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anxiouspineapple99 · 10 months

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Rewriting The Stars

Summary: Fives is assigned to your security detail after multiple assassination attempts orchestrated by the Separatists. It wasn’t long until your professional relationship evolved into something very unprofessional. Can he convince you what you have is worth the risk?

Pairing: Fives x Fem!Diplomat!Reader

Warnings: angst, heavy petting (minors shoo! 18+), innuendo, Fives making bad jokes (🤣we love him anyway)

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: I have entirely rewritten this thing at least twice. I’m hoping this final version isn’t disappointing because this is it😂🥴 also writing that summary was a bitch and a half and I don’t know why. In other news: to my tag list babes - LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH 🥰 *throws confetti at you*

Translations:

Shabuir [SHAH-boo-EER]: an insult *jerk* but stronger

Vod [vohd]: brother

Choobies: testicles

Mesh’la [MAYSH`lah]: beautiful

Cyar’ika [shar-EE-kah]: darling/sweetheart

Cyare [SHAH-ray]: beloved

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This was just supposed to be a standard security detail for Senator Amidala’s friend. The senator had personally requested him and Echo after multiple attempts on your life by the Separatists. Captain Rex was only willing to part with one of his ARCs. It was one of the few times Fives had heard Rex firmly tell the general no. He needed at least one of them to stay with the 501st. He told Echo he and Fives were deciding who was going. Fives lost a bet to Echo so he had to go. He was pretty sure Echo cheated, shabuir vod. He’d whined about the arrangement until the moment you walked into the room. You had a commanding presence, shoulders back and head held high all balanced with a kindness that was hard to come by in war. Your smile met your eyes in a dazzling sparkle that rivaled the brilliance of hyperspace. Suddenly he was very okay that he lost that bet with Echo.

Eventually he lost count of the nights he’d taken up post outside your bedroom door only for you to come out and talk to him for hours. Some nights you two stayed up so late you fell asleep slumped against the wall next to him. He’d carry you to bed those nights with the words of your conversations lingering on his mind. Eventually you started inviting him inside your room for your conversations. You teased that it was so he could sit comfortably while having to babysit you and while it was technically against regulations, he wasn’t going to complain. Besides he loved the intimacy of having you to himself behind closed doors. As the days turned to weeks the embers of attraction fanned into roaring flames within you both.

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When you arrived home from another gala so dull you had to drink a few extra glasses of wine to make everyone else seem more interesting, you knew you needed a friend. You also knew Fives was relieving the Corrie who’d accompanied you that evening. And maybe that’s why you picked the chemise that left virtually nothing to the imagination. The one that was silky, low cut, in 501st blue and clung to your curves in all the right places. It’s also possible that you intentionally pulled out another bottle of wine. You really didn’t need two glasses, but you grabbed them anyway. You missed him and were so looking forward to seeing him again. With Fives your responsibilities didn’t feel so overwhelming. With him you felt free. So it’s also completely within the realm of possibility that when you turned on some music and something soft and slow came on, it wasn’t an accident. You were at least one full bottle of wine braver than any other day and ready to engage in some heavy flirting.

Fives, always punctual for his shift, had taken to just walking into your room since he knew you were going to ask him in anyway. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t positively delighted at the double take the sight of you in your barely there chemise garnered the moment he laid eyes on you. He yanked that helmet off his head and cleared the distance from the door to your bed so quickly you weren’t entirely positive he didn’t run. The look of pure desire in Fives’ eyes set a fire alight in you that nearly had you whining before he touched you. “Well, well, someone is looking exquisite this evening,” his eyes roamed your body hungrily, pausing a little longer on your more supple parts barely covered by the sheen fabric.

“Tonight was…a night. I spent all evening listening to miserably dull politicians and endless arguments over this war. I just need your company. I need to decompress after that nightmare of a gala.” You huffed as you poured yourself some wine, “Would you like a glass?” You held up the other glass as you shifted your position on the edge of the bed. You crossed your legs which pulled your chemise up your thigh.

Fives’ eyes were drawn to the growing exposure of your soft skin, his breathing intensifying as a dark smile crossed his lips. “I’m not supposed to drink on duty, mesh’la.”

You hummed as you seductively ran the glass’s rim across your lips, “I understand. I mean, I won’t tell anyone if you change your mind,” you swirled the glass and looked up at him through thick lashes.

A chuckle rumbled in his chest as he lowered himself onto your bed, “Well kitten, you’ve convinced me. But only one glass, I still need my wits about me to keep you safe. You want to talk about tonight?”

You flopped onto your back in a particularly unladylike manner and pushed a breath out through pursed lips. “Senator Choobies was there.”

Fives sniggered as he poured his own wine,“Oh dear. Was he as wrinkly as ever?”

“More so I think! I had to listen to him prattle on and on for at least 30 minutes about his extensive investments and the various bets he places on pod-racing! I mean, that’s wonderful senator. I’m elated that you have an unimaginable amount of disposable income while the Republic is struggling to supply our troops with what they need. I am immensely impressed,” your voice dripped with resentment and sarcasm.

“Hold that thought, love,” Fives stopped you holding up a hand. “Have you accidentally called him ‘Senator Choobies’ to his face yet?”

A smile broke through the scowl you’d donned only moments before, “Fives, I don’t think I can even remember the man’s real name at this point. The mental image you left me with when you said his face looks like wrinkly choobies is permanently burned into my brain. He is now and forever only Senator Choobies to me. Even Padme and Riyo have started calling him that.”

Fives threw his head back in a melodic laugh that you absolutely loved. It was contagious and you loved laughing with him. You pulled yourself up and tucked your knees under your chin, the seductive garment you wore slipping even further leaving virtually nothing to the imagination. You felt Fives’ eyes graze your thighs again with a ravenous hunger as he sipped the impossibly expensive wine.

Echo is never going to believe this. He thought to himself as he traced your form with his eyes, lingering on your neck wondering how it might taste.

He was drawn back from his thoughts by your voice, “Ahhh I love this song!” He smiled softly as he watched you close your eyes while swaying to the music. He put his glass down and held out his hand to you, “M’lady? Shall we dance?” He grinned and gave you a cheeky wink. “I would love nothing more, my handsome protector.” Your heart fluttered as he spun you around your room playfully at first but soon your pace slowed until the two of you were pressed chest to chest swaying to the rhythm of the ballad floating through your room.

“Mesh’la,” he breathed barely above a gravelly whisper into your ear, “I have a confession.” Your heart leapt. He brushed his nose against yours. Your lips were so close you swore you felt his graze your own for a split second, “This may be hard to believe, but I have had no formal dance training.”

You buried your face in his plastoid chest plate, laughing until tears ran down your cheeks, “Fives! The deception! How could you keep such a secret from me? I’m leaving you now for Senator Choobies!”

His eyes darkened as a playful grin crossed his lips, “You’d better not, cyar’ika.” His voice rumbled deep in his chest.

“What are you going to do about it, trooper?” you cooed with a sly smirk. He tightened his grip on your waist pressing you firmly against him, “That depends on how you answer my next question.” You hummed in response, eyes fluttering as you found yourself more intoxicated by his scent rather than the wine.

His hand moved to the hem of your chemise. His fingers toyed with the edge, brushing both fabric and skin as he leaned in until he was a hair's breadth from your neck, “Did you wear this for me?” You sucked in a startled breath as his fingers began trailing up your thigh. You licked your lips as your heart felt as if it was going to erupt from your chest. “Yes.” Your answer came out as more of a breathy whine than you had anticipated.

The sound elicited a growl from Fives as he closed the space between his lips and your neck. You moaned desperately as he kissed, licked, and sucked his way down starting at the delicate spot behind your ear and stopping at your collarbone. “Stop me, stop me now if this isn’t what you want,” he growled into your shoulder.

“I want it. I want you, Fives,” you begged as you wrapped your fingers in his hair. That was all he needed to hear, “Wearing 501st blue? I knew that had to be intentional. You won’t be wearing it much longer though.” His hands made themselves at home exploring every centimeter of you as he busied his lips with the particularly sweet spot just behind your jaw. “Oh Maker, Fives!” You gasped, already in ecstasy as he quickly learned your most sensitive points.

“Calling my name already? Oh cyar’ika I’m only getting started,” he growled as he carried you back to bed. He made quick work of his armor and once wearing only his blacks he crawled toward you on your bed, like a loth-cat stalking its prey. He had plans for you. He’d spent many a night thinking of them, all the things he would do if he were in this very situation. He was an ARC trooper after all, he had prepared for every situation. First of those plans was to finally discover how your beautiful lips tasted. Next would be to taste every other radiant inch of you. Finally was to have you screaming his name all night. Tonight all his wildest dreams were coming true and he was going to take his time.

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Weeks Later…

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You know I want you It's not a secret I try to hide; I know you want me So don't keep sayin' our hands are tied

“You are the single most incredible woman I have ever met. I think by now you know how I feel about you and unless I’ve read all of this completely wrong, I’m pretty sure you feel the same. What I’m not sure of is where this ‘we have to cool things’ is coming from.” Fives’ brow furrowed in confusion as his heart pounded against his ribs, its rhythm matching the rising panic he was feeling.

You claim it's not in the cards; And fate is pullin' you miles away; And out of reach from me; But you're here in my heart; So who can stop me if I decide That you're my destiny?

You felt sick. You didn’t want to do this. Your heart felt as if it was shattering with every word you spoke. “Fives we just can’t. We can’t let this progress any further than it already has” your voice had no conviction, he knew you wanted this as much as he did.

“And what if I’ve already decided that you’re the only one I will ever want, mesh’la? That I know you’re the only one for me.” Your heart felt like it was in a vice when he spoke those words. Fives was laser focused on you as he continued, “With you I finally feel like I belong somewhere other than on the battlefield. That I belong to someone other than the GAR. I thought you felt the same. That we belong to each other.”

You think it's easy; You think I don't wanna run to you; But there are mountains; And there are doors that we can't walk through

You did feel the same, but people were whispering now. You’d even been pulled into Chancellor Palpatine’s office. He’d heard rumors of you and Fives engaging in “conduct most unbecoming of an ARC Trooper and a Republic Diplomat.” You vehemently denied the rumors. Swore up and down they were false. You still weren’t sure he believed you but he was satisfied for the time being.

“Of course I want to be with you, Fives! There is nothing in this Maker forsaken galaxy that I want more! But it’s not that simple! Chancellor Palpatine has already met with me regarding us! People are talking!” You turned from him, you couldn’t keep eye contact with him or you’d fold like a sheet of flimsi. You had to keep him safe. You wouldn’t allow him to be court-martialed or worse, decommissioned, because of you.

I know you're wondering why because we're able to be; Just you and me within these walls

“And? I’m not asking you to proclaim your undying love for me before the senate! We will just be more careful! We will keep it within your home! Hell, we’ll keep us confined here in your bedroom until the war is over if we have to! Why are you so unwilling to make this work?” His eyes were desperate, pleading as he stroked your cheek with a tenderness that made you want to abandon it all and run away with him to some no name planet right that very instant.

But when we go outside, you're gonna wake up and see; That it was hopeless after all; No one can rewrite the stars; How can you say you'll be mine?; Everything keeps us apart; And I'm not the one you were meant to find

“Because Fives, you’re a soldier of the GAR. I’m a diplomat with the Republic Diplomatic Corps. There are rules. Regulations. That’s all anyone out there in that karking galaxy cares about! This was a bad idea from the start. You could be court-martialed or decommissioned if anyone found out! Then where would we be? Where would I be? You’d be better off finding a nice girl after the war. One who doesn’t put your life at risk.” Your voice finally broke, tears welling in your eyes. You crossed your arms across your chest and looked to the floor.

Say that the world can be ours tonight; All I want is to fly with you; All I want is to fall with you; So just give me all of you

“Oh for kriff’s sake. No one will find out!” His irritation was sharp as it rang through his tone while he spoke. “And you’re worth the risk! I am tired of this cyar’ika! Rules and regulations be damned! I’m not just a soldier or a number. I’m not a meat droid blindly following orders! And you’re not some brain dead government bureaucrat who cares more about procedures than what is right! This is right! We are right!” Fives’ passion poured out before you, fiery hot as Mustafar’s lava pits. He leaned on his elbow resting against the wall and inhaled deeply. He immediately softened to that honey sweet melody that brought you to your knees again and again. “Aren’t you tired, love? We’re told day in and day out how to act, where to go, what to do…We already broke at least a dozen regulations by allowing ourselves to get this far. What’s a few more, cyare?” He moved to you, caging you in against the wall, his eyes pleading for you to say yes. To tell him you’d be his forever.

It feels impossible

“But what if…”

It's not impossible

“No, cyar’ika. No more ‘what ifs’. No more rules. No more regulations. No more GAR or Galactic Republic. Just us. Just you and me. Some rules need to be broken.”

Say you were made to be mine? Nothing can keep us apart. 'Cause you are the one I was meant to find; Nothing will keep me from you. I will fight for you until my dying breath.

“I’ll tell you what, you look me in the eyes right here, tonight, and tell me you don’t love me and I will let it go. Tell me that night we had and every night after that were all mistakes and you feel nothing and we will continue as if this never happened. Me as your reliable guard and you as a diligent diplomat of the RDC. I’ll even request a transfer, they’ll send my brother to take my place so you won’t ever have to see me again. But if you think for even a second that you love me as much as I love you then trust me. Give me all of you and I will love you better than anyone in the entire galaxy ever could.” You felt the earnestness of his gaze. He meant every beautiful word tumbling from those magnificent lips. And he was fighting for you as resolutely as he fought on the battlefield for the Republic.

