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the-bad-batch-baroness · 3 months

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Suckers

Fives & Echo

Summary: Hilarity ensues when Fives spots a lollipop in the shape of a clone.

Pairing: None

Characters: Fives, Echo, Rex, Fox

Tags & Warnings: humor, crude humor, sexual humor, sexual innuendos, art comic at the end

Word Count: 337

Author's Note: I blame cursed clone wars merchandise on eBay, late-night Discord chats, and @kimiheartblade for this abomination 😂 It's pretty much just dialogue. I don't even know if I want to call this a fic, considering how thrown together it is. But sometimes you just have to write funny stuff. As always, please enjoy 💚

"Hey, Echo, look at this!" Fives yells. He grabs Echo's arm and pulls him towards the candy storefront.

"What?" Echo huffs, then yanks his arm back.

"It's us!" Fives exclaims.

Echo raises an eyebrow. "Huh?"

"They made us into suckers!" Fives smiles. He points to the clone-shaped lollipops nestled in a stand next to the candy store window.

"And you're excited about that, why?" Echo asks.

"We're famous!" Fives grins.

"Right," Echo rolls his eyes, "because minors and middle-aged single women sucking on us is peak fame."

"Aw, come on, Echo," Fives says. "It's a novelty!"

Echo crosses his arms. "It's disgusting."

"I'm gonna buy one," Fives says, then walks towards the door.

"Wait!" Echo yells, trying to stop him, but he can't.

Fives buys the lollipop and returns to Echo, who is waiting for him outside the shop.

Echo sighs. "Happy now?"

Fives smiles and then shoves the lollipop in Echo's face. "Here, have a lick."

Echo cringes away. "Ew, no way!"

"It's just a lollipop," Fives says.

"I don't care," Echo huffs.

"But don't you want to know what flavor they made you?" Fives asks.

"No!" Echo says. "I don't have a flavor."

"But it looks like you," Fives says.

"I'm not sucking on something that looks like me," Echo says.

"Then it looks like me," Fives says.

"I'm not sucking on something that looks like you either!" Echo exclaims.

"It's kriffing sugar!" Fives retorts.

Rex taps his foot against the pavement, his arms crossed, while staring at his two arc troopers who are currently sitting handcuffed on the edge of the curb.

"Does someone want to tell me why the Coruscant Guard got called out here?" Rex asks.

Fives and Echo look away from each other in embarrassment.

Fox clears his throat. "Several passersby complained of two men in an altercation with one of them repeatedly yelling, 'suck on it'."

Rex takes a deep breath and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"We can expl–"

"Don't," Rex interjects with a wave of his hand. "I don't want to know."

Comic by @chiliger

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tending-the-hearth · 1 year

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thinking about rex and cody and their emotional support twins that they accidentally adopted and now share custody of and would die for

#i need more fics discussing their relationship #because rex and cody were THERE #they saw echo and fives lose their batch #so give me content about them 😤😤😤#do not tag as clone/cest #captain rex #commander cody #arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #star wars #the clone wars #the bad batch

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aerknight · 10 months

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fish hugs are good for the soul :') @naffeclipse (your fics are also good for the soul)

#fnaf #daycare attendant #five nights at freddy's #sundrop #moondrop #mer!sun #mer!moon #they are baby #song fish amid the stars #how DOES ART #mer au #fanart #i still need to comment on the actual fic...#my art

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guzhufuren · 7 months

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VegasPete + quotes from Five-Star Southpaw (pt. 1/2) (mafia Vegas, croupier Pete fic)

#kinnporsche #vegaspete #five star southpaw #fics #fic recs #kpedit #mygifs #mine #userboots #userspicy #ondreamytracks #dailyvegaspete #kinnporschesource

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clonesuperiority · 1 month

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I'm using my recent TBB osession to draw my clone ocs for the first time in forever again (Since I haven't named them yet: These are Kick, Boxer and Isle - finally cleaned up)

I have been reading some clone x reader fanfics (share some with me pls I love them gsjvkfgsf) and lets say ... I have been noticing a pattern in regard of the ... bathrooms in Clone Bar 79 ...

