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[dystopicjumpsuit]

Stars Beyond Number - Chapter 1

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Rating: T (rating varies by chapter; mature content will be tagged; regardless of rating, minors DNI)

Pairings: Echo x Riyo Chuchi; Gregor x OFC Cerra Kilian

Wordcount: 2.8k

Warnings: minor angst

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Summary: Soldiers. Heroes. Deserters. Traitors. They've been called many things. As the Galactic Empire rises from the ashes of the Republic, a small group of clone troopers and their allies will find a new identity: Rebels.

Echo, Rex, and Gregor are on a mission to save as many of their brothers as they can. The task is daunting, and their friends are few. But from these small and desperate beginnings will come a spark of resistance that will set the galaxy ablaze.

A/N: This story shares continuity with Martyrs and Kings and "Do It Again," but all three fics can be read as stand-alones.

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Remember us—if at all—not as lost violent souls, but only as the hollow men.

—T. S. Eliot, “The Hollow Men”

The Marauder pushed off the landing platform with a roar of thrusters and rose through the underworld portal until it disappeared in the swirl of air speeder and starship traffic. The repair shop where Rex had set up his base of operations was deep in the lower levels of Coruscant, and Echo knew the ship would keep ascending long after he lost sight of it before it reached the surface. His decision to part ways with the Batch had seemed very straightforward and logical as he’d discussed it with Hunter, Wrecker, and Tech, but in the face of Omega’s tearful farewell, his resolve had nearly crumbled.

He knew that the rest of the Batch would never let any harm come to the girl; her safety was their only priority. But Echo needed to do more to help his fellow clones, and with Rex, he would finally be in a position to do so. And so he merely watched as the ship departed, bearing his brothers and sister back to Ord Mantell and Cid’s endlessly questionable jobs.

He turned to rejoin Rex and Senator Chuchi. They had been conversing discreetly, giving him privacy and space as he said his goodbyes. The senator watched him now, her luminous eyes soft.

“It’s very brave of you, Echo, to stay behind and join our network after everything you’ve been through,” she said.

“Thank you, Senator,” he said, “but I’ve never been one to back down from a fight.”

“Please, call me Riyo,” she said.

Echo nodded as Rex clapped him on the shoulder.

“Come on, brother,” his old captain said. “I’ll show you around.”

The tour didn’t take long. The repair shop apparently belonged to Trace Martez, the young thief Echo had encountered on Corellia. Rex had taken over the shop when Coruscant got a little too hot for the Martez sisters’ comfort. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement: Rex needed a home base, and Trace needed someone to make sure the shop didn’t fall victim to the seedier elements of the underworld. Rex had set up a kitchen, a temporary barracks, and a small training gym at the back of the shop. There was a tiny room that served as a makeshift office and command center, and finally a communal refresher with two open shower stalls, an enclosed toilet, and a small sink. The garage contained few creature comforts; mostly they just used crates for furniture, though there was a broken-down old sofa with a holotable set up in front of it.

The accommodations were spare and shabby, which was familiar to Echo, but he was struck by how out-of-place Riyo looked in the shop. With her elegant clothing and elaborate hairstyle, she looked far too delicate and fine for her surroundings. Still, she didn’t display either judgment or discomfort at the sparseness of the shop. Echo stole occasional glances at her, admiring the soft curves of her face, the graceful line of her throat, the way her wide, intelligent eyes took in everything around her, missing not a single detail. He wondered how to describe the exact shade of her hair. Was it mauve? Or maybe violet was more accurate. Her gaze shifted to him, and he looked away quickly.

The unmistakable whine of a speeder bike landing on the platform outside interrupted his train of thought, and soon footsteps echoed through the shop.

“Rex? You here?” a woman’s voice called.

“Back here, Cerra,” Rex replied. “I have someone I want you to meet.”

The woman strode into view, faltering a little when she spotted Echo.

“Echo, I’d like you to meet Cerra Kilian,” Rex said. “She handles logistics. Very good at getting things clones aren’t supposed to have.”

“Nice to meet you, Cerra,” Echo said.

The woman clasped Echo’s hand in a reserved greeting and nodded at Riyo. “A pleasure, Echo. Senator, it’s good to see you again.”

“And you as well, Cerra,” Riyo replied.

The contrast between the two women could not have been more stark. Riyo was lovely, with her wide, golden eyes, azure skin, and glossy lavender—no, lilac—hair. Everything about her was soft and feminine and fragile, almost ethereal. Cerra was taller and more solid, her face more angular, and everything about her spoke of practical decisions, from her buzzed head, to her faded mechanic’s coveralls and sturdy boots. More striking, though, was the difference in their expressions. While Riyo’s face was gentle and easy to read, Cerra’s guarded eyes revealed nothing of her thoughts. 

“Got a lead on that electro capsule the clone assassin used,” Cerra said.

“What did you learn?” Rex asked.

“It isn’t underworld tech,” Cerra said. “At least, not as far as any of my contacts could tell. More likely military-grade.”

“Then it probably was Rampart’s work,” Rex said grimly. 

“Hard to say,” Cerra said. “We know somebody was pulling Rampart’s strings. I’ll keep looking.”

“I hope I don’t sound selfish, but I can’t help wondering. Do you think I might still be in danger?” Riyo asked.

Cerra looked at Rex, wordlessly deferring to him.

“It’s difficult to say,” Rex said. “For now, it wouldn’t be a bad idea for your guards to take additional precautions.”

“I can take a look at their security protocols and offer a few suggestions, if you’d like,” Echo offered.

“Thank you,” Riyo said, gazing up at him with gratitude in her eyes. “I would imagine that someone as accomplished at infiltration as an ARC Trooper would be the best person to find weaknesses in security.”

“Former ARC Trooper,” Echo said, wondering what else Rex had told her about him.

“I don’t think anyone could forget ARC training,” Rex said with a quiet laugh. 

Cerra’s eyes flickered to the front entrance of the repair shop, and Echo turned automatically, preparing for a threat. Instead, he recognized a familiar face.

“Didn’t realize we were having a party,” Gregor said as he strode into the room and clasped Echo’s forearm in greeting. “Good to have you with us, Echo.”

The commando nodded at Rex and Riyo, then draped his arm casually over Cerra’s shoulders and handed her a travel cup. The woman pushed him off with an indistinct grumble, but she took the cup with the barest hint of a smile.

“I got some intel on a clone in the 41st Elite Corps who wants to get out. Name’s Fireball, do you know him?” Gregor asked.

“I’ve met him,” Rex said. “Good man. Good soldier.”

“Is the 41st still on Kashyyyk?” Echo asked. “I was there recently. Rex, it could get ugly.”

“It’ll take some time to plan,” Rex said noncommittally.

“That’s not the only thing we’ll need to plan,” Gregor said. “If we’re going to be extracting clones, we’re going to need a way to get the inhibitor chips out of their heads. AZI took mine out on Ord Mantell, but we don’t have a medical droid of our own.”

“Karthon chop fields,” Cerra said. Riyo and the three clones all turned to her. “I’ve been looking into it. My source says there are at least three downed Venators slated for decommissioning on Karthon. We can pull the surgical pod from one of the med bays and set it up here.”

“It’s risky,” Rex said.

“Not as risky as Lotho Minor or Bracca, now that the Empire has stepped up security after your adventure there last year,” Cerra said. “I can get it, but I’ll need help. Gregor, you in?”

“I’d like Echo to go with you on this one,” Rex interjected.

Cerra didn’t react except to nod. “It’s going to take a few days to get the supplies together.”

