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(hi thank you for being understanding about my question and being cool with doing this!) can I ask for headcanons for somethin like movie night with the 501st? Gender neutral reader is fine

Of course babes. 🩷 We can do movie night any night with the 501st!

Warnings and Information: There’s nothing to do in the barracks tonight, and it’s been a long time since anyone’s seen a good movie. So, throw in like fifteen packets of popcorn in the microwave (one at a time, Hardcase) to get this popcorn poppin’, because the 501st + one good friend is having a movie night! (Once mostly everyone agrees on what to watch, of course…) Blankets, pillows, snacks, and cozy Clone cuddle-piles galore~ Who’s falling asleep first? 😴 2nd person POV with an undescribed reader who has a gender neutral nickname. Bullet point format. We’ll use a little Mando’a, as a treat. Fluff and good feelings all around. Everyone’s happy. Everyone’s safe. 💙

Word count: 1,652

The previews

There’s no paperwork to do, there’s no assignment they need to ship out for in the morning, and they’ve gone ahead and tidied up the bed racks for good measure. They could play some Sabbac to kill the time, but they’ve either lost or misplaced more than half the deck, and they don’t feel like the lights and thumping bass of the local drinking hole tonight. (It’s just not quite the same as 79’s…) Nobody really has the energy to do much of anything, but given their purpose and training as soldiers, they don’t often have nights like this where they simply do… nothing. Being idle leaves a gnawing feeling of discomfort for many in the 501st, so they’re trying to come up with a plan.

“Uh-oh. Hardcase has his thinking face on.” someone mumbles, growing slightly uneasy. 

“I got it. I’m gonna call someone.” Hardcase declares, punching in one of his favorite contacts on the comlink. This makes the ARC troopers slightly nervous. “Not the Captain, I hope-” Fives chimes in warningly. “With any luck he’s just gone to the mess.”

Hardcase shakes his head, grinning broadly before he punches ENTER on the device. “Nah, I’m not calling the Captain right now, I’m callin’ Ember!”

You’re a favorite of the 501st. At least, that’s your theory. 

And through one series of events after the other, you've become well acquainted with them and their antics.

Why else would you possibly need to be commed in the middle of a meal? “Don’t answer that.” Captain Rex advises you. You both barely started eating. It’s not an emergency tone. It can wait. But… maybe you should see who it is, first? “Umm… Hardcase is calling me.” you reply. That means one of two likely scenarios.

Boredom, or trouble.

Specifically future trouble.

(Or he’s in trouble.)

You’re at least going to see how urgently you need to scarf down your meal so the Captain has time to enjoy his for once in three blue moons. “Hello? What's going on Hardcase?” 

“Hey little flame, you wanna do something tonight? We’re bored!”

“Define bored…” You’re gonna regret asking that, you’re sure. “And who’s “we” exactly, Hardcase? How many others are listening?” The jumbled cacophony of names and voices tells you it’s mostly Torrent Company, which you pretty much expected. “... hi Echo and Fives… hello Dogma … hey there Tup, I’m doing okay, thanks… yup, just trying to eat a little dinner, Kix…” 

So why exactly did he call you, you ask Hardcase, exchanging wary glances with the cobalt captain. What's going on? "Do you know where we can find a lot of popcorn for a movie night? You and the Captain are invited too of course, little flame!"

Grab your snacks…

The bunkroom has been torn apart by the time you and Captain Rex make your way in from the mess hall, and it smells better than you imagined for military sleeping quarters. Lots of beds are missing mattresses, bedding, and pillows. Except for Dogma's. His is untouched, saved for a slight rumple in the sheets. "Boys, we're here! … Where'd all the stuff go?" You step further into the room, and find all the missing mattresses laid side-by-side on the floor near one end of the room, where everyone's either currently wrangling with the holo-projector, or taking down a few posters from the wall to clear the space that will serve as your "screen". Tup spots the pair of you first. "Oh, good. Captain and Ember are here!" 

Hardcase is grateful that you found some popcorn for movie night, and that you could come join in for the fun. "There ya are, burc'ya! Just in time to start deciding on a movie!" He offers to get a jump on getting all the popcorn bags popped too, with the promise it's not going to be like last time. Trying to pop more than one bag resulted in a small fire, last time, evidently. 

Jesse and Kix are scouring over the descent film selection together, sorting them by type or genre. Action. Horror. Family-oriented. There's- how'd this kids movie end up in here? Eh, no thanks on the war films, we see enough of that. "What about a comedy?" you suggest, rifling through the stack to see what your pickings are there. There's a couple you do and don't recognize, and some that are tied to fond memories from before the war. "This is a good one, I think most of you guys will like it. I used to watch this a lot whenever I needed a good laugh, or some cheering up." 

Everyone agrees to give it a shot at least if that's what you recommend. In any case, it'll be difficult to get everyone to agree on one holo, and more than half of men squeezed around you on this giant raft of mattresses, blankets and pillows will probably fall asleep partway through it anyhow. 

… and enjoy the show!

"C'mon Dogma, come join us!" you urge with a friendly smile, seeing him return to his neatly-made bunk. "There's plenty of room, I'm sure." Tup and Hardcase, slightly sprawled next to you on your left, would need to move a bit to make it happen. Echo and Fives are sitting nearest the projector, their shoulders brushing against one another with every little movement. Jesse has positioned himself nearest the Captain, who is also beside you on your right. "It's okay if you don't, either. Nobody's gonna force you." you add pointedly, just as you feel someone start to pull his legs under him to go drag his brother into the tangle of limbs and bedding. Maybe he's more comfortable on his bunk. Or perhaps he's not interested in a film right now.

The lights are dimmed, the snacks are passed around, and the film begins. 

You only make it fifteen minutes into the film before there's a casualty: Kix, diligent man that he is to make sure all his brothers are taken care of, falls asleep behind you. "Psst! Kix, can you pass me the- oh nevermind. Ember, could you grab the candy under his arm before it melts?" You carefully wiggle it free and pass it up to Jesse before tucking a loose blanket kicking around over Kix. Generally, once Kix is out, he's out, so the group doesn't have to worry about waking him for a while. 

Hardcase stays surprisingly still through most of the movie so long as he keeps his hands mostly occupied in some capacity, or has one of his brothers leaning on him in some way. He's a very tactile person, so it's no surprise that he's slowly migrating around the raft of mattresses as each of his brothers either allow Hardcase to fiddle around with stuff he finds in their pockets, or just hold him close in a brotherly embrace for a bit if he's getting too disruptive. (He eventually settles down around the midpoint of the movie, and is one of the few who stays awake through the whole thing.)

Tup pays attention to most of the comedy film, occasionally conversing in whispers with Fives and Echo about their opinions on the jokes until Echo nods off for a bit, and the hushed conversation continues back up again when he wakes up before movie's end. It's Jesse who's not paying much attention to the film, but he's not too disruptive. Jesse almost makes it to the end of the movie before he falls asleep in the middle of scrolling through something on a datapad that's made its way into the nest of pillows and blankets and limbs, his head resting on Captain Rex's knee. 

Dogma does eventually join everyone on the floor. You suspect he was starting to feel a little left out, or maybe he changed his mind about the offer you made earlier, growing bored of whatever he'd been reading on his datapad, or deciding he'd give the movie a try. He tentatively makes his way over, and asks if he can still sit by you. "Of course, Dogma. Here, I saved some popcorn for you!" You give him the rest of the bowl you'd set aside for him, unable to get up and give it to him yourself since you've got multiple people surrounding you. (You didn't want Dogma to miss out on the snacks just because he wasn't initially watching the movie with everyone.) "Thanks for saving me some, Ember." Captain Rex reaches behind you and gives Dogma a warm pat on the shoulder. "Glad you joined us, brother." There's an unspoken finally in his words, but he's just glad to see that Dogma didn't end up isolating himself for long. 

