain, look who’s here!” Jesse had noticed Rex walk in.

“I can see,” he deadpanned, internally sighing.

Technically, you and Rex were on the same side of the war, but that was where the similarities ended. A bounty hunter who helped the GAR out on occasion, you played fast and loose with the rules that Rex lived most of his life by, mainly because of your close friendship with General Skywalker. It made sense that his general associated with people who were just as reckless as he was, but it also meant that whenever you were around, things usually didn’t go according to plan.

And that was not even taking into account the fact that he thought you were incredibly attractive. Maybe he might have been able to avoid the strange not-rival relationship if he had admitted it from the beginning, but now it would be even weirder to say out loud. And that was not to mention the fact that if he did say anything, his troops would be absolutely merciless when it came to teasing him about it.

And even though it took a few hours to pass, Rex was exactly right in his prediction that things probably wouldn’t run smoothly. The memory of walking down the halls of the Resolute felt like forever ago as he braved the seemingly endless hail of blaster fire, shouting orders to his men and taking out as many clankers as he possibly could.

He should have seen that droid coming, but war was unpredictable, and he was preoccupied with other combatants at the same time. It certainly didn’t help that commando droids were significantly more difficult to kill than regular B-2s, and the 501st had been caught in this skirmish earlier than they would have liked to be. He had been knocked to the ground, and it was clear that unless someone intervened very soon, things would not be looking good for him.

Right as the droid stared him down, ready to fire a killing (or at least mortally wounding) shot at Rex, blue sparks consumed the droid’s form, and it fell forward as an electrostaff pierced through its body.

He titled his head up a little when he recognized the shoes the droid’s slayer was wearing, and watched in silence as you pulled your weapon out of the singed and smoking metal casing.

“Thanks,” Rex said, still trying to wrap his head around his almost-demise.

“No problem,” you said, a smirk on your face that was reminiscent of the one that his general sometimes wore. You held out your hand for him to take, and helped to pull the captain back to his feet before turning around and shocking another droid in the general vicinity. For a moment, Rex wondered if this would be the beginning of a more genial relationship with you, rather than the slightly awkward encounters and usual disagreements that characterized your prior interactions.

Before any more conversation could be shared, the realization that he was still very much in an active war zone took over, and he raced off to help his brothers. You also started to move away from him, and eventually you were nothing but a flash of black fabric and a glimmer of electric energy in the distance.

***

The skirmish ended with a victory for the forces of the Republic, and Rex sat in an empty room on the Resolute, mentally running through plans and ideas, trying desperately to make sure that they were never put into a situation where they were caught unaware again. The sound of the door opening made him turn towards the entrance, watching as you stepped in the room. “Oh, I didn’t realize anyone was in here,” you said, turning to leave.

Something in Rex made him stop you. “No, it’s okay,” he said. “I need to go into a meeting soon anyway.”

“Are you sure?’

“Yeah,” he said, a small smile crossing his face. “Consider it a thank you for saving my life.”

You laughed, and for the first time, Rex realized how much he liked that sound. “If that’s your idea of a payment, I think you still owe me.”

He stiffened. “Oh,” he said, brain running wildly as he tried to figure out what to say. “I-”

Another laugh from you, this one even brighter. “I’m kidding,” you responded. “Anakin called me in to help you guys, I wasn’t going to just leave you there.”

“Yeah,” Rex said, suddenly a little embarrassed. “I’m sorry for assuming.”

“It’s alright, I know we haven’t exactly gotten off on the best foot,” you said. “Speaking of, I wanted to talk about it. I know that I can be reckless and impulsive, and I don’t intend to change that, but I also know that it can create some difficulties when meticulously drawn plans change on a whim.”

Rex paused, thinking about your words. “I know that I probably have been more standoffish than I should have been,” he said. “I understand that sometimes things have to change, and I hope you didn’t think I hated you.”