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mandos-mind-trick · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 21 - Tentacles

Summary: There’s a place along the coastline not far from town that’s steeped in legend. It’s not a place you can find if you’re looking for it. No, it’s said this place finds you if you’re in need of it. A place for lonely women and men walking the shoreline. A place for the brave, and the curious.

Pairing: Fives x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, monster AU, sea monster!Fives, tentacles, tentacle sex, bondage, choking (not really like choking but things get wrapped around necks)

A/N: Another one of my favorites in the series. Very proud of this one.

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Your feet sink into the wet sand as you slowly walk along the shore. Every so often a wave rises higher than the rest, washing over your feet as you go. Your heart is thudding in your chest, chills of both nerves and excitement running down your spine. The beach is empty despite the warm weather, as this beach usually is. You’ve traveled past it time and time again but you’ve never given it much of a second glance. It’s always just been another stretch of the coastline.

It’s far more than that, or so you’ve heard.

You’ve been walking for 30 minutes since you found the small, overgrown trail down to the sand. The rocks ahead are getting closer, your stomach churning with emotions. You’ve felt a longing to visit since you first overheard the story, a desire to see if it’s really true.

You reach the headland at the end of the beach, climbing up onto the rocks. You scan the cliffside, noticing a small opening between two rocks. It would have been easy to miss if you hadn’t caught it at just the right angle. You swallow your nerves, climbing over the rocks carefully until you’re standing in front of the opening. It’s a tunnel cut through the headland, the rock walls fading into darkness. You gulp nervously, glancing behind you before you step into the tunnel.

You use the wall to guide you as you slip into the darkness, the ground flat and even. Water drips around you, startling you as it occasionally drips on your head and shoulders. You walk for maybe two minutes before you see light, and the end of the tunnel. You blink against the sun as you step into the small cove. The sand is warm under your toes, the water bright blue, waves crashing against the rocks that line the shore. You approach the rocks slowly, your eyes adjusting to the bright sun.

It’s then you notice the figure lounging on the rocks.

You slow your approach as you take him in. He’s easy to miss from a distance, blending in with the water. His skin is a deep blue color with lighter blue spots dotting his skin. He has no hair that you can see, but the most shocking part is how his lower half tapers off into long tentacles, not unlike a squid or an octopus.

You pause as you reach the rocks, still staring at him, transfixed. He hasn’t acknowledged you at all, seemingly unaware of your presence.

“Have a seat.” He says, his voice deeper than expected. He lifts an arm, motioning at the rocks next to him. It makes you jump, not expecting him to even know you were there.

You glance back at the entrance of the tunnel. You can’t see it from this angle, the hole in the rocks invisible, almost as if it’s closed up again. You turn back to look at the man...creature...jumping as you find him suddenly staring at you. Your lips part in a gasp as you take in his face. His eyes are completely black, deep and inky and shining in the light. There’s more spots on his face, not unlike freckles. On his right temple they form a strange shape, almost like the number five.

“Scared?” He asks, tilting his head at you.

You are a bit afraid. You’re not sure what you had been expecting. None of the stories had ever mentioned what they found on the beach. None of them mentioned wha, or who, was waiting for them. You have no reason to fear, despite the sharp teeth that are revealed as he grins at you. Obviously those that had found this place returned safely, otherwise there wouldn’t be stories.

You climb onto the rocks, maneuvering yourself carefully to the spot he had motioned to. You lean against a large rock overlooking a tide pool. Fish and other creatures swim around inside, the pool teeming with life.

“You’re a curious thing.” He says, those inky eyes almost staring through you. A shiver runs down your spine and you shift on the rock. “The question is,” He leans closer to you. “Just how curious. You’ve heard the stories.”

“Yes.” You nod. “Some of them. They’re never...very detailed.”

