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anxiouspineapple99 · 10 months

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Himbo Noodle Soup for the Soul

Pairing: squint and you can see potential hints of 501st x f!reader; - aka if someone wanted to make it smutty they def could. 🩷 …I’d totally read that too

Summary: Your sleazy boyfriend cheats on you and dumps you. But your favorite 501st himbos are coming to the rescue!

HELP IS ON THE WAY DEAR! HELP IS ON THE WAY!

But the boys can’t agree on a gift. So they all get you something different!

Warnings: FLUFF. It’s all fluff. Don’t come for me. I will not be accepting dental bills for tooth rot thx 😜Some talk of sexual transmitted infections, self loathing, self depreciation

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: This fic absolutely DOES NOT take itself seriously lol. I honestly had no idea it would garner the support it has and frankly I had fun writing it. I love sappy fluff. It fuels my soul. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it.

This fic was inspired by THIS post! 🩷💖

How could that sleemo do this? Not only did he cheat on you but then he broke up with you via hologram while you were working. A hologram, mind you, that said you should get tested for some STI he picked up from the slag he cheated with. You launched the handheld holoprojector across the supply closet, rage and heartbreak simultaneously fighting for dominance within your stomach. You had an implant that prevented pregnancy and diseases but that inconsiderate, two-timing, laserbrained, e chu ta didn’t know that. How could you be so stupid? You thought he was going to propose. You told everyone as much. This was humiliating. They’ll never let you live this down. They are still taking the piss out of Jesse for that girl from 79s. Obviously you were the problem. He wouldn’t have cheated if you were prettier, smarter, funnier…was it that weird sex thing he wanted to do that you weren’t comfortable with? Bet she did that with him. She was everything you weren’t apparently.

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You’d been skulking around the medbay for days now and the boys of the 501st had noticed. Kix realized your usual bubbly greetings you had for him when he entered the medbay had been replaced with a blank stare. You’d been distracted and making mistakes, very unlike you. Fives and Jesse saw the dark circles carved under your puffy red eyes as they passed you in the hallways. You’d stopped laughing at Hardcase’s jokes, now only staring off or giving a halfhearted hum in response. Tup and Dogma found you crying in a supply closet. When you finally stopped joining them for meals in the mess, they decided they needed answers.

“Did we do something? She won’t even look at us,” Fives moved his food back and forth sadly. “Yesterday Dogma and I accidentally bumped into her and she immediately turned and ran crying in the opposite direction. We didn’t even get to apologize,” Tup mumbled as Dogma rested his chin in his hand.

“She doesn’t even laugh at my jokes anymore,” Hardcase whined as he poked the pathetic excuse for breakfast on his tray.

“If you’re talking about who I think you’re talking about, she’s been practically catatonic in the medbay for the last week,” Kix hummed as he and Jesse squeezed in at the table with their brothers.

Rex, who had been silently listening as he worked on reports spoke up, “Her sleemo boyfriend cheated on her and then dumped her over hologram. And told her she needed to get tested for an STI.”

“Kriff…” Fives and Tup mumbled in unison wide eyed in disbelief.

“Hold on, the same guy who called us her…what was it…her ‘work himbos’?” Tup scrunched his nose irritably.

“Maker, what a shabuir. I always thought she deserved better, but this is a whole new low. He can say what he wants about us, I’ll be a work himbo. But he hurt our girl,” Fives growled as he clenched his fist around his fork.

Hardcase slammed his fist on the table, “Where is he? I’ll personally pay him a visit! I’ll show him what this himbo can do!”

“How did you find that out,” Kix leaned into Rex, “I work with her directly and she never confided any of that with me. Last thing she told me she thought he was going to propose.”

“I pulled rank. Told her I was worried about her. She crumbled into a blubbering mess and dumped it all on me and General Skywalker,” Rex shrugged and took a large swig of his caf.

“Cap! Permission to hunt the nerf herder down and put the fear of the 501st in ‘im!” Hardcase was already on his feet. He was itching for a fight and he was ready to show that worthless womprat that no one messed with one of his own.

“Stand down, Hardcase. I don’t need you getting locked up for some scummy nat-born,” Rex sighed, “Besides I may have already offered to put the fear of the Force in him with an unexpected visit and she was adamant that I let it go.”

“Well what can we do? We should help cheer her up,” Tup mused, swirling his cup of caf mindlessly. “Women like Hyellian musical noodles, right? Maybe we can do something with that?” Hardcase mumbled between chewing mouthfuls of food.

“Hardcase that’s the stupidest idea-” Jesse began but Fives interjected holding up his hand, “No. No, he has a point.”

Jesse whipped his head toward Fives, “What point? Fives, no!”

“Fives, yes!” Fives jumped to his feet with chaos twinkling in his eyes.

“Hardcase, yes!” Hardcase followed suit with unbridled elation scrawled into his expression.

“Shut up!” Resounded a synchronized admonishment from Jesse and Kix.

“Jesse is right, ‘Sorry your boyfriend cheated on you and might have given you some weird disease, here are some noodles?’ That is stupid. Women like flowers. She always complained that sleemo never bought her flowers anyway. Flowers say ‘He was a creep but you have us. And we buy your favorite flowers, unlike that walking STI.”

“Flowers? Boring and cliche, much like you my beloved vod.” Fives slung an affectionate arm around Kix who immediately shoved him off with a gruff, “Kriff off Fives. Not boring. Considerate. It shows that I listen to her. And women like being listened to more than Hardcase’s noodles, di’kut.”

“Nah, we should get wine. She loves wine,” Jesse kicked his feet up on the table eliciting a glare from Rex. “Remember a while back when I got totally wasted at 79s and she took me back to her place and took care of me? Once I’d thrown up everything in my stomach and then some, we got to talking and she told me about her favorite wines.”

“Jesse. Boots. Table.”

“Sorry, Captain.”

“Fine. She can drink the wine with the noodles we are getting her, right boys?” Hardcase was not giving up on the idea of noodles no matter what his brothers said. He knew the way to your heart was through your stomach.

“Wait. Isn’t this fraternizing? That’s completely against regulations!” Dogma pressed. A collective groan peppered with “Kriffing Dogma” and “You just had to say something” erupted from the table as all the men turned to look at Rex.

“I already got her something, so you won’t be hearing a word from me,” Rex never looked up from the reports he was poring over.

“Great! That’s settled then, wait… What did you get her, sir?” Fives narrowed his eyes at Rex and drummed his fingers on the table. “Now I can’t tell you that. It would take all the fun out of me watching you all fumble over each other trying to figure out what to get our sweet girl,” a mischievous smile crossed Rex’s lips as he stood up. “But I’ll be giving it to her tomorrow at 1700 hours. So you lot better get a move on. Good luck, gentlemen!” The boys heard Rex chuckling to himself as he walked away. “Good luck, indeed.” Fives’ eyes remained fixed on Rex until he was out of sight.

He sure as hell wasn’t going to let his CO best him at this, “We meet at her apartment tomorrow at 1700 sharp. We’ll see who the best gift giver is then!” After another round of bickering over who was going to find the best gift, the group dispersed. Fives and Tup opted to work with Hardcase, pooling their credits to buy the expensive noodles. Kix, Jesse, and Dogma opted to select their gifts independently.

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You were wrist deep in your second tub of ice cream of the evening as you binged holodramas and wallowed in your own self pity on your sofa when someone knocked on the door. You swore under your breath and wrapped your blanket tightly around you as you shuffled to answer.

The door slid open and there were your 501st lads bickering and shoving each other, each one toting an armful of gifts. They froze wide eyed and grinned sheepishly.

“Hey mesh’la! We are here to brighten your spirits!” Fives beamed proudly with an extraordinarily large takeout container and some flowers he had clearly picked from one of the garden boxes outside your apartment building in his hands. You were speechless looking from face to face positively bewildered. Suddenly you were self conscious about what a mess you were, eyes red and puffy, nose runny, hair untamed, potentially chocolate ice cream on your face and you were wearing someone’s blacks, though you couldn’t recall whose. “Hey! I was wondering where those blacks went!” Jesse chortled, “they look better on you cyar’ika.” Okay so they were Jesse’s.

“Boys, w-what is this?” You hugged yourself, an unconscious self soothing habit you’d acquired.

“We heard what happened. With uh…I guess he’s your ex now. We wanted to help you feel better,” Hardcase joyfully ripped the takeout box from Fives’ hands and thrust it toward you. “The noodles were my idea mesh’la! I heard the ladies love Hyellian musical noodles from that restaurant near the Senate! So we had to get you those! Fives, Tup, and I went in on them together for you! Also I got your favorite cookies.” His brilliant smile shining from his eyes even more brightly than his lips as he proudly placed the small bag on the takeout box. For the first time in a week your smile met your eyes, “Hardcase you’re too sweet! I do love noodles and I’ve been meaning to try these for a while now.” Hardcase gave Kix a playful shove, “Told you so, vod!”

Kix rolled his eyes before he held out an exquisite bouquet to you. “Kix, these are…these are my favorite flowers.” His warm smile met his shining amber eyes with a radiance that was unsurpassed even by the twin suns of Tatooine, “Yes, mesh’la. You mentioned once you’d always wanted flowers and that piece of bantha poodoo refused to buy them. But you’re worth all the flowers in the galaxy.”

You sniffed back tears as Jesse stepped toward you with your favorite wine, “Jesse how did you know…” He winked and gave his most charming smile, “You told me that night I stayed here. You know, the one where I got so smashed at 79s and you had to take care of me?” Your eyes widened, “You remembered that?” His only response was a soft kiss to your hand.

Tup leaned around him and handed you a small box the string it was tied with was intricately hand braided. “Tup this looks like the string bracelet I made you,” you tenderly toyed with it, smiling as the soft fibers tickled your fingertips. “I remembered when you showed me how to do it. You said you’d tried to teach that cockalorum once but he told you it was silly. Now we match. I always have mine with me. And those,” he gently tapped the box, “are just some of your favorite candy.”

Dogma shyly slipped you a folded sheet of flimsi. You placed the boxes, flowers, and wine on your end table by the door so you could unfold it. You gasped when you found it was a beautiful sketch of a beach sunset. Dogma flushed as he cleared his throat, “You said once you want to move to a planet with a quiet beach. I just,” his shy smile was one of the most endearing attributes and you loved seeing it now, “I hope this will suffice until you can do that.” “Dogma, it’s exquisite! You drew this? I can’t even imagine how much work this was.” You reached out and squeezed his hand, “I…you went through all that effort just for me?” He shrugged, squeezing you back before bashfully stepping aside.

Fives swaggered up, elbowing past his brothers holding out a messily wrapped package and the freshly plucked flowers. You couldn’t fight the urge to giggle at the sight, “Fives, are these the flowers from the planters outside? This one still has its roots attached.”

“Ahhh maybe? Just open the gift.” Your breath hitched in your throat at the holophoto inside. It was from the most recent deployment, in the medbay on the Resolute; Tup was in the hospital bed, still smiling regardless of his head being freshly wrapped from an injury. Kix was stoically fighting a smile in typical fashion. Hardcase donned his signature beaming grin as he flashed a thumbs up. Dogma was seated next to the bed and there you were. You were atop Fives’ shoulders as Jesse stood next to him, their faces pressed to your thighs. It was a moment you’d wanted to commit to memory forever. A brief glimpse of joy in a seemingly endless war. “These di’kut think I don’t listen, but I do. You were so happy there. I heard you say you wished you could stay like that with us forever. Now you can.” His honeyed voice dropped to a whisper, “You’re special to all of us, sweetheart.” The soft kiss he placed on your nose, a wordless promise that you’d always have a place with them.

Rex, who had been quietly observing, finally stepped through the huddled mass of clones crowded around you. He handed you a small box with a handwritten note. He placed his elbow against your door frame and propped his head on his fist, his gaze soft and affectionate as you read it.

Something to keep with you to remember how loved you are.

Always, Rex.

PS your work himbos never liked him anyway.

You opened the tiny box to see a pair of delicate earrings with little gems that were 501st blue. “Rex, these are incredible. But…these are…I mean. This is so much. I really don’t deserve these. Or any of this really,” your voice was soft, shaking in disbelief at your current situation.

“No? I’d disagree, cyare. In fact every single trooper standing here would disagree with that, wouldn’t you boys?” A chorus of “That’s right, Cap!” and “He’s right cyar’ika!” echoed through the empty hallway. “Besides,” Rex continued, “the ones you’re wearing now are from that scrawny little tit. Correct?” Your nod was barely visible as you stared in awe at the troopers before you. He reached out to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. “Thought I’d replace those unsightly things with something that reminds you of the real men in your life who actually care about you every time you look in the mirror.”

Your lip trembled looking at the overwhelming display of love you’d received from the boys. Your boys. It was then the dam broke and you could no longer hold back the tsunami of emotions and tears that had been pounding at you all week. “I…you…thank…” you couldn’t form words between the heavy hiccuping sobs. Rex moved in for an embrace. It felt as safe and warm as it had when you’d first confided in him. You pulled back and wiped your face on your sleeve. You inhaled deeply and though your breath was shaking still you were smiling when you looked at the anxious faces quietly watching you, “I can’t possibly eat all of these noodles AND the takeout I already ordered. You boys get in here and we can watch a holofilm while we dig into all the food.”

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You and your boys piled on and in front of your sofa until it was just a mess of limbs and laughter and poking and teasing. Once settled you had every trooper touching you in some form, even if it was just a hand resting on your arm, or leg. Rex claimed the spot to your right, his arm lazily resting along the back of the sofa. Kix squeezed in on your left, hands immediately beginning a soothing dance through your hair. Jesse squeezed in behind you, insisting on sharing the middle cushion with you. He positioned you snugly between his thighs. You stopped wiggling when he began drawing soft lazy shapes along your arms, shoulders, and neck with the pads of his fingers, gooseflesh prickled over you followed by a shiver running down your spine. Hardcase and Tup rested their elbows on your thighs and stroked the insides of your legs while ignoring Jesse’s protests of not wanting them hanging on him too. Fives scooted up to you as he sat on the floor, lifting your knees over his shoulders and resting his back against the couch. Dogma laid on the floor, head resting on a pillow between Tup and Fives. His hand reached behind him absently massaging your leg.

For the first time in a week you felt better. You felt loved. You were home. The food, wine, and holofilms lasted late into the night and one by one the clones who’d come to cheer you up had fallen asleep on and near you. Armor had been piled everywhere in your tiny apartment. The flowers were in vases and Dogma’s sketch was already framed. And when you made to switch out your earrings, Rex insisted on doing it for you. You reiterated you could do it, but he was so persistent you let him. “Much better,” he had crooned giving you a tender tap on the chin when he’d finished and chucked the old pair in the garbage.

Hardcase’s snoring was cutting through the silence like the Z-6 rotary blaster cannon he loved to use. Your legs had fallen asleep but you were unwilling to move and disturb any of them. Kix and Rex had made themselves comfortable on your lap, their feet kicked up on the arms of the sofa. Jesse shifted, wrapping his arms around you with a tender squeeze and a mumble that sounded a little like “darling little cyar’ika.” You nuzzled closer and allowed the warmth of their bodies affectionately piled around you to lull you to sleep.

Turns out that loser dumping you was the best thing to have ever happened to you because now you could have as many evenings like this as you wanted. You definitely could get used to himbo slumber parties.

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arcsimper5 · 6 months

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Hi! I’m not sure if you’re taking requests but I saw you reblog those prompts and I was wondering if I could get

“Can we please kiss? I’ve been wanting to kiss you since we left that place.”

With Echo or a clone of your choice (whoever you think the prompt fits the best with). Obviously you don’t have to so please don’t feel pressured to do so. Thank you and have a good day and drink water it’s important

Thank you so much for the prompt!

I went with Hardcase, as I just felt it fit quite nicely!

I hope you like it!

Pairing: Hardcase x Jedi!Reader Word count: 3282 Rating: M (suggestiveness, tiny amount of blood, injury, peril, innuendo, angst, tongue kissing, pining)

“Well this is new!”

Hardcase was practically trembling with excitement as the stone wall in front of you slid into the floor, revealing an old, cobwebbed tunnel deeper into the ancient temple, his grin practically palpable under his helmet.

“Focus, Case,” you reminded him gently, igniting your lightsaber, the cool blue glow bouncing off the walls, illuminating the cracked stones that made up the floor, “we’re here to investigate, remember?”

