#Some drinks and fun at 79s
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Out of the Mouths of Babes...
Several of the Clones at 79s
TW: None, lill mention of virginity or loss of it, some drinking
W.C: 1501
Summary: A night out usually means drinks, dancing, flirting and just a relaxing time. In one booth, the guys play a little game...
A/N: First of all a big thanks to @imabeautifulbutterfly for doing the beta work on this one and inspiring me and helping me when I write. You are a rock ( even when sometimes I wanna shake you like a snowglobe! ) XO
This is just one of those things that pops up in your mind and you just have to write it. I hope you like it and as always, likes, comments and reblogs are always much appreciated 💖
It has been a normal night at the bar and all the guys were just having a drink and some fun. Some ventured to the dancefloor, joining all the others who were having fun together, solo or some in small groups as they swayed and danced across the floor. Spread out over the booths several groups were chatting with each other, some dancers were trying to attract their attention while others were just sitting and enjoying the view.
In one particular booth there was a discussion ongoing between several men of different battalions.
"Right, so what do you guys think?" Jesse looked around at the men gathered in and around the booth they were occupying. Taking a swig of his drink he pointed at one of the guys. "Come on, tell me what you think."
With his silver hair and serieus expression, Sinker was not the first people would think of when answering a question as the one Jesse posed, but here he was, grinning while putting down his now empty glass. "General Kenobi is no virgin. Have you seen that man? People meet him and swarm around him, begging for his attention. Maker, even some of the men are looking at him with lust."
The men all burst out laughing at that last part, some barely managing to hold in the drink they just had while others apparently managed to snort out the liquid through their nostrils. Loudly coughing, Dogma wipes away a stray tear rolling from his eye as Boil slaps him on the back. “True! It does not matter what gender or non gender or what race, they all seem to swarm around him like flies on sweet Jogan juice.” None of the men are surprised anymore that even the one who seems to be the more strict among them chimes in with a remark here and there. Dogma is quickly slapped on the back again by Boil as they all laugh.
“Right, here is one for ya…… General Luminara.” For a moment the booth falls silent as Fives has decided to throw in a new name to consider.
All the men take a moment to consider their answers, if they even had one.
“Not one.” Short and to the point, Comet answers and holds up his beer in salute before taking a swig.
Hold on….. She is the one that is fully robed all the time , right? I mean…. There is that one that sometimes is not in you know? Jedi robes?”
Most of the men nod in agreement to that as they either take a sip of their drinks or seem to contemplate the next candidate for the yes or no game they are playing.
“Wait… He does not have to answer why?” The question comes from the only medic in the booth and they all seem to raise their eyebrows as they look at Comet.
“Well…” For a moment he seems lost in his answer, unsure of how to word it. When he answers the tips of his ears seem to turn a little darker and he quickly takes another sip of his drink once he is done. “The General is hot, just look at her! I mean… Yeah… Just, you know, she is hot.”
Some can not help but tease him for a moment as he almost seems to try and drown in his glass, while the rest just chuckle or laugh at his answer.
Kix, knowing he threw Comet under the speeder cab with his last remark decides that enough is enough and adds a new name to the mix that has everyone stumped.
“General Yoda.”
None of them seem to be able to even answer this one and Kix quickly hides his grin behind his hand as he forces out a small burp. Reaching for his glass, he looks around the booth and the stupefied men, still trying to gather some coherent thoughts.
“How in the karking hells did you even come up with that one?!” Tup blurts out the question first and just stares at the medic of his group.
“That is not part of the game Tup.” Kix grins and winks as he orders another round of drinks for the booth.”But, seeing as how you were quick to question me, how about you answer this one?”
Tup just stares at his brother, who now has a wide grin on his face while enjoying both his drink and the stupefied look on his brother's face.
Not wanting to let Kix think he got the better of him, Tup takes a deep breath and answers, much to Kix`s surprise with solid logic. “Well, he is old and I mean really old right? We don't know how old he was when he became a Jedi, so I am saying not one. Don't even know how many of his species there are or even what kind of species he is! I'm pretty sure that that old geezer did the deed to ensure survival of the species.”
For a moment, the entire booth has fallen silent. They all just look at Tup when all of a sudden, Waxer slaps him on the back with a loud laughter. “Now that is how you answer the difficult ones! Good job vod!”
Looking at the chrono, Sinker motions at the men in the booth, “Time for a last drink guys, the commanders will have a fit if we show up after curfew and you know what that means.”
All the men mutter and order a last round of drinks, knowing full well that anyone caught coming in too late would be put on refresher duty or perhaps even worse. None of them were too keen on finding out what kind of punishment their commanding officers would come up with next.
“Right, here`s two for ya to think about then. Generals Fisto and Billaba.” Again, Fives has come up with two names that have the men thinking for a moment.
Waxer, who had been one of the least vocal in his opinions, looks around to see if any of them will answer. When none seems to have an answer yet, he speaks.
“General Billaba is still a virgin.”
Several voices rise to disagree when he holds up a hand to explain.
“She is seriously beautiful, really, she is. But, you know that Jedi are kids when they join the Jedi right? You know who her master was? You seriously think that man would allow anyone to come close to her and let her have some fun? Hence, virgin.”
Though most seem to agree with his logical explanation, some still want to disagree with him, but it is Jesse that stops them from even beginning the argument.
“General Fisto is most definitely not a virgin anymore.” Grinning, he looks around to see if any of his brothers will bother to disagree or ask why, but he is met with raised brows and an eye roll from Fives, as if it is obvious to everyone that this was the only correct answer.
“You didn't ask, but I am still going to explain why. The tentacles! They all want the tentacles.”
Nobody even dares to speak up after that statement and all seem too occupied with their drinks to even look at Fives who still grins as he looks around.
“To top this evening of fun and games off, I will now present you all with the final name in our little game. Please focus, gentlemen and gather your thoughts as you contemplate your answers!” Had they all taken a good look at Dogma, as he stood up, finished his drink and then decided to utter the last name, they would have seen the glimmer of serious mischief in his eyes.
“Palpatine.”
Several men, who had just taken the last bit of their drinks, could not help but cough and spit out their drinks. Others who were lucky enough to have already finished their drinks just looked at Dogma, mouths agape.
“Nope, not going there. What the kriff?! Are you crazy? What in the Sith Hells! Has your brain gone lame?” Just some of the things that were uttered by the men quickly standing up and moving to leave the bar, but to Dogma it was a plan well executed. Now, he had his brothers in different states of readiness to leave the bar, without having to drag and nag them about the time and how long it would take them to get back to the barracks.
Coming up from behind him, Kix taps Dogma on the shoulder. “Well played brother. At Least you can be sure none of us will be back late. You do know they will make sure to get back at you for this though, right? That last one will be causing some nightmares for sure.”
Dogma smiles and nods at Kix as they both leave the bar. Next time, he knows he will have to suffer the consequences, but it was well worth it.
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Oh, Captain - Rex (TCW)
Summary: The 501st is getting a new Co-General and Rex wants to be prepared. His brothers, however, dare him to flirt with a woman at 79s the night before.
Length: 1370 words
Warnings: Unnamed Female Character (Can be Read as OC or Reader); Rex's Horrible Flirting Skills; Fives is a Menace
79s was packed full of clones as usual, though the color scheme of the night was predominantly blue and yellow for the 501st and 212th. They had just finished a battle together in the Mid Rim and returned to Coruscant to resupply before they shipped out again. And in the case of the 501st, they were on Coruscant to pick up their new Jedi general.
It was the only reason why Rex went out that night in the first place.
He had to make sure that all of his men were presentable for their meeting with the new assistant general, who had been assigned to the battalion so that General Skywalker could be called away more often. General Skywalker assured Rex that the new assistant general wouldn’t be that much of a stick in the mud, but Rex didn’t want to take a risk.
“Oh, come on, Rex, you heard the General. The new general’s fun. Have a drink for kriff’s sake,” Fives urged, placing a drink in front of Rex.
“I’m all set, Fives,” Rex replied, pushing the drink away from him.
“Who is the new assistant general, anyways?” Echo asked curiously, leaning over. “The Commander didn’t have a name.”
“I bet they’re a brand new Jedi. Young like General Skywalker,” Jesse stated, earning some nods. “He mentioned that they trained together.”
“It’s not for us to speculate,” Rex replied, earning a sigh from some of his brothers. “We need to be prepared. I don’t want the new general’s first impression of us to be that we look sloppy.”
“Oh, relax, Rex,” Cody spoke up, causing the rest of the 501st to perk up. If anyone could talk some sense into Rex, it would be Cody. “You’re going to be fine. Have a drink. We were just in trenches on a dustball for fifteen rotations. Or maybe make a new friend.”
“Like her,” Fives interjected, smacking Rex on the shoulder.
The entire table turned to watch a humanoid woman take a seat at the bar. A woman alone in a clone bar? It would be about five seconds before she was swarmed. But there was something about her that intrigued Rex. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was just something about her that drew all of his attention without any work at all.
“I’ve never seen her here before,” Echo stated as the woman ordered a drink.
“I wouldn’t mind seeing her around,” Fives spoke up before glancing at Rex. “And looks like you wouldn’t either, Captain.”
“Not all of us think with what’s under our codpieces, Fives,” Rex grunted in return.
“I’m thinking that they are, though,” Jesse pointed out, gesturing to two clones who made their way over to the mysterious woman. “Hopefully her first experience with a clone isn’t one of Fox’s shinies. She’ll never come to a clone bar again.”
Rex glanced over at the woman again before getting up from his seat. Fives looked over at Echo with a shit-eating grin, to which Echo simply rolled his eyes. Rex walked around the bar, nodding to his brothers that he passed, but keeping his gaze on the mystery woman and the two clones that sat down next to her.
But before they got too far into a conversation, she seemed to say something with a seductive smile and his brothers got up and left her alone without a word of protest. Now, downright curious, Rex found his legs carrying him over to the woman. She turned her head and their eyes met for the first time. His heart seemed to stutter as he took the last few steps toward her.
“They weren’t bothering you, were they?” Rex asked, causing the woman to smile.
“No, not at all. I told them that I was just looking for a drink and nothing more. They seemed to do the rest of the math.” She took a sip of her drink, peering over the rim of her glass and practically into Rex’s soul. “Sorry if you were planning on playing hero, Commander.”
“It’s Captain, actually. Captain Rex,” Rex introduced himself, causing the woman’s eyes to widen a small fraction.
“My apologies, Captain Rex.”
And there was that arrhythmia again. Was this woman part-siren or something?
“You can just call me Rex,” he assured her, causing the woman to smile softly. “And what exactly should I call you, ma’am?”
“Anything but ‘ma’am’,” she quipped, taking another sip of her drink. “You’re making me feel a little too old, Captain.”
Kriff, he could get used to her calling him that.
They got to talking. Not so much specifics about themselves, but rather life around them. The GAR, galactic politics, the drink menu. Rex didn’t even realize that he literally didn’t know any basic facts about the woman until she got up to leave for the night.
“Do you come to this part of town often?” Rex asked, causing the woman to chuckle.
“Not usually, but I suppose I could make an exception . . . Captain.”
Rex watched her walk out the door before he was suddenly swarmed by brothers, rattling off question after question. Up until Cody, as the highest ranking officer of the bunch, took control of the situation and asked one simple question.
“What’s her name?”
Rex opened his mouth to reply, but instead winced, causing his brothers around him to groan.
“He’s hopeless,” Fives sighed, shaking his head.
“He was hopeless the second that he decided to follow your advice,” Echo pointed out.
*~*~*~*
Rex walked through the rows of his men, inspecting them one last time while the General and Commander brought aboard their new General. Co-General. Whatever. Either way, Rex wanted to impress them. And that meant that his men had to be in tip top shape. But when he heard the doors to the hangar open, Rex quickly took his place at the front.
Only to nearly drop his helmet when he recognized the woman walking with Anakin and Ahsoka. And when he heard Fives’s giggle, he could only swallow down a choice set of words.
“And here’s our captain, Rex,” Anakin introduced, causing their eyes to lock for the first time since the bar. “The best of the best.”
“I would expect no less,” she replied with an easygoing and mischievous smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Captain Rex.”
“You as well, General,” Rex practically choked out, trying to not sweat through his blacks.
“Rex, this the new co-general,” Ahsoka introduced, adding the general’s name. “She was Master Plo Koon’s padawan and served with the Wolffe Pack.”
“Why’d you leave it, General?” Rex directed towards the new general, who smiled at him.
“The Jedi Council needed someone to babysit General Skywalker and because I value public service above my own sanity—”
“—This whole spiel again?” Anakin complained, causing her to turn to him.
“You're just upset because Admiral Yularen laughed in your face when I told him what happened back on Corellia when you—”
“—Perhaps we should move on to the rest of the tour,” Anakin stressed, causing her to smirk.
“Of course.”
Anakin and Ahsoka led the way through the rows of troopers, though she lingered behind them. Looking over her shoulder, she offered Rex a smile that made his heart stop for a moment all over again.
“I’ll be back to meet the full battalion formally once the rest of my briefings are concluded. If that fits with your timeline, Captain?”
“Yes, of course, General.”
“Great.” She offered him a curt nod before that smirk returned. “And next time we’re at 79s, drinks are on me, Captain.”
The galaxy was testing him today, that was for sure. Rex watched her walk off with Anakin and Ahsoka before slowly putting his bucket back on his head.
“Fives,” he growled out. “You have exactly five seconds before—”
Fives took off in a sprint across the hangar and Rex took off after him. Echo sighed and shook his head before turning to his comms. Sending Commander Cody a message that Rex did learn that the woman that he was flirting with last night was the new general, Echo couldn’t help but laugh as he watched Fives evade Rex.
“Well, this is going to be interesting.”
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The Night Before Someday
A/N: Happy (slightly belated) birthday to my dearest @wings-and-beskar! I wrote you some smut. 💛
Pairing: Cody x Reader (GN)
Rating: M - Minors DNI
Wordcount: 1.6K
Warnings and tags: fluff; roofies mentioned in passing; somebody other than Cody tries to hit on you; SMUT; oral sex; teasing; minor dom/sub dynamics; orgasm delay; established secret/forbidden relationship.
Summary: Did you read “Someday” and feel a burning desire to know what happened the night before? Look no further! This is that fic.
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79’s was hot, loud, and crowded. The heavy beat of dance music pulsated through the dense, smoky air of the club. The 212th was on shore leave, and you could swear that all 42,000 troopers in the battalion were currently either in line for the bar or grinding on the dance floor. You weren’t the only nat-born officer in the place, but you still stood out in the sea of clones, and every so often a drunken trooper would hoot your name or cheer raucously as you passed.
The energy was frenetic. To tell the truth, dance clubs weren’t really your usual scene, but it was the first night of leave, and it was expected that the senior command staff would put in an appearance. It wasn’t so bad, though; the troopers were rowdy but unfailingly respectful, and as you headed back to your table after braving the line at the bar for a refill, one of your very favorite trios found you and pulled you inexorably into their orbit.
“Didn’t think we’d see you here tonight, Major,” Wooley said as he slung his arm over your shoulders with an easy (if somewhat wobbly) smile.
“Why not?” you asked.
“Figured you’d have somethin’ better to do than hang out with the same faces you see all day every day,” Waxer grinned.
“What could possibly be better than this?” you asked, gesturing at the sticky, sweaty crowd.
“Probably just about any nat-born cantina,” Boil replied.
“Oh, we have more than our share of shitty dives,” you replied. “Plus my chances of having my drink roofied are probably lower here than just about any bar in the galaxy.”
“‘Specially with us watching your back,” Wooley said. He was slurring his words a bit, and his arm was ridiculously heavy on your shoulders, but you had a feeling his night was just getting started.
“Surprised you aren’t at the table with the rest of the command staff,” Boil remarked.
“I was on my way back when you waylaid me,” you laughed.
“Eh, we’re more fun anyway,” Waxer said with a charming smile.
Privately, you couldn’t help but agree, not that you would ever, ever say it out loud. Waxer, Boil, and Wooley didn’t have to worry about presenting a dignified facade the way the senior officers—including you—did.
You drew a breath to reply, and suddenly, a Mirialan tripped and stumbled into you. She righted herself quickly, apologizing profusely in an Outer-Rim trade language. You replied fluently in the same language, reassuring her and asking if she was all right. She nodded and excused herself quickly, and as she left, you checked to make sure she hadn’t swiped your credits.
“Kriff, it’s hot when you do that,” Wooley said, leaning a little closer to your ear.
“What, check to make sure someone didn’t rip me off?” you laughed.
“No, when you speak Sy Bisti or whatever that was,” he replied.
“Meese Caulf,” you said.
“I don’t know how the commander keeps his hands off you when you’re translating for him,” Wooley said a little over-loudly.
Yeah, he’s definitely had enough to drink, you thought.
If you were honest, you liked Wooley just fine. He was sweet and funny, he had great hair, and he looked like… well… a clone trooper. Enough said. You might have considered reciprocating his interest if it weren’t for two very important factors. One: you outranked him by several degrees, and you’d have felt weird about it even if it weren’t officially forbidden for you to fraternize with him. Ironic, all things considered.
Two—
“Because I don’t fancy a court martial, and I suspect the major doesn’t either, so I’d suggest you keep your hands to yourself,” a voice said from just behind you.
His tone was mild, but all four of you snapped to attention instinctively, and Wooley dropped his arm and put several inches in between himself and you for good measure.
“Yes, sir! Sorry, sir,” Wooley said sheepishly.
“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to,” Commander Cody replied.
“Er, sorry, Major,” Wooley mumbled.
You kept a perfectly straight face as you reassured Wooley, then extricated yourself from the group and made your way back to the command staff’s table with Cody.
Once you were out of earshot, you asked, “Court martial? Don’t you think that’s a bit excessive?”
Cody arched a quizzical brow. “Just looking out for my officers.”
“Careful, Commander. People might start thinking you have an interest beyond strict professionalism.”
Under the guise of steering you around a group of rowdy, drunken troopers, Cody rested his hand on your lower back, and you felt his fingertips graze your bare skin, just beneath the hem of your shirt.
“We can’t have that,” he murmured. He leaned in slightly to whisper in your ear. “I wish I could dance with you.”
You suppressed a smile. “How much longer do we need to keep up this charade before we sneak back to my flat?”
“One more drink ought to do it,” he said.
You glanced down at your cocktail. “Mine’s already half gone. I’ll leave first so nobody suspects.”
“You know, Wooley was right about one thing. You are hot as kriff.” He pressed his fingers into your back gently, then withdrew his hand as you approached the table where the rest of the senior command waited. “Door code still the same?”
“Always.”
You were in the kitchen chugging the galaxy’s largest glass of water when you heard the front door swish open. By the time it closed again, you were already in Cody's arms. As your lips met, he picked you up and spun you around until you shrieked with laughter. When he set you down, he held you steady until you regained your footing, then slid his hand up your back to hold your head as he leaned his forehead against yours and took a deep, slow breath in and out.
“Hello,” you smiled.
“Hello,” he replied. “I missed you.”
“It's only been an hour,” you pointed out.
“An eternity.” He kissed along your jaw until he reached your ear, whispering, “A lifetime.”
You shivered as his breath tingled across your skin. “Welcome home.”
A quiet rumble of pleasure sounded in his chest at your words. “Let's go to bed.”
“Tired?” you teased.
He slid his hands down your body to grip your ass, pulling you hard against him. “Not even a little bit.”
