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Hi hi your writing is a source of comfort for me—I love coming back from a long day and just opening up your blog to destress! if you’re still taking any requests, can I request for a fluffy prompt of “finding someone flirting with your crush but all they have is eyes for you, and only you” with Alpha-17? If not, totally okay! Thank you! 🫶

His Choice

Summary: While on a diplomatic mission with Alpha-17, things take a change.

Pairing: Alpha-17 x F!Reader

Word Count: 1622

Warnings: Alpha is an asshole and says things poorly. Some minor angst.

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Hihi! I'm so glad that my writing is a source of comfort for you! I hope that this is close to what you wanted, though I might jump around a little because I'm trying to write with a migraine. "But vod'ika!" You're probably thinking, "Why are you doing such a thing?" And then answer is because I'm dumb. That's why. I hope you enjoy this!

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He’s late.

You fold your arms over your chest and tap your foot in an increasingly irritated rhythm.

Alpha is late. He’s never late. And if you weren’t so annoyed, you would be worried. Or, well, you might have been worried if it wasn’t Alpha-17 who was missing.

Of course, this isn’t Kamino. So maybe…

No. Alpha’s fine. He’s probably just off doing something to intentionally annoy you. Because that’s what he does. It’s like he calculates exactly what’s going to cause you the most aggravation and then he does it in the most annoying way possible.

Which makes your massive crush on him annoying in and of itself. You keep telling yourself that it’s a physical crush only, the man is built like a human tank after all. But no, you might be capable of lying to yourself, but not to that extent.

The truth is that you’re attracted to the man for more than his looks. And it’s the most annoying aspect of your life at the moment.

You glance at your chrono, and then sigh.

Fine. Fine! If he’s going to drag his feet, you’ll just go and get him. It’s fine. It’s not like you’re on a time crunch. It’s not like you’re here for work, or anything.

A sharp exhale escapes you, and you push away from the wall and you head back towards the hotel where you and Alpha were staying. He had better be sick. You think darkly. He had better have a good reason for making you wait for as long as you have been.

You step into the hotel and look around the lobby quickly as you head to the lifts, and then you slow to a stop. There, standing on the opposite side of the front desk is Alpha-17. Is Alpha-17 talking to a woman who is obviously flirting with him. 

You feel a deep surge of annoyance, followed by a sharp sting of hurt, followed by the urge to bash both of their heads in. You’ve probably been spending too much time with men who are too happy to punch first and ask questions never.

So you take a moment to shove the sudden urge for violence deep down, to be dealt with later, and you stalk over to the pair. 

To his credit, the moment Alpha notices your presence, his gaze locks on you and stays there. His sharp gaze flickers across your face, and a smug smirk crosses his face. “Mesh’la,” He drawls the nickname in a way that sets all of your nerves on edge.

“You’re late.” You ground out, intentionally ignoring the woman who’s trying to press her chest against Alpha.

“Not that late,” Alpha replies absently, as he brushes the woman away from him without a second glance.

“It’s been an hour since we said we were going to meet up.” You ground out.

He pauses and then his smirk grows, “Like I said.”

“You are the most infuriating-”

“Uh, excuse me.” Your tirade is interrupted by the woman, “We are in the middle of something, so you can take your very unfashionable self and go somewhere else.”

You stare at the slightly taller woman, and then turn your disbelieving stare onto Alpha, “The next time I’m forced to go anywhere off of Kamino, I’m taking Fordo.” You hiss at him. 

Alpha shoots a glare at the woman who had been flirting with him, a glare acidic enough that she flinches back, and then he pins you with the same glare. Of course, you’ve been on the receiving end of that glare dozens of times over the years you’ve worked with him, “You will not.” His statement comes out as an order.

“Watch me. In fact, I might even call him now.” You dig into your pocket and pull out your comm, which is promptly snatched from your hand, “Hey!”

Alpha shoves your comm into his own pocket, “You’re not calling Fordo. I’m already here, there’s no point in bothering him.”

The woman, ignored, huffed loudly and shoved her elbow into your side causing you to stumble, “Alpha,” She whines, “Let’s go somewhere else.”

Alpha’s hand is immediately on your shoulder, steadying you, and he pins the woman with a glare that has caused the most hardened Mandalorians to quail, “As I’ve said to you, several times, I’m not going anywhere with you. Now get lost.”