“But this is like a real treasure hunt!” he laughed, adjusting his grip on his blaster, bouncing on his heels as he waited for you to take the lead, “It’s exciting!”

“More exciting than mowing down battalions of battle droids?” you teased softly, flushing when the trooper nodded. In all honesty, you’d been somewhat surprised when Hardcase had volunteered to accompany you on a recon mission, knowing he much preferred action.

“Huh,” he chuckled, “not quite, but the company is definitely better.”

“Are you flirting?” you asked a little incredulously, barely holding in a nervous giggle.

Out of all of the men you worked with on a regular basis, Hardcase had quickly become one of your favourites. While most saw only a hyperactive, battle-hungry clone trooper with a limited attention span, you’d come to know him as kind, surprisingly gentle, generous, brave and incredibly smart.

In fact, he had been the one to unlock the wall you’d just passed through, figuring out a pressure puzzle with little effort.

“I, uh… Am I allowed?” he asked nervously, a soft click sounding as he unclipped his helmet with his free hand, deftly clipping it onto his belt. The moment you saw his face again, your heart fluttered, cheeks flushing brightly.

Like all clones, he was extraordinarily handsome, but there was something about him that set him apart from his brothers, a youthful energy that permeated every cell of his being, made him look brighter than everyone else. That, and you loved his tattoos, often wondering how far down his body they went.

If they continued over his chest and stomach, what it would be like to trace your finger along the lines, how he would shudder under your touch…

“If you don’t want me to, I… I can stop?”

His offer drew you back to the present, blinking the fantasy away as you shook your head, hoping he couldn’t see how red your cheeks were in the dim light as you giggled again, not quite meeting his gaze.

“I don’t mind,” you murmured, “but just a warning, I give as good as I get.”

“Oh?” Hardcase raised an eyebrow, his grin firmly back in place. “Miss perfect little Jedi isn’t so perfect after all?”

“I never said that,” you teased with a wink, Hardcase’s gaze darkening a little, his pupils dilating, “I just don’t mind a hot guy paying me compliments is all.”

Another smirk crossed Hardcase’s lips, as he shifted a little closer, walking right next to you in the small space as you continued into the tunnel.

“You think I’m hot?”

Another bolt of nervousness shot through you, followed by the heat of embarrassment and something else…

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about him in that way, in the loneliness of your quarters, laying in your bunk in search of sleep. Of course your mind would wander… it was only natural.

Your silence seemed to be enough of an answer for Hardcase, his grin widening even more as he swept his hand over his head, pretending to sweep back hair.

“Hmm… hot enough for a Jedi, huh? Now there’s an accolade I can get behind.”

“Oh kriff you,” you mumbled, trying to hide your embarrassment.

“If you insist,” Hardcase retorted without missing a beat, chuckling at your reaction. “What happened to ‘giving as good as you get’, huh?”

You were about to respond when an odd looking stone slab in front of Hardcase’s path caught your attention, a gasp caught in your lungs as you tried to warn him, all too late as he placed his foot squarely on it, the floor immediately giving way.

“Hardcase!”

He let out a scream as he fell, your body instantly following him into the hole in the ground without hesitation. Reaching out with the Force, you felt him below you, tugging at the tendrils of energy, wrapping them around him, pulling him to a halt just above the ground.

Carefully, slowly, you lowered the both of you down, onto the pile of rubble created by the collapse, Hardcase reaching out to grab your arm immediately, his eyes wide.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he questioned urgently, patting down your arms, checking your robes for any tears.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you reassured him breathlessly, noting a small gash on the top of his head, a trickle of blood oozing sluggishly from it. “Are you?”

He flinched as you dragged your fingertip just below the cut, exhaling deeply as you willed the Force to heal it, watching as the skin knitted together perfectly, all signs of the injury immediately gone.

“Wow… That was… Have you ever done that, like, during sex?”

The question caught you completely off guard, your eyes widening before you doubled over with laughter, tears springing to your eyes.

“Case, we’ve just fallen down a hole in an abandoned temple, almost died, and you’re asking me if I’ve ever used the Force during sex?”

Looking almost offended, he tilted his head to the side, frowning.

“Well… Have you?”

Rolling your eyes, you let out a huff of laughter, pulling your comm out of your pocket and flicking it open, trying not to laugh as a channel opened.

“Master Skywalker,” you smiled as Anakin answered the other end, his small holographic form flickering in the darkness, “just to let you know, we’ve run into some… issues. We’re working to find our way out of the temple, but it looks like the relic room is too dangerous to get to at the moment.”

“Roger that,” Anakin smiled, letting out a soft sigh, “should have known better than to think this would be easy. You guys need any help?”

You smiled at Hardcase, his gaze averting as he flushed a little, your own laughter barely contained.

“No, we should be fine, we’re just…”

“Mesh’la, look out!”

Before you could even answer Hardcase, he was barrelling into you, strong arms wrapping around your waist, plastoid digging into you through your clothing as he dived with you, just in time to stop your body being crushed by another set of falling bricks from above, dust clouds rising through the darkness.

Your comm slipped from your grasp, clattering to the ground and into pieces as the rocks tumbled from where they fell, crushing it thoroughly.

Once the shock had subsided, you felt gloves hands running over you again, a ringing in your ears slowly fading, Hardcase’s worried voice cutting through the static.

“Mesh’la? Are you okay? Maker, that was close. Hey, can you hear me? Did you hit your head? I tried to stop it, but…”

“Case,” you murmured, wincing as you moved to sit up, your back definitely bruised where you’d hit the floor, “I’m fine, really.”

Shooting you an unconvinced look, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, the motion gentle and tentative, and one you were utterly grateful for as your leg gave out, pain racing up your leg from your ankle.

A cry of pain left you before you could stop it, Hardcase taking your entire weight easily as you fell back, catching you and lowering you down onto the ground, careful to avoid any rocks.

“Yeah, you’re not fine,” he huffed, “time to rest, tough girl.”

Letting out a whine, you glared at him through the darkness, panic suddenly rising through you.

“My lightsaber, I dropped it when I fell!”

Hardcase let out a soft laugh, earning him another glare as he cautiously released his hold on you, unclipping his helmet and sliding it back onto his head, turning on the navigation lights. You raised a hand to shield your eyes from the piercing light, lowering it once he turned away, murmuring a soft apology.

“I’ll find it,” he reassured you in a tone so gentle, it almost made you question if this was the same trooper you were joking with mere minutes ago, “but first, we’re gonna patch you up and get a fire going, okay?”

“Fire?” you spluttered, confused.

“Yes, fire. Hot thing that puts out heat, you know?”

“I know what a fire is, Case,” you frowned, earning you another soft laugh, the sound making your heart flutter.

You watched in the light from his helmet as he shifted his pack from his shoulders, laying it on the ground and pulling out a small metal box, his gloved fingers working deftly as he opened it up and pressed a few buttons, a flame flickering to life from the inside.

“There we go, that’ll settle in a moment,” he reassured you as he shuffled to your other side, placing the contained flame close enough to heat you but not close enough to be a danger. The warmth of it immediately seeped into your skin, a shiver running through you as Hardcase moved back to his pack, careful not to aim his lights at your face.

“Right. Ankle next,” he nodded to himself, pulling out a small medpack, your eyebrows raising.

“I always wondered what you kept in there,” you chuckled softly, the trooper catching himself before he looked up and blinded you with his lights again.

“Oh, this isn’t what I usually carry. Usually it’s more blasters, ammo packs, lube, condoms, sex toys, you know, combat stuff.”

“Har-de-har,” you deadpanned as he giggled, pulling out a roll of bandages and a small bacta pack.

“I’ll need you to lift your robes, m’lady,” he instructed, his grin evident even through his modulator,

“Without even buying me dinner first?” you gasped in faux dismay, grinning at him as Hardcase watched you roll the fabric up, then moving to do the same with your trouser leg.

“I can still do that when we get out of here, if you want,” he said plainly, his voice suddenly far too even, your heart fluttering.

“You don’t have any credits,” you smiled weakly, sadness striking your heart as Hardcase sighed and shrugged.

“Would still take you somewhere nice.”

It struck you that he suddenly wasn’t joking, that he actually meant it.

“Case,” you breathed as he tore open the bacta packet and smoothed it over your ankle, his touch tender and careful, unwinding the bandages next and pulling them tightly to your skin, using the adhesive edge to seal it once he was done.

“Better?” he asked, packing away the empty packets.

But your focus was no longer on your ankle, your throat tight as you swallowed, mind reeling.

“Case,” you called again, the trooper freezing where he was now crouched over his pack, reorganising it.

Heaving a sigh, he resigned himself to whatever came next, shoulders slumping as he stood up and turned back to you, switching off his lights as he did.

“Yeah?”

“C’mere,” you beckoned him closer, “come sit with me.”

The shake of his head betrayed his hesitation, another sigh leaving him.

“Gotta find your lightsaber,” he murmured, “I’ll…”

“Rina’s diner.”

You could almost imagine the shocked expression on his face as his head snapped round to look at you, simply staring.

“W-What?”

“Rina’s diner,” you repeated with a nervous smile. “They serve Clones and Jedi, part funded by the Republic. We don’t need credits to go out. We could… We could go there.”

The silence that followed your statement seemed to drag on forever, the crackling of the fire and Hardcase’s modulated breathing the only sounds around you until he reached up to his helmet once again, pulling it off with a soft ‘whoosh’.

“You’re… serious?” he mumbled, barely able to meet you gaze, the nervousness in his expression making your heart clench, “You’d… go out for dinner? With me?”

Nodding, you swallowed hard, pushing down your own nerves.

“When we get out of here, I’d love to, Case. You’re…”

You trailed off, lost for words as he bent down in front of you, one gloved hand moving to cup your face, his thumb brushing over his chin.

For a moment, he simply fixed you with an intense gaze, your heart fluttering almost violently in your chest, breathing ragged as he leaned in a little closer, his eyes flicking to your lips.

Your eyes slipped closed, a soft whimper leaving your lips as his breath ghosted across your skin, a shiver running through your entire body. Pursing your lips, you steeled yourself, only to have him press the tiniest peck at the edge of your mouth, his turned up in a shit-eating grin.

“What… What was that?” you questioned sharply as he pulled away, barely holding back giggles.

“You think I’m giving myself away on the first date?” he smirked, letting out a huff of fake annoyance, “I’m not a whore, mesh’la.”

“This isn’t a date, Case,” you reminded him sternly, glaring at him, your mouth tingling where his lips had brushed yours.

“To your knowledge,” he chuckled as he donned his helmet once more, turning around and reactivating his lights. Almost immediately, he stepped into the darkness, making a triumphant noise. Within moments, he returned to the fireside, removing his bucket once more and passing you your lightsaber, his expression a swirl of emotions. “Maybe I set all of this up just to get you alone? And I know we don’t exactly have candle light, but…”

“Case,” you sighed, shaking your head. He turned to look at you, eyes wide. “You… I thought… you were going to…”

You trailed off as embarrassment flooded you, tears pricking at your eyes. You felt so confused, so conflicted. The way you felt went against everything you’d been taught by the Jedi, and yet you were willing to take the risk. But his teasing hurt in a way you couldn’t explain, an ache in your chest that seemed to numb your limbs.

“Do you not… want to?”

Hardcase’s eyes went wide with realisation, his hands immediately seeking yours, thumbs stroking over fingers as he held them, swallowing hard before his eyes met yours once more, pained at seeing the tears there.

“No, no, mesh’la, I… I want… I… I’m… scared. I’ve never…”

He breathed out a frustrated sigh, frowning at himself.

“Look, I… I’m just a clone. I’m not… different. I’m just… I’m hyperactive, and annoying, and even my vode can’t stand me sometimes, and…”

“Hardcase. Shut up.”

He stared at you in shock, mouth slightly agape.

“You are none of those things,” you breathed, heart fluttering as he sat on the floor in front of you, swallowing hard. “You are brave, smart, kind and so, so funny. I treasure my time with you, I miss you when I’m not with you. You make me feel… seen. Understood. You treat me like a friend, not just a Commander, not just a Jedi. You’re so much more than you could ever know. I… I care about you. A lot. And I…”

You held your breath as he leant in closer, the nervousness in his gaze not lost on you.

“You what?” he prompted, eyes darting between yours and your lips again, his tongue darting out for a moment, his breath hitching.

“I…”

Your confidence faltered as his breath washed over your face again, another pleasant shiver running up your spine.

“Tell me, mesh’la,” he pleaded, desperation lacing his tone, “please.”

“Hardcase,” you breathed, his lips mere inches from yours now, your whole body trembling with anticipation, “I…”

A sudden light from above had you leaping apart, frustration and relief rushing over you in equal measure.

“Commander! Hardcase! Can you hear me?”

The familiar voice rang out above you as you looked up, shielding your eyes from the brightness that now flooded the collapsed area below the tunnel.

“Yeah, Rex, we hear you!” Hardcase called back, forcing a smile. “The Commander’s injured, but I’ve taken care of it. She’s stable.”

“Atta boy, Hardcase,” Rex chuckled, “hold tight. We’ll have you out in a minute.”

“Great,” the trooper grimaced, shooting once last look of longing down at you as cables began descending into the crevasse before he pulled his helmet on, moving to extinguish the flames in his survival pack. “Just great.”

*-*-*

Your trip to medbay had been a short one, checked over and okayed by Kix, given painkillers and sent on your way.

After your debrief, you headed for the mess, eyes searching for a familiar tattoo, trying to push down the disappointment you felt when Hardcase was no-where to be seen.

You wandered the halls of the Venator for a time, passing by the training rooms and common areas, greeting the troopers you passed, but still, there was no sign of him.

It wasn’t until you’d finally given up your search and returned to your private quarters that a familiar outline had caught your attention, Hardcase sat on one of the large window ledges that looked out into the blue glow of hyperspace. Dressed in only his blacks and lower armour, he seemed a little smaller, your heart constricting in your chest as you took him in, watching the play of blue light across his features, his eyes wide with wonder.

“Hey,” you called softly as you approached him, making him jump. Within moments, he was scrambling to his feet, gaze locked on you, his throat bobbing as he swallowed, “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

“You… You have?” he asked cautiously, eyes darting all over your face, almost avoiding your gaze. “I… I wanted to check in on you, make sure you were okay after…”

He trailed off, swallowing again as his eyes finally met yours, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Look, I… I wanted to apologise, for the tunnel, and I…”

He sighed, shaking his head, looking away for a moment.

“Case,” you began, stopping dead when he held a hand up, rolling his head back before fixing his gaze on yours again, letting out a frustrated groan.

“No, no, please, I need… I need to tell you. I… I like you, a lot. Like a lot, and… I’m an idiot,” he sighed, clenching his jaw. “I… Just… Can we please kiss? I’ve been wanting to kiss you since we left that place. Well, since before, actually, but I… I didn’t know how to… and I…”

You cut him off as you crashed your lips into his, the sensation sending pleasant bolts of arousal and relief through your entire body, your arms moving up to wrap around his shoulders as his smoothed up your back, pulling you against him.

The feeling was utterly divine, his lips so soft and pliant as your tongues began to dance together, a groan torn from his throat.

“H-Holy kriff,” he breathed as you finally parted, his eyes blown wide, breath coming in pants as you stood, simply holding each other, his forehead coming to rest against yours. “Can we… can we do it again? That was…”

“Get inside,” you ordered as you pulled him towards the door to your quarters, his mouth seeking yours once again as your stumbled backwards, searching for your keycard, licking into his mouth while you fell against the durasteel, his hips rocking against yours, desperation taking over him.

“Yes, Commander,” he grinned, yelping as he fell backwards through the door, your body crashing down on top of him, both giggling wildly as you slammed the door shut behind you, locking yourselves away from the rest of the world.

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sunshinesdaydream · 6 months

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Hi!! 💕

For the prompt requests how about "and accidental first kiss" with Wrecker 🥺

Thank you for the ask! I'm probably going to do this same prompt again with Hardcase because I got an anon without a prompt. I hope you enjoy this!

First Kiss Prompt Pairing: Clone Trooper Wrecker x GN! Reader (Pabu resident) Warnings: a dash of angst. Some Fluff. Word Count: 1029 Prompt: "Accidental first kiss" ☀️Sunshine's Master list☀️

It’s hard to pinpoint just when you fell for him. In the metaphorical sense, of course. The first time you saw him was when he had just arrived, new comers attracted attention. Rightly so, everyone on Pabu was here for a reason.

