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freesia-writes · 4 months

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Hey!!! If you're still up for doing the first kiss prompts, I'd love to see 'are you sure about this' with my sweet boy Tup!

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Hiiii! I’m so happy I was finally able to write something for you! Your reblogs and comments and whatnot have been so appreciated for so long! I still feel awkward in my writing but this felt warm and fuzzy, haha, so I hope you enjoy!

Tup x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

SFW, rated teen and up

Divider helmet artwork by @lornaka 💕

Rain pattered against the window as it always did, providing a gentle backdrop to the more sterile sounds of the medical equipment all around you. It had been a long day, working alongside the Kaminoans to evaluate squad after squad of troopers to deem them fit for active duty. You had greatly enjoyed your time on Kamino so far, at least once you got over the initial distaste from the “longnecks” (as the clones called them) at having a GAR medic scientist assigned to their facility. The troopers had blown you away with their unique personalities and incredibly diverse perspectives. While they all looked the same, more or less, you greatly enjoyed watching them develop in leaps and bounds in the short time you knew them — from the day they turned 18 to the day they shipped out, which usually wasn’t too long. That time would be spent in rigorous exercises and specialized training, where troopers would grow into a sense of self and a readiness for the battlefield.

You listened to their stories during their medical exams and fitness tests, growing in your affection for them and resenting more and more this intergalactic war that took so many of them in a seemingly endless demand. And the account from the last trooper you had examined was still playing on repeat in your mind when the door whooshed open and the next patient walked in. Your heart skipped a beat when you recognized that face, distinguished from an early age by a single teardrop tattoo beneath one eye, and the textured brown hair pulled into a tight top knot.

“Tup!” you exclaimed happily, almost too happily… But you couldn’t hide it anyway — the connection the two of you shared had been apparent for some time. He had a quiet way about him, an unusual meekness that also seemed to disappear when he stepped into “soldier mode“, and gentleness and depth that drew you in like a moth to the flame. You had known this day was coming for a long time, even though you didn’t want to believe it.

“Hey, Doc,” he said lightly, though there was a weight to his words. “Time for that final exam.”

“Don’t say it that way!” you said with a forced chuckle, patting the exam table. “I had better see you in here again.”

“I’m sure you will,” Tup answered as he sat sideways on the bed. “People seem to come back with injuries frequently from Umbara. At least that’s what I’ve heard. Although they may just be trying to scare me.”

“Umbara…” you echoed, running an instrument down his spine while you considered his words. “Is that where you’re going?”

“Mhm,” he mumbled, closing his eyes for a second as you took his head in your hands to gently tilt it side to side for range of motion tests. Your breath caught in your throat. His eyelashes were so long, his sharp features relaxing gently beneath your touch… The peaks of his upper lip were so perfectly-shaped…

You released his head and stepped back for a moment, shaking your own head as if to clear the thoughts away. His rich golden brown eyes found yours again, a small smile on his face. Did he know? Were you that obvious? Working quickly in an effort to distract yourself, you began placing electrodes on his body in various places.

It didn’t help that you had to reach under his blacks a few times, to place one on his stomach and a few across his chest and back. Your glance flitted from his to the monitors, currently populating with information from the initial scan. Grateful for the distraction, you turned to face them instead.

A creak of the exam table and motion in the corner of your eye caught your attention, and the next thing you knew, Tup was on his feet behind you, shifting awkwardly from one foot to another yet holding your gaze with a surprisingly determined one of his own. He was closer than before, and his formfitting blacks left little to the imagination. He was unassuming and kind, but he was a grown man and a skilled soldier, all of which felt heavily apparent with his close proximity. You even could’ve sworn you caught a whiff of something clean.

“You’re not done yet,” you spluttered, voice betraying you with a hoarse squeak on the last syllable.

“I know,” he said softly. “I was just wondering if I could test your range of motion.”

“What?” you laughed nervously, any further words freezing on your lips as he cupped your face gently with his warm hands. They were soft yet firm, and as he took another small step closer, you could feel the tremble in his arms.

“You know, range of… oh, nevermind…” he grumbled, dropping his hands and running one awkwardly over his head. “I was trying to be witty.”

Warmth blossomed in your chest at the realization, and you grinned helplessly at his flustered admission. Taking a step forward, you reached for his face with a single hand, dancing light fingers along one side of his jaw.

“You are adorably witty,” you murmured, waiting with bated breath to see where this was going. His face broke into a small, hesitant smile, as though he were loath to allow himself to believe it. “But let’s leave the physical therapy to the medics, and maybe you could communicate your feelings another way…”

His chin jerked up as he regarded you with surprise, and for a moment he wondered if you had assumed too much. Was he just being silly? No… The depths of conversation that you two had enjoyed as well as the meaningful looks and playful banter all seemed to point to more than just platonic flirtation. Goaded onward by the urgency of his imminent departure, you took a final step forward to where your bodies were almost touching.

His heart rate had been steadily climbing, the monitor proclaiming this at top volume as the beeping increased with each movement the two of you had made. Your cheeks curved into a smile, watching a slight flush creep across his as he noticed the sound as well. Sending a meaningful look at his lips before returning to his eyes, you waited, not wanting to make the first move.

“You sure about this?” Tup whispered, barely audible above the traitorous medical equipment.

“Yes please,” you answered, as naturally as if you were at a restaurant being asked if you’d like a refill on your water.

He swallowed hard, an irresistible smile on his own face as he lifted a hand to your face again, this time brushing his thumb along your cheek as he hooked his fingers behind your ear. Tilting his head slightly, he brought his lips to yours, pressing them together with such tentative care you thought your heart would burst. Tingles cascaded over you from head to toe, and you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling his warm body against your own.