The few moments of your silence that followed spoke volumes, and he sighed quietly as you began to speak. “I’m sorry-”

“Look, I deal with Fives, Jesse, and the rest of those troublemakers on a daily basis,” Rex said, and he watched as a small smile crossed your face at the mention of his brothers. “I can certainly work with another troublemaker, but maybe we can do some planning together when you’re here, this way we don’t put anyone in more danger than they have to be.”

You nodded. “I think that’s an excellent idea Captain.”

A smile began to spread across his face just as his comm device went off with a reminder from Cody about the holomeeting he was going to be late for, and he had to leave you alone in the room. Things would certainly be better from now on, he thought, and maybe the general would request your help around here more often.

- the end - 

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[ghostofskywalker]

Not Lost, But Not Yet Found

Crosshair/Fem!Reader

Fictober Day 16 of 31

Words: 1,193

Summary: After returning to his brothers, Crosshair finds himself wondering about the new member of the team. Once he finds out the reason you're acting so withdrawn, his view of you changes completely.

Note: this fic can be read as both something that will be eventually romantic or something more platonic, it's up to you :)

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Crosshair was still getting re-oriented with how things worked on the Marauder now, and one of the many things he had questions about was the newest member of the team. Not Omega, as he had spent enough time going through the Republic-turned-Empire’s files to know her story, but you.

You weren’t rude or abrasive, but you kept to yourself on the ship, and Crosshair rarely found himself in the same room as you. Even when the rest of the team was gathered together, if the meeting was not mission-related, you were not present. At first he thought it might be because you were uncomfortable around the others, but from the snippets of conversation that he caught from the rest of the his brothers when you weren’t around made it sound like you hadn’t always acted this way around them, and that your current state was a new development.

He probably shouldn’t have cared as much as he did, but it wasn’t hard to tell that there was something going on. Of course he wanted to be able to know whether or not he could trust you, but he also wanted to know what role his brothers had played in your past, and what had changed to make you this much more secluded

Hunter and Tech probably wouldn’t give up much about your story, especially if they were unsure about Crosshair’s intentions, so he decided to ask Wrecker. The most openly empathetic of the batch, he knew that Wrecker probably felt the strongest worry for you (if there truly was something wrong), and he was most likely to admit to it when asked.

“I haven’t seen the new member of the team around too much,” Crosshair said as he drank a cup of caf in the cockpit of the ship. No one else was up but him and Wrecker, and that wouldn’t change for a while, which made it the perfect opportunity to get some information.

“I know what you mean,” was Wrecker’s response. “She’s around, but I think her sleep schedule is all messed up.”

“Is she alright?” Crosshair asked.

“She’s not sick, but I think her heart is a little bit broken,” Wrecker said. “After Echo left and all that.”

Echo. He had obviously noticed the absence of the ARC trooper that had spent time traveling with them before Crosshair fell victim to the Empire. He knew that Echo had left to travel join a more organized sect of the Rebellion with Rex, but he didn’t quite understand the what connection that piece of information had to you. “Echo?”

Wrecker nodded. “Don’t tell her I told you, but she got all smiley when he was around and he never noticed.”

Okay, all of this was starting to make sense. Although Crosshair hadn’t experienced what was being described, he knew that heartbreak was a powerful adversary, and that it would likely be a while before you truly recovered. “Did Echo feel the same way about her?”

“He never said anything about it, but I think so,” Wrecker said. “He always looked out for her way more than he did any of us, even though we all knew that she could take care of herself. But he felt we should be doing more to fight, and Hunter wanted to find somewhere to settle down.”

Deep down, Crosshair felt the same way Echo did. He didn’t think he would ever be truly able to settle somewhere if he knew that the greedy hands of the Empire were continuing to reach towards the every end of the galaxy. But he also understood the fear that was probably consuming Hunter’s brain, the worry that they would be the ones responsible if Omega got hurt. He had always been the one in charge, and that meant he felt it was his responsibility to care for the whole squad.

