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frostycatblr-fandom-files · 8 months

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omg yES I'd love a part two to the Captain Rex headcanons with an anxious reader with the relationship part since you offered! ;u; I loved the first part so much (and that you included more from the 501st!) tytytyty 💙💙💙

Aw anon I'm so glad! Thank you for coming back as well, and continuing to fuel my feelings for our fine captain. 💙

Warnings and Information: Largely the same as part one. Undescribed fem!Reader with unspecified anxiety/anxious tendencies. Lots of fluff and other good feelings, primarily. Follows bullet point format. No Mando'a used this time. Reader is given different "nicknames" from the Clones to by-pass the use of a name in some cases.

Word count: 2,458

The set-up

The first time he goes to ask you if you'd like to grab some caf together, or go check out that little corner store not too far from the base by speederbike that one of your coworkers mentioned to you in passing, Rex puts in the effort to clean up his armor a bit. Now he doesn't go so far as to polish and repaint all the parts, but he doesn't want to look fresh off a battlefield either where he's caked in mud and dirt and ash. He wants to show you he cares by looking nice when he goes to lay out his offer. You're past the probationary period following your transfer, and he thinks it'd be nice to sort of celebrate that.

You're in your jumpsuit, cheerfully strutting around the hangar to complete the necessary work a little earlier than usual this morning when he first sees you. "Good morning, Captain Rex!" You're all bright-eyed and sunny smiles for so early in the day. Must be in a really good mood now that you feel the weight that comes with being fresh blood in the "office" has been lifted from your shoulders. Can breathe a little easier when there are less eyes scrutinizing your every move. "You're in a good mood today." Rex replies, careful to keep the right balance of being personable and professional within earshot of other civilian staff, as always, "Is there a special reason?" Your grin and your body language tells him everything he needs to know.

"Oh, no reason. Reasons, on the other hand…" you suggest, biting your lower lip to keep yourself from giggling within earshot of those same workers that you've seen him eyeing out of caution. You can afford to be a little braver now, but you should still be cautious. Rex smiles, delighted to hear and see that you're not feeling quite so anxious as you once were. You still have your nervous, self-soothing quirks like fiddling with the wrist-strap of your time device whenever you wear one, or twirling a stylus between your nimble fingers or rocking softly on the balls of your feet. Rex doesn't see you utilize them quite as often these days now that you're off probation, and it makes him feel so much better to see you more relaxed and comfortable here.

He still asks his brothers to keep an eye on you or give you any help in his stead if he senses you becoming overly anxious about anything. Dogma still offers to take any paperwork down to General Skywalker for you (and is certain to remember to knock, now). Fives and Echo still hang out around your desk and your workspace whenever they get the chance. Tup drops by with small snacks or drinks from the mess if you can't spare a moment to get away from your work (and he'll never say no to an offer to help fix up his hair, either). Kix has been by a few times to come sit with you when the anxiety gets really bad, coaching you through your grounding exercises, or acting as a GAR medic (who has authority to treat civilian staff in non-emergency situations) he can administer something to take the edge off. And Jesse has made plausible excuses for you to your boss's face if you've needed to step away and collect yourself, if it's really severe.

They all figure if the captain likes you, and on occasion asks them to check in with you for his "peace of mind" ("Captain Rex has a cruuuuush~" "Hardcase stop before you get yourself in troub-" "It's not just the Captain, Fives. She does too.") they shouldn't be afraid to cement their friendships with you anymore.

“Oh, by the way, Captain,” you call over your shoulder as you walk off to where you’d been summoned, “your armor looks very nice today.” Unfortunately, you were called away to take care of something just as he plucks up his nerve to ask if you’d like to grab a cup of caf with him before the day really gears up, but he doesn’t have to wait much longer for another opportunity.

The first "date"

It comes as a rather impromptu and unofficial thing, with one of the mechanics shouting across the hangar as he wraps up his welding kit that the repairs have been finished on a LAAT that had taken a heavy beating. "Captain! Gunship's good to go!" These guys are good. You get to the gunship before Rex does, admiring the handiwork of the repairmen in awe. "Wow… almost looks brand new, doesn't it?" He agrees with a chuckle, elbow to elbow with you. "What's it like to fly in one of these?" you ask, turning to him with earnest curiosity. It surprises him. "Weren't you transferred to the base in one of these?"

You shake your head, the datapad cradled a little tighter against your chest. "No, I got here by passenger shuttle."

Stay here, he tells you, he has an idea. He just needs to go find where Hawk is.

Hawk takes little time to get kitted-up in order to go take the LAAT for a test flight. Rex boards the gunship first, taking hold of one of the handles overhead before offering a hand out to you to help you up.

You regard the offered hand with mild apprehension, unclear if this is even allowed. "A-are you certain I can be up there? I'm just a civilian. I don't know that I can-" A simple smile is all he needs to calm you, quell your fraying nerves. “I’ll think of some clever excuse if anyone asks.” Rex promises you with one of his charming smiles and playful lift of his brow. He allows you to stand beside him so you feel more secure, showing you where best to grip the support handles as Hawk gears everything up. “Best hold on,” he warns you before you’d feel that lurch in your stomach as the ground falls away fast.

He tells Hawk to take it pretty easy, just a few test laps around the base and not too fast, and Rex keeps his eye on you as Hawk climbs the gunship high enough for his liking. Any sign from you that this was getting to be too much, and he would call it off. But you’re all giddy smiles and awed murmurings as you bravely peek at the ground far below from time to time.

“Beginning aerial test laps, Captain. I promise to go easy, ma’am!” Hawk calls back to the pair of you, beginning to maneuver and swing the gunship out to the right, making you bump hips with the Captain, unprepared to brace for the movement with your legs in addition to your upper body. You go to apologize, but he puts his hand on your opposite hip without a word (at first) to hold you a little closer to him to help you feel secure and steady. Rex apologizes to you for not warning you about the nature of the turns. “Flown in these things more times than I can count; it’s all just second nature to me.” You suppose that makes a lot of sense, surely a little flushed in the face, being so close. On the next turn, you know to anticipate it this time, but you still lean pretty heavily against him.

What happens next however is absolutely not your fault. Hawk purposefully takes a much sharper turn as he completes one of his last laps, and with the centrifugal force you’re really pushed up against Captain Rex, practically chest to chest with him now, and then laughs apologetically from the cockpit. “Whoops, sorry sweetheart! Got a little carried away on that one. You alright?” You’re fine, you answer just loud enough for Hawk to hear, finding yourself still so close against Rex, his hand still on your hip to hold you steady. You and Rex look at each other for one long moment, almost missing what Hawk says about taking you in for a landing, feeling a little lost in the other’s eye…

Once you’re back on the ground, you thank Hawk for letting you come along on the test flight for the repaired LAAT. “Oh, you’re welcome! I hope it was nice despite that one turn. Just got a little ahead of myself and forgot you’re not used to those kinds of ships.” You promise it’s okay, and thank him again. You should probably get back to work now, you explain, a little color in your cheeks after smiling at Rex and bidding him goodbye next.

He makes no mention of the transfer-smear of lip product found on his Captain’s face, one that looks an awful lot like the color you’re wearing this morning, until he’s certain you’re out of earshot. “That’s a nice color on you, Captain.” Rex takes a moment to clean his cheek of the evidence, a gentle pout playing across his features, his broad nose creasing as he responds to Hawk’s compliment. “You swung too wide on that last turn before we landed…”

As partners

It’s not long after that that things kick off. Secretly. There’s no official code or regulation against this (you’d know: Echo and Dogma checked for one extensively, separately and together) relationship taking place, but you’re going to keep it on the down-low for the most part. Rex has a professional image to maintain as a captain of the GAR, and you risk being transferred out should any of your higher-ups feel this partnership of sorts comes as a hindrance or serious detriment to your job as a civilian. (“Do you know how many want to be in your shoes? Do you have any idea just how sought-after this position is?” “A-A very good idea, actually. That’s why I’m here, sir. I promise, I’m not going to make any trouble.” (Oh how Fives and Jesse had wanted to give the civilian staff member you reported to a piece of their minds for talking to you like that.)) You and Rex find a way to make it work, with a little help from his brothers.

He visits you during work. Often as he can. Sometimes it's planned out in advance, where the two of you have lots of time alone. He makes sure that you're doing okay, and that you're taking care of yourself, of course, but primarily these opportunities to see you are just to spend time with you. Take his mind off of the war. Take your mind off of your job, or whatever troubles you. Sometimes it's discreet, spur of the moment little meetings in empty offices… or secluded corners his brothers have told him about.

"There's a blind spot in the cameras around here," Hardcase explains, unprompted, one afternoon over nutrimush in the mess hall, "You can get away with a lot of stuff right there behind the shelving." He's not sure if he's about to reprimand Hardcase as his Captain or to thank him as a brother for this insight for a long moment. "What do you mean by get away with a lot of stuff, 'Case?" There's quite a few options it turns out. Stash some contraband, (re)paint your armor without being bothered too much, or just… y'know. Have a nap? (Damn, okay, aside from whatever Hardcase means by contraband that sounds like a pretty great spot.) "Maybe I'll… check it out." Rex agrees with a simple shrug.

Oh and if he does, he has to be careful about a certain box on the shelves. Can't put empty snack wrappers back in it otherwise it'll attract ants again, Hardcase says he learned that one the hard way and it took a while to get it back under control just short of throwing away his whole collection of snacks. Two of them are welcome to just about anything they find in the box if Rex takes you there, but the energy drinks are off limits.

"Or just leave Hardcase five credits if you do take one." Echo calls from a little further down the table, pouring over some section of the regulation manual related to your job that you were having trouble understanding. (They used a lot of unnecessary and complicated words because it was translated into Basic from another galactic language.) "Fives and I do it all the time." A few more brothers confirm that they do the same since being let in on Hardcase's little secret. Dogma insists he does not. "I don't like these crazy energy drinks they come up with. 'Trotting Tauntaun' and 'Hyperspace Rush'? Makes me feel sick to my stomach and my heart race…" (It's probably all the caffeine, Kix calls back to him from Rex's left. Dogma might have a low tolerance for it and that's why he doesn't like it.)

This little nook within the hangar becomes the perfect place to decompress whenever Captain Rex notices you are looking more anxious than typical. One of his men has stashed away an old GAR-issue blanket that's stained with various smears of cobalt blue - 501st's Blue - but still plenty warm and comfortable to wrap up in. You can tell that it's Fives who added a little stack of flimsi scraps to write notes on the first time you come back here to this corner of the hangar with the Captain. Rex can see from a mile away that Kix is to thank for the healthier options within the box of Hardcase's snacks.

You're both not sure who scribbled your name along with his under the list of people who were "invited" here, but it makes you cry, in a happy way. To welcome their brother here would be one thing - all Clones had come up with secret, secluded spaces for themselves to have their privacy and establish stealthy boundaries for themselves and their well-being - but they were inviting you too. None of your other colleagues know about this sequestered space. They trusted you to keep their secrets. They liked you. Really liked you.

"To our Captain and his girl" the note begins, waiting for you both on top of the neatly folded blanket when Rex first helped you here, trying to help you settle your nerves after you were badly frightened by a speederbike backfiring outside the base as it whizzed past, "Welcome to our cozy little corner! We hope you like it here and trust that you'll keep it a better secret than General Skywalker and Senator Amidala being a "thing". Speaking of, figured it was time to let the loth-cat out of the bag now that you're both getting as serious as this war allows~. - The 501st"

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the-bad-batch-baroness · 11 months

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Dancing Your Way Through The 501st

501st x Jedi!Fem!Reader

Summary: You’re not sure who you want to go home with tonight, so you challenge your favorite 501st boys to woo you on the dancefloor.

Pairing: 501st x Jedl!Fem!Reader

Characters: Rex, Echo, Fives, Jesse, Hardcase, Kix, Tup, Dogma

Tags & Warnings: 18+, suggestive themes, implied sexual content, alcohol, flirting, teasing, kissing, biting, dirty dancing

Word Count: 3.2k

Author's Note: Just for fun and because I was feeling frisky. You get to choose who the reader goes home with 😉 This is probably the spiciest thing you’ll ever see from me. As always, please enjoy 💚

Beta Read: Once again, by the lovely @commander-sunshine to check if I actually had any spice in this thing or if it was just flour. Thanks babe.

@clonexreaderbingo Square: "What are you doing here?"

Song used in fic:

It’s Friday night and you're back home on Coruscant for the first time in several rotations. You bustle about in your apartment as you get ready for a fun night out. You slip on your favorite dress, the knee-length navy-blue one that has the silver sequins cascading down the side, and pop on matching heels. The dress is form fitting, but loose enough that you can still move well. You do a quick check of your make-up and hair in the mirror, make some fine-tune adjustments, and give yourself a little spritz of your favorite perfume, a mix of velvety rose and strawberry.