He grins, flashing his sharp teeth. “For a reason. If everyone knew what transpired in this cove, I’d have a line down the beach.” He shifts his body, his tentacles sliding across the rocks. You can’t look away as they writhe and shift, seeming to have a life of their own. “Thus, only those who need to find me, can.”

His hand rises, reaching across the space between you to cup your face. His skin is strangely slick and rubbery and cold to the touch. You don’t move, staying still as he strokes his fingers across your cheek.

“You are very lonely.” He says, his tone soft. “I sense a great...frustration within you.” His hand slides down your face to your neck, trailing over the skin before it comes to rest on your chest where your heart is threatening to pound right out of your skin. “I can help you with that.”

“You can...do that?” You ask.

He moves with surprising speed, suddenly sitting up in front of you. You stare up at him in shock, his hand trailing back up to cup your jaw. His thumb presses against your lips, tugging on the lower one. “Sweetheart...it’s what I do.”

He leans in closer, crowding your body against the rock. His tentacles slide against your bare legs as he leans his face close to yours, cool breath fanning against your skin.

“All you have to do is say yes.” He says quietly, a shiver running down your spine.

You stare up into his eyes before nodding. “Yes.”

He closes the distance between you, his lips pressing against yours. He tastes briney and slightly fishy, your mind filling with thoughts of the sea. You let him press you back against the rock, his body caging you in.

Something begins sliding up your legs, curling around your thighs as they slip under your dress. It’s his tentacles, you realize, a gasp being pulled from your lips as one slides higher, brushing against your unclothed pussy as it continues to wrap around your thigh.

“Don’t be afraid.” He says, pecking your lips. “I promise it’s worth it.

His hands grip your hips, bunching your dress up around your waist. He makes quick work of it, stripping it off and tossing it into the sand. You’re bare before him, his eyes raking your form.

“Beautiful.” He says, pressing against your body again.

You gasp as a tentacle slides up your stomach, slick and rubbery on your skin just like his hands. Two more tentacles wrap around your wrists, pinning your arms against the rock. The tentacle on your stomach slides higher, slipping between your breasts.

“They call me Fives.” He says, bracing his hands on the rock behind you. “Because of my birthmark.”

You tell him your name, gasping as his tentacles lift you off your feet, spreading your legs open as far as they can. You’re entirely suspended by his tentacles, a shiver running down your spine at the knowledge of just how strong he is.

“Beautiful name, fitting for a beautiful woman.” He says, leaning in and pecking your lips. “Relax for me.” He soothes you, the tentacle moving up your chest sliding around the back of your neck. It lifts up, brushing your lips before wrapping around your throat. It’s not constricting, but it applies enough pressure to remind you it’s there.

You gasp again as something slides along your pussy, slick and firm. It applies pressure against your clit, sliding back and forth. Your body jerks, tugging against the tentacles restraining you but they hold you firm. You’ve never felt anything like it, even your toys paling in comparison to the slick, rubbery feel of his tentacle. It writhes against the sensitive bud, dragging through your slick folds. Your eyes roll back, back arching off the rock as you’re thrown into your first orgasm. Your hips jerk against the tentacle, moans and mewls leaving your lips.

Fives watches you cum, your body sensitive from being neglected for too long. He uses your distraction to probe your entrance with his tentacle, your juices combined with the slick consistency allowing it to slip into you easily.

You let out a moan as his tentacle presses into you, its tapering spreading you further and further open as it reaches deeper and deeper inside you. It's unlike anything you've ever felt, especially when it begins wiggling inside of you.

You let out a surprised sound as it begins wiggling and writhing, it's tip dragging along your walls. You squirm at the strange sensation, pussy clenching around his tentacle.

"That's it." He groans, pressing even deeper into you. "You can take it."

You wonder if it's pleasurable for him too, his eyes locked on your pussy where his tentacle is stretching you open.

The one around your throat tightens just slightly as your back arches, the tentacle inside you brushing that spot deep inside. It begins thrusting in and out of you, writhing and twisting as it fucks you. The lewd squelch of it moving in and out of your wet pussy is loud, almost as loud as the moans leaving your lips.