No one can say what we get to be; And why don't we rewrite the stars? Changing the world to be ours

You reached out and ran your fingers along the fabric of his blacks that were peeking out from under his armor. He closed his eyes, savoring your touch and praying to the Force it wasn’t the last time he’d feel it. You drew in a breath, shaking with adrenaline and anxiety. “Fives, say the word and I’d throw this all away for you. The title, the wealth, all of it. I’d follow you to the farthest depths of the galaxy if you asked. I love you. I love you and I trust you. You have all of me. You’re right. Some rules need to be broken. I was so consumed with fear for your safety I just…” you could no longer hold back the cry that you had been struggling to keep within the confines of your chest. He brushed your tears away with his thumb and pressed his forehead to yours, “I’ll be tucking that away you know, the fact that you’d leave this all for me. When we are nuna farmers on Naboo I am going to remind you of this very moment, my love,” he said as he began kissing each and every remaining tear from your cheeks. You giggled, “At least we won’t be nerf herders.”

“I’d herd every nerf in the galaxy for you, mesh’la,” he stated with a tender smile before sweeping you into his arms. The Galactic Republic, the GAR, Chancellor Palpatine? They didn’t get to determine who you loved. You did. He did. Frankly, if the GAR didn’t want their soldiers to fall in love, they should have just created a droid army like the Seps. It was time to start rewriting the stars.

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mothask · 2 years

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DONT TEST ME FIVES MWAH

stop the more you do that the lazier the artstyle gets-

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littlemissmanga · 1 year

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I need help finding two amazing fics that I gotta reread, and I'm reaching out to the other clone lovers on this site for aid.

The first is a cannon-divergent multi-chapter fic where Fives survives the assassination and Palpatine discovers he's Force sensitive. He then brainwashes Fives, makes him an assassin and tasks him with going after TBB.

The second is an Echo x Reader one shot (it be long though) where Echo returns to Courescant after Skako Minor. He kind of remembers reader from before and reader helps him readjust and fully remember her. E rating.

Please these fics are living rent free in my brain and I need them back in my life so any help will be much appreciated!!

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tanyawritesstories · 2 years

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Sex On Fins | Domino Twins x Reader

Mermen AU part 2/3

The second part to my career ending miniseries. I hope y'all enjoy, it's getting steamy in this chapter. Hold onto your tails!

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: nudity, talk of female anatomy, periods, blood, cramps, fluff, mentions of drowning, spying, masturbation in a way, discussions of sex, mentions of anal sex, mermen anatomy, feelings, still no clonecest

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It was later afternoon when the twins ventured up river to visit their human friend. They had gotten done with their secret research and were finding less information than they had expected to find, but they held tight to every new detail they learned.

They took a small break halfway there after finding a couple mangoes had fallen into the water from the tree above. Both Echo and Fives were still obsessed with the idea of sleeping with the woman. They knew these things took time and they wanted her to trust them completely. They wanted her to want them as much as they wanted her.

They surfaced near her camp in the same spot they always were, the smooth, flat rock ledge that separated the river from the land. Normally she was up and about by this point, collecting resources, food, or organizing her camp. It was quiet and they saw her laying motionless in her hammock bed, apparently sleeping. They shared a concerned look, since the day she had washed up on their island she had always maintained a routine. This was out of the ordinary for her to just sleep in the middle of the day.

“(Y/N),” Echo called, “we brought you some things.” They saw her stir in the hammock. “Cyare, are you alright?” Fives asked. She rolled over as best she could and opened her eyes, smiling when she saw them. “Afternoon, boys,” she said, stretching. “Are you feeling alright?” Echo asked, his voice laced with worry. She half fell out of the hammock and began walking slowly towards them, half bent over. “I could be better,” she answered. She was unusually lightly clothed, only wearing a largely oversized shirt that looked more like a dress on her. Normally she wore it and a pair of shorts when she slept, but they could tell she wasn’t wearing the shorts this time.

“You’re bleeding,” Fives observed, pointing to her legs. She looked down and saw a few small trails of blood running down the inside of her legs and she sighed. “I don’t know how I’m going to deal with this, I kind of forgot about it…” she said, her shoulders sagging. She looked sad, her face contorted into one of pain, one hand clutching her abdomen. “C’mere,” Fives bid, waving her over to the edge by them. She barely made it near them when she collapsed onto her knees, groaning in pain.

“What’s wrong, how did you get hurt?” Echo asked. “I’m not hurt, I’m just in a lot of pain,” she replied. The boys looked more confused than before. “It’s a woman thing,” she groaned, nearly bending in half from the pain. “How can we help?” Echo asked. “How do we stop the bleeding?” Fives asked after. “Y-you can’t stop the bleeding and I don’t have anything for the pain so I’ll just have to suffer through it,” she winced. “You’re losing a lot of blood, there has to be a way to stop it,” Fives implied. “I know a recipe for a natural painkiller, stay here and I’ll gather the ingredients,” Echo assured. “I’ll stay with you, cyar’ika,” Fives comforted, “be quick, Echo.” His brother nodded and dove under, swimming off as fast as he could.

Fives put both hands on the ledge and kicked hard with his tail, he launched a couple feet out of the water and turned, landing in a sitting position on the ledge next to her. He put his arm carefully around her back, hoping to comfort her. “Where is the blood coming from? Did you cut yourself on something?” “No, I’ll explain it when Echo gets back, that way I don’t have to do it twice,” she grumbled. “It isn’t natural, is it?” He inquired. She laughed. “I wish it wasn’t but it is.” Fives didn’t understand this but as long as she was calm and had promised to explain later than he would do all he could now to support her.

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Echo was only gone about fifteen minutes, coming back with a container made out of a coconut shell. She was laying down on her side now, facing the water, her eyes squeezed shut in pain. Echo jumped up onto the ledge like Fives and sat on her other side. He grabbed a nearby leaf and smeared a green paste from the container on it. “Cyare, I need to put this on where it hurts,” he explained. She reached her hand out towards him without opening her eyes. "I'll do it." Echo handed over the leaf and she snuck it under her shirt and placed it on her lower stomach. "Now can you tell us what's happening to you?" Fives prodded. She sighed and opened her eyes, "it's going to be hard for you guys to understand." "We'll try our best," Echo encouraged with a smirk.

“Every month,” she started, “for a little less than a week, I bleed from the reproductive organ between my legs.” Fives looked confused and Echo looked shocked. “Why?” They both asked in sync. She chuckled humorlessly, “beats me, that’s just how my body works.” The twins had many questions.

“So, only you have to go through this?”

“Your reproductive organs are between your legs too?”

“Every month, for how many years?”

“Why does it cause you so much pain?”

“What’s the purpose of it?”

“Slow down, slow down, I’ll try and answer all of those,” she said. “Every woman on earth goes through this until they’re much much older. Yes, my reproductive organs are between my legs and on the inside. It causes so much pain because my muscles are trying to squeeze a film out of me. The purpose is...complicated.” Fives huffed in mild annoyance. “You tell us all that and then ignore the last question?”

She rolled her eyes. “My organ expects me to have a baby, so it does all this preparation. When it realizes I’m not having one, it gets angry and has to get rid of all the stuff it got prepared. Which it sheds out through the bleeding.” The boys sat in silence for a few minutes, trying to comprehend what she just told them. “That is complicated,” Echo stated. She nodded. “Whatever this stuff you made is, it’s magical. The pain has been cut in half,” she said thankfully. “We’re glad,” Fives smiled, stroking her hair, “you scared us for a moment there.”

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A couple days later and her pain had subsided leaving only the nonstop bleeding. She had reluctantly stayed near the water’s edge to make the blood easier to clean up and so it wouldn’t get on all her things.

The twins swam to check up on her just before noon. From under the water they could see her feet dangling in the water, kicking back and forth a little bit. Echo smirked and swam up to her, tugging lightly on her toe from below the surface. The last thing he expected her to do was scream and pull herself away from the edge of the water as fast as she could. They surfaced and found her panting and looking terrified, she calmed down when she saw it was them. “You guys gave me a heart attack.”

Fives smiled apologetically. “We’re sorry, cyar’ika. We didn’t mean to scare you.” She seemed to recover before scooting back to them, not as close to the water as she was before. “It’s alright, I’m just...not a huge fan of the water..” The boys frowned. “Why not?” Her shoulders sagged and she suddenly looked sad. “I had a good friend that drowned a year ago, I haven’t liked the water since then..” The boys looked up at her with sympathy in their eyes. “We’re sorry, cyare,” Echo said. She slowly moved back to the edge and lowered her legs back into the water, continuing to wash off the blood stains on her legs.

“Can we touch?” Fives asked innocently. She gave him a suspicious look. “Just your legs, sweetheart. We know you’re not feeling good,” Echo soothed. “I guess,” she sighed, “but no higher than my knees.” The boys crowded next to her legs in the water. Fives gently grabbed her right ankle and rubbed. Echo ran his fingers up and down her calf, gently splashing water on her leg and washing away any blood. Fives slowly placed a chaste kiss to her shin, his hand traveling to her toes. "I've never seen these up close.." he mused.

Fives played with each of her toes, gently moving and bending them to find out how they worked. Echo made sure there was no blood on her legs and that she was clean. She smiled lovingly as she watched them worship her legs. Echo began massaging one foot and Fives copied his movements with her other foot. She hummed happily and Echo kissed her ankle.

"What did I do to deserve you boys?"

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A few more days passed and finally the blood stopped flowing down her legs. She was able to wear pants again without risk of staining them and go about work around her camp. Recently she was trying to make an actual bed as the hammock was getting uncomfortable. Given that she hadn't had much motivation while on her cycle, she decided to venture upstream to the waterfall she had visited a couple times. It was midday and the twins rarely came by around this time so they wouldn't miss her while she was away from her camp.

While she was gone, the twins decided to stop by. They had managed to procure a tuna that morning, a rare feat for them, and wanted to share the large fish with their lovely woman friend. They frowned at the strange silence as they arrived, she wasn’t at her camp which was unusual. “Where is she?” Echo wondered out loud. “You think she’s further in collecting fruit?” Fives questioned. They both looked around for any sign of her. “No, right there,” Echo pointed to the dirt off to the right of the camp. “Footprints, she must have gone upstream.”

“That pool by the waterfall is crystal clear and deep,” Fives said, “if she falls in and can’t swim she could be in danger.” Echo nodded, “go find her, I’ll find a way to stash this tuna so nothing steals or eats it while we’re gone.” Fives dove and took off further up the river in search of her. He was able to swim most of the way, having to drag and lift himself with his arms through shallower parts of the river. He looked up and down the banks on both sides, stopping to listen for any sign of her every now and then. He was almost to the waterfall and had not seen nor heard any sign of her. He was starting to get worried.

Fives dragged and flopped himself through the last shallow pool before the tiny, three foot cascade of water that came from the waterfall pool. Large rocks surrounded the top of the cascade, preventing the water from flowing out of the pool anywhere else. Fives hoisted himself up the small cascade and rested for a moment. Once he caught his breath, he took hold of one of the large rocks and pulled himself up onto it a small amount. Laying on his stomach on the flat, smooth boulder, he was able to see the waterfall and the pool it flowed into.

It wasn’t a big waterfall, only around fourteen feet tall, that rushed over the cliff above and crashed onto the rocks below before flowing into the pool. The crystal clear water made the pool look more shallow than it was, the pool itself wasn’t very big across but was deep. Several rocks jutted into the waterfall, splitting the flow and making the water branch off into smaller, less intense downfalls. Fives observed the serene view before looking around for his friend. He didn’t have to look long before he found her. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open at the sight of her.

She was standing underneath one of the smaller streams flowing off the main waterfall, bare naked. He watched in awe as she ran her fingers through her hair and smoothed her hands all over her body, washing off any dirt and grime. Fives was far enough away that he couldn’t see every detail of her skin but close enough to see the lines and curves of her body. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, he was too enamored. Stars, she was beautiful. He swore under his breath and felt his cock stir beneath it’s barrier.

He heard rocks moving and water splashing behind him but paid no mind. “Did you find her?” Echo asked. Fives didn’t take his eyes off her, just waved his brother up by him and whispered for him to be quiet. Echo made it up and onto the same boulder as Fives, laying next to his brother. Echo looked at him expecting an answer but Fives just nodded to where he could not stop staring. Echo followed his brother’s gaze and gasped as he saw her bathing under the water. “Holy shit..” he whispered, also feeling himself get aroused.

The boys had done enough research to know more about her body and they watched as she ran her hands over her breasts, cupping them for a moment before moving down to her legs. “Gods, she’s fucking gorgeous,” Fives breathed. It was taking all his self control to resist touching himself while watching her. Echo was right beside him and he knew he’d never hear the end of it if his brother caught him. Fives glanced at Echo only to find him rutting slowly against the rock they were laying on, he was clearly just as turned on.

She turned and they were able to get a look at the front of her. Both pairs of eyes landed on the apex of her thighs, they knew she had a different organ than they did but they didn’t know what it looked like until now. The slit between her legs and surrounding plump skin was the same color as the rest of her and they could see the faintest hint of pink peeking out. Something instinctual clicked inside their minds and they knew that’s where they needed to be, their brains telling them they belonged deep between her legs.

Echo took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He was so aroused that his cock would be poking out of the slit in his skin soon if he wasn’t careful. He hadn’t even noticed that his hips were undulating against the smooth surface of the rock, desperate for any kind of friction. He groaned in mild frustration and pleasure. Fives was biting his lip so hard he thought it might bleed soon. He’d tried and failed to keep his hands off himself and resorted to palming the slit where his cock would protrude from soon. “F-fuck me,” he hissed. “Yeah,” Echo agreed, “we need to fuck her sooner than later or I’m going to go insane.” Fives nodded and grunted in agreement.

They both watched as she finished her waterfall shower and carefully climbed down off the rock she had been standing on. She walked casually over to the side of the pool where she had left her clothes. The boys were so lovestruck they didn’t realize just how close she had walked to where they were. She looked around the peaceful area, taking in its beauty and tranquility. The boys just stared at her in wonder as her eyes came to a stop on them. She screamed and snatched a large cloth off the ground quickly wrapping it around her nude form. The boys were startled out of their trance-like state by her scream and they shrunk down a little bit.