Being a general in the war is a very taxing lifestyle, but so is being a soldier. Every time you and the men are on leave, you pop into 79s, pick up one of the 501st boys, and show them a good time back at your place. It never turns into anything serious, but it’s a fun way to blow off some steam and enjoy life away from the battlefield. You find the flippant exchange to be mutually beneficial and exhilarating. The men enjoy it as much as you do, so you don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.

As you stroll towards the entrance of 79s, you wonder who is going to be there tonight and who you’re ultimately going to bring home. The uncertainty and anticipation both excites you and makes you a little nervous, but the unpredictability is thrilling and you giggle to yourself as you open the door to the bar. The music is loud, the clones are louder, and the drinks look endless. You scan the bar and notice your favorite captain sitting by himself. You walk over to him, your heels clacking on the hard floor, and glide your hand across his back to announce your presence.

“What are you doing here?” Rex asks as you take a seat on the bar stool next to his. “I thought you’d want to take the night off.”

You order a Coruscant Cooler from the bartender and flash Rex a flirty smirk. “I’m always in the mood for a good time.”

Rex chuckles and takes a sip of his Fofo. “So, who’re you taking home with you tonight?”

You purse your lips in thought, and swirl your drink in your hand. “Not sure yet.” You swing around on the barstool and look out into the crowded bar. The choices tonight are tough. The 501st always has the best men to choose from, and with so many of them here tonight, you’re having a hard time picking the one you’ll be taking home.

“Need some help deciding?” Rex asks, his voice a deep rumble while sliding you another drink.

You giggle at Rex’s subtle advance. “Why captain, is that an invitation?”

“Maybe,” Rex gives you a small smirk.

You chuckle and grab your drink before getting off your bar stool. “That would be unfair to the rest of the boys.” You sway over to the DJ and give him a small request before returning to Rex.

Rex raises an eyebrow as you down the rest of your drink and order another. “We’re going to play a little game,” you explain as you hear the beat drop for the song you gave the DJ. You step closer to Rex and slowly turn him around to face out into the crowd. You trail your fingers up the side of his arm and give him an alluring smile. “You and your men have one song to try and convince me to go home with you tonight.”

J-Lo, ya tú sabes, no hay más na'

It's a new generation

Mr. Worldwide

Of party people

Get on the floor, dale, get on the floor

Red one

Let me introduce you to my party people in the club, huh

“Well, then,” Rex stammers and blushes at your advances. He turns back to the bar, downs the rest of his drink, and then turns back to you. “We should get started.” Rex slides off his bar stool and stretches out his hand as an invitation. You smirk and take his hand as he leads you to the dance floor.

I'm loose

And everybody knows I get off the chain

Baby it's the truth, it's the truth

I'm like Inception

I play with your brain

So don't sleep or snooze

Rex may be a man of few words and he can come across as awkward, but he becomes a different man when the beat drops. His movements are gentle, but bold, taking his time to make sure you are having a good time. He’s not too grabby, but his hovering hands drape so softly over your waist and hips. The feather-like softness makes you shiver and long for a deeper, more intense touch. You swing your body forward to try and close the distance, but he never lets you get too close. His incessant teasing makes you want him even more.

I don't play no games so don't, don't, don't

Don't get it confused no

'Cause you will lose yeah

Now, no pu-pu-pu-pu-pump it up

And back it up like a Tonka truck

Dale

Rex knows he’s being a tease, but it’s all part of his plan to get you to go home with him tonight. He can’t give you everything you want or else why would you go home with him? He stares into your sparkling eyes, forcing you to blush, and look away in embarrassment. You just might be falling for him, but the night is still young and you have plenty of more men waiting to woo you before you make your final decision. Although, those eyes of his are hard to ignore and you find yourself leaning further and further into his teasing, hoping he’ll give you something more.

If you go hard you gotta get on the floor

If you're a party freak then step on the floor

If you're an animal then tear up the floor

Break a sweat on the floor

Yeah we work on the floor

As you enjoy your dance with Rex, you feel a rough hand tug at your arm and pull you back against a well-defined chest. It’s Jesse. The force and boldness as he steals you away from Rex makes your heart flutter into your throat. He growls at the captain from behind you to let him know it’s his turn and to back off. The vibration of his deep voice alone is enough to make you bring him home with you right now. He smirks at your flushed face and gives your ear a little nip to tease you with. His breath makes your hair stand on end and your insides hot and bothered.

Don't stop, keep it movin'

Put your drinks up

Pick your body up and drop it on the floor

Let the rhythm change your world on the floor

You know we're running shit tonight on the floor

Brazil, Morocco, London to Ibiza

Straight to LA, New York, Vegas to Africa

Jesse is an aggressive dancer, but not in a ragefully or disrespectful way. He knows what he wants and he’s going to show you what he wants. His assertiveness makes your heart pound as he places his hands firmly on your hips as he grinds on you. The heat and friction between the two of you is unparalleled and leaves you wanting something more. You enjoy his roughness, but just as you start getting riled up, he hands you off to someone else. Your disappointment is audible as you separate, but he gives your butt a light smack to remember him by.

Dance the night away

Live your life and stay young on the floor

Dance the night away

Grab somebody, drink a little more

Without seeing who your new dance partner is, you feel two large hands covering your eyes and a hot body swaying in time with yours from behind, softly brushing your backside in a teasing manner. The intrigue delights you and your breath quickens in anticipation of who it is. But deep down, you know there’s only one man who will do something so playful, yet so gentle. These hands must belong to Echo. He removes his hands from your eyes and turns you around to face him, revealing that your hunch is correct. He gives you a smile that leaves you breathless.

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la

Tonight we gon' be it on the floor

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la

Tonight we gon' be it on the floor

Although Echo is a walking rule book in the field, that changes when you get him on the dance floor. There are no rules on the dance floor. There are no rules when you are in his arms. There are no rules when he wants something. He is nothing but respectful and enjoys giving you the reins to do what you want. He’s game for anything and follows your lead, adding in his own spicy ideas here and there that make your head spin. And the way he stays in tune with your body is divine. As if he’s reading your mind and knows which way you’re going to move next.

I know you got it

Clap your hands on the floor

And keep on rockin'

Rock it up on the floor

Your dance with Echo has you entranced so deeply, you could stay like that with him all night and never leave. Alas, and to your displeasure, he ends your dance, leaving you with a small kiss on the temple. He gives you a little push towards your next dance partner and winks at you. You blush and stumble slightly towards the next man, Tup. To be honest, he looks a little scared. It’s very possible that Tup has never danced with a woman before. You feel for the young clone and decide to give him the time of his life and give him a dance he soon won’t forget.

If you're a criminal, kill it on the floor

Steal it quick on the floor, on the floor

Don't stop, keep it movin'

Put your drinks up

You grab Tup’s hand and pull him further onto the dancefloor. He’s unsure of where to put his hands, so you guide them to rest on your hips. The look on his face as he touches you makes you smile. He could melt in ecstasy standing just like this. You give him a playful nibble on his neck to entice him and you feel the heat begin to radiate from his body. He thinks he’s losing his mind as stars fill his vision. He’s still unsure of himself, but he knows he wants to take you home tonight. Something about the way you feel, so soft and warm, it makes him shudder.

It's getting ill

It's getting sick on the floor

We never quit, we never rest on the floor

If I ain't wrong we'd probably die on the floor

Brazil, Morocco, London to Ibiza

Straight to LA, New York, Vegas to Africa

You continue to show Tup all of the best moves to seduce a woman and he’s learning quickly. You finally get into a good rhythm, when you’re ripped away from Tup’s arms and pulled back into another set of arms. The disappointment on Tup’s face makes you sad, but you know it’s time for a new partner. The gruff hands that tore you away from Tup belong to none other than Kix. He twirls you around and gives you a sultry smirk. The fire and passion in his eyes make your insides quake and quiver expectantly. You already know this dance is going to be hot.

Dance the night away

Live your life and stay young on the floor

Dance the night away

Grab somebody, drink a little more

The way you describe Kix’s style is somewhere between Rex and Jesse. It’s both aggressive, yet sensual, almost worshiping your body as you move under his touch. His hands glide up and down your body, caressing every curve and nuance along the way. He enjoys feeling you tremble under his expert fingers and knows exactly where to touch you and how much pressure to apply. For extra measure, he gives your neck a possessive bite and squeezes your butt to make you squeal. He smirks and whispers something in your ear that makes you gasp.

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la

Tonight we gon' be it on the floor

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la

Tonight we gon' be it on the floor

Kix has you fully under his control and you never want him to stop touching you. The way he grips you, his dirty mouth speaking in your ear, it has you under a spell. Just as you’re getting heated, he lets you out of his tight grasp and releases you to the next man in line. He does a quick check to make sure his bite mark is still visible on your neck and lets you go. Still in a daze from your short dance with Kix, you accidentally bump into your next partner, Hardcase. To be honest, at this point, you could use a drink, but the song is almost over so you keep going.

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la

Tonight we gon' be it on the floor

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la

Tonight we gon' be it on the floor

You brace yourself for this dance. Hardcase is a wild man even when he isn’t on the dance floor, but when you let him let loose, all bets are off. All he wants to do is have fun, and if you’re not having fun, he’s not having fun. He doesn’t care if you take him home tonight or not, because he believes in living in the moment, which right now, means dancing with you for as long as he can get. He twirls you around until you’re dizzy and giggling. You forgot how much fun dancing can be and are loving every second of Hardcase swinging you around the dancefloor.

That badonka donk

Is like a trunk full of bass on an old school Chevy

Seven tray donkey donk

All I need is some vodka, some chonky konk

And watch and she gon' get Donkey Kong

Baby if you're ready for things to get heavy

Hardcase also has a mellow side to him that not a lot of people get to see. When he’s had his fun, he wants to be frisky as much as the next guy. He swings your hands up to his shoulders and grabs your waist, swaying back and forth to the beat of the music with exaggerated movements. Just because he lives in the moment, doesn’t mean he wants to be left out of the running. On the contrary, he’s competitive and wants to win. He gives you another fast twirl as your dress splays out and you spin right into Dogma’s arms as he catches you from falling.

I get on the floor and act a fool if you let me dale

Don't believe me just bet me

My name ain't Keith but I see why you sweat me

L.A., Miami, New York

Say no more get on the floor

You wonder if Dogma will be similar to Tup, since they’re batchmates and inexperienced. He does hesitate for a moment, but you can see something in his eyes that Tup didn’t have. Perhaps it’s lust or he’s craving your touch. Either way, he grabs you and pulls you into his arms and begins dancing. You're a little shocked at his boldness and the way he handles you. You’re not sure where he learned these moves from, but you’re not complaining. His movements aren’t methodical, but the unpredictability of what will happen next is enough for you to want more.

Dance the night away

Live your life and stay young on the floor

Dance the night away

Grab somebody, drink a little more

Your dance with Dogma is fun, flirtatious, and playful, bringing you back to your teenage years of wanton abandon and insatiable appetite. As you enjoy yourself and sway your body to the beat of the music, two strong hands pick you up off the floor and sling you across a broad shoulder. You blush and quickly place your hands over your dress to keep the whole bar from seeing your panties. The steady hands place you back down on the floor and your flustered face is greeted by Fives’ mischievous smirk. You try to compose yourself, but he doesn’t give you a chance.

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la

Tonight we gon' be it on the floor

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la

Tonight we gon' be it on the floor

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la

Tonight we gon' be it on the floor

Fives grabs your waist and pulls you close to his body, your hot centers brushing against each other as he teases you. Fives, a mix of Echo’s playfulness, Jesse’s aggressiveness, and Kix’s sensuality, has no filter when it comes to dancing. He will take what he wants and make you feel every bit of his desire until you're begging for more. He runs his hands across your hips and your backside, making your body shudder. He turns you around and kisses the back of your neck as he sways with you and firmly presses himself against your butt, making you gasp.

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la

Tonight we gon' be it on the floor

You continue your fervent dance with Fives until the music comes to an end. When the beat finally stops, he gives your shoulder a small nibble and lets you go. You wobble forward and attempt to make your way back to the bar. You’re not sure what just happened, but it was the best five minutes of your life. You sit down on the stool you started at and Rex is still sitting on the one next to yours. You order the same drink you had earlier and chug it with reckless abandon. If it’s one thing, the 501st boys definitely made you thirsty.

“So,” Rex begins as he swivels his stool around to look at his men standing around the bar in anticipation. “Which one of us gets to go home with you tonight?”

Still reeling from all of the fabulous and hot dances, you look up from your drink at all the men pining for you and wonder how you’re going to be able to choose just one.

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freesia-writes · 4 months

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

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

Tup x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

SFW, rated teen and up

Divider helmet artwork by @lornaka 💕

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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deejadabbles · 9 months

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Hey wonderful! Popping in with that quote for you!