You and Captain Rex, being firmly in the middle of the mattress pile, end up being the ones who become the human pillows of the group. It's nice to see all your friends having fun tonight, and be a part of enjoying a movie together. No stiff, uncomfortable armor; everyone's either in their fatigues or their blacks, and draped over and across their friends and brothers. Everyone is content and full of maybe a little too much popcorn and other snacks. You'll have a heck of a mess on your hands to clean up, either in the morning, or when everyone returns their respective mattresses to their bunks tonight, too.

Nights like this are how it should be. Everyone's happy and there are signs of trust everywhere you look. Brothers let their sleeping siblings rest on their shoulders, against their backs, their legs, or under their arms without complaint. There are sleepy smiles and shared blankets. Those who stayed awake until the end are now joking happily with one another and their Captain, and you too. 

And for a moment, in this night that will become a cherished memory no matter which way this war winds up, everyone you care about is safe. 

And what could be better than that?

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𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

501st x F!Jedi!Reader General Skywalker clearly wasn't a reliable source of intell, having pointed you and Rex's squad into the icy tumbra of a long deserted planet, however, it was due to his calculated mistake that the Clones were able to reveal your deeply hidden desires. Being stuck in a cave with numerous handsome, attractive men was not on your to-do list, yet you weren't complaining. Word Count: 3028

Warnings: Unedited, random brain rainbow vomit I had whilst practicing writing techniques <3 It's somewhat (quite) spicy towards the end. There is a lot of fluff throughout most of it! A/N: This is mostly just Tup, Rex and Fives x reader as this was a very spontaneous fic T_T pls forgive me.

"General Skywalker said this would be an easy mission," Fives hissed under his breath, the deep, reverbrating sound of his voice lost underneath the wolfish howling of the wind, clusters of snow beating at his helmet. This was supposed to be a quick and easy diplomatic trip, but where did he and the 501st Legion find themselves? Somewhere on a deserted, icy, snowy planet. "My toes are about to fall off!"

"Yeah, he promised us there'd be clear blue skies and hot weather. A beach even!" Echo added on, shrugging his shoulders in defeat. Rather than being on a hot, sandy beach, the brothers had found themselves treading through waist-deep snow, their fingers and toes turning into icicles, their blasters heavy in their grasps. 

"I thought this was supposed to be a diplomatic trip, Captain," Fives continued, his voice becoming white noise as Rex all but ignored his brother, gracing him with an occasional hum or grunt, to let him know he was listening. But he wasn't hearing. Rex was also unhappy with the circumstances, but it was his job to do this kind of thing. It's not like the clones could refuse not going on a mission, not going head-first into a battle, so he definitely would have appreciated General Skywalker's honesty, over trickery. 

The weather was only getting worse, the wind and snow beating at the men cruelly, the blue paint on their armour completely disappeared under the clusters of snow that had latched themselves onto the clones. 

He paused in his tracks, scanning the area through his optical goggles. He spotted something. Something dark, something round. His men stopped behind him, eerily silent as they anticipated their Captain's next words. 

Rex, turning to face his brothers, couldn't help the way his shoulders visibly relaxed as he relayed the news, "I see a cave entrance just a couple yards ahead, boys! We will seek shelter there!" He exclaimed, waving his arm, signalling for them to keep going, to keep following him. 

In the very back, just behind Tup and Jesse, a lone, female Jedi guarded their backs, one hand hovering protectively over her weapon, the other shielded away in the pocket of her coat. A backpack hung onto her shoulders, the leather material soaked and cold, receiving most of the onslaught of the weather. 

Her mind was wandering, body craving to feel the heat of a hot sun glazing against her bare skin, just as Anakin had hinted to. But instead, she was stuck walking through a blizzard, her body cold and tired.

She had also been excited to spend some quality time with the boys from the 501st, whom she had been recently often paired with for missions. The sight of them all relaxing and enjoying their time on the beach, with their tops exposed, tan skin glistening under the sunlight.. Yeah, that would have been a sight worth seeing.

A sudden, much harsher gust of wind jolted her from her thoughts, clumps of snow quickly settling against the icy skin on her face. 

Her robes, too, were soaked, struggling to maintain the warmth in her body as she did her best to follow the path created by the clones, snow crunching under her winter boots. 

She too wasn't made aware of the true conditions of the mission. She couldn't tap into the force either, to predict or to feel some kind of warning of the mission ahead. What was Skywalker thinking? He was lucky none of her men had fallen! The moment she'd get back, the moment her eyes would land on him, he would be wise to run for the hills. She could imagine the fear in his eyes as she comically choked him out, swaying the male back and forth in a fit of anger.

Relief flooded the squad as one by one, they made their way into the cave, it being cleared by their Captain and medic, Rex and Kix. 

Quickly setting camp, the clones hovered around their makeshift fire, some huddled close together, others snuggling under individual, soaked blankets. The snow had penetrated all of their supplies; food, water, tents and blankets. All they could do was hope that the fire would last long enough for the storm to pass, for their blankets to dry out and warm up. 

"What the hell was the General thinking?" Fives muttered, his eyebrows furrowed. He rubbed his bare hands together until they were warm enough, and then he shifted closer to the fire. 

His feet stung, the feeling just barely coming back to him after that gruelling tread. He was sure if his feet didn't fall off yet, then something else soon would. 

You exhaled a heavy sigh, a blanket resting over your shoulders as you extended your palms out towards the fire. Rex had been kind enough to lend you his blanket, noticing that your robes and skirt were practically drenched from the weather. Sure, you weren't dressed for the beach, but you also weren't dressed well enough for a blizzard. 

You were lucky to have been warned, or rather told, by Master Kenobi of the true conditions of your mission. If you hadn't been, your troops wouldn't have had enough time to prepare for the weather. 

Looking over your squad, you made eye contact with Tup. A worried frown ghosted over his rough features, the creases that you hated so much appearing on his forehead. 

Slowly, you made your way over to the trooper, one hand outstretched.

"Tup? Are you okay?" You asked, resting your hand over his shoulder. As if startled, the man looked to you, his brows quirked in surprise. 

"G-General? Why do you ask?" He questioned, gaze flickering down to your hand, before coming back up to stare into your eyes. A soft, pink hue dusted over his cheeks, and your heart fluttered at the sight. Sure, he was sweet and kind, he was the shyest of your men. He was almost like a puppy, his chocolatey brown eyes so deep, so sweet, you had lost yourself in them again. 

He was the only man who gazed into your eyes long enough for you to drown, a soft smile erupting on your face as you fought your best to not reach up and caress his cheek in your palm. 

"General? Are you listening?" He asked, his gloved hands reaching up to shake at your shoulders, gently. 

Your lashes fluttered over your eyes, taking in a deep exhale, you shrugged. Were you really okay? 

Taking a moment to respond, your gaze flickered up, noticing how wet his hair was. 

"Tup, d'you want me to dry your hair?" The words tumbled from your mouth before your brain could finish processing their meaning. Tup's eyes widened into saucers as he stood there, frozen. You had never been so caring to your men, at least, not like this. 