He lingered for a split second, then pulled away, speechless in the afterglow of a simple, chaste kiss that communicated so much. Ducking his head, he rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, looking off to the side.

“That was… um…” he faltered, embarrassed.

“Really nice,” you finished, pulling him into a tight hug. The faintest chuckle rumbled in his chest, and you rested your cheek on his shoulder, relishing the feeling of his arms around you.

“Really nice,” he echoed, and you knew that would not be the last time.

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iamda05 · 9 months

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I love how the camera angles always make tup look like the shortest guy in the 501st he's such a cutie

Lil short guy with a teardrop and a man bun

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totally-not-your-babe · 3 months

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Oneshots Masterlist

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Shore Leave 💞

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HUNTER:

WRECKER:

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itzshrike · 2 months

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Repost because idk what happened to my original post…but anyway!

Yall remember that one post or maybe it was a fic about dogma. It was supposed to be like the war ended and then Rex and maybe Jesse were exploring palpatines chambers and they found a vault or something and inside of it were cryopods filled with his experiments? And in one of them they found dogma and I can’t remember but I think maybe fives was there too? Or maybe he lived and was exploring with them. It ended with a reunion of most of the main characters…it’s killing me that I can’t remember it.

Coincidentally there’s another post about dogma that’s totally unrelated to the other paragraph.

It’s one where dogma goes on leave to coruscant with the rest of the 501st but gets lost and ends up at an abandoned temple. He fixes up the shrine and then the god at the temple decided that they liked him and they either follow him or bless him. I think at one point he raised an army of the dead?

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barbieburnanator · 11 months

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Another finished piece for my sister @drafthorsemath. She wanted Tup relaxing the night away (which I think we all could use).

Commissions are still open at discount prices! Currently all slots are open and you can find more info here.

#commissions #clone wars tup #my art #star wars tup #barbieburnanator

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neyswxrld · 5 months

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under the mistletoe

Tup x reader (gn)

summary: Decorating the house with Tup!

warnings: making out lol, 18+

word count: ~520

advent calendar masterlist

a/n: this is the seventh fic for my advent calendar! i hope you enjoy!

p.s. english isn't my mother tongue, sorry for misspellings!

"Be careful!" You call out to Tup and hold the ladder. You almost can't watch him.

You are standing in your snowy garden and trying to hang up the Christmas lights for this year. Tup is standing on top of the ladder you are holding, trying to attach the lights to the gutter.

"No worries, I got it!" he assures you, swaying a little bit. If he falls, he won't even be able to catch himself due to his hands being full of wires and small light bulbs.

"Please, just don't fall," you say again, hoping he means what he says.

"Almost done!" he calls a few minutes later, securing the last bit of the fairy lights.

Shaking your head, you watch him climb down the ladder again and step to the side so he won't fall on you on the last bit.

"Looks nice! Well done," you say as he stands next to you on the ground again.

"Thanks for your help," he smiles at you.

"Of course, what's next?" you ask him, rocking back and forth on your heels, clasping your hands together behind your back.

"I'm almost done. Just this one thing..." Tup says and starts to rummage through his pockets. After a few seconds, he pulls out a small bundle made of pretty green leaves and white berries. The branches are tied together with a red ribbon.

"A mistletoe?" you ask with big eyes.

"Yeah, you... said you always wanted to kiss someone under one of these," Tup nods, his cheeks turning pink.

"Oh, Tup! Wasn't that like a lifetime ago?" you want to know happily, but throw your arms around his neck, ready to fulfill the purpose of the mistletoe.

"Well, now you're exaggerating," he smiles while he slowly lifts his hand with the green branches over his head.

With a quiet snort, you close your eyes and lean into him.

He meets you halfway, wraps his arms around you, and closes the small space left between you.

His lips are warm and soft, just as always. You harmonize perfectly.

Sighing, you melt against him, relishing the feeling of his lips moving against yours and being captivated by his warmth and amazing scent.

One kiss turns into more, and soon he carefully places his arms on your hips and pulls you closer to his body, deepening the kiss. You bury your hands in his hair, slowly starting to untie his bun so you can play with his dark curls.

After some time, you move away from each other again, still smiling and looking into each other's eyes. His hair is kind of standing in all directions, but you like the mess you left and the red glint on his face.

"Well, I could get used to that. We should leave it hanging on the door all year," he grins and gives you another small kiss before running right to the door to stick the mistletoe to it.

"It's not like you can't just ask for a kiss every time you want to," you chuckle lightly, happy about his enthusiasm about kissing you.

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chopper-base · 2 years

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Clones as things my friends have said (pt1):

Tup: they were being a rudebaga!!

Fives: can you pick me up a will to live at the store? And maybe some crystal meth as well?

Rex: I've already had my 13th reason. Now, I'm just alive out of spite

Jesse: how many gushers can you eat before it kills you?

Hardcase: I only threw up a little blood, it's fine!

Kix: can exposure to stupid people kill you?

Dogma: I'm a rule follower! The police were just confused-

Waxer: I don't have too many dogs! 23 is not that many!!

Boil: who the fuck took the braincell today? I need it!

Cody: so I found a gun in a tree today-

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persephones-poet-blog · 2 months

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Prepping for Bad Batch season 3 by watching the clone-centric episodes of Clone Wars and of course seasons 1 and 2 of Bad Batch.

I just got through the inhibitor chip episodes in CW season 6 and I’m legit about to sob. Tup! Fives! My boys!!! They deserved so much better.