So when the group of clones followed Shep and Phee down from the landing pad you had happened to be out tending the herbs in their containers. Phee winked as she passed, you knew her well. You heard his voice above the other’s, loud but warm in tone. He met your eyes and grinned with a wave, which you returned as he went on with the group.

The next time you saw him was after the quake and tsunami. You lived in the upper levels of the island and you were helping those who had been displaced. He saw you carrying a crate of blankets, that honestly was just slightly too large for you to carry.

He and his brothers had been rushing about with the others to get everyone dry and warm for the night. “Mesh’la! Let me help!” His voice boomed over the commotion and he headed towards you. Instead of taking the whole crate he took hold of one side, allowing you the other and walked with you.

After you introduced yourself he answered, “My name’s Wrecker,”then with his free hand he pointed to his brothers and sister in turn. “That’s Tech,” he motioned to the one working with Phee. “Hunter’s over there,” the man with the skull face tattoo. “Omega,” he motioned to the girl with Lyana. “And, well…” a sad look crossed his features. No one came to Pabu without some sort of loss.

“I’m sorry you didn’t get a better welcome to Pabu,” you answer.

“The first bit was great! Glad we were here to help everyone out,” he smiles.

The next morning he is switching between carrying heavy loads when called upon to helping keep some of the kids from the lower levels occupied.

“You are supposed to be taking a rest, Wrecker,” his brother said.

“Yeah but the kids were sad, I just wanted to cheer them up a bit. I’m not that tired,” he insisted.

After that day you see him around as you both help the island rehabilitate. You speak often, and had worked together on several projects. You found that he enjoyed work and learning to do new things. That a completed project made him happy.

Within a few rotations he was greeting you with a hug each time. Which from him was no small thing. Each welcome enveloped all of your senses.

It was definitely before he had spilled and told you his story. Well, some of it. You suspected there was much more that he didn’t even think was something that he would need to talk about.

He told you about the chips, how he felt after he had been taken over. His lost brother, and the one that had dedicated himself to helping other clones. His conflict with wanting to help, but wanting to keep Omega safe. Wrecker told you there was no way she would let them leave her to do it. She would want to help. He told her how she had snuck away from Cut and Suu.

You listened to him, wrapped your arms around him as best you could while he sobbed on your shoulder, your heart breaking for him. Wrecker had tried to apologize afterwards, you tried to explain that it was normal. That it was a lot to process. The next morning there had been a bouquet of flowers on your front steps.

A couple of days later Echo had shown up, and they went off to try and rescue their other brother.

Everything about their situation was dangerous and they were heading into the heart of it. Anxiety was a tight knot in your chest. Going about your everyday you waited and watched the sky. If you hadn’t known before he left you knew now.

One day the ship did return, but it had been so many months. Making your way to the landing pad, you hang back. Shep, Lyana, and Phee were front and center. You hung back, among the other random onlookers. He may be your friend, but you didn’t want to assume anything. You didn’t think he really thought of you the way you did of him. Wrecker’s life had so much going on, he certainly didn’t need a relationship added on to that.

You watched as they left the ship. Omega being the first, running to Phee and Lyana. Hunter and Tech, followed closely by Echo.

There was a long delay, long enough that your heart clenched and your stomach dropped.

Slowly he made his way down the ramp accompanied by who you assumed was Crosshair. Wrecker looked upset as he went to join Hunter and the others. Crosshair looked bored, but he scanned the area around him. You could feel his sight land on you, a slight smirk twitching at his lips. He elbowed his brother and said something you couldn’t hear. Wrecker’s expression changed to excitement, looking in your direction. Then he called your name before running your direction.

Wrecker had you off your feet in a hug immediately. All of your thoughts flowed together and collided, you couldn’t form a sentence. Deciding a kiss on the cheek was still friendly enough to to be asking much, you turn your head to do so. Evidently he had decided to do the same, or maybe he was going to say something. Either way your lips crashed together. Comedically you both froze, eyes wide in shock. When you realize neither one of you had pulled away, you lean into his lips as your eyelids flutter shut. Wrecker immediately responded, pinning you against him with one arm while cradling the back of your head with his other hand.

After several long moments you parted, and he said, “Shoulda done that a long time ago,” Not having found your voice again you nodded, holding onto him tighter. He laughed, kissing your cheek this time. “Come on, I should introduce you to my brother,”

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clone-anon · 4 months

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Hello, would you be comfortable with writing about Hardcase and a mtf reader who is insecure about not passing. While there is a little ftm content there's like almost nothing for mtf 😢 I understand if not. I hope you have a good day!

I'd be happy to! I hope this is to your liking. I tried to make it romantic and sweet.

You stared at yourself in the mirror and then sat on the bed, looking down at your clothes. Were they the right fit? Did they give too much away? Were they the right colors? You weren't sure. You had a date with Hardcase and were supposed to go out to eat and maybe dancing. You loved dancing with him, but you worried.

You were quickly brought to the moment when you heard him at your door. You let him in and smiled. It was hard not to smile when you saw him. Handsome as ever with a huge grin on his face.

"Evening, cyar'ika," he pulled you in for a hug and placed a huge kiss on your lips. You kissed him back and tried to relax in his arms as he held you for a moment. He couldn't help but feel your unease. "Everything okay?"

You nodded a little and shrugged. He knew better.

"Nah, I know that look," he said. "What is it?"

"I just bought this outfit. Do I look pretty enough? Do I look..." your eyes searched the room, looking everywhere but at him. "...feminine?"

He took your hand and kissed the back of it, noticing you were still anxiously staring at your feet.

"Of course you do! You're beautiful."

He cupped your cheek and looked at you, waiting to see if you felt safe enough to look at him. You eventually met his eyes, unsure, but trusting he meant what he said. One thing you could always count on was that Hardcase never lied. His hands carefully traveled down your body, enjoying the feeling of the fabric and your skin. His strong fingers traced the path along your arms and down to your fingertips where he kissed each one. He moved to caress your shoulders before his hand made its way to the small of your back.

"This okay," he asked as he appreciated you. You nodded. You were still getting used to being touched that way, but everything about him was tender and loving. Even when he was pure chaos, you knew you were safe and treasured.

"I want you to feel comfortable and to feel as gorgeous as you are," he said before kissing your cheek. "Whatever you need for me to remind you how I see you."

You gazed into his eyes and said, "Sometimes I'm worried all people will see is a guy in a dress."

"That's not how I see you and that's not what you are," he said, nuzzling his nose against your cheek as he held you close. He started to sway in a dancing motion.

"I worry what if I pick the wrong color or style so I don't look how I feel inside."

"Do you like this color and style," he said, indicating the clothes you had on.

"Yes, it's one of my favorites."

"Then it's perfect on you," he replied. "You look lovely. You're my beautiful girlfriend." He continued to slow dance with you for several minutes before asking, "Do you still want to go out?"

"Yes," you answered as you melted further into him. It was hard to worry so much when he was clearly smitten. He never doubted who he was with, never doubted you. He'd do everything he could to help you feel as wonderful and perfect he as knew you were.

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luna-the-lone-red-wolf · 6 months

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18+ and please don't judge me

The medic

Prologue

I sat in my tiny quiet room with a letter that would either ruin my life or bring me so much joy that I might start crying. Finally I tore the letter open and held my breath as I pulled the letter free, ‘Dear Luna we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into the Grand Army of the Republic as a medic. You will start your combat training here on Coruscant but then will be transferred to another facility later on if you pass. Please report to the base at 0800 tomorrow.’ I wanted to scream in joy but held it back. I was finally leaving this god forsaken place!

I quickly grabbed my duffle bag that had everything that I was going to bring with me into my new life and ran out my door, closing it quietly so as to not disturb the rest of the house as I snuck out. I walked as quietly as I could, making it to the door in a few moments. I held my breath as I opened the door and quietly went out, closing the door and running to 79’s. As I rounded the last corner the bar came into sight, I ran faster and made it to the door, it automatically opened. I looked around hoping to see some of the 501st, 212ths, or the 104th. As I looked around I spotted some of the 501st, I skirted around the dancing clones, past the bar and to the booth that the 501st was at. Fives was the first to notice me, he stood up and waved his arms in the air, I covered my mouth to stifle my laughter as I walked over to them.

I looked around the table and saw Jesse, Kix, Hardcase, Tup, Echo, and Rex as I walked up. “Hey sweetheart!” Fives smiled and gave me a hug. I hugged him back laughing “ Hello love.” “Hey! You can’t hog her all to yourself Fives!” Jesse shouted coming behind me pulling me away from Fives, I couldn’t help but laugh as Jesse held me from behind nuzzling into my hair kissing my neck and taking a deep breath of my scent. Fives was still in front of me glaring at Jess, he lifted his arms and put his hands on my hips right above Jesse’s hands and brought his body closer his face only a breath away when Echo got up and put a hand on his brother's shoulder and eased him back “Jesse’s right you can’t hog her all to yourself.” Echo then slipped in between us and pulled me away from Jess’s hold kissing my temple “Hello Darling. How are you?” I nuzzled into his chest. “Hello love, I’m great and you?” he hummed in my ear “I’m better now that you are here, why are you in such a good mood?” I put my hands on his chest and gently pushed him back and looked in his eyes. “I’ll tell you when I’m done greeting everyone else. Ok?” he nodded and released me. I smiled up at him and kissed his check.

I greeted the others and smiled widely as I pulled out the letter that I received this morning and handed it to Rex to read. He raised an eyebrow but opened it and read it quietly then looked at it with surprise then his face broke into a smile. He jumped up and picked me up by the waist and hugged me. I laughed and held his head to my chest. I looked at the table to see Fives picking up the letter and reading it and jumping up and started to do a happy dance and soon the rest of the 501st were joining in and shouting congratulations. Finally Rex put me down and gripped my face between his large hands and kissed me deeply. I melted into the kiss, finally we broke apart to breathe “that’s my good girl I know you could do it.” He rested his forehead against mine. I couldn't stop the small tear from sliding down my cheek and landed on his hand. He brushed his thumb over the next one to fall “it’s ok baby girl we are proud of you and will support you no matter what.” I looked up into his deep brown eyes and smiled knowing he was telling the truth.

Kis then came up and put a hand on my shoulder bringing my attention to him. “Yeah what Rex said we will support you no matter what and we also love you. You’re our girl always and forever.” Another tear slid down my chek this time caught by Jesse who came to my other side, “and we will do everything in our power to keep you safe.”

“And I promise to take great care of you boys when I’m done with my training.” I promised and looked each of them in the eyes. “Now this is worth celebrating! I’m going to go get us some drinks!” Fives shouted, he gave me a quick peck on the lips and walked to the bar. While Fives was getting us drinks the boys settled back down as I took a step towards the booth. I felt eyes on me. I looked around trying to find the eyes when I looked into a darker counter of the bar and found a group of 4 men looking at us.

The first one I noticed was the biggest one he looked like his muscles had muscles he was also bold with a huge scar over his left side of his face with and his eye was milky white, the man to the left of him was leaner but nearly as tall with silver hair and what looked like a crosshair’s tattoo over his right eye. The one in the middle was just about as tall as sliver but not quite he had brown hair and big rimmed glasses, then there was the last one he wasn't as tall of as built as muscles but he was in the middle with both he had a sharp hawks nose and dark brown hair that was tied back by a red bandana but that was most shocking about him was the half skull tattoo over his face.

We stared at each other for a minute until I felt a hand in my shoulder bringing me back to the present I looked up to find Fives looking at me with so much love and care that I completely forgot about the men watch us and join my boys for some much needed drinks and relaxation before some really long months in front of me.

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splashofspotchka · 10 months

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Hello it's @clone-anon

Hardcase had been gone, shipped away the day after you last saw him, and struggling to contact you. He was so far away and you missed him dearly. You missed having fun with him and kissing him after causing some trouble. Life wasn't the same without him.

You wrapped up work for the day and eventually settled down to try reading a book and have a quiet night. You didn't always like quiet nights, but it felt like you'd been zapped of energy.

Suddenly, your comm went off. You had a missed message, but it was mostly static. It sounded like there may have been a syllable from Hardcase, but you thought your mind was playing tricks on you.

Several hours later, there was a knock at the door. You grumbled to yourself as you got up to see who it could be so late.

"Cyar'ika!" Hardcase came through the door, picked you up, and spun you around.

You clung to his shoulders and kissed any spot you could find. When he finally put your feet back on the ground you pushed against his chest. He barely moved, and tried to smile, but he could see the hurt all over your face.

"Where were you," you asked, tears forming in your eyes.

"A mission. Far away. I tried contacting you. I really did. Between all the boys, our comm time was limited if comms were working at all. I'm sorry, mesh'la."

You tried to accept it, but still, you missed him so much that is was physically painful.

"I'm back now," he added. "And I want to show you something."

He pulled out a sketchbook. It was filled with doodles. Some of them were quick sketches of nothing, sketches that he clearly used to pass the time while traveling on the ship. Times when he couldn't get up and jump around and cause much chaos. He turned the page to reveal different sketches of you and the places he'd been with you. All those times you thought of him, he was thinking of you too.

"Let's do something fun, yeah?" He smiled hopefully at you and laughed when you jumped back into his arms and kissed him.

"Yeah."

This is me to you clone anon.

#im crying actual tears rn 😭#i missed you clone anon #you are such a wonderful part of our little fandom #thank you for gracing my ask box #hardcase x reader

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puff-hugs · 2 years

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You want some facts about Rashi?

Too bad!

She's arachnophobic

Is a mom friend

Scratch that

She's THE mom friend

Most of the 501st call her mom

I have this picture of Omega asking where Echo learned to be such a good mom, and he just looks into space wistfully,

"Rashi

When she showed up with Rex, he leaned down and told Omega that's his mom.

She went and thanked her

She calls Echo her miracle child

It stared because she was really tired and overworked one day so he brought her a glass of water and a tall cup of iced, vanilla coffee with eight shots of vodka

"here you go, Mom"

"Thanks, Echo. You're a miracle"

And then it stuck

Especially after they find Echo

"oh, my miracle child, you're alive."

"Hey, Mom"

Has a purse with everything

That's very mom of you, Rashi

Loves candles

She holds funereal for the falled clones

Scented candles for the ones she knew

Multiple candles for the ones she knew well

Like Fives and Echo and Hardcase and Waxer

5'9

She met Rex at a 79's

She got caught stealing fresh bandages and bacta from the GAR medical rooms to patch up a homeless kid

She got arrested and as the were taking her to her cell they passed the med bay and she started helping the over worked medical clones

She was a medic then

As much as she loves children, she never had/wanted one of her own

She was fine just being the mom friend

She leans on things a lot

Like doors frames when she's watching the chaos of the room she about to enter

Or just against the wall

Either on her back or on her shoulder when she's talking to someone

Leaning forward on the holographic map/table/thing during reports

Really good at falling

Is they are going to crash she'll just jump out of the ship

When they worked with (against) Krell and he jumped out the window, Rashi was being helped up because he pushed her against the wall with the force, but when she saw him gone she just

Follows him

Jumped right out the window

Gave Rex a heart attack

Keeps a running list of the 501st's favorite stuff

Like how Rex likes marshmallows

And Echo likes dark chocolate,

And fives likes cherrys

And Hardcase can't sleep if it's more than ninety degrees (fahrenheit, about 32 Celsius)

And how not to let a drunk fives out of her sight

Especially if he's with a drunk Echo

Or hardcase in general

Worked with the rebellion after the war

Or as a nurse in a no order 66 world

She loved her kids

And they adored her

#star wars #starwars #Rashi #My Five

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craziest-in-the-guild · 3 years

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Get your Kix

Fives x F!Reader x Kix

Rating: Explicit 18+

C/W: Public sex acts with multiple partners, alcohol use, cursing.

Word count: 1866

A/N: So I had this idea the other day and it just doesn't fit with Rex, so I decided to write a one-shot (I think) with Fives and Kix. This title is trash, sorry.

You worked as a bartender at 79’s and couldn’t count how many clones had asked you out, but you could count the ones you’d said yes to.

You were drying a glass and daydreaming about the handsome men you’d been with. It had been a couple weeks since any of them had been on world and you were starting to feel needy.

Captain Keeli had been the first clone you’d said yes to. He was smooth talking and handsome. You two would often fuck and then cuddle, watching holo vids.