You’ve never felt such pleasure before, the almost alien sensation almost too much. You’re not sure you’ll ever find anything that compares to this, but perhaps that is the curse of finding such a place. You wonder how many others have found themselves in this position, how many others that share the stories were recipients of his skilled ministrations.

You writhe against the rock, against his hold on you as he fucks you deeply, the tentacle curling inside you and pressing against every spot in your passage. You cum with a cry, legs shaking as you gush around the tentacle. He works you through your orgasm before easing the tentacle out of your pussy, withdrawing the ones from your legs and lowering you back to your feet. Your legs are trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm, his tentacles slowly releasing your body. The one around your throat moves last, unraveling itself before sliding its way back down your stomach, before disappearing from your skin.

You stare up at him, breathing heavily. His gaze is almost fond as he watches you, a blue tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“Thank you.” You say, feeling more satisfied than you ever have before.

“No, thank you.” He says, smoothing a hand over your cheek. “Whenever you find yourself in need, you know where to look.”

You pull your dress on as he slips back into the water, legs still shaking a bit as you traverse back up the beach to the tunnel. Your skin is tingling, the sensation of his tentacles around you still very much present in your mind. You’ll likely never forget it.

You already want to turn around and go back, let him fuck you until you can’t walk, until you’re used up and dry like the starfish left behind by the tide. He’s already gone, though, already slipped back into the sea.

For just a moment you question if it was real, or perhaps some strange dream. The tunnel is invisible as you turn to look once you’ve reached the other side, almost like it was never there.

The slickness of your skin and the ache in your pussy tells you otherwise.

You understand now, why no one shares what awaits on the other side of the beach. You certainly won’t be speaking about the strange sea monster that will bring you to pleasure you’ve never felt with his tentacles. Though, perhaps, if you see the right person, you may hint at the secret waiting in the cove if they’re brave enough.

You certainly will be returning to it.

Returning to him.

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#star wars #star wars fic #the clone wars #the clone wars fic #arc trooper fives x reader #fives x reader #x reader #clone thirsting #kinktober 2023

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vodika-vibes · 20 days

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True Love

Summary: Fives is a man on a mission. His mission? Remind his riduur that she’s the only one for him.

Pairing: ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader

Word Count: 828

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: So, full disclosure, this was supposed to be the event request for @l0nesome-dreams but I only read the first part of the request and went, yes, ideas, and only realized I went off the rails when I finished writing it, lol. SO. That will be properly written at a later point in time. So, uh, have a random Fives story?

The worst part of having a secret wife, is the fact that he can’t be as blunt to the people flirting with him as he’d prefer. The second worst thing is the fact that his brothers think that he’s lonely and needs help getting dates.

That leads him to this situation. Where an, admittedly pretty, woman is leaning into his personal space, and his mind is racing for what to say that won’t be too insulting, but also won’t out the fact that he’s a happily married man.

She leans further into his personal space, and Fives takes a half step back, keeping some distance between them. He glances at his chrono and his heart sinks. He’s late.

His poor riduur is probably wondering where he is.

The woman leans closer to him, and Fives moves quickly to keep her from touching him, “Aww…you’re shy.”

“Look, I’m flattered, but I’m really not interested.” He says.

“Your brothers said that you would say that.” She smiles at him, it’s a pretty smile, but Fives really isn’t interested in her. “I can go as slow as you like.”

“Again,” Fives says slowly, “I’m flattered, but not interested.” He glances at the chrono one more time, maybe, if he’s quick, he can stop at the bakery that his riduur likes so much and get her a lemon bar.

The woman huffs, “Do you have somewhere to be?”

Fives grabs the chance with both hands, “Yes. Actually. And I’m late. If you’ll excuse me.” He almost makes it to the entrance of the Club before Rex flings his arm over his shoulder, “Son of a kriffing-”

“Where are you going, Fives?” Rex asks.

“Cap, Rex, I’m late. I have to go.”

“Oh? Have a hot date?”