“may my heart

be the softest place you fall,

may this love

be the wildest place you run”

Feel the clone boy vibes! Who is he? Why? So excited to read what you write! 💖

This quote had me absolutely star struck and giddy! What a beautiful sentiment, it had me thinking of so many of our boys, I had to think long a hard on who I wanted to write for, but in the end, I decided on Tup since I haven't written for him in so long! Plus, I love our soft, sweet boy! I hope this does the prompt justice my friend!

Pairing: Tup x Reader Rating: G Word count: 1,007 Recommended song for listening: Innocence by Avril Lavigne

You heard before you felt, a gentle call of your name, said in the softest tone you’d heard a hundred times, but ever got tired of. He said it again as you started to stir, and that’s when you felt gentle hands, running up and down your sides, over your hip. His hands and words were like a dream, but the memory of the planet you and the 501st were camped on came flooding back in a rush.

“Tup?” your eyes fluttered open, trying to focus in the dark as you took in a startled breath, “What’s wrong, wha-”

Soft lips pressed to yours, swallowing your panic and making an ease wash over you, “Shh, it’s okay, mesh’la, nothing’s wrong, I promise,” another tender press of his mouth, “I’ve got a surprise for you, come on, lets try not to wake anyone.”

Tup tucked his hand under you and sat you upright in the bed, gave you a moment to finish blinking awake, then pulled you to your feet. He let you put your armor on, which was no easy feat in the dark, surrounded by snoring clones who would snap awake at the first sign of danger. The moment you were in order, he took your hand and pulled you out of the camp’s barracks.

He had obviously just gotten done with his patrol, but was still somehow buzzing with energy as he grinned over his shoulder at you, “You’re going to love this, cyare.”

You didn’t bother checking the time on your wrist unit, it was obviously the dead of night with the dark sky overhead. What he was up to, you couldn’t even begin to guess, despite being fully awake and alert now.

Jesse and some shinnies were on watch duty, they definitely totally spotted Tup pulling you past the camp perimeter and into the wilderness, but none of them said a single word.

“Tup,” you couldn’t help the giggle as he pulled you down a lightly trodden path through the forest, “where are you taking me?”

“Just wait for it,” was all he whispered back.

The planet’s nocturnal life buzzed all around as you went, and when the forest started to thin out and become less treacherous, Tup picked up the pace, causing you to laugh again. You didn’t even track how long you two ran, laughing, hands held tight, and cool night breeze brushing your faces.

You started to see the edge of the trees, but just as you did, Tup slowed his pace, pulling you to him. His fingers brushed your cheeks as you caught your breath and he held you a little tighter to his chest when you gave him your flushed smile.

“Close your eyes,” he whispered, hovering his lips just barely apart from yours.

Because this was Tup, because it was the man you trusted more than any one, you did as asked, fluttering your eyes shut. This time, he took both of your hands and the sound of leaves crunched under his armored boots as he started walking backward.

“Keep them closed, beautiful, I want this to be a surprise.”

You clicked your tongue but screwed them shut even tighter so he wouldn’t think you were cheating. With caution and care he guided you, and you felt the air around you become less dense, the sky opening up as you stepped into what you assumed was a field. This was even easier to navigate while essentially blind, but Tup still led you for quite a ways before he stopped.

“Okay, now, lay down,” he said next, and you felt him start to push you back gently.

You hummed in mock suspicion, even as you complied, “Tup, if you wanted to fool around without disturbing your brothers, you could have just said so.”

“Oh,” he chuckled warmly, “that’s for later, sweetheart, but first, I have to show you your surprise.”

The grass and ground were soft under you, and once you were properly sprawled on your back, you felt Tup lay down right next to you.

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze as he whispered, “Okay, you can open them now,” into your ear.

Your eyelids fluttered open, and you gasped almost instantly. Above you was possibly one of the most beautiful night skies you had ever seen.

And in your travels, you’d seen quite a lot.

Behind the twinkling blanket of stars was a rich, cosmic canvas of every blue, purple, and pink you could imagine. The colors faded in and out of each other in a stunning ombre effect, like paints blending together on a pallet, or tinted smoke coalescing in the night air. The stars winked here and there, and you could have sworn you saw one shoot across the multicolored sky just to top off the scene's perfection.

“Oh, maker,” you gasped that too, completely at a loss for any other words.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Tup said beside you, and he wasn’t looking at the sky. Laying beside you, hands still clasped, he kissed your cheek, “I know you’ve had a rough couple of weeks, so when I saw this on patrol, I thought it might cheer you up.”

Your mind was still scrambling for a proper response, so you turned your head to look at him, mouth agape, eyes wide. He just smiled that soft, charming, utterly stunning smile at you.

“It’s perfect, Tup,” you managed, finally, and pressed your forehead to his, “You’re perfect.”

He didn’t miss a beat before capturing your lips again, humming against the contact as if it was the only thanks he ever needed. When your lips parted again, he brushed his nose against yours, “I want to share every wild, beautiful thing with you, cyare.”

This time you cupped his cheek as you pulled him in again. Stolen moments of wild beauty where all you two could have for now, so you shared your love and devotion to each other under the stunning night sky, together.

And, because it was Tup, your Tup, it was more than enough.

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arcsimper5 · 7 months

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Taking Notes

Vampire!Tup incoming!

Dedicating this little bit of spice to @amorfista because Tup is beautiful.

Title: Taking Notes Words: 1721 Pairing: F!Vampire Reader x New Vampire!Tup Rating: R (minors DNI, smut!) Warnings: P in V, unprotected s3x, blood, vampiric feeding, graphic seksual content, master/servant dynamic (if you squint), please let me know if I missed any!

Summary: Tup wakes up needy on his first morning as a newly turned Vampire. You're more than happy to help him out.

“Mesh’la… I need you…”

Breathy words whispered into your ear sent a thrill through you as consciousness slipped back to you, firm hands roaming your body drawing soft moans from your lips.

“Mmmm, morning to you too, Tup.” you cooed, drinking in the sight of his honey brown eyes, pupils blown with lust. He gazed at you like you were his entire universe, plump lips slightly parted as he sucked in a breath.

“Cyare… I’m so hungry,” he panted, hands moving between your thighs, forcing them apart, “let me feed, please?”

A soft chuckle escaped you, body moving to lay on your back of its own accord. The bond you’d created with Tup was strong, his desires flowing through your blood like wildfire in your veins.

You’d known you were going to turn him the moment you laid eyes on him, his passionate nature matched so well with your own.

His very soul called to your own, two halves of a whole, yearning to be united in living death.

Once his episode on Ringo-Vinda had happened, the timetable moved forward, but as he shifted his body to slot against yours, sun-kissed skin sliding across yours so deliciously, you had no regrets.

“You’re going to feel hungry for a while, sweet-thing,” you soothed him, arching against him when his hands moved up to your nipples, teasing the nubs as he rolled his hips against yours, “it’s only natural.”

“But it hurts,” he whined gently, sympathy panging in your chest, “I need you…”

His hands cupped the swell of your breasts, thumbing over the nipples now as his mouth fell to your sternum, kissing and licking a trail up towards your neck, his cock hard between your thighs, leaking precum. He couldn’t hold back a guttural moan as he thrust against you, so close to your core.

“Tup,” you gasped, pressing a hand into his shoulder, lifting him off of you a little so you could meet his needy gaze with your own, the intensity thrumming between you, “it’s our bond. You need more than to feed, my love. We need to connect, to be with each other.”

“Y-Yes, please!” he begged, bucking against you again, his cock so close to your core.

Usually, you wouldn’t indulge this kind of behaviour from a freshly turned mate, but irritation didn’t even form in your mind, Tup’s needy whines and whimpers shooting straight to your core. You’d been wet before you’d even woken up, his touches setting your body alight with desire.

“My poor, sweet Tup,” you breathed, offering a soft smile as he continued to whimper against you, his tongue sweeping over his lips as he pressed his weight against you, desperate to get to your neck, “tell me, how did it feel last night? Your first feed?”

Tup tried to fight your strength, unable to break the firm pressure of your hand on his chest, holding him back. His hands continued to fondle your chest, deft fingers pinching and pulling at your nipples, wanting only the please.

With another deep moan, his eyes fluttered closed, memories of last night flowing between you.

Images of his cock sliding deep inside you as you fed on him played simultaneously for you both as he opened his mind to you, allowing you complete and utter access to his thoughts. The pain, the pleasure, the utter euphoria he’d felt as you drank from him, tonguing over the wound before you offered your bleeding wrist to him, pressing it against his lips.

He’d bucked deep into you, hitting that sensitive, perfect spot he’d come to know so well as he’d drunk, his body seizing and shuddering as it changed, heart slowing and skin cooling, hands coming up to clutch at your arm, feasting on your very essence as he fucked you to his own completion.

“It was pleasure, mine and yours,” he gasped as the images began to flicker away, his amber eyes refocusing on yours, “it was perfection, it was… I gave myself to you, and I… I love you, I will love you, forever, my lady.”

His voice was trembling with more than just memory now, the desperate hunger he was feeling waking another vulnerability in him. You could almost feel the pain flooding through him, every fibre of his being begging him to sink his teeth into your neck, to drink his fill.

“I need you, I need to drink,” he rasped, eyes widening in fear and need, almost overshadowing the constant lust.

Satisfied with his answer, knowing he wasn’t regretting this, you nodded, opening your mouth to reply as you lessened the pressure on his chest.

But no words came, only a guttural moan of pleasure as he felt the hand give in to him, surging forward. In one swift motion, he sheathed his cock inside your tight heat and sank his freshly formed fangs into your neck, pleasure ricocheting through your body.

“O-Oh, Tup, Tup, yes!”

You forced his name out between your moans, hands finding their way to his thick curls, tugging the hairband holding them up away and threading your fingers through them.

He sucked in time with his thrusts, constant, needy moans vibrating against your neck as he drank and fucked, rolling himself against you.

Pulling him closer, you arched into him, his cock filling you so deliciously, the drag of his thick flesh against your inner walls driving you wild.

Without a word, his hands moved to your waist, lifting you up easily and changing your position so you were settled on his lap. His cock never left you, and his mouth never separated from your neck, his hunger still present and gnawing.

It felt utterly amazing, the power growing within him with every swallow he made, drinking your life, your power.

He was perfect, fingers trailing up your back, holding you against him even as you whimpered and writhed and bucked, desperate for more.

The beginnings of a haze tugged at your consciousness, exhaustion sweeping through you. He was drinking you dry, too eager, too hungry for you.

“T-Tup, you, you need to stop, my love,” you urged him softly, knowing how utterly consumed he was with his first proper drink, how good it felt. Tugging at his hair, you let out a sigh of mixed relief and disappointment when his tongue lathed over the small wounds on your skin, sealing them.

When he pulled away, his eyes were glowing a beautiful yellow, pupils still blown, lips stained with your blood and swollen. He looked positively gorgeous, your pleasure still growing as he gasped for breath.

“I, I’m so sorry,” he started, silenced when you slammed your mouth against his, intertwining your tongues without hesitation.

Letting out a moan at the taste of yourself in his mouth, you could do nothing but clutch at his shoulders and gasp into his mouth as he rolled his hips once more, setting a punishing pace.

He bounced you on his cock, muttering praises and words of adoration into your mouth until he couldn’t take any more, his cock twitching inside you.

“Cyare, b-bite me, feed on me, p-please!”

You didn’t need any convincing. Baring your fangs, you kissed his pulse point before sinking them into the tender flesh, relishing in the way the skin gave way so easily for you.

The sweet taste of him flooded your mouth while his cry of ecstasy filled your ears, two more deep thrusts inside you until he spilled himself, hands clutching at your hips.

And yet, he still did not stop seeking your pleasure, continuing to ride out his orgasm as one hand slipped between your bodies, seeking your clit.

The feeling of his fingertip drawing perfect circles on your swollen bud, along with the warmth now filling you, leaking between your thighs with every thrust, and the pleasure of drinking your love created a maelstrom of utter decadence in your body, swelling until it burst in a glorious orgasm, more powerful than any you’d experienced before.

Tup cried out again as you convulsed around him, your moans muffled against his neck as you drank what you needed, tonguing the wound for a few, precious moments before you pulled away once more, licking the last traces of him from your lips.

“K-Kriff, th-that was, incredible,” he gasped, collapsing against you. His forehead pressed against your shoulder as he held you close, relishing the feeling of your closeness. His softening flesh remained inside you, your bodies still connected on a primal level, the spent muscle twitching still as he came down from his high. “Is, is it always like that?”

“With you? Yes,” you replied without missing a beat, letting your body slump against his in return. Fingertips danced back up to his hair, playing with the curls and tugging lightly, whimpering moans drawn out into the heavy, sex-scented air of your bedroom. “Though I’ve never had it be that… intense,” you admitted, feeling more than seeing Tup’s grin against your skin.