That’s a kriffing lie, you thought, knowing exactly how busy and exhausted he was, but you weren’t about to call him on it when his lips tasted so perfect, and his body felt so strong and solid and warm, and his hands roamed over you, touching and teasing and exploring. You didn’t even notice that he was expertly guiding you backward through your flat until he leaned you slowly back onto your mattress.
“Excellent diversionary tactics, Commander,” you said as he kissed down your throat and sternum, deftly unbuttoning your top as he progressed.
“Mm,” he murmured, unzipping your trousers and sliding them down your hips. “That’s Marshal Commander.”
Your laugh turned into a gasp as he tugged your underwear out of the way and his tongue caressed your skin.
“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” he whispered, gazing up your body as he stroked his fingers over you softly. He trailed kisses down your pelvis and swirled his tongue over your sex. “I could never taste you enough.”
Oh, gods, but he tried. He devoured you with all the skill and passion of a man deprived too long. He took his time, luxuriating in your smooth skin, your warmth, your scent, your taste, your quiet moans, your desperate whimpers, your frantic squirming beneath his lovely mouth.
Ever the strategist, he used every tool at his disposal in his relentless pursuit of your pleasure: fingers, tongue, lips—even his teeth: grazing them gently across your tender flesh, then smoothing his tongue over you in soft, comforting strokes. He drew you closer and closer to your climax, refusing to hurry, even when your whimpers and moans gave way to pleading and sobbing as heat pulsed relentlessly through your veins, so close: so close, and yet just out of reach.
And then—he stopped.
You nearly screamed in frustration. “Damn it, Cody!”
“Manners,” he chided.
You growled. “I am going to get revenge for this.”
“I have no doubt,” he replied, kissing you softly and then brushing his thumb over his swollen lips. “Now ask nicely.”
You gritted your teeth and took a deep breath. “Please, sir, will you let me come?”
He gave you a devilish smile and lowered his head back down to your body, devouring you with renewed enthusiasm, and within seconds, he brought you to the precipice.
“Please, please, please,” you chanted.
He groaned, a deep, gravelly sound that vibrated on your skin, and with a dexterous movement of his fingers, he pushed you over the edge. You let out a hoarse cry, for once not concerned about keeping your volume down, as your hips thrust up off the mattress. He pressed you back down as he kept going, eagerly taking everything you had to give, until you were twitching and writhing helplessly beneath him.
At last, when he’d wrung every last drop of pleasure from your body, you fell back, breathing hard as you slowly relaxed against the pillows. He looked up at you with a self-satisfied grin, and you narrowed your eyes vindictively. Wrapping your legs around him, you flipped both of you over so he was lying on his back beneath you, gazing up at you with blatant adoration.
“My turn,” you murmured.
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Congratulations on all of the followers, Morgan 🥳
I'm popping in for a very simple event request. Fem!Reader x Fives with Prompt #6: A hug from behind. Something soft and sweet. I'm a sucker for physical affection 🥰
Please and thank you 💚💚💚
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Thank you so much, @the-bad-batch-baroness , my friend!! 💜
Oooh, I haven't written for Fives yet! This should be fun!! 😊
"Wherever You Are"
6. A hug from behind
Pairing: Fives x fem reader
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Being a waitress at 79's was definitely one of the best jobs you'd ever had. A good majority of the Clones who frequented the establishment were very friendly and regaled you with plenty of thrilling war stories.
However, the biggest reason why working at 79's was the best job you'd had was because that was where you'd met Fives, your boyfriend and the sweetest, most loving man in existence.
He'd started off trying to flirt with you, just like how a lot of other Clones would, and you thought nothing of it, playfully going along with it, even though you did find him extremely handsome. Then one night, he sincerely told you he thought you were beautiful, kind and fun and he wanted to take you on a proper date since he'd be on Coruscant for a little while. That surprised you in a good way and you'd accepted...and boy, were you glad you did! He was nothing but gentlemanly and charming through your whole first date: opening doors for you, complimenting you and showing interest in you and your life. Which was so much more than any other man you'd gone on dates with.
Since that day, he spent as much time as he could with you when he was back on the planet. Even if you were working, he would just chill at 79's until your shift was over and then you two would go back to your apartment just to have time alone. Sometimes if his squad mates came with him, then you would hang out with them at the bar once you were off the clock and enjoyed a few drinks with him and his brothers. They were a good group of men whose company you enjoyed. They treated you kindly and with respect, seeing how much you meant to Fives. You couldn't be happier.
Fives had been gone on a mission for a while and you found yourself missing him more than usual. It had been a rough few days; you had crashed your speederbike because the other driver wasn't watching, so you had to take a good chunk out of your savings to pay for repairs. Then you'd had to kick out some drunk guys because they were getting too handsy with you and you got called some pretty nasty names. If Fives had been there, he would've beat those guys to a pulp for ever daring to lay a hand on you or for speaking to you in such a way. He would've defended your honor, even if you felt you could handle things yourself. You just wished he was there to talk to, to hold you while you just had a good cry over all the frustrations you were feeling...but you knew that he had more important things to worry about as a soldier. He had a duty to the Republic that he needed to fulfill first before his duty to you. That's what you had to keep reminding yourself.
Finally, your shift ended and the bar cleared out of patrons. It was just you and the music playing over the speakers, so you started cleaning the tables. A few minutes later, you heard the doors swish open behind you.
"We're closed," you stated without looking, continuing to wipe the table in front of you.
There was no response for a second and then all of a sudden, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist as someone hugged you from behind.
You then felt the familiar scratch of a goatee on your skin as the person nuzzled into your neck and said in a low voice you knew well, "Looks like we've got the place all to ourselves, then."
With a gasp, you flipped around in his arms and looked into the handsome, loving eyes of your Fives.
"Fives!" you cried, jumping up and throwing your arms around his neck.
His embrace tightened around, rocking you back and forth. "Oh, I've missed you so much, babe," he said to you.
"I've missed you, too," you replied. "I'm so glad you're back. It's been an awful last few days and I've wished so badly that you were here."
Fives tilted your head up and gave you a sweet kiss on your forehead. "Well, I can't have you feeling down anymore now that I'm here," he said. "Come on, let's go home. We can cuddle on the couch, I'll make you a nice cup of tea and you can tell me everything that's happened."
You tilted your head curiously. "Home? You mean my apartment?"
He snickered. "Babe, my home is wherever you are." Then he cupped your cheek and brought you to him, kissing you in a way that made all your worries and frustrations just fade away.
"You really mean that?" you asked him with a smile.
"Of course, I do. I love you," he confessed to you, touching his forehead to yours.
You'd had a feeling for a while now that he loved you, but the occasion to finally say so just hadn't come up yet, especially with him being gone on missions so much. It made your heart soar to finally hear those words from him at last.
"I love you, too, Fives," you said back, feeling a massive weight lift from you. "Now...let's go home."
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Five-Oh-Thirst (501st x Fem!Reader) Part One
Summary: One little comment sends the night spiraling into hilarious, shameless territory as the boys show you their best lap dances.
A.N. IDK, man, I just really want the 501st boys to be exotic dancers and I figured I'd share that! Please don't take this seriously, it's just for fun and debauchery <3
Also, I highly recommend listening to the songs I link as you read! Enhances the ~experience~
Word Count: 3,174
Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), drinking, the boys being way too hot and thirsty for you, lap dances, and general debauchery
It all started with a little holo ad flickering in the corner of the drink menu.
You were with your boys, enjoying some shore leave celebrations at 79s, as was the tradition when returning to Coruscant, but one little comment sent the night spiraling into hilarious, shameless territory.
"Ooo, what's the chances that we'll still be on shore leave next week?" you had asked the table, and when Jesse asked why you waved the ad at him with a grin, "Because they're having a Thunder Star act here next week."
"A what?" Echo squinted at the picture, then let his eyes go wide at the shot of a topless, ab-bearing twi'lek.
"Thunder Star, they're a popular company of exotic male dancers. Looks like 79s’ trying something new."
" 'Exotic male dancers'?" Hardcase smirked, "You mean strippers."
You shrugged, "I prefer to give the profession a little more dignity than that, but, yes."
Fives' glass thudded against the table as he set it down, then snatched the menu out of your hand, "Whoever owns this place is throwing away their money," he leaned back with a smug grin, "I mean, who'd need to hire male dancers when aaaallll this is right here already?" he crooned, running his hands up and down his chest.
That earned a round of laughter.
"What?" he demanded, "It's true! We'd make better entertainment than these clowns."
Jesse was still laughing as he said, "Maybe we should ask the bartender to hire us instead."
"We'd need a group name for that," Kix chimed in, smiling into his drink, "and I don't think the General would approve of a stripper group calling themselves the Five-Oh-First."
"Oh! Oh!" you waved your hand excitedly, "You could call yourselves the Five-Oh-Thirst!"
An even louder roar of laughter at that, Jesse and Hardcase even thudding their fists on the table.
"Perfect!" Hardcase elbowed a chuckling Echo in the side, "Echo, quick, write that down!"
"Although..." you hummed, tapping your chin. It was always so easy to tease the boys, and you took every chance you could. "You guys need a lot more than a clever name to compete with Thunder Star."
"Oh yeah?" Fives leaned in over the table to give you his attention, "Like what?"
You pointed the fruit garnish of your drink at him for emphasis, "Talent." After popping the fruit into your mouth, realizing the rest of them were grinning and leaning in as well, you went on. "Dancing like that takes skill, boys. You can't just shake your ass a little and call it a day."
"That sounds like a challenge, sweetheart," Fives all but purred.
The fruit caught in your throat, "Wh-what?" you coughed.
His smile was wide as he scooted out of the booth, "I'll give you a show you won't forget," he answered with a wink.
The others began whistling and catcalling as he sauntered over to your end of the crescent-shaped booth. Your face was instantly hot at the way he was locking eyes with you, especially when he motioned for you to turn to the end of the seat.
"Come on, mesh'la" he urged, "I need a lap if I'm gonna give you a lap dance."
Beside you, Hardcase was egging Fives on and you heard Jesse say something about music as he grabbed Echo's datapad that had been sitting on the table. Finally, you were over the shock of what was happening and, maybe it was the alcohol buzzing through your body, but some flirtatious confidence rose up in your chest.
You turned to Fives fully, and patted your lap, "Alright, do your worst."
With that, the datapad speakers started blaring music which made Fives clap his hands, "Perfect! Oh, sweetheart, you're in for a treat."
He started the dance by trailing his hands down his chest again, slow this time, keeping his eyes locked on yours. Then he was on you. He framed your knees with his, hovering over your thighs as he started rolling his hips side to side.
Those hands moved over said hips, until they rested on his thighs, drawing your attention just where he wanted. That's when he bent his knees, placing his ass on your lap just as he started moving his hips back and forth.
His smug grin was wide as he mouthed the lyrics of the song, now tucking those hands behind his head and bouncing his chest to the beat of the music. The motion made you jolt despite yourself, and you had to resist the urge to grind up into his tempting ass.
Fives obviously noticed the way you gulped at the sight of him, because his tongue darted out to lick his lips. It was all you could do to suppress a gasp, especially when he shifted his stance, moving back to slot his leg between yours.
With his eyes on yours, he leaned in close, breath hot on your ear as he said, “Damn, mesh’la,” then, again in time with the lyrics, “the things I would do to you.”
You did gasp that time, and he nipped your ear as his reward, before spreading your legs with his. The others were whistling and cheering as he put his hand on your thighs and sank to his knees. Again he made a show of licking his lips as he raked his eyes over you, admiring, and not hiding any of his dirty thoughts. And of course, as he got back to his feet, he flashed you another wink.
Then, with grace you weren’t expecting from an ARC trooper, he hopped onto the booth seat, planting his feet on either side of you so you had the perfect view of his codpiece as he gyrated his hips to the beat.
The others went crazy at that, shouting and banging their glasses all while Fives thrust dangerously close to your flushed face. His fingers came down to stroke your hair and, for just a moment, you thought he would pull you against him, but he only teased the vulgar act as he ground his crotch closer and closer to you.
Fives didn’t stay there long, though, instead, he hopped back down to the ground, grabbed your hand, and hoisted you up.
A delighted squeal left you as he lifted you into those strong arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. He spun you around, this time actually singing the song all while bouncing you up and down with the rolling motions of his hips.
At the table, the boys sang along too, treating ‘Ride it, my pony!’ like a battle cry as Fives enjoyed the feeling of you against him. You were breathless from your hysterical giggles while he danced, and trying to ignore how much heat was traveling south with every thrust against your body.
Fives swayed you back towards the booth and, with your legs still clamped around his hips, he laid you on the table, somehow avoiding everyone’s drinks as the song finished its last repetitive set of lyrics.
Everyone was clapping and cheering as you covered your hot face with your hands, lungs pleading for air since you were still breathless from laughter. Fives was laughing too, just basking in the playful air as he put his hands on either side of your head to brace himself.
“So, convinced, mesh’la?” he chuckled.
When all you did was continue to hide behind your hands, someone reached out and tugged lightly on your wrist, “Oh come on, sweetheart, don’t be shy now!”
Somehow, you managed to take a few gasping breaths into your chest and peek out at him between your fingers, “Okay, maybe you could make it as a professional.”
Fives and several others roared with laughter, “Maybe? After all that, I just get a maybe? You’re breaking my heart, cyare!”
“Well obviously,” said another voice, Kix, as he stepped up and put his hand on his brother’s shoulder to pull him away. Something was gleaming in his eyes as he looked between you two. “You didn’t listen, Fives, she already said you have to do more than shake your ass and grind.”
Intrigued, Fives stepped back, letting your legs fall from him as Kix stepped in front of you instead. He winked, eyes never leaving yours when he reached out and took your hand.
“You have to seduce the woman you’re giving attention to, brother,” he purred.
A chorus of “Oooooos” rose from the booth as Kix pulled you gently up from the table, still eyeing you as he took a few steps back. He must have set his plan into motion before he challenged Fives, because there was now a lone chair pulled up.
That’s when Kix pulled you closer, lips actually daring to hover near yours as he whispered, “Take a seat, gorgeous.”
Well, any air you had managed to pull in before was swiftly gone again. You were glad he was asking you to sit since you suddenly felt very weak in the knees. Kix stood before you, eyes half-lidded as he looked down, gaze sweeping over your lips before he gave a quick nod to Jesse.
Again, Kix must have had a whole plan, because Jesse pressed play on a new song, and you knew you were in for something very different.
Kix didn’t jump in head first, instead, he started slow. His eyes ran up and down your body as he moved a thumb over his lips, teasing, thinking. Then, when your own gaze started to wander down his body, he took that same hand and tapped your chin.
“Eyes on mine, mesh’la.”
And when you obeyed, finally, he touched you. Starting by brushing his knuckles across your cheek as the sensual song played on. Then a finger trailed down your neck, giving just the briefest of attention to your chest before venturing down your arm.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, reverently, as he took your hand again. This time, he placed it just above his belt, laying your palm flat against his toned, hard stomach. “It’s okay, you can touch me all you want, cyare.”
With that and his gentle hold on your wrist, he moved your hand up, letting you feel every bit of his muscular chest under his blacks. All while keeping his bedroom eyes on yours. He didn’t stop at his chest, though, and kept guiding your touch to run across his throat, until he finally cupped your hand over his cheek.
Only then did he break eye contact, just so his eyelids could flutter closed as he leaned into your touch. Your chest was so warm at such a simple act, the look on Kix’s face one of pure adoration, as if your hand on his skin was all he needed.
Then his lips kissed your palm and he finally released your hand as the song’s beat picked up. That’s when he got on his knees before you. Kix places his hands on your thighs, letting out an admiring hum as he gave them a gentle, almost possessive squeeze. He was determined to spread them open too, but, like everything else, he took his time instead of coming in hot.
His hands crept upwards and as they did, very, very subtly, he pushed your legs apart. When his fingers were just on the precipice of your core, his eyes snapped back to yours.
That’s when he pounced. Kix hooked his arms under your knees as he stood, leaving you to slide down the chair into a very vulnerable and exposed position, your ass pressing into his pelvis. He smiled down at you while shrugging your legs onto his shoulders for more comfort, all knowing and smug just like his brother.
Kix stayed with the music, though, and when he took advantage of the suggestive position, it wasn’t Fives’ fast, enthusiastic trusting. The medic rolled his whole body into the motion, slow, deliberate, and letting his action sink into you as his hips met yours. His thrusts were deep and he only pulled back for another one when the beat allowed for it.
Somewhere, probably in another life where Kix wasn’t gazing at you like a goddess, someone said, “Why does this feel even dirtier than Fives’ dance-?”
“Shhh!”
The man holding you didn’t seem to notice or care about the commentary, he only had eyes for you, even as he gave one finally suggestive push of his hips, before letting your legs touch the ground again. Then he slid his arms around you and lifted you back into a proper seated position on the chair.
Of course, he just used this position to his advantage too and caged you by gripping the back of the chair with his hands. That’s when he settled on your lap, silently urging you to keep your eyes on him again and get lost in the feeling of his body on yours. He moved in steady, circling motions, always making sure you felt the brief touch of something hard at the height of every rotation.
Then the song hit its ending pitch and Kix used his grip on the chair to pull himself forward, pressing his chest flush against yours. He lingered there, breath fanning your skin and his lips hovered tantalizingly over yours. Said lips whispered the song’s iconic line just before he closed that small distance and-
And kissed your cheek instead of your mouth.
Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t have stopped the whine that left you. It earned you a chuckle from him and his lips brushed your ear as he whispered, “So, what do you say, cyare? Are you seduced?”
All you could manage was a small nod and, though it was very unlikely that heard what Kix asked, Fives let out an annoyed, “Seriously?”
To please them both you let out a shaky praise, “Both of you could definitely give the professionals a run for their money.”
Everyone seemed pleased at that. Kix finally leaned back, getting up from your lap and offering to help you up like a gentleman.
Or at least, he would have, if Jesse hadn’t jumped up then.
“Oh no, baby, you stay right there. Fives and Kix can’t have all the fun. I think it’s only fair that all of us get to show off our potential.”
Hardcase, Tup, and Echo all cheered at that, and when Jesse started climbing out of the booth, they drummed their hands on the table like the music for a grand entrance. Kix gave you one final wink before making room for Jesse, who only wasted time in doubling back to the table for a moment.
“Hold on, need props for this one!” and he plucked the cherry garnish from Echo’s drink. Echo gave an indignant look as Jesse turned to you again and jabbed a finger at Hardcase, “Hit it!”
Again a beat poured out of the speakers and Jesse wasted no time. His hips instantly started jolting to the music as he put the skewer of fruit between his teeth. When Jesse moved his body it was hard and fast, constantly in motion just as the song demanded. He definitely had some moves and used the bouncing thrusts to push himself closer to where you were seated.
Like most of his brothers, he had forgone the top half of his armor that night, leaving his chest covered in nothing but his blacks. Keeping just an arm’s length away from you, Jesse started rubbing his hands down his sides, until he got to the hem of his shirt. Then, he pulled the fabric out from his belt and lifted it, revealing his well-toned muscles to your wide eyes.
Your greedy eyes pleased him and pulled the garnish from his teeth, “Like what you see, baby?”
He didn’t stop there, of course. Making sure it caught your eye, he trailed the cherry down his chest until it met bare skin. Juice from the fruit collected in the dips of Jesse’s abs as he rubbed it across his stomach. It was your turn to lick your lips, which pleased him even more.
“Come here, mesh’la, I’ll let you have a taste-”
“What the hells is going on up here?!”