Remember that pink hue that dusted his cheeks just a moment ago? Yeah, now that's turned into a beetroot blush, the colour painting his ears, his face and neck in a deep shade of reddish-purple. Would it be okay for you to display such blatant acts of affection? Wouldn't that be against the rules and regulations of the Jedi council? Against the regulations of the GAR? If so, would his brothers snitch?

"S-Sorry, I didn't mean to-" You started, your mouth quickly dropping into the shape of an 'o' as Tup interrupted you.

"General, I would love for you to dry my hair." He said with a soft smile, scratching at the back of his nape.

Realising it was too late now to back out, you gave a small nod of your head before taking his gloved hand in yours, the leathery material scraping nicely against your soft skin, as you led him closer to the campfire. 

Motioning for Tup to sit down, you stood directly behind, and, above him, reaching to remove your dry blanket from your shoulders. You didn't have a towel, so a blanket should be a good enough substitute. Your hands reached to remove his hairtie, sliding it over your hand to rest on your wrist, your fingers quickly making their way to masssage Tup's scalp. 

As he leaned his head back into your soft hold, Tup couldn't help the relieved sigh that escaped his lips. Your fingernails grazed softly against his skin, tugging gently at his soft curls, sending eletric shivers down the male's spine. 

But it was when your hands slid from his scalp, over to his nape and shoulders, applying soft but firm pressure against his tired muscles that the involuntary groan escaped his lips, rumbling deep from within his chest. 

Your body stiffened, stopping your ministrations as a familiar spark shot through your heart, right down to your abdomen. 

Your eyes, wide and unblinking, stared into Tup's as the colour red flushed his cheeks once more. His eyes searched yours, a worried glint dancing across as he waited for your reaction. His lips stuttered as he was about to apologise, provide an excuse, tell you it was okay if you didn't want to continue. 

But the words fell short on his tongue as the corners of your lips tugged upwards, your hands applying the slightest bit more pressure to his sore muscles. 

A grunt was stiffled in his throat, his eye fighting hard to stay open, looking anywhere but at your face. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable, give you the wrong idea-

None of his brothers did. 

Though a lump formed in his throat as Tup looked around the cave, noticing the numerous lingering gazes of his brothers as they sat there, watching your movements. He could almost feel the jealousy vibrating off of Rex in waves, his gaze hardened as the corners of his lips fought to stay straight. 

A smirk tugged at Tup's lips, as he noticed Jesse squint his eyes at him. Deciding to add fuel to the fire, Tup groaned again when your hands pressed against a particularly tense muscle in his shoulder. 

"Woah, General, where did you learn this?" He asked, a familiar warmth blooming in his abdomen as your nimble fingers danced across his shoulders, tugging at the black suit he wore, exposed now as his armour rested beside a sleeping bag nearby. 

"Oh, you know, just learned bits here and there when I was stationed with Commander Wolffe," You chuckled, wetting your lips with the tip of your tongue, "That man was full of knots in his shoulders." You added, feeling Tup's shoulders relax more and more, until you had mentioned Wolffe. That's when his posture straightened, from a relaxed lean, to a pin-straight sitting up position. 

He tilted his head back to look at you, a curious yet worried glint in his golden eyes.

"Were you and Commander Wolffe close, by any chance?" He questioned, his breathing paused. 

If you were Wolffe's girl, then he knew the 501st couldn't, wouldn't pursue you. 

Or, if you weren't, then they knew at least they could ask the Commander of his previous.. Experiences, with you. 

Slowly, you caught onto Tup's drift, and your gaze travelled around the room. Some of the men were fully facing the two of you, legs spread, eyes laser-focused as they listened to your conversation, the cave suddenly, and eerily silent.

A shiver travelled down your spine, and a gentle smirk tugged at your lips.

"Oh, just you know, the occasional date here and there.." You said, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly. Your smirk threatened to grow as you heard someone scoff, and you looked up to see Rex rolling his shoulders, a scowl on his face.

"Date? Isn't that, like, forbidden?" Fives questioned across from you, leaning over curiously, his eyebrows raised, resembling the blue markings on his helmet. 

A giggle escaped your lips as your hands returned to Tup's hair, suddenly remembering why you were giving him a random shoulder massage. You reached over to grab the blanket Rex had given you, placing soft curls between the two valleys of softness created by your hands, which were hidden underneath the soft cushion.

Your hands brushed through Tup's soft hair, gently dragging the strands through the dry, fuzzy material of your blanket. 

"I don't mean a romantic date, Fives, though I wouldn't be opposed to one." You mused, softly tugging at the locks. "I don't particulaly agree with the 'No Attachments' rule. But that doesn't make me less of a Jedi, or does it, do you think?" You questioned, your gaze softening, a small scowl now tugging at your lips. 

"Of course not, General," This time, it was Rex who spoke up, albeit too fast for his liking, "You're one of the most dedicated Jedi I've had the pleasure of working with," He stated, soft footsteps making their way closer and closer to you, "Plus, it is human to wish to form attachments." He whispered that last part, now standing directly above you as you twisted Tup's hair into the towel.

Your heart fluttered at the proximity, warmth enveloping your pinkening cheeks.

"Is it now, Rex?" You asked, looking up at him. Your heart palpitated at the close proximity, your hands gliding down to caress Tup's shoulders. Your gaze stayed unwavering, unbreaking as you looked into Rex's deep, honey-gold eyes. The Captain suddenly shifted, breaking eye contact as he stepped back a little. 

"I-I believe any of us s-should be able to form attachments," He paused, his gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips, and back to your eyes, "Romantic ones, especially." A chorus of 'Yeah's' and humms of agreement followed, catching your attention as you looked around.

The atmosphere in the cave seemed to have completely shifted, the sound of howling wind drowned out underneath the loud beat of your heart. You swallowed a forming lump, looking between Rex and his brothers, Tup now stood by your side, sandwiching your body between his and Rex's. 

Gloved hands came up to softly caress your shoulders, fingertips lightly tugging at the edge of your collar, grazing the skin underneath. 

"What do you think, Commander?" He whispered into your ear, hot breath fanning over your skin.

"Of?" You prompted, turning your head lightly to look at Tup. 

"Of close relations between Jedi and their Clones?"

Your eyes widened, feeling a familiar heat rush over your body, and you took inhaled a slow, deep, shaky breath. As you looked between Tup and Rex, the latter had made his way closer to your body, his hands making their way to your hips.

The sound of soft footsteps reached your ears, and you saw Echo, Fives, Jesse, Kix, Dogma and Hardcase making their way closer to the three of you, looking completely entranced by the conversation. You hadn't casted any spells on them, have you?

Your breath hitched in your throat, shivers overtaking your body as someone nuzzled their nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, exhaling with a shaky sigh. As they spoke, your heart fluttered with recognition. 

"General, answer the question." Fives whispered, his voice gravelly and deep, one gloved hand gently grasping your chin, twisting it to face him. His gaze flickered to your lips,  just mere inches from his own. He could almost feel the taste of you on his tongue. Oh how he wished to kiss you, right then and there. He was so sure you'd let him, too.

Sure, maybe you did fantasise about the men from time to time, when your thoughts weren't preoccupied by ongoing battles and Jedi duties. How you wished to be allowed to form a connection deeper than General and Trooper, but did they?

"I- I.. I don't k-know?" You questioned, a soft whimper escaping your opened mouth, before you knew it, his lips crashed against yours, his hands latching themselves into your hair, pulling you closer, if physically possible.