Fives had been after you for a while. You’d finally gone with him one night after he’d given you the sweetest, most pitiful look. He was simultaneously gentle with you, but rough. You loved how he fucked you like a whore, but took care of you after. He had enjoyed you so much that he said he needed to hook you up with his Captain, Rex.

Captain Rex’s men had finally convinced him to sleep with you one night. He wasn’t the kind to seek out comfort, but they all knew he needed it. He was a virgin, which had completely surprised you. He seemed totally embarrassed by the idea of a one night stand. He had enjoyed it, but was gone before morning came. He sent flowers the next day.

Commander Wolfe was the most wild clone you’d been with. That man knew exactly what he wanted and took it. He was good to you, but rough and had a habit of biting. He never commed the next day or while he was away, but any time he was in town, he’d come find you. You’d have to wear something with a high neckline the next day to hide the bite marks. You smirked at the thought.

A voice brought you out of your daydream.

“Hey sweetheart, can I get a round of shots for me and my vod?” It was Kix, a medic with the 501st.

“Oh, sorry I zoned out for a minute. Those will be right up for you.”

You were excited to see the 501st in town.

You’d been eyeing Kix for awhile, hoping he’d make the first move. Fives had told you that Kix had had his eyes on you, too.

Fives suddenly appeared beside Kix as if he’d heard you thinking about him. He was already drunk. You hoped he wouldn’t need yet another trip to med bay.

“Mesh’la!” He grinned from ear to ear, leaning across the bar to give you a kiss on the cheek.

“How are you tonight?” You asked.

“Perfect, now that I’ve seen you!”

“Oh stop it,” you said, feigning embarrassment.

“Please don’t end up in med bay tonight, Fives. I want to enjoy my night,” Kix jeered.

“He’s trying to get with that cute medic, that’s why he keeps ending up in med bay,” you gave Fives an accusatory look.

“I know, and she keeps turning you down!” Kix said.

Fives grinned sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders. He grabbed half the shots and headed back to their corner booth.

You shook your head, smiling.

“Would you like to come have a drink with us?” Kix asked.

“I would love to,” you answered. Your shift was just about finished and you saw this as the perfect opportunity to get close to Kix.

You took off your apron and came around the bar, following Kix back to the booth.

Everyone greeted you and you slid into the booth between Fives and Kix.

You threw back four shots, one right after another and the men cheered. Honestly, it was nothing for you, but it impressed them.

Fives’ ungloved hand slipped under the table and onto your right thigh. His fingers quickly found the hem of your skirt and slid under it.

Meanwhile, Kix was telling you about some of the ridiculous injuries he’d seen and how the men had obtained them. The men seemed to always be up to some shenanigans.

You were focused, until Fives’s finger made its way to your clit. You hadn’t worn underwear and he was taking advantage of that.

You inhaled sharply as he rubbed your clit in tight, slow circles. After a few minutes, the finger dipped down to your wet slit.

You were thankful Kix had turned his attention to Jesse and Hardcase for the moment.

“What ARE you doing?” you hissed as you leaned close to Fives, hoping no one else could hear.

“Making sure you’re ready for Kix. And if things don’t go off between you two, maybe you’ll be ready for me,” he said, a sly smile on his face.

With that, the finger pushed into your slit, quickly finding your g spot. It was all you could do to not wiggle or whimper. He teased you just long enough to leave you frustrated.

“You’re just going to have to let him know you’re interested,” he whispered, withdrawing his finger.

The others had left to get more drinks, leaving you with just Fives and Kix. Fives excused himself to the ‘fresher.

You placed your hand on Kix’s thigh. His eyes met yours and you felt the heat rising in your cheeks. Blushing wasn’t something you did much of anymore, especially when a man was just looking at you.

He leaned forward, soft lips connecting with yours. It was over quicker than you liked.

“Want to dance?” Kix asked.

“Of course,” you replied, breathless.

——————-

The dance floor was crowded with clones and their companions. You’d seen a lot on this dance floor, including people fucking. No one cared.

You were grinding your ass against his codpiece, mentally cursing that piece of plastoid for being in the way.

He pulled you close, running his hands up your sides and bringing your arms up and around his head.

His lips brushed past your ear, lighting a fire in your core. You tilted your head slightly and he kissed your neck. The fire grew hotter and you could feel the slickness on your thighs.

Kix’s hands came back down, one resting on your breast and the other on your waist. He squeezed your breast and rolled the nipple between his fingers. You hadn’t worn a bra.

He brought his other hand up and teased your other nipple. You arched back, urging him to not stop. His teeth dragged across your neck.

“Want to get out of here, mesh’la?” He whispered.

You turned, leading him outside to the alley. It wasn’t uncommon to see couples in the alley, but tonight you were alone.

Kix pinned you against the wall, kissing you fervently. He nipped your lip and you nipped back. Stars, he tasted so sweet.

You felt the shoulder ties of your dress come undone. He stepped back and pulled the front of your dress down, exposing your breasts to the night air. Kix stood there, admiring you.

“You don’t mind being exposed where others could see?” he asked.

“I’ve never done this, but I like the risk.”

You wondered if he could see how excited and nervous you were.

“Good,” he said and leaned down, taking your nipple in his mouth.

Your cunt was aching with need.

“Please,” you whined.

“Please what?” He stood, locking eyes with you.

“Hmm?” He pressed you for an answer.

You looked away as a group of clones passed the entry to the alley, but none had seen you. You weren’t sure if you were relieved or disappointed.

“Focus on me, not on them,” he placed his thumb and forefinger under your chin and turned your head back to face him.

“I, I want you in me,” you smiled.

He reached down, removed his codpiece, pulled his hard cock from his blacks, and slid on a condom. He lifted your right leg and pushed his cock into your throbbing cunt.

“Mmmm,” you whimpered.

“Too much?” Kix asked.

“No, it’s just, maker, my cunt’s been aching all night and you feel so fucking good.”

He thrusted further into you, eliciting a gasp.

Your soft breasts pressed against his plastoid covered chest as he thrusted slowly.

“Stars, you’re so fucking wet,” he mumbled as he kissed you.

“Hey! There you guys are!”

Your head snapped to the right, and you saw Fives walking down the alley.

Kix didn’t stop.

“Oh, um, I’m sorry, I’ll be going,” he stopped when he realized what was going on.

“Do you…do you want to stay?” you asked.

“Vod?” Fives asked.

Kix nodded his head, never looking away from you or changing his pace.

He had been so quiet early in the evening, but so bold now. You were pleased.

Kix pulled you away from the wall, staying inside you.

Fives stepped behind you and Kix leaned you against Fives.

Fives took your hair in his hand and pulled your head back to look up at him.

“When I was fingering that wet little pussy earlier, I didn’t know we would be in this position,” he said.

He kissed you hard as his free hand massaged your breast and tugged your nipple. You’d never had two men at once and it was exhilarating.

Kix’s pace had quickened and you were about to cum.

“You ask him, cyare,” Fives said. You’d been with him enough that he could see your tells.

“May I cum, p-please,” you squeaked out.

“Yes, you’ve been such a good girl, mesh’la,” Kix said.

“Cum hard on his dick, just like you do for me cyare,” Fives pulled your head back farther, exposing your neck and kissing it, nipping here and there. His hand slid down to your clit and the pleasure was overwhelming.

You closed your eyes as the fire that had been burning in your core turned into an explosion. Your cunt squeezed tight around his cock as you came.

“Fuck, so…fucking tight,” Kix moaned through gritted teeth.

Kix picked up your other leg and Fives helped support you. He had shifted his arms to be under yours, supporting you, his hands on your breasts, pinching your nipples.

Kix thrust hard and fast, your cunt making a satisfying squelching sound with every stroke. He pulled your hips harder towards him, digging his fingertips into your soft flesh.

Fives rolled and pinched your nipples harder.

You held your breath and a delightful tingling consumed you.

You let out a scream, but Fives was prepared and placed his hand over your mouth to muffle it.

Kix was struggling to thrust against your tight walls and finally exploded inside you.

Fives removed his hand from your mouth and brushed the sweaty hair back from your forehead, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

Kix pulled out of you and Fives had to support you to keep your weak legs from collapsing.

Kix pulled the front of your dress up and tied the straps. He then redressed himself.

“Maker, cyare, that was amazing,” he finally said, wiping his own sweaty brow.

You were able to stand now, although your legs were still trembling. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him.

“I want more, from both of you,” you said.

“I think we can do that, mesh’la,” Fives grinned.

“Let’s get you home,” Kix said.

You locked arms with them and headed towards your apartment.

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Peer Pressure

Kix x Fem!Princess!Reader

Summary: Kix finds himself giving the princess medical assistance, and even though the two of them hit it off, no one else seems to like the two of them together

Warnings: Mention of blood, mention of a bombing (happened prior to the story), people being a-holes towards the clones

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The first time Kix sa you he could have sworn time stopped for a moment. All his bleeding brothers, the destroyed droids and remains of the palace faded into the background the second he laid eyes on you. And when you ended up walking straight towards him his heart skipped a beat. Though he soon scolded himself for this when he saw that you weren’t exactly walking, but rather jumping on one leg, trying your best not to put any pressure on the other. Kix hurried over to you and without either of you having to say a single word he put his arm around your waist and guided you over to one of the makeshift beds along the tent walls. “Thank you”, you said. Those two words made Kix turn his attention away from your leg and to your eyes. Even though they haven’t been on this planet for very long, everyone in the 501st could tell that the inhabitants were not big fans of clones, most of them ignored them altogether while others were nothing but mean and cold. Your words might have been the first friendly ones he had heard since their arrival that didn’t come from one of his brothers. “You’re welcome”, he replied, trying his best to focus on your leg again and not your gorgeous eyes. “What seems to be the problem?” You shrugged. “I’m not quite sure. I was with my family, trying to escape the palace as soon as the alarms went off, but then there was this loud noise and next thing I knew I was all alone and the walls around me were nothing more than dust and pebbles. Kix nodded along while you talked. “Do you mind lifting your dress so I can have a closer look at your leg?” You did as you were told, lifting the hem of your dress inch by inch until Kix told you to stop. He could now see that your knee was at a weird angle and there was a long cut along your calf, which was still bleeding. He studied the dark fabric of your dress for a moment to see if there was any indication as to how much blood you’ve lost, but all he noticed that the dress, though now dirty and torn in some places, seemed incredibly expensive. You must be a very high up servant, or maybe even some kind of noble woman. “Your knee is dislocated and you have a cut on your calf. It’s bleeding a lot, but not deep, so you should be on your feet in no time”, he explained as he began to disinfect your wound before wrapping it up. “Try not to put too much weight on this leg the next couple of days, a day or two of bedrest would help as well, if that’s possible. And the bandages should be changed once a day until the wound is closed. As for your knee, this will hurt for just a second, you can squeeze my arm, it might help with the pain.” Once again you were a model patient and did as told while Kix tried not to let your warm hand on his arm affect him. He had put off parts of his armour a while earlier due to the hot climate and now there was only a thin layer of fabric between your skin and his. “What’s your name?”, you asked as Kix put his hands on your knee, whether because you were really interested or to distract you Kix didn’t know, but he found that it didn’t really matter to him. You had asked for his name, not his number as the few other people he had spoken to on this planet, one of whom had only asked so he could report him for daring to touch him while placing a bacta patch on him. “Kix. My name’s Kix”, he said and quickly followed up by asking for your name. “I’m (Y/N)”, you said, though you rather screamed the last syllable in the short moment it took Kix to relocate your knee. “It’s very nice to meet you, Kix. And thank you so much for your help. What can I do to repay you?” Kix, now finished with his work, looked at you in shock. Surely you had to be joking. “I... “, he began, not sure what to say. In all his time as a medic, this was a question he had never heard. “Maybe we could meet again for dinner and you could tell me what you’ve thought of”, you suggested with a bright smile on your lips that made Kix’s mouth dry. Did you just ask him on a date? Were you flirting with him? “I’d like that. Especially after the day I’ve had”, he finally admitted. Still smiling you leaned forward, placing your elbows on your legs and your head in your hands until your face was only inches way from Kix, who was still kneeling in front of you. “Go on, tell me about your day.” Kix scanned your face, looking for any trace of irony or cruelty, but when he didn’t find anything that might lead him to believe that you weren’t sincere he began. “Well, it was a long day and a short night. Jesse, that’s one of the brothers I’m closest with, woke me at the crack of dawn because Hardcase had dropped his caf and cut himself on the broken cup trying to pick up the pieces. Once his hand was bandaged Echo and Fives came running through the medbay, trying to hide from Dogma, who they had pulled some sort of prank on. And before that could be settled Rex commed us to get us over here because the palace was under attack.” Kix surprised himself with how much he had told you, how easy it was for him to talk to you and that you were smiling and laughing as he told his story. “That sounds like an eventful day, much better than mine. Maybe I’ll get to meet your brothers one day”, you said wistfully. Before Kix could reply to that he heard voices from the other side of the tent. As he looked over he saw you rolling your eyes out of the corner of his eyes. “Where is she? Where is our daughter? I demand you bring us to her?” He saw Rex trying to calm the screaming man down, but the woman next to him then began to yell at the Captain. Luckily just a moment later General Skywalker intervened and much to Kix’s dismay lead the couple over to him. “Kix, the King and Queen say that their daughter was admitted to the medical tent. Have you by any chance seen the princess?” Kix shook his head. He was pretty sure he would have noticed if anyone like the two monarchs in front of him would have been anywhere near the tent. “There you are! (Y/N), we were so worried. What are you doing here? You should be with our own doctors, not this... clone”, the Queen exclaimed while, to Kix’s surprise, put both her hands on your cheeks. Though he didn’t hear your reply, since his attention was now captured by the King who had picked up his wife’s yelling. “What do you think you were doing with my daughter? Were you trying to kidnap her? You better hope for your own good that you didn’t touch her, or else-”, he began before being interrupted by both you and Anakin. “Dad!”, you yelled while Anakin told him not to speak to his men like that. Though neither the King nor the Queen paid any attention to either of you. Instead they both took one of your arms and basically lifted you off the bed. All you could to before they all but carried out the tent was to turn around to look at Kix and mouth a single word. “Sorry.” All Kix could do was stare after you, standing completely still and not registering anything around him until he suddenly felt Jesse’s hand on his shoulder. “Well done, vod. That’s the princess you were just flirting with.”

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A short while later you were sitting in an armchair in the one part of the palace that, by some miracle, was still mostly intact. The room was smaller than what you were used to, and the clothes you were wearing were a lot less elaborate than your usual dresses, and yet it wasn’t uncomfortable. Instead it felt rather like you weren’t yourself at all, like you could do things you usually couldn’t. The thought brought an idea to your mind. You looked very different in this simple black dress, with no makeup and unstyled hair, if you were to leave the palace no one would stop you, they wouldn’t even recognize you. Without thinking further about your idea you jerked into action, packing the small dinner on the table next to you in a basket you had found earlier and making your way out of the room and through the halls. No one stopped you, no one even bothered to look at you until you arrived at your destination. “Who are you? What do you want?”, a clone with the number five tattooed on his forehead asked. Though his voice was similar to Kix’s, he sounded a lot less friendly. “I’m looking for a medic. His name is Kix. We met earlier today and I-” “What? You’re gonna yell at him some more?”, another clone, this one without visible tattoos asked. You shook your head and lifted the basket in your hands. “I’m bringing him dinner as a thank you for helping me. And an apology for my parent’s behaviour.” It seemed to dawn on the clones who you were once you mentioned your parents. “You’re the princess!”, the tattooed clone exclaimed, though the other elbowed him in the side a moment later. “Kix should be in the mess. That’s the third door to the right”, the other clone said, his voice a lot friendlier now, before the two of them let you pass onto the ship. You soon found your way to the mess, though only once you stepped inside did it occur to you that finding Kix amongst all the other clones might be a bit more difficult than anticipated. As you began to look around the room you realized that one after the other all the clones had stopped eating and were now looking at you. You felt heat rising to your cheeks. Maybe you should have thought this through instead of assuming Kix would be around, waiting for you. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of you looking around the room and every single men inside staring at you, one of the clones walked up to you. He obviously wasn’t Kix, but introduced himself as Jesse, a name you were at least familiar with. “You must be the princess. If you’re looking for Kix, he just left for the barracks. Down the corridor, then left. If you might still catch him before he hits the ‘fresher.” Relief flooded through your body. “Thank you”, you called over your shoulder as you headed out the door to finally find Kix. You saw him just as he was rounding the corner and called his name. Though you hadn’t expected him to stop dead in his track because as soon as you ran around the corner you ran right into him. Luckily Kix had quick reflexes and caught you before you could fall down. “You weren’t just running, were you? What part of ‘don’t put weight on your leg’ didn’t you understand?”, he sighed, though there was a grin on his lips. You shook your head as you tried your best to catch your breath. How dare he talk about your leg now instead of appreciating your grand gesture? “I know, I’m sorry”, you said, even though you weren’t really, not if running was your way of catching Kix. “And I’m sorry for earlier. My parents... they’re... they can be... I’m sorry. I’m nothing like them, I promise. And look, I even brought the dinner I promised you as proof.” Without hesitation you thrust the basket in Kix’s hands. He looked inside before turning back to you. “That’s very kind of you, but I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to have dinner. Clearly there are a million reasons you should stay away from me.” You shook your head. How could he say that? Didn’t he notice how much you’ve grown to like him after spending just a few minutes with him and how that could easily turn into something more if he’d just agree to have dinner with you? Hadn’t he felt the sparks earlier? “Maybe I don’t want to stay away. Maybe I want to have dinner with you, no matter what anyone may say or think.” Kix simply handed you the basket, but before he could say anything else you tossed it to the side and stepped closer. “Tell me you don’t want to spend time with me and I’ll leave, but don’t blame it on other people. This isn’t about what my parents think, what your brothers may think, this is about you and me and the fact that I’ve never felt about anyone like I feel about you.” A loud sigh left Kix’s lips. He reached to take your hands in his and gently stroked along your knuckles. “You don’t even know me, mesh’la.” You spoke enough Mando’a for that little word to give you a bit of hope. “We can change that. We can take it slow, no pressure, no expectations. Just one question: Will you have dinner with me?” Kix looked deep into your eyes as his answer, one single word, left his lips.