Over the next few days, Echo began to get a feel for the small group living in the repair shop. Rex was right: his organization was spread thin. Echo wasn’t exactly sure how many others were involved, but at the moment, the only people besides himself who were at the garage were Rex, Cerra, and Gregor. Any others were either deployed on missions or based elsewhere. The three of them were run ragged. Rex looked even more exhausted than he had during the war. Cerra was quiet and remote, keeping to herself and rarely instigating conversations. Gregor was the only one who still seemed to have a sense of humor. 

In addition to running missions with Rex, Gregor was the self-appointed quartermaster and chef of the group. He was a surprisingly good cook, and when Echo complimented the food, the commando grinned.

“It’s nice to be the one in charge of the kitchen instead of just washing dishes,” he said.

“If I start cooking, does that mean I can skip dish duty?” Cerra asked.

“No thanks, I’ve tasted your cooking,” Gregor laughed, his eyes bright.

“Rude, but fair,” Cerra acknowledged.

It was the night before Echo was due to travel to Karthon with Cerra. The group sprawled around the holotable, chatting quietly as they ate Gregor’s spicy yobshrimp stew. Echo was jittery. He wasn’t nervous about the mission itself; he’d completed hundreds of missions. But they were always with his brothers or a Jedi. This was his first time with a civilian. Still, Rex obviously trusted Cerra enough to send her after the surgical pod, so Echo tried to quiet his nerves.

“I can take KP tonight,” Echo offered, looking for a distraction.

“You’re on,” Cerra said immediately.

“Sucker,” Gregor giggled.

The kitchen was a spectacular mess, and it took some time for Echo to finish cleaning up. By the time he did, he could hear music blasting from the training gym, and he went to investigate.

Gregor leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, as he watched Rex spar with Cerra. Her face was flushed with exertion, and beads of sweat speckled her forehead and dripped down her temples. Echo could tell that Rex was holding back, though Cerra had surprisingly good form. She clearly had training, but it wasn’t enough against an opponent who was taller, stronger, heavier, and had been trained literally from birth to be a killing machine. Gregor occasionally tossed out a dispassionate suggestion or command, focusing on techniques specifically for fighting a larger combatant.

“Pull guard, Cerra, just like we practiced,” the commando coached.

Cerra grabbed Rex’s forearm and took him to the ground, locking her legs around his waist. Echo immediately recognized the move; he’d practiced it often enough during ARC training. He hadn’t sparred with anyone in ages, and he wondered if his prosthetic legs were agile enough to do it. He suspected so; though they were not quite as dexterous as his legs had formerly been, they made up for it in durability and strength. A single kick would be strong enough to snap a limb or break a spine.

“That’s better, Cerra,” Rex praised. 

“Next time, rotate your foot to the outside,” Gregor said, unimpressed. “Unless you want to break your own ankle or get your leg pinned.”

Cerra slapped Rex on the back of the head. “Stop taking it easy on me.”

He grinned down at her. “Sorry, kid. Gotta walk before you can run.”

“First of all, I’m twice your age, and secondly, a real opponent won’t pull their punches,” she said.

“That’s why you have a blaster,” Rex replied calmly. “Want to go again?”

She nodded, but Gregor intervened. “You need to rest up for tomorrow’s mission.”

Cerra released Rex immediately, and he stood to his feet, then extended a hand and pulled her up from the mat. She was breathing hard, and Gregor tossed her a towel to dry off. She spotted Echo and acknowledged him with a jerk of her chin.

“Maybe Echo can teach me some sweet ARC moves while we’re en route to Karthon,” she said.

“Didn’t Fives show you any?” Gregor asked.

Rex winced, but Cerra mopped her face and arms with the towel.

“A few,” she said.

“You knew Fives?” Echo asked, surprised.

“Yeah,” she said. “I’m going to hop in the shower.”

“I can’t believe we’re taking that rust-bucket to Karthon,” Echo said.

The rickety shuttle was practically an antique. The sublight drive rattled alarmingly when it started up, and even the hydraulic struts for the ramp only worked about half the time.

“It’s old, but it still has some tricks thanks to Trace,” Rex said. “It’ll get you there and back. Besides, it’s the only ship we have with a cargo hold big enough to transport the surgical pod.”

“She’ll fly all right,” Cerra said as she joined them. “Not fast. Hopefully she won’t leak like a sieve.”

Rex was holding two travel mugs of caf, and he handed one to Cerra.

“You’re a god among men,” she said, taking a blissful sip.

“Is the other one for me?” Echo asked.

“Kark no,” Rex said, chugging half the liquid in one go. “Get your own.”

Cerra strode up the ramp and flopped into the co-pilot’s seat. “Don’t worry, Echo, we can stop at Starcups on the way out.”

Echo pulled a face. “Starcups barely qualifies as caf. More like syrup and blue milk that once heard a rumor about caf.”

“Still gets the job done,” Cerra shrugged. “Let’s roll.”

In the slow, dilapidated old shuttle, it was a full day’s jump to Karthon. Cerra was mostly silent once they entered hyperspace, tinkering with the electronic guts of a clone armor cuirass that she’d modified heavily. Echo, accustomed to Wrecker and Omega’s raucous banter and Tech’s spontaneous infodumps, found the silence deafening. He wished Gregor had come with them on the mission. The commando’s relaxed attitude and cheerful personality seemed to pull Cerra out of her shell in a way that Echo had not yet figured out how to do. He was no sparkling conversationalist, but he didn’t enjoy silence and solitude—not any more. 

It had only been a few days, but he missed the Batch. He missed Tech’s monologues as they copiloted the Marauder on long hyperspace jumps. He missed Omega’s endless questions and cheerful commentary. He thought of the way the tears had welled in her eyes as she hugged him goodbye, and his chest ached at the memory.

The cuirass sparked, and Cerra flinched and cursed.

“Need a hand?” Echo offered.

Cerra sighed and dragged a hand across her eyes. “I think I fried one of the connectors when I heated the plastoid to reshape the chestplate. The control unit fits, but I can’t get it to sync with the HUD.”

She passed the cuirass to Echo, who inspected it closely. She was right; there was a tiny scorch mark on one of the connectors.

“We’ll have to salvage another chestplate to get replacements,” he said. “Decent chance we’ll find some on Karthon.”

“At least it’ll give me some protection for now,” she said. “I’ll just have to go without a helmet until I can get it fixed.”

“I can help with the modifications, if you’d like,” Echo offered. “I have some experience with armor mods.”

“So I see,” she said, eyeing his custom suit. “I figured your armor wasn’t exactly off the rack.”

Echo chuckled. “Not exactly. My squadmate Tech helped me with my first set of armor after Skako Minor, but this set I modified myself. I added some extra features. Aside from the obvious.” He gestured to his scomp.

“What kind of features?” she asked.

“Electrical surge prevention,” he said.

She nodded. “Kix told me you got a hell of a jolt at Anaxes.”

“You knew Kix as well as Fives?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she said. “He’s gone, too.”

Darkness flickered across her face, but she took a deep breath and her usual stoicism slid back into place. Echo reached out to lay his hand on her shoulder, but something about her posture made him think she wouldn’t appreciate the gesture. He faltered and dropped his hand back to his side. After a time, he broke the silence.

“So,” he said. “How well did you know Fives?”

“Pretty well,” she said flatly. “So how about those sweet ARC moves?”

He wanted to push, wanted to know more. Rex had given him the bare-bones account of Fives’s death, but there never seemed to be enough time to actually process it. Cerra was the only person in Echo’s life other than Rex who had known his twin, but her walls seemed to be made of durasteel, reinforced with beskar. And the last thing he wanted to do was scug her off right before he headed into a mission, trusting her to have his back.

“Rex went through ARC training, too, you know,” Echo pointed out. “He knows all those moves. But I can show you a trick or two that I learned from Clone Force 99.”