Having learned a lot from his conversation with Wrecker, Crosshair didn’t change the way he went about his days, but he always kept an eye or an ear out for you. He noticed when you spent the day in your bunk and said something offhand to Tech, who made sure that food was set aside for you when you wanted it, and every once in a while he would mention something in passing to Omega, and she would spend a little time trying to cheer you up. Obviously it never completely changed how you lived, but you could never resist the infectious smile of his little sister.

When they decided to spend some time on Pabu, you started to come out of your shell a little. Maybe it was the sunlight, maybe it was the food, or maybe you were just starting to get a little better, but whatever it was, Crosshair was happy to see it. You were always kind to him, even though you didn’t interact with each other too often, and he could see why his brothers cared about you.

The first real conversation that he had with you happened to be in the middle of the night. He was sitting on the shore of the city, staring out at the waves as they crashed in and pulled away on the sand, all illuminated by the light of a moon high in the sky when he heard something behind him. It was only when he turned around did he see you, looking a little shocked to see anyone else but otherwise generally okay.

“Sorry,” you said quickly. “I didn’t realize anyone else was out here.”

“Don’t worry about it,” was Crosshair’s response. “You can stay, if you’d like.”

“Thank you,” you said, sitting down next to him.

The two of you sat in relative silence for a few minutes before you broke the silence, and the next thing he knew, you were having a full-on conversation.

Talking to you wasn’t stressful or annoying, Crosshair realized, like it could sometimes be with people he didn’t know too well. It was clear that his brothers had talked about him to you, because you mentioned things in passing that you would have no way to know about, like the way he took his caf or the fact that he had a sweet tooth worse than anyone else on the ship (even though he still claims Tech’s is worse).

It broke his heart even more knowing how you must feel, thinking that Echo never noticed you and then just got up and left. And unwittingly, he felt his ice-frozen heart begin to melt just a little bit faster after speaking to you. Maybe he did have a permanent place among his brothers, and he would certainly want to stay here if he found out you were staying too.

He didn’t bring up the fact that he knew about why you were withdrawn, instead trying to give you a reason to break free from the haze of melancholy that followed you around.

It wouldn’t be an instantaneous switch, that he knew, but Crosshair liked to think that when the two of you finally went your separate ways (after hours sitting there on that beach), you were feeling a little bit less heartbroken.

- the end - 

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No Flirting In The Jedi Archives

Fives/Fem!Reader

Fictober Day 10 of 31

Words: 1,262

Summary: When on shore leave, one could usually find Fives in the basement of the Jedi Temple, flirting with the primary caretaker of the Archives (even though he denies it when his brothers ask). Finally, he decides to just ask her out. 

@clonexreaderbingo square: archive

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“What are you going to do with your evening off?” Kix asked the group as he stepped into the barracks of the Resolute. The 501st was on their way back to Coruscant for a (well-deserved) week of shore leave, and excitement was high as everyone was indulging in the privilege of this time off-duty.

Fives shrugged. “I haven’t really decided yet,” he said, turning back to the datapad in his hands. There was in fact somewhere that he did intend to stop by at some point, but he did not want to bring attention to that right now.

“Oh come on, we all know that’s not true!” Jesse cut into the conversation, staring at Fives with a knowing look on his face. “You’ll be heading over to the Archives the first chance you get!”

“Guys-” Fives said, trying not to let any embarrassment show on his face or even hint to the fact that Jesse was even remotely right. “You’re all being really stupid about this.”

“Really?” Kix asked, eyebrows raised. “So you don’t intend to stop by the Jedi Archives with the express purpose of flirting with the primary caretaker?”

“No, I don’t!” Fives was usually a pretty good liar, but this time there was no way he was going to be able to effectively convince his brothers that his statement was true, especially when his voice shifted like it just did.

Because what Kix said was true.

For the last year and a half, Fives spent at least two of his leave days holed up in the Jedi Archives, surrounding by ancient texts, powerful artifacts and incomprehensible power, and he understood none of it. General Skywalker had always spoken about the strength of the Force and he found the history of the Jedi and their organization fascinating, but the truth was that he wasn’t spending all that time in the basement of the Jedi Temple for the acquisition of knowledge.