“What the hell are you guys doing!” She shouted. “W-we wanted to make sure you w-were alright,” Echo stammered, his movements ceasing as he stayed dead still. “You weren’t at your camp, we thought something happened to you,” Fives said with more confidence than his brother. “I’m fine, why were you watching me shower?” Her voice was still raised and she sounded angry. “We’re sorry, we didn’t know...” he trailed off. Her face was red again and she grabbed her clothes off the ground and ran back towards her camp.

The boys left her and came back when they would usually eat together. “Cyar’ika,” Fives called softly, “we brought food.” She was laying in her hammock with her back to them. “Just leave it there, I’ll eat when I feel like it,” she said gruffly. The twins were saddened by her attitude towards them but they hadn’t known what they were doing was wrong. Their culture was different, nudity and sex were expressed freely and without judgement. They simply hadn’t known any better. Echo sighed and left the fish wrapped in a couple leaves on the ledge. “Cyare, we’re sorry we didn’t know-” Fives cut his brother short by placing a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s not bother her anymore,” he said softly. “Let’s give her some time.”

It went on for several days, they would visit her and she would be gone or want nothing to do with them. It hurt both of them to see their friend ignoring them, they had not even entertained the idea that maybe there were actual feelings involved and that could be the reason she was so upset. The twins respected her and merely left things on the ledge for her, swimming away after delivering food for her.

One such day they both were taking a mixture of oysters and dried kelp to her. They surfaced and saw her working on her raised shelter that had been in progress for some time. She looked over at them and they avoided her gaze, setting the food on the ledge and going to swim away. “Wait!” She called. They both froze and turned to look back at her. “We need to talk...” She walked to the ledge and sat down, sticking her feet in the water. She picked up the food and set it in her lap, patting the ledge on both sides of her, urging them to sit with her.

They cautiously swam over and propelled themselves out of the water to sit on the ledge on either side of her. Fives opened his mouth but she cut him off. “Before you say anything, I want to say I’m sorry for yelling at you both. I overreacted and didn’t really take into account that you may have stumbled upon me by accident.” She separated the food they brought into thirds and gave a portion to each of them. “I thought that you came to spy on me because you wanted nothing more than to sleep with me, I thought you betrayed me.. But now I realize it was an accident and you were both just curious. I, I love you guys, both of you and I don’t want anything to come between us.”

Both of them smiled at her. “We are sorry, cyar’ika. We didn’t know you would be up there and once we saw you...we kind of…couldn’t look away…” Echo explained. “We didn’t know that it was shameful to be naked in your culture,” Fives added, “In our pod, nudity and sex are encouraged and cherished; with any sexual identity or preference.” She nodded slowly, understanding what they were telling her. “How many are there of you, in your...pod,” she asked. “About a dozen of us, all mermen,” Fives answered, “Echo and I are the only ones related.” “Fives has fucked everybody else,” Echo said with a laugh. Fives gave his brother a dirty look, “hey, there is nothing wrong with me liking taking it in the ass.” (Y/N) burst out laughing at his statement.

“What?” He said. “Nothing,” she said, calming down from her laughing fit, “I just love how open you both are about this.” Echo shrugged. “We were raised around it, ever since we reached sexual maturity we’ve been horny maniacs,” he admitted, causing her to laugh again. “I too like being fucked in the ass every now and then.” She stuffed another oyster in her mouth. “How old are you both then?” “Technically we’re nineteen,” Fives grunted, trying to open a persistent oyster shell, “but in human years we’re about twenty-six.” She looked confused. “We age slower than humans,” Echo cleared up.

They sat in silence eating for a couple minutes until she asked another question. “So, you guys have seen me and know how my body works. What about you?” She asked with a mischievous smirk. “I’m assuming you have human genitalia since you mentioned quite fondly that you like getting it in the ass.” It was Echo’s turn to laugh at the teasing tone of voice she used. “We do, yes,” he replied. She looked at their laps and raised a questioning eyebrow at them. Fives set his food aside in favor of talking instead. “You see this slit in my skin?” He asked, pointing to his lap where the genitals would be on a normal human. She nodded, her eyes curious, looking between him and Echo as he explained. “When we get hard, our cocks protrude through this slit. When not in use, it just stays tucked underneath the skin,” Fives explained with a kind smile. “Oh, like a whale,” she said excitedly, happy to understand something about them.

“Yes,” Fives confirmed, “like a whale.” “Except our penises aren’t prehensile,” Echo added, making everyone laugh. She looked at where their human skin blended with their tails. Both the twins' tan skin ombre-ed into the blue color of their tails around their hips, the smooth skin continuing until their mid-thigh where their scales grew from there on down. Around their prominent hip bones and a little past the slit that Fives pointed out was normal skin, albeit blue skin. “Are your dicks blue then?” She asked bluntly. Echo nearly spit out the kelp he was chewing on, making sure to swallow it before laughing along with Fives at her question. “No, they’re not,” Echo answered, “they're the same color as our other skin. I can show you if you-”

“Nope, no thank you,” she said, covering her eyes. They all laughed. She laid back onto the dirt and stared up at the blue sky, watching it turn pink and orange as the sun started setting. She heard one of them sigh happily and looked to find they had both laid back as well. “So, do you forgive us?” Echo asked. “Yes, I forgive you both,” she said, reaching down and taking each of their hands in one of hers. “Oh, and cyar’ika?” Fives voiced.

“Yes?”

“We love you too.”

#star wars fanfiction #star wars the clone wars #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives x reader #arc trooper echo x reader #merman au #domino twins

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laracrofted · 11 months

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supernova

synopsis: in a game of truth or dare, you reveal your dream threesome.

pairings: natasha trace x fem!reader x bob floyd

warnings: 18+ minors dni, ageless blogs that interact will be blocked, explicit smut (f/f/m threesome, oral sex, unprotected sex, blink and miss it choking, sort of dom phoenix, edging, cum eating, orgasm denial, overstimulation) and like, swearing lmao (wc: 3.2K)

notes: a little something something for my fellow bisexuals during pride month 🌈 and yes, i defeated awful writer's block with horniness and so can you 💖

much love to @sushiwriterhere @theharddeck @sometimesanalice and @roosterbruiser for letting me bounce many depraved thoughts off of them and i'm summoning a few people who might be interested: @princessphilly @seresinsweetie @rhettabbotts @lewmagoo @bradshawsbitch @i-wanna-be-your-muse @sebsxphia and also no one look at me

“Anyone would want to sleep with me. I’m the most fuckable person in this room. Ask anyone.”

"What's Hangman so up in arms about now?" Phoenix asks, sounding unimpressed. She leans against the pool cue, waiting for Fanboy to make his shot, and cracks her knuckles with one hand.

You shrug. "Who knows."

Honestly, you can't even remember who made the comment that got him so worked up, so defensive over his own sex appeal. His general fuckability – which as a side note, you're pretty sure is not a real word.

Maybe Rooster, actually probably Rooster.

Regardless, Hangman has decided to make them all suffer the consequences, going on and on and on.

"Fine," Rooster manages, choking down a laugh, almost always given away in the unmistakable twitching of the overgrown ferret on his upper lip. "Go ahead. Ask anyone then, Hangman. This will be good."

You are minding your own goddamn business in the corner of the common room, sipping a canned red wine that isn't half bad for the price. It is sweet, a little bubbly, pleasant.

You press your lips against the cool edge and are in the middle of a sip when Hangman catches your eye, a sharklike gleam in his green eyes.

Is it worse to make eye contact or break it? Is that bears or sharks who see it as a challenge?

And in truth, Hangman is neither. He's more or less harmless with a sometimes sharp bite.

You lower the can, slow and suspicious, narrowing your eyes at him with a raised brow. “Can I help you, Hangman?”

Smirking, Hangman drawls, “You owe me a truth from earlier, ain't that right? You ran out on the game before I could get my question out."

You roll out a red carpet of curses in your brain and swallow another mouthful of the sweet red wine.

You'd gotten a call from the Domino's driver to come down and grab the pizzas from the front door before Hangman could ask whatever pointed – and alarmingly observant – question had popped into his scheming brain.

Everyone else has forgotten the game with some pizza in their stomach and a basketball game on the big screen, but clearly, Hangman has a good memory. Bastard.

"Fine. Hit me with your best shot, Hangman."

Fire away and all that.

His canines are gleaming white. "Who would you most want to have sex with in this room? No, wait, I should give everyone a fair chance of selection. Pick two."

"Together? Or separate?"

His brows raise, and Hangman's smirk deepens. "Well, damn. Someone's a little adventurous." Your eyes are practically slits now, staring him down. "Together. Who would you have a threesome with in this room? And unfortunately, no, I don't have a twin."

“My nightmare,” Phoenix mutters, and Fanboy shakes with silent laughter.

“Hmmm…”

An answer had popped into your head the second that Hangman asked, but in the name of suspense, you pretend to mull it over and really contemplate.

You look around the room. Halo and Fritz are on the sagging couch with Yale and Harvard in the opposite chairs, watching the game too closely to overhear this cursed conversation.

Bob and Fanboy are strategizing in the corner, but Bob is definitely listening. His shoulders don't look quite natural.

Across the pool table, Payback shows you his wedding band with a faux scolding expression. You grin.

“I guess I'd have to pick... Phoenix and Bob."

Rooster absolutely crows with laughter as Hangman goes into a full control-alt-delete shut down and reboot, blankly staring at you with disbelieving eyes and a slack jaw.

Someone should commemorate this moment. Add it to one of the frames in the Ready Room.

"Are you malfunctioning?" You drain the rest of the wine and drop the can into the nearest recycling bin. "You know I'm bisexual, right, Hangman?"

"But Phoenix and Bob?" Hangman splutters, as if recovering from an ordeal with a capital O. "I need the reason. Why would you pick them?"

You glance over at Phoenix, who is regarding both of them with a smug smirk. You don't dare look at Bob right now.

You smile, radiant and knowing, with a “Follow up questions aren’t part of the game, Hangman,” and breeze across the room for another can of wine, patting him on the shoulder.

"So..."

Five or so minutes later, Phoenix sidles up to you and sits on the arm of your chair, ignoring the perfectly good and empty chair in the corner. Her boot brushes against your leg.

She leans in, and Phoenix's familiar vanilla and amber scent washes over you.

"Am I allowed to ask a follow question?" A nod, and Phoenix looks kind of self-satisfied. Kind of smug. "Did you mean it? Or were you just kicking the chair out from under Hangman? Because..." She lowers her voice, all smoke and velvet. "I had fun with you before. Just us."

"Both..." You pause. "I kind of wanted to knock him on his ass, but also, I was very much serious."

Her smile widens, and Phoenix leans in more, brushing the shell of your ear in a puff of warm breath. "Meet me in my room in 20 minutes."

Her canine grazes your earlobe for a brief second.

You blink, dazed, and Phoenix is already walking away.

"What about...?"

What about Bob? is the question on the tip of your tongue, but obviously, you can't call that out in this room. He is still here somewhere.

She looks over her shoulder, dark eyes warm with want and promise, and mouths, "20," with a wink.

A little over 20 minutes later, Phoenix has your wrists pinned down on her soft sheets, nudging under your chin with her slender nose in search of the sensitive spot on the side of your neck.

Her bottom lip drags against it.

You bite down on a moan, and in retaliation, Phoenix bites the spot harder.

"I want to hear you," Phoenix murmurs, an order wrapped in a pretty bow. "You sound so pretty, angel."

She kisses you again and sucks your bottom lip between hers, making it impossible to bite down on.

And with intent, Phoenix slides a smooth thigh between your legs, dragging her knee against the red flash of fabric that covers your cunt and grinds down.

"Come on. Let me hear you."

A drawn out moan escapes your mouth, and right then, Bob walks in.

He closes the door behind him, oblivious, and then, spots you both and freezes.

"Phoenix?" Bob manages, sounding uncertain. His eyes are wide and blue behind the wire frames. "You said 30 minutes, right? Should I – I can come back. We can catch up another time."

Despite the words, Bob doesn't move. He looks down, cheeks pink and flushed, but doesn't move.

"Don't worry, Bob." Phoenix releases your arms and climbs over the edge of the mattress with a smile. Walks over to him in an electric blue bra and underwear set that looks downright radiant against her dark hair.

She looks like a goddess.

"You want him here, don't you, angel?"

She circles behind him, sliding the plaid button-down shirt from his broad shoulders. It crumples to the carpet without resistance as Bob raises his chin and meets your eyes.

"You told me before," Phoenix prompts. "Tell him."

He is watching you, waiting on your answer with bated breath.

A long breath releases from your mouth.

You push up on your elbows, then your knees, wanting to see him more clearly.

“Earlier with Hangman… I wasn't kidding when I said I wanted both of you. I want you – both of you – to fuck me."

His Adam’s apple moves as Bob swallows, sudden and hard.

He looks surprised. He shouldn't be.

He's always felt a little out of reach, so damn nice. You didn’t want to freak him out – or worse, offend him with a casual invitation to very casually fuck your brains out and maybe, let you suck his cock before or afterward.

You’re not picky. Whatever works for him.

You were pretty sure Bob was at least a little interested, but now... Bob only stares.

Phoenix gives him a gentle push and strolls over to the record player. She looks casual and languid, flipping through the records, but you're not so fooled. She's giving him a moment alone with you.

"Phoenix and I have... before, but I want you as much as I want her. Do you want me? is the only question, I guess."

He coughs into his elbow, messing with his lenses, which are fogging every so slightly. "I do. You're very pretty and nice, and I've... I mean, I do want you."

A smile dimples your cheek. "Oh, I'm pretty and nice, am I?"

"Shut up," Bob mutters under his breath with a slight smile. His ears are a little red.