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[wild-karrde]

For Fandom Friday @idlenesses made some gorgeous fan art inspired by @kaminocasey fabulous fic Bonsoir! The art is of Captain Gregor and Casey’s OC Cassia and I cannot believe it’s Mel’s first time creating fan art! It’s just soooo good! 💗💗

HOLY HECK I DIDN'T NOTICE THAT IN THE CAPTION!! MEL, THIS IS INCREDIBLE FOR YOUR FIRST PIECE OF ART. PLS CONTINUE TO DABBLE AND BLESS US (if that interests you, absolutely no pressure at all). But this is SO WONDERFUL AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH! Thanks for the rec Leyla!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

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[ladykatakuri]

Stardust Reblog Challenge December 2022

1st:

Cody x F!Reader by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

Bonsoir Ch.6: Golden Hour - Gregor x F!OC Cassia Nu by: @kaminocasey SFW

What a Price to Pay 2 - Boba Fett x F!Reader by: @kaminocasey NSFW

Shadows and Shades 16 - Crosshair x OFC by: @wild-karrde SFW

Love Songs - TBB x F!Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

Rex x F!Reader by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

The Cottage Part4 - Rex x F!Reader by: @kaminocasey NSFW

Busted! - TBB x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Walk Me Home Ch.6 - Wolffe x F!OC Cherise by: @cyarbika Mature

Cody x F!Reader by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

Alone Together - Tech x Reader by: @eyecandyeoz SFW

Body Paint - Tech x AFAB!Reader by: @kaminocasey NSFW

Night Swimming - Tech x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus NSFW

Echo : There for You Ch.24 - Echo x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Under a Red Sun: Ditry Little Thief - Hunter x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

The Prankster - Fives/Wrecker/Hardcase x Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

Rebels Wolffe x F!Reader by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

Shadows and Shades: Finale ! - Crosshair x OFC Iden by: @wild-karrde SFW

Forgive Me, My Love - A letter from Cody by: @arctrooper69 SFW

Ashen Moon 4 - Kylo Ren x F!Reader by : @interstellarwraith SFW

Getting Some Rest - TBB x Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

Flattering Art - TBB x M!Jedi Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Jesse x Jedi F!Reader by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

Loyal Friends - TBB x Friend!Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

About Break Ups and Moving On - TBB x Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

All is Quiet in the Havoc Marauder - Echo x F!Reader by: @nahoney22 NSFW

12th:

A Jedi`s Sacrifice - TBB x Jedi!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Tough Decisions - TBB x Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

Do You Hear the People Sing part6 - Fox x F!Reader by: @kaminocasey SFW

PTSD - TBB x F!Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

Sins of the Father Ch35 Din Djarin x F!OC by: @imabeautifulbutterfly SFW

TBB a sa Rockband HC`s by @zoeykallus SFW

I`m All Yours - Crosshair x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus NSFW

Notes on Tutoring: The Performance - Dave York x F!Reader by: @honestly-shite SFW

Loverboy Part 3 - Echo x Sith!Reader by: @kaminocasey NSFW

A Glitch in the Matrix - Texh x SO!Reader by: @eyecandyeoz SFW

Search & Rescue Dogs - TBB & M!Friend HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

The Fallen - Fives story by: @twistedstitcher27 SFW

Sun and Rain: Age of the Empire Ch.9 - Hunter x F!OC by: @photogirl894 SFW

Piercings - TBB + Rex x GN!Reader by: @nahoney22 SFW

Showing You My Love - Echo x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus NSFW

Slow Ride - TBB x F!Reader Spicy HC`s by: @zoeykallus NSFW

Tree Decorating with Cody - Cody x F!Reader by: @kaminocasey SFW

In Command - Rex X F!OC by: @wild-karrde SFW

In Love and War: Moving On - Rex X F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

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For the fandom thing, A Kind of Magic !

001 | A Kind of Magic!

Favorite character: Ferocia.

Very unusual choice to me because I usually choose protagonists (kids and teens a little more often than adults 'cos, Idk, cartoons?) and sidekick good guys. Ferocia looks like a total opposite but I believe she's a teen in spirit who got stuck in her punk rebel phase.

Least Favorite character: Well, the majority of side characters is pretty lame, but I guess the prince that always stinks is the worst.

5 (3) Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Gregore/Willow, Gregore/Ferocia, Dji/Willow.

There are some other ships I'm open to but I don't concider them as favorite: His Highness/Venoma, His Highness/Ferocia, Cindy/Cinderella, Cindy/Tamara.

Character I find most attractive: His Highness when he was human. Also Cindy when she had turned herself into a guy.

Character I would marry: Gregore or Dji – they are the best husbands ever!

Character I would be best friends with: Dji. His job is to be everyone's bestie.

A random thought: I think Ferocia is the one who turned His Highness into a toad. They never explained why HH is in the family.

An unpopular opinion: The show is about a european white family and is generally heteronormative but sometimes, intentionally or not, it depicts issues that minorities usually struggle with. Gregore since childhood knew he didn't want to be an ogre as he was raised to be. He and Willow had to have a wedding in a cave with no friends and family to witness it, because a marriage of a fairy and an ogre was strictly forbidden. They tried to renew their vows in human world, but unfortunately they gave up because it was hard for them to deal with human rules. Gregore wanted his family to assimilate which means no magic allowed, but Willow didn't want to change or hide her fairy identity. The kids assimilated easily but also had to deal with the cultural differences when they had to catch up with their grandparents. The show had a lot of potential especially when Cindy and Tom both were adopted in an early concept, but unfortunately it came to be a bit shallow.

My Canon OTP: Gregore/Willow.

My Non-canon OTP: Dji/Willow/Gregore/Ferocia – a П-shaped OT4. x))

Most Badass Character: Ferocia, ofc. But she does have a caring heart and I love that in her.

Most Epic Villain: The show doesn't have a major antagonist so I'm not sure how to answer that. Ferocia is not that evil afterall. But the most epic moment that has come to my mind is when Willow pretended to be an evil witch in the Halloween special. That was freaking amaizing!

Pairing I am not a fan of: Tinker/Tom and Sophia/Tom. These are onesided and I dont't see anything wrong with a kid having a crush on someone older than them, but sometimes I see that kind of tension coming from Tom I wouldn't like to see. Also I must say that the episode when Willow basically had a date with a dog and didn't know it was her husband was a total cringe.

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): pretty much all of them. Х)

The writers couldn't decide whether Gregore and Willow escaped from Fairyland because of their marriage or because of Ferocia being a criminal.

There's also like 3 different canon versions of how Ferocia lost her magic and why she was expelled from Fairyland. The episode when she found her wand could be the most epic in the series but turned out to be lame.

The writers completely ruined HH's character in the episode, where he returned his human form but became a total jerk, and in the end he decided to turn back into a toad, because it's the only way for him to be a good friend of Tom for some reason — like, really?!?!?!?!

Cindy was a full-time jerk in season 1. Season 2 did a much better job. The most of the side characters aren't even worth mentioning.

Favourite Friendship: Tom and His Highness. Sometimes they have such a great sibling dynamic!

Character I most identify with: I'm between Cindy and Gregore, I guess. X))

Character I wish I could be: Dji. He's just perfect in every way.

#ask me #a kind of magic #gregore feeriksen #akom gregore #willow feeriksen #akom willow #cindy feeriksen #akom cindy #tom feeriksen #akom tom #akom ferocia #ferocia feeriksen #i'm not sure she has the same lastname though #akom dji #akom his highness

[maggyme13]

Gregor Clegane x OFC

I am currently writing a GoT fic that Centers around my OFC (A woman of the liners of Durin-> twin sister of Kili) . It is a crossover between GoT and the Hobbit though it can be read without any knowledge of the latter.

Would anyone be interested in reading it?