She scowls, “You have no idea what you’re missing out on.”

“A handful of venereal diseases, probably.” He counters sarcastically, and then he turns his back on her, and flickers his gaze over you.

“That was mean.” You chide as soon as the pair of you are alone.

“She hit you.” Alpha counters, “And I’ve never claimed to be nice.”

“Don’t I know it.” You grumble, “Can we go now?” You ask as you rub your side, you’re definitely going to have a bruise. She had amazingly sharp elbows.

Alpha’s gaze sharpens at the movement, and he lightly grips your wrist and pulls your hand away from your side. He presses his hand right over the sore spot, and you try to jerk away from him.

“That hurts, Alpha!” You hiss at him.

“I have bacta in my room,” He replies bluntly as he tugs you towards the hall that leads to his room.

“I don’t need bacta-” You try to say, but he won’t be denied.

He keys in the door code, and tugs you into the room, and only then does he release you, “Honestly, Alpha,” You try again, “I’m fine. It’s just a bruise-”

“Take your shirt off,” He interrupts as he pulls a bottle of bacta out of his bag.

You flush, “I am not-!” You stop mid-sentence as he just looks at you. Your flush deepens, but you grip the hem of your shirt and you pull your shirt up and off, “There, happy?”

Alpha’s gaze drags across your chest for a moment, lingering on a simple bra that you preferred, “Ecstatic.” he replies dryly before he sits on the edge of the bed, and motions for you to come over to him.

The bruise on your side is red and angry looking, and you hiss in pain as Alpha prods your side with inquisitive fingers, “That still hurts, Alpha.”

“I’m trying to make sure nothing is broken, brat.” He retorts. 

You scowl at him, but don’t say anything as he continues his investigation. Though a quiet whimper does escape you as he presses a little too hard on one spot. He immediately moves his hand and lightly brushes his thumb over the bruise as an apology, rather than saying the word.

“Nothing feels broken, but I’ll want to keep an eye on it.” Alpha says after a moment.

“I told you I was fine.” You say in return.

“You have a tendency to downplay your injuries.” He replies.

That’s true, but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of being right. “I’m sorry for interrupting your conversation.” You say instead, now that the hurt and the anger has faded you’re just left with a painful guilt. Alpha deserves to be happy, even if it’s not with you…maybe especially if not with you.

“The only reason I didn’t walk away from her when she started talking to me was because you convinced me that it’s important to be polite to natborns.” Alpha says flatly.

“You don’t have a problem walking away from me mid-conversation.” You point out quietly.

“Yeah, that’s because you’re you.”

You don’t say anything to that, but there’s no hiding the way that your face falls and the way your gaze drops to the floor as hurt blossoms in your chest.

“Fuck. I didn’t mean it like that.” Alpha says with a sigh.

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not.” He reaches up and lightly taps your chin, “Look at me. Please?”

You lift your gaze slightly to meet his.

“I meant,” He clarifies slowly, “That I’m able to be myself around you. This whole…diplomacy thing isn’t easy for me. But I don’t have to pretend to be nice around you. I can just be me.”

You shoot him a doubtful look.

His smile is slightly sardonic, “This isn’t easy for me, mesh’la. I’m a soldier who has to play politics all of a sudden, and I’m terrible at it.”

“You do kind of suck at it,” You admit with a small smile.

“I’m really terrible at playing nice. But you don’t expect me to play nice, or to even be polite.” Alpha scans your face for a moment, “I respect the fuck out of you, you know that.” You duck your head slightly, and he grips your chin to force you to meet his gaze again. “I mean it.”

You lick your lips nervously, “I know, if you didn’t respect me I wouldn’t still be living on Kamino.”

Alpha’s thumb trails over your lower lip, and you shiver slightly, “If I’m allowed a choice,” he says slowly, quietly, “Then I want you.”

“I’m sorry?”

He lightly taps your lips with his thumb, “For a romantic partner.” He clarifies.

And your face burns with flustered embarrassment, “Can we have this conversation when I’m not half naked?” You ask.

“No. I like the view.” He smiles, “I’m going to kiss you now.” Alpha warns.

Somehow your face flames even more. 

And then his hand is on the back of your neck, and your lips are against his, and you melt against him. And then you’re sitting on his lap and your hands are fisted in his hair, and you’re not really sure you understand how you got in this position, but you’re not complaining.

After all, this is all you’ve ever wanted from him.