And Fives is so fucking smart! He’s played as the hot dumb one a lot, but he is so fucking smart to have figured it all out by himself and realize how high it went. I am 1000% convinced that if Nala Se (boooo!!!) hadn’t drugged him, he would have changed the course of the war.

So I’m just going to be here rocking in the fetal position.

#star wars clones #clone wars #bad batch #clone force 99 #clone wars tup #clone wars fives

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mothask · 2 years

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Oh is it treat Dogma time? I give him a nice ripe cherry and a gentle pat on his back.

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freesia-writes · 11 months

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For the celebration: 17 and Tup!! Thinking about that sweet soft boy today, I wanna hold him, I get so worried for him ;;; @fives-girlfriend

Oooooo baby. I was excited for this one!

#17 - "Don't ever do that again! You have no idea what it does to me…"

Tup x Reader (I think GN but correct me if I missed anything) Word Count: 3.6k Content Warnings: drinkin and kissin. Apparently all I write, LOL.

“Come on, Tup. It’ll be awesome!” Hardcase exclaimed, clapping him on the back with enough enthusiasm to nearly knock him off his bench.

“Yeah, they’ve never done this at 79s before!” Fives added, and even Dogma nodded vigorously through his mouthful of food.

“I know, it’s just��” Tup began, but Jesse’s arrival, accompanied with a loud “who’s ready to party tonight?!” drowned out the rest of his reply.

It was the talk of the mess hall -- Sy Snootles was coming to perform at 79s, and she was bringing along an infamous troupe of Twi’lek dancers, supposedly heralded throughout the galaxy as some of the most luscious and lascivious one could encounter. The clones who were lucky enough to be on Coruscant were undoubtedly excited, as they were rarely considered deserving of such luxuries. A few squads were planning to attend, the 501st being one of them, as you had heard on your lunch break.

You worked with them frequently when they were on world, providing armor improvements, repairs, and tune-ups beyond what they would do for regular inspections. You were part of a small team that scuttled from armory to armory, equipping troopers with updated devices and outfitting new squads. The 501st boys were some of your favorites, having enough personality among them for the entire GAR. One in particular had always held a soft spot in your heart, with his unassuming demeanor and quiet insight. You’d chatted with him often while going over various armor components, and the stories he’d shared about the horrors of Umbara had broken your heart for him. He’d formed strong bonds with his brothers, especially after enduring that nightmare, and you’d felt your affection growing as you saw him grow from a fresh little rookie to a skilled negotiator, brave soldier, and man of strong convictions.

If you were honest, he’d grown on you a lot. You found yourself daydreaming, during slow hours, of slowly freeing his hair from its neat little bun, running your fingers through it, and tracing your lips across his cheek to the little teardrop tattoo beneath his eye. But you’d also become close friends, and you were fairly certain that was the extent of his perspective and feelings toward you. There was an intimacy and familiarity between you that had been established as he’d shared some of his most vulnerable moments and harrowing experiences while you’d listened quietly, patting his hand and offering empathetic platitudes that couldn’t begin to match the magnitude of what he had been through. At some point, it had grown into more than just fondness, you’d realized, and it resulted in a simmering attraction that burned in your chest whenever you saw him.

So when you found him at the back of the cluster of troopers waiting for the lift after lunch, and he caught sight of you as you approached him from the side, it sent a little shiver of tingles down your spine at the small smile that curved across his face.

“CT-5385,” you said quietly, giving him a solemn salute that earned you an eyeroll as he looped his arm across your shoulders, pulling you into a warm side hug.

“Cut it out,” he commanded, dropping his arm as you filtered into the crowded lift. “You heard all the fuss about 79s tonight?” he asked, barely audible over the rest of the chatter in the small space.

“I did. You going?” you asked, feeling a sudden whirlwind of mixed emotions at it.

“I’m not really feeling it, but it doesn’t sound like I have a choice,” Tup answered, shrugging and tipping his head toward his fellow blue-striped 501st brothers.

“I can call you in for an emergency armor upgrade if you’d like,” you offered, to which he chuckled and shook his head.

“Why don’t you just come?” he asked, looking up at you with those large honey-brown eyes. “It would make it a lot more bearable, that’s for sure.”

Your heart skipped a beat, wondering if he did have feelings for you after all, or if it was just the simple statement of one enjoying the company of a friend. You couldn’t help but smile, though, and tried to angle your face away from the light as you felt your cheeks grow slightly warm as you wondered about his affections.

“I will if you will,” you said, resuming your light and airy attitude as the lift doors whooshed open.

“Game on,” he declared, giving you the cheesiest finger guns you’d ever seen, promptly cringing at it, shrugging, and pulling his helmet on as he trotted off after his squad.

“It’s a date?” you whispered under your breath as he disappeared around the corner.

* * *

79s was packed to the brim, and clusters of troopers spilled out onto the streets all around it. The atmosphere was infectiously exciting, as though the entire world were on pause and tonight was a chance to escape it all for a few hours. There were three times as many food carts as usual, as the local vendors were quick to pick up on any chance for some extra business, and the entire block seemed like a party in itself. You started to feel anxious and out of place, as this wasn’t usually your thing. It had been something you and Tup had bonded over from the start -- a preference for more quiet, intellectual, serene spaces as opposed to the vibrant party scenes that more of the troopers opted for.

You adjusted your outfit, feeling slightly self-conscious as it was decidedly more fitted and flattering than your simple work jumpsuit. You realized you had never really seen Tup in a more informal setting, as your interactions were primarily in the mess hall, the armory, or the barracks. All the questions and doubts began to swirl in your mind, amplified by the booming music that assaulted you as soon as you pushed your way into 79s. Heading straight for the bar and downing a double shot of liquid courage before you even looked around, you wiped your mouth on the back of your hand, returning the glass to the countertop and scanning the room for familiar faces.