#game of thrones #hobbit #gregor clegane #fic #crossover #asking for opinion

[thefact0rygirl]

Look at it, look at it, look at it! I commissioned the talented and wonderful @maygalodon for a drawing of Wolffe and my OC, Cala, and omg I can’t stop staring at it. Thank you again, Mae! 🤍

I’ve had this for a while now about Wolffe’s life between Order 66 and Rebels. I feel that after leaving the Empire, he spends a couple years alone. Maybe even working as a mercenary to support himself. It’s then that he gets recruited for a major robbery and meets Cala, an expert counterfeiter and forger. The robbery they’re recruited for is ambitious, to say the least, and personal relationships are forbidden, something Cala and Wolffe have a hard time following. 

This is very much a work in progress, and I’m still going back and forth about their story, but I wanted to share Mae’s stunning artwork and little snippets about Cala and Wolffe. 

Rating: Mature (sexual tension, forbidden romance)

Pairing: Wolffe x OFC (Cala) 

Word Count: 1k 

Wolffe wouldn’t say it was love at first sight, but it was definitely something at first sight. And maybe it was, maybe he did fall for Cala when he first saw her lounging on the storage crate. Because despite everything the clone commander had been through, he was intimidated by Cala and her sly smile. She barely gave him a glance as he walked by, finding the furthest corner of the hanger to sit but the way she glanced at him, the way her lips pulled upwards... it was as if she knew the effect she had on him.

He doesn’t bother uncrossing his arms, doesn’t bother erasing the scowl on his face as the briefing begins and each recruit introduces themselves. He’s a clone, there are three million replicas of him walking around the galaxy. Most without a cybernetic eye and a fucked up face. Women like Cala don’t pay attention to men like him, pay attention to clones, but then at one point she turns around and winks at him. 

It’s all over from there. 

———

In total, there were five recruits for the robbery. No one knows the other’s backstories or even their full names, but it’s obvious the others spent their lives either doing something illegal. It’s a transparent thread connecting them together, a sort of unspoken truth. 

It connects everyone except Wolffe. 

Personal questions aren’t allowed, but Wolffe’s life story is written on his face. He’s a clone. He served in the Grand Army of the Republic as a commander. Some things don’t need to be said, some things people just know. 

The others don’t trust him, and fairly so. He wouldn’t trust him either if he was in their shoes. Despite the Jedi branded as traitors, Wolffe still turned against his general. Shit like that doesn’t sit well with the wretched. But it still makes his skin crawl when he feels their accusing looks on him more and more as the days pass. Hesitance and distrust sprinkled in with Cala’s mischievous ways. It’s unsettling at times, but he needs this. Rex and Gregor need this. The pay out is too big and there is too much is on the line to cut and run because some criminals don’t like you. So Wolffe tries to keep his head low and not give them any more reasons to doubt him.

“Is it true the clones killed their own generals?”

Nico is the one to ask. Another recruit, young and brash and the very definition of a hot head. Wolffe was still trying to figure out why the fuck he was brought on when Nico asked him during dinner. 

“Yeah.”

“Kind of fucked up.”

...No shit, di’kut. That’s what Wolffe wants to respond, but he bites his tongue. He swirls around the mush of food on his plate as he chooses his next words carefully. He didn’t want to feed into the group’s doubt of him, but Rex warned him not to talk about the inhibitor chips. “We couldn’t help it. We were being...controlled.”

“But you’re not now?”

Before Nico can puff out his chest, Cala places a light slap on the back of his head. “Dumbass. He’s one of us now. He wouldn’t turn against his own.” 

She said it with so much conviction Wolffe even believes her. Wolffe doesn’t say anything after that, shoveling a bite of food in his mouth. Mid-chew, he feels Cala lean over and whisper in his ear, “You wouldn’t turn me in. Right, Wolffe?”

If it wasn’t for his hair, Cala would be eye-level with his scar. The warmth of her breath against his cheek has him struggling with a response. But as quick as she was there, she pulls back, falling back into conversation as if nothing happened. 

———

Two nights later, Cala is in Wolffe’s room, falling down onto his bed with a loud protest from his lumpy mattress. 

He can’t remember who started talking first, but soon they’re up talking about nothing and everything. His answers come naturally, something he is quite proud of, taking into account they’ve only spoken three sentences to each other on a normal day. He’s doing good, it’s almost as if he doesn’t have a crush. 

Until Cala shimmies herself under his blanket. 

“I’m cold. Can I lie down with you?”

Wolffe wants to tell her maybe she should put some clothes on, but he can feel Sinker slapping him upside the head for the thought. She’s here, next to him, and so fucking close she has to press herself into his side. “You don’t seem cold,” He muses. Cala is literally radiating heat next to him.

“Trust me, I am,” Slinging an arm around his chest, she readjusts herself so her head is tilted towards his. Wolffe knows what is going to happen next.

“I like you,” Wolffe says since it only seems fair to let her know, to give her the chance to run. 

Instead he gets another laugh. “I know. I can feel your eyes on me, Wolffe.”

“Sorry,” It’s sheepish and gruff, but he means it. He really does. He knows how it feels to have people staring at you, their eyes burning into your head with as much intensity as a lightsaber demolishing your eye.

“Don’t be, I like it.” Suddenly, her fingers are tracing imaginary shapes into his arm before trailing down to the front of his chest. “I like you too.” She pinches his nipple ever so slightly. “Is this okay?”

He moans, “Yes.”

“Good,” Cala gives him another mischievous smile before kissing him.

———

“What about the rules?” Wolffe asks when Cala comes back the next night. She fumbles with his sweatpants, her mouth leaving tiny bites along his neck. 

“This isn’t a relationship, it’s just sex.”

#commander wolffe x oc #commander wolffe x ofc #commander wolffe fanfiction #commander wolffe x reader

[hylialeia]

elia x tyrion?? say more

okay I have an AU living rent free in my head where Elia lives after Robert's Rebellion because let's say the Mountain couldn't find her for whatever reason (Varys interference, Jaime kills Aerys early, Gregor stubs his toe on the way up the stairs, whatever). this doesn't prevent the murder of Rhaenys and Aegon, so Elia ends up as a hostage in King's Landing to keep Dorne docile. doesn't work ofc because Doran's vengeance plan was always to play it subtle, but this time around he has both Oberyn and Elia as allies, so that's a whole thing.

anyhow, that puts Elia in KL during the main events of the story, widowed and unmarried because Robert is terrible consistently hateful about the entire Targaryen royal family and refuses to let Elia go anywhere else. I imagine Tywin,, who is still the Worst, wants to marry her to Jaime eventually (expecting he can bully him into leaving the Kingsguard), thus keeping Dorne on his side specifically. he never considers marrying her to Tyrion until it becomes clear later that Jaime won't budge, but in the meantime Tyrion ends up coming to KL to take over the Hand position once Joffrey assumes the throne.

from there the big events would be mostly the same I think except with the addition of Elia getting along with Tyrion (and Sansa, who like her is a hostage), bonding over the way a super ableist society treats them, hating Tywin, having a good knowledge of politics, etc, etc. I like to think Elia would have a similar wit to Tyrion's and would really enjoy his biting sense of humor, and that Tyrion would be impressed by Elia's resilience and intelligence. there's also the tension present from Tyrion keeping the Lannister regime in power and Elia working to undermine it, which would give them a really intriguing sort of rivalry and power struggle, even as they tend to get along on a personal level.

I don't have anything else really specific figured out but like. this is a hole I'm willing to fall down

#getting REALLY into this #ask #anonymous #asoiaf #tyrion lannister #elia martell #elia x tyrion #asoiaf au

[dystopicjumpsuit]

Stars Beyond Number - Coming September 3

Soldiers. Heroes. Deserters. Traitors. They've been called many things. As the Galactic Empire rises from the ashes of the Republic, a small group of clone troopers and their allies will find a new identity: Rebels.