“That good, huh?” he teased, earning himself a soft nip on the shoulder. He shuddered in response, biting back a moan and a plea for you to drink from him again. Guilt flashed across his mind suddenly, memories of him feeding a little too vigorously swirling between you.

“I’m sorry I got carried away,” he murmured, eyes averted. He was genuinely ashamed, no small measure of fear in his voice, “I never meant to hurt you, I…”

Shushing him with a lift of your head and a press of your lips to his, the apologies melted into sighs of pleasure, his tongue tangling lazily with yours.

“It is a lesson learned,” you whispered against his lips, shivering in delight when his cock began to harden inside you once more, his deft fingers tracing your spine as you kissed, every inch he touched electrified with desire, “and besides, I have a lifetime to teach you how to behave.”

Tup hummed in response, the wicked glint you’d fallen in love with so hard at first returning to his eyes, the colour shifting back to his normal, gorgeous chestnut brown.

“Is that so?”

Whatever retort you had prepared was lost to another cry of pleasure as he rolled his hips yet again, his hardening cock pushing his spend deeper and deeper inside you.

“I’ll start taking notes.”

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sev-on-kamino · 1 year

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30 Days of Blossoming Romance (9)

Day 9: Exchanging gifts for the first time (prompt list here)

Tup x afab!Reader

warnings: we’re back in the fluff zone! I made up my own holiday, and with all the planets in the Republic, it feels like I can get a pass for that. I attempted to proofread but my brain is fried, pls gimme grace 😅

word count: 1276

Tup didn’t have much, if any, dating experience to compare it to, but he knew that he felt different with you. Like the claws of war couldn’t take him under as long as you were there. Like there was a future where the two of you could have the sort of life in the sweet stories you read to him off of your holopad.

Every moment with you felt like a gift, so when you told him you were nearing a holiday on your home world where friends exchanged gifts and treats, he knew he had to find the perfect gift. Searching was difficult because troopers didn’t have a lot of free time, and what little Tup had was spent with you. Worried he’d blow the whole surprise, he enlisted Jesse and Fives to keep you busy.

“And you need me to do this now?” you asked, looking at the pair of ARC troopers in front of you like they each had two heads.

“Yes, we need a neutral third party, and here you are,” Jesse said looking hopeful for a yes.

“It’s just sparring though. What’s the score for?” you asked.

“It helps Rex in our quarterly assessments,” Fives said grinning.

“Quarterly assessments?” Your eyes narrowed.

They both nodded, and began to drag you towards the training room.

“Listen, boys, it’s not that I don’t want to help, it’s just that I haven’t seen Tup in like 3 days, and I miss him, so…” you trailed off. The neediness in your voice made both of them feel guilty for lying, but confident that you’d appreciate whatever Tup presented you with.

“Rex has him and Kix doing something or another, so you can help while he’s out,” Jesse said.

“Fine, fine, I’ll help,” you conceded, so they’d stop tugging you along. They were awful liars, and you didn’t buy it for a second, but you were curious about their endgame.

***

Kix and Tup were scouring the lower levels of Coruscant for something special for you. Despite each of them having deep wells of patience, they were both growing frustrated. Tup was frustrated with the search, Kix was frustrated with Tup.

“It just has to be perfect,” Tup said frowning as he passed yet another stall.

“We’ve passed no less than a dozen things she’d love, vod,” Kix replied.

Tup paused and looked at Kix.

“I’ve completely overthought this, haven’t I?”

“It’s understandable. You want it to be special for her, but she just wants you.”

A smile spread across Tup’s face at that, and he suddenly knew exactly what to get you.

***

Your calendar beeped and you were struck with a wave of homesickness. It was the morning of Wintersbloom back home. That night the Snow Lilies would blossom, and everyone would share gifts and food. Your eyes flitted over to the neatly wrapped gift you’d grabbed for Tup after Jesse and Fives had set you free for the afternoon. You hadn’t gotten to see Tup at all except for passing each other in the corridor as you came to grab food from the mess hall before bed. Seeing his face had given you a boost, but you needed more. You wanted to hold his hand, snuggle up against him. You didn’t even care that you were being needy at this point. You just wanted 10 uninterrupted minutes where you could give him the attention he deserved.

The thought of his face lighting up when he opened his gift quelled the twisting pain in your stomach, and silenced the needy voice in your head, as you forced yourself out of bed. It would be a great night, and if you were lucky, you could kiss him at what would be twilight back home. It was a good omen for a relationship, and in the midst of a war, you needed all the help you could get.

At approximately 1700 hours, Tup walked into the med bay looking excited yet nervous. You brightened instantly at the sight of him. Racing around your desk, you leapt right into his arms. He held you tightly, pressing his face into your neck.

“Hi, mesh’la, can I steal you away for a little while?” he asked.

“I can’t really leave right now, but I got you a Wintersbloom gift!”

“No, no!” Kix said, interrupting you. “You can leave for a little while. I’ll comm you if I need you.”

“I don’t care what anyone says, you’re the best, Kix,” you say grinning, as you put your things.

“Awww thanks…wait, who said otherwise?” He questioned, brow furrowed.

“See ya in a bit!” you said grabbing Tup’s hand, and dragging him towards the exit.

“You’re gonna tell me later,” he shouts at your retreating figures.

***

Tup lead you to the starboard observation room. You’re surprised it’s empty, as there was almost someone in there relaxing, reading, or napping. The pair of you sat in the window seat facing each other. Your heart raced, as you pulled your gift for him out of your pocket. A small package, wrapped in purple silk, held closed with a silvery cord.

“Mesh’la, what-? It’s so fancy. I hope you didn’t spend too much,” Tup said even more anxious about his present for you.

“Oh stop it, Tup,” you shushed him. “You deserve this and so much more.” You pressed the gift into his hands. You swallow before continuing.

“So back home, what you wrap a gift in is as important as the gift.”

Tup toys with the cord, “So what does purple silk mean?”

“Silk for romance, purple for trust.”

Tup looked up at you then, vulnerable, gentle. Your heart skipped a beat. He was so beautiful, so kind, so yours. He pulled at the cord, and the silk fell away revealing a small box.

He opened the little box, and found a flat, bright blue metal disc with coordinates around the rim.

“That’s where we were when we first met,” you supplied. You bit your lip as you watched him pull off one of his gloves to lift the little disc, and hold it in his hand. He looked up at you once more, and cupped your face with his free hand to bring his lips to yours. The kiss was like Tup. Gentle on the surface, hiding power and passion underneath.

When he pulled away he rested his forehead against yours.

“Thank you, cyare.”

“You’re welcome. I’m so glad you like it.”

He kissed you softly once more before passing you a little box as well. You accepted it with a grin, fingers rubbing over the soft surface before you opened it and lifted out a little tear-shaped pendant. It was made of blue and white plastoid with soft black fabric on the back.

“Is this what I think it is?” You asked, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. Tup nodded.

“Yeah, it’s bit of my armor. I needed a new pauldron, so I saved a piece of the old one for you, and the fabric is from my blacks. Do you…”

“I love it!” You interrupted, throwing your arms around him. “It’s a little piece of you that I can always keep close. Thank you, Tup.”

“Anything for you, mesh’la.”

“Really? Because I would really love one more thing that only you can give me,” you said scooting closer.

“It’s yours.”

Your watch beeped again.

“A kiss. My people believe a kiss at twilight provides a relationship with good fortune.”

Tup replied by wrapping his arms around you, and kissing you deeply. The ache that had lingered inside you all day began to dissipate, and a warm satisfaction took its place.

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kaminocasey · 1 year

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Hi! I really love the Cody fic you just did 😍 I have a similar request (you pick the clone). Reader and clone have been on again off again bc of their work or being in different battalions or something and neither of them have confessed to eachother. But then reader gets seriously hurt and the clone finds her on the battlefield and is trying to save her and they have a fluffy love confession and happy ending bc help comes (or not, you choose 😂).

Anyway, congrats on 300! Love what you do! 😘

I'm sorry it took me so long to get to this!!! To make up for it, I hope it's okay that while it was supposed to just be a blurb, it kinda turned into a small fic? Lol. Title: In Time A/N: I chose Tup bc I've never written for him before and I thought it'd be fun! Plus, he's just so pretty, ya know? Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Angst, Smut WC: 2K

You and Tup. You made sense… but you didn’t. It didn’t stop the feelings you had for him, though. All the desperate hookups when your battalions would be paired up together. The 501st and the 212th all knew about the two of you. But neither of you could bring yourselves to admit your feelings for the other.

“Maker, you’re so fucking pretty.” Tup whispers, his voice raspy with lust as he picks you up, pushing you up against the shelves in the utility closet that you had snuck off to in the middle of the night.

You moan softly against his lips. “You are.”

He chuckles as you pull his hair tie out of his hair, letting it flow around him so you can wrap your fingers in it. He moans at the feeling. You know how much he loves when you massage his scalp. Unfortunately, you didn’t have time. Hopefully next time, you’d have time to explore each other’s bodies and needs more.

“Wanted you so bad.” You groan as he thrusts into you. “Every day.”“Yeah? Tell me.” He gives you a sheepish smile.

You kiss him instead, afraid that you’ll accidentally let your feelings slip through. That was something neither of you had time for, unfortunately. Feelings.

“You gotta tell him, cyar’ika.” Fives tells you as you walk, his arm slung around your shoulder as you help carry him to safety.

“Are you kidding me right now?” You ask him, laughing. “You just got shot and you’re trying to lecture me about my love life?”

He chuckles, breathlessly. “Yeah, guess I am.”

If Fives was anything, it was nosy. He had the perfect ability to butt into anyone’s business. It was a real problem. “He has a point, you know.” Hardcase chimes in, walking by, his gun slung up on his shoulder.

“Maker, go get your own lives, thanks.” You roll your eyes.

“Tup has no idea. No matter how many times we tell him.” Fives shrugs, then winces in pain.

You shake your head at him. “Unbelievable.”

“I know. It’s completely obvious to all of us, except him.” He says as you start to spray a bacta-spray over the wound.

“No, Fives… You. You’re unbelievable. Why can’t you just mind your own business?” You glare at him.

“Oh… I’m sorry, cyar’ika… We just want to see you happy.” He tells you.

“Hey, everything good over here?” Tup comes walking by, raising his helmet so you can see his face.

You smile as soon as you see him, Fives momentarily forgotten. “Yeah, love. We’re all good.”

He grins and gives you an encouraging wink before pulling his helmet back down and nodding before catching up with Hardcase and Dogma.

Unfortunately, the realization of what you need to do sits in and your smile fades immediately. This was your last day with the 501st for who knows how long. It’d be a lost cause to try to start something with Tup now. Right?

Later that night, in the barracks, you walk quietly into Tup’s where he’s bunking with Rex, Fives, Jesse, Hardcase, Kix, and Dogma. “Tup.” You murmur, grabbing his attention.

He looks up, grinning immediately and your heart clenches, breaking silently. You knew this was going to be much harder than expected.

“Cyare.” He comes over to you, clearly excited to see you.

You glance around him at the rest of his brothers who are all staring at you, grinning, then back at him. “You want to go for a walk?”

He follows your gaze then looks back down at you. “Yeah, sure. Everything okay?”

You nod, silently, trying to give him a soft smile. The problem is, Tup knows you all too well. His smile fades immediately.

“What is it?” He asks you, seriousness lacing his voice.

“Not here…” You whisper, walking out into the hallway.

He follows behind you. “What’s wrong?”

When the door slides shut behind him, he pulls you into his arms. You gently remove yourself from his arms, looking up at his face, trying desperately to not reach out and comb your fingers through his hair since it’s down.

“This isn’t working, Tup…” You murmur.

“What isn’t?” He asks, brows furrowed in confusion.

You really didn’t want to do this. Maker, why did you have to be in love with him?

“Us.” You tell him, barely above a whisper.

“Us…?” He tilts his head in confusion. “Why do you say that?”

You lean against the wall, crossing your arms, shrugging. “This is the 501st and 212th’s last night together for who knows how long…”

“If you need a break-” He starts.

“No, Tup… that’s not it… It’s just too hard.” You try to keep the tears back as you attempt to not back down.

Tup whispers your name, trying to get you to look at him. “Please… look at me.” You shake your head, knowing if you look at him now, you’re going to break. “Just… stay safe, okay?”

“Cyare, I lo-” He starts but you put your hand over his mouth.

“Don’t.” You finally look at him and he has tears in his eyes that match your own.

Finally, the dam breaks and you practically run away, back to your own barracks. Alone.

One Year Later…

The blaster fire was almost too much at this point. You were beyond exhausted, but you knew rest would come soon.

“You good, Ad’ika?” Wolffe calls down to you. “Comet good?”

You nod, trying to make sure Comet is alright as he clutches his chest, gasping. It’s barely a flesh wound. He’s just being dramatic.