“You’re off to an ambitious start,” came a smooth voice from behind you. “Lookin to stir up some trouble? Give those Twi’leks some competition?” You smirked, turning to face Fives, whose presence could be felt as much as heard. His boisterousness and joviality always brought a smile to your face, and you admired his ability to channel that even after his harrowing experiences at war.

“Oh, you know me…” you said, shrugging as you felt the tingly burn down your throat, warming your chest. “Where are the rest of the boys?”

“Upstairs, for now. Lost a fight with the 212th for the table by the stage, but we’re plotting our revenge,” Fives said with a conspiratorial wink as he jerked his head toward the stairs, motioning you to come along. There was something different about tonight, whether it was the setting or the occasion or some strange alignment of the stars, and you just felt an apprehensive prickle down your spine, as though something were about to happen. You ordered another double shot, taking it with you as you trotted up the stairs after Fives.

A couple whistles and hoots met you as you reached the top of the stairs, and you grinned bashfully as Hardcase and Jesse catcalled you while Fives announced your presence. It felt like being welcomed home, as cheesy as that sounded in your own head, with the kind familiarity and brotherly acceptance they always had for you. Hopefully not TOO brotherly… for all of them at least… Your eyes roved across their faces, finding the one that made your heart flutter. Tup was crushed in the corner of the booth, mercilessly squeezed between Hardcase and Dogma, arms pushed into his sides. You laughed at the sight of him, and he carefully arranged his features into sarcastic disdain when he met your eyes.

“Our little armorer here thinks she can keep up with us,” Fives proclaimed, gesturing grandly toward you as you gave him a quizzical look, having promised no such thing. “So let’s show her a good time tonight, eh boys?” A cacophony of agreement, friendly taunts, and promises followed his words, and you shook your head, the elation of the moment sweeping you up, and downed the double shot in your hand in one gulp.

“Ohhhhhhhh she ain’t messin around!!” Denal howled, slapping the table amid the cheers and squawks.

“Alright, move out. I want to sit right THERE,” you demanded, pointing to the corner between Dogma and Tup, who were surprised by your sudden attention. Hardcase laughed, eternally ready to join in any sort of shenanigans and feeding off of your energy, and rose to his feet, pushing the rest of the clones right off the bench to make way for you to climb in. They filled back in, squeezing even more, and jostled each other for room until Kix toppled off the end and had to search for a chair instead.

“Hey buddy,” you said to Tup, happily pressed against his side from shoulder to knee. His plastoid armor plates were carefully positioned to avoid digging an edge into your side, although as you snuggled in, you found yourself wondering what it would be like to slowly take each one off…

“You’re in rare form,” he noted, lifting an eyebrow at your effervescent attitude. “What was Fives on about?”

“That was all him,” you laughed, “But for some reason this just sounded really fun tonight. You excited about the dancers? Perhaps get yourself a special one?” Why were you baiting him like this? Your head felt a little bubbly, and the wild atmosphere was doing nothing to help it. Tup gave a low chuckle, dropping his eyes to the table, tracing his finger around a ring of condensation drops from his tall drink.

“Jesse threatened to buy me one, but I doubt he’ll go through with it. He’d rather spend the credits on drinks for the ladies…”

“Well. You deserve a break. You can’t keep everything pent up inside all the time,” you affirmed, nodding confidently as you shifted to survey the rest of the crowd. Tup looked up at the side of your face, suddenly pensive and solemn, as though he yearned to speak. You felt his eyes on you and turned back curiously, eyebrows lifted and an inviting smile on your lips, but he just returned your grin with a small one of his own, shook his head a little, and followed your previous glance out to the crowd as the announcer began introducing the infamous guest stars.

* * *

The show seemed to go on forever, punctuated with breaks where the performers would come out and work the crowd… both literally and figuratively. The booth had emptied a bit, as the troopers scattered to the refresher, the bar, and other groups. You and Tup had been lost in conversation, heads leaned together, living through adventures and faraway thoughts, completely engrossed in each other’s company. The connection was absolutely vibrant, and you felt pulled to him more than ever before. The general raucousness of the bar got louder as the performers were making their way upstairs, scattering to dance and laugh with the clones there. You felt a sudden flare of passion, a mixture of jealousy, protectiveness, and the mounting pressure of all the feelings you had for this trooper that you’d been stifling for so long.

Two of the dancers whirled over to the booth, purring their invitations. One slowly sat on the eager knees Jesse, who laughed and yelled, “For free?!” The other climbed onto the bench on all fours and began crawling toward Tup, who looked alarmed. In a rush of emotion, you scrambled to get up, banging your knee on the table incredibly hard as you suddenly threw yourself across Tup’s lap. As you straddled him, you turned and put a hand out toward the Twi’lek.

“This one’s mine, honey!” you said, channeling all the sass you’d ever seen on the holovids. The performer laughed, waggling her finger at you and sidling back out of the booth, only to be quickly scooped up by a pilot trooper. You turned back to Tup, resting your hands on his shoulders and looking down at him now from your perch on his lap. He was sitting straight as an arrow, hands held up slightly out to the sides as if he didn’t know where to put them. Heat blossomed across your cheeks and throughout your chest, and you laughed, trying to seem lighthearted but also not wanting to move anytime soon.