Echo, Rex, and Gregor are on a mission to save as many of their brothers as they can. The task is daunting, and their friends are few. But from these small and desperate beginnings will come a spark of resistance that will set the galaxy ablaze.

Hey friends! I'm very excited to share that I'll be sharing a new longer fic very soon! Stars Beyond Number is set between episodes 8 and 14 of The Bad Batch season 2 and follows Rex's resistance cell. This fic shares continuity with Martyrs and Kings, but they can both be read as stand-alone stories. The tone overall is darker and more action-oriented, but ultimately hopeful (because it's Star Wars).

Join my tag list here to get notified when each chapter drops. I'll be posting a chapter every Sunday.

Overall Rating: Mature/18+/Minors DNI (rating varies by chapter; mature content will be tagged)

Pairings: Echo x Riyo Chuchi; Gregor x OFC Cerra Kilian

Overall Warnings: angst, smut, violence

May the Tumblr gods smile upon my taglist: @secondaryrealm @blueink-bluesoul @spicy-clones @wings-and-beskar @523rdrebel @merkitty49 @anxiouspineapple99 @sinfulsalutations @arcsimper5 @starrylothcat @clio3kantarella @cloneloverrrrr @goblininawig @ladytano420 @arctrooper69 @wolffegirlsunite @sunshinesdaydream @mandos-mind-trick @littlemissmanga @stunkbiggu @starqueensthings @clonemedickix @marierg @idontgetanysleep @moonlightwarriorqueen @dudewhynotthis @sleepycreativewriter @tcwmatchmakingau

#sw tbb fanfic #tbb rex #tbb echo #tbb gregor #echo x riyo chuchi #captain gregor x ofc #stars beyond number #dystopicjumpsuit writes

[wild-karrde]

Hey for shoutout, I wanna give @idlenesses a HUGE shoutout for this amazingly beautiful artwork she did for my Bonsoir fic!! I’m absolutely in love with it!!!

-kaminocasey 💖

YES! I saw this artwork pass by on my dash this week and didn't immediately piece together it was from Bonsoir (it's been a bit of a whirlwind week and my brain is just NOT on it), but was very much struck by how beautiful it is! The setting is so peaceful and romantic, and OH TO HAVE GREGOR GRIP MY THIGH LIKE THAT. It's sweet and a bit spicy AND I LOVE IT (also I am so far behind on Bonsoir AHHHH).

Thanks for the rec Casey!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

#FANDOM FRIDAY #creator appreciation #art rec #fan art #star wars #the clone wars #tcw #captain gregor #OC Cassia Nu #Gregor x Cassia Nu #Gregor x OFC #Gregor x OC #Gregor x Original Female Character

[sereinegemini]

✨ Get to know your mutuals!! When you get this, it means someone wants to know more about you, so list 5 things about yourself you want your followers to know. They can be as simple as your age or as complex as your deepest fear, as long as it’s something you’re comfortable with sharing. when you’re done, send this to 10 people if you want to get to know them better!! 🌼🤍

my previous answers: x and x

i made a separate playlist from my main one a few years ago with ‘popular songs’ because my friends always complained my playlist was sad lol

i never wear dresses because i don’t feel myself in them and most of my wardrobe is black/white/grey because i don’t really like colors oops (there’s a few in there though)

my favorite books from my childhood are the tale of despereaux, the city of ember, and gregor the overlander (and i own them ofc)

6 years ago i dyed my hair (for the first time) platinum blonde and it destroyed my hair (it doesn’t help that my hair is thin to begin with) and now i only ever dye it different shades of brown because i refuse to ever bleach it again

my candle collection is slowly taking over my bookshelves and two of them are hp candles from etsy (james and draco)

#monique 🤍 #abby’s asks #ask game

[ladykatakuri]

Stardust Reblog Challenge December 2022

27th:

Dincember 17: Home - Din Djarin x Reader by: @dindjarindiaries SFW

25 Days of Life Day 15 Part 2 of Day 4 with Wolffe by: @kaminocasey NSFW

Captain Rex X Reader by: @wild-karrde NSFW

25 Days of Life Day 18 - Tree Shopping With Thorn by: @kaminocasey SFW

Gregor x F!Reader by: @wild-karrde NSFW

Dincember 18: Joy - Din Djarin & Grogu by: @dindjarindiaries SFW

25 Days of Life Day 19: Going Through a Life Day Market with Obi Wan - Obi Wan x Reader by: @kaminocasey SFW

Naughty or Nice - Gregor x F!Reader by: @kaminocasey NSFW

Hard Working Girl - TBB x F!Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

Thank You for Loving Me: Pleasant and Unpleasant Surprises - Tech x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Bonsoir 8: Cry - Gregor x OC Cassia Nu by: @kaminocasey SFW

Dincember 19: Star - Din Djarin x Reader by: @dindjarindiaries SFW

Riding Home - TBB x F!Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus Slightly Suggestive

The Wheelchair Surprise - TBB x GN!Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

More Like Home - Benny Miller x F!Reader by: @musings-of-a-rose SFW

Hug Attack - TBB/Rex X Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Wrecker and Omega by: @wild-karrde SFW

Dincember 20: Snowman - Din Djarin & Grogu by: @dindjarindiaries SFW

Unsolved Mystery - Tech x GN!Reader by: @rain-on-kamino SFW

Notes on Tutoring: Doubt,Love - Dave York x F!Reader by: @honestly-shite NSFW

Snow - TBB x GN!Reader by: @nahoney22 SFW

28th:

In Command Part 3 - Rex X OFC Senna Aven by: @wild-karrde SFW

Thank you for Loving Me: I`m Gonna Be a Sniper! - Tech x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

What`s Got You Blushing Like That? - Hunter x GN!Reader by: @nahoney22 SFW

Don`t Miss Me - A letter from Wolffe by: @arctrooper69 SFW

Dincember 21: Boots - Din Djarin x Reader by: @dindjarindiaries SFW

25 Days of Life Day 20: Volunteering with Kix - Kix X Reader by: @kaminocasey SFW

25 Days of Life Day 21: Taking a Warm Bath with Dogma - Dogma x Reader by: @kaminocasey Suggestive

25 Days of Life Day 22: Sucking on a Candy Cane and Teasing Tup - Tup x Reader by: @kaminocasey NSFW

You Are in Violation of Order 66 - Hunter x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Dincember 22: Decorations - Din Djarin x Reader by: @dindjarindiaries SFW

The Sugar in the Cake - Wrecker x GN!Reader by: @rain-on-kamino SFW

The Trees with the Pretty Flowers - Hunter x F!Reader by: @arctrooper69 SFW

25 Days of Life Day 23: Making Snow Angels with Anakin - Anakin x Reader by: @kaminocasey SFW

A Returning Echo~After the Citadel Ch. 33 - Echo x F!Reader by: @monako-jinn-stories SFW

Dincember 23: Ribbon - Din Djarin x Reader by: @dindjarindiaries SFW

In Command Part 4 - Rex X OFC Senna Aven by: @wild-karrde SFW

Black Sheep - TBB x M!Reader or GN!Reader by: @eyecandyeoz SFW

A Touch of Peppermint - Din Djarin x Reader by: @princessxkenobi SFW

25 Days of Life Day 24: Life Day Eve with Jesse - Jesse x Reader by: @kaminocasey SFW

Commander Fox X F!Reader by: @wild-karrde SFW

Dincember 24: Love - Din Djarin & Grogu by: @dindjarindiaries SFW

Decorating the Marauder - TBB x Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