The kiss was, to simply put it, sweet. His goatee rubbed nicely against your chin, his lips melting together with yours, as if they were always meant to. His tongue prodded at your bottom lip, asking for permission. Slipping in, it danced with yours, hot breaths mingling together as you felt something press up against your front.

Rex.

You had almost forgotten you were trapped between Rex and Tup, too engulfed with the sudden kiss Fives had engaged you in.

The smell of pine and smoke invaded your nostrils, their scents overwhelming, flooding your senses as Fives became rougher, his hands tugging at the roots of your hair. With one hand, you grasped the side of his face, thumb rubbing soothing circles into his rough skin, your breath hitched as a groan escaped his lips.

"Okay, that's enough I think." Kix spoke, the kiss abruptly interrupted as he pulled Fives away by the scruff of his neck. 

"General? Are you okay?" Rex's voice was soft as he neared you, his breath fanning over the sensitive shell of your ear. 

Inhaling a shallow breath, you grasped his biceps with both hands.

"Call me Y/n.." You whispered, hazily meeting Rex's stare, his eyebrows raised, eyes wide.

"R-Right.. Y/n, d'you want us to continue?" He questioned, bringing a hand to gently clutch your chin. 

Your eyes widened as you took in the situation around you; eight men surrounded you, watching. Waiting. Ready to pounce, the moment they received your permission. 

And receive it, they did.

With a brisk nod, you allowed your eyes to flutter shut as Rex closed the gap between the two of you, his lips rough but warm as his body pushed roughly against yours, your back meeting Tup's chest in a close embrace. 

Your hands rested against Rex's chest, feeling the soft material of his shirt underneath your thumbs. His chest was warm and firm under your touch, the feeling of his heart racing beneath your hand had your own chest swelling with joy. A sigh left your lips as you felt a pair of lips press open-mouthed kisses against the expanse of your neck, a new pair of hands rubbing up and down your hips, encouraging you.

You weren't dreaming, were you? You weren't about to wake up, were you?

Your questions were answered as you felt Rex bite your bottom lip, his hands tugging at the roots of your hair.

No, this definitely wasn't a dream.

And if it was, it wasn't one you wished to wake from.

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Okay okay we already got tales of the Jedi and are getting tales of the empire but are we forgetting something? 🤨

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Meanwhile on the Resolute after a campaign that really wore Ahsoka out:

Obi-wan:

Obi-wan: Anakin.. Why are you carrying Ahsoka while she’s asleep?

Anakin: Well.. She fell asleep on my shoulder on the way back to cruiser, and I don’t want to wake her up because she struggles with sleep, but I sorta.. can’t get her to let go without waking her up. She has a death grip on me.

Obi-wan:

Rex: I tried removing her from the general but she wouldn’t budge. She’s stuck to the general like glue

Obi-wan:

Fives: She bit my finger in her sleep when I tried helping the captain, and dank farek her fangs hurt.

Obi-wan:

Obi-wan too tired to debate jedi ethics and rules, just grateful that Anakin won’t be a issue for the next few hours: Alright then..

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I dare you to write the most wholesome, amazing disaster trio fluff ever

Flocks of Fireflies

A/N: Ayyy, thank you so much for the request, anon, I hope this lives up to your expectations. I apologise for how long it took me, I wanted to make it THE BEST that I could. Not sure how I went, to be honest. Anyway, please leave comments and send requests, it means a lot to me. And most importantly; ENJOY READING ! ! !

(divider by @saradika-graphics)

Darkness coated Ahsoka’s body in velvety contentment as she ducked and weaved through the brush and flora, relying on the hazy vision courtesy of her nocturnal ancestors as her guide. The forest was dark and would have been frightening, if not for the waterfall of giggles falling from her lips with every frequent glance behind her.

The first time Ahsoka had played hide and seek - or the first time she could remember - was a game with her Youngling clan. They’d been allowed a large area of the Temple to hide in, with certain restrictions with different rooms, but it had been wonderful. She’d climbed a pillar and hidden in a tiny corner between the top of the pillar and ceiling, and been one of the last found.

The dark, harsh burning of the war that raged through every soldier’s being like a blistering fire was hard to escape, bright red and empty void at every turn, blood and screaming, death and maim, and defeat. And so her Master and Obi-Wan had devised a series of different games they could play to keep their minds off the horror all around them.

And soon, some of their Clones would join in. 

Today’s game consisted of Anakin, Ahsoka, Obi-Wan, Rex, Cody, Fives, Echo, Jesse, Waxer and Boil. The night was a nice content temperature and the forest was thick, yet rather safe compared to some of the other terrain they’d experienced. 

And so Ahsoka continued, searching for her place of hiding.

The real competition was of course her fellow Jedi, with the Force by their side, and unfortunately it was Anakin’s turn to seek. He usually found a way to cheat. 

Which was why Ahsoka now had two hands firmly gripping a rope of vine, gazing out at a chasm etched deep into the ground ahead. The vine was attached to the branches of a tree overhanging the chasm, approximately midway over the abyss.

The rule was that you had to tag the person you’d found to declare them ‘found’, otherwise they were not yet eliminated. It made things difficult, especially when you had Fives and Anakin playing in the same game.

Swinging over the chasm and hanging there was not something Ahsoka fancied doing, and the other side of the deep gash in the earth was the boundary. Instead she began to climb up the vines easily, slinking into the dense foliage above. 

The rough bark of the elderly tree cut at her palms, but they were mere grazes and light enough to heal quickly. She scampered along a thick branch, two feet on the tree and standing upright, her arms shot out straight to keep her balance. Once she’d gained enough balance, her arms dropped to her side, unafraid of the drop below. 

Vines around her curled around her frame as she delved deeper into their cover, climbing higher and higher, and further away from the tree’s trunk and the edge. 

Grasping a branch in one hand and a vine in the other, Ahsoka pulled herself up onto a branch. Her eyes widened when she’d relaxed onto the bark and she realised her montrals were brushing the last leaves of the top of the tree.

Without hesitation, she stood up with ease, and her jaw fell slack at the sight ahead.

The forest ran on for miles with no visible end, bright green and dotted with other eye-catching colours, more like an artwork than a natural growth of flora. The tree she was perched upon seemed to be the tallest she could see, but there were other trees that reached similar heights.

But the real beauty were the bioluminescent insects flying slowly through the air, lighting up the entire forest from above. Ahsoka hadn’t even noticed them on her way up into the tree, perhaps because she’d been so aware of the mental countdown until Anakin began his hunt ringing in her head. 

The fireflies were a bright gold, and there were so many of them that Ahsoka wondered momentarily what they ate to sustain what appeared to be millions of the little insects. A singular little firefly lazily flew over Ahsoka’s shoulder, and came to rest on her forearm, before taking over a moment later.

Swarms of them flying slowly over her head were like starships, or perhaps even shooting stars. They moved like one giant creature, never out of sync or one flying at a different pace than the others. It was mesmerising, and unlike anything she’d ever seen before.

Distantly, she heard what sounded like a groan from Waxer upon being found, but frankly, she’d long ago forgotten about the game, the peace surrounding her too calm to disrupt. 

Then the leaves of the tree rustled behind her, and a familiar mop of ginger hair parted through the green as Obi-Wan emerged from the tree’s shelter. He had a content grin on his face as he silently crawled to sit next to her on the curved branch, observing the overhead flock of fireflies as they slowly glided through the air. 

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Obi-Wan mused, his eyes locked on an area of the night sky completely covered by the easy traffic of the insects. Ahsoka hummed in response, leaning into his side and shifting to comfortably rest her head on his shoulder, eyelids drooping, threateningly close to shutting completely.