You reach out and pull him closer to the mattress, pulling until Bob has to plant a knee on the edge to keep his balance. He watches you with wide eyes and says your name in a rush of breath – like a sharp wind over the ocean – and leans in, gravitating.

He cups your chin, slow and careful, pulling you in for a slow kiss that fizzles in your bloodstream like champagne. He is still giving you ample time to pull back and change your mind.

You deepen the kiss, even as Bob holds back.

You're still not sure Bob believes you.

Music swells from the corner, slow and sultry and sensual, as Phoenix settles behind you. She unlatches your bra and pushes it from your shoulders, running her fingers in soothing circles over the muscles.

She reaches between you and him, moving to cup your breasts, but at the last second, Phoenix skims her hand down the curve of your stomach and down and down, dipping under the waistband of your panties.

Clever fingers glide through your wetness, glancing off your clit in a tease that makes you whimper into Bob's mouth. A satisfied hum vibrates your back.

"So wet already, darling. We haven't done anything other than kiss you. You must really want us," Phoenix murmurs, warm against your ear, licking the sensitive patch of your neck again. "Come here, Bob."

She pulls you back from him with a hand around your throat – squeezing once, hard enough to make you feel light all over – and puts her glistening fingers in his open mouth.

His moan makes you even wetter.

You watch, breathless, as Bob closes his eyes and licks your taste from her fingers. His pupils are blown, eyes almost black, when Bob opens his eyes again.

His groan against your mouth is a rough sound, drawn out and unrepentant. He kisses you like religion, like a prayer.

Phoenix's voice is smug in your ear. "He believes me now."

You've been paired with Bob and Phoenix on enough exercises to know that the Naval aviators are an unstoppable pair in the air, cutting through the skies with grace and precision.

You'd imagined – more than once – that Bob and Phoenix would be an unstoppable pair in the bedroom as well. Sue you, okay? Who wouldn't?

Phoenix had been a force on her own, pinning you down and making your thighs shake over her shoulders; coaxing you to the edge and kicking you over without warning with a razor sharp smile that bordered on mean.

Bob always seemed so quiet. Seemed so unassuming.

But Bob dated, and on the one and only occasion the WSO brought a date back to the shared apartment complex, all of the Daggers had heard about the dying cat sounds that'd been loud enough to bleed through the walls. Hangman had been relentless.

You were seemingly the only one who could put the admittedly horrendous moaning aside and remember the other sounds.

(Oh, oh, Bob, oh, Bob. Fuck me. So good.)

You knew Phoenix was good in bed.

You had a feeling about Bob.

Together?

You were absolutely and without a shadow of a doubt right.

Phoenix is in the backseat for once but never ever on the sidelines. She seems to sense that the WSO might still need more reassurance, might need some control to feel wanted here.

She focuses on you, nibbling your neck and pinching your aching nipples, as Bob rests on the red and orange pillows, watching you swallow his cock, mesmerized.

You pull back, keeping him half in your mouth and circling his base with your hands, and run your tongue along the sensitive underside of him.

He bobs in your mouth, letting out a rough curse.

"Are you sure?" Bob had asked before, stilling the hands that were reaching for his zipper, running a thumb across the veins at the base of your wrist. "We can start with something else. I don't want you to feel pressure."

"Positive. I've wanted to suck your cock for about six months now."

He blinked, looking even more owlish with his glasses on the nightstand. "Six months? You've only been here for like six months."

You cut in, "And I wanted to suck your cock the whole damn time. Any other questions?"

He audibly swallowed, and Phoenix grinned.

You could easily get lost in him – lose minutes, even hours with the weight of him on your tongue and the sound of his broken moans in your ears – but Phoenix is too impatient to let that happen.

She nudges your soaked underwear to the side and pushes one, two, three of her fingers inside of you. You're wet enough that Phoenix doesn't meet any resistance.

"She's so fucking wet for you, Bob. Jesus Christ," Phoenix moans. A wet kiss is pressed into the curve of your shoulder, against the nape of your neck. "Should I make her come?"

God... and Phoenix says it like, What do you think, Bob? Am I clear? Should I take the shot?, in the same voice from the air. Asking him to weigh the pros and cons. Deferring to his decision.

You'll never be able to be paired with them on a drill again and not remember.

You would breathe a sigh of relief when Bob nods, except for... well, obvious reasons. You swallow around him, and Bob leaks against the back of your throat.

You're already aching, and Phoenix is pressing the heel of her palm against your clit. Pleasure is building in the pit of your stomach, and you need, you need, you –

"Or..." Phoenix drawls, easing up on the pressure, all casual and unaffected. She works you open, steady and constant, pinching the thigh that tries to rock you against her hand. "I could edge her for you. Make her wait to come on your cock."

God, Phoenix can be mean in bed. You'd almost forgotten.

You kind of hate her for it right now.

(You really don't.)

You whimper around Bob's cock and clench around Phoenix's fingers at the same time, digging your nails into the pale skin of Bob's muscular thighs, already bruised with a small love bite from earlier.

An abrupt fuck spills from Bob's bitten lips.

He pulls out of your mouth without warning, squeezing a hand around his base and screwing his eyes closed to keep from coming right then and there.

"Jesus Christ, Phoenix."

"So Bob seems to like that idea," Phoenix observes, almost conspiratorially. Her fingers catch your chin. "What about you, pretty girl? You want to come now or on Bob's cock?"

You are a little out of breath but no less certain.

"Do I even have to answer that?"

As a reward, Phoenix slips her tongue in your mouth and starts all over again, ever careful to pull back at the exact right moment when your breaths are short and your gaze is glassy and unfocused.

You are shaking and warm all over when Phoenix is satisfied, running her fingers through the arousal that slicks the inside of your thighs, underwear long discarded on the floor somewhere now.

"Can I..."

You are on your back now, and Bob leans over and sucks your nipples in his mouth. You lose focus, running your fingers over the hard length of him, smearing his pre-cum over the head.

"Can you what?" Phoenix prompts, ghosting a knuckle over your swollen clit. You quiver.

"I want to eat you out. Didn't get to do that last time, remember?"

You seize Bob's shoulder, keeping him pressed against your chest, and Bob makes a pleased sound, content to lavish your breasts with licks and nibbles right now.

You continue, "I want to eat you out while Bob fucks me."

"Well," Phoenix replies, breezily, brushing her hair over her shoulder and bends to suck on your other nipple. "We can probably make that work."

"Fuck," Bob breathes again.

You've never heard him curse so much, not even in actual missions.

A content sigh pushes everything else from your brain.

You lick at Phoenix again, licking a stripe up the center of her cunt, drowning in the warmth and silk, as Bob pushes into you from behind, bare and hard and so goddamn big.

Fuck is right.

"God..." Bob moans against your damp skin, pulling out and easing back in again. His accent comes out in bits and pieces, smoothing the edges from his words. "Feel so good. S'good for me. So good for us, darlin'."

You melt at the praise and nuzzle deeper into Phoenix with a sigh of pleasure, circling her clit with a content hum that makes her breath go all uneven and shuddering.

Satisfaction slides down your spine, warm and consuming.

You could stay here for hours between them. You would.

She's quick to instruct and correct, but once you're in a rhythm with your fingers hooked inside, Phoenix is nothing but moans and sighs and oh god, so good, oh god.

She comes in your mouth with a sharp gasp and rolls out from under you, which leaves Bob with enough room to double his efforts now.

He presses praise against your neck, circling his fingers around your clit with precision and attention; urging you to come for him with gentle pleas and deep thrusts and blissfully, a well-placed palm against your aching cunt.

You shatter around him as Bob spills inside of you.

Oh my god are the only words that are forming in your head right now. You want to say something else.

Holy shit maybe.

We should definitely do that again even.

But Phoenix doesn't give you even a second of peace.

"You're a mess, angel," Phoenix comments, light and almost mocking. She spreads your legs wide and looks you over. "Let me."

You expect Phoenix to wipe you down, but instead, Natasha presses her mouth against your sensitive cunt.

Stars erupt in your vision. Galaxies.

She licks and licks every inch of you, holding down your shaking legs, until you come again, damn near crying from the overstimulation, shuddering.

Wetness dampens the sheets underneath you, and Phoenix licks the cum that drips down your legs, some yours, some Bob's, and kisses you right on the mouth.

You definitely mean to get your clothes and pee and everything after, but Bob is warm against your side. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck and passes out with an arm across your chest.

Sleep pulls you under soon after.

Phoenix is the first one to leave the bed and even then, only to put on a quieter record and go right back.

note: is she the filthiest smut piece i've ever written? maybe. she's named after red wine supernova by chappell roan, which is so fun and so queer and worth a listen 💖 leave a comment before i regain an ounce of shame.

#bob floyd fic #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #robert floyd smut #bob floyd smut #phoenix x reader #natasha trace x reader #natasha trace x you #natasha trace smut #natasha trace fic #bob floyd x reader x natasha trace #laracrofted writes #bob fucks #fic: bob floyd #fic: natasha trace

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year

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Hotel Room

PAIRING: Tangerine x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 2392

SUMMARY: changing plans midway into a mission in Tokyo- you, Tangerine and Lemon decide to stay in a hotel instead of taking the bullet train.

TAGS/WARNINGS: 18+ only. dry humping, pinv, unprotected sex, pull out. no use of y/n MINORS DNI.

A/N: this is my first post and im a little scared to post it, so please plz be kind. I tried to keep it as accurate as possible, however I accidentally made Tangerine kinder than I had originally planned and changed some things about the film plot so it doesn’t create a domino effect in this- aka Tan dying

rewritten 09/12/23 - no change to the plot, just made it less crap

"I don't think we should be getting this train," you mutter like you were talking to yourself, eyes darting across the busy platform of the station. "Guys?" you repeat, turning to see only Lemon behind you. "I don't think we should get this train."

"Yeah?" Lemon hums, sounding distracted.

"I have a bad feeling. The next one is in thirty minutes. I say we wait," you respond, wary eyes glancing around.

Tangerine joins you both, looking over the tickets he just collected. "What's that now?" he questions, brows furrowed.

"I got intel someone I used to know might be on here," you murmur, avoiding the Twins' focused gaze.

"Like an ex?" Tangerine prods, his tone slightly cautious.

"No— stop it. I'm being serious," you emphasise, eyes squinting to show your annoyance.

Usually, when others act possessive around you, you'd turn the other way - having no interest in games. But when you talk about other guys in front of Tangerine, you'd often notice how his forehead vein would subtly protrude, like he was bubbling with rage from the inside - keeping it hidden. Though you'd always notice. It wasn't hard to tell when he was jealous. His quick, snappy comments are often the main giveaway.

"Alright, alright. Keep'ya knickers on, bellend," he scoffs, crossing his arms and widening his stance as if he was trying to intimidate you - which it doesn't.

"Okay, so, you remember Johannesburg? When we saw that guy— dirty blonde, mid-length hair? Facial hair? Yellow outfit. Looked like a prisoner? That one?"

"No, not really," Lemon adds, shaking his head - looking clueless.

"Lemon. You shot him— a few times."

"No, not ringing a bell," he continues, just as clueless as before. "Oh, you mean Joburg?"

Tangerine pipes in, sighing. "Yes, you daft fuck."

"Well, I was just checking."

"Yeah, but it ain't important now, is it?" the twins bicker, overlapping each other.

"Oh my god," you mutter, rubbing the bridge of your nose. "Right, anyway, none of that's important. I used to work with him— Ladybug, like way way way back. I got a tip-off he's gonna be getting this train, and he's clearly been assigned to snatch that case," you nod to the silver briefcase tucked under Lemon's arm.

"We can keep the case safe. We got hired for that reason," Tangerine adds, subtly reassuring you.

"No, no. That doesn't matter. He's seeing a new therapist, and he's got some weird fate, destiny thing protecting him— like everyone except him gets hurt. I dunno about you, but I don't really feel like getting shot at again today."

You look between the brothers, eyes softening like you are talking without words - telling them things to make them take your side, to make them see that you're trying to protect them. You find it harder to pull away from Tan's fixed blue gaze, feeling strangely hypnotised under his attention.

"Okay," Tangerine agrees simply. "We'll wait," he nods, extending his hands towards you, resting them on your shoulder as if he's comforting you - telling you in his own way that everything will be okay. He rips his hands away when he hears a cough from beside him - Lemon suspicious at the placement.

The kind gesture wasn't long-lived, but it helped. A lot.

You suggest staying in a nearby hotel for the night, offering to try again in the early hours of the morning. The case would be safe, and that's what mattered.

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You and the twins walk into the quiet hotel lobby, asking for three rooms - preferably all next door to each other. Once collecting the key cards, you make your way up to your floor, letting yourselves into your rooms with a quick nod to one another, silently saying goodnight.

After the nonstop events of today, all you wanted was to shower. To wash away the grime of the day, literally.

You throw your overnight bag on the floor and do a quick sweep of the room to check it's safe, then head into the bathroom, stepping into the shower to begin a lengthy wash.

Afterwards, you pat yourself dry with a fluffy hotel towel, dressing in an oversized tee when you hear a few rhythmic knocks at the door. You look through the peephole to see a wet, curly-haired, ‘stached man - there was only one person that could be.

You tug on the hem of your t-shirt, covering your exposed thighs as you open the door, greeted by Tangerine on the other side wearing a baggy tee and a pair of boxers.

His eyes leisurely travel over you, slowly pulling away from your thighs that you subtly tried to hide. He coughs, clearing his throat like he's refocusing, diverting his attention from your lower half back to your fresh face.

"Just doing bed check. And you are... ahem," he masks the pause in another cough. "You are accounted for. So that's. That's good."

"Right, okay," you murmur, purposely keeping your gaze fixed on his face - stopping your eyes from glancing lower.

He hesitates, lingering like that wasn't all he knocked for. You wanted to invite him in. To hang out for a bit. But you get all finicky and squirrely when it's just the two of you, and you never know what to say or do. It was like you couldn't think straight, his aftershave and biceps acting like a barrier in your brain. Besides, it's not like anything can happen between you anyway - he didn't like you in that way.