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I might write two seperate part twos to this story, one in which Kix agrees to dinner and one in which he doesn’t, if that’s something you’d like to read.

As always, I’d love to hear some thoughts and feedback <3

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nicodemuslily · 3 years

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An hard case

She was wandering in the corridors of Tipoca City, followed by one of the locals when she suddenly froze in front of a great window. Behind the glass, there was a little boy, a clone, alone. He was sitting on the floor, barely playing with the two toys Kaminoans agreed to give him. Half of his hair has been shaved to put a pad on his tiny skull and, as he has rolled up a sleeve of his sweatshirt and his trooser, she saw that he has many bruises and scratches all over his skin. He looked so sad that Shaak Ti felt her heart clenching.

- Why is he all alone? she asked, puzzled.

All his brothers were living in pack, of different ages sometimes. Seeing one of them isolated that way was pretty strange.

- Oh, it is because he is hyperactive, the cloner answered, her grey face frowning with disgust. He only sleeps four hours at night and wakes up the other ones to play with them when he is bored. We put him there every night so he disturbs no one.

The Jedi watched closely at the place they chose for the boy. There was actually a bed, a small lamp and a pouf, but that was all he has. His environment was just made of white walls, grey flour and ceiling, and those two toys - a ball and a cube. It was no more than a jail and Shaak Ti understood why he wasn’t smiling. How he was supposed to sleep in this kind of room?

- Can I?

The Kaminoan nodded and the Togrutan entered slowly into the bedroom. The amber gaze immediately stared at her, fascinated. The boy was standing up in the middle of the place, watching her with a curious and concerned look at the same time.

- Hello. My name is Shaak Ti.

- I’m Hardcase!

He finally smiled, proudly, thrilled to meet a new friendly face.

- Hardcase, you said?

- That’s the way the long-necks name me.

The warrior tried not to be too suprised by this answer. Kaminoans always called the clones by their numbers, no matter what. She never expected them to give a name to one of their creatures some day, but it seemed that this one was so exceptional that they had to. And what name it was. A bad joke for the scientist maybe but the clone obviously appreciated it.

- What are you?

The child was not afraid anymore, his curiosity supplanting his fear of the unknown.

- I’m a Jedi.

- Of course, you are. You’ve got a lightsaber.

Shaak Ti look at her waist in a weird reflex and saw the long cylinder of metal hooked on her belt. He has a good eye, she thought with a smile.

- I’m a Togrutan, she revealed getting a little bit closer of his small inquisitor.

- Can I touch?

His eyes were focused on her lekkus and she almost saw the flow of questions passing by his brain. She crouched and grabbed one of them before presenting it to the futur soldier. He jumped to erase the distance between the two of them and started to squeeze the lekku between his tiny fingers.

- Do you feel it?

- Yes, I do.

- Oh. I must not do that so.

He gave her lekku back and stood in front of her, his hands behind his back, looking at her intensely. He tried so much to control his actions that she could see his jaws tighting up.

- Do you want to hear some Jedis stories?

- YES! he shouted happily like he was expecting that moment for ever.

The smile of Shaak Ti stretched out. She then took his little hand in her own and brought him to the pouf to sit on a comfy place. The boy rolled up naturally into her arm, his head on her shoulder. She started to talk about an old mission on a far away planet, describing the world and the peoples who were living up there, spending time on details she didn’t pay much attention at this moment, hoping the boy to get asleep quickly. But he wasn’t. His eyes were fiercely wide opened an hour later and she started to wonder if she has taken the right decision.

But her soft voice finally made its effect and Hardcase’s eyelids closed more and more minutes passing. He struggled for a long time but half an hour later, he was deeply sleeping along her chest. An heartwarming feeling invested her body by looking at his peaceful face. At least, she knew that he would spent a beautiful night this time.

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I bet you all wanted to see the picture from this history >> https://nicodemuslily.tumblr.com/post/646449907875692544/the-hardcase-case-rex-so-what-is-his-problem

Here it is! /o/

Actually, I did this drawing to watch if this paper can handle watercolour. And the answer is: not too much... ^^;

It’s my first try at drawing Shaak Ti! :) I know that her lekku were supposed to be longer (but I needed them to be shorter so as Hardcase can catch them in his tiny hand).

Sorry for the mistakes again in the text. ^^;

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soclonely · 2 years

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I posted 3,569 times in 2021

1931 posts created (54%)

1638 posts reblogged (46%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 0.8 posts.

I added 1,916 tags in 2021

#star wars - 670 posts

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#khai come get ya juice - 187 posts

#sw - 152 posts

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#captain rex - 117 posts

#the clones as - 95 posts

#the bad batch - 92 posts

#commander cody - 64 posts

#arc trooper fives - 63 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#waking up at 3am with your screen tv bright as nhl 96 intro plays on repeat because 8 yearold you passed out while playing with your cousin

My Top Posts in 2021

The Clones as Their Reactions to Seeing Themselves on Tumblr

all the clown clone content we post. How do you think the boys would react? Rex-”OH COME ON I DYED IT BLUE ONCE! And I do sleep sometimes thank you very much. Hm, I could be a werewolf you say?.. Now that you guys mention it General Skywalker does throw me a lot” Echo- “I am pegged as the more responsible one? *looks over at Five* I could see it” Fives-*whistles as he goes through his fan art* “Man do I look good or what?! And I even have a ‘simp’. Whatever it is sounds hot!” Jesse- “Wait why is my helmet on a stick with other helmets in this gif?” Kix- “Pirate Kix? *snorts* as if. Why is Coric the only one having emotional breakdowns in the medbay? I do too” Tup- “Murder, kittens, AND these cute drawings of my with great hair? Man you guys sure do know your stuff ” Dogma- *mumbles something about his tattoo not being THAT hard to draw* Hardcase- “Oh we were supposed to be looking at our own stuff? Im sorry I was busy reading some of these crack fics. People are hilarious and mildly disturbing!” Coric- “Musically inclined?” *pops out headphone* Bly- “My Dump truck what????? Wait. Aayla and I are a number one ship? *sniffles*” 99- “They all think I am the best *smiles shyly* But its really my brothers doing all the work you guys should do more content on them. i don’t deserve much. Just doing my duty” Fox- *Looks down at chest, then at the three empty caf cups on his desk* I mean, they aren’t wrong on the tiddies and coffee. But I do sleep when Thorn opens his mouth to talk Cody- “I AM NOT IN LOVE WITH GENERAL KENOBI.. Also, I don’t just kick droids.. I throw a few good swings in too.” Waxer and Boil- *sobs at all the numa and waxer boil art* Wolffe- *eyerolls* “I don’t even bite...” Sinker and Boost- “Hey why are we the stinky ones?!” “I don’t Sink! I can swim ya know!” Hunter- “Tired dad just trying to survive? *looks over at Wrecker shoving explosives in his pants pocket* Accepted.” Wrecker- “I’M A HIMBO? NICE! WHatever that is!” Tech- “They keep calling me ‘baby’. You know I have read about this kink and I for one-*Hunters hand covers his mouth* mMmmmmMmmMm” Crosshair- “I-why am I such an ass? *glares* I’m not that bad you all just like the regs too much!”

574 notes • Posted 2021-02-04 18:30:27 GMT

Just give me a show like the National Geo ones about the rainforest, oceans, or mountains Except make it Star Wars and each episode is a planet from the galaxy exploring the people, culture, animals, and geography of it. But... still narrate it like the Nat Geo Documentaries.

834 notes • Posted 2021-01-19 18:51:59 GMT

99 teaching a small dance class on Kamini if cadets. They perform for the ARCs and Visiting commanders sometime.

BABY FIVES WAS A LITTLE TREE ONCE. When he saw shaak ti in the audience he waved frantically and excited

985 notes • Posted 2021-08-17 17:50:57 GMT

LMFAO it really went...

Imperial Stormtroopers: Can't shoot for shit

Gregor: *schoolgirl giggle* Oops my bad

1149 notes • Posted 2021-07-30 15:20:27 GMT

When you are in the middle of a briefing during the spring and a butterfly decides to interrupt to give you kisses. One of my favorite pieces from @celiansartblog thank you for making my spring not as stormy🥺

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rowansparrow · 3 years

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By Any Other Name: Chapter Nine (READ WARNINGS)

Summary: After devastating news, Rex and Reader must rush to stop Fives from taking drastic action.

Chapter Rating: Mature

Warnings: There are descriptions of a s*icide attempt in both the italicized sections and non-italicized sections of this chapter. When reblogging this, I ask that you please include a trigger warning in the tags for the safety and comfort of others. Thank you. (If you do not like these themes or these things upset you, DM me and I can give you a quick summary of what happens so you can skip this chapter)

Ships: Rex x Female!Reader, Fives x Female!Reader, Echo x Female!Reader, Clone OC x Female!Reader, other ships tbd.

Tags: #ByAnyOtherName, #BAON

Word Count: 3.3k of pure agony

A/N: Welcome to hell.

As always, bless @fat-zygerrian for being my beta reader!

Comment if you want to be tagged! Reblogs are SO appreciated!

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight

It hurt. You had not expected it to hurt. After being numb for so long you thought you were beyond feeling, now.

For a brief moment it had succeeded in distracting you. Your grief, your exhaustion, the numbness that had filled your every moment… it all dissipated between one heartbeat and the next as the blood cascaded down your knuckles. The fractured mirror distorted your reflection. A large piece of glass glared back up at you from the basin of the sink. Your blood steadily dripped onto it from where it streamed down your bloodied hands.

The glass had ribboned your hands where you’d struck the mirror, glass jutting painfully from your skin. But all the same, you felt relieved. You could not stand the sight of your own face anymore. Not when Rose wasn’t there behind you, with his beautiful smile and loving eyes.

Picking up the piece of glass from the sink your body sunk down to the ground. You pressed your back weakly against the wall. It would be so easy. So quick. One quick movement and you’d be dead in a matter of minutes..

You absently noted the blood flowing down your arms at an alarming rate. You felt dizzy, cold. You had obviously injured yourself worse than anticipated. Maybe the decision was made for you and now you’d bleed out on your own...

You were still holding the glass in your red hand when you heard the front door open. Dimly, you registered someone calling your name.

You shifted, deciding to lie against the floor instead. The tile cools your hot cheeks and dried some of your tears. The blood from your hands and arms filled the crevices of the tile, inching towards your face.

You’d locked the refresher door. A knock. Someone was calling your name again.

In your feeble state you thought that the voice belonged to Rose. That Rose had come for you. A weak smile pulled the corner of your lips. He’d just come home from his mission. Rose was looking for you. The world grew quiet and dark around you. Cold. But Rose was calling for you. You could feel his hands on you. They were warm. You gasped upon feeling his hot breath against your lips but felt too weak to open your eyes to see him.

“Wake up.” His voice called, barely a whisper.

You let out a soft sound, trying to reach out to him. To reach Rose.

“Wake up.” Muffled, like he was calling to you from far away.

I’m trying, you wanted to tell him. I’m trying, I’m coming, I love you, I’m coming.

The voice grew louder and you suddenly remembered Rose was dead, cold and buried somewhere far, far away. Somewhere you couldn’t reach him. You gripped the glass tighter and the jagged edges dug even deeper into your flesh.

“WAKE UP!!”

Your eyes flew open. The bright light of the bathroom was partially obscured by the face looming overhead. Groaning, you closed your eyes again. Too bright. Too much.

“No, no – dammit all! Keep your eyes open! You’re okay. You’re okay! You’re going to be fine.” Fives was frantic, his voice higher than you had ever heard it before. Wild panic flared in his expression. One arm wrapped around your shoulders as he half-held you in his lap, the other hand pressing roughly against your wrist.

“You’re going to push the glass in deeper!” Echo snarled somewhere to your left. You caught a glimpse of him tearing through his pack, a med-kit strewn open on the floor before him.

“She’s karking bleeding, Echo! Give me a better solution if you have one!”

“Both of you stop arguing.” Kix’s voice echoed from a comm-link on the floor near Fives’ thighs. “Focus or she’s going to bleed out. Where’s the worst of it coming from?”

“Her palms – n-no, her wrist. Her left wrist.. it’s bad.” Fives said, looking you over quickly. “Kriff, she’s ripped to hell, Kix.”

“Go away.” You mumbled, your eyes fluttering shut once more.

“Respectfully, shut up.” Echo replied, focused as he grabbed one of your arms, finding the wounds without glass in them and wrapping them in bacta patches. Your skin burned as the bacta took effect almost immediately.

“Give me the tweezers.” Fives snapped, pulling your other arm up towards him.

“No, your hands are shaking. Focus on keeping her conscious, I’ll handle the glass.” Echo shook his head and you heard him take a steadying breath. “What were you thinking, mesh’la?”

You saw blood – your blood – on Echo’s gloves and Fives’ armor plates. You wondered if Rose had bled when he died too, or if his heart stopped beating instantly.

“You aren’t kriffing dying.” Fives hissed. You hadn’t realized you’d spoken aloud. “Echo? How’s it coming?” He demanded.

“Almost got it.” Echo murmured, his tweezers focused on your hands as he plucked the glass quickly from your skin.

“I’m almost there.” Kix’s voice echoed across the comm-link again. “The Captain is with me.”

“Got it!” Echo was triumphant, flinging the last bit of glass aside and ripping a bandage open with his teeth. He passed a second one to Fives as he wrapped the biggest of your injuries. “This’ll hold until Kix can get a look at her.”

Fives sagged with relief, muttering a prayer to whatever gods were listening before turning his head to the comm-link. “Should we move her?”

“No, keep her still. I’m coming up now.”

You felt Fives’ gloved hand brush against your cheek, clearing away tears you hadn’t realized you’d been crying.

“It’s alright, we’ve got you.” He murmured. “You’re going to be okay.”

You lost count of how many hours you’d stayed curled up on the couch, sobbing against your knees.

When Fives had broken the news about Echo you wanted to scream. You wanted to cry. You wanted to break things, hurt people and wail to the gods; why, why, why would they let this happen again!

But you did none of those things. Instead you took a steadying breath, trying to keep yourself together.

“What can I do?” You whispered. “Fives, what do you need?”

“I don’t… I don’t know.” Fives seemed oddly calm himself. “I think – think I might be in shock, still.”

“Should I call Rex?” The tears were coming but you kept your voice in check. “Do you want me to meet you at the base? I can wait for you right outside the watch posts -.”

“No. I think I need to be around vode for a little bit.” His voice cracked slightly on the Mando’a word and your heart clenched.

“Okay. I’m here, whatever you need.”