“I’m just looking out for you,” you said teasingly, glancing over your shoulders in mock fright as though there were horrors lurking around every corner. As you came back to him, he let out a laugh that almost sounded forced, and you noticed his eyebrows were working overtime to conceal the cesspool of emotions that were funneling through his brain.

“Thank goodness,” he breathed, with another nervous chuckle, awkwardly lowering his hands to the outsides of your thighs and setting them down so precariously, you’d think you were made of glass.

“Better make it convincing though,” you said, lifting your hands to his hair, where you gently pulled the band off of his ever-present man bun. His textured brown locks toppled down, holding their shape where they’d been twisted around each other day after day. It was comical, as it lay in messy tufts around his shoulders and one decidedly large bump in the middle, but it was also incredibly sexy, and you felt yourself literally salivating. You also felt a panic settle in all of a sudden, wondering if you were wildly crossing the line… Or perhaps you were getting a question answered that had been burning for a long time now.

He lifted his chin, eyes fluttering shut for a full second as you slowly, painstakingly raked your fingers through his hair, now free of its tight constraint. Your hands continued across his skull, down the back of his neck, and then forward along each side of his jawline until they came together at his chin, where you finished by giving his nose a tiny boop. His eyes widened, realizing your face was within inches of his, and he suddenly shifted himself to the side, knocking you off balance and onto the bench. He scrambled out of the booth, catching one quick glimpse from Jesse, who had been oblivious to you two due to the undulating distraction in front of him.

You felt a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, cringing so hard at the thought that you may have just ruined everything, and you flailed to get out of the booth after him. You caught sight of him disappearing out the balcony door (you didn’t know 79s had a balcony did ya? It does now!) just as it closed behind him. Pausing before following him out, you watched him lean on the railing, looking at the Coruscant underworld stretching out before him as his hair drifted across his eyes in the speeder-induced breeze. His expression was unreadable, and startled you in how foreign it looked.

Taking a deep breath, you ventured outside, steeling yourself to try to patch things up. You pulled up next to the railing next to him and faced the city skyline, feeling too sheepish to meet him head-on. You fumbled for words, wringing your hands together in not-so-subtle anxiety. “I’m sorry…” you began.

“Don't ever do that again!,” he said suddenly, startling you into standing up straight and facing him fully. You were filled with regret, looking up at him apologetically and readying your explanations, until he continued speaking in a low growl that sent an electric shock through you. “You have no idea what it does to me…” he admitted, voice slightly hoarse at the end. He slowly stood from his lean over the railing, leaving one hand on it and turning toward you, the other hand pushing his hair out of his face. As your eyes found his, you were lost in the rich brown pools of emotion, accentuated by the wildly mess of his hair that made him look like an entirely different person. His hand clenched at his side, and he shifted his eyes off to the horizon again.

“What does it do to you, Tup?” you asked quietly, and he closed his eyes at his name, soft on your lips, before slowly opening them and taking a step closer.The intensity of his gaze and the singular focus of his presence were electrifying, and you felt as though your insides were trembling.

“It drives me crazy,” he whispered, some dark waves twisting across his forehead as the breeze ruffled past. He looked from eye to eye, taking in your face with an enamored stare as though he were seeing it for the first time. “I don’t want to make things awkward. I love our talks. I love getting to see you. I love your wit, your intelligence, your curiosity…” His confession had been coming out more confidently but hit an abrupt halt as his gaze dropped to the ground. “I’m sorry if it ruins our friendship,” he said with a resigned tone, and your heart took a tentative leap in your chest as you processed his words, hoping they meant what you thought they did.

Fueled by his vulnerability and absolutely irresistible look, you reached for him, slipping your hands around the back of his neck, one slightly roving up into the roots of his hair at the base of his neck, and pulled him gently toward you. His arms were around you in a flash, and after one last meaningful, searching glance that seemed to stretch out into eternity, he closed the distance and kissed you deeply. Your tiny gasp of delight was swallowed up by his mouth pressed against yours, muscles tightening around you, pulling you against his armor. His hair gently tickled your cheeks, and you savored the taste of his lips, the scent of his shampoo, and the electrifying excitement of being in his embrace.

He pulled back, mouth falling open as though he couldn’t believe what had just happened, and stared at you in awe. You offered a sheepish smile, giddy at the sight of him so shocked and enthralled. He lowered his hands to take yours, shaking his head at the ground, still dumbfounded.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” you admitted, and he jerked his head back up to you, mouth curving into an elated smile. “You’re my favorite, Tup. You’re brave and insightful and kind and complex… I think the world of you.” Each word you spoke seemed to inflate him more and more with an overjoyed enchantment that lit up his face in a way you hadn’t seen before.

“I didn’t think people saw us as unique enough to be interested… for real…” he murmured, and you shook your head, surprised and sad that he’d have such a notion. You lifted a hand to his cheek, which sent his eyebrows up a little further, and touched your nose to his.

“Well I do,” you said, leaning in to kiss him again. He eagerly reciprocated, pressing one hand against the small of your back and drawing the other up between your shoulder blades. His lips were so soft, yet firm and commanding, and his nose pressed into your cheek. There was more of a passion to it now, an intimacy and urgency that set off fireworks in your soul, and you dug your hands into his hair again, relishing the thick tufts between your fingers as you clenched it gently at the roots. A satisfied rumble came from his chest, and he tilted his head, deepening the kiss until you were seeing stars. When he finally let you go, you gasped in as much of the cold night air as you could as though it alone were tethering you to reality. He smiled, face inches away, glowing with wonder.