He clears his throat once more, scratching the back of his neck. "My tv ain't working. I don't wanna watch Lem's shit, so can I watch some in your room?"

Letting out a small puff of a sigh, you agree and move aside, allowing him to walk past. He settles in almost instantly, shimmying himself under the covers and flicking through the channels, trying to find something good to watch.

You sit down awkwardly beside him, leaving a safe and comfortable gap between you, subtly scootching away when he moves closer to you.

"What's up with you? You're being well weird," he asks, diverting his attention from the Japanese game show to you, looking over you with furrowed brows.

"I'm not being weird. You're being weird," you divert, crossing your arms over yourself, trying to minimise space. "Just trying to get comfy."

"That's cos'ya hanging off the bed, knobhead. Get closer, then."

He swiftly pulls you closer, gently dragging you towards him so that both of you are leaning against the headboard, his arm draped over your shoulder.

It was the complete opposite of what you were trying to accomplish - now smushed up close to his side, forced to smell his masculine shower gel. You had no idea what to do with yourself.

You have only been this close in proximity a few times. And on those occasions, one of you would always be drunk - never to be brought up again. But when you're sitting so close to him, both completely sober, your brain can't help but stir up those feelings you've been trying to suppress.

Lewd and vulgar thoughts spiralled around when you feel the steady sound of his heartbeat against your arm, everything so casual and natural - like everything was a breeze with him. Your mind begins to wander when you feel him shift beside you, legs spreading, groin adjusting like he was making himself comfortable - like he was situating himself in your bed for the night.

In your line of work, you don't often experience genuine human interactions - ones that are soft and gentle, ones filled with tender love and care. Every encounter lately has ended in a blood bath - literally.

So when you feel Tangerine's hand slip into yours, you can't help but overthink it. It was so unlike him to physically show how he felt, so it was tricky not to question his motives.

His thumb swipes over your hand, softly squeezing yours, so you decide to look up at him, but he is already focused on you - the tv a mere thought away. The way he looked at you was so unexpected, so different to all the other times.

All you could offer under his concentrated attention was a faint and gentle smile, nose softly scrunching as you held his gaze. He returns with a boyish grin, tache twitching with the movement.

You momentarily break eye contact, quickly glancing down at his lips. You thought you were sneaky, but the way his breathing ever so slightly faltered told you otherwise.

He slowly leans towards you, his movements articulate and calculated as he pulls you in for a kiss, working over your lips carefully and considerately. His large palms nestling on the side of your face, cupping your cheeks as he deepens the kiss - everything turning somewhat desperate. Hasty.

His mouth travels away from your slightly bruised lips, now working along your jaw and down the side of your neck. Muttering faint groans into your skin as you tug on the damp curls at the back of his head - holding him close to you.

Tangerine's movements remain dominant. In charge. Guiding you and bringing you down the bed, laying you flat on your back so he can situate himself between your spread legs - hovering atop of you with his chest pressed to yours.

His cock feels firm against you, tucked and slotted perfectly between your thighs, nudging and brushing your clit with every subtle move he makes.

It wasn't long before you found yourself whimpering into his mouth and toying with your hips, the dry humping working you up more than you had thought.

He parts from your lips, looking into your hazy, blissed-out eyes -ones that mirror his own- and begins to lazily push up your tee, stroking up your stomach, exposing just what he wanted to see; plushy tits and cute soft tummy.

You help him out of his t-shirt, wanting to see more. Eager fingers trailing over the contours of his stomach before pulling him back to you, his happy trail brushing against your abdomen - chests sandwiched together.

He trails a faint line of kisses down your neck and along your collarbone as he slips himself from your grasp, sitting on his knees between your thighs. He picks up your hand, sliding his gold rings onto your fingers. "Look after these for me, would'ya?" he whispers, kissing the back of your hand.

It's then that he finally slips a hand between your legs, faintly trailing up and down your slit, teasing you as he palms his cock through his tented boxers, circling over the wet patch of fabric - right by his head.

His gaze remains lidded, lazily looking over you as he dips his hand into the waistband, rolling over his aching cock a couple of times. Your eyes respond pleadingly, silently begging him to hurry up.

Your keen fingers make haste movements, brushing over his boxers like you were trying to strip them from him - doing his job for him.

He answers your prayers and tugs down the fabric, flinging his briefs to the edge of the bed, letting his thick, hard cock spring free. He grips himself at the base, guiding his head towards your slick hole - rimming his tip around before slowly easing in.

He goes slow, steady. Like he has all the time in the world. Letting you adjust and accustom his size, deeply filling you. Bottoming out.

With his cock stuffed inside, he leans over you once more, hovering over you and caging you to the mattress - your arms and legs clinging onto him, wrapping around him like a monkey on a tree.

"Fuck me," Tangerine blabbers, voice hoarse and incoherent. Hot grunts against your throat as he winds into you, cock grinding inside you. "Christ."

He brings his hands up to your face, cupping your cheeks, holding you still so he can lap over your lips, swallowing your whimpers - your sweet pretty sounds muffling against his tongue.

Your touch mirrors his, moving your hands from his back to hold either side of his face, pushing away a stray curl that fell. Holding him close. Keeping him there.

Tangerine quickens the pace, fucking into you a little better. More deliberatly. The curve of his cock rubbing against your gummy walls in the most sinful way.

He chases your release, wanting to feel you shudder and tighten around him - wanting to feel you cum on his cock. So, he parts from your lips and trails messy open kisses over your cheek, halting when he reaches under your ear.

"You feel so perfect wrapped around me— you're so perfect," he hazily whispers, talking low. "God— yeah, that's it," he nods slowly, encouraging you. "You're right there, pretty girl. I can feel it."

With his soft praise, you find yourself gripping onto his dick, tightly clamping around him as you cum. Moaning sweet cries senselessly into the crook of his neck.

Your release triggers his own, pumping his thick, warm load onto your stomach, biting back broken groans as he milks the rest of his cum onto your jittering tummy.

He leans back over you once more, placing a lingering kiss on your lips before pushing himself off the bed, heading for the bathroom.

Returning with a lusty smile and a wet washcloth, he sits on the edge of the bed beside you, gently wiping it over your stomach before doing the same with his cock, rubbing the fabric over his leaking, messy tip.

"We should've done that years ago," you whisper, flattening your tee down your stomach.

"Fuckin' years ago," he coyly grins, raking back his now-dried curls.

Your smile widens, meeting his eyes. "You, uh... you can stay over? If you want... so you— you can watch tv?" you offer, trying to persuade him - finding a reason for him to stay.

"For the tv," he chuckles, nodding. Playing along

He slips into the bed beside you, tugging the covers up and settling himself next to you. His large, warm arms find you under the sheets, holding you to his side.

"We got an early start. Get some sleep, love," he whispers, placing a delicate kiss on your temple. "Goodnight."

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sailorkamino · 11 months

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your pet name [cody, fives, rex, wolffe]

relationships: gn reader x clones

warnings: bastard siblings, clone death/malevolence incident

his pet name

cody

• "cyar'ika! what were you thinking? do you enjoy giving me stress ulcers?"

• mando'a for beloved. a classic. i headcannon the oldest clones are the most fluent in mando'a so i think it comes out when he's emotional. usually when he's angry or comforting a vod. the first time the pet name slips out he's scolding you for getting hurt, so worked up he doesn't realize he's flip flopping between languages. meanwhile waxer is recording everything in the corner.

fives

• "you must be a blaster, becuase i'm stunned, baby."

• fives starts flirting with you right upon meeting you, dropping cheesy pick up lines from romance comics (that he definitely doesn't read in private.) from any other man they would be cringeworthy but from fives? they still are, but you can't help but grin. he's confident but self aware enough to laugh at himself. he often spices up classic pet names by adding stuff like 'my pretty' to make you feel even more special.

rex

• "how was your day, love?"

• the biggest softie in private. and in public. this man adopted the domino twins after knowing them for like an hour, he has a big heart. at first he'll only be romantic when you're alone because he doesn't want give anyone teasing material. he's a very serious captain after all. but the longer you're together the more natural his affection becomes. the jokes are annoying but he doesn't get actually mad until jesse calls you love.

wolffe

• "hey bunny, missed me?"

• losing so many vode at the beginning of the war has made wolffe very protective and honest with his affections. he doesn't want to leave anything unsaid. even though he's known for being intimidating he isn't agaisnt pda. he likes knowing you're all his and no one is brave enough to tease wolffe (except for boost, sinker, and his cc batchmates.) even they're hesitant. wolffe is 100% the feral middle child waiting for a reason to snap.

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coffeeandbatboys · 2 months

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Dumbass (Fives x Reader)

Because Fives is def a dumbass. This is really short. Like me.

Warnings: medbay, mention of mild injury, Hardcase is a warning. What the hell Fives might as well be a warning too.

“Kix, I swear to the maker somebody better be dying at this hour.” You groaned, slapping the button on your comm and blinking the sleep from your eyes.

“Fives-“

You jumped up, already headed for the door. “Had better not be dying.” You cut him off.

Kix laughed. “Just a mild injury. He’s asking for you though. I’ll let him and the boys explain what happened.”

“I’m on my way.”

When you eventually got up to the medbay, you saw Fives seated on one of the beds, surrounded by Echo, Kix and Hardcase. A med patch was adhered to his forehead right next to his tattoo.

“Fives, Dear, what the hell did you do? You sighed, resting your hands on either side of where he sat on the bed.

“Well, uh, Mesh’la.” He stammered with a blush and a shy smile. “Hardcase and I, sorta had a bet? And….I think I lost.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You did, huh? Wanna tell me what said bet was about?”

He blushed a little harder, out of embarrassment you assumed.

Echo spoke first.

“In my defense I told him not to do it.”

You turned to Hardcase with a questioning look. He snickered before falling into a fit of giggles.

“He said he could hang upside down on the bunk with just his feet. I told him no way.”

You rolled your eyes and turned to look at Fives. This man was going to be the death of you.

“Honey, you’re a dumbass.”

He leaned forward to nudge your nose with his. “I’m your dumbass though.”

You smirked. “I don’t know how much more of it I can take.”

“Well then. Guess I’ll have to come up with something good to keep you around.”

Before you had a chance to respond, he pulled you forward and gave you a kiss.

“I suppose that’ll work for now.” You smiled. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

He smiled again. “I’m lucky I’ve got you.”

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toska-writes · 1 year

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Hello!

In your 'Random Headcannons' you talked a bit about Rex falling asleep and I was wondering if you could write a fic about it? Maybe the reader finds him sleeping somewhere, joins him, then more and more join until it's a big pile of people on the floor and someone walks by and is like "What the??" If you can't, that's okie dokie.

Have a lovely day,

-V

I loved writing this so much! Hope you enjoy!

“Can’t beat ‘em, Join ‘em”

Summary: Over taken by sleep the only thing you wanted to do next was to close your eyes- no matter where that may be

Pairing: Captain Rex x GN Reader (platonic!)

Warning: None just tooth rotting fluff!

Word count: 1117

Notes: loved this one! But I should really follow suit and go to bed myself!

The only noise aboard the Dominator was the quiet hum of the ship currently going through hyperspace and the small noise of the lights.

Everyone aboard seemed to disappear- this normally happened after longer missions and frankly all you wanted to do was get to your room a take a fat nap.

You feet dragged on the floor as you practically leaned against the wall.

You could have been asleep an hour ago if Kix didn’t think it was necessary that you stoped in the med bay first. In your book it wasn’t broken if you could still move it.

You groaned as you turned yet another hallway, this ship wasn’t this big when you boarded it mere rotations ago. Was it?

There was a small alcove just up ahead, you nearly missed the small noises that came hidden behind the wall.

You were already walking that way why not just take a quick peek- maybe it could be a wonderful place to just rest your eyes for a moment.

Someone clearly had the same idea as you. You came to a stop and leaned up against a corner was none other than captain Rex.

His mouth hung slightly open and his arms were crossed tightly on his chest. Rex looked almost peaceful, the lines that were normally engraved into his forehead seemed to disappear masked by sleep.

You let out a small chuckle just watching the captain, it wouldn’t hurt anyone if you joined him right?

Plus if Rex was sleeping you knew that you better be too. This was the longest time you ever seen him with his eyes closed, excluding when he was sighing and scolding the domino twins or when he was unconscious.

Some of his upper armor was tossed to the side a little bit away from him. Taking the free spot you saw your limbs almost thanked you as you started to try and snuggle up by Rex.

He stirred for a second and opened one sleepy eye to look in your direction.

“I’m sorry go back to sleep please.” You whispered squeezing your way between his arm and his torso.

He threw a careless arm over you pulling you in and mumbled a very unintelligible “Night kid.”

Your head now rested on his chest, the slow constant pounding of his heart lulled you almost to sleep. The warmth that radiated off of all the clones was perfect compared to the coolness of the floors and wall.

Sleep welcomed you like it never had before and you gratefully took it. Wrapped in the dark blanket of sleep.

Fives practically leaned all his weight onto his brother that walked next to him. Echo trying to keep both of them up was having a little bit of trouble.

After this mission the duo decided to get a celebratory snack- but not accounting for the fatigue it also brought along that snack was slipping further and further away.

As they turned another corner what stoped Echo right in his tracks was a pair of legs that stuck out .

He heard Fives groan as well as he immediately reached for his blaster, hoping that he didn’t need to take it out of the holster.

He really just wanted to sleep. Was that too much to ask?

Now coming around the corner was a sight to behold. The captain and commander were practically passed out on the ground.

Echo looked up to see what Fives thought of all this and was met with a small smirk that said it all.

With a small nod from his brother Echo took out his data pad and quickly snapped a photo giggling slightly.

“So are we just going to leave them there or…” Echo trailed off putting the data pad away but Fives already had a plan of his own.