25 Days of Life Day - Life Day with the Bad Batch - Echo x Reader by: @kaminocasey SFW

Dincember 25: Holiday - The Mandalorian x Reader by: @dindjarindiaries SFW

Sun & Rain: Age of the Empire, Shocks on Pantora - Hunter x OFC by: @photogirl894 SFW

Where the Lovelight Gleams - TBB +F!Reader by: @interstellarwraith SFW

Taglist:  @imabeautifulbutterfly@chaoticvampirejedi@hellothere-generalangsty@cyroku@reluctant-mandalore@uponrightful@zinzinina@saradika@galacticgraffiti@ashotofspotchka@dindjarindiaries@dinbeskarbaby@djarrex@djarinsbeskar@rowansparrow@photogirl894@rigelmoonshine@rigel-the-moonstrider@nahoney22@loth-wolffe@neon-junkie@bobafetts-princess@cyarbika@charnelhouse@zoeykallus@kin-rokku@jgvfhl@honestly-shite@here-comes-the-moose@dindjarindiaries@firstofficerwiggles@fictional-men-ruin-lives @ladysongmaster @lozalot @moonstrider9904@lorjukka@m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s @rain-on-kamino @monako-jinn-stories @middimidoris @wild-karrde @arctrooper69 @eyecandyeoz

[myrcella]

i was tagged by @winterswake ♥♥♥ ilyyy babie !! 

Pick 5 shows, then answer the following questions, don’t cheat. Tag 10 (or however many) people.

Game of Thrones

Doctor Who

Big Little Lies

Bates Motel

Twin Peaks

1. Who is your favourite character in 2? a real toss up between the eleventh doctor, his beamtiful wife river song, and the thirteenth doctor... clara & twelve are massive comfort characters as well

2. Who is your least favourite character in 1? ROBERT BARATHEON like i love the bobby b memes but then i realise he was my fave’s abuser :)) and of course gregor clegane, ramsay bolton, etc.

3. What is your favourite episode of 4? 2x02 when norma and norman do a musical together <3 it’s one of the few “wholesome” eps of bates where the plot was lulled and summery and lovely

4. What is your favourite season of 5? so far, the first season was basically flawless, but i’m in the middle of the dip in quality from 2x10 onwards... where david lynch’s control was taken away and no one knew what to do 

5. Who is your favourite couple in 3? renata x me

6. Who is your favourite couple in 2? eleventh doctor AND HIS WIFE RIVER SONG. amy and rory pond of course. and twelve and clara, again.

7. What is your favourite episode of 1? i stan the fuck out of 2x09, blackwater. it’s just perfect in how the tension is built, the first time we actually get to see (some) of the war of the five kings directly, stannis baratheon is there, joffrey’s in his lannister armour panicking, it’s Cinematic Brilliance.

8. What is your favourite episode of 5? laura palmer’s death reveal episode ofc, 2x07 “lonely souls”

9. What is your favourite season of 2? season five! the ponds and eleven, the best combination. it was the season i grew up on too.

10. How long have you watched 1? maybe a year after it aired - early 2012 when i binged all of it, then binged asoiaf.

11. How did you become interested in 3? honestly @ladycomstock said i would like it TWO YEARS AGO and i didn’t follow it through and then i randomly decided to watch it mostly after seeing laura dern as renata klein and would you know what i adore this show to fucking pieces now.

12. Who is your favourite actor in 4? can’t make me choose between vera farmiga and freddie highmore -- absolute geniuses 

13. Which do you prefer, 1, 2, or 5? game of thrones forever, idc what y’all say

14. Which show have you seen more episodes of, 1 or 3 ? well, there’s 8 seasons of got and only 2 of bll...

15. If you could be anyone from 4, who would you be? bruh emma i fucking guess cause she LIVES and has a baby 

16. Would a crossover between 3 and 4 work? “the monterey five tries to evade norman bates”

17. Pair two characters in 1 who would make an unlikely but strangely okay couple? i always thought theon x sansa was random but here we are,

18. Overall, which show has the better storyline, 3 or 5? i adore big little lies but i can’t compare it to the show that changed the face of television forever, thank you david lynch for your service

19. Which has the better theme music, 2 or 4? bates doesn’t have an intro so -- but for doctor who with its 23919419 intros, i like twelve’s the best it’s so dramatic

tagging: @ladycomstock @katherinewaterstcn @rcberthouse @oberynmartell @nathanprescutt @nazura @leroichevalier @leejordan @joanna-lannister @hugh-grants ♥♥♥♥

#abm

[fuckschoolletsgoskijumping]

Tag 9 people that you want to know better

I was tagged by @magiczneslowa & @bronixx it’s pleasure for me, thanks and ofc write if u want!❤️🤪

Okey so now time for choose:

@peoplechangememoriesdont8 @silke326 @askijumpingloverpl @letalnica @queendua1 @teravetz @canwetalkaboutteamaustria @shecouldntfly @bronzebluemind

Fav colour: beige

Top 3 ships: well it’s hard, I am crazy and ship, I think, everyone? Gregor x Johann, Fannemel x Hilde, Learoyd x Boyd-Clowes

Lipstick or chipstick: i am a big fool and sometimes have problem with lipstick, prefer chapstick

Last song: „Bad Liar” by Imagine Dragons🐉

Last movie: Gosh, I don’t have time for films now(*crying*), Lion King 3: HAKUNA MATATA!🦁

Current book: „One and only”

[adore-gregor]

top 5 favorite tv/Netflix shows and top 5 athletes x :)

My Top 5 shows/series: Got, Riverdale, 13 Reasons Why, The Walking Dead, Sherlock

My Top 5 athletes: Gregor ofc 💙 but here it gets hard haha.... I mean 5 is such a little number if you love them all so much.♡♡ Tbh I can't decide sry😅Anyway thanks dear xx ❤

[wild-karrde]

I can't remember what I've sent! ;)

Howzer fanfic continues -- almost 3/4 done! Gettin spicy but all PG-13; a canon-compliant (I hope) backstory about Howzer, how he got to be who he is, and a lil love interest on the side. ;)

Gregor x Reader: a series of dates - cute ideas by drafthorsemath that I've been fleshing out!

<3

We always welcome self-recs and repeat recs around here! Howzer deserves all of the spice and romance (especially after everything he's been through, bless him). Also, love getting some backstory for him!

And first dates with Gregor? Nothing but fun.

Love both of these very much! Thanks so much for sending them in!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

#FANDOM FRIDAY #creator appreciation #fic rec #fanfiction #fan fic #star wars #the bad batch #tbb #captain howzer #captain gregor #howzer x oc #howzer x original female character #howzer x ofc #gregor x reader #gregor x you

[dystopicjumpsuit]

Stars Beyond Number - Chapter 22

The Desire

Rating: M - Minors DNI

Pairings: Echo x Riyo Chuchi; Gregor x OFC Cerra Kilian

Wordcount: 3.3k

Warnings and tags: negative self-talk; Gregor having none of it; SMUT; it's finally happening; oral sex; fingering; body worship; PIV sex; I literally screamed and cried and threw my hands in the air when I typed the last line; I love them so much I can't even

Suggested Listening (strongly recommended, actually; I couldn't believe how perfectly this song fit the chapter when I heard it the first time):

Summary: 😏

A/N: This story shares continuity with Martyrs and Kings, "Double, Double Boil and Trouble" (part 2 here) and "Do It Again," but all the fics can be read as stand-alones.

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Between the desire and the spasm

… falls the Shadow

—T. S. Eliot, “The Hollow Men”

“Are you all right?” Gregor asked, his soft eyes trained on Cerra’s.

She nodded. “Sorry.”

“For what?”

“Karking it up like I do everything,” she said.

His eyebrows snapped together. “Why would you say that?”

“Because you deserve better,” she said. “You should be with someone who—”

“I know what I want,” he interrupted before she could talk herself out of it. “It’s you.”