“We had fireflies on Shili,” she mumbled, the memory of a jar with holes poked in the lid and a few of the amber insects inside its glass walls wafting through her mind. “But not like this.”

Obi-Wan agreed with his own soft hum, reaching an arm around her back and shifting so her cheek wasn’t resting on the bone of his shoulder, stroking up and down her right arm soothingly. 

It was beautifully picturesque and content, the quiet buzz of the fireflies and the general chirp of the forest easing Ahsoka’s nerves like warm tea or a fire in the cold. The gold glow was coating her own body, and she could see out of the corner of her eye that several locks of Obi-Wan’s auburn hair dipped in the gold light.

The dull stinging from the scrapes on her palms had melted away at some point, leaving her with a gentle hum in her body that was so pleasant she feared flinching if it might drive the contentment away. Warmth licked up her bones gently as she yawned softly, pinpricks of pain stinging her eyes as the world blurred momentarily.

She didn’t fully realise how much time had passed until a familiar presence lingered near her, and Anakin appeared from the leaves and vines only metres away. He made no teasing quip or begrudging congratulations, only smiled softly. She would’ve muttered something playfully about his unusual gentleness if it wasn’t for the fatigue trickling down her limbs and torso.

Wordlessly, Anakin settled down on their curved branch on Ahsoka’s right, gently shifting in place as to ensure both of his companions’ comfort. Obi-Wan yawned now, which was no surprise to the Togruta, as she was well aware he’d barely slept the last few days, spending the nights desperately scribbling down battle strategies and tactics.

They stayed there for a while longer, until the pressure bearing down on Ahsoka’s eyelids was too much to withstand and the stinging behind her eyes was too sharp to ignore. She let her eyes drift shut and not open for a few minutes. 

“I think, perhaps,” Obi-Wan yawned mid-sentence, “that we should head back to the camp.” Anakin mumbled something softly, and stood up, sliding down to a lower branch. Ahsoka let out a gentle whine that had both men chuckling faintly, before the brunet turned in place and Obi-Wan eased her onto his back. 

Ahsoka clung to Anakin, her head resting gently on his shoulder as they climbed down through the foliage, vines draping over her body as they moved. Navigating their way down the tree was the hard part, especially with Ahsoka half-asleep and clinging to Anakin, but they managed.

The trek back to the campsite was easier, with Obi-Wan walking ahead to navigate the smoothest track to not disturb the resting Padawan. When they were nearing the camp, Ahsoka mumbled softly; “can we go see the fireflies tomorrow night?”

Neither male had the heart to say no to the gentle tenderness of her youthful whisper, and neither wished to deny the excursion either. And so they agreed gently, just as they stepped from the brush of the forest and into the clearing. 

They went to see the fireflies the next night, and the night after that, and the night after, until they were forced to depart from their current camp and move on. But none of the three would ever forget the gentle, content, humming warmth of the scene, and the fireflies that came with the memory, even if the best part was just that it was them. Them three, together.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed!!! Please send requests and leave comments, they mean the world to me :D

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[miseries-mistress]

TEMPTATION OF THE UNATTAINABLE | CAPTAIN REX

GIF by kamino-coruscant

Synopsis: You found yourself in the training room on one of your rare days off, not with your lightsaber or the Force but with a blaster. The unfamiliar black, sleek metal was heavy in your hands as if death itself weighed on the trigger. You didn't practice with such a weapon; too barbaric for your tastes, but after a comment Fives made, you wanted to prove him wrong. Blame it on your pride, but you were determined to land a hit on the droids, only, Rex finds you before you can do so. 

Warnings: female reader, innuendos, flirting, teasing, fluff. W/C: 1838

Notes: i've had this in my drafts for two months now, i finally finished it and edited it (repost)

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"You know, I'm surprised the great general can't shoot a blaster." You lower the training blaster, looking over your shoulder at Rex entering the training room, his bucket tucked snugly under his arm, still in full armor.  

"Can it, Rex," you snap, and he only chuckles in reply. You turn away from him, adjusting your stance as you raise the blaster in steady hands. Anticipating recoil this time, you shoot. It nearly misses the center of the training droid's head, and you sigh. 

"You look like you're struggling over there," he comments half-heartedly, leaning against the durasteel wall. You spin on your heels, narrowing your eyes at the infamous captain. 

"Rex," you snarl in a warning he does not head but instead strokes your fury with bated breath.

"What? Need some help?" he taunts, and you have half a mind to give him a little push with the Force if it means silencing his snarky attitude that he seems to have only with you. Admittedly, you admire him to a point beyond the relationship of captain and general, but that attitude...you could do without it.

"You know the answer to that." There's that edge in your words, the threat behind them that Rex can't help but stroke. He doesn't know why your bite to every teasing remark riles him as much as it does, but it's addictive the way you push back, makes him feel alive, and he can't get enough of it. 

"I want to hear you say it."

"Sadistic piece of shit," you growl, glaring at him. 

"Now, that's no way to talk to your captain, especially since you are in such dire need of assistance." Dealing with Anakin's ego is better than this, you think sourly.

"You're an asshole."

"So I've been told."

You huff, rolling your eyes as you stare at his satisfied features. You muster up all the scraps of pride you have left, salvaging what you can before you give in. "Please help me, captain." 

His eyes sparkle with pride at his accomplishment. "See, that wasn't so hard now, was it?" 

"I hate you," you mutter defeatedly as he approaches you. You feel him behind you so close you can feel his force signature radiating off him like an aura of warmth as he takes his place at your back.

"No, you don't."

Kriff, has his voice always sounded so attractive? It was so smooth and oh-so delightful, you're sure you could never get enough of it.

"May I, general?" 

"Just call me by my name, captain, since we're past professionalism at this point," you reply sarcastically, and Rex fights off the temptation to grin, opting for a more teasing tone. 

"You as well." 

He steps forward, so his armored chest is pressed flush to your back, and the chill from the plastoid seeps into your Jedi robes. You can feel every divot and curve grating against your attire and pushing into your spine, sending an aching pressure through your body. 

His gloved hand slides over your waist, and you freeze at the contact, your body stiffening in his firm grasp. 

"This okay?" he asks, his tone mixed with mischief? Lust? You couldn't tell. His mouth is close enough to your ear that you can feel his warm breath fanning over the shell of it. 

Your mouth dries at his words, and you lick your lips, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. "Y-yeah."

Rex takes your breathless voice as a sign to continue, silently relishing his ability to make you stutter because Maker knows how long he's waited for an opportunity or excuse like this to touch you. To render that pretty mouth of yours speechless, even if it's to help with your poor aim. 

His foot slides your feet to the side so they are parallel with your shoulders, and your mind wanders to where else he might spread your legs– Focus, you internally reprimand yourself for letting your thoughts descend into something so vulgar and indecent. You're a Jedi, for fucks sake, and even though you've long since abandoned the rule on attachment, it was entirely unprofessional for you to think of your captain this way. 

"Knees bent mesh'la," Rex instructs, his breath ghosting over the column of your neck before he pauses, his body growing taut. There are a couple of beats of silence where Rex can feel his heart hammering out of his chest. You don't react, at least not visibly, to the nickname, and he internally grumbles at his slip-up. He doesn't focus on it too much, considering you don't seem to understand the meaning of the word, but he chastises himself for his lack of restraint for letting something as crucial as that slip from his typically tight lips.  