He started to take off some of his armor as well then sunk to the floor. Searching for a second he seemed to find the perfect spot on the floor with his head resting in Rex’s lap.

“If you can’t beat ‘em join ‘em vod.” Fives yawned and then gestured for Echo.

Echo didn’t have the energy to say anything more, clearly you all needed sleep if neither of you stirred when Fives joined the group.

Echo found his own spot between yours and Rex’s legs with his own head nearly touching Fives.

Behind him Echo felt you shift a little praying to the maker he didn’t wake you up. But all you did was pull him into you tighter with your free arm.

Small snores now filled the hall from a very tired commander, captain, and two arc troopers huddled together on the floor.

Anakin was finally released from the med bay. It was strange though that he has yet to run into anyone else.

He stared out the window for a second, the stars that shot swiftly passed put him into a daze. He wobbled for a moment realizing just how tired he was.

Anakin turned down a corridor, just wanting to see if you made it back to your quarters ok before returning to his own. Sure he could comm you but if that woke you up he’d never hear the end of it.

He made a few more turns, now all he wished was for the lights to go out and he could be peacefully tucked into bed where nothing could bother him.

“What the-“

As he turned once again his path was now blocked. In the middle of the halls he found many troopers asleep? They had to be, many of their mouths hung open and everyone seemed to be cuddled up together. Snores- some louder (*cough cough Hardcase) echoed through the vacant hall.

Anakin came a few steps closer, a large smile decorated his face as he found most of the 501st together here in this corridor

Towards the back he noticed you and Rex and the peaceful expressions sleep painted over your faces was enough to put him at ease.

Stepping over a few troopers and nearly dodging a arm to the shin by Jesse Anakin found a nice corner spot where he could comfortably lay his head on your shoulder.

He was happy in this moment. Truly happy. Many people he cared so much about for better or for worse seemed almost at ease here together.

They’d have to start a tradition for the next campaigns to come- this was a wonderful way to make sure many of the soldiers got the sleep they deserved.

But for now the only thing anyone had to worry about was falling asleep. That or trying to figure out how to get through the hallway.

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dangraccoon · 1 month

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Dnd and clones make brain go brr, so thank you!

I rolled a 10, Echo, 9. "I'm ready to try again if you are", and a 16. Forced proximity (great rolls for once)

I was thinking maybe they dated before the citadel, and after they reunite he's all cold and insecure and forced proximity gets them actually talking again? hehe she/her or gn is fine!

I'm Different

Echo x F!Reader (no gender or pronouns described)

~ Echo - "I'm ready to try again if you are" - Forced Proximity ~

Author’s Note: here you go, anon!! I hope it was what you’re looking for! And feel free to send more if you’d like 💛😁

Warnings: mentions of canon character deaths, partial cave in, restricted space (not very tight), body image issues

Mando'a Guide: Mesh'la - beautiful

From the moment you’d met him, you knew Echo would be the love of your life. He was kind, smart, and very handsome. He’d swept you off your feet the moment you first met when you’d joined the 501st, coming onto you with some cheesy pick-up line Fives had dared him to use. It hadn’t worked, of course, but the sheepish way he’d apologized and started a real conversation had won you over.

Losing him was the hardest thing you’d ever had to endure in your life. You found comfort with Fives, finding solace in that friendship. But then he was gone, too. Your heart had been so heavy, looking at the other men who so resembled your lost love and friend.

Even though their personalities varied from man to man, you still saw them. You saw Echo’s strict adherence to the regulations that only lasted up until Fives gave him that look that could only mean “I’m going to do something crazy, and you’re coming with me.” You saw Fives’ fierce determination that was always softened by Echo’s cool, calm, and collected demeanor. You saw the domino twins in every pair of troopers you met. That is, until you met them.

Clone Force 99 was… different to say the least. You’d met them very briefly before they’d left with Rex for a mission. Rex would only describe this mission to you as “need-to-know”, and for that, he’d gotten one of your “death glares” as Echo and Fives had called it. You saw Kix and Jesse shudder out of the corner of your eye before you stormed off. Ever since you’d been stationed with the 501st, you knew everything. Some of the shinies even thought you to be the natborn version of an ARC. The radio silence you were receiving was unusual.

You endured days of nothing until one day you’d cornered Kix, demanding to know what was going on. He’d sighed deeply, then wordlessly led you back through the compound to a wing of the medical bay.

A pale clone sat on the edge of one of the beds, covered head to artificial foot in machinery, being beeped at by several droids.

You stared at the man, something familiar stirring in your chest, and even though the man never noticed you, you knew in the very depths of your soul that it was Echo - your Echo.

It had been months since you transferred with Echo to the Bad Batch. The odd group of clones had pulled you both in with open arms, despite being a “reg” and a “nattie”. You’d gone on countless missions, one after the other, always busy, but something was throwing you off.

Despite having reacquainted with your lost lover, Echo was different. He was polite and somewhat cordial with you like you were any other natborn. He might not have known it, but it was breaking your heart.

“What’s wrong with me?” you asked him. He had wandered further into the cave the squad had set up camp inside, claiming to want to get away from Wrecker and Tech’s snoring. He hadn’t heard you following him.

He startled, desperately avoiding your gaze. “I’m not sure what you mean,” he muttered.

“You’ve been avoiding me since Anaxes,” you stated bluntly. “I know it’d been years since you’d seen me and a lot was going on back then, but Echo, it’s been months and you can barely even look at me unless it’s a necessity.”

Echo finally met your eyes, noticing the tear slipping down your cheek. He sighed. “I’m not trying to-”

Suddenly, there was a rumbling in the ground. The whole cave shook around you, knocking you to your knees.

Rocks fell all around you, cutting off the tunnel back to the others and the opening of the cavern.

Echo pulled you to your feet milliseconds before a large jagged boulder fell, barely missing you.

A moment later, the rumbling stopped. Hunter began calling you and Echo over the comms. “Are you two okay?”

“We’re alright,” Echo answered, already pushing at the rocks blocking the two of you from reaching the rest of the group. “But we’re boxed in.”

He gave a hard shove to one of the large rocks, moving it just a little. With its shift came a downpouring of rocks that would’ve hit him had you not grabbed the backplate of his armor, yanking him away.

“Don’t attempt to move anything,” Tech warned. “The structural integrity of the cave is questionable at best.”

“Sit tight until we find another way out for you,” Hunter ordered.

“Kriff,” you swore, plopping down onto the ground.

Echo sat as well, though you could tell he was uncomfortable.

“Don’t worry; the others will find a way out of this place,” you sniffed, scowling at the ground. “You won’t have to be stuck with me for long.”

You could feel his eyes on you, but you didn’t look up as you tried to hold back the tears gathering in yours.

“I didn’t mean to-” he started but cut himself off with a sigh. “There’s nothing wrong with you.”

Your head lifted to meet his gaze. “What?”

“You haven’t changed much, despite everything,” he explained. “You’re still kind and smart. Still a hell of a fighter and… hell, somehow you’ve gotten more beautiful.”

You felt your cheeks warm. “Then why-”

“Because I’m different,” he asserted. “The Separatists took me and used my brain. They- they changed me. Turned me into this.” He gestured to the replaced portions of his body with his scomp. “And they- they nearly broke me.”

“Echo-”

“And you don’t deserve it. You don’t deserve any of this,” he growled. “You deserve someone who can hold you, who can take care of you. You deserve a person, not a thing like me.”

Your tears were flowing freely down your cheeks now, washing away the dirt that clung to your face, leaving streaks as they went. “Echo,” you whispered, gently touching his arm. He still didn’t look at you. You scoffed. “Stars, you’re stupid.”

You thought he might’ve broken his neck with how fast he turned to face you, his expression a textbook example of shock.

You chuckled. “Of course you’re different. I mean, stars, Echo; you were dead!” You took his hand in yours. “I couldn’t expect you to be exactly how you were before, and I hope you don’t think I’m truly the same after losing you. But I love you, and that’s something that could never change. Organic or machine parts, you’re still you. You’re still my Echo.”

He watched you curiously as if he thought you might be playing a joke on him.

“I know things are a little different now, but I’m in this for the long haul and I don’t want to lose you again,” you whispered. “I’m ready to try again if you are.”

“Mesh’la,” he shook his head. “I can’t- I won’t be able to provide the things you need.”

You cupped his cheek, your eyes boring into his. “Will you love me?”

“Yes,” he answered without hesitation.

“Then you can provide everything I need.”

You pulled against him, your lips meeting his softly, but still firm and steady.

He eagerly kissed you back, instantly remembering the feel of your lips against his.

After a few moments, you breathlessly pulled away, resting your forehead against his.

“I love you, Echo.”

“I love you, too.”

Thanks for reading! - River

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imarvelatthestars · 8 months

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Wild, Uncharted Waters

Pairings: 99 x ex-Jedi f!Reader, ft. the Domino twins & Rex

Warnings: description of battle scenes and character deaths, bittersweet ending; I didn't rewatch the episode, so I'm sure the scenes from the Battle are a little off.

Notes: title taken from the song of the same name on 'The Little Mermaid' soundtrack

Beautiful things are not allowed on Kamino. The food is dull and bland and taste more like paste than anything remotely edible. The weather is gloomy and aggressive more often than it is pleasant. The bounty hunters and various Mandalorians that have come to train the other clones are stern and stony faced, few of them care for the lives beneath them and even the ones that do care care very little. 99 does not expect beauty in his life, but that doesn't keep him from searching for it.

He sees it in his brothers every day - they never stop fighting, never give up. They're strong in heart and mind, as well as body, stronger than he's ever been. They're brave and brilliant and deadly. He wonders what it would be like to be that beautiful.

He sees it in the Jedi that come to visit, especially in Shaak Ti. She is a magnificent woman. 99 sees a wisdom in her that goes beyond anything he's ever experienced, he sees compassion and grace and power that could outmatch even the best bounty hunter, even the best clone. He wonders if anything could ever be as beautiful as she is.

And then he sees you. It's completely by chance. Civilians aren't usually allowed on Kamino, but you are and that fascinates him. He wants to know why and no one ever notices him anyway, not even the other brothers, so it's not hard to follow after you and your party and, well, snoop.

The Jedi are concerned about morale, they worry about the mental health of their troops in the face of so much violence and death. The Kaminoans aren't keen on outsiders interfering with their projects, but you and the Jedi both refuse to budge - the men need support and you're here to give it to them.

The only other humans he's seen are his brothers, not even the human Mandalorians show him their faces. But you - you're different. Your stature, your voice, your clothes, everything is so unlike the things that have shaped his reality. The only thing he finds even remotely similar is your eyes because they burn as brilliantly and impassionedly as every other clone's does.

99 wonders if anything could ever be as beautiful as you.

It's a blessing and a curse that the clones like you.

They don’t trust easily, you’d been told. They don’t like outsiders. They’re not like us. Be careful.

The commandos are the ones that fit that mold more than the rest, although there are a few that offer glimpses of something soft and gentle beneath their helmets. Like Darman and Scorch. Even with Niner and Fixer, you pick up on moments where you see how brilliantly they’d shine if they were anywhere else, if they could find themselves beyond the confines of being a killing machine.

But the other clones are relatively friendly and eager to talk with your staff. Some open up right away – Waxer comes to mind, Tup, Fives, and Echo, too, as well as many of the cadets. Others are more difficult, like Commander Wolffe and the men that make up his higher ranking officers. They’d apparently been through hell early in the war and lost too many brothers to count. They would need time. But they also had Master Plo on their side, so in a way they were better off than many other troopers.

The blessings come in knowing that you’re helping these men through their trauma. The curse comes in the pain their trauma comes drenched in. It rolls off of them in waves, pulsates through the Force until it hits you so strongly that it threatens to knock your feet out from under you. Their pain becomes yours – the blaster bolts whizzing past their heads, the gut-wrenching loss of every brother on the battlefield, the cruel words their trainers spit at them and the careless manner in which the Kaminoans regard them. And the pain burns. It fills your lungs like molten lava, lights your every nerve on fire until you can no longer see anything but the spotting edges of your blackened vision and you’re forced to confine yourself to your quarters and meditate the rage away.

This is why you left the Order in the first place. This is why you never received a Master. Your anger has always terrified you, your natural rage in the light of injustice has always threatened to overwhelm you. Seeing the injustice on Kamino is no different. You feel as if you’ll drown in your emotions. And it triggers every other negative emotion you’ve ever felt.

Her emotions control her, she does not control them. You can still hear Master Windu’s voice. You’d always admired him, always wondered if you could be good enough to be his Padawan one day. Impassioned, she is. Dangerous, these feelings. The Dark Side, I sense in her. It still stings, even half a decade later, to remember Master Yoda’s decision. We can’t. It goes against the Code. The fellow youngling you’d fallen in love with all those years ago. The guilt and betrayal you’d felt in your gut after being turned down. The disgust you’d felt with yourself for wanting to give in to your basest desires, your most human desires. Difficult, it will be. Easy, your path is not. The last piece of advice the Jedi had ever given you before you left for the Service Corps.

It all added up to one awful conclusion: you are not good enough and you will never measure up.

Your mind threatens to drag you to a dark place, you can sense the oncoming panic attack through the Force. And you’re too tired to fight it. You open yourself up to it when a sudden clattering of sharp, metallic sounds pierces through your withdrawal and you come blinking back into the present moment.

Your room is unlit, but there’s someone else in there with you. Not a danger, that much you can tell. Whoever it is, they seem panicked and… embarrassed?

“-rry. I’m so sorry, ma’am.” The distinct voice of a clone comes from the general direction of the pile of cleaning equipment on the floor. Strewn about in the open doorway. “My apologies.”

You’re quick to offer the clone a hand and pull him out of the rubbish, although you can’t make out any distinguishing features with how dark it still is. The light from the hall shows you that he’s shaved his head, but nothing else.

“Are you alright?”