He was spending all that time there to try and talk to you. As the primary caretaker of the vast libraries of the Jedi, you didn’t really leave Coruscant too often. Fives had met you one time when the General took him and Echo on a tour of the facility, and the two of them had both been fascinated by the archives of knowledge. Echo found the information kept in the space fascinating, but Fives’ fascination was a little different.

You had immediately hit it off with him after introducing yourself and explaining your role here at the Temple. Although the war had long since arrived at the doorstep of the Jedi Order, you had been able to bypass any kind of military service by promising to always take care of the important knowledge in that room, and the council had agreed that it made sense to leave someone in charge who could defend themselves (and the older Jedi Masters) should something unthinkable happen.

It took a little while for his brothers to finally figure out where Fives was going for at least a day or two every time they had a bit of time to themselves, but once they did, it was impossible to shake the teasing. He knew they meant well (and he had certainly teased his brothers a fair share himself, so it wasn’t that big of a deal), but sometimes he wished that he was the only one who knew about his trips to the basement of the Jedi Temple.

***

He was going to do it this time.

He was going to do it this time.

He was going to do it this time.

That sentence was all that crossed Fives’ thoughts as he made his way down to the basement of the Jedi Temple. Yesterday he had chickened out when you asked him if something was on his mind, and it had done nothing but make things awkward between you for a few minutes. Today though, that would not happen, because he was finally going to ask you out.

Of course he knew that you probably wouldn’t be able to actually say yes, as he was well aware of the Code that the Jedi lived by, but he figured it was worth a shot. At this point he just wanted to ask, to remove the unknown aspect of the question and when you said no, try to move on with his life with you as a friend.

You were the only person in the large room when he stepped inside, and you waved at him with a bright smile on your face. “Hey Fives! What can I do for you today?”

Now, two things were going through Fives’ head. One was his repeated mantra, that he would not skip out of telling you how he felt. The other was the rushing feeling of gentle warmth that he experienced whenever you were in his general vicinity, and that made it really hard to focus on anything else.

So of course, that meant that the actual admitting of feelings was not done in the most graceful way. “Willyougooutwithme?” The words tumbled from his mouth before he could really think about what he was saying, and then they were out in the galaxy, hanging ominously over his head as he instinctively held his breath and waited for a response.

You blinked a few times before speaking, a look of confusion on your face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”

Fives took a deep breath before speaking again, but it did nothing to stop his nervousness from showing itself. “Would you want to go out sometime?” he asked. “Just to like 79’s or something, we could invite other people too, like General Sky-”

You laughed at that, effectively cutting him off. “As much as I enjoy spending time with Anakin, I think having him third wheeling us on a date might not be the best idea.”

It took him a moment to register your words, and even then he wasn’t convinced that he had heard you correctly. “A date?”

“That’s what you were asking me, right?” He nodded. “Fives, I think you are one of the best people I’ve ever met, and I don’t think I’ve been exactly subtle about how I feel about you. I’d love to go on a date with you.”

He nodded, and then pitched his voice lower. “This is great, and I am not backing out right now, but isn’t there a code or something?”

You just laughed once more. “Some rules are meant to be broken,” was your response, as you reached across the desk to hold his hand for a moment. “If I can keep a secret for Anakin, he’ll keep one for me.”

He smiled, and then registered your words. “Wait, what are you talking about?”

A glint of mischief caught your eye, and suddenly he was so much more interested in the secret that his general was hiding, that you apparently knew all about. “I’ll tell you when we go out,” was your response. “Are you free tonight?”

“Yeah, I don’t have anything to do.”

“Great, how does 7 o'clock sound?” He nodded as you handed him a piece of flimsi with an address on it. “I think this calls for a slightly fancier place than 79’s, so why don’t we get some dinner - meet me there?”

“Of course.” He was trying so hard not to look like an idiot right now, but he also knew that was a futile mission.

The smile on his face had to be huge right now, because he really couldn’t wait for tonight.   

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