Fives doesn’t answer, and he averts his gaze from his brothers, it’s a damned shame he isn’t a better liar, “I just have to pick something up before the store closes.”

“We went through all of this trouble to help you find a date, vod-”

“I’m not interested.” Fives blurts, “Not in her. Not in anyone you’ll ever pick for me. Rex, I have to go. I’m late.”

Rex presses his hand against Fives’ chest plate, “Late for what?”

Fives flounders, and then he sighs, “I was supposed to meet my wife half an hour ago, and if I leave now I can bring her a lemon bar from her favorite bakery to make up for being late. Can I go?”

“You’re married!?��

“REX!”

“Yes! Go.”

Fives pushes past his brother and out of the club.

He’s lucky, the bakery is still open when he arrives, and he’s able to get a whole box of the lemon bars his riduur prefers, before he runs home. He takes the stairs two at a time and impatiently keys in the door code before he stops in the front hallway.

Home smells like her. Like vanilla and flowers and everything good and nice in the galaxy that he never thought that he’d have. Home also smells like stew and fresh baked bread.

Fives quickly pulls his armor off, with one hand, and he heads into the kitchen. His riduur, his perfect beautiful Riduur, is still making dinner.

Thank the Force.

“I’m home,”

She turns and a bright smile crosses her face when she sees him, “Fives, welcome home.” She lays her spoon over the pot and turns to greet him with a hug, “You stopped at the bakery?”

“I know that I’m late-” Fives replies as he sets the box on the table, “So I stopped and got your favorite dessert.”

She giggles and presses a hand to her mouth, “I got a late start too, honestly. I’m sorry dinner isn’t ready.”

“Don’t be. I don’t mind.” He settles his hands on her hips and leans in to lightly press his forehead against hers, “Rex and the others dragged me to 79s.” He admits, “They think, thought, that I was lonely.”

“Oh?”

“They set me up on a blind date,” Fives adds.

A glimmer of uncertainty crosses her face, “Was she pretty?”

“I suppose. I wasn’t paying attention.” He brings one hand up to brush her cheek, “I was thinking about you.”

She ducks her head, a blush crossing her face, “You’re a sap.”

“True.” Fives kisses her gently, “I had to tell Rex about you before he’d let me leave.”

“Oh, Fives-”

“It’s okay. I doubt I’ll get into much trouble.” He kisses her one more time, “Don’t you worry about it. You won’t get into trouble, I promise.”

“I’m worried about you.”

“I know. Don’t worry, Rex is reasonable.” He kisses her again and again, “Now, how much still needs to be done for dinner, and how can I help?”

“Um…a lot. How about you go shower and change, and you can help after?”

“Deal.” He catches her lips in one more kiss, “Love you, riduur.”

She sighs, a dreamlike smile on her face, “Love you more.”

#star wars #tcw #arc trooper fives x reader #fives x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic

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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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Fives + Overcharge

Fives x gn!reader (no use of 'y/n' and no pronouns). Romantic.

Word Count: 2,700

Warnings: self-doubt, mentions of lack of payment for clone troopers, ridiculous fluff, mild extortion

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“Ooh, there he is!” your coworker Lanji whispered as she walked past you. She did a little shimmy, turning her movements into a dance as her head-tails swayed. The pretty Twi’lek was a favorite in the GAR’s mess hall, and more than a few troopers paused to watch her graceful actions.

You didn’t have to ask who Lanji was talking about - the trooper came into the mess for almost every meal when the 501st was on Coruscant. Of course, he didn’t have much of a choice. The GAR provided this food. Troopers were welcome to take their meals elsewhere, but they were responsible for covering the cost. That was tricky for beings who weren’t getting paid.

So you saw a few hundred similar faces every day working in the GAR’s Coruscant mess hall. It was a simple job and you liked it. Maybe it was a little silly, but you liked knowing that you were helping the Republic, even in something as basic as making sure the troopers were fed. Besides, your job gave you a different perspective on the army fighting against the Separatist droids.