Her breath stilled. “It is?”

“Since the moment I met you.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” she asked.

 He giggled quietly. “Are you serious?”

“No need to be rude,” she said, affronted.

“I’m not trying to be,” he replied. “It’s just the truth. You weren’t ready to move on, and you didn’t need someone pressuring you. You needed a friend, and if you decide that you’re never ready for more than that, then I’ll still be the luckiest man in the karking galaxy to be the one who’s there for you.”

Her eyes burned. She dropped her forehead to rest against his neck, and he wrapped his arms gently around her back, rubbing comforting circles between her shoulder blades.

“I don’t deserve you,” she whispered.

“True,” Gregor agreed cordially, pulling a reluctant chuckle from her as she smacked his shoulder. “Sorry, were you done floggin’ yourself, or did I interrupt? I could come back later…”

“Gods, you’re the worst,” she laughed.

“You can keep going if you want. Or…” he paused and kissed her shoulder softly. “We could…” He kissed her again, closer to her neck. “Try something else.” 

He licked along her skin until he reached the base of her throat. She tilted her head to the side, exposing her neck as she inhaled deeply.

“Gregor,” she sighed.

“Mmm,” he rumbled, working his way down her sternum. 

His bare hand slipped up her waist and beneath her bra to cup her breast. She took in a soft, deep breath as she arched her body into his touch. The rough fabric of his glove scraped lightly across her tender skin as he slid his other hand under the band of her bra. He pulled his mouth away from her long enough to tug the garment over her head, and then his lips closed around her nipple as his tongue swirled over her.

“You taste amazing,” he whispered against her skin.

He dropped his hands to her hips to dip beneath the compression suit and coax it down her legs. She shifted in the seat to ease its progress, and Gregor took shameless advantage of her momentary helplessness to drag her to the edge of the seat and spread her thighs wide over his broad pauldrons as his mouth worked its way down her body, kissing, licking, biting, sucking. 

He reached her pelvis at last, slowing his progress as he inched lower with aching deliberateness until at last his tongue dipped into her. Her reaction was electric. She convulsed with a cry, her body hypersensitive from years of denying her physical needs. Her thighs tightened around him as she practically levitated off the seat.  He gripped her hips and pressed her back down, his strong fingers digging into her flesh. He swirled his tongue around her clit and into her cunt.

“Fuck!” she sobbed as her fists tightened in his hair. “Fuck, fuck, Gre—”

He groaned against her and murmured something indecipherable. His hand brushed over her knee, then drifted leisurely up the inside of her thigh, taking his time despite her desperation. By the time he finally reached his target and eased two fingers into her, she was shaking and writhing beneath him, and that delicious stretch was all it took to push her beyond the limits of her control. 

In her deprived, overwrought state, her body took over and hurled her into an unexpected orgasm that shattered her vision and wrenched a broken scream from her throat. His thick, agile fingers dragged inside her, working to prolong her climax as he gazed up at her with an expression of utter bliss and adoration in his eyes.

He gentled his movements as she came down from her high. He kissed the soft skin of her abdomen, and she tugged ineffectually at his cuirass, trying vainly to pull him closer to her. He lifted her naked body off the chair and settled her on his lap. In his full armor, he wasn’t a particularly comfortable seat, but she snuggled her face against his neck through the soft black fabric of his undersuit as she shuddered and trembled in his embrace. 

They sprawled on the floor of the cockpit, bathed in the gentle, warm glow of the nebula. Gregor cradled her in his arms, circling his thumbs slowly across her bare skin as he rested his cheek against her head. He stroked his fingers lightly over her short, velvety hair.

“Your hair is so soft,” he whispered. “I’ve never seen it this long.”

“Didn’t exactly have a way to keep it shaved while I was rotting in the Venator brig,” she replied with a low laugh.

“I like it,” he replied, pressing his lips against her head, and then again behind her ear, and a third time, along the side of her neck.

”Yeah?”

”Mm-hmm,” he hummed, his voice vibrating gently on her sensitive skin. 

“Should I grow it back out?”

”Not unless you want to.” His warm breath sent a shiver through her as he whispered next to her ear. “You’re hot as fuck either way.”

She sighed happily and trailed her fingertips up his arm, looking for the small gaps between the plastoid where she could feel his body heat through the undersuit.

“You are wearing way too much armor,” she murmured.

He chuckled. “Have to admit the codpiece is feeling a little tight.”

She huffed quietly and unclipped his vambraces, tugging them off his forearms and setting them aside. She interlaced her fingers with his and slowly pulled off his remaining glove, allowing it to drop to the floor. Next, she fumbled with his rerebraces and grumbled under her breath.

“Why is this so karking hard to take off?” she asked as irritably as she could, considering that her brain was still flooded with a blissful post-orgasmic haze.

“Because the point is for it to stay on,” he said. 

She arched an impatient brow at him, and he shot her a smug grin.

“A little help?” she asked.

He brushed his fingers beneath her jaw and tilted her face up so he could kiss her, then leaned back and began to pull off his upper body armor, stacking it one piece at a time as he did. As he worked, Cerra began to trace her fingers across the bare skin of his neck and the base of his skull. His eyes flicked to hers, and he smirked, continuing his task. Undaunted, she leaned close and licked the shell of his ear softly. He shivered, and she heard his breath catch, but his concentration didn’t break. 

Once he was stripped down to his waist, though, he had his revenge. He wrapped his arms around her and flipped them over so she was lying on her back with his body between her thighs. The durasteel floor was hard and cold against her skin, and she was briefly, ridiculously relieved that she’d had the cleaning droid work over the freighter the day before she left for Daiyu. Gregor covered her body with kisses as he fumbled with his belt. 

She wrapped her legs around his waist with a soft giggle, and he nipped at her skin in retaliation, rocking his codpiece against her. Her breath caught, and she moaned at the pressure.

“Kriff, don’t make those noises,” he rasped. “I can barely fit in this codpiece as it is.”

“Bragging?” she teased.

“Stating a fact,” he replied, grazing his lips lightly over her bruised shoulder. “You taste like bacta.”

“I thought you said I tasted amazing,” she said.

“You do,” he replied. “But this part of you also tastes like bacta.”

She heard a clatter of duraplast, and Gregor grunted in relief, having successfully freed himself from the codpiece while he distracted her.

“Maybe you should kiss me somewhere else, then,” she suggested, cupping her hand under his chin to bring his face toward hers. “Hey, soldier. My lips are up here.”

He gazed at her mouth. “I don't want to hurt you again.”

Her heart lurched.

“Please,” she whispered. 

He swallowed. Raising his hand to her cheek, he caressed her with utmost tenderness, barely touching his thumb to her lower lip. He glanced uncertainly up at her eyes, and he leaned down slowly, pausing close to her face, but not quite making contact.

“Cerra…”

“I trust you,” she breathed.

The touch of his lips was so soft it was almost imperceptible. Her eyes fluttered closed as her lips parted, as though she could block out every distraction and only drift in the sensation of his kiss. She teased his lips with the tip of her tongue, encouraging him to kiss her more deeply, and he complied with incredible care, taking his cues from her, but pulling away far sooner than she would have preferred. Perhaps it was for the best; her judgment was not to be trusted when she wanted him to consume her.

He nuzzled her cheek gently. “Your lips taste like bacta, too. Worth it, though.”

She laughed quietly as he sat up. She smoothed her hands up his torso, slipping her fingertips into the magseal of his undersuit and easing it open. The suit gave way to reveal the broad expanse of his chest, and he shrugged out of the top of the suit. From her vantage point on the floor, Cerra stared up at him, admiring the way the soft golden light glazed his warm, smooth skin and reflected in his amber eyes. His chest rose and fell quickly, and she longed to touch him.