The unfamiliar voice had all of you snapping out of whatever debaucherous bubble you had built around yourselves. Somehow, in the midst of all this, no one really seemed to care that you were all still in a corner booth on 79’s second floor.
Well, the manager cared, and he was standing there looking over the scene (you, disheveled in a chair, and Jesse rubbing fruit over his abs) with absolute disgust on his face.
“What? We’re having fun, what’s it to you?” Jesse snapped, clearly annoyed that his shot with you was being interrupted.
“Fun!?” the manager mocked in horror, “Son, this is a bar, not a strip club! Not to mention the racket all of you were making,” he cast a glare at the booth, “out! All of you, get out!”
Hardcase jumped from his seat, “Hold on a damn minute!”
“OUT!” the manager seethed, “And just be thankful I’m just throwing you out tonight and not banning all of Torrent Company!”
Knowing that they would listen if you stepped in, you got up from your seat and took Jesse’s hand, “Come on, boys, we don’t want to be any trouble, right?”
Jesse and Hardcase were still narrowing their eyes at the other man, but, catching your look, they softened. When Tup, Fives, and Echo started gathering their things from the table at your pleading eyes, they finally mumbled their agreements.
Thankfully, the manager didn’t feel the need to continue his berating comments as everyone filed out the door. But, of course, because these were your boys we’re talking about, the moment they were outside, the loud cursing and complaining started.
“This is bantha shit!”
“Buzzkill!”
“No fun!”
“Had the perfect song for my dance!”
You laughed at their array of comments, especially when Hardcase flung his arms around you and clung to you as everyone started walking. “Come on, boys, it’s not that bad! Listen, I say we get some booze from the corner store up the way, and we can make as much of a racket as we want back at my place.”
The words didn’t strike you as anything suggestive. The boys had drunk at your apartment plenty of times before, but, given the context, it was no surprise that some of them exchanged looks.
“I’m in,” Echo said, the corner of his lips lifting as he caught Fives’ eye.
Tup, who was walking backwards in front of you, flashed that toothy smile of his, “Sounds like a perfect night to me.” That’s when he reached up and pulled his hair loose from his top knot. “And back at your place, gives the rest of us a chance to really show you our moves.” He winked at his curls came cascading down.
Hardcase tightened his grip on you, “Oh, kriff yeah!”
Well, looks like the night was just getting started.
I want to give my sincere apologies to all the Jesse Girls, plz don't strangle me for cock blocking you lol
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Hey there! May I just say that I love your celebration ideas? I love this jukebox concept so much!
I'd love to request one. I remember loving the fic you wrote for my request during your previous event, and I love linking music to writing. My current favorite song is ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine, and I'd love to request it with Crosshair (surprise!). The song gives me very romantic but also melancholic vibes, and to me it means loving a place/situation/person so much that you just want the moment to last forever.
But of course, you may work your magic for this. I love your writing, and I'll be happy with whatever you choose to write 🩵 thank you so much in advance!
Thank you so much love. It means a lot that you like my crazy ideas. Love oo.
Now, your request had me stumped for a few minutes, and then the idea just flowed. I hope you like my interpretation of this song, because you're right, it has very melancholic vibes.
Love oo.
Ceilings
Warnings: Injury, AU of S2E16, tears, dream, kissing, implied coitus, promises, declarations of feelings, sacrifice, saving others, angst. I think that's it. If I missed anything please let me know.
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Your eyes blinked as you saw the raindrops falling down on top of you. You don’t remember exactly what happened, but you see the railcars moving. They’re safe. You smile to yourself as your body screams in pain, you want to move, to get up but everything is telling you that wouldn’t be a good idea.
For some reason your eyelids feel heavy, you want to close them, to fall asleep for just a little while, but in the back of your mind you know that’s not a good idea.
You know you need to stay away, but … something doesn’t seem right. Your mind must be playing tricks on you because you see Crosshair kneeling down beside you, smiling.
Gods, how you missed that smile. You close your eyes fighting back tears, as you feel his hand on your cheek.
“Hey mesh’la”
“Crosshair?”
“Who else?”
“Wha … what are you doing here?”
“What do you mean? It’s date night.”
You blinked as you were no longer lying on the floor of the valley on Eriadu, you were now in your living room. You looked down at your dress, it was the one Crosshair loved on you, the yellow one with white flowers on the bottom half of your skirt. You slowly sat up, shaking your head.
“I just had the craziest dream.”
“Really?” He smiled leaning in closer, “Anything you wanna recreate?” He smirked as he wiggled his eyebrows.
You giggled, shaking your head slightly as you rolled your eyes at him, “Not that kind of dream, anyways what took you so long?”
“Sorry, Hunter was being impossible, but I’m here now” he leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours, claiming your mouth the way he always used to. Used to, no that’s not right. Does. The way he always does.
You pulled back, shaking your head.
“You okay, mesh’la?”
“Yeah, just … Crosshair where are we?”
He looked around and smirked, “If I’m not mistaken mesh’la, your apartment on Coruscant,” he answered, his eyebrow arching amused with his own answer. You simply shook your head, fighting the amused look on your face.
As you looked into his eyes, you reached your hand up and caressed his cheek. You missed touching his cheek like this, trying to comfort him as much as you could … missed? He was right here, why would you be missing touching his cheek.
“Well shall we?” You tilted your head smiling.
“By all means,” he took your hand in his, guiding you out of the apartment, towards 79’s.
The night progressed, with a lot of dancing, a lot of touching, and a lot of drinking.
You remembered how he started to kiss you in the taxi, how it continued as you got on the lift to your apartment, you remembered how quickly you both got undressed. How you held him so tight afraid it would’ve been the last time.
The next morning you watched as he got dressed, and sat beside you on the bed, “I had fun last night, mesh’la.”
“So did I, Cross.” You smiled as you held his hand, “How long are you going to be away this time?”
“Not sure, they brought us back to help with some mission to find a spy or something; doesn’t matter one mission is the same as the next. I’ll be back.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“You promise?”
“Nothing could keep me away from you.”
You smirked as you looked into his eyes, “Liar.”
“Nope.” He held up his right hand, “I swear, if I’m not back it’s because I’m dead. Then you’ll have to deal with my brothers on your own.”
You let out a laugh, shaking your head, “Your brothers aren’t that bad.”
He let out a huff, “Yes, they are, but you’re too kind-hearted to know the difference. Anyway that’s always been the deal, if anything happens to me, Hunter will look after you. Alright? But nothing’s going to happen, so you’re stuck with me.”
You pulled him in one last time, kissing him with all the passion and love you felt for him, “I love you, Crosshair.”
“I love you, mesh’la. I gotta go. I’ll comm you when I can.”
With that he was gone.
A pain entered your head, as memories after that moment flashed through your mind, Hunter appearing at your door, telling you they had to run. Meeting Omega. Fighting for Crosshair all that time.
Your feet felt cold, as though the rain had filled your boots. You blinked and you were back on Eriadu, still on the floor of the valley. The rain was still coming down … was that rain? You touched your cheeks slowly, painfully, no… that was rain. It was tears.
You glanced around hoping you’d see Crosshair one more time, but it wasn’t real… he wasn’t there. You breathed out one last time, unable to recall if that was really the last time you kissed Crosshair.
Despite how hard you tried, your eyes closed as your world went dark.
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10 79 99 w juyo
im just doing all the members <3 take ur time
(this was supposed to be out for his bday but life happened 🥴 belated hbd to our juyo still!)
Behave...
Member + Prompts: Lee Juyeon (TBZ) + 10. “Wanna see how you look when you come undone under me.”, 79. “Behave.”, & 99 .“Try not to be so noisy, yeah?”
Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), brat taming, bratty reader x brother’s best friend!au, hard dom, dubcon, fingering, overstimulating, squirting, Juyeon’s a lil perv (if you squint), dacryphilia (ish?)
Extra content warning: ⚠️ this fic contains a cnc kink (aka dubcon) but please know that consent is key ALWAYS. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise!
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Juyeon had seen you almost every single day since you were kids. Not only was he your neighbor, but he also happened to be one of your brother’s closest friends.
Growing up, you were seen as the annoying little sister who would always try to play with your brother and his friends. And for some reason, you insisted on staying beside Juyeon every single time. Always trying to link arms with him, show him the things you would create, etc.
To you, no one else mattered in the room except for Juyeon. There was just something about him that always had you sticking to him like a magnet (…or maybe because you had a fat crush on him).
But for Juyeon? It was annoying as hell. The more you kept on clinging onto him, his patience was wearing thin.
That’s how this whole rift between the two of you started when you accidentally overheard Juyeon ranting to Kevin that you were getting on his nerves and that he just wished you could back off. It broke your tiny little heart into pieces.
Since then, you distanced yourself and became more hostile towards him, trying to find ways to push him away so you wouldn’t get hurt again.
Juyeon didn’t pick up this new attitude of yours at first but when you started becoming more snarky and rolling your eyes at him, it pissed him off even more than you being clingy.
And that’s what you did through the years growing up together: nothing but pure pettiness and bickering, more than your actual brother!
However, neither of you expected that some of these fights ended up becoming more flirtatious and suggestive as you both went through your teenage years.
Naturally, it gave you some confused feelings about him (especially when puberty did him so good…) and Juyeon was well aware that some of his words came off too flirty or suggestive (and yes, some were on purpose). How could he resist? Especially when your puberty hit you like a damn freight train.
One day you were this annoying little clingy girl then next thing you know you’re walking around the house wearing those skimpy little shorts that hugged the globes of your ass so perfectly. and what a sight it was indeed (especially when you would bend to pick something up from the floor.)
But what really riled him up the most was when you would act like a brat towards him… oh how he wished to put you in your place someday and teach you a lesson.
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It was 10:17 PM and you were heading out to meet some friends at this newly open bar to just drink and have fun, making sure to wear the cutest top and matching skirt along with some of your favorite accessories.
As you were walking into the kitchen to grab a drink of water before heading out, your body accidentally collides with another figure. “Really? isn’t that skirt a little too short on you?”
Oh… It's Juyeon…
“What does it matter to you?” you snap back.
“You could at least cover up or something.” he retorted.
“Who are you, my dad? Why don't you just shut up and mind your business you prude.” You look in his eyes before you walk past him, slightly bumping into his shoulder on purpose.
“Fucking brat…” he muttered to himself, trying to ignore the slight twitch in his crotch area because admittedly, the outfit you wore was incredibly hot to say the least.
“Okay! Going! I'll text you, bye!” You shout to your brother in the living room as he and his other friends were playing a video game. “Kay, bye!” He shouts, still looking at the screen.
“Are you just gonna allow her to go out dressing like that?” Juyeon asks your brother, but he shrugs and ignores him, failing to notice the overprotective tone in Juyeon’s voice.
Hours pass and Juyeon does nothing but nervously shake his leg and glance at the clock every five minutes. Why does he feel so anxious and nervous all of a sudden?
It’s not like this is the first time you’ve gone out dressing up like that. And it’s not the first time you’ve been out too late either. So what made tonight different from the rest?
His internal thoughts were cut off when he heard your brother’s phone ring with you asking to be picked up from the bar. But before your brother even gets up from the couch, Juyeon immediately cuts him off.
“I can pick her up if you want. I don't mind.” he eagerly says.
“Oh really you sure? Thanks man! You know where to find the keys.”
Nodding his head, Juyeon pushes himself off the armchair and heads straight to the car to go you.
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“What the fuck is he doing here?” you mutter to yourself as you see your brother’s car pull up at front of the bar but Juyeon in the driver’s seat instead.
“Get in.” Juyeon utters. You open the the car door and slide into the passenger seat.
“Why are YOU picking me up?” you snarl at him.
“Just doing your brother a favor.”
“What, so you can continue pissing me off? Don’t you have anything better to do than be obsessed with me?”
“You better watch that fucking attitude…” Juyeon’s hand on the wheel tightening the more you keep on fighting back, the whites of knuckles instantly popping out.
“Why don't you make me-” Before you can even finish your sentence, Juyeon’s large strong hand grips your exposed inner thigh.
You gasp at the sudden contact, and when you turn your head towards him he’s already looking straight at you with his piercing eyes and jaw clenched.
“Behave.” he sternly says.
That’s all it took for you to shut up the whole time driving back home. Juyeon’s hand was still grasping your inner thigh very hard during the drive. You’re pretty sure it’s gonna leave some light bruises the next day.
You bit your lower lip so hard trying not to to react with the feeling of Juyeon’s hand dangerously close to your core, your arousal practically blooming through your thin panties.
By the time you get home, you slam the car door and make your way inside. This doesn’t sit well with Juyeon of course so he follows behind you, nagging about how you should fix your attitude.
The sounds of you fighting from the front door of the house travel all the way to the kitchen. Your brother and his other friends treat it like background noise at this point.
“I don't know why you always have to make things so difficult!” Juyeon argued.
“Stop nagging me like you have a say in what I do!” you snap back.
Furious with your attitude, Juyeon grabs both your wrists and pins them on top of the kitchen counter, your back pressed against his chest while his entire body cages you beneath him.
“Such a fucking brat.” He whispers in your ear, the vibrations of his voice making your core slightly throb. You feel his bulge dig in-between your ass and his hot breath fanning the sensitive spot between your neck and ear.
The words are caught up in your throat, struggling to utter even a one-worded response to him. You almost let a loud whimper come out of your mouth instead when you feel Juyeon’s hand snake under your skirt, aggressively pulling your panties to the side and sliding two digits in-between your soaking folds.
“I’m gonna put you in your place, show you what happens if you keep being a brat in front of me” he whispered.
Juyeon instantly forces his two fingers inside your weeping hole, fucking them in and out of you without any warning whatsoever. You mewl at the rough sensation it brings you. “F-ffuck- Juyeon wait-”
But he doesn't listen. Instead, he increases the pace of his fingers to the point you hear the wetness of your own arousal squelching. But when he starts curling his long fingers inside you, hitting that gummy spot you could never reach with your own fingers, you let out a desperate moan.
Juyeon quickly covers your mouth with his other hand, making you remember that your brother and his friends were just in the other room.
“Shhhh. Try not to be so noisy, yeah?” Juyeon smirks. Hearing your muffled moans against his hand made his cock strain in his jeans, digging into your ass even more.
Juyeon continues to curl and pump his fingers into you at an ungodly pace, you mind slowly entering into subspace from how good it actually feels.
You suddenly see a flash of white before your eyes as you cry from the pleasure of your high unexpectedly hitting you harder than it has ever did before.
But Juyeon doesn't stop there. He continues to pump his fingers in and out of you like his life depended on it, his free hand snaking under your skirt to vigorously rub your overly sensitive bud.
“Ju-juyeon s-stoooppp-” You hazily say, now covering your mouth with your own hand.
“Nope, wanna see how you look when you come undone under me.”
Tears start falling down your cheeks as you get overwhelmed with the sensations, the pleasure now turning slightly into pain. You quietly scream into your hand as you feel your abdomen explode, feeling your juices squirting out of you, running down your legs and onto the kitchen floor.
The moment Juyeon saw the mess happening below, he did nothing but smile from ear to ear and let out a satisfied hum. Before he leaves, his hands travel back to your waist and leans in forward to whisper in your ear once again,
“The next time you decide to become a brat, I’m not gonna be nice about it…”
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Dancing Your Way Through The 501st
501st x Jedi!Fem!Reader
Summary: You’re not sure who you want to go home with tonight, so you challenge your favorite 501st boys to woo you on the dancefloor.
Pairing: 501st x Jedl!Fem!Reader
Characters: Rex, Echo, Fives, Jesse, Hardcase, Kix, Tup, Dogma
Tags & Warnings: 18+, suggestive themes, implied sexual content, alcohol, flirting, teasing, kissing, biting, dirty dancing
Word Count: 3.2k
Author's Note: Just for fun and because I was feeling frisky. You get to choose who the reader goes home with 😉 This is probably the spiciest thing you’ll ever see from me. As always, please enjoy 💚
Beta Read: Once again, by the lovely @commander-sunshine to check if I actually had any spice in this thing or if it was just flour. Thanks babe.
@clonexreaderbingo Square: "What are you doing here?"
Song used in fic:
It’s Friday night and you're back home on Coruscant for the first time in several rotations. You bustle about in your apartment as you get ready for a fun night out. You slip on your favorite dress, the knee-length navy-blue one that has the silver sequins cascading down the side, and pop on matching heels. The dress is form fitting, but loose enough that you can still move well. You do a quick check of your make-up and hair in the mirror, make some fine-tune adjustments, and give yourself a little spritz of your favorite perfume, a mix of velvety rose and strawberry.
Being a general in the war is a very taxing lifestyle, but so is being a soldier. Every time you and the men are on leave, you pop into 79s, pick up one of the 501st boys, and show them a good time back at your place. It never turns into anything serious, but it’s a fun way to blow off some steam and enjoy life away from the battlefield. You find the flippant exchange to be mutually beneficial and exhilarating. The men enjoy it as much as you do, so you don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.
As you stroll towards the entrance of 79s, you wonder who is going to be there tonight and who you’re ultimately going to bring home. The uncertainty and anticipation both excites you and makes you a little nervous, but the unpredictability is thrilling and you giggle to yourself as you open the door to the bar. The music is loud, the clones are louder, and the drinks look endless. You scan the bar and notice your favorite captain sitting by himself. You walk over to him, your heels clacking on the hard floor, and glide your hand across his back to announce your presence.
“What are you doing here?” Rex asks as you take a seat on the bar stool next to his. “I thought you’d want to take the night off.”
You order a Coruscant Cooler from the bartender and flash Rex a flirty smirk. “I’m always in the mood for a good time.”
Rex chuckles and takes a sip of his Fofo. “So, who’re you taking home with you tonight?”
You purse your lips in thought, and swirl your drink in your hand. “Not sure yet.” You swing around on the barstool and look out into the crowded bar. The choices tonight are tough. The 501st always has the best men to choose from, and with so many of them here tonight, you’re having a hard time picking the one you’ll be taking home.
“Need some help deciding?” Rex asks, his voice a deep rumble while sliding you another drink.
You giggle at Rex’s subtle advance. “Why captain, is that an invitation?”
“Maybe,” Rex gives you a small smirk.
You chuckle and grab your drink before getting off your bar stool. “That would be unfair to the rest of the boys.” You sway over to the DJ and give him a small request before returning to Rex.
Rex raises an eyebrow as you down the rest of your drink and order another. “We’re going to play a little game,” you explain as you hear the beat drop for the song you gave the DJ. You step closer to Rex and slowly turn him around to face out into the crowd. You trail your fingers up the side of his arm and give him an alluring smile. “You and your men have one song to try and convince me to go home with you tonight.”
J-Lo, ya tú sabes, no hay más na'
It's a new generation
Mr. Worldwide
Of party people
Get on the floor, dale, get on the floor
Red one
Let me introduce you to my party people in the club, huh
“Well, then,” Rex stammers and blushes at your advances. He turns back to the bar, downs the rest of his drink, and then turns back to you. “We should get started.” Rex slides off his bar stool and stretches out his hand as an invitation. You smirk and take his hand as he leads you to the dance floor.
I'm loose
And everybody knows I get off the chain
Baby it's the truth, it's the truth
I'm like Inception
I play with your brain
So don't sleep or snooze
Rex may be a man of few words and he can come across as awkward, but he becomes a different man when the beat drops. His movements are gentle, but bold, taking his time to make sure you are having a good time. He’s not too grabby, but his hovering hands drape so softly over your waist and hips. The feather-like softness makes you shiver and long for a deeper, more intense touch. You swing your body forward to try and close the distance, but he never lets you get too close. His incessant teasing makes you want him even more.
