Star Wars oneshots - The Clones -

Fixer - plant life (smut)

Plant studies had always been a fascination for you, even outside of your Jedi training. Delta Squad, your assigned unit, found your interests peculiar but never questioned them. Fixer however, seemed to have a soft spot for your passion. He'd often bring you flowers, seeking your expertise. He was always passionate about the unknown, and you reveled in the chance to share your knowledge with at least one member. It would foster a special bond between the two of you-one that you cherished.

When it came to the point of where Fixer presented you with yet another plant, you were taken aback by its unfamiliarity. It was entirely new to you, sparking a sense of excitement for the unknown.

"Thank you, Fixer. This is fascinating! A new plant I've never encountered before-what a discovery," you exclaimed, your eyes alight with curiosity as you examined the specimen.

Fixer gave a gentle, amused snort. "Let me know what you uncover about it," he said, a hint of genuine interest in his voice.

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You brought the plant back to Coruscant, eager to delve into its mysteries within the confines of your quarters. Placing it carefully on your desk, you began to meticulously note its physical attributes-the large, deep red leaves, the bright glowing blue sacs hanging beneath them, and the slender stem.

Your initial curiosity led you to gently pluck one of the sacs from the plant, noting its squishy texture and apparent fragility. As you inspected it closer, attempting to discern its contents, the sac suddenly ruptured in your hands.

Blue liquid sprayed across your face and hands, some finding its way into your mouth. Reacting swiftly, you dropped the broken sac onto the floor, coughing as the bitter taste assaulted your senses.

"By the stars," you sputtered, recoiling from the desk where the plant sat, a mixture of surprise and discomfort washing over you.

As you recovered, you shook the liquid from your hands, huffing softly.

"Well this is just kriffing great," you groaned, ridding the rest of the fluids from your hands with a cloth stored in one of the drawers.

You sighed softly, gazing down at the glowing mess on the floor. "Well, you've got a horrendous taste, and I have no clue if your weird glowing liquid has poisoned me or not. I guess we'll wait and see."

Your decision to wait was driven by curiosity more than anything else. Despite the risk, you wanted to observe the effects firsthand, though you had a contingency plan in place - Fixer.

Pressing your finger to the commlink embedded in your left forearm bracer, you called out, "Fixer, I need you. Urgently."

"On my way, General," his voice responded promptly, a reassuring presence amid the uncertainty.

About five minutes into your anxious wait, a knock echoed through the room. "Enter," you called out.

The door slid open with a soft hiss, revealing Fixer's figure standing at the threshold.

"What's- what did you do?" His first question was interrupted by the sight before him, replaced by another.

"The plant exploded on my face, and some got in my mouth. I want to see if I've been poisoned. If I have, I'll know within 10 minutes. You're going to rush me to the medical bay if I am," you explained.

He entered your room fully, closing the door behind him. "Why not just go now?" he asked.

"Because I'm curious if it's toxic or not."

He heaved a sigh, removing his helmet with a small hiss as the seal broke. Tucking it neatly under his arm, he regarded you with concern.

"So you're willing to risk death to see if it's toxic or not?"