“Are you okay on your own?”

Your heart twisted all over again. Fives had just lost his twin and he was still worrying over you.

“I’m okay, don’t worry about me. Fives, I’m so sorry.”

“I – I couldn’t keep him safe.” Fives whispered. “Kriff, I’m the last one. I’m the only one left.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t be the only one left.” He mumbled. “I can’t.”

“Fives? Talk to me.”

He hadn’t responded. Instead letting the call end with the soft click of his communicator. Then you’d finally allowed the tears to flow.

It was the soft knock on your door that finally pulled you from your stupor. With that, you rose to your feet sluggishly, wiping hot tears as the door slid open.

Rex’s expression softened the second he took in your face. “C’mere.” He murmured, stepping into the apartment and pulling you gently into his arms. His armor was uncomfortable, but you tucked your head against his chest nonetheless, finding comfort in his actions.

“How’s he doing?” Rex asked softly, pulling away and wiping at your tears with his gloved hand. “I’m sorry it took so long for me to get over here. I… I came as soon as I could -.”

“Who?” You sniffed, your breathing still a little shaky.

“Fives.” Rex repeated. “Is he in your room?”

“He isn’t – he isn’t here.” You mumbled, taking a slow breath. “He said he wanted to stay with the boys tonight..”

Rex screwed up his face in confusion for a moment. “Okay. Alright, cyar’ika, hang tight.” He guided you back to the couch, settling you against the cushions before heading into your kitchen, talking softly into his comm-link as he went.

“Anybody have eyes on Fives?”

You were too far from him to hear the responses of his men. When Rex returned to you a few moments later with a cup of water, you accepted it gratefully and listened in.

“Negative sir, thought he was dismissed?” Came Hardcase’s response.

“He was. I sent him to Y/Ns’ but he’s not here.” Rex replied, his voice measured.

“He told me he was staying on base.” You repeated.

“I know, little one.” Rex sat a little closer, putting a comforting arm around you. “When we landed, I told him to come straight here and wait for me. I even had Kix file a medical report giving him additional leave.” Rex redirected his attention to his comm. “Kix, have you seen him?”

“Not since you landed, sir. He came by asking for Downers. Said he just wanted to sleep.”

Rex’s expression darkened. “Did you give him any?”

“Negative. Just told him about the medical leave and sent him on his way.”

There was something about the way Rex’s expression tightened, the way in which his jaw was set a little too tense, that made your gut knot.

“Rex?” You asked him quietly.

“Nobody’s seen him anywhere on base?” Rex repeated.

“I can ask around, sir. But I don’t think he’s here.” Jesse said.

“Maybe he went to 79’s? Or the Lounge?” You suggested.

Rex nodded absently though you could tell he was still concerned. Regardless, he focused back on you. “What do you need?” He asked softly. “Have you eaten?”

“I…” You shook your head, unable to stop your next words. “..I need Echo back.”

You knew it didn’t help anyone to say it but you couldn’t stop yourself. Rex squeezed your shoulder gently though his eyes avoided your own.

“I know, cyar’ika. I know.”

“What – what happened?”

Rex sighed, scrubbing a hand down his face. “They blew up our ship.” He said finally. “Echo was.. He was too close.”

You felt the tears start up fresh and you buried your face in your hands. Rex’s hand moved to your back and began a soothing rhythm.

At least it had been quick. Quick and painless, just like Rose -.

Each thought that raced through your brain tumbled over the next, remembering suddenly what you’d been doing before Fives called you.

“Rex,” You lifted your head, swiping at the tears again. “Rex, about – about what happened with -.”

“Hold on.” He cut you off, his communicator beeping at him again as he flicked it on. A little holo-projection appeared before the two of you, a single red blip beeping on the map.

“What is that?” You asked.

“Fives’ location. Er, his armor at least. There are trackers embedded in clone armor, so we can find our people if anyone goes MIA.” Rex answered, distracted, zooming in on the blip. “Looks like he’s right outside the Lounge.”

You frowned and looked a little closer. You recognized the topography, the layouts of the building, the way the blip flickered just slightly off the Lounge itself -.

“Rex.” You murmured. “He isn’t outside the Lounge, he’s above it.” You looked up at him, eyes alit with worry. “He’s on the roof. On the landing platform. I’m sure of it.”

You thought back to his call. The way his voice shook, how unsteady and yet oddly calm his demeanor was. The cadence of his breathing. The fear, the grief, the loss.

“We… We talked before.” You said quietly. “He said he couldn’t be the only one left.”

You had heard stories from your boys. They’d told you about Domino Squad. About how their brotherhood was the only thing that had kept them going through all the loss.

And now Fives was on the roof.

You and Rex both reached the same conclusion. He leapt to his feet, opening your front door and flying down the hall, you hot on his heels. There was no time for hesitance.

“Do you have a speeder?!” Rex shouted over his shoulder. He was darting down the stairs, too impatient to wait for a turbolift.

“Yes!” You shouted back, heart pounding in your chest. You held your communicator in one hand, taking the stairs two at a time as you frantically tried calling Fives. Rex was doing the same thing a few feet in front of you.

His feet hit the ground first, peeling across the hangar bay floor towards the docks. “Which one?!”

“Here!” You shouted back, grabbing your speeder. He swung one leg over and mounted it quickly. You hopped on behind him and held tight to his waist with one arm while your other one kept trying to call Fives. “Fives, pick up!! Answer me!”

A rare Coruscanti thunderstorm peeled across the horizon, rain smacking your face like bullets, despite the bit of cover Rex’s back gave you.

“Kix, how close are you to the Lounge?” Rex shouted into his own communicator, whizzing through traffic as fast as your speeder would go.

“Er, I’m still on base sir, is everything -.”

“Get to the lounge, now!” Rex ordered. “As fast as you can.”

“Yes sir.” Kix knew better than to question the Captain.

Rex gunned it, forcing you to hold on tighter.

You made it to the lounge in record time. Rex forced the speeder into a slide as he came to a stop right by the front doors. He wasted no time, bolting into the club and vaulting over the bar, booking it for the back stairs. You followed a few breaths behind, taking the stairs two at a time and throwing the doors to the roof open.

The rain battered the rooftop, the neon from surrounding buildings reflecting back onto the rain, but you barely noticed the rain. Your eyes were trained on Rex, his hands raised to the level of his shoulders, extended slightly in front of him in surrender. Ahead of him, gripping the railing of the loading dock with one hand and a blaster pistol in the other, was Fives.

Even from a distance, you could see the wild look in Fives’ eyes. It was easy to see the state of manic desperation he was experiencing. The rain and wind whipped around him, the old dock groaning and jerking in the storm.

“Get down from there!” You shouted, starting to move towards him. It was then that you realized the blaster pistol in his hand was trained on Rex. Then as you took a step forward, it moved to you instead.

“DON’T KARKING MOVE!” Fives shouted. Lightning cracked behind him, briefly illuminating all three of you.

Rex shifted immediately, pushing you behind his back with one hand and keeping the other extended. “Easy, soldier.” He called, blinking away the rain on his lashes. “Come down off that thing. Let’s talk, alright?”

“I’m not going to talk to you about a kriffin’ thing!” Fives shouted back, switching the blaster back to Rex. Whether it was rain or tears on his face, you couldn’t be sure. You thought it might have been both. “You made me leave him!”

“He was gone, Fives!” Rex said, shaking his head. “You know that.”

“No! Y-you left him to die!” Fives’ voice broke, the blaster shaking in his grip. His hair clung to his forehead as the rain continued its barrage against him.

Fives gripped the blaster tighter and straightened up slightly to square his shoulders. “I’m done taking orders.” He snarled. “I’m not going to be a pawn anymore! Not to you, not to anyone else.”

“Fives,” Rex warned and took another step forward. Fives pulled the blaster towards himself, driving it up under his chin instead.

“I can’t do this, sir.” He whimpered, pressing the barrel against his jaw. “I can’t.” His voice cracked as he spoke.

“Fives, think about what you’re doing!” Rex shouted, stepping forward again. “Stop!”

“I wish it had been you.” Fives gritted out, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Alright!” Rex threw his hands in the air again. “Alright, be angry at me! Hate me all you want, I can handle that! But don’t punish her like this.”

Fives looked at you for just a moment. His dark eyes swirled with a pained melancholy that broke your heart. HIs posture seemed to dip inwards. Rex continued.

“You get to be angry at me. Gods know I’d be angry too.” Rex called, inching closer to the platform. “But she’s right here, Fives. She’s watching you. Don’t make her watch this. This is between you and me, yeah? Don’t bring her into this.”

Fives hesitated.

You inched around Rex, keeping your hands outstretched in front of you like Rex had been doing, reaching for Fives. “It’s okay.” You said, your own tears streaking your cheeks as you edged onto the platform with him. “It’s okay. Let’s just go home, okay? We can go home, Fives. We can just go home.”

You realized he was shaking, his breathing ragged as tears and rain soaked his face. He crumbled in on himself, the blaster lowering just slightly as you cupped his cheeks in your hands.

“Come on. Put it down. Let’s go home.”

Fives leaned into your touch and gripped the gun tighter.

“It’s not home anymore.”

He brought the blaster back under his chin and closed his eyes.

“Fives, don’t!!”

Your scream was lost in the sound of the thunder, wind whipping the platform once again and knocking you and Fives off-balance. His blaster went off, the stray bolt sailing up into the dark sky instead of into his head as the platform creaked dangerously. The sudden jolt forced Fives to his knees and the blaster clattered out of his hand. The metal dipped, the platform dropping at a sharp angle, threatening to fall entirely. You landed in a roll, tumbling down the slippery metal, your hands scrambling for purchase as the platform went out from under you. You heard Rex shout your name and a beat later a hand was on your bicep, hauling you off the ground and shoving you back towards the stable ground of the roof.

You connected with the hard plastoid of Rex’s armor, Fives scrambling off the platform right behind you as the entire thing collapsed moments after you’d landed on the roof. You listened to the groan of metal as it broke away from the rooftop, descending from the sky until it clattered against the ground below. The sound reverberated across the buildings around you.

For a while the three of you were frozen in place, squinting through the rain at the empty space where the landing platform had occupied only moments ago.

“Sir!” Kix’s voice echoed from the far-end of the rooftop, the medic’s boots skidding through the puddles and coming to a stop beside the three of you. “Are you alright? What the kriff happened?”

“We’re okay.” Rex managed, turning to Fives. The ARC Trooper’s sobs had returned but were reduced to little more than gasping breaths, trying to steady himself in the aftermath of what he’d almost done.

Rex wrapped an arm around both of you, pulling you both against his shoulders and closed his eyes. Relief.

“We’re okay.”

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ct7567329 · 3 years

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Welcome Back: Fives x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Smut (18+ Please! I'll mark where it starts, so you can still enjoy the first half!)

Words: 2.5k

Corellia was dark as always. You hated this. As you strolled down the crowded street, you held your breath in disgust. The filth of the planet made you gag, but, you felt as if Corellia was the safest place to be. Crowded and disgusting, the opposite of what you liked. During the Clone Wars, post wars plans were frequently discussed among your men. You often found yourself thinking about the plans the men had. Rex wanted to be a farmer, Hardcase an actor for an action packed holovid, Jesse a dad, and Fives, well, Fives didn't care what he did, as long as those plans included you.

Before you could spiral too deep into those thoughts, you shook your head, attempting to clear your mind. Order 66 had ruined all of those plans for everyone, and two years later, you still couldn't fully process that.

As you continued down the street, you constantly glanced around for imperial stormtroopers. It felt as if as more time passed from the Jedi purge, your touch with the force faded. You could no longer simply "sense" people's presence without thinking too hard about it.

Roughly one hundred yards away from you was a small group of stormtroopers. Out of instinct, you threw your hood over your head and tried to blend in as much as possible. As you got closer to the troopers, you ran your fingers along a soot covered bench and smeared it down your cheek, trying to disguise your facial features. On the rare chance any of those stormtroopers were clones, you could easily be recognized. The empire knew you were alive, and you didn't even want to think of the bounty over your head.

You wondered if any of troopers were clones. With there being only a few meters away from the soldiers, you glanced at them as any Corellian would. You felt one of the troopers eyes meet yours though his helmet momentarily. He watched you as you picked up your pace though the crowd, the slow turning motion of this head indicating this. After a minute or so of your quicken pace, you felt as if you were a good enough distance away from the solider that made eye contact with you. You paused and slid into an alley located only a few blocks from the run down apartment complex you call home. You sat on an empty crate and sighed, pulling your hood down. The last time you felt that stare was two tears ago.

Just like the last locked gaze you shared with Fives.

That last glance.

He was shooting at you. Through his helmet, you could sense his tears. Fives didn't want to hurt you, and you knew that. But, he had no other choice. You remember clenching your jaw, holding back tears. There was no escaping with him. You leapt from the building you were in and ran. You ran as far as you could. Far from Fives. Far from your life. Far from everything. Everything you knew was gone.

All you could ever wish for is that forever lasting nightmare to stop replaying in your head every time you saw a stormtrooper. But, that was a hopeless wish.

You ran your soot covered fingers through your hair and sighed. Just as you were about to stand up, the stormtrooper you locked eyes with was standing at the alley entrance, his blaster held lazily as his side. Figuring it was just a routine check, you began to reach for the identification card in your pocket. It was forged of course, but it always seemed to check out with the troopers. The trooper still hasn't spoken when you extended your arm, showing him your identification. His helmet tilted downwards as he read the name.

He chuckled, "Arilani Forrest? Creative!"

"No one has ever called me creative before," you mumbled, "but I best be on my way. I have a shift at the mining yard soon."

"Oh really?" his voice perked up, "would have never imagined you doing that." He began to walk towards you, forcing you to walk deeper into the alley.

You shrugged, "It was the best work I could get. Anything to better the empire." You HATED saying those words, "I'm honored to work for such a great-"

The trooper took off his hemet, making you stop mid-sentence. No wonder that glance felt familiar. It really was Fives.

Anger and passion fought within you as you stared blankly at him. Then fear hit. Quickly, you took a few steps back.

"Get away from me," you spit out.

Fives' smile turned to a frown, "Cyare, let me explain."

"You tried to kill me! You probably still are! And you just expect me to listen to you? To let my guard down and listen to the man who captured my heart and tear it to shreds?!"

"Don't act like that day was any harder for you as it was for me," he begged, stepping towards you, putting his blaster on the ground. "Remember Tup? I took that stupid chip out after that. That's why I cut my hair. I had to keep that a secret. For my safety, for your safety, for our safety!"

"Why should I trust you?" you murmured, trying to hold back tears.

Fives gave you a sympathetic smile, "Because you always used to tell me that I was the best shot in the 501st. You told me that there wasn't a single target I couldn't miss. If you really meant that, then why did I miss every shot I made at you. I wasn't even close. I was never shooting at you. If I didn't follow the order, I would have been killed right then and there. I knew you were capable of surviving. That's why I followed everyone else, knowing you would escape, hoping one day I could find you!" his smile grew, "it took two, long, excruciating years but you're here!"

You were quivering. As he stared at you, awaiting your response, you closed your eyes and exhaled, channeling the force. You came within arms length of him and placed your hands on the side of his head. Your heart skipped a beat at the touch. As you let the force speak to you, you soon came to realize he wasn't lying. There was no chip in his head. You let your arms fall to his neck as you pulled him close to you, your slow tears making his under armor around his neck wet.

His strong arms wrapped around your waist and pressed your body against his. The crappy armor felt uncomfortable on your cheek but you didn't mind. Fives twirled your hair around one of his fingers, the other hand stroking your back. The only reason why he "stayed loyal to the empire" was for this moment, no matter how long he had to wait for it.

Fives released your hair from his fingers and placed his hand on your chin, angling your face towards his. He took his glove off, exposing a clean hand, which he used to rub the soot off you cheek.

"Still as beautiful as ever," he murmured, studying your face as if he would never see it again.

"Fives, I-"

You were interrupted by his com link. He quickly threw his helmet and answered, explaining that he was simply doing identification checks, and he would report back soon. As soon as he ended the conversation, he took his helmet off and chucked in a nearby dumpster.

"I don't want to be a stormtrooper anymore," he sighed, his hands placed on your upper arms. "Please, get me out of here. They don't need me anymore."

You let out a small laugh, "While it will be a loss to the empire, let's get you, or, us, out of this nightmare."