You chose not to say anything about his sudden discomfort despite your curiosity but instead concentrate on his nickname. Mesh'la. It ran off his tongue like honey, sweet with a hint of something more. It obviously was Mando'a; as far as you knew, every clone spoke a bit of it. However, you never imagined it would be spoken to you, especially by the man you so readily esteem, so what did it mean?

"Oh, right, sorry," you trip over your words as you bend your knees to his will. You feel Rex's arm leave your waist as he shadows you, enveloping his body impossibly closer to yours. His gloved hand runs over your skin, working out the rifle's position to the target droids. He's focused. You can tell that much by how his hands remain steady and focused like he is in his nature. 

It's the familiarity of the weapon, the ease of it, that helps distract Rex from how close he is to you. Every movement he's made in the last five minutes has been driven by the singular purpose of being closer to you, and there was no way in karking hell that Rex would fumble and let this prime opportunity slip away from him. No way in hell.

"Right there, grip it a little tighter, atta girl." You swallow the growing lump in your throat as a shiver runs down the length of your spine at the utter husk in his voice. It's a low, seductive rumble, so chilling yet inviting, as his lips hover a hair's breadth away from your neck, where your pulse is frantically thundering under your skin. You try, you really do, to push out the thoughts of his soft lips caressing your skin in a gentle kiss, peppering your flesh with his devotion. Instead, you feel your face seethe with heat that engulfs your cheeks and rises all the way to the tips of your ears. Shyness is now muddled with arousal, rendering you unable to form a single strand of thoughts to combat your mounting embarrassment. You can almost feel the stupid smug smirk on his lips as his hands tighten their hold on your waist.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" Bastard. Stupid bastard knows what he's doing to you, yet his advances won't push past the edge of flirtation. No matter how much his mocking remarks and smug rejoinders irk you, you want him– need him- to take a leap off the edge. It's something you yearn for down to your very being for him to cross that path of no return. Relinquishing your friendship would either be the end of it or the start of something new. The risk was high, it always was, but one of you had to make a choice, walk away or pursue the tension rising like a raging storm through your love-struck heart. 

You are desperate from the hope he provides you that all of his teasing amounts to something, that he is not playing with your emotions in a game of his ego. It's not in Rex's nature to be so misleading, which inclines you to believe he does share that same sentiment as you, but what do you know when it comes to romance? Your entire life has been spent in a temple with people who would rather die than form an attachment forbidden by the code. You know nothing about your feelings besides how to hide them.

"Shut it, Rex," you grumble, and he chuckles, the sound gravelly and enticing to your lust-plagued mind. His hand scours over your hips, his deft fingers running over the area in a teasing motion. Yet, for all the concentration you render as a Jedi, it proves fruitless. Rex notices your slight tremble and eases you with a gentle whisper, "don't be so nervous."

How are you not supposed to be nervous when he's flirting with repreive? 

"Now, see your target?" You force yourself to nod, not trusting your lips to form intelligible words. He moves slightly to your side, removing his right hand from yours. It appears that he forgoes his teasing for instruction, now focused on what he was initially set out to do, but the way he grasps your hips, pulling them back ever so slightly into his cod-piece, you are inclined to believe otherwise.  

"Finger on the trigger," he orders, and your body obeys before you have time to think, waiting for your captain's following directive. "There 'ya go. Whenever you're ready."

There's a second of hesitation while you gather your thoughts before you pull the trigger. Rex is luckily behind you and holds you steady at the minuscule jerk the gun gives off. The blast bolt pierces the target, black scarring around the marred hole made on the bullseye. You look back at Rex to find him already staring at you with a brazen simper, his arms crossed over his chest. 

"You did good, sweetheart, for a Jedi." You huff and shake your head, taking a last look at your shot before back at him. His arrogance begins to fade into something genuine, and it's impossible to tear your eyes away from his; to let go of the shift in the Force between you two. 

Neither of you cared to address the atmosphere you had created in that short instance, and for right now, you don't wish to sour the mood with the taste of reality. Yet, nothing felt as perfect as staring into those bright amber eyes, reflecting a future you could only crave.

[saggitary]

For the wip game I am very curious about hair = sleep 👀

Tehe ok so I had the funny realization that Fives and Echo are the only ones in the group of seven of Rex, Hardcase, Kix, Jesse, Fives, Echo, and Ahsoka, that have hair. Like yes Rex and Kix have buzzed hair but not like hair hair. And I’ve always been a sucker for playing with a persons hair

Soooo I have a lil WIP of Ahsoka playing with Fives hair while she works on reports and he plays (loses) sabacc in the barracks. And he falls asleep on her. And Ahsoka realizes this new super power.

It’s basically another excuse to right straight up FLUFF

I have a beautiful mental image of Echo and Fives falling asleep on with side of Ahsoka while she plays with their hair ajsbskahdb

[throughparisallthroughrome]

"In Darkness, We Transcend"

Chapter 3: "The Chosen One"

Series Description: In a mission gone wrong, Obi-Wan has vanished. It’s up to Anakin to find the ex-Jedi turned Michelin star chef who may know where he is. To say they don’t exactly get along would be an understatement. But with a shared goal, who knows what’s possible?

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Word Count: 6.2k

Warnings: Lots of cursing, mentions of death, culty things, weapon usage, 

A/N: Unfortunately, this chapter took forever! I’m really excited about where the story is going—I have a feeling there may be a little Kenobi rescue mission soon… As always, inbox is open, requests are open, and any and all feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

Chapter 1. Chapter 2.

Coruscant is the planet that never slept- so neither did you. 

Being a chef and working at one of Coruscant’s finest meant there wasn’t a lot of room for error. Which meant there wasn’t a lot of room for sleep either. 

When the idea of “Like a Bantha!” came to mind, you spent every waking hour working to make it a reality. When you considered bringing to life a 5-star Nubian-style restaurant to Coruscant’s upper levels, you immediately made some calls. It’s not like it hadn’t been attempted before; plenty of Nubian eateries were around, but nothing like this had been created and survived- thrived even. But that was them, and this was you. 

You knew yourself. You knew your passion, devotion, and creativity. You knew you had it in you. When you weren’t trying to make calls about grants, builders, and possible spaces, you were sketching out every idea you had. You kept a series of notebooks on you at all times. The first was for menu ideas as you traveled far and wide throughout the planet, as well as other planets, to try various foods, drinks, and cultures. You looked at their restaurants, seeing what worked and what didn’t. What ideas you may implement and ones you certainly wouldn’t. You befriended the staff, chefs, and managers, all giving you closer work to see how their system works and how their restaurant was run. Although Coruscant was huge, the restaurant community was pretty tight-knit- at least the classier places were. 

And that was how Notebook 2 was born. The second notebook kept every restaurant secret, advice, and architectural idea you had in it. You knew you wanted a lot of greenery, wines, and furniture representing the planet you came from and loved. Besides the menu speaking for itself, you needed the restaurant to speak for itself, too. You spent countless hours seeking the right florals, tables, silverware, and other “meaningless” things. It had to be perfect- everything needed to tell a story. A glorious restaurant plan was constructed, along with a suspicious budget. Writing in this notebook only produced more ideas, and something beautiful was born. 

“What is it you like about this place, Chef Na'vida?” You took out your notebook, attempting to read the Twi'lek’s expressions before you. He had a thick accent and a smile that never seemed to fade.

“Well- you know- the kitchen is, uh, how do you say- like a bantha?” You laughed at this.

“Like a bantha?!” You exclaimed, thinking it was just the most amusing thing you had heard. 