“I think there might be more of those Twi’leks up here,” he said with a mischievous glint in his eye, and you laughed breathlessly. “Better make it convincing,” he murmured, turning to back you up against the side of the building, leaning in with a sudden confidence, and bringing his hands to your face. He was kissing you again, pressing against you all over, hands roving from cheek to shoulder to waist to hair. It felt as though a dam had broken, and so much that had been held at bay was crashing down in the most incredible, unbelievable way. You lifted your leg, wrapping it around him, and he immediately gripped it with a gloved hand, moving his armored thigh and hip into you for support and stability. Kissing your way down his neck as he rolled his head to the side, closing his eyes in blissful abandon, you gave the top of his turtleneck a little snap, sending both of you into a quiet giggle fit as you held yourselves together. Every inch yearned to be connected, and you slowly lowered your leg, nestling your head into his neck and shoulder, not daring to move lest you wake up from this dream.

“I guess we did show you a decent time tonight, eh?” he whispered in your ear, wrapping his arms around your shoulders in a warm, protective hug.

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99: most clones usually pass...

Tup: p-pass?? You mean...die?

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Shore leave (Tup x OC)

Warning(s): alcohol, talking about sex, mention(s) of sex aaaaaand I guess that's it, no Devil's tango in this one

Word count: 3407

Summary: A night in the 79s, our sweet boy Tup and Fives, who is more than happy to help out his Vod'ika with matters of the heart.

They only had a couple of days to rest from the exhaustion of their previous mission and no doubt the boys of the 501st tried to make the most of it. Most of them – Fives, most of them is Fives - were eager for Rex to say the magic words and were more than ready to jump into the Coruscant night. When they finally got permission, they all headed in the familiar direction of 79s. All except one. Tup stood there looking at his leaving brothers, listening to there laughter as they walked away. He did not feel like going, the last mission was not a success in his eyes. Of course, it had been carried out and the report said it was successful, but he didn't feel that way. He felt he had not done enough and what he had done was not enough. Even after what happened at Umbara, sometimes he still felt like a shiney.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even notice that someone was sneaking up on him.

“And why aren’t you on your way to 79s?” asked Fives throwing his arm over his shoulder.

“I don’t really feel like going…”

“Come on Tup! This is our first shore leave in forever!” he protested pulling Tup closer to him. “Don’t be a kill joy.”

“I…” the younger man started but all in vain.

“Nope! Not hearing it! I’m deaf to anything that doesn’t sound like; Let’s go Fives, it’ll be fun!”

Tup knew there was no point in arguing with Fives. He just hoped that the ARC Trooper would quickly look at the bottom of his glass or disappear with a pretty woman and he could come back and sleep in his bed before the others stumbled home drunk.

They'd been in the bar for two hours, but Fives did not leave his side. He really did get it into his head that come hell or high-water Tup would have a good time, even if he didn't know it yet. Or wanted to. It was his turn to get drinks for the group – even though he thought Jesse didn’t need more, nor did Kix – so he walked towards the bar with a sigh.

“What am I even doing here?” he asked himself as he waited for the drinks. It was a busy night; he was sure he would be standing there for more than a few minutes.

“Well, you're certainly not having fun.” he heard a cheerful voice.

He turned his head in the direction of the voice and when he came face to face with its owner, he could only blink rapidly. A togruta woman was standing next to him, if he drank more, say as much as Jesse, he would have mistaken her for Commander Tano. The woman had a skin tone maybe a couple of shades darker than Ahsoka, her face was decorated with white marks, the stripes on her lekku were dark purple and her dark forest green eyes that seem to have seen into his soul. She was wearing a green top almost the same shade as her eyes, leather pants, and boots with heels Tup couldn't imagine anyone could walk on.

He stared at her for a moment before he remembered that he should reply.

“Why do you think I'm not having fun?” he cleared his throat.

“Well, you see” she leaned on the counter. Tup, the Maker sees his soul, tried not to stare at her chest, but a moment of weakness took over him. He felt his face heat up and looked back at the woman’s face embarrassed waiting for a slap in the face, but she either didn’t notice him gawking at her breasts or didn’t care. “they are having fun” she pointed towards the table where is brothers sat shouting and laughing. “you on the other hand” she looked back at him with those mesmerising green eyes. “not so much. You look like someone who doesn’t even want to be here.”

“Is it that obvious?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck. She only shrugged her shoulder with a small smile. “I’m Tup." he held out his hand to her.

“Zani.”

“We are dying of thirst vod’ika.” he felt Fives’ arm wrap around his shoulder and he couldn’t have sounded more dramatic even if he wanted to. “What takes you so…” then his eyes settled on the woman standing next to his brother. “long. Oh.” he looked at Tup who felt like his face was on fire. “Oh!” he repeated more excited, and Tup wanted to sink into the floor. “I see.” he said with a smirk pulling his little brother closer. “Won’t you introduce your lovely friend?”

“Fives, she is Zani, Zani, my brother Fives.” he muttered not looking at either of them.

“Pleasure” Fives said with a little nod still with his arm still around Tup. “Leave the drinks to me, I see you have more important things to do.” he said with a shit-eating grin which made Tup wanting to punch him in the face. Zani just stood there looking at the two men with an amused smile sipping her drink. They were identical, like all clones – except for a couple, she was lucky enough to meet clone force 99, they were a fun lot to be around – but they couldn’t be more different personality wise. Fives was cocky and confident, Tup on the other hand was cautious, a bit shy and she found it adorable.

“I” Tup started to protest but Fives didn’t let him.

“Would you mind if I stole my little brother for a moment?” he looked at Zani who could hardly hold back a little chuckle.

“But not for too long.” she replied and if she thought Tup’s face couldn’t get any redder, Maker she was wrong. Fives just gave her his signature smile and pulled Tup a couple of steps away.