The dark clouds over the Corellian sky finally began to give way, polluted rain hitting every surface. Rain on Corellia was vile, but in that moment, eyes locked with Fives, it didn't matter. He took off the rest of his armor and put it in the same dumpster as his helmet.

Digging through the trash, you found a battered cloak and threw it over him. "This will help you not stand out. I think the imperial logo on your shirt will give a little too much away. But let's get going. The rain is clearing out the streets."

He nodded in agreement and followed you to your apartment building. As you entered the elevator with him, you noticed he had a look of disgust.

"What?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Fives shook his head, "would have never expected someone like you to live somewhere so disgusting."

"Exactly. That's why I'm here. You don't get options when the empire is out to kill you," you explained as you unlocked the front door.

The apartment was smaller than Fives expected. He thought the 501st barracks were nicer than your apartment, which was clearly saying something. He glanced to his right and watched you take off your robes, revealing an outfit similar to the one you wore during the Clone Wars. As much as he loved it, he hated it. He hated knowing that every other man in the GAR would stare at the way it hugged your body, making you look far better than any model on the holonet. But, he loved knowing that you were all his.

"Yes?" you laughed, catching Fives staring at you in awe.

Fives swallowed hard, nodding, "Just looking at the most beautiful thing in the galaxy." He slowly walked towards you and pressed his lips against the side of your ear, "we have two years of catching up to do."

Smirking, you hopped up to sit on your kitchen counter, "723 standard rotations to be exact," you winked, playfully grabbing his hands.

His forehead met yours as he whispered, "I think I forgot how it feels to kiss you and cyar'ika, I've thought about it every day."

SMUT INCOMING

"Then what are you waiting for," you lustfully groaned into his ear.

That was all he needed to hear. Before you had the chance to take another breath, his lips were on yours, filling your body with a euphoria you haven't felt since the order. It felt as if no time passed at all, he still had every square inch of your mouth memorized. Fives put his hands on your ass, pushing your hips into his, you both instantly feeling the heat coming from the other.

"We need to get you off this counter," he groaned, nibbling on your lower lip. You moaned something inaudible in response as he picked you up and shoved your body onto the nearby couch. Straddling over you, he took a moment to stare at the sight. He longed for the day he could see you under him again.

As Fives grinded his hips against yours, you couldn't help but notice the growth in his blacks on the brink of busting open the cheap fabric. Your hands made their way to his waistband, which you didn't hesitate to pull down, exposing a fully erect Fives. The sight alone was enough to push you over the edge.

"Like what you see?" he smirked, taking the rest of his bottoms off and tossing them across the room. But before you could respond, he pressed a finger against your lips, "Now this isn't fair is it?" he wined, tugging at the hem of your shirt. In one swift motion, your shirt and bra was next to his discarded pants. Still straddled over you, fully exposed, he gawked at the sight in front of him. As he was in la la land, you pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the same toned body that made your knees weak when you first met him. You reached up to touch his left peck, running your fingers down his chest.

"Oh my handsome ARC," you whispered, tracing the outline of his abs. Two years later, pulling rank still sent him over the edge.

"That's it," he groaned, pressing his chest against yours and grinding hander into your hips. You were gasping his name with every push, which only made him push harder. Fives slipped his fingers into your pants and softly ran his index finger up your soaked clit. He pulled his finger out, your moan being music to his ears, and licked his finger dry. Fives knew damn well he was driving you up the wall, and had no plans on stopping.

You quivered at Fives' touch, and pulled the rest of your clothes off. Fives collapsed his body onto yours, the sensation of full skin to skin contact making his body tremor. As you both laid there motionless, taking in the moment, his throbbing cock kept poking at your entrance.

"Fives," you groaned, knowing you didn't even need to finish your sentence.

Slowly, he pushed the tip of his cock into you, listening to you moan under the pressure. As Fives pushed in further, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He steadily thrusted in and out, giving you enough time to adjust to his size. Every next thrust came faster and harder. Your jaw was clenched as you groaned, trying to hold back the orgasm.

"I know you're close cyare," he said between thrusts, "where do you want it?"

Breathing heavily, you put your hands on Fives' lower back, preventing him to pull out for another thrust, "The damn war is over and we can finally live our dreams," you gasped for air, "it's a risk we can now take." You let go of his back and he continued to pump into you. As soon as you felt as if he was on the verge of splitting you right up the middle, you let out a loud moan as your walls clenched around his cock, which was simultaneously, filling you up. Fives laid down on top of you, still inside you, as you both rode out your orgasms.

"Fives," you panted, running your fingers through his hair. He smiled and shut his eyes, placing his head on your chest, listening to your rapid heartbeat.

"Oh maker, I love you," he wined, nuzzling his head into your neck. He slid his softening cock out of you and got up, grabbing a blanket from across the room. You stared at his naked body, shining with the sweat you two just created. It was like staring at an ancient god. He laid the blanket over you and sat down, pulling you onto his chest.

"Welcome back my love," you smiled, tracing your finger on his chest.

"Hope I wasn't gone too long," he winked, watching you fall asleep in his arms.

It took two years, but finally, the post war dreams you shared were finally coming true.

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teletraan-meets-jarvis · 3 years

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hey congrats on 300 followers!!!!

i saw the prompts list and i can't help myself!!! i immediately zeroed on number 10, A bond between young and old, and i think Ahsoka deserves a birthday party. Obi-Wan and Anakin squabble over something and Yoda spills embarrassing stories about them (fondly) while they're distracted 🥰

Thanks so much!! This suggestion is out of this world so thank you very much for that. (Also apologies for the delay, work's been kicking my backside this week). May I present my very chaotic take on Ahsoka's Life Day celebrations.

If you'd like to join in on my 300 followers celebration, you can request a fic using one of the prompts here! :D

The (Not So Secret) Super Secret Surprise Party

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Summary: Ahsoka receives a very suspicious email from her Master and decides some recon is in order.

Warnings: None really, little bit of fictional swearing.

Word Count: 1.6k

Author’s Notes: This is absolute chaos but I am not even sorry. I live for anything wholesome to do with our disaster lineage, I hope I've done the prompt justice!! Fic is below the cut, enjoyyyyy.

The beauty of the Jedi Temple was unparalleled in Ahsoka’s mind. The way the Coruscant sun trickled in through the windows, highlighting the delicate architecture surrounding her. She walked in peace. The temple unusually quiet today, not that she minded. She smiled as she passed through the beams of light, their warmth settling on her cheeks.

Unfortunately, her moment of bliss was interrupted when her datapad chimed, a small reminder popping up on the screen. She’d been so busy with her studies today she hadn’t had a chance to check back in with her Battalion. Her face ruffled in confusion as re-read the reminder.

“TOP SECRET MEETING - Do NOT tell Ahsoka: @ 1700 Standard”

She clicked the invite to see it had been sent from her Master. Of course, only he could be so ridiculously unsubtle. She noted the room number in the temple from the invite and spun on her heel, keen to catch Anakin in the act of whatever he was trying to keep from her.

Anakin’s email guided her back to the Jedi’s living area of the temple, specifically one of the common rooms that was used for socialising during downtime between studies and battles. Ahsoka kept her steps light as she approached the grand door which was remained slightly ajar. She could hear a medley of voices coming from the room and started to plan how she could best get the jump on them. Grinning, she spotted her perfect vantage point, the fancy door had a large key hole which was just right for her to peer through. The Togruta crouched down and began a visual sweep of the room, starting with her Master.

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“Anakin, you had one job.” Obi-Wan sighed, running a hand down his face. The man looked rather worn out as he stared his old student down.

“Okay so I may have got slightly sidetracked making this insane playlist, but being the natural leader that I am, I delegated the retrieval of the cake to Fives and Echo.” Anakin replied triumphantly, puffing his chest out in pride at his plan.

“Yes Anakin, you did delegate… an hour before the party” The Jedi Master rolled his eyes before wandering off to talk to Cody, most likely so his Commander could help calm his stress levels.

Across the room, Master Yoda stood alongside Master Plo Koon and Senator Amidala. The three of them chatting pleasantly, that was until a grin formed on the smaller being’s face “Senator, shared with you, have I? The tale of young Skywalker’s 18th Life Day”.

“No, but please do tell me more, Master Yoda” Padmé replied, a mischievous sparkle in her eye as she sipped at her wine.

“Very well. Never before seen, has the Jedi Temple, a worse hangover” the wise Jedi began his story, those around him granting him full attention as he proceeded to embarrass The Chosen One.

Opposite the door, were soldiers of the 501st, 212th and 104th who were attempting to hang a handmade banner of some kind. ”Stop there Hardcase, that’s about right… Jesse, will you for the love of Hutt hold your side straight! Do I need to examine you for some sort of balance deficiency?” The medic in blue sassed his best friend.

“Oh Kriff off Kix, it is straight!”

“Boost, Waxer, hold the middle for these two morons” Ahsoka had to stifle a chuckle at their antics. She loved the clones like brothers and it always warmed her heart when she got to witness their more relaxed side during downtime. Even if it did result in more petty bickering.

Eventually they’d managed to get the banner secured and all the clones gathered to admire their handiwork. Rex, Cody and Wolffe strolled over last, the 104th’s Commander barked out a short laugh and tried to cover it by clearing his throat. Cody leant forward to speak in Rex’s ear, a small smirk on his face. “Uh Rex, hate to break it to you, but I don’t think that’s how you spell Ahsoka”.

The blonde looked confused for a moment before his eyes zeroed in on his men’s mistake. “Oh for the love of- her name starts with an ‘A’!” Wolffe couldn’t hide his laughter anymore, bursting out into full on cackling alongside Cody as they watched Rex look at his Company in despair.

Not long after, Fives and Echo burst into the room, dramatic as ever, the latter cradling a white cardboard box. “Generals, we come baring cake!” Fives’ explosive announcement included an arm gesture to the box which nearly sent the item flying out of Echo’s hands. The more sane Domino twin glared at his brother.

“Fives, I swear if we’ve just gone on an impossible mission for this cake and you make me drop it now, I will personally throw you in the carbonite chamber” the threat was enough to make the ARC shiver in his boots, leaving Echo with a satisfied grin and earning a few chuckles from the people around them.

Ahsoka’s eyes tingled with emotion as she watched on, becoming overwhelmed with a feeling of pure love for the people in that room. However, an unfortunate side-effect of her body's reaction was that it caused her nose to tickle. Realising what was about to happen and with no power to stop it, Ahsoka braced herself as she gave a dainty, but by no means quiet, sneeze. “Aw kark” she cursed.

Everyone in the room paused to stare at the doorway. “Uh… was that the Commander?” Cody asked into the room which had descended into silence.

“Ahsoka you can come out now.” Master Kenobi offered, a small smile playing on his lips. Sheepishly, she emerged to stand before them all, their eyes burning into her as she stroked the bottom of her lekku nervously. “What are you doing, young one?”

“Anakin sent me the invite for the party setup, I was just trying to figure out why you were all meeting up without me,” All eyes turned onto General Skywalker, who at least had the decency to look embarrassed as he rubbed a hand down the back of his neck.

“General, please tell me you didn’t forget to take Ahsoka out of the email list?” Rex questioned, his tone equal to that of when he’s conveying his disappointment at his trooper’s antics.

“I copy her into everything!! It was a force of habit!” Anakin tried and failed to make his case. His reckless behaviour costing them their element of surprise.

Having gotten bored of the awkward staring at his General, Jesse broke the tension with a joyous cheer. “Happy Life Day, Sir!” He moved over to clasp his little sister in a massive bear hug to which she giggled and wrapped her arms around him in return. Eventually they all chimed in and came over to greet her, kicking off the celebration.

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There had been chatting, dancing and a few games of Sabacc (remind her never to gamble against Master Plo again). Ahsoka was having the best day. In fact, it nearly rivalled the day she joined Anakin and the 501st. Nothing was better than being surrounded by the people she cared for most.

As the activities were winding down and people went back to talking amongst themselves, Anakin came strolling in cradling the white box from before. Her cake! Ever the sweet tooth, Ahsoka’s mouth began to water at the prospect of eating her weight in sugar.

As the General walked in, everyone joined in to sing the Life Day song to the young girl whose cheeks blushed under the attention. Once they finished, everyone cheered and applauded while Anakin sat the cake down on one of the tables in front of Ahsoka. Everyone gathered round for the big reveal as he teased taking the lid off the box ever so slowly. With a dramatic flair he finally removed the offending cardboard to reveal the dessert.

Comically, everyone peered over each other to get a peak at what this grand cake would be. Apparently Anakin had been droning on and on about his genius behind the design, saying it couldn’t be topped. Unfortunately, the cake before them was not what any of them expected. A few heads tilted in an attempt to try and understand what it was.

“Oh my Maker, is that?!-” Padme squealed as the image finally registered in their minds. Masters Yoda, Kenobi and Koon all shared looks among each other, Plo’s eyes crinkling with humour behind his oxygen mask. All the Clones present were nearly on the floor with laughter once the realised exactly what cake the Domino Twins managed to grab.

“Right, that’s it. Party’s cancelled” Anakin stole the cake away from Ahsoka’s innocent eyes and ran off to the far side of the room.

“General Kenobi, I swear I triple checked the order number General Skywalker gave to us” Echo babbled as he handed the crumpled piece of flimsi over to the Jedi, his face redder than the Corrie Guard’s armour.

“Ah, It would appear Anakin wrote down the wrong order number” Obi-wan deduced, his face falling into one of his signature, ‘I can’t believe I actually trained this Padawan’ looks. The General left the group of hysteric identical men to pour himself a rather large glass of Nabooian wine.

Despite being slightly traumatised from the cake, Ahsoka couldn’t help the massive grin that split across her face. These were the people that, despite their disastrous nature, cared enough to try and throw her a party. She’d never experience love like this before and in that moment she felt like the luckiest being in the galaxy. She still couldn’t believe she got to call these people her family.

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Singing for the Troops

Pairing: Fives x Reader

Words: 3948

Warnings: Fluff! Open-ending (sexual mention???)

A/N: Hello everyone! This is the first time I do a fic for Star Wars, so I apologize in advance if I mislabeled certain ships. Or if I didn’t do the boys’ personalities any justice.

I was inspired by old performances/entertainment for the Allied troops in WWII, and after watching Christina Aguilera’s Candyman music video. Then I thought, “do the clones get any kind of entertainment like this?” So I took it upon myself to make a fan fic!

Hope you guys like it!

I don’t know how to end a fic....

Playlist: Something’s Got a Hold On Me | Candyman | Ain’t No Other Man

Your dream is to become a famous singer, and you have been working hard for years to reach this goal. You have been visiting various bars and cantinas, singing for patrons whenever the owner allowed it. Even if you were paid or not, you still sang. If a bar had an open mic night, you were there. Out of all the bars you’ve been to, 79s has always been a favorite. It was always packed, and the owner was happy to have you sing for the guests. It always brought more patrons, which meant more money for the establishment. Plus, you were even paid, unlike previous locations.

After a few months of you visiting 79s, you attracted the attention of a particular ARC trooper. When you finished your playlist of songs, both originals and covers, you were given a glass of whiskey.

“Compliments from the ARC trooper,” the droid server told you before gesturing to the said trooper in blue.

Looking over, you spotted the clone who raised their glass to you, sending a wink your way. Even though they all share the same face, this clone had a distinctive number tattoo on the side of his head and a classic goatee hugging his chin. It wasn’t the first time that someone bought a drink for you. Troopers before had attempted to grab your attention, even tried to get lucky for a night, but you brushed them off. But there was something about this trooper that was welcoming. Perhaps the way he smiled at you or the way he spoke to you. He was causal yet not dull. Flirty, too but it didn’t make you uncomfortable. You become bashful at his witty comments. It felt as though the two of you were long-time friends.

The ARC Trooper introduced himself as Fives and greeted you to his fellow brothers. There, you met Echo, Jesse, Kix, and Hardcase. They all serve under Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker, aka “Skyguy,” as to how Padawan Learner Ahsoka Tano calls him. They had stories to share with you; their missions on other planets engrossed you. In turn, you told them about your dreams to become a singer.

“It’s silly, I know. Been lectured by my parents for years.” You lightly laughed, only to become surprised at the boys’ reactions.

“No dream is silly!” “Anyone who says otherwise is just jealous of your voice!” “I don’t know what it’s like to have parents, but they should be supportive of you.”