It didn’t hurt that some of the troopers took the rare opportunity to interact with a civilian and used it to flirt. One of the most frequent offenders was a trooper named Fives.

Fives was a born flirt, and he was good at it. He had a line for every job you could possibly do around the mess hall, everything from compliments to more… suggestive options. He was handsome, too. All of the troopers were, but there was something about the way his humor shone across his face and intelligence burned in his eyes. And he was loyal, if you were to judge from conversations you had half-overheard between him and his brothers.

But you kept yourself from melting too obviously around him. Someone like Fives flirted as a habit, not as a way to start a relationship.

“There’s my favorite GAR employee!” the man himself crowed, breaking you out of your internal reminder not to overthink this.

“What gives, vod?” the trooper beside him asked, laughing despite the false outrage on his tattooed face. “So much for having my back.”

“You’re not an employee, Jesse,” Fives explained patiently. “Employees get paid, remember? Employees get credits. We just get paid in gratitude.”

Jesse nodded understandingly while you choked on air. You hadn’t been expecting Fives to do an impression of Chancellor’s Palpatine’s quavery voice, much less for that impression to be remarkably accurate. “Is- Uh, is this everything?”

“Yep,” Fives told you, leaning against the hip-height counter between you. He glanced you up and down in a leisurely study. “Unless you want to throw your comm frequency in. Or maybe a little more than that… Don’t you have a break coming up, sweetheart?”

He flirts with everyone, you reminded yourself sternly. Don’t take it seriously or you’ll look like an idiot.

“Nope, sorry,” you told him with a cheerful smile. “Just finished a break, actually. I don’t have another on this shift.”

A sly glint entered Fives’ eyes. “That’s okay, maybe we could do something more time-consuming. When are you done tonight?”

Your breath caught in your throat. This was more than simple flirtation, right? This was an actual invitation. Wasn’t it? Or were you misreading the situation again? He flirts with everyone…

“Fives, stop harassing people,” a stern voice cut in. When you glanced over, you spotted the tired face of Captain Rex. The captain lifted the loaded tray in his hands. “I have work I need to get back to.”

“Okay, Captain,” Fives agreed cheerily and you felt a little flat. If it had been an invitation, he didn’t seem too concerned with the interruption from his Captain.

You finished recording all of the items on Fives’ tray and offered him a smile. “You’re good to go.”

Fives picked up his tray but paused, leaning in to inspect the screen displaying the list of everything he had taken. With a comical look of suspicion, he glanced over at you, brown eyes dancing. “That looks a little steep. Are you sure you aren’t overcharging me?”

This was more familiar ground, and you found yourself relaxing. It was the line Fives used every time he interacted with you at the checkout area. You faithfully delivered your lines from the little script the two of you had subconsciously developed, offering the response you always did: “You don’t pay for any of this, the GAR does.”

“Just trying to be responsible with the Republic’s credits,” Fives told you. As always, the answer was given with a winning smile.

Unlike every other time, his playful manner was undercut by a loud groan from the line that was forming behind Fives and Jesse. “C’mon, vod, some of us want to eat today.”

Jesse shifted his weight nervously. “Fives, maybe we should-”

“I know, I know,” Fives grumbled. He glanced back at you, reluctance written across his handsome face. “Hope I’ll see you soon, sweetheart.”

And then he was gone, leaving you to work your way through the long line that had formed. The dinner rush kept you so busy that you didn’t have time to be flustered about your most recent encounter with the 501st’s famous flirt.

When everyone was through the line with only a few grumbled complaints aimed your way, Lanji came back to your register. She made as if to jump up and sit on the rail that lined the checkout lane, but you gave her a warning look. Your manager was never happy when people sat on the rail and you had ended up scrubbing it for an hour last time. Lanji stopped herself, leaning against the rail instead.

“So?” she pressed, the delicate pink of her closer head tail curling as if to implore you for information. “What did he say?”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about,” you told Lanji stubbornly, pretending to dust your workstation.

“Fives, obviously!” she replied, far too loud for comfort.