“What now?” asked Tup while looking at his brother.

“I must ask you because you are my vod; what do you want to do? Because it’s clear as day what she wants.”

“Is it?”

“Yes, it is! She came to you, right? Started the small talk, all that.”

“Yeah, yes, she did.”

“She likes you.” said Fives with a wide grin. “So, all you need to do is…”

“Nothing.” he sighed, and Fives gave him a puzzled look.

“What? Why?” Tup didn’t answer and really started to wish that he didn’t listen to Fives and stayed back in the barracks. “Tup?”

“I… She would lose interest soon. I’m not… Kriff I don’t know what to do in situations like that.” he blurted out.

“You want to say that…”

“Yes, Fives!” he interrupted before his brother could finish.

“But that’s not your first shore leave.” the ARC trooper pressed.

“Yeah, but I’m not you.” Tup whispered so quietly Fives could barely here.

“What is that supposed to mean?” he looked at the younger clone with raised eyebrows.

“You are confident, you go and flirt with women, almost talking them out of their panties, I can’t do that. I tried, but I am not like that, I start rambling and babbling and say some bantha shit and… I can’t.” he ranted louder and louder, than took a deep breath. “So, after a while, I stopped trying… So I’ve never… And I don’t want to…” he bit his lover lip.

“Disappoint her.” Fives finished and Tup just nodded. Fives looked at his brother with sympathy. He remembered what it was like to be out here for a first couple of times. If there wasn’t for that very… confident twi’lek woman, Vetra, who introduced both him and Echo – separately, they were brothers after all – to the world of “bedroom rodeo”, he doesn’t think he would have had enough courage to initiate anything for a good while. “You trust me?” he didn’t even wait for Tup to answer and started to walk towards Zani.

“What? Fives what are you…? Wait! Don’t! Fives!” but it was late, Fives was already at the woman’s side who looked at him with a questioning look.

“Now I want to steal you for a moment if you’d let me.” he thrown his arm around Zani’s shoulder but when the woman gave him a death stare, he let her go. No touching, he didn't need to be told twice, or in that case looked at that way twice.

“Everything’s alright?” she asked looking back at Tup who looked like he wanted to murder his brother. In a very slow and painful way.

“Yeah, aaammm. I need to talk to you about my dear vod’ika over there. You see…”

“Little brother?” she looked at him with a small smile.

“You speak mando’a?” his eyes were comically wide as he looked at her.

“If you spend enough time in 79s you pick up a thing or two.” she shrugged and drank from her glass. “So, what’s wrong with your vod’ika?”

“He is scared of disappointing you.” Fives answered, he didn’t see any point of dancing around it.

“I beg your pardon?”

“He thinks that because he is inexperienced in, well this, the whole ordeal, he will disappoint you.”

“I see. And you” she tilted her head running her fingers down on one of her lekku. “, his ori’vod came to the rescue.”

“I just want him to have a good time, to be happy. So just…”

“Fives, I’m not like the other women he tried to charm so far.” she said a small smile still playing on her lips and it just got bigger when the clone looked at him with wide eyes. “As I said, I’ve been around. I really want to know Tup better not just jump on his bones.”

“Great! Good! I mean, yeah sure! Even better!” Fives didn’t remember the last time he was rambling like a cadet like that.

“So, if you don’t mind…”

“Tup, get your shebs here!” he shouted for the younger trooper. “Just be yourself.” Fives whispered into his brother’s ear as he walked away.

Tup looked at Zani who smiled at him than put up two fingers showing the droid behind the counter that they needed more drinks. She was beautiful, no one could deny it. Everything about her attracted Tup, especially her eyes.

“What did Fives say?” he asked after they got their drinks.

“Nothing that I didn’t know before.” she answered clicking their glasses together.

“Really?” Tup looked at him with wide eyes which made Zani smile.

She thought he was adorable in many ways. She saw him many times here and always wanted to come to him and talk but at the end by the time she mustered up some courage he either went up to another woman or has already left. She saw him get rejected time after time and she always wanted to shout at those women for turning away such a sweet man. She liked that he wasn’t as loud as his brothers, she loved that little bun on top of his head, and she wanted to know the story behind the tear drop tattoo under his right eye. She wanted to know everything about him.

“Really.” she smiled at him which he returned and felt much calmer than before.

They talked about everything and anything, the war, Tup growing up on Kamino, why she preferred 79s over every single bar on Coruscant. They drank, talked, laughed and Tup has never felt more liberated before.

“Don’t look at them but your brothers are staring.” Zani said with an amused smile.

“I would say I am surprised but I’m not. Probably waiting for me to do something.” he sighed and shook his head. Zani reached for his hand on the counter and stroked the back of his gloved hand with her thumb.

“You want to do something?”

“Like… Like what?” he asked looking at his hand which she was holding.

“Do you want to kiss me?” Tup's breath caught in his chest and felt blush creeping up on his neck, but he answered without hesitation.

“Yes.” he breathed out. That was all that Zani needed she moved her left hand to Tup's cheek and pressed her lips to his. Tup closed his eyes and was almost too lost in the feeling to hear his brothers cheering for him from the back. But he didn’t care, he didn’t feel embarrassed, he only cared about Zani, her lips on his, her smooth palm on his face. But Zani heard them, and she got an idea. She pulled away a little from Tup, who tried to lean in so that their lips could touch again.

“Hands on my hips pretty boy.” she whispered onto his lips and kissed him again now a bit more feverishly than before. Tup, who blushed even more because of the nickname did as he was told, putting his hands on her hips and then pulled her to him. A surprised noise left Zani’s lips but when the shock wore off, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him even closer.