I don't play no games so don't, don't, don't
Don't get it confused no
'Cause you will lose yeah
Now, no pu-pu-pu-pu-pump it up
And back it up like a Tonka truck
Dale
Rex knows he’s being a tease, but it’s all part of his plan to get you to go home with him tonight. He can’t give you everything you want or else why would you go home with him? He stares into your sparkling eyes, forcing you to blush, and look away in embarrassment. You just might be falling for him, but the night is still young and you have plenty of more men waiting to woo you before you make your final decision. Although, those eyes of his are hard to ignore and you find yourself leaning further and further into his teasing, hoping he’ll give you something more.
If you go hard you gotta get on the floor
If you're a party freak then step on the floor
If you're an animal then tear up the floor
Break a sweat on the floor
Yeah we work on the floor
As you enjoy your dance with Rex, you feel a rough hand tug at your arm and pull you back against a well-defined chest. It’s Jesse. The force and boldness as he steals you away from Rex makes your heart flutter into your throat. He growls at the captain from behind you to let him know it’s his turn and to back off. The vibration of his deep voice alone is enough to make you bring him home with you right now. He smirks at your flushed face and gives your ear a little nip to tease you with. His breath makes your hair stand on end and your insides hot and bothered.
Don't stop, keep it movin'
Put your drinks up
Pick your body up and drop it on the floor
Let the rhythm change your world on the floor
You know we're running shit tonight on the floor
Brazil, Morocco, London to Ibiza
Straight to LA, New York, Vegas to Africa
Jesse is an aggressive dancer, but not in a ragefully or disrespectful way. He knows what he wants and he’s going to show you what he wants. His assertiveness makes your heart pound as he places his hands firmly on your hips as he grinds on you. The heat and friction between the two of you is unparalleled and leaves you wanting something more. You enjoy his roughness, but just as you start getting riled up, he hands you off to someone else. Your disappointment is audible as you separate, but he gives your butt a light smack to remember him by.
Dance the night away
Live your life and stay young on the floor
Dance the night away
Grab somebody, drink a little more
Without seeing who your new dance partner is, you feel two large hands covering your eyes and a hot body swaying in time with yours from behind, softly brushing your backside in a teasing manner. The intrigue delights you and your breath quickens in anticipation of who it is. But deep down, you know there’s only one man who will do something so playful, yet so gentle. These hands must belong to Echo. He removes his hands from your eyes and turns you around to face him, revealing that your hunch is correct. He gives you a smile that leaves you breathless.
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Tonight we gon' be it on the floor
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Tonight we gon' be it on the floor
Although Echo is a walking rule book in the field, that changes when you get him on the dance floor. There are no rules on the dance floor. There are no rules when you are in his arms. There are no rules when he wants something. He is nothing but respectful and enjoys giving you the reins to do what you want. He’s game for anything and follows your lead, adding in his own spicy ideas here and there that make your head spin. And the way he stays in tune with your body is divine. As if he’s reading your mind and knows which way you’re going to move next.
I know you got it
Clap your hands on the floor
And keep on rockin'
Rock it up on the floor
Your dance with Echo has you entranced so deeply, you could stay like that with him all night and never leave. Alas, and to your displeasure, he ends your dance, leaving you with a small kiss on the temple. He gives you a little push towards your next dance partner and winks at you. You blush and stumble slightly towards the next man, Tup. To be honest, he looks a little scared. It’s very possible that Tup has never danced with a woman before. You feel for the young clone and decide to give him the time of his life and give him a dance he soon won’t forget.
If you're a criminal, kill it on the floor
Steal it quick on the floor, on the floor
Don't stop, keep it movin'
Put your drinks up
You grab Tup’s hand and pull him further onto the dancefloor. He’s unsure of where to put his hands, so you guide them to rest on your hips. The look on his face as he touches you makes you smile. He could melt in ecstasy standing just like this. You give him a playful nibble on his neck to entice him and you feel the heat begin to radiate from his body. He thinks he’s losing his mind as stars fill his vision. He’s still unsure of himself, but he knows he wants to take you home tonight. Something about the way you feel, so soft and warm, it makes him shudder.
It's getting ill
It's getting sick on the floor
We never quit, we never rest on the floor
If I ain't wrong we'd probably die on the floor
Brazil, Morocco, London to Ibiza
Straight to LA, New York, Vegas to Africa
You continue to show Tup all of the best moves to seduce a woman and he’s learning quickly. You finally get into a good rhythm, when you’re ripped away from Tup’s arms and pulled back into another set of arms. The disappointment on Tup’s face makes you sad, but you know it’s time for a new partner. The gruff hands that tore you away from Tup belong to none other than Kix. He twirls you around and gives you a sultry smirk. The fire and passion in his eyes make your insides quake and quiver expectantly. You already know this dance is going to be hot.
Dance the night away
Live your life and stay young on the floor
Dance the night away
Grab somebody, drink a little more
The way you describe Kix’s style is somewhere between Rex and Jesse. It’s both aggressive, yet sensual, almost worshiping your body as you move under his touch. His hands glide up and down your body, caressing every curve and nuance along the way. He enjoys feeling you tremble under his expert fingers and knows exactly where to touch you and how much pressure to apply. For extra measure, he gives your neck a possessive bite and squeezes your butt to make you squeal. He smirks and whispers something in your ear that makes you gasp.
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Tonight we gon' be it on the floor
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Tonight we gon' be it on the floor
Kix has you fully under his control and you never want him to stop touching you. The way he grips you, his dirty mouth speaking in your ear, it has you under a spell. Just as you’re getting heated, he lets you out of his tight grasp and releases you to the next man in line. He does a quick check to make sure his bite mark is still visible on your neck and lets you go. Still in a daze from your short dance with Kix, you accidentally bump into your next partner, Hardcase. To be honest, at this point, you could use a drink, but the song is almost over so you keep going.
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Tonight we gon' be it on the floor
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Tonight we gon' be it on the floor
You brace yourself for this dance. Hardcase is a wild man even when he isn’t on the dance floor, but when you let him let loose, all bets are off. All he wants to do is have fun, and if you’re not having fun, he’s not having fun. He doesn’t care if you take him home tonight or not, because he believes in living in the moment, which right now, means dancing with you for as long as he can get. He twirls you around until you’re dizzy and giggling. You forgot how much fun dancing can be and are loving every second of Hardcase swinging you around the dancefloor.
That badonka donk
Is like a trunk full of bass on an old school Chevy
Seven tray donkey donk
All I need is some vodka, some chonky konk
And watch and she gon' get Donkey Kong
Baby if you're ready for things to get heavy
Hardcase also has a mellow side to him that not a lot of people get to see. When he’s had his fun, he wants to be frisky as much as the next guy. He swings your hands up to his shoulders and grabs your waist, swaying back and forth to the beat of the music with exaggerated movements. Just because he lives in the moment, doesn’t mean he wants to be left out of the running. On the contrary, he’s competitive and wants to win. He gives you another fast twirl as your dress splays out and you spin right into Dogma’s arms as he catches you from falling.
I get on the floor and act a fool if you let me dale
Don't believe me just bet me
My name ain't Keith but I see why you sweat me
L.A., Miami, New York
Say no more get on the floor
You wonder if Dogma will be similar to Tup, since they’re batchmates and inexperienced. He does hesitate for a moment, but you can see something in his eyes that Tup didn’t have. Perhaps it’s lust or he’s craving your touch. Either way, he grabs you and pulls you into his arms and begins dancing. You're a little shocked at his boldness and the way he handles you. You’re not sure where he learned these moves from, but you’re not complaining. His movements aren’t methodical, but the unpredictability of what will happen next is enough for you to want more.
Dance the night away
Live your life and stay young on the floor
Dance the night away
Grab somebody, drink a little more
Your dance with Dogma is fun, flirtatious, and playful, bringing you back to your teenage years of wanton abandon and insatiable appetite. As you enjoy yourself and sway your body to the beat of the music, two strong hands pick you up off the floor and sling you across a broad shoulder. You blush and quickly place your hands over your dress to keep the whole bar from seeing your panties. The steady hands place you back down on the floor and your flustered face is greeted by Fives’ mischievous smirk. You try to compose yourself, but he doesn’t give you a chance.
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Tonight we gon' be it on the floor
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Tonight we gon' be it on the floor
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Tonight we gon' be it on the floor
Fives grabs your waist and pulls you close to his body, your hot centers brushing against each other as he teases you. Fives, a mix of Echo’s playfulness, Jesse’s aggressiveness, and Kix’s sensuality, has no filter when it comes to dancing. He will take what he wants and make you feel every bit of his desire until you're begging for more. He runs his hands across your hips and your backside, making your body shudder. He turns you around and kisses the back of your neck as he sways with you and firmly presses himself against your butt, making you gasp.
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Tonight we gon' be it on the floor
Tonight we gon' be it on the floor
Tonight we gon' be it on the floor
You continue your fervent dance with Fives until the music comes to an end. When the beat finally stops, he gives your shoulder a small nibble and lets you go. You wobble forward and attempt to make your way back to the bar. You’re not sure what just happened, but it was the best five minutes of your life. You sit down on the stool you started at and Rex is still sitting on the one next to yours. You order the same drink you had earlier and chug it with reckless abandon. If it’s one thing, the 501st boys definitely made you thirsty.
“So,” Rex begins as he swivels his stool around to look at his men standing around the bar in anticipation. “Which one of us gets to go home with you tonight?”
Still reeling from all of the fabulous and hot dances, you look up from your drink at all the men pining for you and wonder how you’re going to be able to choose just one.
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Invisible String
Tech x fem!reader
Word count: 3.7k
Summary: the three times you almost met him and the one time you did.
Warnings: slow burn to the extreme. Like nothing happens yet. This is just establishing their stories. Alcohol mentions. A few mentions of fights.
A/N: hi! So this was an idea I had for a series to explore multiple tropes. It’ll be a slow burn relationship where each chapter is dedicated to a new troupe/situation! I’m not sure how often I’ll be updating this as I’ll work on it between other projects.
The open shift was probably the easiest shift to work at 79s. Costumers - who, more often than not, were mostly clone troopers - were a lot easier to handle when they weren’t drunk off their faces. Usually you would be finished and gone by the time they start getting rowdy.
The open shift was usually your normal shift as well. You’d work until 11 or 12, go home and sleep before getting up and going to your GAR medic training course at 8am which would finish at 4pm, leaving you an hour before you started work.
Tonight however, your routine was altered when you received a comm from your coworker, asking you to cover their shift as they had fallen ill. The shift had been going well so you had agreed to stay on. You were starting to regret that decision as a clone, the fifth one of the night, tried to hit on you.
“Y’sssoo pretty” he slurred. You grab a glass and fill it with some water, placing it in front of him.
“Drink this and return to your squad solider” you order him gently.
“Y’no fun” he pouts but he takes the drink and stumbles back over to his brothers. A new clone replaces his spot, asking for a beer. Just as you hand it over to him a commotion rises from behind him.
“I’ve got it” you say to your coworker with a sigh. Grabbing the medkit from under the counter you move towards the noise.
You approach a fight between and clone trooper and… another clone? You aren’t sure if he is a clone. He looks like one, but his armour is black rather than the GAR standard white, and he’s huge, towering over all the other clones. Despite his size, he seems to be losing the fight, however that isn’t stopping him from getting some hard punches in.
“Alright break it up” you yell over the shouts. Their punches slow down but they don’t stop until the surrounding clones get between them and forcefully separate them.
“Freak” the regular clone spits before stalking out of the bar. The large one glowers and moves to follow but you’re quick to stop him. They could seriously hurt each other and you don’t want that in your conscience. Placing your free hand on his chest you stop him from moving towards the door.
“That’s enough solider” you scold him, bring his attention fully to you. He relaxes when he sees you, the tension leaving his body.
“He started it” he whines and you can smell the alcohol on his breath.
“I don’t care who started it. Now come over here so I can patch you up” you say. He grumbles under his breath but follows you to a quiet corner. You sit him down and place the medkit on the table and grab the bacta wipes out. You’re already running out. You’ll need to place an order for more. You also grab a cloth, pressing it to his bloody nose and telling him to hold it there as you run the bacta wipes over the small cut on his chin and the bruise that’s already beginning to form on his cheek.
“What’s your name?” You question him as you work.
“Wrecker” he grunts.
“You a clone?” You’re fairly certain he is, but you ask anyway to be sure.
“Yeah. Regs don’t like me much ‘cause I’m different.” You don’t offer a response for a moment as you remove the cloth over his nose. The blood flow has stopped so you wipe away the rest of the blood from his face before moving away from him, packing up the medkit.
“What squad you with?” He frowns at you when you ask this.
“You goin’ to report me or somethin’?”
“No, just making sure the other guy didn’t do too much damage.”
“Oh. Squad 99 then.”
“They here tonight?”
“Uh huh” he affirms.
“Good,” you snap the medkit shut. “Take me to them.”
You follow the tall man through the crowded bar to a booth with three men sitting in it, their armour black and red like his. As you get closer to them you can see more details of the men. Two of them are tall and lanky, one of them wearing large yellow goggles. The third is shorter with half his face covered by a tattoo, a red bandanna on his head. They sit up straighter when they see you approaching.
“ You squad 99?” You question the table. The man with the long hair and red bandanna answers.
“Yes. Is there a problem” he answers, eyeing the medkit in your hand. You don’t answer his question.
“And this is Wrecker?” You ask, pointing and the large clone next to you. The man at the table nods. “I suggest you have someone take him home for the night. He’s had enough to drink and has been in a fight with another clone.” The man at the table just sighs tiredly.
“Alright Wrecker, come on” he says, standing from the table.
“Wrecker, next time if you’re going to fight, don’t come here” you say before you turn around, moving back towards the bar and the rest of your shift.
•~•~•
“That’s the last of them” you announce, stacking the last dinner tray onto the trolley.
“Thank you ma’am. You didn’t need to help” the cadet says.
“It’s no stress. Kitchen duty sucks, so I’m happy to try and make it easier for you” you say kindly to the boy, ruffling his hair. “Now get a move on. You don’t want to get in trouble for being late.” The boy smiles and pushes the trolley out of the medbay.
“Maker what I would’ve done to have you around when I was a cadet” the trooper laying in the bed closest to you says.
“Hmm but then you wouldn’t have my excellent care now” you say.
“That’s very true” he smiles.
“Now you rest for a bit. I’ll be over in an hour to check your stitches again” you say. He nods and you start making your way back to the front of the large room to your desk.
It wasn’t quite the role you were wanting when you when trained and applied to be a medic. You were more hoping to be on the front lines with the soldiers. For whatever reason, the GAR seemed to think you were better suited here, stationed on Kamino watching over the men in recovery and tending to minor injuries from training. Despite it being a bit slow you did enjoy it. In the end helping the men get better was all that mattered to you.
You picked up your datapad as you sat down at your desk, opening up some files. You usually let the clones rest for a bit after dinner before you start prodding and checking on them again, so you use this time to open and prepare their files for your next round. You’re halfway through your organising when your comm chimes.
“We had a fight break out in the mess. Sending four troopers your way.”
“Copy that” you respond, placing the datapad on the desk and moving to grab the little trolley that was used to store some of your equipment. You wheeled it over to chairs by your desk, where you normally healed minor injuries.
Four men walked in, grumpy expressions on their faces. Whatever had happened in the mess hall, they weren’t happy about it.
“Alright boys have a seat. Any of you seriously injured? Or is it mostly just bruises?” You questioned.
“We’re fine” one of them says gruffly. With your back turned to gather some bacta, you didn’t know who had spoken.
“Alright well I still have to give you a look over. Gloves off please” you tell them. You turn to the first man. The one wearing googles. You gently grab his chin, looking over his face for any sign of injury. You couldn’t see any so you stepped back, turning to his hands. You picked up his left hand, running a bacta wipe over the reddened skin before doing the same on his right. “You won’t bruise. You’ll be fine.”
You next turn to the one with silver hair. Once again you gently grasp his chin to look over his face. You place a bacta patch over a small cut on his eyebrow and clean his knuckles, moving on to the next solider. You move the red bandanna he wears off his forehead and you press a cool pack to the bruise beginning to form around his eye. Finally, you turn to the last man, frowning when you realise he’s vaguely familiar. You study his face and see no sign of injury. It’s as you’re cleaning his slightly bloodied knuckles that you remember him.
“I remember you! I had to pull you out of a fight at 79s a few years ago” you exclaim.
“That sounds about right” the silver haired man says with an eye roll. The man in front of you tries to look sheepish. You finish cleaning his hands and throw out the used bacta wipes before grabbing your datapad from your desk.
“Well at this rate I’d think you like getting in fights” you say jokingly.
“I do! They’re fun!” He says happily, and you realise, completely seriously.
“Well maybe save the fighting for the droids and not for your brothers in the future” you scold lightly. He pouts but nods his understanding.
“Alright I need your designation numbers for the database and then you’re good to go.” They list off their numbers and you create a file for each of them, adding the injuries they had, if any, before you clear them and send them back to their barracks, reminding them not to detour or start anymore fights as they go.
•~•~•
“Are you doing inventory today?” A little voice asks from behind you. Turning, you find Omega standing in the doorway. You gesture her in with a smile.
“I’m about to. Gotta take this down for sterilisation first. Wanna join me for the walk?” You ask the girl who nods enthusiastically. You place the box of tools into a bag and started down the halls, leading the way.
“How long are spending with me today?” You ask. Nala Se often tasked Omega to help you for a few hours a week so that Nala Se could do her own tasks while knowing that Omega was staying out of trouble - or so Nala Se says. Omega was such a polite, friendly girl that you couldn’t see her getting into too much trouble. She seems a bit cheeky but not enough to cause a lot of strife around the facility.
“Nala Se has only given me an hour” Omega pouts.
“That’s alright. We’ll just make this the best hour possible” you say brightly, although you’re not sure how you can make taking inventory fun, especially for a little girl. Omega seems satisfied though as she beams widely up at you.
You hand off the bag of equipment to the droid waiting and turn back towards your nursing room, Omega chattering away about the newest project Nala Se has her working on.
“Are you needing a bit of a break today? Or do you want to be in charge of the datapad?” You ask Omega when you get back to your office. You’re aware that Nala Se has a habit of overworking Omega sometimes, so you always give her the option to either help you or sit and just keep you company.
“Can I just keep you company today?” Omega asks.
“Of course! I’ll even give you the roller chair” you say with a grin, wheeling the chair over to her. Omega smiles and sits, giving it a spin as she does. You push the chair and the girl over to the storage cupboard. You set up the datapad and begin taking down the first numbers as Omega gets comfortable.
“I made some new friends this week” Omega eventually says. You look over at her with a smile.
“That’s amazing! Nala Se finally let you spend some time with the cadets?” You ask. It was good that Nala Se was finally letting Omega spend some time with kids her own age. Omega shakes her head though and you frown.
“They aren’t cadets. They’re troopers!” Omega exclaims.
“Omega I’m not sure it’s such a good idea for you to be spending extended time with the troopers…” you say carefully. While most of them were good, some also probably weren’t very good company for a child. You also don’t want to think about how poor Omega would feel if they never came back from their deployment.
“These five are very nice! They aren’t part of a battalion” Omega begins chattering away about her new friends.