“You’re fine, Comet. I promise.” You grin at him and then look back at Wolffe. “He’s perfectly fine!”

Wolffe chuckles with a nod and continues to follow General Plo Koon.

“You’re sure I’m fine?” Comet asks you.

“Barely any blood. You’re fine.” You pat his arm and help him back up.

“Whew. Close call.” He chuckles, joining Wolffe and Sinker with General Plo Koon.

You shake your head at the dramatic man and sanitize your hands, throwing your pack back over your shoulder. You’d been with the 104th for the last eight months and you considered the entire Wolfpack brothers at this point.

You watch as General Plo Koon greets General Anakin Skywalker. The 501st was here.

The 501st was here… with the 104th… Which meant…

Oh no.

You look up and see Captain Rex walking with Fives and Jesse. They look up just in time to see you searching for Tup.

“Hey boys.” You try to smile.

Rex greets you with a smile and then Fives’ booming voice fills the area.

“Cyar’ika!” Fives comes rushing over to you, picking you up and swinging you around in a hug.

When he sets you down, you gently step away from him and turn to say hi to Jesse but are met face to face with Tup instead. Your lips part, unsure of what to say but he smiles softly at you.

“Hi.” He looks about as nervous as you feel.

“Hey.” You smile back, softly.

Jesse starts to lead Fives away before he can ruin the moment. You give him a grateful smile and he throws you a wink as they walk away.

“How have you been?” Tup asks you.

Before you can say anything, Comet and Sinker come and rush you off. You give Tup an apologetic look.

“We got you, ad’ika.” Sinker assures you, knowingly.

The next day comes and you’re in the midst of battle again. You were keeping close to a few of the 104th guys if they needed you, trying to stay out of the 501st’s hair, especially since you knew that Kix was nearby for them.

“How’s it rolling with the Wolfpack, cyar’ika?” Fives finds you and asks you.

You smile softly up at him and try to think if you should ask about Tup. Should you be honest and tell Fives how much you miss Tup, how you haven’t stopped thinking about him or dreaming about him all year? Would he relay that information to Tup even if you asked him not to?

“I’d like to think we’re more fun than the 501st!” Comet calls out as he passes by.

You shake your head at Comet and he chuckles.

“Is that true?” Fives asks you.

You roll your eyes and keep walking, trying to figure out how to answer as you both keep low out of the blaster fire. When you don’t answer him, Fives gently grabs your shoulder and stops you.

“Talk to me.” Fives tilts his head.

You let out a sigh, ready to be honest, except all of a sudden, you feel a sharp burning pain in your side and again in your shoulder. You look down, realizing you’ve been shot twice and then drop. Fives stares at you in shock for only a second before quickly dropping down beside you, desperately yelling for Kix.

“KIX!” Tup hears Fives’ voice yelling urgently. “WE NEED HELP NOW!”

Tup drops his blaster to his side as he sees Kix run back past him and toward Fives and a body on the ground. He notices your shoes first, and when he realizes who’s shoes they are, he takes off sprinting in your direction.

When Tup reaches you, you’re gasping in pain, tears in your eyes.

“Tell Tup, Fives… Tell him. Promise me.” You gasp.

“Tell him yourself.” Fives grabs Tup, pulling him down beside you.

“Tell me what?” Tup asks.

You don’t have the energy to say it, no matter how bad you want to. You can feel yourself slipping into sleep, not sure if this is your last chance to tell him. You’re in so much pain. You mouth the words, hoping to the Maker that Tup understands what you’re trying to say.

I love you.

He nods, understanding. “I love you, too. I always have.”

You smile again before slipping under.

When you come to again, the medbay lights are so blinding and white, it’s nauseating.

“Turn off the lights, Kix…” You whisper, keeping your eyes closed. “Ugh.” “There she is.” Kix chuckles, patting your hand, getting up to turn down the lights.

“Thank the Maker.” Tup jumps up to his feet from your side, kissing you desperately, all over your face and lips.

“Tup?” You open your eyes.

“I’m here.” He promises you.

Relief washes through you, glad that you woke up again. You needed to tell him you loved him.

“I love you.” He tells you without you having to say it. “I’m in love with you.”

Unable to hold back your smile, you pull him to you, kissing him deeply. And then you realize how much pain you're in and let him go.

“Sorry, cyare…” He murmurs, calling over Kix to give you more pain meds.

“SHE’S AWAKE.” Fives claps his hands, strolling into the medbay with Jesse and Hardcase.

“Yeah and I need some peace and quiet already.” You mumble, smiling.

Fives looks over at Tup holding your hand to his lips, smiling at you and starts grinning like an idiot.

“It’s about time.” Fives nods, approvingly.

“Get out, Fives. Jesse. Hardcase.” Tup tells them. “We’ll talk to you later.”

Fives comes and sits a vase of flowers on the table by your bed. You look at him with a thankful grin and he throws you and Tup a wink before heading out of the room.

“We’ve reassigned you back into our care. So, when you feel better… you’ll be with the 501st from now on.” Kix tells you from the doorway before walking out of the room to give you and Tup some privacy.

You look over at Tup as you start to get sleepy again, but you try your best to fight it. You just want to spend time with him, and he knows it.

“I’ll be here when you wake up. We’ll talk then.” He kisses your hand again. “I’m not going anywhere ever again.”

You nod with a sleepy smile. “I love you.”

“I love you. Now rest.” He squeezes your hand, resting his head against yours.

As if that’s all you needed, you drift off into sleep again. This time, happier than you’d been in an entire year.

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wanderinginksplot · 10 months

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Tup

Tup is one of the younger members of the 501st. He shares the loyalty common to his brothers, but is still trying to figure out some of the things they don’t teach you on Kamino.

Tup + Teaching Mechanics - Tup x gn!reader - 1.7k words. Tup has a passion for mechanical technology, but he’s never had the chance to explore that passion. You let him talk to you about it.

Tup + Hospital - Tup x fem!reader (not human, but humanoid) - 3.5k words. Reader is at the end of a long line of doctor’s appointments and your doctor finally diagnoses you with endometriosis. You struggle to come to terms with that fact. Tup helps you through it.

Tup + Slow-Dancing - Tup x gn!reader - 4k words. Tup comes to you with a problem: he wants to ask out a civilian, but he doesn’t know how to dance. You’re happy to help.

Tup + Armor-Fitting - Tup x gn!reader - 3.4k words. You run into Tup while being fitted for armor of your own. He’s fresh from a mission on which he impressed most of his brothers. In between affectionate teasing from them, he tries to get to know you.

Now Boarding - various 501st members x fem!readers - 42.6k words. Eight interconnected stories about members of the 501st meeting the group of women who have been brought aboard the Resolute to fill various jobs.

#star wars #star wars the clone wars #clone trooper tup #tup #tup x reader #tup x you #reader insert fic #reader insert #wanderinginksplot's masterlist #masterlist update #ink's fics #now boarding fic #now boarding #star wars fanfiction #sw tcw #sw tcw fanfic

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sleepingsun501 · 2 years

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Lipstick Stains

Pairing(s): Captain Rex x F!Reader, Clones x F!Readers

Summary: The 501st is back home on Coruscant, and you and your girlfriends meet them at 79′s to welcome your boys home.

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings: Contains SMUT 18+, some fluff, alcohol, thigh grinding, oral sex

A/N: Minors get out of here! This is my first one-shot ever. Thanks to everybody on discord for our conversation today for inspiring this! It focuses mainly on Rex at first, but I tried to write it in a way that you can write expansions off any of the characters and insert readers. Tag me if you expand any of it!

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40629618

“Come on! Hurry!” your friend said to you urgently as she tugged on your wrist. “They’ll probably already be there.”

You panted a little from the brisk pace you had been maintaining, in heels no less, and caught a whiff of sweet perfume. You looked to your left and right, surrounded by your friends. The scuff of heels and boots, the quiet jangle of someone’s bracelets, and the excited whispers and giggles emanated from the group of you as you all made your way to 79’s.

You had been relaxing and watching a holo in your apartment when your friend’s message had come over your comm: “The boys are home! 79’s in an hour.”

You had gasped so hard you nearly choked on your popcorn as you scrambled to untangle yourself from your blanket to get dressed. Your heart had pounded with both relief and anxiety as you got ready. Rex was home. But why had he not messaged you himself? Was he okay? Was he upset with you? It had been weeks since you had heard from him, and he had said something about needing to go dark for a mission. Had something happened to him?

You had to push those thoughts out of your mind and focus on the logic. You and Rex had been through scenarios like this before. Your friend would have probably heard from Fives or Jesse, and you were close enough to Fives that he certainly would have messaged you if something had happened to Rex.

After taking a few calming breaths, you had settled on a short, strappy, black satin dress you knew Rex loved and spent a couple of extra minutes doing your hair and makeup. You took extra care to wing your eyeliner a little and apply your favorite shade of lipstick, wanting to look your best. Rex had never cared whether you wore makeup or not, but if you were being perfectly honest with yourself, you hoped that your makeup would be completely ruined by the end of the evening.

Now you found yourself amongst the gaggle of your friends, all of whom were rather attached to the boys of the 501st. The 501st had built a bit of a reputation for themselves as far as clones were concerned, no thanks to their general and his lack of oversight of them while they were on leave.

Rex had briefly mentioned to you before that the general seemed to just vanish once they were planetside on Coruscant, but had said no more on the matter. You could see how it stressed him out, though. Rex was the one that command automatically defaulted to when the general was not present, and he had to have some stern words with some of the men after the last time they were on leave about the shenanigans they had gotten up to.

With 79’s now in sight, and the collective excitement of your group growing, you hoped tonight would not be like that. You hoped it would just be drinks, dancing, laughs, and fun to welcome them all home.

The club’s pounding base and colorful flashing lights created a familiar scene, and you and the other girls found yourselves amongst a swath of identical faces. Well, nearly identical. Some of the clones had different tattoos or armor or hair, but you focused all your might on looking for a distinct shade of cobalt blue paint and a pretty blonde head.

The friend still holding your wrist let go abruptly and shrieked happily as she was swept off her feet and twirled in the air. As she giggled and wrapped her arms around the clone’s neck, you recognized the red medical sigil painted on his spaulder. Kix. Of course. you thought with a smile. Your friend quickly dragged him further onto the dance floor, disappearing into the crowd.

As your eyes returned to scanning, you spotted Fives sitting in a booth in the far corner with his other brothers looking for your group. Two empty beer bottles already sat in front of him, with a third in his hand. He looked exhausted, but his face lit up like a firecracker when he saw you and your friends.

Identical smiles broke out on all of their faces as you and the girls approached. Two of your friends broke off from the group to order some drinks, Tup and Hardcase in tow, while the others made room in the booth.

Fives set his beer down and happily scooped you into a bear hug, pressing you tightly into the freshly scrubbed plastoid of his armor. “Hey there, pretty lady!” he said loudly over the thrumming music.

“Welcome home,” you smiled back. You could smell the alcohol on his breath, but it was not unpleasant. “I’m glad you’re all safe.”

His smile faded a bit, but he nodded. “Me too. It’s good to be back.”

You had expected that. As much as you hated to admit it, not everyone always came back. They had undoubtedly lost brothers on whatever hair-raising mission they had just returned from, and you knew better than to ask about it right away.

“Is Rex—?” you began to ask, but before you could finish, Fives took your hand and spun you in a smoother move than you could have imagined, releasing you right at the end to send you twirling into the waiting arms of your captain.

“Mesh’la,” Rex breathed, burying his face in your neck and hair and wrapping his powerful arms around your waist.

You gasped and felt warm tears sting your eyes as you melted into him. He really was home. You could feel every ripple of every taut muscle under his uniform—his dress greys. Why was he in dress greys? Oh hell, why would care about that now? He was stunning whether he was dressed up, in his armor, or buck naked. You could have sworn the man let off his own glow, like the sun and stars.

Rex inhaled your scent as if he depended on you instead of oxygen, pressing himself as close as he could to you. One of your hands eased over his tense shoulder blade while the other anchored itself to the nape of his neck. His normally buzzed, peach-fuzzy hair was much longer than you remembered it. It curled a little in your fingers as you squeezed, and was so soft that you could not help stroking it a bit.

“Welcome home, baby,” you said as you eased back, grinning from ear to ear at the most handsome man in the GAR. “I missed you so much.”

There were tired circles under his beautiful eyes, a light layer of stubble on his normally clean-shaven face, and a rigidness in his posture that worried you. If your captain was looking this haggard and Fives was already on his third beer, they all must have been through hell. You continued to stroke his hair and marveled at the texture, raking your nails lightly on his scalp. He blinked a few times and you felt a shiver run through him, so he must have liked it.

His dark honey eyes crinkled as he smiled back at you. Despite the clear signs of stress, he was still overjoyed to see you. “I’ve missed you too, my pretty girl. Missed you every single day.”