He nods and starts picking up his things almost immediately. “Y-Yes, ma’am. I’m so sorry t’ disturb you. You and your friends are usually gone this time of day and-“

“It’s alright, trooper. I’m not upset.” You swipe away the remainder of your tears under the guise of itching your undereye. “Just taking a bit of a break. I think I overworked myself today.”

You half expect him to laugh at you. Compared to his job, yours looks like a piece of cake. Sitting around and listening to other people’s problems? Try getting shot at, civvie. But he doesn’t. In fact, he smiles so intensely that you can feel it in the Force.

“I’ll get goin’, then,” he rumbles with a quick pat on your hand. “Leave you to it.”

“You don’t have to,” you say before you can even think better about it. You’re not sure where the sudden desire for company comes from, but this clone’s presence is soothing. He feels kind. “You can stay. If you have work you need to do? I won’t get in your way.”

He considers this for a moment and you can sense his apprehension, but whatever it is giving him pause must be trivial because then he nods and agrees to stay. He moves awkwardly to the light panel on the wall, like he's limping, and it strikes you that his silhouette is distorted in the dark. Almost as if-

It takes you by surprise at first and you know it's plain on your face, but once you get over your shock, you offer the clone a full smile. He's nearly half a head shorter than the rest of his brothers, his skin unusually pale and blotchy, and his shoulders and back are severely misshapen. But the kindness you had sensed in him shines through in its fullness on his face, in his eyes. It nearly bows you over, like all the pain and trauma you pick up on from the other clones, but this time it's bright and carefree like a wave on a summer shore.

You stick your hand out and give your name. It's an offering and an apology.

His palm is clammy in yours, but his hands are large and broad. "I'm 99."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, 99."

And just like that, a small part of the darkness lurking in the depths of your mind dispels in his light. He's not like any man you've ever met.

Things come easy with 99. He makes you smile until your cheeks hurt and laugh until you're lightheaded. He shares his thoughts on all kind of things, the war, the Jedi, his brothers, the destiny he feels he missed out on by being born different. And you open up easily with him, as if he were the one sent to Kamino to ease your despair and not the other way around. You tell him about your early years in the Temple, the trials you failed and the Knight you longed to become, the anger and the love that overflowed from within you, holding you back. You find a kindred spirit. You hope he has too.

He works hard. Too hard. The Kaminoans don't treat him as well as they should, but then again, they don't treat any of the clones how they should. He's an outcast even among his brothers and there are few who pay him any attention. It would normally send you into a rage and a lot of the times it does, but there are moments where it doesn't. Like now. When he steals you away from your very serious job and your very serious co-workers to a secret spot in Tipoca City. He's only able to do this because he's so overlooked, but he doesn't let either of you dwell on it.

"Nobody else knows about this," he explains as he coaxes you down the rusted old tunnel leading from the inner city to the exterior. "I found it while I was cleaning one day."

"What... is it?"

"It's an old service hatch, mostly for external repairs, but no one uses it anymore."

You squeeze his hand. "Except you?"

He grins, and it makes your heart feel fuzzy. "Well, only sometimes. It's just up here, c'mon."

The hatch opens up to a small platform near the top of one of the highest levels in the city, no bigger than the space needed for a couple of workers. The air is cool and crisp and salty, but it's drier than the planet's been since you arrived due to Kamino experiencing its one sunny day of the year. Normally you'd consider an excursion like this too dangerous with the rain pouring down on the durasteel. Today, though, it's warm and only a little damp in the corners.

"What do you think? It's beautiful, isn't it?"

You can see everything in all directions up here. Not that there's much to see, it's all water, but he's right. With the sunshine filtering through the cloud cover and the wind whipping the sea into waves of sea foam, and with 99's face turned toward the sky, his eyes alight and sparkling, it is beautiful.

"How many of your brothers know about this? I'm surprised they haven't left any graffiti behind."

99 looks confused. "I've never told them. You're the first." And you choose not to read into the sudden flush in his cheeks.

"That's..." That's incredibly sweet of him, to trust you enough to share his best kept secret. "Thank you."

"It's nothing," he shrugs.

"No." Your hand finds his. "Thank you, 99. For sharing this with me. I'm honored."

"Oh, no. No, I should be the one who's honored. I don't deserve a friend like you."

Is he crazy? Of course he does! He deserves more than you could ever give him. "Don't say that," you urge as you turn so you're facing him properly. "You're the best person I know. I love-." The sentence sticks in your throat for some reason, though you're not entirely sure why. Like the thing you want to say isn't what your heart wants to say. But that's silly. "I love being your friend. And I love this. It's beautiful."

You're beautiful, you think when the sun hits his eyes just right. But that's not usually a thing that friends say, so you hold it in your heart instead. You wonder if anyone else could ever be as beautiful as him.

Unfortunately for you, you hear 501st trooper Fives before you see him. "Hey, there's my favorite civvie!" His mess kit goes clattering on the table with a raucous, metallic sound that hurts your ears, and then he's dropping heavy into the seat beside you. "You haven't been trying t' avoid me, have you?"

"Can you blame her?" Echo sits across from his brother with a sigh and a sympathetic glance turned your way.

You stifle a snort. "Hello to you too, Fives. Please, make yourself comfortable."

"Yeah, yeah, hello, all that nice crap. I saw you."

You and Echo exchange a look. "I see you too. Glad we have that covered."

But he shakes his hands as he frowns. "No no no. Yesterday. With 99," he adds with a sly little grin and a wink. "You've been holding out on me. I didn't know you liked the quiet ones."

It's a wonder he can't hear your kriffing heartbeat with how flustered you suddenly feel. Just what is he implying? How could he even think that you and 99...?

"We're just friends."

"Right, and my name's General Skywalker."

Fives is an idiot. He's always stirring up trouble, getting into things he shouldn't, cracking jokes and playing pranks. It stands to reason that this is just another one of his pranks. He's just trying to get a rise out of you since you're usually so professional, just teasing you because he can. But then why would he pick on 99, of all his brothers? How could he know how you really feel?

And that's the thought that terrifies you the moment you think it. Because you hadn't realized you felt any way about 99, let alone in the sort of way Fives is implying. It had just never occurred to you. He never showed any interest and you just wanted a friend, and it's not like you were looking for romance- not that you're feeling romance of any kind! Because you're not. 99 is your friend. He makes you laugh. He shines his light into your darkest shadows. He's strong and kind and so, so gentle. And... and...

You shove your elbow into the trooper's ribcage, knowing it won't do any damage but hoping he'll get the point. "Shut up, Fives."

He's grinning like a loth cat that got the cream. "I'm right, aren't I?" he hums with wiggling eyebrows.

"I'm feeding you to a bantha first chance I get."

He kicks Echo under the table. "Yeah. I'm always right when it comes to these things, eh vod?"

Echo hides his grin behind his fork. "Oh, shut up, Fives."

Kamino is the same as it always is the day of the attack. You're looking through your schedule to double check the list of troopers on your roster (and perhaps to ensure that you can still sneak away to visit 99 around lunch) when the entire city shakes. Earthquake is your first thought - that is, until you look out your window and see the waves crashing into the base of the city and you remember where you are. Then come the ripples in the Force.

Something is coming, something dark.

The rest is a blur. You're aware of more ripples, Jedi this time and the clones under their command, but you're also aware of all the death. It's everywhere. It's in the skies above and in the entire city, rocking the very foundations until you're half convinced it's going to fall into the ocean.

For a moment, you forget yourself and reach for your lightsaber, only to remember that it lies in the Jedi vaults. No matter. You can still help. You grab a blaster and a med pack, even though you're only marginally trained to use both, and you run where your gut tells you to go.

It's chaos. Droids and blaster fire and rain in your eyes, men screaming as they die with holes in their chests, every now and then the flash of a saber. It's war. You've sensed it in the words and whispers of memories drifting to you in the Force, but now you're living it and it's awful. You're paralyzed by the horror. A trooper shouts something in your direction just before an explosion knocks you off your feet.

Everything is both muted and strikingly louder than before. There's a ringing in your ears and your teeth hurt. The ocean is above you and the sky is below, there is nothing but the wind on your face and shrapnel in your legs. And then there is everything. The war comes rushing back. You land on hard duracrete, air pushed from your lungs and head spinning, and you can feel the lives around you flickering in and out as they're shot down.

This isn't right. None of this is right. You should be in your office with one of the troopers, maybe the one right in front of you, the one with the smoking blaster hole in his visor. You should be looking at your chrono double, triple checking how many hours you have until 99 takes you to another secret place he's carved out of Tipoca City's unforgiving walls.

99. Your stomach drops. Where's 99?

They say that a human can do incredible things under the influence of an adrenaline rush. A mother can lift an entire speeder to save her child, a soldier can endure endless kliks of physical labor and exhaustion to reach his target. A never-was Jedi can pull herself to her feet, bleeding and bruised, and cover the length of a city in half the usual time without feeling any of the durasteel embedded in her shins.

The Force, on the other hand, can do things just as incredible. It can overwhelm and overload, it can bring peace and healing, it can trigger anger and fear. It can zero in on a single heartbeat, a single signature, and it can track that heartbeat through a battlefield. It can give strength to the one who wields it, however unknowingly, a clarity so often chased after but never achieved.

You find that clarity in 99. In his smile, his voice, the terrible jokes he cracks and the way he hums to himself when he thinks he's alone. In the hideaways and the secret moments, the trading of sweets in the janitorial closet and the latest news reports from Coruscant in the mess hall. In the way he says your name. In the way that he's so beautiful and he doesn't even realize it. His heart. His heart is so...

It's choking. The heartbeat you're tracking, it's wrong. Something's wrong.

No. No no no no no, not 99.

The clarity of finding your purpose is replaced with the fog of rage. You can hardly see. Battle droids shoot at you, only to be crushed into distorted balls of metal. The city rumbles under your feet, you push yourself to run even faster. Clones are dying all around you. You only care about one.

The room you find yourself in is full of blaster smoke and lit solely in shades of red. A handful of cadets are scattered throughout, shadowed by their older brothers in their full armor, defeated droids at their feet. All you see is the body on the floor. The gangly limbs, the twisted spine, the man you...

Someone is calling your name, but you don't hear it. You can only hear your heartbeat and the blood thundering through your veins. You're on the ground, ripping bacta patches out of your pack and tearing them open with your teeth.

"Stay with me, 99. Stay with me."

Maker, his back is all singed. Droids can't feel pain, but in this moment you wish more than anything that they could. You'd bring them back to life and kill them all over again. You see red, and you're not sure if it's the emergency lighting or your hatred.

His shirt rips apart under your fingers as you poke and prod at his skin. The bacta's on but it's not working, you can feel it not working. Why isn't it working? You reach out through the Force, desperate, blind, crying, hoping.

His body is still warm. That's a good sign, right? But there's no life inside it. It's just an empty shell. Like the thing that's been living within it went out for a walk, it'll be back soon. Just a quick walk to enjoy the sunshine. That's all.

His spinal cord is severed. The Force doesn't tell you in words so much as it transfers this information into understanding. He can hear you, but he can't speak and he can't move. His lungs aren't working right. He's already got one foot in his grave. He's almost gone.

"I'm here," you say, but the voice doesn't sound like you. "Hold on, 99. Please. Just hold on, I..."

I can't lose you.

He's fading.

I just got to know you.

He's gone already.

I don't want to live this life without you.

You bow your head so your forehead touches his ear and your tears drip onto his face. "I love you."

It can't end like this. How can it end like this? How could the gentlest man in the universe deserve a death like this?

He died with honor, says the nothingness in your head. He died how he lived - in service of his brothers. Let him go.

You shake your head. "No."

"Hey." This voice is real, as real as the hand that settles on your shoulder. "He's gone, civvie."

"We lost a true soldier," says another voice. "He really was one of us," says another, but it's all so wrong. They speak with his voice and yet they're not him. His lungs draw no breath. His body remains still. "I can't believe he's dead."

There is no death, there is the Force.

You can't remember the last time you recited the Code. It's been years by now, years of agonizing over mistakes made and could-have-beens, years of wishing for things you will never have and things you have lost. Years of mourning and bitterness and fond recollection.

There is no chaos, there is harmony.

He calmed the storm that raged inside your head the first night you met. He saved you from yourself without even knowing it.

There is no passion, there is serenity.

You remember the day on the top of the city, the day the sun shone and 99 smiled and you thought he was beautiful.

There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.

You love him. You've always loved him. And you were always meant to come here. This was the way all along.

Something stirs in your fingertips.

There is no death, there is the Force.

You aren't letting him go, not so easily, not like this.

There is no death, there is the Force.

What soul you have is broken and weary, but it is determined. It reaches out into the space beyond space, into the void between atoms, between you and 99, between you and the universe. It tangles its tendrils around the fragile body in your arms, binds you together, binds you to the Force.

There is no death, there is only the Force.

Come back to me, you plead. Come back, 99.

It's quiet in the Force. Peaceful.

There is no death.

You can almost feel him. Drifting in the ether, content, asleep. He's so close.

There is only the Force.

"99." There are no words in the Force, but the idea is the same. You speak and he hears you. "Take my hand."

There aren't hands in the Force, either. Same general idea.

"Where are we going?" he asks, but his 'eyes' are closed. He's 'smiling'. You sense it.

"Home."

"I like it here," he says after a minute. "It's quiet. Can we stay for a while?"

You're crying. "You'll die."

"That's alright. I did my duty, didn't I? The boys. How are the boys? Did they make it out alive?"

"They're alive, 99," you sob, "but you're dead. Please. Please, just come back with me. I love you!"

He touches your face and warmth blossoms in your cheek, spreading quickly throughout your body until you've been warmed from head to toe. "Oh," he sighs so happily. "I love you, too. I'm glad I get to say it."

"You're saying goodbye. Don't say goodbye."

"You're beautiful, you know. I always thought so. As beautiful as the sunrise."

"So are you."