You hurried to shush her, but no one had taken any notice. The noise of the troopers in the mess hall was louder than anything less than a shout. “He asked me when I’m done tonight.”

Lanji squealed, and that was loud enough to attract some attention from the dining room. You shushed her again, but she paid no attention. “And? Where are you going? Do you have time to change? I have some clothes you can borrow. Not that you don’t look fine in that, but you’ll want to dress up for a date-

“We’re not going on a date, Lanji.”

Her rose-colored face scrunched in confusion and disappointment. “What? Why not?”

“Because he didn’t mean it,” you reminded her, trying to take your own explanation to heart. “Fives flirts with everyone.”

“He doesn’t flirt with me,” she countered. Despite yourself, you had to admit that it was a good point. Everyone flirted with Lanji. She wasn’t done, however: “And I’ve asked around. He doesn’t flirt with anyone else here. Just you.”

There didn’t seem to be an answer to that. Lanji, to her credit, didn’t rub your speechlessness in your face. Instead, she just gave you a victorious smile and strutted away.

You were working the evening shift that night, and with the dinner rush past, you didn’t have much to do but think and mindlessly clean until it was time to close the mess hall for the night. One by one, your fellow mess hall workers left for the night. You were the lucky one who got to stay, finish the tasks that needed attention, then program the droids to do the overnight cleaning.

By the time you had completed your work, it was almost ten and you were more than ready to leave. It had been a long day, but it was finally your day off.

Which made it all the worse when you stepped through the GAR’s front entrance and realized you had left your ID badge inside.

“No… No, no!” you chanted, frantically patting at every pocket you had as if that would make the slim card materialize once more. It didn’t work and there was still no sign of the badge. When you paused to take a breath, you could picture it resting neatly next to the recorder screen of your workstation.

It was the perfect storm of consequences: you couldn’t get back into the building without the ID. If you left it there, the cleaning droids would read it as garbage and dispose of it since no lost items were meant to be kept at the checkout counter. The GAR charged over two hours of pay to get a new badge, and those were credits you didn’t want to part with.

And yet, you had no real options. All of your coworkers were already gone and you had no ability to program the droids to leave the card where it was. By the time anyone arrived to help, your ID would be long gone.

When you let out a singularly self-pitying groan, you heard footsteps and the sound of your name in a familiar voice. “Are you okay? What happened?”

It would be Fives, honestly. You forced a smile, though it felt more like a grimace. “I left my ID card inside. The cleaning droids will throw it away. And I can’t get inside without my ID card.”

Fives’ brow furrowed, but you shrugged before he could say anything sympathetic. “My own fault. I know better. This is gonna hang over my head all day tomorrow…”

“I’ll get it for you,” he offered.

You stared at him, unable to fight the surge of hope behind your ribs. The feeling deflated only a moment later when you realized the flaw in that idea: “The cleaning droids lock down the mess hall. You won’t be able to get in.”

Fives winked at you. “Let me worry about that.”

And then he was gone, slipping in through the heavily guarded main door. You took a moment to be jealous of him - the troopers all had access to the building literally encoded into their bodies. That had some horrifying implications, but it meant that they didn’t have to worry about ID cards or the potential of losing them.

You waited nervously outside of the GAR building for a long time… Far too long, actually. Even accounting for your own racing thoughts, you stood there long enough for Fives to have reached the mess hall and come back a handful of times.

As you stood staring fruitlessly at the entrance where Fives had disappeared, you tucked your hands into your pockets and wished you had thought to bring a thicker jacket. It wasn’t necessarily freezing outside - the nature of Coruscant’s climate control tech meant it couldn’t be dangerously cold - but that didn’t stop the shivers.

Fives had clearly been caught by someone or something. Was he in trouble? Worse yet, what could you really do about it? You couldn’t get into the building. That had been the problem in the first place.

You were muttering curses under your breath and kicking at random debris on the duracrete sidewalk when the sound of the door opening behind you made you whip around. Fives reached to steady you - unnecessary, but the warmth of his hands was welcome.