He leaned down and captured your lips in a tender, longing kiss, cupping your cheek with a warm, calloused hand. He held you to him with the other hand splayed across your lower back as he devoured you. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip, begging for entry, and you quickly parted your lips to let him in. He tasted so good, and he seemed intent on exploring every inch of your mouth before releasing you again.

The kiss left you breathless as you whined into his mouth, and it sent a tingling warm heat radiating from your core out to your limbs. There was a desperation to it that you had not felt in a long time. He nudged your legs apart, slotting and flexing his burly thigh against your center where the heat was quickly pooling. A pleasant shudder ran up your spine as the pressure against your clit increased, and he gripped your waist to steady you.

This was bold for Rex. He had always preferred to wait until you were behind closed doors. But now, here you were, in full view of 79’s and his vode, grinding your aching clit against the muscles in his leg.

It was then you realized that whatever was bothering him and his brothers was better left till morning. You could feel the urgency in his kiss, the silent pleading for you to reciprocate, and his hand guided your hips now as you shifted against him. He would never do anything without your permission, but everything about the way he touched you screamed that he needed you. He needed you now.

As you broke the kiss, his eyes flicked to his brothers and then back to you. It was such a big brother move—making sure his vode were behaving even while he had you ready to fall apart in his arms.

Seizing the opportunity to distract him, you laced his fingers with yours and pulled him toward the back of the club before he could protest. You were not going to wait anymore. If Rex wanted you, you were his.

As you passed your two friends carrying drinks with Tup and Hardcase making their way back to the table, you glanced back over your shoulder at the booth. Fives cracked a knowing grin and winked mischievously at you, pulling one of your friends into his lap. You giggled when you saw her grind her hips down a little and wrap Fives’ arm around her waist while nuzzling up to Echo. Another one of the girls already had her legs draped over Jesse’s lap, and you were certain Kix and his chosen partner for the night were still on the dancefloor.

The girls would make sure they stayed out of any real trouble. If anything, you were probably going to have to make sure Rex never made his way back to the barracks tonight. You knew what chaos would probably ensue there, and the less the good captain knew, the better.

You pushed the refresher door open and dragged Rex inside, quickly locking it behind you. As you turned, you were met with a hungry stare in his amber eyes. You noticed a little smudge of your lipstick on his mouth just before he claimed your mouth again, hoisting you effortlessly into his arms and wrapping your legs around his waist so he could press your back to the door.

Through the starchy material of his dress greys, you could feel how hard he was already. He ground himself roughly into your hips, his cock running halfway up your belly, growling out a sound so low and feral it made you soak your dainty underwear.

“Fuck, mesh’la,” he groaned, his jaw clenched in restraint. “Do you know what you do to me?”

“I do have some idea, yes,” you teased, bracing your forearms on his broad shoulders—fuck, how was he so broad?—and tugging on his short curls.

He nipped at your neck, his teeth grazing over your skin. “Mmmm. Feeling a little sassy tonight, huh?”

“Only for you, Captain.”

He paused.

Oh shit, you were in trouble. You could feel his control beginning to unravel with the use of his title. He rutted his hips into yours and bit down on the tender flesh of your neck just under your ear, immediately soothing the bite with a gentle lick. His thumb brushed over one of your hardened nipples through the satin of your dress, and you were so glad you had forgone wearing a bra tonight. “Careful, mesh’la. Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

Everything you needed to hear was in his tone. You giggled and unwrapped your legs from his waist, asking to be set back down. You worked the front of his uniform open and you sank to your knees the second your heels clicked on the floor. You palmed him through his trousers before freeing his thick cock, taking him in your hand and stroking him as he leaned his head back and inhaled sharply.

Rex looked back down at you, his eyes both soft and needy. “You’re too good to me, pretty girl.”

You simply smiled in response and flattened your tongue against him as you licked from the base of his throbbing length all the way to the weeping tip. The feeling of him gathering your hair for you and his pleasured moan had your pussy clenching and flooding with need. You felt powerful like this, knowing his earlier warning was futile as you tasted the little bead of precum that had leaked from him. You had always made him finish. He was yours. And his lips would not be the only part of his body stained with your lipstick tonight.

#captain rex #captain rex x reader #captain rex x you #rex x reader #rex x you #captain rex smut #tcw rex #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo #arc trooper jesse #clone trooper kix #clone trooper hardcase #clone trooper tup #star wars #the clone wars #clone troopers

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troopers-favorite-blaster · 9 months

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First posted drabble out of the many in my Google drive,

Clone of your choice helps you finally make the decision to stop smoking nicotine

Warnings: mentions of cigarettes and vape

No clone specifically described so it's a up to you fic, reader isn't described either.

I Googled what the year and months stuff is like so there's 10 months a year, 5 days a week and 7 weeks to a month so that's why time doesn't sound right

The cigarette burned the back of your throat as you shifted your weight from one foot to another. You always said it would be your last one, but after being in space for almost a month you felt like you were going to jump out of your skin if you didn’t sneak off the second you landed. You knew you'd have at least a few minutes before he came looking for you having arrived on a different shuttle and you could’ve waited another hour or so but you decided to take the chance. Damn'd if you do damn'd if you don’t kind of deal in your mind.

You stood the savoring the tingling feeling going through your body from the nicotine rush running through your body like you hadn't smoked before. Well six weeks almost seven was close enough to a reset anyways, and you started to feel guilty for smoking it halfway through.

“I thought I’d find you here.” A slightly disappointed voice says behind you.

“Yeah, I don’t know how I feel about it now anyway.” You sigh as you bring the halfway gone cigarette up to your lips hesitating before hitting it again.

“Thought you quit.”

“Yeah I did, except I felt like I was going to jump out of my skin the second we landed and then when I lit it, it felt great and then it just felt like I ruined all the progress. I always said I was going to quit but never actually tried, I forgot to bring a vape this past time so it’s not like I could even sneak off and hit that if I needed it so I was actually sober from the nicotine, I couldn’t focus on anything and my mind wouldn’t calm down to let me get anything done.

“You want my opinion?” he asks shifting the helmet under his arm.

“You know I do.”

He looks at you for a moment before reaching out and taking the cigarette from you and flicking it away the two off you. “You just smoked your last cigarette and you won’t be buying a vape either.”

You stare at him with your mouth open ready to defend yourself but you close it knowing he's right. “Fine.”

#captain rex x you #commander fox x reader #commander wolffe x reader #fives x reader #tup x reader #kix x reader #tcw fanfiction #captain rex x reader #star wars #dogma x reader #howzer x reader #tech x reader #hunter x reader #wrecker x reader #echo x reader #crosshair x reader #Jesse x reader #cody x reader

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the-bad-batch-baroness · 10 months

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A Man's Worth

Tup x Fem!Reader

Chapter 1: Death in the Shadows

gif by @kamino-coruscant

Summary: Your date-night with Tup is interrupted when your stalker finds you and won’t leave without you. Tup heroically comes to your defense, but is overpowered by the assailant and you are taken away. After your rescue, Tup struggles with his insecurities and self-worth as he tries to heal physically, mentally, and emotionally.

Pairing: Tup x Fem!Reader

Characters: Tup, Echo, Fives, Fox, Rex, Kix, Jesse, Dogma, Hardcase

Tags & Warnings: 18+, established relationship, domestic fluff, minor suggestive themes, stalking, kidnapping, violence, blood, major injuries, whump, trauma, angst, hurt/comfort, self-worth, masculinity, depression, PTSD

Word Count: 6.7k

Author's Note: This was supposed to be a one-shot, but it decided it wanted to be more. Don’t ask me where the idea came from. It was the first thing that popped into my head when I read the bingo square. Writing this was painful, but chapters two and three are worse, so... As always, please enjoy 💚

Beta Read: By the lovely @commander-sunshine because sometimes I think my work is trash.

@clonexreaderbingo Square: Obsession

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

“I am so full,” you groan while exiting the restaurant. The fresh evening air hits your face and you take a deep breath to refresh yourself.

“Me too,” Tup agrees as he rubs his stomach. “I’m kind of glad the other place messed up our reservations, because this place was amazing.”

“Right?” you pop a mint into your mouth and offer one to Tup. “This is definitely going on the list of favorites.”

“Absolutely,” Tup agrees while taking the mint. He clasps his hand in yours and you stroll leisurely down the sidewalk together.

Date nights are your favorite nights. You and Tup always make it a point to set aside one night, while he’s on leave, dedicated solely to each other. It’s a time of bonding and learning about each other. Even though you’ve been together for two years now, you don’t want to get complacent and lose the spark that you had in the beginning. In order for the night to be considered a true date night, it must consist of three things: food, fun, and intimacy.

The food portion of the night has happily concluded at the new restaurant you just left. After your original reservation was mysteriously lost, you wandered down the streets looking for somewhere else to have dinner and this little hole in the wall with a crooked neon sign piqued both your interests. The inside had a lively atmosphere and good music. And although the menu was limited, the portions were huge and you barely finished your shared dessert.

The fun portion was completed before the food. You found out the hard way that food before fun only ended up making you both sick, so you switched them around. Tonight you swept the floor with Tup at mini-golf. He talked a good game, but his mini-swing lacked any sort of form. His golf balls landed in the water, in the dirt, over the fence, and in someone's drink cup. You really didn’t think someone could be that bad at mini-golf, but Tup is always surprising you.

Now, all that’s left is the intimacy portion. Intimacy can be anything as long as you do it together and are completely alone. Some nights you will bake cupcakes and make a mess with the frosting, or take a hot shower and wash each other’s hair, or cuddle up with a good holo-film and eat copious amounts of junk food, or just have sex. The day usually ends in sex, but it isn’t the point, or the main focus of date night, so it always falls to the bottom of the list of priorities.

The sun is setting beyond the horizon as you make your way home and you sigh in contentment as you lean your head against Tup’s shoulder. He glances down at you, smiles, raises your clasped hand to his lips, and kisses your knuckles. You smile warmly in return for his affection. Today’s date night is perfect and the weather could not be better. It’s not too hot, which is always a concern in the summer, with a light breeze that brushes gently by your exposed skin.

You continue walking down the street, clasped hands blithefully swaying in the air like a young couple in love, relishing in each other’s presence. You see a bench coming up in your path and instead of letting go of Tup’s hand and going around it, you climb up it to walk across. Tup doesn’t miss a beat and continues holding your hand from the ground while you stretch out your other arm to balance. Once across, you gracefully hop off the end and continue your journey.

“You’re adorable, you know that?” Tup praises as he leans over and plants a kiss on your temple.

“Stop it,” you laugh and tap his arm in jest.

Tup flexes his bicep and twirls you around to rest against his chest. He crosses his arms over your stomach to trap you and you giggle. He leans his chin atop your shoulder and whispers in your ear. “Never.”

You close your eyes and place your hands on his forearms as he sways back and forth, slowly dancing on the sidewalk to non existent music. You let yourself melt into his body’s warmth, feeling his firm chest against your back and his strong arms holding you, securing you in a gentle embrace. You don’t care who’s watching and you don’t care what they think. When you're with Tup your inhibitions and insecurities dissipate like clouds on a sunny day.

You open your eyes and continue to sway when you catch a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of your eye. Your body stiffens and a shiver runs up your spine. You study the figure and your stomach drops as your heart rate increases. It’s him. You can’t believe it. You don’t want to believe it. How did he find you? You try to look away from his menacing presence as he observes you from the shadows, but you can’t. Your blood runs cold as fear washes over you.

Tup feels your muscles tense against his own as you stop swaying with him. The sudden change in your demeanor demands his attention. He notices goosebumps forming on your arms and wonders if you’re getting cold. He mentally kicks himself for not bringing a sweatshirt with him in case you needed it, however, something about your shivering feels off. The evening air is warm, not cool, as demonstrated by the sweat forming on the back of his neck.

“Cyare?” Tup asks in concern while cocking his head to the side.

You don’t answer, too afraid to form coherent words. It’s as if someone glued your mouth shut.

“Cyare?” Tup asks again, this time gently turning you around to face him. The look in your eyes tugs at his heartstrings. He can finally see what he was feeling emanating from your body, pure fear.

You startle at the movement and look into Tup’s deep amber eyes, searching desperately for safety and comfort. Tup stares back, silently asking what you need from him, waiting for you to speak. You finally mutter the words. “I want to go home.” The syllables are soft spoken, almost broken, as if one more utterance would break an invisible dam, releasing a cascade of emotions.

Tup doesn’t understand what is happening, but he does understand you, and if you say it’s time to go home, then it’s time to go home. For him, no more words need to be spoken. Whether you want to talk about it when you get home or not is up to you, but that’s not his main concern at the moment. His only concern is your safety and your wellbeing. He nods at your request, giving you assurance, clasps your hand in his, and begins walking towards home.