“Well, yes.” He grins and continues to frost the dessert in front of him. “During service, it’s loud, chaotic, terrifying even. But once we close and the cleaning begins, it’s calm, and relaxing, and honestly therapeutic in ways.“

“Like a bantha.” You mumble, the grin slowly spreading across his face.

“Like a bantha.”

You had engraved that interaction in your mind, his words adhering with you like no others. Although it was amusing, he had detailed the precise reason you chose to open your own spot. You loved the disorder, knowing it ultimately would settle down and fade into something worthwhile. You never received that feeling from the Order; it never gave you that drive. You craved that constant adrenaline rush.

When the restaurant had developed further, you gave Na'vida a call to let him know you were naming it in his honor. He passed away before he ever got to experience it. 

“Like a Bantha!” very quickly put you on the map and made you famous. You participated in several interviews, photoshoots, and talk shows, all of which were extremely invested in your craft, your tastes, and how you brought something incredible to life. You’d be lying if you claimed you never enjoyed it. The fame was nice- the money even nicer. The connections always helped, and the restaurant became a celebrity hot spot. You were the hot spot. Getting to befriend you was an honor among the Chef community. The average Joe and celebrities alike fawned over you. It never died down, and you honestly never grew tired of it. You felt as a Jedi you were rarely given the credit you deserved. Now, this was different. Everything you do is important, and you could give something back to your community. And everything you did was under the name “Y/N L/N,” a pseudo-name for your new life. Of course, there were those who knew you were once a Jedi, but surprisingly, it was rare for you to be questioned about it. 

As you both closed in on your apartment building, you carefully strolled down the dimly lit alleys, trying to calm yourself. Anakin walked closely next to you, making sure to scan for your surroundings. Although it was about 2 a.m., you passed plenty of people on the streets. There were several bars, clubs, and restaurants still open. He didn’t like the scenery; there was too much that could actually cause a scene. 

You zig-zagged through the crowd, casually throwing your hood up in the process. You knew the Children of Nox were widespread, and after an unscheduled meeting with both Gil and Anakin, you weren’t ready to take many chances. Anakin noticed your actions and put his hood up as well. If you already thought stealth was a safe option for now, then he trusted your judgment. 

At the last second, you decided to take a shortcut and turned the corner, heading down a particular sketchy alley. You glanced at a group of Rodians talking in hushed voices near the end of it, clearly dealing with something that wasn’t meant to be seen by others. Your breath hitched suddenly, and you forgot all about the man beside you. You hastily turned around, tripping over your own cloak and hitting your head against Anakin’s shoulder. You let out a quiet “oof,” but it wasn’t quiet enough. Their attention suddenly turned to you, and before you could think, Anakin was already pulling you into a little offshoot supply closet. 

“What the fuck are you doing!” You push him and turn towards the exit, eager to handle the conflict you started. Before you can grab the handle, his hand is on your wrist. 

He pulls you back inside before you can get away from him and spins you around, putting your back against his chest while he holds a hand over your mouth and on top of your head. You try to argue with him against his gloved hand, but he tightens his grip against your mouth. Obviously, there was something you were missing here. 

The Rodians approach near the closet while they talk amongst themselves, the conversation growing louder as the conflict rises between them. The sound of a blaster goes off right outside the door. You jump slightly, and Anakin pulls you in tighter against him. You begin trembling slightly, the gravity of everything starting to come down on you, and you hear him quietly, “Shhhh,” to make you more relaxed. He caresses his ungloved hand against your head, slightly massaging your scalp. He didn’t know you well, but he didn’t need you panicking, and he certainly didn’t need you to cause a scene. You finally relax in his arms, still feeling frightened of what could have happened.

The talking and fighting begin to deescalate, and the sound of the footsteps trails into the distance. Anakin slightly relaxes his grip on you, withdrawing his gloved hand from on top of your lips and putting it on your shoulder, still keeping a protective stance. 

“Stay here, please. I want to make sure it’s safe.” He gently turns you around to look at him, giving you a playfully stern look. You nod in response and offer a worrisome smile. 

He steps out and checks, and you feel your heart rate increase slightly from his absence- not that you’d ever admit that was the reason. He quickly returns to retrieve you, giving you a gentle nod that it’s secure to step out into the alley again. You both begin walking again, refusing to give each other eye contact. Assuming it was better to not talk about what just happened, neither of you said a word for quite some time, maintaining an uncomfortably separate distance from one another. 

“Y/N, do you take this route every night?” He calmly asks as you both continue walking down the alley.

“Most of the time. It’s usually safer- I’m not sure what’s in the air tonight.” You turn to face him, letting out a slight chuckle, the corners of your mouth tugging into a smirk. His tense expression doesn’t waver, but your smile does. You continue down the path, but he stops in his tracks, continuing to examine the surroundings. 

“What would have happened if I wasn’t here?” You turn around to face him, cocking your head at his question. It took everything in you not to roll your eyes and scoff at the audacity and ego of the man in front of you, but you gave him the benefit of the doubt, attempting to believe he cared about the safety and well-being of a woman he just met. Maybe you should let up on your abrasiveness towards him. Maybe.

“Skywalker—I—it’s okay. It’s never typically like this. And besides,” your eyes flick up to him, studying the misplaced concern as bewilderment washes over you. “I can handle myself. I was once a Jedi, too, you know.” You try to smile at him again, but he doesn’t let up. 

“I just-”

“Anakin, please- we need to keep moving. Please.” You look at him gently, and he nods. You didn’t understand why he cared. Your concern involved Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan only. Anakin Skywalker was the last thing on your mind. You couldn’t have him treating you this way, being this soft and nice, especially after the Council’s warnings. As much as you disobeyed the Council and tore yourself away from the Order, you assumed if they kept you away from the chosen one for your entire life, there had to be a good reason to do so.  

You both walk for another 10 minutes, the area around you becoming increasingly more welcoming as you approach your penthouse. The location around the restaurant was excellent as well; it was those few streets in between that were sketchy, and always sketchy, no matter what time of day it was.

You step in front of your building, nodding to the doorman as he opens the doors for you and Anakin while telling you goodnight.  

Anakin stood in the lobby of the building, glancing around at its beauty. Its tall, vaulted ceilings with intricate designs were a grand display of the wealth of those living there. The architecture and molding adorned the walls in muted blues, greens, and creams. 

You turned around and smiled at his reaction, darting away and moving to the elevator before he could see your face. 

“C'mon, Skywalker.” You strolled into the elevator, and he hurried along next to you, watching the lobby he was intrigued with vanish as the doors shut before him.

“This is a really nice building. I didn’t realize-”

“Didn’t realize what?” you interrupted him, raising an eyebrow. A slight smirk grew as you saw the panic flash on his face.

“Nothing- sorry.” He trailed off and broke eye contact, peeking around the elevator you were both in. He felt as if he had been in there for an eternity, the elevator continuing to rise higher and higher. He huffed in annoyance. Why were you even going to your apartment in the first place?

The elevator stops with an elegant Ding! And he immediately feels less tense. As you both step out onto your floor, you unlock your penthouse door and stroll inside, welcoming him in. 

Your space was a lot more refined than he assumed, accompanied by the most exquisite kitchen he had seen in his entire life. And it was apparent that it was well used. Like the restaurant, your penthouse was also reminiscent of Naboo, reminding him of the fond memories. He kept forgetting you and Padme grew up together. When looking at your apartment, that much became very obvious. 