“Omega, sweetie, they might not be apart of a battalion yet but one day they will be. They won’t be here for much longer and-“ you begin but she cuts you off.
“No they are their own little squad. They’re a special unit!”
You weren’t quite sure how to get your point across without scaring or hurting the young girl.
“I just think you would have more in common with cadets that are your age” you try. Omega huffs.
“But I do have stuff in common with them! They’re different. Like me.”
“Different?” You question before you can stop yourself.
“Yeah! They were created with enhancements as an experiment! Hunter has really good senses and Tech is really smart and Crosshair has really good eyesight. Then there’s Wrecker who is super strong! Then Echo joined. He’s not enhanced like them but they rescued him and he’s half robot!” She says excitedly.
“But you’re not different” you point out.
“Yes I am. I’m not trained in combat like the other cadets. Plus I’m a girl” she says bluntly. You wanted to argue with her about that, but you weren’t quite sure what to say. Besides you promised her a fun hour, so you instead prompted her to tell you about her new friends.
“Well Hunter is the sergeant. He seems stern but I just know he’s caring …”
•~•~•
It had been two weeks since you had been sent home. You were told that as a clone medic, you just weren’t needed anymore as the Empire was trying to phase clones out. It didn’t matter that you are fully trained to heal anyone, clone or not. You were told to pack your things and go.
“…Phase them out like they’re a kriffing fashion trend, not living people that sacrificed everything for the Republic and now the Empire” you scoff. You’re currently lying on your childhood bed, your head hanging upside down over the end of it. Your sister lays on the floor in the middle of the room.
“Hmm you’ve said that. About twenty times in the past two weeks” she says.
You sit up quickly and glare down at her.
“Because it’s true and it’s cruel and needs to be said” you snap. She sits up with a sigh.
“I know. I’m not disagreeing with you. But I’m tired of hearing you complain about it.” You narrow your eyes at her but stay silent, eventually falling back down onto the bed with a huff.
Your eyes boring into the ceiling, you wish you could do something to help the men you had worked with. In your small town on your little home world, you had no power to help. You had heard the quiet whispers about the nature of the new Empire and you knew that you couldn’t fight them on your own, but no one else seems to care about the clones or what happens to them now that there isn’t a war for them to fight.
“Ah so here’s where you’re hiding. I need your help getting the last few crates to your father” your mum says in her usual loud fashion, causing you and your sister to wince and the sudden change in atmosphere.
“We aren’t hiding ma” you sister says as the two of you get up and follow your mother to the shop downstairs. Your parents ran a small bakery that has started to rise in popularity the past few months. So, they were given a small stall to sell their pastries for the three day long festival celebrating the birth of the new princess.
“You take the starberry danishes” your mum says, depositing a crate into your sisters arms. “And you can take the donuts.” You huff as you strain to adjust to the weight. Adjusting the crate to sit more comfortably in your arms, you blindly follow your mum to the speeder she had hired for the festival. You slide the crate into the back of the speeder and close the door. Your mum passes you the keys.
“You can help your father at the stall. We’re going to stay back a do some food prepping for tomorrow before we join you.”
“Sure ma.” You take the keys and drive the short distance to the festival. You unload the crates with your dad’s help and set up the display, costumers starting to trickle through as the afternoon light starts to give way to the starry night sky. It’s tedious and it makes you wish to be back in your medbay on Kamino.
You’re handing your current costumer their change when a few shouts of alarm catch your attention. Looking up, you watch as two men sprint through the crowd, closely followed by an armoured woman. The shouts from the crowd grow louder and more fearful as blaster shots are fired between the three people.
“Get low!” You shout to the customer, hoping they hear you over the crowd. Instead, they turn and make a run for it.
You watch as the three people rush closer and closer to your stall. The woman catches up to the two men and grabs the taller one by the back of his shirt. She yanks him back and sends him collapsing onto the table you stand behind. The table quickly gives out and falls, knocking you down in the process, trapping your legs underneath the table and the man now laying on top of it. The woman plants her foot on the man’s chest and aims her blaster at his face.
You shift your legs, trying to get free, but you’re unsuccessful with all the weight on top of them.
“All I want is the girl” the woman speaks, her voice distorted by the mask covering her face. The second man joins the fray, aiming his own blaster at the woman. It takes you a moment with his face half in shadow, but as you look at him you realise he’s a clone.
“Let him go” his gruff voice says. He sounds a little different from the other clones.
“I’d be careful if I were you,” the woman responds to him. “If I aim just right I think I could get both your brother and this girl.” You can feel your heart racing but you remind yourself to remain calm.
“Let her go. She hasn’t done anything.”
“Where’s the girl?” The woman hisses. The man with the blaster doesn’t get a chance to respond because the one laying on top of you grabs the woman’s leg and pulls it out from under her, sending her tumbling on top of the two of you. You huff with the extra weight on your legs but it’s gone quickly as the taller man shoves her off and the other one goes to restrain her.
The man rolls off of you and is quick to free your legs.
“Are you alright? You are not likely to be injured but there are high chances that you will be in some sort of shock in response to this situation” the man says as he helps you up. You finally get a good look at him. He is clearly a clone, just like the other man, but his hair is slightly receding and he is wearing large yellow goggles.
“I’m fine. I’m used to stressful situations. I’m a medic. Was- was a medic” you say once you’re standing again. He nods.
“Tech. We gotta go” the other man says. You now realise his face wasn’t in shadows before, rather he has a large tattoo that covers half his face.
The goggled man - Tech - nods and helps his brother with the woman, walking away towards the approaching authorities. You stare down at the broken table and the mess of pastries that are smushed and dirty on the ground.
“What happened? Are you alright?” Your dad rushes over, dropping the crate of pastries he had just grabbed from the speeder.
“We got caught in a bounty hunters crossfire” you explain. Your dad starts grumbling but you ignore him, turning instead to begin cleaning up what’s left of your stall.
About an hour later you’re sweeping up the crumbs left by the dropped pastries, your father had returned home to see if he could find a new table. Most people had been giving you a wide berth. So it surprised you when someone approached. Looking up you saw the goggled clone from earlier.
“You said you were a medic?” He asked. Straight to the point.
“A clone medic on Kamino in fact. You can see why I’m out of a job” you grumble.
“We could use a medic. If you are interested, that is” he says, adjusting his goggles. “It usually falls to me, but there was an incident where I was injured and therefore could not care for the rest of the squad. A designated medic would greatly improve our system.”
“But I don’t know you. And you don’t know me” you point out.
“That is usually the case when starting a job anywhere.”
You don’t say anything.
“Very well. My name is Tech. You already know I’m a clone as you used to treat my brothers. My squad includes me and four others. You already met our sergeant earlier.”
It wasn’t exactly like you to do things on a whim. Usually a lot of planning went on before you made any decision. But you truely missed being a medic.
“Do you work for the empire?” You asked quietly. It was a big risk but neither he or his brother were wearing the white clone armour now or earlier.
“We do not” he answered after a moment’s hesitation. You grin up at him.
“Then sign me up.”
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Karaoke night at 79s with the 501st
Rex: He refuses to sing, full stop. Several shots of tihaar and he’s still obstinate. All forms of bribery, offers of credits and manual labor, don’t budge him. Fives tries to pull him by the arm and ends up flat on the floor. Only after a pretty Twi’lek joins in does he relent; not because he wants to impress, but he can’t refuse a polite, curious woman. He favors something mid tempo, a steady beat that he can change his pace with. He starts soft and ends big on a note just above his range. He knows it’s not his best, but he thinks if he hams it up now, his men won’t force him to sing again.
Jesse: He needs two draughts of beer before he’s ready. He goes with something peppy and familiar, a current hit that everyone knows and can sing along to. His tenor is serviceable, but he’s not satisfied with it, thinks he needs more practice and instruction. He hopes getting others to sing with him will cover up his faults, but he ends up making the room more rowdy. They prod him to keep singing, and he obliges, but his voice is hoarse by the end of the third song. He sits at a table and hums along the rest of the night.
Hardcase: He’s the first to the mic stand, unprompted and fully sober. He picks a rock song, something he can more yell than sing. He’s tone deaf and knows it, but like Jesse, he enjoys working the crowd. At least his dancing - or rather, flailing - is entertaining. He’s up at the mic several times throughout the night, his voice rapidly turning rough, before his brothers have to take turns restraining him. Surprisingly, only beer keeps him seated at the bar for the rest of the night. He loudly cheers on whoever’s singing.
Tup: He accidentally mixes his drinks working up the courage to sing, switching between beer and brandy and something stronger than both. He’s teetering on the edge between drunk and hungover, but his brothers don’t notice. He knows he won’t last before his stomach betrays him, so he plows through a short, uptempo song before heading to the fresher. Kix follows behind and orders him water for the rest of the night.
Dogma: He wants to sing, to have fun like his friends, and thinks some liquid courage will help. Unlike Tup, he sticks to the same cocktail, but ends up drinking too much and gets too sick to sing. Kix sits him next to Tup at a booth far from the stage, with a pitcher of water and a plate of food between them.
Kix: He’s up at the mic early, sometime soon after Hardcase. He knows he needs to be available to those who are using the bar to self-soothe. He holds a glass of something brown on the rocks while crooning something smooth and jazzy. He’s a baritone and sings well, not a surprise to those who’ve been under his care and become unwitting audience to his absentminded humming. He sings in place of every other brother too drunk to make it to the mic stand.
Fives: He shares a drink with the men before going to the mic. He tries to coax Echo into a duet, but the other Domino won’t budge. He picks a ballad, something he can use to show off his range. He thinks he sings well, and he stays on key for the most part, but Rex and Kix wince when his voice cracks during the bridge; he likes to push himself. He serenades the women closest to the stage, taking their hands at turns, much to the ire of their dates. He takes a big bow to big applause at the end. He’ll likely finish the night with the last song, the rest of his brothers too tired or far gone to continue after midnight.
Echo: He blushes at the sight of the stage. Fives elbows him throughout the night, thinking he won’t sing, but during a rare silent moment, as Kix adds another brother to the designated booth, he goes up unbidden. He picks a song that starts slow and ends uptempo. Fives’s jaw is on the floor while Rex and Kix share a knowing wink: the captain and the medic had been working to ease Echo out of his shell and found music to be the key. True to his name, he sounds like a pro, almost like the original singer of the song.
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"If you want it, you're gonna have to come and get it from me." for rex? please 💙💙💙
Ok, let’s gooo! I was panicking trying to figure out if Rex or Reader should say the line, so I just went with what came as I was writing... I always see Rex as awkward at first, but we all know he's got some passion underneath that can be coaxed out with the right situation. ;) Hope it's a fun read! <3
Rex x GN!Reader
Word Count: 2.2k
Content Warnings: PG-13 drinking, threats, kissing...?
Also, this picture was in my head the whole time. ;)
It had been weeks. The 501st had been on Coruscant while their Venator was undergoing major repairs after an obnoxious ambush by the Separatists. There were only so many drills and armor inspections that could be done, so the clones found themselves at 79s more frequently than they were used to. It was a good opportunity to blow off some steam, to enjoy a change of pace from the constant horrors of war, and they were in generally good spirits. You’d been frequenting the place as well, finding it a welcome distraction from your recent break-up and mundane, dead-end job.
The boys in blue were always a good time, and you enjoyed the occasional chat with a few of them, but there was always one who tended to keep to himself, chatting with his fellow captains and other squad members in various corners of the bar. You’d made eye contact a few times, finding yourself oddly drawn to him, but he’d been quick to avert his gaze with a sheepish look. It seemed a stark contrast to what you’d heard about him as a fearless yet humble soldier, a courageous leader, and a proficient warrior. Needless to say, you were tired of the blatant approaches from the bar patrons with less finesse, and the idea of not being fawned over was an appealing one. Perhaps you could even have a legitimate conversation.
You’d made some efforts to place yourself near him, but the way he’d shift uncomfortably on his feet made you wonder if your presence was unwelcome. Finally, after unabashedly using Fives as a cover for a few nights in a row, he called you out.
“Just go talk to him,” he said suddenly, elbowing you in the side a little harder than he intended.
“What!” you gasped, partly in pain and partly surprised at his directness.
“You’re not as subtle as you think you are. I don’t know how you’re so impervious to my charm, but it’s obvious you’ve been stealing glances at him while you’re talking to me. So just go talk to him.” His response was laced with a grin and a glint in his eyes, and a blush blossomed across your cheeks.
“I don’t know what--”
“Alright, come on,” Fives interrupted, taking you by the elbow and heading toward Rex. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and it took all your concentration to avoid tripping over your own feet as you were steered toward the captain, who was talking with another clone and immediately stiffened as he saw you approach.
“Hey Captain,” Fives said casually, pulling up in front of them, “We were just talking about that backward strategy you pulled on Saleucami, and this pretty little thing wanted to hear more about your battle tactics.”
You groaned inwardly, resisting the urge to slap your palm into your forehead, but the awkward noise that came from Rex immediately diffused the tension with hilarity.
“Ehhrmmeheh…” he said, eyes darting from Fives to you. His companion chuckled, slapping him on the back and saying his goodbyes as he left with Fives, leaving the two of you staring at each other.
“So uh… Battle tactics… That’s… hard…” you offered, clasping your hands together in front of you and trying not to fidget.
“It’s… Well, we’re trained… And the generals, and admirals, and… you know. It’s not just me,” Rex offered, running a hand over his closely-shaved blonde hair. His helmet was on the counter nearby, and you noticed the interesting markings across the top, making a mental note to ask about them later. You took a deep breath, blowing it out slowly to steady your nerves, and leaned against the counter, feeling yourself relax a little.
“Okay, so what would you do in this scenario…” You quizzed, and the two of you launched into the nerdiest discussion of war strategy you could have imagined. The minutes ticked by, and you started to feel much more comfortable. Rex was clearly engaged, enjoying the intellectual challenge and particularly appreciating the familiarity of the content. Drinks were refilled, you began coming up with increasingly ridiculous situations, both of you loosening up and laughing a bit more, and finally the conversation turned toward other things. He shared about the early days of the war, you talked about your aspirations for a career that seemed to be just out of your reach, and the discussion was occasionally punctuated by the arrival of someone else who wanted to have a quick talk with Rex. He would engage for a bit, sending you the occasional side glance and grin that made your heart skip a beat, then would turn back to you.
Things were going fantastically, but you were suddenly interrupted by a very unwelcome presence -- a regrettable one-night-stand from a while ago who had never quite gotten the hint that you didn’t want to talk to him again. He sidled up next to you, a little too close for comfort, sloshing his drink a bit as he leaned into your side with a foul-breathed greeting.
“Well helloooooo! Fancy meeting you here!” he slurred, eyes roving over you with thinly veiled interest. You crinkled your nose, leaning away from him a bit, and Rex noticed your discomfort.
“Hi there,” he said, a sudden air of authority in his voice that gave you goosebumps. “We were just heading out, but nice to see you, and hope you have a good night!” He rose to his feet from the stool he’d been resting on, offering his arm to you as he used the other one to tuck his helmet against his hip. You stood as well, taking his arm and muttering a farewell to the inebriated mistake of your past, who started rambling something incoherent after you as the two of you strolled out the front door.
The cool night air hit your face, refreshing and invigorating after the cloying warmth of 79s as you walked down the street and around the corner. You realized with a start that Rex was looking at you, a little half-smile on his face that made you suddenly want to kiss him. What were you supposed to do now? It had been a diversion to leave the bar, but you now found yourself with no plan of where to go. You opened your mouth for some feeble attempt at a joke, but were suddenly interrupted by a loud voice behind you.
“Hey! I wazzn done with you! I’sstill talkin n you left!”
You whirled around, matched in speed by Rex who had turned to face the threatening sound immediately. The obnoxious little hemorrhoid was staggering after you, still holding the glass from the bar, waving it angrily at the two of you. His face was bright red, mouth spluttering with words, and you wondered how you ever made such a bad decision like that. Your self-flagellation was halted by the gentle push of Rex’s helmet into your arms, as he stepped slightly in front of you to face the approaching complainer.
“Easy there, brother. Why don’t you take your glass back and have a good night?” Rex said, striking a balance of firmness and affability. You marveled at his ability to be direct without the bravado that so many insecure men would immediately put on when challenged in any way.
“YOU take thglass back!” the parasite spluttered, making a sudden lunge at the two of you. In one smooth motion, Rex moved the two of you sideways, out of the way of the ill-aimed charge, and you let out a little yelp of surprise as you backed up against the wall beside you, clutching the helmet in your arms. In a flash, Rex was in front of you, holding a hand up toward the angry little fuss, who was revving up for another go. He came at the Captain and was easily dodged, running past in a clumsy bundle of flailing limbs, crashing into some passersby who squawked in surprise and disapproval.
“Time to go home,” Rex commanded, still squaring up in case the fool decided to have another go. And indeed he did, lowering his head and taking a swing at the clone, who effortlessly dodged it and quickly swept his legs out from under him. He fell backward with a disproportionately satisfying thwack, head knocking into the mirror of a speeder on the way down, sending the glass mug flying from his hand, and passed out cold. You cringed, pressing the back of your head into the wall in embarrassment, adrenaline coursing through your veins. Rex turned back to you, expression unreadable, and you began to offer your apologies.
“I’m so sorry,” you started, but he waved them away, and you were overcome with the sudden realization of just how damn sexy he was. The combination of hours of conversation, his intelligence and humility, and the fearless protectiveness were intoxicating, and the rush of all that had just happened hit you like the brick wall you were backed up against.
“Eh, I guess it’s the struggle of having such devoted followers,” Rex said dismissively, a playful smile on his face.
“More like clingy regrets from a moment of bad judgment,” you admitted, turning his helmet in your hands.
“I’ll take that if you’d like,” he said, extending a hand warmly and nodding toward the helmet.
Whether it was the thrill of the series of events, the culmination of the emotional roller coaster you’d been on in life, or just the sheer magnetism of the blonde beauty in front of you, a sudden courage found its way into your heart. You hoped it would be received well, but it just felt so… right. You took a step forward, shifting the helmet around behind your back, holding it in both arms between your spine and the wall, and lifted your chin toward Rex with a cheeky grin.
“If you want it, you’re gonna have to come and get it from me.”
You didn’t know where it came from, but the spark between the two of you was undeniable, and you held your breath as Rex raised an eyebrow in surprise. Your heart skipped a beat when he pursed his lips, assessing you with a gaze that made your knees weak. He had seemed so awkward at the bar, so unsure of himself, but now he was none of those things. His presence exuded confidence, and he moved slowly toward you. The smoldering intensity in his eyes melted you to the core, and you inhaled sharply as he brought his face within inches of yours. You could feel his breath on your cheek as he leaned toward your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
“Well look at you all of a sudden,” he purred, reaching an arm around your side. You temporarily forgot about the helmet as he moved his lips from your ear to your mouth, not touching, just barely hovering in the most tantalizing way. His eyelids were low as he took in a slow breath, raising his eyes to yours and brushing the tip of your nose with his own on the way. Your lips parted slightly, holding your breath, every nerve in your body on fire as you found yourself yearning to close the distance between the two of you but also finding yourself frozen in place, unable to move.
The tension was suddenly broken as you felt the helmet slip out from behind you, and you fell back into the wall with a surprised gasp. Rex stood up straight, holding the helmet up triumphantly with an eyebrow waggle. The flood of emotions was indescribable -- shock, humor, indignation, disappointment, delight…
“That’s not fair!” you breathed, feeling slightly embarrassed at being toyed with, and you took a hopeless swipe at the helmet, which he easily pulled out of reach with a smile.