Tup takes ten steps and you abruptly stop. He doesn’t notice at first and continues walking, but stops when he feels the resistance as your hand strays from his. He turns on his heels and furrows his brow with concern. He doesn’t understand what is causing this sudden trepidation, but he’s growing worried. Is it him? Did he do something to cause this? The thoughts nag at the back of his mind, but he shoves them away in search of something more definite from you.

“Can we take the long way home?” you ask nervously, your gaze fixated on the shadowy figure Tup was inadvertently walking towards.

Tup’s confusion continues. The long way is ten blocks from your position. The short way is only two blocks. Tup scratches his head and searches your features. He watches you pick at your fingers, biting your lip, your legs trembling, and the way your chest heaves as if you’re being deprived of oxygen. He scans past you, desperately wondering what or who is scaring you so fiercely that you want to walk an extra eight blocks home, but nothing catches his eye.

Tup is snapped out of his focused gaze by you tugging on the sleeve of his t-shirt. “Please?” you plead with shaky breath, tears threatening to escape your eyes.

Tup’s heart shatters. He’s never seen you like this before. “Yes, of course,” Tup rushes to say when he realizes he’s taking too long to respond to your original question. “We can stop by that ice cream stand in the park on the way. Sounds good?”

He gives you a small smile, hoping for your bright and cheery disposition to return at the prospect of your favorite summer treat, ice cream, but you don’t smile back and answer only with a slight nod. Tup frowns, his efforts to lighten the mood fail, but he takes your hand in his and grips it tightly to reassure you of his presence. If anything, he wants you to know he’s there for you, even if you never tell him what’s wrong, he’ll always be there.

You both walk in silence as you wind the long way around to your apartment. Tup continues to scan the surroundings, still searching for the source of your sudden fear, but he can’t locate it. The thought of him being oblivious to such an enormous fear of yours makes him feel insecure about how attentive he is. Maybe he missed it in a conversation or maybe you said it in passing and he forgot. He racks his brain trying to figure it out, but the dots won’t connect.

A cold shiver runs up Tup’s spine and the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, stopping him dead in his tracks. This feeling. He knows this feeling, intimately. He first felt it on Umbara as a shiny and he never forgot it. The feeling of cold eyes watching him from the shadows, waiting to strike him down. Is this what you saw? Is the source of these threatening eyes what is terrorizing his love? His breath quickens and he turns around, putting himself between you and the menacing gaze.

Tup steels himself, his eyes scanning for the source. He knows it’s out there, waiting, coiled, and ready to strike at him with venomous fangs. Then he sees it, the figure in the shadows that’s been watching and following. How long it’s been following you both, he’s not sure, but he’s going to end it here and now. He lets his training kick in and prepares himself physically and mentally. He’s faced many enemies and he’s not going to back down from whatever this one is.

The figure, realizing it’s been noticed, steps out of the shadows. Tup’s eyes grow wide as he looks at the towering figure and he takes a cautionary step back. The man is massive, at least three times his size and built like a gunship. Tup’s heart rate increases as he feels naked and exposed without his armor and his blaster. He understands now, your fear, because that same fear is biting at the back of his spine, threatening to alter his fight response into a flight response.

The large man takes a step forward, and Tup takes two steps back, pushing you back along with him. This isn’t good. Tup scans his surroundings quickly but there’s nothing he can use as a makeshift weapon. If this encounter turns violent, it’s going to be a fist fight and it won’t be pretty. The man steps forward again, chuckling darkly as Tup takes another few steps back. Tup glances over his shoulder and grimaces as he notices you’re both being backed into an alley.

“You thought you could run away from me again, did ya?” the man sneers.

Tup is baffled by his words, but he feels you bury your face into his back and a few pieces begin to click in his mind. “Do you know this guy?” Tup throws over his shoulder as he continues to back you both into the alley.

Your legs tremble as you try to move in step with Tup. “He’s…” you attempt to force the words out. “He’s my stalker.”

Tup curses under his breath as he mentally calculates the different outcomes, none of them ending well. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Tup asks, trying to swing his voice to sound more inquisitive than condemning.

“I thought he couldn’t find me here,” you answer through a shaky voice. “He’s been obsessed with me for years. I have eight restraining orders on eight different planets.”

Tup curses under his breath again. “Do you have a restraining order for him on Coruscant?” Tup continues his inquiry, well aware that it’s a dumb question.

You nod your head and ball his t-shirt tightly in your fists. This is your worst nightmare. You’ve been moving from planet to planet for years attempting to shake him, but he always ends up finding you. There’s not a police force in the galaxy that has been able to catch him. He’s elusive and cunning, a stark contrast to his brutish appearance, and he’ll do anything to make you his. The sheer terror you feel in this moment is overwhelming and you want to vomit.

“What’s the matter baby?” the man asks. “Why aren’t you happy to see me?”

You flinch at the words. A muscle in Tup’s jaw tics as anger brims under the surface from your terrified reaction. He gives your arm a reassuring squeeze.

“She’s not your baby,” Tup scoffs at the man’s false insinuation.

“Oh?” the man raises an eyebrow. “And what are you supposed to be?”

“I’m her boyfriend,” Tup states confidently while using every bit of conviction he has.

The man laughs loudly and points at Tup. “Him? You chose a clone over me? This subhuman blaster fodder is your boyfriend? Don’t make me laugh baby.”

Tup narrows his eyes as ire burns in his gut. The insults about his existence don’t bother him anymore. Not everyone has the same view about clones, but he’s still flesh and blood, like any other lifeform, and it doesn’t make him any less human if he shares the same DNA with a million other men. He has feelings, a personality, likes and dislikes, just like everyone else. No. What’s really bothering him is your tears soaking through the back of his shirt and it fuels his anger.

The man walks forward. “Come on baby, I’m taking you back home.”

“Over my dead body,” Tup snarls as he steps forward to meet the man’s movement. It no longer matters that he doesn’t have his armor or his blaster. This is carnal. This is something ingrained in him that just feels right. An overwhelming instinct to protect what’s his. No one is taking you away from him, not while he’s still alive and breathing.

The man straightens up to his full height, flexes his muscles, and cracks his neck. “I was hoping you would say that.”

His intimidation tactic is working as Tup feels an incredible wave of dread wash over him. He discreetly slips his hand in his pants pocket and activates the distress beacon on his comm link. Whether anyone will actually see it and come to his aid he doesn’t know, but it’s better than nothing. Tup takes a deep breath, gently pushes you aside, and stands his ground. He’s a clone trooper after all and he was bred to fight. This is what he’s good at, and he’s going to do it.

“Come on, clone,” the man taunts with a wave of his hand. “Show me what those little arms can do.”

“Sooran ni’jagyc,” Tup shoots back as a challenge.

Your jaw drops in shock. You’ve never heard something so vulgar come from Tup’s mouth, at least not when he’s with you. You imagine his vocabulary must be pretty colorful as a soldier, so it’s not surprising, but it sounds weird coming from his lips. You watch nervously as the two men square each other up, like predator and prey. You slink back to a reasonably safe distance into the alley to give Tup the room to maneuver without you getting in his way. The tension in the air thickens.

The man lunges forward and Tup quickly evades his first strike. The attacker is large and his movements are sluggish and unrefined, whereas Tup is smaller, quicker, and more precise with his movements. Tup remains weary, even with his slight advantage from years of training. They play a game of hit and miss for several minutes and you fidget with your fingers and tap your foot as you watch. Your stomach lurches at the brutal swings as you wait for one to find its mark.

Sweat begins to form on Tup’s brow as he dodges another swing. His stamina is still good and if he can keep outmaneuvering his opponent, he just might tire him out. The man is getting frustrated that he can’t land any hits and his movements become more erratic and desperate. Tup takes the opportunity to look for an opening, anywhere he can land a hit. He finally sees one and goes for it, but Tup’s fist is caught mid-flight, the man’s hand encapsulating his entirely.

“Gotcha,” the man says as he peers down at Tup with a devilish smirk.

Dread washes over Tup’s face at the realization that he’s been caught. He knows it’s over. He knows he can’t break free, not from the iron grip surrounding his hand. He once again feels small, naked, and afraid for not only his life, but also yours. A part of him recognizes he may not survive what comes next and he glances back over his shoulder to give you the best smile he can, knowing it may be the last one he gives you.

“Look away, mesh’la,” Tup orders as calmly as he can. He doesn’t want you to see what’s going to happen next.

You nod, but you don’t intend to look away. At your confirmation, Tup’s gaze snaps back to the man towering over him. He tries to yank his fist out of the man’s grasp, but it won’t budge. The man watches Tup’s feeble attempts at breaking free and laughs. He rotates his fist outward, slowly bending Tup’s arm, forcing the clone to his knees as he winces from the twisting force. Tup grabs the man’s arm with his free one to try and stop his movement, but it’s not enough.

Crack

You gasp at the sound of breaking bone and the agonizing scream that follows. You put your hand over your mouth as your stomach churns. You’ve never heard Tup make a sound like that. It’s an unnerving and frightening sound that reverberates in your mind and echoes through your eardrums as it bounces off the walls of the alley. You should have listened and looked away. The sight of his arm twisted and mangled into a position inhumanly possible is not one that will soon leave your mind.

“Tup!” you yell as tears roll down your face.

“I said, look away!” Tup cries through labored breath, pain radiating through his broken voice.

This time you listen, clamping your hands over your ears and squeezing your eyes shut. You slide down the alley wall, slumping to the ground, and place your head against your knees. You don’t want to see it and you don’t want to hear it. You don’t want to witness this horrific display. It’s unfair that Tup has to suffer because of you. He didn’t do anything wrong and you wonder what you could have done differently to prevent this from happening, but nothing comes to mind.

Crack

You flinch at the fracturing of more bone and the excruciating shriek that follows. You press your hands firmly over your ears, but no matter how hard you try, you can’t drown out Tup’s tortured voice as he groans in pain. You want it to stop, all of it. You want him to stop. You want him to leave Tup alone and both of you go back to the way your night was before your stalker arrived. You flip through images of Tup in your mind and try to focus on his soothing voice and warm smile.

Crack

Your happy memories are shattered like Tup’s body while his anguished cries float across the air and find their way between your fingers and into your ears. You let out a frightened whimper at the noise, even though the sound of his suffering is your morbid reminder that he’s still alive. You want to open your eyes, but you're afraid. Then you hear a different sound, a gasping of breath. No. He’s going to kill him. You finally brave a peek at the scene and you gasp in horror at the sight.

Your stalker has his hand wrapped around Tup’s throat, holding him several feet off the ground as blood drips from his pant legs and puddles on the ground beneath him. Tup’s limbs are twisted in a way they shouldn’t, with pieces of bone sticking out through bloody skin and ripped clothing. The pain he must be feeling is indescribable. You watch helplessly as Tup wriggles his mangled body gasping for whatever breath he can while using his only good hand to pull at the hand choking him.

You slam your fist on the ground and sob. You’re desperate for someone to save him, anyone, but there’s no one. It’s just the three of you. The only person who can save Tup is you and you’re not even sure if you can. You think about how Tup selflessly threw himself at his adversary to protect you and you want to do the same. You want to protect him, save him, because it’s better for Tup to be alive without you, than to live knowing his death was your fault.

You pick yourself up off the ground and stand on shaky legs like a newborn bantha. With one step at a time, you approach the man holding your mutilated boyfriend, stopping as you reach his side. You look up at Tup, his face is almost unrecognizable and his hair has left the confines of its tie with locks of curls pasted to his face with blood. Your heart breaks. “Please,” you beg with a shaky breath. “Please, let him go.”

The man moves his gaze from the bloody toy in his grasp and peers down at you. “Why should I?” he asks with a huff.

You take a sharp inhale and steel yourself. “If you let him go, I’ll go home with you,” you breathe out, completely surprising yourself with your resolve.

The man raises a curious eyebrow at your proposition.

“N… o…” Tup croaks out from beneath the man's chokehold, his eyes trying to meet yours, but all he sees is a film of red.

Annoyed by the talking piece of meat in his grip, the man takes his other hand and slams it against Tup’s jaw, knocking it out of place with a single deft movement. Blood flings from Tup’s face and splatters across yours as he lets out a stifled groan. His head rolls back as he fades in and out of consciousness. You gasp in horror at the violent act and you raise a trembling hand to your face to wipe Tup's blood off, taking a moment to stare at the crimson stain on your fingers.

“There,” the man smiles satisfactorily. “Now we won’t be interrupted.”

New waves of terror wash over you as shock threatens to take over your system, but you continue to stand your ground, determined to save Tup. “Please,” you ask again with as much sincerity as you can muster. “Please let him go and I’ll go home with you.”