99 doesn't come back with you. His body is cold when you return to yourself. Fives is there to hold you, frozen though you are with shock, while Echo puts it upon himself to care for the body. The red lights have switched off and the room is a cool blue again. Everything hurts.

"We'll take whatever help we can get," says Rex, "but are you sure?"

You nod once. "I'm sure."

"You don't have to do this for him, you know."

"I'm not. This is what's right, you and I both know it." A flicker of icy blue-white catches your eye as you smile. "But honoring his memory is a nice bonus."

Rex nods in understanding. His eyes are heavier now, wearier and they crease easier. The war has not been kind to him, not even now that it's officially over.

"I'll go tell Echo. Thank you."

He clasps a hand on your shoulder before leaving. You turn to the figure shimmering into view on your right and smile. The figure smiles back, all lopsided and toothy. It's your favorite smile in the galaxy.

"I told you I'd find him. You owe me 10 credits."

99 just laughs as he settles on one of the nearby crates, his feet dangling over the floor. "I don't have any money."

You tsk. "What sort of date are you? You planning on paying me back?"

He pretends to think about it. "One day. A long time from now."

Your heart twinges. It always does with him. The pain of his death has lessened with time and with his memory, but it still stings when you recall just how far you still have to go to be with him again. It'll be alright, though. You're fighting for his brothers, just like he did, fighting injustice in the galaxy like you always wanted to.

"I look forward to it."

It's a long wait, but it's worth it.

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I Heart ?

Crosshair x reader

Who knew simply loving a man would be this difficult

Fluff - Angst (I mean it’s Crosshair)

Pt 6 of I Heart ?

“And he said and I quote I will not be your lap dog.” I put air quotations around the sentence.

“Lap dog?” Echo trailed off…

“I mean what in Ewok territory is that supposed to mean?” I huffed as I paced around my kitchen, cooking breakfast for the two boys.

Echo and Fives sat on my kitchen stools watching as I flailed my arms about, before flipping the eggs.

“Maybe it’s because-” Echo didn’t get to finish his sentence.

I turned to the calmer domino twin with a sharp look, “I never once said I wanted him to be my lapdog or even imply it for that matter!”

“He’s a loose hinge.” Fives interviewed with a shrug, “I’ve heard stories from the other boys about how temperamental he is. You know, I can shoot him in the hand if you want? Send him back to Camino where 99 can whip some sense back into him.”

“No you don’t need to hurt him.” I chuckled, “And I won’t let poor 99 suffer the wrath of Crosshair. The poor man has already been through enough.”

“But if Crosshair hurt your feelings, it’s only right that I get to hurt him back.” Fives tried to explain his reasoning, “Besides I can get Kix, Jesse, and Hardcase and I know Fox will be in on it too. I just have to give them a call and we will-” Fives was already getting out of his seat.

I shook my head quickly, “No no. I don’t want any violence. Promise me.” I held my pinky out, “Fives.”

Fives sighed in defeat, sitting back in his chair. I was lucky that he conceded none the less as he wrapped his pinky around mine to ensure the promise.

I pulled my hand away from his and placed both of my hands on the counter. Fives was quick to pull his mug of hot chocolate closer to him, protecting it as if it was the most precious thing in the world to him and maybe it was… He did love chocolate after all.

I almost laughed though at the thought that he would somehow believe that I would try and take his drink away, but my mind was occupied over another clone.

“I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.” I muttered in defeat, “Maybe he truly doesn’t like me? If that’s so then it might be best if I just hold off from confessing my feelings to him.”

“Whether he does or he doesn’t, I think you should because it would lift a weight off your chest.” Echo explained, “Besides…” Echo trailed off unsure if he should be saying this.

I raised an eyebrow at him, “What?”

“It’s nothing.” He decided on, “But I think it would be best if you go and talk to him. I’m being serious.”

Fives nodded, “Echoe is right and I believe if you don’t get this off your chest I think you might go mad.”

I remained quiet, thinking all my options through as I plated their breakfast.

“Crosshair is at the base today?” I asked softly as I placed the two hearty meals in front of them.

They both looked at the meals like two hungry bears.

“Pretty sure.” Echo nodded a grated full look on his face as he picked up his fork, “Thank you, this is amazing.”

“Of course.” I nodded, “You know I have to make sure my boys are fed.”

“I bet he’s at the shooting range. He’s always there.” Fives concluded, his mouth already full, “This is so freaking good! Thank you!”

I smiled at him, “There is plenty more if either of you are still hungry.”

I said before striding to the front door and grabbing my coat while I slipped my shoes on.

“You’re going then?” Echo asked, a knowing looking in his eyes and a silent prayer to the force that Crosshair won’t do anything stupid.

Even if Echo is now apart of the bad batch and knows how smart each of them can be, he also knows how cruel Crosshair is when facing something he has no control over.

“I’m going to work to work.” I confirmed causally, but they could read me like a book, “Help yourselves to anything in the fridge and like always make yourselves at home. You know where everything is, I’ll be back sometime later after work.”

“Give him hell.” Fives gave me a thumbs up.

“Love you boys.” I gave them a wave goodbye, “Have fun today!”

“Love ya too!” They both yelled and as expected went straight to my fridge.

“I’m done playing around.” I muttered to myself as I waved down a taxi.

I’m going to walk right in there and tell him how I feel… I’m going to tell him… I’m going to… I’m going… I’m…

“Wrecker couldn’t beat my score with an Armageddon on his back.” Crosshair gave his infamous grin towards his brother and leader of the group.

I couldn’t help, but admire his laid back form as he talked with his brother about the last mission that they had before the Winters day holiday.

“Hm.” Hunter chuckled, “Try telling him that.”

“Oh I will.” Crosshair smirked.

I’m going…

I turned on my heel trying to get as far away as possible. My nerves got the best of me as I tried to make a quick escape. My office will do, no one ever goes there.

Force, I can’t face him like this. Why couldn’t I be drunk? It would have made this a lot easier.

“Oof.” I said the moment I turned, bumping into a hard chest, “I’m sorry!” I rubbed my nose as I looked up to find him…

“Steven.” I muttered as I took a careful step backwards.

“Hey! It’s been a while!” He gave me a smile that left me wanting to shrivel away.

“Ah well I’ve been busy.” I chuckled nervously, “I actually have something important that I need to go take care of so if you would excuse me.” I tried to walk around him but he grabbed my wrist.

“Can I get your number now?” He pressed, “I’ve been patient.”

As if. I thought about all the times he has asked me already. If only he would take a hint.

“I’m sorry, like I said I don’t give my number out easily.” I told him trying to sound as apologetic as I could.

“Yeah? Well I asked a bunch of the other scientist under your station and they said they had your number so what’s the deal?” His eyes squinted at me with impatience as if I was the one in the wrong here.

Why couldn’t he just take the hint and move on? There are plenty others he could pursue. I’m sure someone would like him as much as he likes them. It’s just that someone is most definitely not me.

“Look,” I sighed hoping to be as gentle as possible, “I’m sorry and I don’t want to embarrass you like this at work, but I’m not interested in anything you have to offer me. I would very much like us to be respectful coworkers with one another.” I explained, “Now if you could please let go of me, I have a meeting to get to.”

“Why do you always have to lie to me huh? Why?” His hand began to squeeze harder around my wrist, “Why won’t you just give me a chance? I could treat you well!”

I hissed at the pain, “Steven let go. You’re hurting me.”

“No!” He seethed, “Tell me why!”

“I already told you! I’m not interest Steven, now let go!” I tried to yank myself free from his grasp.

“Just give me a chance dammit!” He got the attention of others as he raised his voice, “I’m the perfect gentleman! I brings you flowers, I make sure you get home safe! I even get you gifts!”

“I never asked you to and I didn’t even tell you where I live! I don’t like you and I never will! Now let me go!” I yelled trying to yank my arm away.

My breathing began to pick up as old memories began to flicker in front of my eyes… The war… The screams… Being held down… My parents…

“I don’t know anything I swear!” I screamed, thrust back into that moment… A moment I only wish to forget, “I want to go home!”

It was then that Steven raised his hand, ready to strike my face. My eyes widened in fear and I squeezed them shut waiting for the impending blow… But it never came.

“Usually I let others handle their own fights.” Crosshair’s voice rung threw my ears and I opened my eyes to see him holding Steven’s raised arm, “But you don’t know when to stop so…”

Crosshair twisted Steven’s arm with one quick movement, the scientist groaning in pain as he held onto his wrist.

“Look clone.” Steven glared up at the towering sniper, “This is between me and her so why don’t you just back off and go back to the tube you were created out of.”

That’s it.

My fist reared back before I could talk sense in my self and in just a blink of an eye my fist connected with his nose. An audible crack was heard as well as his screech of pain as he let go of my wrist to stumble back.

“Have more respect for a soldier who puts his life on the line to protect your weasel self.” I glared at him.

I couldn’t even say that I didn’t feel at least a little proud at my job well done.

“And you can have this back, I don’t want your gifts.” I stated as I went to take off the bracelet.

“Don’t.” It was Crosshair who spoke leaving me a bit confused.

“What?” Steven asked appalled, “I didn’t give you that!” He shook his head as he stumbled away to a few of his buddies.

I looked to the bracelet confused, “Who…” I trailed off before looking to Crosshair, “I’m sorry he spoke to you like that.” I apologized, turning my head to where Crosshair was standing… Or where he use to be standing.

His longs strides had him half way down one of the halls already. My force, that many is quick.

“That was one hell of a punch.” Hunter commented, stepping in beside me.

“Thanks.” I trailed off in slight defeat for he wasn’t the person I wished to hear that from.

“He’s never had anyone stick up for him.” Hunter said staring down the same hall that I was, “He doesn’t know how to process what just happened properly if you are wondering why he left so quickly.”

“Oh…” My heart melted a bit at the thought, “I see.”

“What you said back their…” Hunter trailed off and I knew what he was referring to.

“It was nothing.” I waved him off quickly, “Just some old memories.”

I turned to Hunter, one of the few people who understood the mind that was Crosshair.

“Does he like me?” I asked, one to change the subject and two… To find out how the sniper really feels about me.

Hunter looked at me with surprise, “What?”

“I like him and I want to tell him as such, but I don’t know if he feels the same way so do you know if… Well if he likes me?” I asked again.

“I think you should find that out for yourself. It’s best you be honest and tell him how you feel. It might take him some time to process that as well, but once he accepts you as part of his small circle then you are in it for life.” Hunter said before walking away.

Being apart of his close circle doesn’t seem too bad. He’s still going to get a strong word or two from me though with his self righteous attitude problem.

I can’t help, but wonder… Why did he say don’t when I tried to take this bracelet off?

I fiddled with the charm on my bracelet.

It was then that it clicked. Of course it wasn’t Steven who got me the bracelet, it was Crosshair!

“Hey!” I yelled out to Crosshair before he got too far away.

But the reaction I was hoping for didn’t happen, it only made him speed up.

“Seriously.” I mumbled as I started to jog after him, “Crosshair! Stop!”

He only glanced back at me before turning a corner.

I scoffed. At least you’re heading towards my office. You’re not getting away from me this time.

It took everything in me to break into a sprint, I practically threw myself into him as I turned around the corner.

“For the love of clankers woman!” He hissed as he grabbed onto me to keep me from knocking us both to the ground.

“My office. Now.” I panted as I slammed my hand against the panel, successfully opening the door.

He only rolled his eyes, but relented as he stepped into the room. I followed him, making sure to shut the door behind me.

“What do you want?” He crossed his arms.

“Well first I want to say thank you for what happened back there.” I said as I tried to catch my breath.

He nodded his head stiffly, “That it?”

I huffed, “No! You.” I stepped forward, “You kissed me! And I know that it meant something to you just as it means something to me.”

He shook his head before heading towards the door.

“I know you got me this bracelet!” I practically yelled… Pleaded for him to just listen.

He froze, his hand above the panel.

“I don’t know why you didn’t tell me sooner or why you kept it a secret, but I don’t care because I know you have your reasons and I know deep down in that closed off way of yours, you like me.” I spoke quickly, but I knew my point got across from how his shoulders tensed.

“I like you Crosshair.” I said a lot more gently, “I really do Cross so please don’t push me away…”

I took a breath as I waited for a response that as usual was only silence.

“Please say something.” I pleaded with him though his words however short felt like a thousand knives in my heart.

“I don’t like you.” He said barely above a whisper.

“Yes you do.” I said stubbornly.

“No I don’t!” He yelled spinning around to face me, “I don’t love you! Why can’t you get that through your thick head?”

My voice matched his in fierceness and anger, “Because I know what being in love looks like and what it doesn’t and you are! And I don’t care what you say or what you think of me because I don’t think of you as some lap dog. I think of you as a man who lives to fight for what he believes in so believe in us!” I stepped over to the sheet that covered the gift I have been working on for month, “I made this for you because I lo-”

“I don’t believe in us!” He said exasperated, “We live in a life that we could die any day! I can’t even fathom settling down with anyone, do you hear me?”

I looked up at him in shock as I felt my world crumble, but that didn’t seem to dissuade him. It seemed to fuel him.

“You think I got you that? Well you’re wrong!” He lied straight through his teeth as he refused to look me in the eyes.

I knew that he was lying, but it still cut deep because why would he have to lie if i already knew the truth.

He didn’t stop there however…

“You think I kissed you last night because I have feels for you?” He scoffed giving me a once over, “I was drunk and you were there. That’s it.”

He pressed his hand against the panel to open the door.

He barely gave me a glance as he said, “I won’t ever love someone who couldn’t even survive on a battlefield.”

I couldn’t fight the tears as I gripped on the sheet, watching him and any chance that I had with him walk out the door.

I won’t ever love someone who couldn’t even survive on a battlefield.

I scoffed at the words. What does he even know about me? He knows nothing of my life before, of why I was here on this stupid planet. He knows nothing. Nothing and he made it very clear, he never will. I thought as I wiped my tears away.

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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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