She traced her fingertips up his abdomen, then flattened her palms against him. Gods, it had been so long since she’d felt someone else’s skin against her own. She glided over his pectorals and up to his shoulders, then back down again to ease the undersuit further down his hips until his cock sprang free, fully erect. Closing her hand around him, she squeezed gently, and a glossy bead of precum appeared at the tip. She licked her lips at the sight and started to lean toward him.

“Don’t even think about it,” he said, pressing her back down to the floor.

She looked up at him, startled. “You don’t like—”

“Not until you’re healed,” he said firmly.

“Not even a taste?” she asked, giving him the softest tooka eyes she could muster.

“Absolutely not,” he replied. “Those big eyes don’t fool me. I know you, Cerra. You won’t stop until you get what you want, and we are not playing that game right now.”

“You’re no fun,” she pouted.

“Oh, I can think of plenty of other ways we can have fun,” he grinned.

“Do any of them start with moving to a bunk?” she asked. “This floor is ridiculously hard.”

“It’s not the only thing,” he laughed.

He stood, then pulled her to her feet. She seized the opportunity to wrap her fingers around his cock again, dragging her hand over it slowly. She brushed her thumb over the tip, and then raised it to her mouth, flicking her tongue out to taste the clear fluid as mischief danced in her eyes.

“Fuck,” Gregor groaned. “You are testing my limits.”

“Oh, no, anything but that,” she whispered.

“I should’ve known you’d be a brat,” he giggled, scooping her up and tossing her over his shoulder as she shrieked with delighted laughter. 

He carried her down the corridor to the crew quarters and selected one at random, depositing Cerra on the bed carefully. She sat up to watch him with open admiration as he removed his remaining armor and undersuit.

Holy kriff, he was built. She’d spent months trying not to look at him too closely, trying to avoid the inevitable reminders of Fives. As he stripped, though, she finally let herself take a good look. He did resemble Fives—that was inescapable—but there were differences as well. The scars were different; the tattoos were different. Gregor was older than her husband had ever had a chance to be, and she could see it in his body. Between that and the commando’s genetically enhanced muscle density, he was broader and bigger than Fives, and she was quietly relieved. She wasn’t sure she would have been able to sort through her confusion if his body had been truly identical to Fives.

“Enjoying the view?” he teased, and she raked her gaze slowly up his body until she met his eyes.

“Very much,” she said, her voice low and husky.

He crawled onto the bed, caging her between his arms and legs. She reached up to stroke the side of his neck as he kissed her, and she could feel the pulse of his racing heartbeat beneath her fingertips. He pressed her back slowly until she lay on the bed. She slid her hands up his thighs as he straddled her hips, shifting beneath him to try to press herself closer to his body, but he held himself back from her.

She made an indignant little noise of protest and tried to pull him down, but he didn’t budge. He just kept kissing her with utmost gentleness when she wanted him to ruin her. She could feel his cock brushing against her abdomen, rock-hard, hot, and already slick with need. 

She knew he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him. Reaching between their bodies, she wrapped her hands around his cock and stroked him languidly. He broke away from her mouth with a groan and rested his forehead against hers, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

“Fuck, I’m trying to be careful, but you’re not making it easy,” he rasped.

“I can take it, Gregor,” she whispered. “You don’t have to be careful.”

He pushed himself back, sinking down so his thighs rested on top of her hips, trapping her in place. He stared down at her, shaking his head slightly. He trailed his fingertips over her cheek.

“Kriff, you’re so beautiful,” he said. “All the times I imagined this, I never once thought it might actually happen.”

“You imagined it?” she asked.

He giggled. “All the time. That day that we went to the market, I almost came in the shower just from hearing the sounds you were making. Didn’t even have to touch myself.”

Her eyes widened. “You were so quiet! I thought you were mad at me.”

“I had the water as cold as it would go, and I was reciting all the components of a DC-17m in my head.”

She pondered for a moment. “Is that why you were so relaxed when you came out? Because you—”

“Took care of things,” he said with a shrug. “What else was I supposed to do? Walk around the garage with a raging hard on?”

She laughed and captured his wrist, pressing her lips into his palm, then kissing a trail up his forearm. “Maybe I would have gotten a clue sooner if you had.”

He smiled, but his eyes were troubled. “All the times I imagined it, I never thought it would be like this.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

He barely touched his hand to her injured shoulder, and she flinched involuntarily. 

“See?” he asked. “I can’t just… take you—as much as I want to. I’ve got to be careful with you. I’m still working out the best strategy.”

Her heart lurched. Of course. Even now, he was watching her back: protecting her, even from himself.

“It doesn’t have to be that complicated,” she whispered. “We can just… start. And if it feels good, we can keep going, and if it hurts, we can try something else.”

He moved his fingertips lower, skimming over her breasts and circling her nipples. “Is this all right? Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “So good.”

He made a pleased little hum and shifted, moving to sit behind her on the bed and drawing her back against his chest. He continued to play with her breasts as she leaned against him, feeling the rigid length of his cock press against her back. He kissed the side of her head, and then the shell of her ear, working his mouth slowly down her neck and onto her shoulder. Her eyes drifted closed, and she sighed softly. 

Encouraged by her reaction, his hand stole down her body and in between her thighs, his fingers brushing over her clit with feather-light pressure, again and again, before slipping into her. She was beyond ready, and he met no resistance as he sank into her slick warmth. She heard his breath stutter harshly.

“Holy kriff,” he groaned. “You are so wet, my gods.”

He worked her open gently, and she couldn’t hold back her tiny, breathless sounds of pleasure.

“Kark, you drive me wild when you make those noises,” he whispered, grinding his cock against her lower back. 

She squirmed against him, desperate to feel more. “Please, please—”

“What is it, love?”

“I need more,” she said. “I need you.”

He pressed his lips against her neck, just below her ear. “You can have me, then.”

He withdrew his fingers from her body and guided her around until she sat in his lap, facing him as he aligned his cock with her cunt and sank gradually into her. She tilted her hips to accommodate him, breathing hard, as he stretched her in ways she hadn’t felt in years. Lovely, strong, warm hands massaged across her back and shoulders, pulling her close to him as he gazed up into her eyes.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked.

She nodded, unable to speak. He kissed her again, so gently, so carefully, as he began to move. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding tightly as their bodies worked in perfect synchrony, their hips rolling together, their breath coalescing. He dropped his head to rest on her sternum, and she leaned her cheek against his hair as she slid her hands up the back of his head.

He shifted their angle slightly, his hands descending to grip her hips as he began to drive into her harder and faster, thrusting against a place deep inside her in a way that rapidly stoked the tension in her body until she felt as though every muscle and nerve had wound itself into an impossibly tight knot at the base of her spine. 

He reached between their bodies and pressed his fingers against her clit, working in tiny, frantic circles, until all her muscles seized, arching her back and clamping her legs around his waist as she shattered. She barely heard his hoarse grunt as he thrust into her one last time, burying himself as deeply as she could take him, emptying into her as she sobbed with pleasure. 

He whimpered quietly as his lips found hers, his tongue sweeping into her mouth as she rode out the last few moments, drawing out the pleasure until her muscles gave out and she collapsed against him. He held her close to him and leaned them back until they were lying on the bed. Her head rested against his chest, and she listened as the pounding of his heart began to slow and the deep, gasping breaths of his lungs gradually returned to normal.

Exhaustion pulled at her. Her entire body felt boneless and relaxed—safe for the first time in weeks. Gregor toyed aimlessly with the short hair at the nape of her neck, and her eyes drifted closed as she sank into oblivion. As she crossed the threshold into unconsciousness, she wasn’t sure whether she heard or imagined his quiet whisper.

”I love you, too.”

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