The man contemplates your offer and finally drops his toy. Tup gasps, with what little ability he has left, as he hits the ground hard. You sigh in relief, but it quickly turns to more horror as you watch the man kick Tup in the stomach and hurl him against the wall of the alley. At this point, Tup can’t make any more noises. He just lies against the wall, limp, bleeding, and broken. You look up at the man and beg him to leave Tup alone. You beg and beg and beg, crying for him to stop.

The man walks over to Tup’s mutilated, bloody body and picks him up by the neck again, his twisted arms and legs dangling lifelessly. The man looks at you and smirks. “Do you know where clones belong?”

You whimper, stifling back a sob, and shake your head.

“In the trash,” the man laughs as he tosses Tup’s body in the closest dumpster.

You tremble at the echoing thud Tup’s body makes when it lands in the dumpster. You wonder if he’s dead. He must be dead. No one can survive that level of physical abuse. You fall to your knees and sob. You sob for your lost love and you sob because it’s all your fault. You brought your past into Tup’s present and now he’s paid for it with his life. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t the life you wanted and now you’re mourning the life you had. The life you loved.

The man grabs your arm and yanks you up from the ground. There’s nothing more you can do now. You don’t have a choice. All hope has been lost. You have found yourself at the end of a very terrifying road with no one to protect you and no one to save you. You swallow hard and accept your fate, a fate that Tup died in vain to prevent. You reluctantly go with the man who murdered your love, turning back to look into the alley one last time to mouth a silent I'm sorry.

“You’re overreacting,” Fives criticizes while putting his hands behind his head. “He probably hit it by accident.”

“That doesn’t sound like Tup,” Echo argues as he concentrates on the beacon. “He could be in danger.”

“It’s date night,” Fives reminds Echo with a cheeky grin. “The only danger he’s in is getting blue balls.”

“Real mature, Fives,” Echo rolls his eyes without looking up from the data-pad.

“Listen,” Fives starts, “I was having a great night until you dragged me out here, in full kit no less, to track down Tup and his girlfriend.”

“Yes, I’m sure your hand is missing you very much,” Echo jokes with a small smirk.

Fives flicks an unamused look towards his brother and scrunches his nose to mock him. “Ha-ha, very funny.”

“Just shut up and focus,” Echo says with annoyance.

Fives crosses his arms against his chest in protest and continues walking beside Echo in silence. They follow Tup’s distress signal, winding their way past shops and restaurants illuminated by fluorescent neon signs. The vivid colors and bright lights dance across their armor against the dark backdrop of the night. They stop momentarily when the beacon alerts them to the location of Tup’s comm link being only a little distance up ahead.

Trading concerned looks between each other, they warily continue forward. Echo watches the beacon closely, the beeping pattern matching his anxious heartbeat. There’s no reason for Tup to be here in an empty street like this. They walk past an alley and the beeping from the beacon slows. Echo puts a hand across Five’s chest to halt him, then takes a few steps back. The beacon beeps faster as he approaches the entrance of the dark alley.

Odd is the only word the two Arc Trooper’s can come up with as they share a nervous look. They step into the damp alley, flicking on their helmet lights to see into the darkness, but nothing catches their gaze. There’s nothing in the alley other than garbage, dumpsters, and mysterious liquids littering the ground. They continue to look around, the beacon guiding them to the distress signal. The beeping is loudest by the dumpster and they move towards it to investigate.

“I knew it,” Fives sighs as he puts his hands on his hips. “He lost it and it ended up in the trash. I told you it was nothing to worry about.”

Echo grumbles at Fives’ words, crosses his arms in annoyance, and leans against the opposite wall.

“He owes me for this,” Fives says as he walks toward the open part of the dumpster. He grips the metal side with both hands and hoists himself up to peer inside. He prepares himself for the stench, but nothing could have prepared him for the horrific sight. A beaten and bloody clone. His breath hitches and his stomach jumps into his throat. He swings his legs over the side of the dumpster and jumps in.

He kneels next to the clone. Their body is so mangled and twisted, he can’t tell who it is. He brushes the hair out of their battered face and his heart sinks. A blood stained teardrop under their right eye. No. It can’t be. This can’t be Tup. Fives’ heart races. He puts two fingers to the side of his brother’s neck, checking for a pulse, repeating ‘please don’t be dead’ to himself over and over again, a silent wish. Then he feels it, a faint rhythm pushing back.

“Hang on vod’ika,” Fives whispers as he gently brushes more strands of the blood-caked hair away from his face. “Hang on for me.” He debates whether he should move Tup himself, but with the amount of bodily damage, there’s no good way to pick him up without injuring him further. Fives curses to himself. “Call the corries,” He orders through comms. His voice is steady, but conceals a bitterness.

Echo is startled out of his roaming thoughts and pushes himself off the alley wall he was leaning against, “What did you find?”

“I said call the corries!” Fives yells, his voice now demanding as anger and worry seeps through. “And get a medic!”

Echo is taken aback by Fives’ aggressive tone and jogs over to the dumpster to see what he found. If they need the Corrie Guard and a medic, it can’t be good. He jumps up the side of the dumpster and leans over to see Fives kneeling next to a bloody body, a clone trooper’s body. Echo’s face contorts beneath his helmet and he wants to gag, not just at the smell, but also at the morbid sight of bones sticking out of the beaten trooper’s lifeless body.

He stares for a moment longer when the realization washes over him like the raging waves of Kamino. The distress beacon, the alley, the dumpster, the bloody clone. It’s Tup. There’s no denying it, those lengthy curls, the tattoo under his eye. It’s him. Echo’s blood boils and he lets go of the side of the dumpster, landing back on the ground with a soft thud. He calls it in, his normally stoic voice steeped in fear and anger. Fear for his brother’s life and anger at the perpetrator.

After the call is made, Echo makes a second terrifying realization. He looks farther down the alley, scanning it for another life. A second cold wave washes over him. You’re not here. You’re not in the dumpster. You’re not in the alley. You’re nowhere to be found. The thought that you did this to Tup flashes across his mind, but dissipates just as quickly. There’s no way you could do this type of damage to a clone trooper. No, it must have been someone else.

The Coruscant Guard, led by Fox, finally arrive on scene. Flashes of red and blue illuminate the area and the alley is marked off with yellow crime scene tape. Late night bystanders stare in curiosity at the commotion, crowding the corrie guards as they try to keep the public out of the way. Echo gives Fox a rundown of the situation and mentions that you were out with Tup and are now missing. Fox records the information and places a reassuring hand on Echo’s shoulder.

“We’ll find who did this to your brother, and locate the missing girl,” Fox promises.

Echo worries his lip and takes his helmet off, tucking it neatly under his arm. “With all due respect, sir,” Echo begins, pausing for a moment to decide whether he’d like his next words to be a question or a statement, "we’d rather take this one.” He knows they have no jurisdiction on Coruscant and no business taking on local crime, but this is different. This is one of their own. This is their brother. He has to try. He has to find a way for them to be involved, to get revenge.

Fox pauses at the bold statement, his expression hidden behind his helmet. He studies the ARC trooper in front of him, a level of burning passion and rage alight behind his eyes. He can already tell there’s no stopping this clone, or his brothers. Even if he orders them to stay out of it, they’ll never obey, and that will just create more paperwork for him. Fox sighs, hoping he doesn’t regret his decision. He points to his men. “The boys will give you what you need.”

Echo nods his thanks and Fox nods back before returning to his men to explain the new situation. Echo grits his teeth and clenches his bicep around his bucket. He’s angry. No. He’s furious. His brother is lying in a pool of his own blood, straining for air, and walking a thin line between life and death. His only thoughts now are retribution. Whoever did this is going to pay in blood. He takes a deep breath to calm himself and walks back to the alley to check on Fives.

Extricating Tup from the dumpster is no small feat, not with the amount of damage done to his body. The corrie guard had to bring in special tools to take apart the side of the dumpster piece by piece. Fives stays inside the dumpster with Tup and shields him from the sparks as they cut the bolts loose. Once the side of the dumpster is removed, medics work delicately to lift Tup out of the garbage and onto a stretcher. Fives does his best to help, but the medics push him away.

Echo watches the medics work and approaches the hole in the dumpster once Tup is safely removed. He peers inside and sees Fives still kneeling in the garbage, his armor covered in blood. Covered in Tup’s blood. He watches as Fives picks up the flashing comm link that was hidden beneath Tup’s body. He grips it in his hand and chucks it past Echo while yelling in frustration. He pulls his bucket off his head, leaving blood stains behind from his soaked gloves.

“How did this happen?” Fives asks, his voice angry and quivering.

Echo drops his gaze and kicks the ground. He has the same question with the same nonexistent answer. He lifts his gaze back up to meet Fives and offers a hand to help him out of the dumpster. Fives takes a deep breath and grabs his brother’s hand to pull himself up. They both sigh and lean against the wall of the alley, neither knowing what to say. Their silence is broken when Fox comes back around to grab their statements and to let them know he contacted Rex.

It didn’t take long for the rest of the squad to show up. Some in their civvies, some in their armor, and some in gym clothes, but all with worried looks plastered onto their faces. Echo and Fives maneuver out of the alley to greet them, waving back to Fox in thanks for his help. Their brother’s eyes plead for answers, for explanations, for anything that will tell them what’s going on. They see the blood stains on Fives’ armor and murmurs erupt between the clones.

“Maker!” Captain Rex exclaims when he sees Fives. “What happened to you?”

Fives chews on his lip, unsure of what to say when he realizes Fox didn’t tell them what happened. “It’s...” he pauses, the thought forming into a painful crushing weight on his chest. “It’s not mine.”

“Then who’s is it?!” Rex questions vehemently while looking around and doing a mental headcount of his men, desperately trying to figure out which one of them is missing from the ranks.

Fives casts his gaze to the side, unwilling to meet his captain’s anxious and questioning eyes. He doesn’t want to say it. He doesn’t want to keep saying it. The amount of times he’s already had to recount what he’s seen is one too many. The words are like poison, slowly peeling away at the layers of his tongue, making it raw with emotion. He doesn’t want to think about it anymore. It makes him sick. The words, the smell, and the image twists his gut in discomfort.

“It’s Tup’s,” Echo answers when he notices the distant look in Fives’ eyes. The words are like sharp needles pricking his lips as they exit, leaving a bitter and bloody aftertaste.

Shock sweeps over the group of clones like billowing smoke, stinging their eyes and stealing their breaths. Their respective nights had been interrupted by an emergency comm from Rex notifying them that one of their brother’s was the victim of a crime. Dinners had been left cold, warm beds had been abandoned, and activities had been ditched at a moment's notice. They thought they were prepared for whatever this crime was, but they were wrong, very wrong.

“Hey!” Kix hollers after scanning the area to locate Tup. “That’s my trooper!” He runs over to where the medics are attempting to stabilize Tup for transport and demands a debrief from the lead medic.

The two medics argue back and forth about Tup’s condition and who has jurisdiction. Kix gets in the lead medic’s face, pointing a finger at his chest, and yelling expletives. No one gets in Kix’s way or tries to stop him, because they all feel the same way, the same fear and anger. Fox overhears the heated discussion and intervenes between the two clones before a fight breaks out. He sees the same fire in Kix’s eyes as the ARC trooper and lets him take the lead of the medics on scene.

Fives watches the ordeal and rubs his hand across his chin, pulling at his bottom lip in exasperation, while absent-mindedly leaving a trail of blood across his chin and goatee. Echo notices the striking smear and cringes at his brother’s appearance. He steps in front of Fives and brings his hand up to his twin’s face to wipe it away. Fives leans his head back in resistance to the odd gesture, but the glint in Echo’s eyes convinces him to trust what he’s doing.

“You should change into something else,” Echo mentions as he works to wipe the blood off.

Fives looks down at his armor and a small alarm sets off in the back of his brain. He drops his bucket and looks at his hands, pressing his fingers together while watching the blood ooze from his soaked gloves. He was so wrapped up in helping Tup, he didn’t even notice just how much of his blood was on him, staining him with a constant reminder of his brother’s mutilated body. He rips his gloves off and starts yanking his armor off, stripping like a madman in the street.

He needs it off. All of it. He doesn’t want to see it anymore. He doesn’t want to remember the disgusting images in his head. He’s seen blood before, lots of blood, but not this blood. This blood is different. This isn’t the blood of the faceless enemy, this is the blood of his brother. He claws at his blacks, desperately trying to remove them from his body in a frenzy. Through his hysterical haze, he feels Echo place two firm hands on either of his shoulders and he stops.

Fives looks into Echo’s eyes as Echo breathes in through his nose and out through his mouth. He copies Echo’s breathing, slowly bringing his panicked breath in sync with his brother’s calm breath. Once he settles in the new rhythm, Echo closes his eyes and leans his forehead against Fives’, silently reminding him that he’s not alone and that Tup is still alive and fighting. Fives closes his eyes and lets his mind go blank, mentally preparing himself for what comes next.

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

Oooooo baby. I was excited for this one!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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