“Oh, you’re okay!” you told him, sounding breathless even to your own ears.

Fives furrowed his brows. “Yes? Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You took so long…” you explained, feeling sheepish. When you pulled your eyes from his face, you noticed that his hands were still on your shoulders and you shrugged them off.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Fives said. For a moment, you thought he was apologizing for his grip on you, but realized that he wasn’t nearly as preoccupied with it as you had been. Embarrassing. “I ran into one of my brothers, and he wanted to come along.”

“Did you get it?” you asked, sparing only a glance for the other trooper who stepped out of the building behind Fives.

“Yeah!” He sounded victorious. “Took Kix and I a little time to get around the droid lockdown, but we figured it out.”

After a moment of fishing in his pocket, Fives held up the small square of your ID and the tension disappeared from you. “Thank you so much, Fives! I don’t know what I would have-”

But Fives pulled the ID away as you reached for it, holding it out of reach. “Ah, ah. I think I deserve some kind of payment for such a good deed.”

Much as you hated to admit it - because it was a fair request, all things considered - your opinion of Fives dropped slightly at that. You sighed. “I have a few credits I can give you, but I can’t spare a lot.”

“I don’t want your money,” Fives told you, sounding insulted. “I want something cheaper but much more valuable for my payment. Just one little kiss.”

“A kiss?” you repeated blankly. Your heart was suddenly pounding, and you only hoped that he couldn’t see it in your throat. At the risk of sounding too eager, you filled your tone with suspicion. “A kiss where?”

“Wherever you like,” he replied, his eyes filling with something you didn’t fully recognize as he added, “Though I have a few preferences.”

You considered it, glancing at the other trooper to give yourself some time. Kix, you were pretty sure Fives had said. It was hard to tell for sure - Fives seemed to be the only trooper who had chosen to tattoo himself with a permanent label. “Aren’t you supposed to talk him out of stuff like this?”

Fives made an offended sound while Kix scoffed. “No one can talk Fives out of anything. Especially when he’s this determined.”

That made you smile, and you beckoned Fives closer. With a grip on his chin - in case he decided to do something cute that would probably make you fall in love with him - you held his face still so you could kiss him on the cheek. Admittedly, it did land a little closer to the corner of his mouth than you meant it to, but nothing that looked too suspicious.

When you pulled away, Fives looked a little dazed. He handed you the ID badge without further comment. You had tucked it safely away before he spoke again: “Your hands are cold. Let me take you for a cup of caf.”

“Fives, you don’t want that,” you said softly, hating the disappointment laying thick in your voice. “It’s fine to flirt with people and not follow it up with anything else. It’s okay - you don’t need to pretend you want something more. You’re just a flirty guy.”

Kix made a strangled noise before he gave in and laughed. Fives sent a betrayed look his way and he shrugged. “Sorry, vod, but that’s pretty accurate. You do like hitting on people.”

Your stomach sank at the confirmation of your suspicions. “Like I said…”

“Wait,” Fives pled. Despite your instincts, you turned to face him again. “I like you. I have for a while. The only reason I didn’t ask you out before was that… well, I didn’t think you would say yes. I thought flirting would be good enough. But it’s not. I want to go out. I want to talk. I- I want to know more about you and tell you more about me. So? What do you think?”

“You were really flirting with me?” you asked, feeling a little stunned.

“Yes,” Fives confirmed with a miniscule nod. “I wouldn’t have kept flirting if I wasn’t interested.”

Kix snorted and Fives glared back at him for a moment. “Okay, I might have kept flirting. But I wouldn’t have stopped flirting with everyone else.”

“Then I guess there’s only one problem,” you concluded.

“What?” Fives asked, looking distinctly nervous.

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You raised a single brow and crossed your arms. “A kiss for my ID? Are you overcharging me?”

Fives beamed at your joke. “Sweetheart, compared to what I wanted to ask you for, that was the deal of the millennium.”

Author's Note - I'll admit, I struggle with Fives' characterization, but I love him and I'm pretty happy with how this turned out!

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