“You’re right…” he answered, surprising you as he pressed forward against you, snugly trapping you between his plastoid armor and the wall. You brought a hand to his chest plate, the other resting on his hip, looking up at him in thoroughly flustered admiration. You didn’t even know what to do with yourself at this point, but he lifted his free hand to your chin, tipping it upward ever so gently, and hesitated to scan your eyes for consent. You closed them, leaning forward slightly, and he dropped his helmet to the ground, snaking his other arm around your waist, pressing the most deliciously tender kiss to your mouth. Electricity coursed from your head to your toes, and you melted against him, drowning in his scent and taste and touch. A quiet, contented “hmm” rumbled in his chest, and you lifted a hand to the back of his neck, tilting your head and deepening the kiss blissfully.
It felt like hours and seconds simultaneously when you finally parted, sucking in the cool air in disbelief and amazement. He leaned his forehead gently against yours, leaving his eyes closed for a moment, a small smile on his lips, and you reveled in the contrast of his sharp features and the softness of his touch. What a change from the flustered, awkward start of your interaction… A million thoughts and questions flew through your mind, but you let them all drift away to instead savor the moment.
“Thank you?” you whispered, earning a tiny chuckle from him.
“My pleasure,” Rex answered, “Should we go discuss some more battle strategy?”
You laughed out loud now, giving his cheek a fond caress, "Fantastic idea."
LOOK!! Fanart!! 😭😍🥹👏🏻👏🏻 SO HAWTT!!
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Hello! Spreading more asks around for the first kiss prompt!
I'd love to see the prompt - "don't you dare tell anyone about this." "wasn't planning on it." With Crosshair, but the second part being said by the reader possibly with a wink? If that's too specific just the prompt going either way. (The inner Crosshair simp must be fed!)
Love and Wrecker Hugs! ❤️🖤
ahhh!! this was the perfect prompt for Cross and I had a lot of fun writing it! thank you bb!! I fully intended to wait to answer all of these all at once but I'm too excited so, I present:
First Kiss - Crosshair
Summary: Exactly what it says on the tin, folks. Prompt in bold.
Warnings: some angst (because it's Crosshair), a little bit of a toxic relationship but it's fine, mention of my OC Captain Flare, medic!reader, gn!reader, fluff, confessions
Word Count: 1.4k woops
TBB divider by the wonderful @wizardofrozz, other divider by @dystopicjumpsuit
You’ve worked with Clone Force 99 now for nearly a full year, and while you could technically be reassigned at any moment, both Cody and your supervisor, a bitter old bat, assured you that the Republic had bigger fish to fry than the logistics of shuffling one nat-born medic every few campaigns. And so you’ve stayed with the outcasts. They’ve become something akin to family, at least to you. You know most of them feel the same—Wrecker never fails to express his brotherly affection for you, Tech continues to adjust the ship’s thermostat to a temperature that is best suited to you when you’re feeling off, and Hunter’s silent nod and smile tell you all you need to know.
Crosshair, though, is a tough nut to crack.
At first, you swore he hated you. Despite the rest of the squad’s assurances that he’d come around, you’d been skeptical. It wasn’t until several months into your assignment, on a mission you really shouldn’t have been on as the team’s medic, when you saved Crosshair from commando droids that something changed. He still snarked you, still flicked his used toothpicks at your face to bother you. But he slowly began to open up to you. He included you in inside jokes, actually listened to your medical advice, and even let you hold his Firepuncher once.
So despite the hospitality and friendliness of the rest of the squad, it’s Crosshair that your heart has chosen to love. You know he cares about you. You just don’t know to what extent.
Because even though he still maintains an impenetrable wall around himself, he looks after you. On missions and otherwise. When you go out on shore leave as a squad, he glowers at anyone who dares even look in your direction.
And that’s exactly the situation you find yourself in tonight. Planetside, on Triple Zero, you’d convinced the others to have a night out with you before you shipped back to the warzone in a few days. The missions have been nearly incessant, and you’re all starting to feel the strain.
Leaning back against the sticky bartop, you survey the crowded dance floor. Hunter, Tech, and Wrecker lounge in one of the coveted corner booths, looking more relaxed than you’ve seen them in a long time, dressed in civvies and nursing the cheap booze served by the 79s management. A smile lifts your lips. They deserve this, just one night off, to remind them what the war is for.
But you came here wanting more than to drink weak, watery beer. Taking a swill, you glance sidelong at Crosshair perched on a barstool next to you.
He hasn’t left your side since you walked in. Normally, his presence is comforting, especially in unfamiliar settings, on unfamiliar planets, around unfamiliar people. But 79s hosts none of those things. In fact, the way he’s ordained himself your personal shadow is beginning to grate. You know he’s scaring off any of the regs who might otherwise ask you to dance, or offer a drink, or even just a friendly hello. You know he’s hovering to protect you.
You just don’t understand why.
Sighing, you take another swill of your drink. “Kark, what’s a person gotta do to get a dance around here?”
Crosshair doesn’t answer, just shifts his toothpick to the other side of his mouth.
You huff. “Cross, c’mon. I don’t need a babysitter. Go drink with the others. I’ll be fine.”
“S’not you I’m worried about,” he mutters. “S’them.” He jerks his chin toward the dance floor, gesturing broadly to the gathering of regs.
“I can handle them,” you say, an edge of ice to your voice. Frustration at his inability to actually say what he means boils below your skin.
Crosshair, predictably, ignores the bite of your words. “Didn’t say you couldn’t.”
“Great,” you say, pushing away from the bar, “glad we’re in agreement.”
Shoving your half-empty bottle into his hands. He looks down at it with a bewildered expression, then up at you, his eyes narrowed into slits. You give him a sarcastic, two-finger salute before dipping into the crowd.
You find a clone—Flare, you think he says his name is—who is more than willing to dance. His grasp on your body is unfamiliar but respectful. The pair of you sway and grind through several songs (you’re certainly not keeping track, too focused on trying to avoid the impulse to see if Crosshair is watching). When Flare whispers into your ear, his lips brushing your skin, your eyes slide shut, desperately wishing he were someone else.
A moment later, Flare yelps and his arms are ripped from around you. Eyes shooting open, you whip around to find Crosshair, every line of his body radiating anger, his fists clenched at his sides. Kriff.
“Sorry,” you call to Flare as you grab Crosshair’s bicep and haul him through the crowd to the front door. “What the fuck are you doing!?”
Scoffing, Cross yanks his arm free, though follows hot on your heels as you emerge into the cool night air. “Could ask you the same thing.”
“I was dancing,” you say.
This is going to be an argument, you just know it, and you don’t want to subject all these strangers to the impending shitstorm. So you keep walking, leading Crosshair around the corner where it’s quieter.
“Bantha-shit,” he hisses. His firm grip on your shoulder spins you around. “His hands were all over you.”
“He wasn’t doing anything I didn’t want,” you say, glaring at him. “Maker, what is your issue? I can’t even have a fun night out without you stepping all over my plans, can I?”
“No,” he spits. “Not if it means—” He cuts himself off and looks away, jaw clenching and unclenching. His chest heaves with emotion, two high spots of color on his cheeks.
Something in you softens, anger cooling into confusion. “Not if it means what, Cross?”
Nostrils flaring with every inhale, he shakes his head minutely, eyes pressing shut.
You hesitate, but after a moment, you sigh. Reaching up, you gently cup his face to draw him back to you. His eyes flutter open to meet your own. This is the closest you’ve been to him, you realize, in your entire time with the squad. Besides his medical exams, this is the most you’ve touched him, too. The realization sets your heart pounding.
“Don’t shut me out,” you say. “Please.”
He studies you for a moment. Across his face flits several emotions, none of them identifiable, and you begin to grow worried that all the progress you’ve made with him is about to be tossed over the ledge of this Coruscanti sidewalk.
A worry that is dashed as soon as he surges forward and kisses you, one hand cupping the back of your neck to steady you. A sound of surprise squeaks out of you. Then you’re melting against him. Tilting your head, you deepen the kiss, one hand settled over his heart. It beats hard and fast under your palm, nearly in tempo with your own racing pulse. His lips are chapped and rough against yours, but you don’t care, because it’s him, and this is all you’ve needed these past few months.
When he pulls away, he doesn’t go far. His forehead pressed against yours, his eyes remain screwed shut. He releases a shaky exhale.
“Cross, I—”
He kisses you again. “Don’t. Don’t apologize.”
“How did you—”
“Because I know you,” he says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
Warmth blooms deep in your chest, right where you’ve made space for him in your heart. “Y-Yeah. Alright. But—”
“No,” he grumbles. “You need to know that I- I’m sorry. For being a di’kut. I should have made a move sooner.”
A soft chuckle spills from you. “Yeah, you should’ve.”
At last, his warm, amber eyes flutter open to meet yours. Your breaths mingle in the small space between your faces, and the intensity of affection in his gaze nearly makes your knees collapse. Smiling up at him, you catch the barest hint of a smile in return. For a moment, it’s just you and Crosshair in one another’s embrace, the sounds and smells of the side alley of 79s fading away.
The moment is shattered when he speaks again. “Don’t you dare tell anyone about this.”
Laughing in earnest, you can’t help but shake your head. The others are going to find out about this new development sooner or later, but as you meet his gaze again, you realize he doesn’t mean the kiss. Sobering, you nod. “Wasn’t planning on it.”
You can’t resist winking, though. He rolls his eyes and grumbles, but tucks you against his side all the same to lead you back to the barracks.
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Loving You Forever
Word Count: 1354
Summary: After a night out with friends, you're returned to your handsome trooper and he takes care of you.
Warnings: Lots of fluff, pet names and wanting to have a future with this beautiful man.
Author's Note: I just couldn't get him out of my head, this fic kind of wrote itself.
Hardcase was just sitting down watching a hole when there was a knock on the door. Frowning heavily, he wondered who could be visiting his girlfriend at 1 in the morning. Especially as she was out with her friends. He had returned home to surprise her, thinking she would be just finishing work or hanging out at home. But maybe he should have gave her a head's up, as his cyare was going out with friends after work for a few drinks. Initially she was about to come home to be with him, but he has assured her that she should stay, have fun and he'd still be there when she got back. Hardcase knew when she told him it was only a few drinks that it would be quite late when she got back. A few drinks was never just a few drinks, not among friends. He should know, 79s was the place to unwind after a difficult tour and he always had fun with his brothers.
Pushing the button to open the door, he was surprised to see his Captain.
Rex had a long suffering look on his face as his vod's girl had an arm wrapped around his shoulders and was being held up by him.
"Rex? Er... what's going on? How come you've got Y/N?" Hardcase greeted, surprise written all over his face.
"The taxi dropped them all off at our flat, you're the last stop. Make sure you get her some water and look after her. I've got to go, I've left my girl in the speeder, but have a good night vod'ikas" Rex sighed, patting Y/N's back as he handed you over to Hardcase.
"CASE!" you let out an excited squeal, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing tightly.
"Hey baby, you had a good time?" Hardcase smiled, pushing your hair away from your face. Grinning at him, you nodded and buried your face into his neck, humming happily. "Thanks Rex, look after my future sister-in-law for me!" He teased, laughing at Rex's roll of the eyes and blush.
Shutting the door between them, Hardcase buried his head into your hair. Taking in your soothing scent, he couldn't help but sink into you after a long tour.
"Missed you baby, you're all I could think about" Hardcase mumbled, hands rubbing up and down your sides gently.
Grinning widely at him, you pulled away so you could land a kiss on his lips. Uncoordinated, your lips landed on the corner of his mouth. Both of you burst into laughter, relying on Hardcase to keep you both standing up. "Sorry" you breathed, fingers trailing up his chest and coming to play with the collar of the shirt you had gotten for him. It was in the 501st blue and clung nicely to his chest.
"It's okay, cyar'ika, I know I'm devastatingly hot that you lose focus" he teased, nuzzling his nose into yours and giving you a quick peck.
Proving him right, you couldn't help but get distracted by him. "You're pretty" you murmured, cupping his face and staring into his beautiful brown eyes. "Pretty great" you finished, unable to stop the giggles as you leaned more into him.
"Thanks mesh'la, how about we get you to bed? Huh? How does that sound?" he chuckled, laying a kiss to your hand before securing his grip around your waist.
"Yes, take me to bed!" You agreed eagerly, almost tripping over your own feet to beat him there.
"Hold on love, as much as I would love to ravish you. It's better if you're sober enough to remember it" Hardcase shook his head, grabbing your hips quickly and stopping you from falling into a heap at his feet.
"Ohhh Case! No fair!" You whined, pout coming out in full force. The one that always made him always say yes to anything you wanted.
Admittedly he did like to spoil you, but he wouldn't be swayed on this. Those big beautiful eyes of yours and that delicious pout would all just have to be used tomorrow when you could remember what was going on and in your own mind to say yes. Shaking his head affectionately he scooped you up in his arms, enjoying the small squeak of alarm you let out. "Hold on tight Mesh'la, time to get you sorted" he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple as he carried you through to the bedroom.
"Cyare!" You chided, butchering the pronunciation as you buried your face into his neck, kissing down the line of his tattoo.
"Not even close, cyare, but it was a cute attempt" he smirked, opening your bedroom door before depositing you on your bed.
It seemed as soon as you were on it, you were content to just sink into the mattress. Allowing it to shape around you and comfort your body. "I never want to leave here" you sighed wistfully, closing your eyes and doing little starfish movements on your bed.
Unable to help it, Hardcase leant down and pressed a kiss on your forehead. You looked so kriffing adorable, he couldn't help but want to spend the rest of his life with you. Putting you to bed when you had too much fun, taking care of you when you were sick. Lazy mornings in bed, passionate nights where you didn't sleep until sunrise, grocery shopping trips, nights cuddled up on the couch, cooking you dinner. He wanted it all in this very moment.
Peeking one eye open, feeling his gaze on you, you spotted him looking at you adoringly, smile on his handsome face.
"I love you" you told him simply, feeling awash with love for your beautiful trooper.
"Love you too, how about we get you more comfy huh? Get your PJs on and under the sheets" he told you, heading towards your cupboard to see what he could find.
"Damn, I really want you to wife me up" you sighed, crawling closer to your pillows and flopping down on them.
Hardcase's overactive brain ground to a halt. He wasn't sure he heard you right, but he hoped that he did. He most certainly wanted to "wife" you up. Is that what the nat-borns called it? He wanted to be your riddur and you be his. "Oh mesh'la, you'll be embarrassed when you hear about all this tomorrow" he warned, finding your clothes and heading towards the bed. "But just in case you remember this... I would love to be your riddur" he said softly, brushing the hair out if your face.
"What does riddur mean?" You slurred, beginning to get tired now as you slowly tried to help him get you dressed. In fact it was more of a hindrance than a help, but Hardcase didn't mind. It was like a little tooka rolling around with a ball of wool.
"You'll have to find out yourself, love. Put your arms up love, yes both of them. That's a good girl" he praised, helping you into your baggy top. Heaving the sheets from underneath you, you couldn't help but giggle at him as you went tumbling backwards into the pillows. He joined in, being sure to throw them back over you and covering your head. Tugging them down, he tucked them around you, nuzzling into your neck and blowing raspberries against the soft delicate skin.
"CASE! STOP!" you giggled, trying to push him away from you.
"Alright alright, you get comfy and wait here. I'm going to get you some pills and a drink to help the hangover tomorrow. And Kix says I never listen to him" he grinned, rushing out to your medical cupboard to find the supplies and to get you a drink to wash them down with. He brought some extra pills for in the morning, knowing you'd be getting quite the headache. Making sure he got everything, he couldn't help but nearly sprint back to the room as fast as he could, all without spilling your drink too.
"Got to take two babe, these are for when you wake up" he instructed, handing the pills to you and the drink. Once you had taken them and had your fill, he helped place them on the side.
Crawling into bed beside you, he couldn't help but bring you into his arms, letting you find the right position you wanted before tightening his hold of you.
"Happy?" He hummed, stroking up and down your arms in soothing patterns. Even when he was relaxing, he had to touch you, had to move his fingers across your skin. It was calming to both you and him.
"Hmm, so good. You're so handsome. My beautiful mesh'la man" you cooed, shuffling even closer to him.
Hardcase let out a snort at that. "Beautiful beautiful man am I?" Hardcase teased, glad that you had picked up some Mando'a from him. Even if you couldn't quite place it right at the moment. Hearing you mumble in agreement, he knew you were tired, drowsiness washing over you. "Get some rest babe, I'm still going to be here in the morning" he promised, nuzzling into you and kissing whatever skin he could reach before he joined you in sleep too.
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Promptober day 8 - “I don’t dance”
Pairing - Vance hopper x popular!f!reader
Warnings - none
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a/n - reader and Vance are in sophomore year of high school (so like 15 or 16) while Finney and donna are freshman (so 14/15) and the grabber does not exist.
"Vance..." I sigh as button the buttons on his button up again. "Just for the pictures..please?" he rolls his eyes but nods none the less. I smile and press a kiss to his cheek. "let's go my mom wants to take pictures then you can unbutton it" I say grabbing his hand and dragging him out of my room. "Oh, you look so pretty" my mom coos as she presses her hands against her cheeks. she doesn't acknowledge my boyfriend, she never liked him but let me date him because he made me happy. I was sure she hoped he'd break up with me before now, because all of these photos with be displayed in a family photo album, and she'll have to acknowledge him as my boyfriend for the rest of our lives. I look down at my light blue dress and blush. it was the first school dance of the school year, and I basically had to beg for Vance to even go with me. his excuse was always "I'm not a dance type of person" or "I don't do dances" but finally of weeks and weeks of begging Vance to take me he gave in. "c'mon scoot in for a picture" my mom says as she picks her camera up off of the small table beside her. I scoot in closer to Vance and he wraps an arm around my waist. the camera clicks a few times before my mom puts the camera down. "Alright don't have too much fun now and be back no later than midnight" I nod obediently before grabbing Vance's hand and pulling him out the door.
Vance unbuttons the top few buttons as the door closes. he sighs in relief as a car pulls up. Vance had one of his older friends who was able to drive pick us up. this time he's pulling me towards the car. we both get into the back. "Vance" the boy in the front seat says with a head nod. Vance had everyone in the town scared of him, I wouldn't be surprised if this guy wasn't his friend and was just some guy, he scared into taking us. Vance hands the guy a few bucks and then we're off. Vance's hand stays interlocked with mine the entire drive. when we pull up to the school the guy driving the car mutters a quiet "thanks Vance" as we get out.
my friend Donna and her boyfriend Finney are waiting at the gym entrance for us. I let go of Vance's hand and run to her "don! you look so pretty!" I shout, her dress was a light-yellow color, and it went down to her knees. "You do too" she giggles. my blue dress went down to my thighs which was an almost definite no from my mom until I begged and begged. I look to Finney who has a yellow tie on to match Donna, "hi Finn how are you?" he smiles and nods as he says "good, good."