“If that’s your dream, then go after it. To kriff what other people say.” Fives huffed before fully turning to you. “Who can say that they had dreams but didn’t achieve them because they thought it was unrealistic? I’m going to see you on a big stage one day, and I’m going to say, “That’s our songbird.” Because you will always have us cheering you on.” The trooper said with a soft smile.

A blush crept onto your face, and a smile was spreading cheek to cheek. “Thanks, Fives!”

After that night, you and the boys exchanged your private commlinks. Soon enough than anyone would like, they were shipped back to the battlefield. While they were away, if there were any downtime between missions and work, you would hear your holoprojector beeping. You spent hours talking to each trooper, glad to see that they were doing well. Fives was the one who spent the most time with you, almost talking the night away. He would only stop when he saw your head dipping and your eyes blinking to stay awake.

“Go to sleep, songbird. I’ll talk to you as soon as I can. With any luck, we should be landing back to Coruscant within the month.” So fives said, his holo-imagine occasionally flickering due to the distance.

After letting out a yawn, you rubbed your eyes and smile at him. “Okay. Be safe out there, okay?”

“Anything for my songbird,” Fives smirked. He then bid you goodnight with a soft smile, and he was gone.

Within the month, the 501st had returned to Coruscant, and you met up with the boys back at 79s. The bar 79s was packed as usual, especially on a weekend evening. Troopers from all kinds of battalions were here, drinking and dancing, retelling stories with their brothers and civilians. The music was pumping, and the dance floor was full of slightly or fully intoxicated soldiers.

Tight hugs and smiles were exchanged when you were reunited with the boys at the bar before entering and finding an empty booth for you all to sit. Echo had left the table to get everyone their drinks as you and boys caught up.

“I heard that there this campaign being made for singers by singers and that they want to sing for you troopers.” So you told them, raising for your a bit so that they can hear you over the music.

Singing for the Troops was a campaign created by independent singers on Coruscant. Singers who supported the clones and believed that the troops deserve a moment of peace and perhaps experience some form of normality, which may be entirely new to them. What clone can say that they have been to a concert? Plus, it would give the artists a moment to shine and perhaps score big with a sponsor. It’s a win-win situation!

“The campaign reached several Republic-allied planets, encouraging other singers to sign up. Not just that, but it’s was being crowdfunded, and it reached its price goal! Also, I heard that a famous singer is the main supporter of the campaign,” you informed as Echo passed around everyone’s drinks.

“You should sign up!” Kix said after taking a sip of his drink.

“I don’t know. I never sang for a large crowd. Let alone been off-world.” You replied nervously, your hands fiddling with the glass of liquor.

“That never stopped you singing at bars!” Hardcase responded before downing his drink in one gulp.

“Just imagine that you’re singing to us! We already have the same faces.” Jesse joked before wincing at the sudden punch to the shoulder.

“Look, songbird; you’re a great singer. And you’ve sung in front of countless drunken troops. So singing in front of a bunch of sober soldiers will be easy,” Fives chimed in, leaning forward and resting his arms on the table. “All those other singers will be lucky to have you join them.” He said before winking, a smirk on his face.

Your cheeks felt warm, and it wasn’t because of the liquor. “Thanks, Fives.” A soft smile formed on your lips, happy to hear his compliments. You then sighed before downing the rest of your drink. “Alright. I’ll do it!”

“Alright. A toast to (Y/N)!” Kix cheered, raising his glass, and the rest joined in.

The next day, you wasted no time in signing up for a chance to sing in the campaign. The requirements are to submit a recording of your singing, and if you are selected, you will receive a message at the earliest notice. When you waited for a response, you and the boys roam the upper mid-levels of Coruscant, taking time to hang out before the boys were shipped back to war. It always felt bittersweet saying goodbye, but you knew that it wouldn’t be for long.

It will be much longer.

Arriving at your apartment from working your day job, you noticed that your holoprojector was blinking; someone left a message for you. A tightening sensation was felt in the pit of your stomach, your heart racing as you approached your holoprojector. You stared at the blinking light. Did one of the boys leave a message for you? No, they know your schedule, so it possible it isn’t them.

Is it from the campaign? Your heart hammered hard against your ribcage as your hand reached over. Then, what felt like many minutes, you finally pressed the button, the image of a well-dressed man appearing.

“Evening, miss (Y/N). I am the manager of the campaign Singing for the Troops, and I’m here to congratulate you. You have been selected to be one of our singers! We hope to hear from you soon.” The recording ended with a courtesy bow from the man, leaving you standing there in shock.

Did he just say that you were accepted? Does that mean you get to go off-world and sing?!

A squeal of joy echoed throughout your apartment, you jumping in place. “I did it!!” You cheered before reaching for your holoprojector. You had to tell the boys! You had to tell Fives!

After several minutes to reach them, no one answered your calls. Your smile slowly turned into a frown before sighing in defeat. “They’re at war, (Y/N)... they’re probably outside of their base. I’ll just leave them a message about the good news.”

Later in the day, you contacted the campaign manager and agreed to meet with them for further instruction. The plan was to visit various battalions and sing for them during downtime. It will be difficult, and the campaign will have to plan, seeing battalion will go first. During those long weeks of planning, meeting other artists, and vocal practices, there still was no response from the boys. It wouldn’t be the first time you didn’t hear from Fives and the others, although you couldn’t help but worry.

“Once everyone arrives onto Coruscant, we will first visit the 104th Battalion,” the campaign manager informed everyone via holoprojector.

“The Wolfpack Co.,” you whispered to yourself. Fives told you about this battalion, having pointed a couple of them out back at 79’s. Fives said to you that the unit within the 104th was a serious, no-nonsense type of group. Entertaining this group and the rest of the battalion will be a challenge.

The manager continued to list other battalions and legions until one of them caught your attention. “501st and finally, the 212th.”

“Bottom of the list...” You whispered, frowning lightly. How long will it take for you to reach the 501st Legion?

The meeting concluded with a buzz of excitement. It was happening. For reals! In a few days, you will be flying out of Coruscant for the first time, following your dreams.

Before the faithful day could arrive, you decided to reach the boys once more. You sat with anticipation, your knee bouncing as you waited for someone to answer. Finally, after several beeps, the projector came to life, and standing before you was Fives.

“Fives! Thank the Maker,” you sighed in relief before glaring up at him. “Why hasn’t anyone returned my messages?”

The ARC Trooper lightly winced at your tone before smiling apologetically. “Sorry, songbird. The mission was a lot tougher than we first thought. But we finally liberated the planet from Separatist control. The boys and I are fine. I’m sorry for worrying you.” He said, frowning and eyes cast downward.

You opened your mouth to speak before shutting, looking away as well. “No, it’s not your fault. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped at you. We’re at war, and I know that you won’t always be there for our calls. I just....” You began to say but couldn’t finish your sentence.

“I know.” Fives stared at you, eyebrows knitted. “(Y/N)?” Looking back up, he was now smiling at you ever so sweetly that it made you blush. “Congrats on getting picked. I knew you would get in.”

You blinked up at the ARC trooper before smiling. The two of you spend a couple of hours talking, quickly making up for the lost time. You told him the battalions that you were going to visit, and he groaned in annoyance. “Why do we have to be at the bottom of the list?”

“I guess the 104th battalion are in dire need to put some smile on their faces—especially that sourpuss Wolffe.” You teased, causing Fives to laugh.

“That’s going to be one hell of a challenge. I don’t think I saw Commander Wolffe smile before.”

“I welcome a challenge. And I’ll sure be the one to turn his scowl into a grin.” You puffed out your chest in pride.

Fives chuckles at your comical posture, lightly shaking his head. “If anyone can, it’s you.” You relax, returning to an upright position, looking back up at the trooper. The two of you stare at each other in silence, observing each other’s features.

His armor was scuffed and dirtied. There are new scratches and dents throughout, roughing his paint job. His face looked tired, yet there was a glow in his eyes, staring at you in what it appears to be loving.

“I can’t wait to see you again, pretty girl,” Fives spoke, breaking the silence.

That was a new nickname, and it caused you to blush once more. Despite feeling embarrassed, you smiled back. “Me too. Take care, okay?”

“Anything for my songbird,” he repeated all those weeks ago.

Who knew participating in a singing campaign would last for so long. Then again, the war is still going on, so landing on Star Destroyers only happens when the surrounding area was safe. But it was all worth it. Seeing the joy on the troops’ faces and feeling their excitement as the music vibrated throughout the hanger was rewarding.

Working with the manager and group of artists was a great experience as well. Many of the singers were friendly, sharing their stories of how they got into music. Many of them were humans; one was a Twi’lek, another was a Pantoran, and a couple more alien species. Listening to them sing in their native tongue was thrilling, giving you goosebumps at the realization that there are so many cultures out there. So much more for you to learn, and what better place than here.

As the list of locations was getting shorter, you felt more nervous and excited as you got closer to the 501st legion. You were going to see Fives and the others soon. It’s been months since you last saw them. I tried staying in touch with them via holoprojector, but it was getting more complicated since you were busy as well. But that will all change as you near the Star Destroyer that the famous boys in blue occupied. Although, you were nervous for an entirely different reason. You would do something big, having already talked about it to the manager, band, and fellow singers would help be your backup singers. You’re taking a big chance, and there’s no turning back now.

The ship that you and the rest of the artist travel on docked, allowing the whole group to exit. The hangar will house the concert. That same space will also enable the troopers can dance and sing along. In a matter of hours, the soldiers set the stage, and the singers filed onto the hanger. Just like every other Star Destroyer, the stage is decked with standing spotlights and a curtain to act as a background. It also shields the rest of the group whenever they’re not performing.

You watched your fellow singers perform on stage, peeking from the corner of the curtain where the rest of the artists prepared themselves. As the crowd cheered and danced in place, your eyes scanned around the group. But at your current angle, you can’t see past the first few rows of troopers. So the only way to spot your boys is when you perform on stage. And it was happening real soon.

Three more singers performed, some of them accompanied by background singers or dancers. Then, it was your turn.

“Now, please welcome (Y/N)!” The manager introduced, and the crowd cheered as you walked on stage. Dressed in your performance outfit, you approached the microphone stand. Your eyes quickly scanned around the group, searching until a voice rang out from the sea of white and blue.

“That’s my songbird!!!”

Your eyes snapped to the source, and you softly gasped. There he was—your favorite ARC trooper.

Fives was waving his hands at you, a broad grin on his face. Standing by his sides were Echo, Hardcase, Jesse, and Kix. They were waving at you too, whistling and clapping their hands. They were all here. They are all safe and sound. You felt a weight come off your shoulders, blinking your eyes to fight back the tears.

Gripping the microphone, you paused for a second before opening your mouth. Your voice projected throughout the hangar as you sang out your first couple of lyrics. “Oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah/I get a feeling that I never, never, never had before no, no/And I just wanna tell you right now that I-/I believe, I really do believe that/Something’s got a hold on me.”

“(Oh, it must be love),” your backup singers sang softly after you. Drums began to play. A soft bass followed along as you continued to sing. Your feet carried you around the stage, feeling the beat. The large crowd of troopers resumed their dancing, stomping their feet and cheering as you reached the middle of your song. Standing at the center of the stage and facing forward, your eyes then locked to Fives’s as you sang out the next couple of lyrics.

“My heart feels heavy, my feet feel light/I shake all over, but I feel alright/I never felt like this before/Something’s got a hold on me that won’t let go/I never thought it could happen to me/Got me happy when I’m in misery/I never thought it could be this way/Love’s sure gonna put a hurting on me.”

The whole time, neither one of you broke eye contact. You can see the look of surprise appearing on the ARC trooper’s face before shifting to one of love, a smile decorating his face. The other boys looked surprised at your words before looking at Fives. It was evident that their brother had a thing for you since day one, but to have you tell him of your feelings ---incredibly so bold like this--- was shocking. But they began to cheer, Echo smacking Jesse’s back as his brother rolled his eyes before depositing a small number of credits.

You grinned at the end of your song. Then, having witnessed the reaction from the boys, you blushed a bit. Glancing back at the band, you nodded your head. Drums began to play, followed by a couple of trumpets. “I met him out for dinner on a Friday night/He really got me working up an appetite,” you began to sing, moving your hips to the beat. The crowd started up again, dancing along to the sound of your voice. “He’s a one stop shop, makes my cherry pop/He’s a sweet talkin’, sugar coated candyman!”

“Well, by now, I’m getting all bothered and hot/When he kissed my mouth, it really hit the spot/He had lips like sugarcane/Good things come for boys who wait!” So you sang, smiling at Fives, who smirked back at you. The crowd was getting excited as you moved your hips rather proactively, your confidence rising after seeing Fives’s responses to your words.

“He’s a one stop shop with a real big (ugh)/He’s a sweet-talkin’, sugar-coated candyman.” The crowd wolf-whistled at those words, but your focus was on Fives. You can see him biting his bottom lip, eyes heatedly watching you now.

When the song finished, the band continued onto your final piece. You had perfectly planned this night. Your choice of songs were different than the ones from previous performances. This was your love letter to Fives. You love him, and it appears that he feels the same way. You don’t know when will be the next time that the two of you will see each other. You would have loved to tell him your feelings differently, but like how you said before, singing is what you know best.

“Ain’t no other man can stand up next to you/Ain’t no other man on the planet does what you do/You’re the kinda guy a girl finds in a blue moon/You got soul, you got class, you got style with your bad ass/Ain’t no other man, it’s true/Ain’t no other man but you!”

Your performance ended with a loud round of applause. You were softly panting, sweat trickling down your neck, eyes watching Fives. He was clapping the hardest, using two fingers to whistle. A bright smile came to your face, thanking everyone before retreating to the back of the stage.

“What are you waiting for?!” Jesse shouted, a smirk on his face before lightly shoving Fives. “Go after her!” Echo encouraged, followed by a thumbs up from Hardcase and a nod from Kix.

Without wasting another second, Fives rush past his brothers, being careful not to bump into anyone as the next singer came to the stage. It didn’t take him long to reach the side of the stage, but two non-clone guards stopped him. “Sorry, sir, but no one is allowed back here.”

“It’s okay! He’s a friend,” you quickly intervene. The guards relaxed, allowing you to approach the ARC trooper. All that confidence from being on stage was dripping away. Now, your heart was racing, and your cheeks felt like they were on fire. Fives smirked as your cheeks darken in color, your blush reaching down your neck to the tips of your ears.

“Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed now, cyar’ika.” Fives chuckled as he took his hand in his.

You laughed nervously, letting Fives pull you away from the group of singers and towards a more secluded area of the hangar. “M-maybe a little,” you admitted before rounding a corner. Both of you were now hiding the two of you behind a starfighter, Fives gently pressing you against a stack of heavy crates. A hand laid on your hip while the other laid on the containers, trapping you in place. “I told you never sang in front of a large crowd.”

“Could have fooled me,” he responded as his hand on the crates moved to cup the side of your face. You slowly relaxed under his touch before gently leaning into his palm, looking up at him with hooded eyes.

“I meant every word, Fives.” You said in a hushed tone, your cheeks still flushed. You raised your hands up, before wrapping your arms around his neck, gently pulling him down to you, until the tip of your noses brushed. “I love you.”

“Say it again,” Fives moaned, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you flushed against his armor.

“I love you, Fives.”

What little space was between you two was gone, as Fives leaned forward, capturing your lips. It wasn’t a light kiss nor a deep one, but still full of passion. It was something that the two of you wanted. A moan escaped you as Fives pressed his tongue into your mouth, your hands moved to cup his cheeks, his hand cradling the back of your neck. “Ner cyar'ika laar senaar,” he purred against your lips after parting to breathe, before pecking your lips a couple of times. Hearing speak in Mando’a caused you to shiver in excitement, which he felt against his hands.

“You liked that?” He growled before nipping your neck, causing you to gasp. “There’s more where that came from.” You then felt his hips press and grind against yours, releasing another moan from you.

“There a few more singers left. Plenty of time for it,” you smirked before taking his hand. “And I know the perfect place where you can show me everything.” You both raced back to the ship that you arrived in. You both definitely had enough time, returning back to the hangar but the way you were walking, it was obvious what had occurred.

You didn’t care how the boys teased you, or how the other singers looked shock, or flustered. You are in complete bliss, having Fives at your side and holding his hand for the rest of the evening.

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A/N: Thanks again for reading! I have another fan fic in mind, but I should really focus on my finals first!

Ner cyar'ika laar senaar = My darling song bird

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