The cheering behind them got louder which made the woman smile into the kiss, then she licked Tup’s lower lip asking for entrance which he gave her without a second thought. As she deepened the kiss Tup felt like his heart would jump out of his chest his pulse was quick like when he was on the battlefield, but it was different, it felt nice, the feeling that embraced him just like Zani’s arms was nothing like anything he had felt before. He never wanted it to be over, never wanted to let her go even though he knew it wasn’t possible. She pulled away again, but just barely, resting her forehead against his as they both panted a little.

“Will you walk me home?” she asked caressing the back of his neck.

“I’d walk with you to the edge of the Galaxy if you’d want me to.” he replied and looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing he saw in his life.

“Home will be enough for now.” she smiled at him, then gave him a quick peck on his lips and started leading him by the hand towards the exit. Tup heard a really faint Come on, Tup! Get some! from a very very very drunk Jesse and cheers from the others. He knew he wouldn’t hear the end of it the next day, but he couldn’t care less about it.

After Tup convinced Zani that he had received speeder training and could drive the machine for long periods of time without crashing into anything, even after a few drinks, she allowed him to drive the vehicle. She sat behind him as he drove, wrapping her arms around his waist, resting her chin on his shoulder, and telling him where to go. She didn't live far away, but as he'd told her in the bar, it felt much safer than walking alone at night and he couldn’t agree more.

“Zani darling!” an old halaisi woman walked up to them as they got of the speeder.

“Maree.” she hugged the old lady tight.

“Oh, sweet girl, you were away for a long time from Coruscant, I was worried you’d never come back.” said Maree with sad eyes, still holding Zani’s hands.

“But Maree you know I was away for my training, I told you I would come back.” she said with a small chuckle. “I won’t gone anywhere for a while.”

“I’m happy to hear that, and look!” she looked at Tup. “What a handsome young man you've got for yourself.”

“I did, didn’t I?” she looked at Tup with a fond smile. “Maree, he is Tup.”

“Pleased to meet you ma’am.” he said with a nod and a small, shy smile.

“Respectful, I like that.” the old woman looked at Tup with approval.

“Maree is like a mother to me.” Zina explained to Tup.

“Mother? Grandmother, maybe, an old woman like me.” she said rolling her golden eyes. “Now, I won’t keep you up children. Have fun! Maker knows you need it.” she looked up at Zani with a suggestive look.

“Maree!” she scolded the old woman while her face stared to get redder, but the old lady, as if she had not heard it, said good night, and walked away.

“What training?” Tup asked as they walked towards her apartment.

“Medical.” she answered looking for her key card. “I wanted to help and in a war like this, you, your brothers, the jedi and the civilians need it.” Tup admired her for wanting to help, but the thought of her being anywwhere near the battlefield made his throat tighten. “That’s me.” she stopped next to one of the doors.

“I…”

“Tup.” she stopped him before the trooper could say anything. “I want you to stay with me tonight. We don’t have to do anything, I just… I want you to stay with me.”

“I will” he nodded, and she kissed him. When they got in, she put down her handbag on the small table next to the door and took of her boots. Without the heels she was almost a head smaller than him, and it made him smile.

“If you make fun of my height…” she said with a stern expression on her face.

“I had not dared to think of such a thing.” Tup said with a small smile, wrapping her arms around her hips and kissing her on her forehead.

“Good.” she kissed him on his cheek and stepped away. “Get of your boots and armour, I’ll get you something you can sleep in.” While Tup was getting rid of his armour, Zani looked for a bigger shirt and a pair of pants and pulled out a nightgown for herself. “These should be good.” she gave him the clothes after they walked into the bedroom. He was only wearing his blacks and she was still wearing all her clothes.

“Why do you have these?” he looked at the shirt that for the first look was even big for him and the pants that for sure weren’t for women. They looked a bit like the pants they wore on Kamino when they were cadets.

“They are comfortable, I like wearing them around the house.” she said with a shrug and started to get rid of her top than freeze in the middle of her movement. “Sorry, I…”

“It’s okay.” he whispered and started to get of the top of his blacks. They started to undress in front of each other, but when Zani stood completely naked before Tup, the man couldn’t move. “Mesh’la” he breathed out and Zani bit her lover lip. She heard other clones say it to women in the 79s and she knew what it meant.

“Wanted to say the same thing.” looking Tup up and down. She wanted him and she knew for sure from the outline of his half-hardened cock in his blacks that he wanted her too, but not tonight. She promised that she wouldn’t do anything he wasn’t ready for, and she’d keep this promise no matter how bad that throbbing between her legs got. When they finally got dressed, she walked up to him and with her slender fingers, she found the bun on the top of the man's head. “Can I?” Tup just nodded, but she didn't need more than that, she pulled the band out of his hair. His thick brown hair reached down to his chin, framing his perfect face. “You are beautiful.” she said brushing his lower lip with her thumb that the man kissed. “Let’s get you to bed trooper.” she said with a smile pulling him towards her bed.

They were talking for hours. Tup was laying on his back, his fingers caressing her lekku as she laid her head on his chest, hugging him. He told her how scared he was on Umbara, about the missions since, how he wanted to see Dogma again, how much Fives pissed him of sometimes. Everything. He felt safe, felt like he could share his deepest secrets with her and she wouldn’t judge her, for being scared and feeling weak. After a while they both slowly fell asleep in each other’s arms.

And in the 79s a very satisfied Fives smirked under his nose, downing his last drink. Have a good night vod’ika.

I might write a part two... A smutty one... Maybe...

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