I grab Vance's hand who is now standing behind me. "c'mon let's go" I whisper. we walk into the gym and the music is so loud it seemed like it would break my ear drum. Vance's looks miserable but he always looks that way unless he's playing pinball or beating the shit out of some random kid. there's a banner that reads "Halloween bash '79" the gym is decorated in orange and black decorations and the lights are out letting the colorful lights they purchased for the event illuminate the entire gym.
there are many kids dancing in the middle of the gym, and an equal amount just sitting on the bleachers. they're watching as the kids who were more outgoing and extroverted grind and jump around on the dance floor. Vance's hand tightens around mine as he scans the crowd. he was popular but not the kind of popular that had many friends he could have fun with at dances like this, he was popular because everyone was scared of him. he leads me over to the bleachers. he sits watching as scared freshman pass him frightened just by Vance's existence. "v, you don't want me to go get you anything to drink?" I ask as I come back from dancing with my friends. I didn't want to leave him; I didn't like leaving him alone, but my friends dragged me out before I could even tell them no. "I'm fine doll" he says as I sit down next to him.
a guy named Tyler I think passes by eyes widening as him and Vance make eye contact. I think they had some bad blood or something because Tyler speedwalks away as fast as he can. I didn't approve of what Vance did in his free time but was nothing I could control so I just let it be, as long as I wasn't involved, I was fine.
I gasp as my favorite song comes over the speaker. "Vance oh my god I love this song, c'mon dance with me" I say standing up "I don't dance y/n" he grumbles "please...Vance please" he sighs before standing up and following me out onto the dance floor. his hand stays interlocked with mine as I jump around with my friends. he's got a small smile on his lips as he watches me have fun. even though he hated things like this, he loved them because I loved it and he loved to see me happy.
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Enjoy your night, killer.
Summary: 2930 words. Crosshair steps outside looking for some fresh air. What he gets is a deathstick and some unexpected insight from an attractive stranger.
Pairing: Crosshair x reader. No mention of reader’s or reader’s friend’s gender. Some minor mentions of reader’s appearance (dimples, painted nails, sandalled feet, and a leather jacket.)
POV: 2nd, but from Crosshair’s perspective (this was fun as hell to write)
Rating: 18+ Nothing overtly explicit mentioned but the end gets suggestive as heck. Extensive mentions of smoking/drinking.
Warnings: None really. Dom!Cross is somewhat visible, but barely.
Thank you again to @staycalmandhugaclone for running my verbal diarrhea through a filter without complaint, and making my work postable 🧡
The darkness of the hour was masked almost entirely by the contrasting luminosity of a dozen colourful neon signs; the raucous din of chatter and music that erupted every time a door opened into the night cloaking their perpetual chorus of buzzing. 79’s, the clone bar, sat at the very east end of the strip, though thanks to the neighbouring dozen-or-so bars zigzagging down the street, the patronage that visited the area was likely the most diverse anywhere in the galaxy.
When the squad rendezvoused back at the ship earlier in the day, Wrecker had wasted no time pleading with Hunter to permit them a night of ‘nourishment’. After six straight successful missions, including a particularly messy one this morning that lead to a dislocated shoulder on Crosshair’s part, the sergeant had little choice but to concede and grant his brothers a few hours of delectation before their next objective would take them across the galaxy to another desolate planet.
Crosshair, riddled by the persistent ache that he refused to satiate with an injection, was not at all in the mood for the crowd tonight; his head was pounding, his shoulder was sore, his heels were blistered. He’d have much preferred to remain behind on the ship, as the warm embrace of an unreasonably long shower, void of the sporadic knocks and irksome reminders that ‘the hot water needs to be shared equally’ from his always-democratic brother, would have likely been exactly what he needed to turn his mood around. But Echo had also expressed the desire to remain aboard, and the verbose recollection of events that he unfailingly insisted on uttering aloud to himself and anyone else that would listen, seemed like the greater of two evils for Crosshair’s agitated brain.
The sniper had managed to put up with almost two hours of anarchy inside the bar; he’d even forced himself to partake by downing a couple glasses of whiskey, and while they succeeded in moderately placating the pain in his shoulder, they’d done nothing to stabilize his mood.
“Um, excuse me—” His head snapped suddenly to the left in the direction of the voice that had startled him, “—you wouldn’t happen to have a lighter would you?”
Lost in the recollection of this morning’s mission-gone-sour, he had been blind to your invasion of the quiet alley in which he’d been seeking a moment of respite. Unlike the two companions that flanked you on either side, you appeared largely unaffected by the mist of cold drizzle that had started falling from the dark sky. Your eyes were on him expectantly, though while the glassy surface perfectly reflected the orange glow of neon from the sign across the street, it was the unexpected beauty of your eyes that gave him pause.
The tail end of your eyebrow lifted slightly in response to his silence, a hint of a smile pulling up the corner of your lips.
Crosshair swallowed against the strange feeling that lurched in his stomach as he met your gaze, before reaching behind him into the smallest pouch on his belt and retracting the lighter that he’d been meaning to toss away for weeks. “All yours,” he managed to force out, extending it towards you.
A grin erupted on your face as you thanked him, and the sudden appearance of two charming dimples on either side of your mouth tossed him headfirst into a sense of captivation and curiousity. He shifted his gaze deliberately away from you, and returned his arms to their entangled position across his chest as you fitted a deathstick between your lips and clicked the lighter into action.
“Eugh…” The sudden, disgusted intonations from your companions stole his attention back almost immediately, and he fought to stifle an eye roll as, in an effort to clear the new cloud of smoke, they began dramatically swatting at the air around their faces.
“We’ll just meet you there,” they chorused to you, waiting only long enough for you to nod in acknowledgement before departing the quiet of the alley and crossing the street with their noses in the air.
His eyes returned to you, curious to see your reaction to being seemingly abandoned in the company of a stranger with blasters on his hips and a rifle on his back, but you remained as unaffected by his companionship as you were by the drizzle, happily pulling another drag from the deathstick pinned between your fingers.
“Some friends,” he mumbled, gesturing to the pair of retreating bodies with a jerk of his head.
“They are, believe it or not,” you answered with a small smirk, crossing your ankles below you and wrapping your idle arm around the front of your body. “They’re just fed up with me promising that I’ll quit smoking, and then immediately lighting one up.”
The way that your lips embraced each word as they left your mouth, enamored him in a way that he couldn’t properly comprehend in that moment, and he had to mentally fight to process your sentiments while the pulling sensation in his gut intensified. The sheen blanketing your skin from each passing second of feeble rain was capturing the bright luminescence from the sign above, bathing you in a warm glow that sent goosebumps down his neck. But the master of composure masked his growing desire for you with knitted brows and the ghost of a smirk. He flicked the toothpick across his lips, discreetly caressing your features with his sharp eyes.
“What’s with the toothpick?” you quizzed, breaking the silence that ensued in the wake of his forgotten response.
He clamped the soggy strip of wood between his molars, keeping it secured in place while his lips parted to reply. “Trying to quit smoking,” he mumbled, gesturing with a flick of his eyes to the glowing embers pinned between your painted fingertips.
“Hmm,” you hummed through a knowing smirk, deftly flicking ash off the shrinking deathstick. “Is it working?”
Crosshair scoffed a small laugh, the tension in his brows relaxing as a smile played across his lips. “It was,” he answered. “Until about a minute ago.”
You matched his laughter with a snicker of your own, sending another wave of goosebumps across his skin. The pounding of his heart in his ears went ignored, as the only current recipient of his attention was the portion of your bottom lip that had disappeared between your teeth by means of a subconscious, gentle nibble.
“Let’s split this one,” you spoke, breaking his languor and extending your hand into the space between them. “We can’t rightfully admit to ‘smoking a deathstick’ if we each only had half, right?”
He thought fleetingly of Tech and what he would have said if he’d witnessed your flawless manipulation of logic. The image of his brothers already magnified eyes widening to an unnatural size flashed in Crosshair’s mind only momentarily, before the flick of your eyebrow banished all other coherent thought.
“Twist my arm,” he answered with a smirk, pulling the toothpick from his teeth and flicking it onto the ground.
His skin brushed against yours as he collected the deathstick from your clutches, and the iron grip that had encapsulated around the depths of his gut when you first spoke gave his stomach an almighty twist, as if trying to wring water from a sponge. He brought the butt to his lips and inhaled, thankful that his mind had the unconscious wherewithal to complete the motion without requiring deliberate thought as his composure threatened to unravel.
“You a bounty hunter?” you asked him, your glimmering eyes dancing up and down his armoured figure.
“Soldier,” he answered quietly, letting the smoke stew in his lungs for an extended moment before releasing it into the night. “Trooper… Clone… Killer… take your pick.”
“Killer?” you repeated with a grimace, retrieving the death stick that he extended back out to you. “That’s a little grim.”
“Grim, but true,” he answered, his words leaving his mouth more soberly than he had intended. “It’s all I really know how to do.”
You ran your free hand along your forehead, absentmindedly brushing away the moisture that was beginning to collect as seconds in the drizzle turned into minutes. “You don’t seem pleased about it…” you probed, tipping your head slightly and looking at him inquisitively.
A shrug of the shoulders was all the response he could muster for in that moment, an unprecedented feeling of vulnerability and exposure began to wash over him. It was as if your twinkling eyes had an inhuman ability to see deep inside of him; as if the small, persistent smile on your lips held all the power that it needed to disassemble him.
“Well… we’re all killers in some way, aren’t we?” Your eyes followed your fingers as they passed the shrinking remainder of the deathstick back to him to finish off, your words bathed in a contrasting mixture of reassurance and uncertainty. “We’ve all had to kill parts of ourselves to survive.”
Crosshair paused, his hand hovering in front of his mouth and smoke wafting past his eyes as the profundity of your words rendered him momentarily flummoxed. Who were you? And how was it possible that, in less than two sentences, you had both soothed and baffled him? Less than two sentences had seemingly told him everything he needed to know about you, while simultaneously inciting an intense curiousity as to exactly why you would believe in such a notion.
A droplet of water running down the side of his face broke his stupor, and he hurried to insert the deathstick between his lips. He cleared his throat quietly, debating if he dare ask the question poised and waiting on his tongue. “Which parts are those?” It left his mouth softly and free of motive, but you still glanced back at him with mild shock and apprehension on your features.
“Well… my lungs to start.” You answered almost as tactfully as you had when you twisted the logic of sharing a deathstick, though the ghost of vulnerability remained etched into the subtle crease between your brows despite of the smile dancing across your lips.
A sudden thunderous wave of noise broke the following breath as the door of the bar below the neon orange sign opened, filling the street with the booming sound of grungy music and sporadic shrieks of inebriated laughter. Your friend’s head and shoulders appeared a moment later, their eyes narrowed slightly as they peered through the mist for any sign of you. Barely audibly over the sheer volume of the music, they called for you. The sound of your name reverberated into the corners of Crosshair’s mind louder and more thoroughly than any subwoofer in any dingy bar that he’d ever been in.
You acknowledged the summons with a small wave of your hand and a thumbs up, before turning your attention back to the sniper who averted his eyes immediately, coyly trying to disguise the fact that you were like a flame to the moth of desire in him.
“Well… thanks for the light,” you simpered with a wink, taking a few steps backwards and away from him. “And the chat.”
Budding disappointment yanked the pitiful remains of a smirk from his slender face, replacing it with a tormented scowl. He was flooded with the overwhelming desire to follow you out of the alley, into the bar across the road, off the planet… hell, anywhere. Anywhere with you… but he gathered the resolve to resist, knowing his prolonged absence had already likely triggered an alarm in Hunter’s hyperawareness. Despite every cell in his body protesting his restraint, sending tingles through his limbs as his very atoms vied desperately to jump ship from his body for yours, he remained stoic and unmoving.
Your lip returned to its nestle between your teeth, your gaze stealing the breath from his smoky lungs. It felt a little like a standoff that he hadn’t been prepared for, both of you seemingly paused and waiting to see if he would be impulsive enough to follow you. Indecision surged through him in waves, and still his body refused to move.
“Here.” You lobbed him the half-empty pack of deathsticks, resuming your slow backwards steps away from him. “Maybe you’ll be the reason I finally give up the habit.” Crosshair caught it nimbly with one hand, his eyes still locked on yours as he fought the silent, internal battle of his next move.
“Maybe you’ll be the reason I pick it up again,” he cooed back at you, pocketing the gift. Your head tipped back as a laugh left your mouth like music.
“Enjoy your night, killer,” you quipped. He stood up straight as you finally turned away from him, crossing the street in a jog and disappearing into the depths of the rowdy bar.
Crosshair watched you go, an incompressible tornado of emotion coiling in his gut: disappointment, regret, longing, confusion, bewilderment, vulnerability, curiosity, lust, indecision. The harmless drizzle intensified to a light rain, droplets landing heavily against his armour in metallic thunks. The crowd on the street dispersed immediately, everyone too eager to preserve their fancy outfits and whatever was left of their decency from being further dismantled by the downturn in weather. Crosshair stayed rooted to the spot, unable to rid himself of your retreating image… unable to rid his mind of your words: “We’re all killers in some way, aren’t we?”
A heavy sigh stole over him, and he shook his head gently in an effort to clear it as he reached back around to his belt and retrieved the gift. He flicked the top up of the carton up with his thumb, silently vowing to himself that he’d discard whatever was left in the pack in the morning, when a scribbled line of loopy writing caught his eye.
On the underside of the lid, you had scribbled what looked like a com frequency number. Crosshair’s heart leapt at the sight of the breadcrumb… the opportunity… the chance to do and say everything he immediately regretted not doing and not saying as you jogged away from him.
He lifted his arm immediately, typing your frequency numbers into the comlink on his forearm. He stared at the blue light with intensity, waiting for the static to clear, for you to pick up.
“That was fast.” You voice, distorted only slightly by the vocabulator, pulled a smirk onto his face immediately. The booming sound of the music from your end of the line was filling the alleyway, and filling him with a determination.
“Get back here,” he demanded to the blue light on his arm.
You did not immediately answer, and he waited with a held breath as the sound of the music continued to fill the void of your response. But then, after what felt like an eternity…
“Be right there, killer.”
The blue light disappeared from his wrist as you ended the transmission. With eyes glued to the door across the road, Crosshair pulled a deathstick from the pack in his hand, fitted it between his teeth and lit it.
Through the cloud of smoke, he saw the door open and you appeared framed in its opening. He watched, blood pounding in his ears again, as you locked eyes with him and stepped out from under the canopy. You splashed through a small puddle as you crossed the road, seemingly undeterred by the wetness seeping around your sandaled toes. Crosshair dragged heavily on the deathstick in his mouth, his mind frantically trying to formulate what he would say when you approached. He hadn’t thought that far ahead, the mere absence of you and the possibility of a reunion blinding him to all other thought.
Breath began to leave his lungs in pants as you flung your damp hair to the other side of your head. You were mere steps away now, eyes alight and blazing, sending wave after wave of desire through his body.
He pulled the deathstick from his lips and tossed it unceremoniously into the puddle that had formed on the ground in front of him, and when you were near enough, he stuck his hand out, grabbed a fistful of your jacket and pulled you against him.
His lips descended on yours forcefully, full of passion and unsaid sentiments. He could taste smoke, but whether it be from your tongue or his, he didn’t know and it didn’t matter. Not a muscle in your body showed an inkling of resistance as he forced your lips further apart, keeping you pulled tightly against his armoured body with his grip on your collar. You conceded the plea of his tongue immediately, your hands moving upwards to grip the forearm that had you pulled so tightly against him.
As his tongue entered your mouth, he pulled you back into the alley, and slowly backed you against the cold durasteel wall. Heavy huffs of air left your mouth as he worked his lips across your jaw. Your hands left his arm, the fingers of your right hand digging into the collar of his chest plate and roughly pulling him harder against you, while the other reached up to cup his jaw and redirect his lips back to yours. He wedged a thigh between your legs and released his grip on your collar, yanking the zipper down on your jacket and snaking his hands under the material. His long, powerful fingers clutched at your waist as if the very feeling of your body in his hands provided him with life. “Wanna get out of here?” he stammered through wet, open-mouthed kisses.
“Yes,” you breathed, your eyes fluttering closed as his lips trailed down your neck. “Go hail us a cab.”
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Chaotic Mischief (A Star Wars Oneshot)
Warning: Fluff, Clone Humor, little bit of flirting (tiny bit of Wolffe x Jedi Reader)
Words: 4.7k
The Build Up!
Mischief wasn't uncommon among clones, especially the Shinnies and the troopers whom had been freely allowed to become individuals. 79's during the downtime was where the ideas of mischief were thrown around. Sometimes they were as simple as pulling pranks on some poor unsuspecting soul. Other times it was far more risky, such as daring a Shinny to obtain the helmet of a superior. Something that was far harder to do than the troopers believed. Chaos was always sure to happen when the 501st were back on Coruscant, Fives and Echo were normally the ones behind it, although Jesse, Kix and Tup had also helped on occasions, Hardcase too when he wasn't too busy flirting with one of the many beautiful patrons.
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On the odd occasion when Rex was reunited with Cody, Thorn, Gregor, Wolffe and Howzer, things could really get interesting. The last time the six were together, a game of truth or dare happened. To say there were more dares than truths being told, was the understatement. Cody had told so many stories about Obi-Wan, the others joked about him being the inaugural member of the Obi-Wan Fan club. Thorn had been tasked with getting a kiss from the most beautiful person at the bar, of course Thorn had fun with it, why just settle for one, when all of them were beautiful in there own way.
Gregor had stood up on the bar, doing a mini dance while stripping from his plastoid armor. All while Wolffe had generally questioned his own sanity and that of his brother. Gregor of course paid little mind to those he shared a booth with, instead reveling in the attention he got from those who enjoyed the show. Howzer on the other hand, decided to challenge almost all his clone brothers to an arm wrestling match. Even when he knew the odds weren't in his favor. Echo and Fives, making a wager. If Howzer lost against both of them. All six in the booth would have to go through with a particular dare, they had in mind to commit. Although neither gave details on what they had in mind. Without a second thought, the drunk Commanders and Captains had hastily agreed. Only to regret their decision mere seconds later when Howzer was swiftly defeated by both Arc Troopers. Although neither gave any indication on what they had in mind or when it would be put in to play.
They did however taunt Rex about it, over their rotations on the battlefield. Never failing to remind him of the wager and dropping subtle hints of what was to come. The moment they returned to Coruscant, and found out the remaining Commanders and Captains were also back for down time, was when Fives' famous wicked grin appeared upon his lips. Echo merely shaking his head, both with dread for the reactions and to control his overactive imagination. Even more so when he remembered the discussion to involve several Jedi in the fun and games as well.
"Put us out of misery" commented Cody, as he looked to the two Arc Troopers collectively referred to as the Domino Twins. A neon blue drink in hand as he prepared for the worst case scenario, knowing when it come to the pair, anything was possible. Even the impossible. Fives and Echo could only share an expression of pure mischief. Something that only brought more dread to the six before them.
"You've heard of helmet switch-a-roo, right?" asked Fives, knowing the question was daft. Especially since Rex dealt with that on the battlefield let alone during down times. The last game of switch-a-roo had also included an unwilling Dogma, whom had somehow ended up with Tup's helmet. Tup himself had Jesse's, whom in turn had Fives helmet. Five's had Echo's helmet, who had Kix's one. Even Hardcase had gotten involved and worn Dogma's helmet. Although Rex had caught on, it had taken General Skywalker a little longer to realize.
"We're daring you to the big brother. Armor Switch-A-Roo" laughed Echo, watching with amusement as the golden eyes of his brothers become flooded with concern, dread even on what they were going to be doing while wearing the armor of another. "And you'll be spending the day in each others off duty roles" quickly added the Arc Troopers, stifling a laugh when Wolffe's head hit the table, a loud groan escaping him. Of course it would be something like that. Yet the groan was in response to realizing some of them would be around the Jedi Temple and Senate, as well as the military base.
"If we die I'm haunting the two of you" commented Gregor, a spark of amusement flashing through his golden eyes. Even more so when he realized, whomever got his armor, would have the duty of protecting a certain favored Jedi. His iconic laugh soon escaped him, especially when he knew the odds of fooling Jedi were against them. They're own General's knew them well and would surely recognize something was off. Just as the many senators roaming the senate building would notice when something was off with Thorn.
"Do we at least get to choose who we switch with?" questioned Howzer, his head smacking against the sticky table mere moments later when both Fives and Echo had both shook their head. Denying them what would have made the game of Switch-A-Roo easier. Only now did Cody and Rex share a look of dread. Gregor once again laughed, this time nervously. Where as Thorn grabbed his bright blue drink and downed it, in an attempt to drown the horror threatening to bubble up.
"Care to deliver the blow and tell us" slurred Thorn, watching as the duo took the helmets from the back of the booth. Choose to switch the helmets instead of using words. Although the pair, planned to tell them again in the morning, when they were nursing a hangover, if only to remind them it wasn't a nightmare but the reality they had agreed to when making the wager.
Echo handled the helmets with care, looking closely at the individual markings. How each were different, and made them easily identifiable. Carefully he handed Wolffe, Gregor helmet, the obvious choice, as Gregor was the only one Wolffe could realistically pass as. Gregor on the other hand was given Thorn's helmet, confusion soon washed over his tired features. He'd wrongly assumed he'd receive's Wolffe's helmet in response, so was surprise to get the one belonging the Coruscant Guard.
Rex had been the one to be receive Wolffe's helmet. A chuckle had instantly ripped from his throat, even more so when it would be obvious he wasn't the tough battle worn Commander. Cody had been given Rex's helmet, to which an instant wicked grin appeared on his lips, it being clear he knew what chaos he'd cause while dressed as his old friend and brother. Something that only brought gripping dread to Rex. Thorn on the other hand received Howzer's helmet, swearing under his breath, as it would mean he'd be in close proximity to many Jedi General's, a thought that brought both dread and of course amusement, would they take notice of the little things. Howzer on the other hand, quickly determined the only helmet left was Cody's, to which he cheered, clearly his silent prayers to the maker had been answered.
"Remember whatever chaos you cause while wearing the others armor, has to be explained by said owner" casually spoke Fives, confirming the Jedi would be none the wiser of the mischievous antics, and would thrust ask about the odd inconsistencies should they be noticed. "Wolffe we wish you luck. Gregor is on protection duty for (Y/N) tomorrow" laughed the Arc Trooper, his laughter only growing upon hearing the growled yet muffled response. Of course they'd thrown him head first at (Y/N), he be an idiot if he thought they'd let the opportunity pass them by. After all his affection for the Jedi Knight was only known by those sharing the booth and a few others. It was a closely guarded secret Wolffe had unintentionally let slip during the last game of Truth or Dare.
The Morning Of!
When morning come, each of those apart of the mischief groaned. Wolffe in particular found himself with confusion. Why did he have Gregor's Commando armor? Where was his own?. He soon noticed the little light in the top corner of his datapad blinking, sighing as he carefully placed Gregor's helmet to the side and grabbing the small device. Instantly regretting the decision upon seeing a video message from Fives there.
"So that wasn't a nightmare" commented Wolffe, throwing the pad on his bunk before once again reaching for Gregor's helmet. Carefully studying it, the many markings scattered all over it, even a few scorch marks, the fading yellow paint around the visor, even the bright blue light to appear, when held in a certain way. The battle worn commander, taking notice of how heavy the helmet felt compared to his own, even the roughness beneath his fingers.
"How the kriff does Thorn see in this thing" voiced Gregor, walking into the nearby desk, as he flicked at the black painted shade over the top of the visor. The commando's words pulling a rare chuckle from Wolffe. The commander amused by Gregor holding his arms out in an effort to gain stability while wearing the foreign helmet, and making his way over to the spare bunk without tripping or bumping into anything else. "I saw Rex, poor bugger, looks ridiculous wearing your armor" joked the Commando, taking off Thorn's helmet just in time to witness Wolffe display his signature eye roll. "It kind of looks like Rex shrunk in the dryer" laughed Gregor, receiving another chuckle from Wolffe, clearly the battle worn commander could imagine it.
"Makes you wonder what the others are going to be like?" questioned Wolffe, suspecting the others would probably have a better fit, especially Cody, whom had Rex's armor. Howzer too could probably get by without much trouble with Cody's armor. "I'm expecting Thorn to complain about not having a kama" added the commander of the wolf pack, recalling Thorn asking the night before how Cody, Howzer and Gregor could operate without one. Even pointing out both Arc Troopers to issue the daring mischief were in ownership of one.
"Oh he's already started. Stated he felt naked without one" laughed Gregor. As if on cue, Thorn walked passed, stating he already missed not wearing the belted cape, even how lost he was without it. His next words were asking Gregor to take care of his precious kama while impersonating him for the day.
Cody, Rex and Howzer soon appeared behind Thorn, all but scaring him into the small room completely. Gregor's laughter ringing out as Wolffe also offered a chuckle, but that was more to see Rex practically drowning in his armor. Gone was the dark blue markings, instead he donned the familiar grey wolf insignia. It was odd for Wolffe to see his armor on another, although he soon reminded himself it was only for a few hours, then all would be back to normal again.
"I feel like a kid wearing their parent's clothes" admitted Rex, once again re-adjusting one of the shoulder plates, carefully placing Wolffe's helmet on the desk.
"You look like a kid wearing their parents clothes" commented Wolffe, amusement flashing in both his golden eye and dull cybernetic one. Thorn chuckling breaking the silence quickly, as Cody mentioned he wanted to take a picture to remember this.
"Don't forget we have to think of something to say if we're caught" reminded Howzer, shuddering to think that was a possibility. At the same time he knew the risks were high, some of them were around observant senators, others around the Jedi, whom could likely sense when something was amiss. "And to explain everything tomorrow"
"Already got mine" announced Thorn, chuckling although not elaborating any further. Wolffe piped up mere seconds later confirming he too had something in mind for explaining everything the following day, although even he'd admit explaining why his armor didn't have its normal snug fit was going to be a little more difficult. Cody also hinted he had something in mind, as did Rex whom could already predict what Cody was going to get up to.
"Have fun flirting with (Y/N), Wolffe" remarked Cody, only receiving a huffed growl from the commander in question. It being clear he regretted revealing that secret, even more so when his brothers so often teased him about it. Even General Plo did although he did so in an encouraging way, almost as if he knew something others didn't. "Why does (Y/N) need protecting anyways, she's a bad-ass Jedi Knight" asked the commander of the 212th, finding it odd a Jedi with (Y/N)'s reputation would need protection.
"Targeted by Dooku and some separatist leaders. Her cover was blown the last time she went on an assignment to protect Senator Amidala" explained Gregor, revealing the truth few knew of. "(Y/N) and Senator Amidala could pass as sisters, hence why (Y/N) had posed as her during a previous assignment. Sadly it had gone wrong, resulting in a bounty being placed on the Jedi Knight, hence her designated temple and senate duty" added the Commando, recalling (Y/N) being frustrated the last time he'd been on protection duty, she wanted to do more to help the Republic but was restricted on what she could do.
"Alright boys, lets get this show on the road" voiced Fives from the door way. Echo leaning against the opposite side. Rex immediately noticing they'd swapped helmets again. Both Arc Troopers breaking down in laughter upon looking around the group. Thorn's grumpiness about not having a kama, Gregor practically being squished into Thorn's armor. Rex's almost drowning in Wolffe's, Cody attempting to straighten Rex's kama, while Wolffe shifted uncomfortably in Gregor's armor. Howzer on the other hand, seemed content on messing with the visor shade on Cody's helmet, almost as if he was trying to re-adjust it a little.
The Mischief!
"Anakin, I think there might be something wrong with Rex" spoke Obi-Wan upon reaching his former padawan, concern ringing in his voice. At first the Jedi Knight looked confused, Rex wasn't anywhere in sight. Just as Anakin was about to voice the obvious, Rex appeared, running along and practically hugging Obi-Wan as if he was the alternative to gravity. Ahsoka chuckled slightly, quickly whipping her hands up to stifle her amusement.
"Seems normal to me, maybe a little more caf than usual" announced Anakin, chuckling as Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow in suspicion. The Jedi master untangling himself from Rex, recalling the time he'd had to do the same with Cody weeks before hand. The moment Obi-Wan walked away, Rex got his datapad out and chased after Obi-Wan, asking him for an autograph. Leaving behind a slightly confused Anakin and Ahsoka in a fit of laughter. Plo Koon chuckling to see it, although he didn't voice he had long since worked out what was going on, instead choosing to allow the mischief to continue.
"Master Plo" called Ahsoka, upon controlling her fit of giggles and regaining some composure. "Are any other clones acting oddly?" asked the Padawan, recalling seeing Commander Wolffe wrangling the 501st boys earlier, she'd never seen them behave so quickly, although Fives, Echo, Jesse, Tup and Kix seemed to be the exception, giggling like school children in the corner of the mess hall.
"Howzer seemed to be fond of causing confusion and chaos in the debriefing earlier" commented Plo, recalling the Captain had been hyperactive, almost skipping around the room. WIndu had practically grabbed his shoulders and all but forced him to stand still, not that it worked, within seconds Howzer was moving around again, twirling on the spot and practically bouncing off the walls. He'd started singing at one point.
"Rex, Howzer. Who's next?" questioned Anakin, almost dreading the response he'd get. "Maybe they switched the caf brand again. Rex always did say the last one tasted like droid oil" commented the Jedi Knight in hopes of explaining everything. Although if there was more than the two it would be harder to explain it.
"What's your reasoning for Wolffe deflating?" asked Ahsoka, seeing the confusion to pass over Anakin's features. Plo on the other hand chuckling slightly, refusing to give it away he'd worked out what was going on, instead he'd found himself with curiosity whom else was involved and the explanations each come up with. Particularly Howzer whom had to explain the debriefing.
"Looks like Thorn's having a good day" commented Padme, upon joining the group of Jedi down on the many halls. She'd come at the request of master Yoda, although it appeared to be a troublesome time. She'd passed many padawan's and younglings seemingly lost and confused about where they were going. Just as she'd bared witness to Howzer running away from Windu after tapping him on the shoulder and shouting "Tag your it".
Within seconds of the words leaving Padme's lips, Commander Thorn come waltzing down the hall, signing loudly and occasionally twerking. He'd thrown his hands up several times, the contents of the mug with Fox's name penned on long since gone everywhere. A few padawan's had been pulled into a dance, as a few masters had too. Each seemingly taken by surprise. "He was like that at the senate building as well. Flirted with senator Chuchi" laughed the Senator of Naboo. A smile on her lips to see the battle worn troopers seemingly having fun, a rare but welcome sight.
"Let me love you" called Rex, as Obi-Wan ran back down the long hall. The captain hot on his heels. Ahsoka once again bursting in to fit of giggles, as a few other younglings did too. Some of the masters looked confused as to what was going on, most shaking their heads with a little amusement before continuing. Even (Y/N) couldn't help the laughter to escape her, she'd always had a love for mischief.
"Your not going to do anything out of the ordinary are you, Gregor?" asked Obi-Wan when he stopped to catch his breath, hiding near one of the large windows overlooking the courtyard below. "I don't think I can take any more oddities today. First Cody's memory loss, now Rex" added the Jedi Master, still trying to wrap his head around Cody's apparent memory loss. Maybe it was the hit to the head during the prior battle, or the alcohol from the night before. Either way it was unsettling, although his loyal commander seemed to have some whereabouts. Keeping the boys of the 212th in line.
"No sir" responded Gregor, his response coming a little too quickly. "Just doing my duty protecting the Princess Jedi here" added Gregor attempting to act normally, although he knew some of his actions could be explained away by lasting damage from previous head injuries. Obi-Wan soon poked his head around the corner again, quickly dodging back when Rex passed by asking those around if they'd seen the negotiator. Dread filled Obi-Wan when another Jedi Master pointed right at him, causing him to dart from his position and around the nearest corner.
Howzer coming around the same corner moments later, shortly followed by a confused Mace Windu. Padme shaking her head slightly, as she regained some of her lost composure. Never had she seen the temple in such disarray, although she would admit it was nice seeing a less professional side of the peacekeepers. Howzer's voice soon rang out through the hall as another comment escaped him. "Gonna catch me?" His comment more of a question towards the Jedi Master behind him.
"Thorn, where's my mug" yelled Fox, storming down the hall towards the other commander. Thorn had since stopped singing and dancing, instead acting scared as he held up the ordinary white coffee mug. Although Fox's name had since been crossed out, being replaced with Thorn's own name. Thorn soon skipped off down the hall, giggling like a school girl as he all but taunted Fox with the ordinary white mug. Ignoring Fox yelling at him to come back and all but swearing about losing the mug again.
"And that's my cue" commented Gregor before throwing (Y/N) over his shoulder and walking off. Plo chuckling by the shock squeal to escape the Jedi Knight. Where as Padme and Ahsoka resorting to looking to each other for confirmation, at least to ensure they'd both seen Gregor pick up and all but run off with (Y/N). Anakin on the other hand blinked a few times, beginning to question his own sanity and that of the troopers around him. Slowly he was becoming suspicious, who else was going to act like they'd been hypnotized to act like kids, were his Jedi brethren going to start acting like it too?
"Pretty good view of chaos from up here" commented (Y/N), as she attempted to get comfortable over Gregor's shoulder. Well over Wolffe's shoulder. Although she hadn't voiced it, she was well aware Wolffe was in Gregor's armor, her senses not failing her. The arm securing her legs in place, only tightening as she attempted to wiggle around to gain comfort.
"Not a bad view from this end either" commented Gregor, finding himself glad for the thick armor, as he was sure he would have felt (Y/N)'s foot, thud against his thigh had he not be clad in plastoid.
"If I didn't know any better Captain. I would have thought you were flirting" spoke (Y/N)
"If I didn't know any better I would say you were enjoying it" responded Gregor, placing her back on her feet upon reaching the destination of the courtyard. The rare occasion where it was quiet and as normal tranquil.
"Should I ask why you brought me here?" asked (Y/N), moving to tidying her messed up hair, and straighten out her robes. Gregor on the other hand moved to sit on the steps, in front of the tree, ignoring the benches close by.
"Meditate" retorted Gregor, not bothering to turn around to face her. Although he suspected there would be a response shortly.
"Is that an order?" commented (Y/N), moving to sit at his side.
"Yup"
"I'm known to bend orders" laughed (Y/N), knowing there was truth behind her words. Although her former Jedi Master Plo Koon, always said she had a talent for still getting the job demanded from her done. She still got the needed results even if she did go about it a little differently.
"This will be the first you'll obey" replied Gregor, a playful tone to his voice.
"What makes you think that?" whispered (Y/N) when she was close enough, there was no doubt he'd hear her.
"Cause I asked nicely Princess" breathed Gregor. Almost surprised when the almost famous Jedi Knight seemed to concede and do as she was told, the words Roger Roger escaping her in a sarcastic tone. "Care to accompany me to 79's tonight?"
"Maybe" cheekily responded (Y/N). "Would be nice to see you in your own armor and without said helmet" commented the Jedi Knight, a grin appearing across her lips as she peered over. Seeing as Wolffe stiffened inside Gregor's armor. "Not to worry Commander, my lips are sealed"
"Have to work on that later" flirted Wolffe, as he settled back into the act of being Gregor, imitating his brother's famous laugh mere seconds later. Once again (Y/N) peered over to him, suppressing a chuckle as she attempted to regain her focus. Although it seemed to be a lost course at this point.
The Aftermath
When it come to explain the events of the day before. Some found it far easier than others. Thorn had simply explained it away as having too much caf that morning. He been hyperactive and in the mood to continue his running war with Fox for the prize coffee mug. He explained the flirting with Senator Riyo Chuchi as finding her particularly beautiful the day before.
Wolffe had simply said he'd lost a wager to Rex and had thrust agreed to keep the boys of the 501st in check. As for his armor not fitting properly, he mentioned something about Wrecker playing a prank on him, payback for something to have taken place at 79's before the last deployment.
Cody too had a simple explanation. He'd mentioned he'd visited the medbay upon returning to Coruscant after the last rotation on the battlefield. The headache combined with the hangover of all hangovers. He'd managed to keep the boys in check but his memory was spotty. Thankfully Obi-wan had brought the excuse and let it go after a few days of ensuring he had no after effects from the injury.
Rex on the other hand, almost chocked on his morning caf to learn what Cody had gotten up to in his armor. Although he'd been thankful for his explanation fitting with what had taken place. He'd simply said he'd joined the Obi-Wan fan club, after hearing Cody endless go on and on about how great the Jedi Master was. Cody had attempted to hide behind his datapad, covering his heated cheeks of embarrassment. Of course Rex would say that.
Gregor on the other hand struggled to come up with something when faced with explaining Wolffe's actions to (Y/N). He tripped over his words multiple times before the Jedi Knight had put him out of his misery. Revealing her knowledge of the mischievous dare each had taken part in and thrust knew Wolffe had been her protect the day prior. (Y/N) had spent time reassure Gregor following it, even helping him to come up with something should another Jedi question him.
Howzer almost had a heart attack upon finding out what Thorn had done the day before. He'd almost throttled the Commander to have impersonated him. No flimsy excuse was going to get passed Windu on this one. Nor the other Jedi to have been apart of the briefing. Eventually Howzer settled for being influenced by Rex, Thorn and Gregor, as well as having too much caf that morning. Sending the younglings in the wrong direction had been put down to a light hearted joke, after all everyone knew Howzer had a soft spot for kids.
Echo and Fives on the other hand managed to get hold of the records from the Senate building, Jedi Temple and Military base. Laughing to no end, especially seeing how Gregor had also played silly sods with the civvi medics and admirals while impersonating Thorn. No one had been safe from the chaos Gregor had caused. The recordings of Thorn impersonating Howzer throughout the Jedi Temple were just as funny, especially when Kix pointed out some of the younglings and padawan's had also played along with the game of tag.
Jesse's favorite recording had been of Cody impersonating Rex yelling "Let me love you" while chasing Obi-Wan down the hall. Seeing an array of emotions pass over Anakin's features had brought him to tears with laughter. The blank look, turning to confusion, questioning his own sanity, slight amusement, back to questioning his own sanity then finally settling on enjoying the chaos.
Kix had been the one to point out, both Plo Koon and (Y/N) had likely figured it out but had opted to keep the truth a well guarded. Something Wolffe later confirmed at 79's, (Y/N) also verifying it in her own words, just as she revealed Aalya Secura and Ahsoka had also worked out something was up, but not said anything. Instead both women happy to watch as chaos unfolded. (Y/N) also corroborating to both Echo and Fives, neither Obi-Wan or Anakin were none the wiser about the mischief to test them, just as the unsuspecting victim of Mace Windu had yet to truly put the pieces to together. Even Master Yoda seemed to be content on keeping the truth a guarded secret for now.
Tup had asked for the security recordings, intending on making a few videos of the chaos and sending them to the six to have taken part. He'd also congratulated Fives and Echo on masterminding the whole thing. The duo known as the Domino Twins cementing themselves as the most mischievous pair, thrust finally achieving their goal of overtaking Waxer and Boil. Although both knew the pair from the 212th Legion would eventually fire back in an effort to regain their lost titles.
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