Anakin glanced at the artwork that graced your walls, as well as a few Naberrie family portraits. He slightly smiled at a picture of the young Padme he remembered, grateful he got out of Tattooine when he did. Graduation pictures, coronation pictures, and assorted family photos were all along the walls of your entryway. You had some shoes on the floor, as well as books and miscellaneous jewelry scattered along the table in your hallway. 

You took off your cloak, throwing it on the back of a chair as you made your way to the opposite side of the island as him. 

He noticed your kitchen's beautiful pastel multicolored tile and the dark floors provided a lovely accent. There were numerous plants, all well-kept and maintained. He thought of his pitiful half-watered plant in his quarters. He really needed to do something about that; it was getting pathetic at this point. The countertops were a beautiful green stone, accompanied by cream-colored cabinets and the palest pink accent walls. 

“Want some tea?” You began to pour your own into a small mug. 

He glanced over towards your living room, taking in the beautiful fabrics, artwork, and random decor. He noticed there were a lot of different kinds of stones scattered around the space. A protocol droid came around the corner and grabbed your cloak, returning it to what he assumed was your bedroom. He stared at a particular artwork; it was unpleasantly dark. It made him feel a little off-put. It was hung on the wall above your sofa, filled with deep reds, blues, blacks, and greens. It looked like it could be a plant or maybe an eyeball, but it was definitely something living. And more unsettling than anything. Why would you hang something like that in your home? He just didn’t-

“Skywalker!” You yelled, holding out a cup of hot tea for him to grab, suddenly gaining his attention. 

“Oh! Thank you.” He gracefully accepts the cup and nods, smiling at your eye roll. “Sorry, I was just appreciating your nice space. That painting is fucking creepy, though.” He takes a sip of the tea. It was the same as he had in Naboo. 

You laughed at his derogatory comment towards your art, setting down your tea to stride over to where the painting was hung.

“This is actually from the Children of Nox, which is why it’s so unsettling.” He walks up beside you, and you turn to face him as you explain the artwork.

“It was hung in their main temple. Obviously, the temple is highly secure now, more so than it ever was. But honestly, the fact that I managed to sneak this out is fucking crazy.” You sipped on your tea, turning to Anakin as you scanned his face, unsure of what he could be thinking. His eyebrows furrowed as he licked his lips, unsure how he felt about the sight before him.

“It’s a painting of their all-seeing eye. It represents the highest member of their order, their beloved high priestess. The high priestess is a compelling dark-side user, one that I have yet to encounter. The painting consists of the blood of other high priestesses and the painting itself was very valuable to the cult. I stole it as a parting gift to myself.” 

He cocked a brow at this, surprised by your confession. He doesn’t respond and instead sips his tea. He turns away from you, walking back to your kitchen. You feel yourself annoyed by his coldness and turn to follow him. 

“Did I make you uncomfortable?” you question, biting your lip nervously. He sets his tea down and looks up at you, more frustrated than before. 

“I just don’t understand how you could have associated yourself with something so evil. You hang that painting on the wall as a trophy, despite all the bloodshed and horrors that cult has committed and represented. It’s just- It’s not very Jedi-like.”

“Well, Skywalker, for one, I’m not a Jedi anymore.” You stroll from him to the other side of the counter, forcing direct eye contact between the two of you. The tension was rising in the room, and you swallowed nervously. He didn’t know; you could feel yourself trying to tell you that. But you were offended. You were offended he assumed you could even stand for something like that. You were slightly hurt by his harsh words and suddenly very angry, and those past resentments towards Skywalker made their way to your tongue. Before you knew it, you were yelling.

“And I didn’t have a choice, either. The Council asked me to infiltrate The Children of Nox. It’s not like I wanted to. I witnessed awful things, I was asked to do awful things, and I had awful things done to me. And no matter what, the Council asked me to persist and get as close to them as possible. My sanity never mattered to them; my morals certainly didn’t either. I was asked to leave behind the Order and, my feelings and everything that was important to me in the name of research for the Council. In the name of the greater good. And when my mission failed, I returned to the Order. And I fucking wrote. I wrote every single thing I could remember, every minuscule detail. And that was the last thing I did before I said, “Fuck you,” and left. I couldn’t do it anymore. The Order never cared about me; they cared about what I could find out for them. I was nothing but a foot soldier for them, like your clones they put into battle.” 

Anakin felt his heart twist with your closing statement. The Order’s treatment of clones never sat right with him. He gulped slightly at this new confession, feeling a new respect for you that he didn’t before—and a new sort of guilt as well. You could read everything he was thinking, and you had a feeling mentioning the treatment of the clones to the General of the beloved 501st would do something. You were grateful it worked but exhausted from your emotions. 

“I’m sorry. I had no idea you felt that way.” He looked to the ground, taking a small sip of tea as the remorse continued to wash over him. You felt bad as you witnessed his reaction, walking over to him and awkwardly putting your hand on his shoulder. He sat up to meet your eyes, noticing a certain glossiness over them.

‘It’s okay—I just—I didn’t mean to yell. This isn’t your fault, Anakin. I understand how you feel and how this all looks. I’ve never talked about that stuff since it happened, and it’s been a few years. It’s hard not to get emotional about it. Something tells me you’ve had your own run-ins with the order, too.” You smile at him as he laughs slightly.

“You could say that.” You stepped away from him, moving your hand away. After the loss of contact, your fingers tingled. You needed to focus on Kenobi, not how the situation made you feel.

“Okay, let’s get to work.” Your face turns cold again as you motion for Anakin to follow you. He bites his lip, confusion washing over him. Just as you both were getting along, you acted this way towards him again. He shakes his head, thinking that maybe being friendly with one another will take more time than he thought it would. 

You lead him further into your apartment, down a hallway with a locked door. You pull out a heavy set of keys, flicking through them and grabbing the right one. You carefully unlock the door, peeking into the room slowly before motioning for him to follow after you. 

His jaw drops. You really have done your research.

Your study makes his look clean. There are piles and piles of books everywhere, followed by so many notebooks, recipes, cookbooks, and numerous notes hanging on the walls. He glances over to a map of the galaxy, different threads connecting different people throughout the stars. He looks above and sees multiple pictures of faces, all of them relating to the Children of Nox. A scene that would freak an average person out has Anakin increasing his respect for you. He steps closer and begins to read some of the notes around the map, different sightings, meetings, and sayings you had overheard throughout the past few years. 

“The trail stopped cold 6 months ago when Gil Paven dropped off the face of the Galaxy.” You walk up next to him, tracing your finger over the last note you wrote. Gil has vanished, Amara with him. They were last seen in level 156. Eric hasn’t heard anything since they took in the new recruit. 

“However, Gil Paven himself paid me a quite horrifying visit tonight right before you did.” You turn to face Anakin, and he suddenly raises a brow at this revelation. 

“How come?” 

“They want me back. Otherwise, they’ll put a bounty on my head. Convenient timing. Something tells me he was trying to get to me before you did. Funny of him to assume I would do anything of the sort.” You shake your head and chuckle` at the idea. No fucking way.

“Well, something tells me he didn’t mean it.” Anakin turns to face you, suddenly crossing his arms. 

“What do you mean by that?” You step back slightly defensively. 

“Those Rodians were after you, Y/N. You walked right into them before they could get to you first.” Anakin admits, and you freeze. He was right; you were just too blinded by your own ego to realize it. You turn away from him, shielding the emotion on your face. 

“Anakin-”

“Y/N, trust me.” He approaches you and puts his hand on your bicep. Suddenly, you’re back in the alley.

Anakin’s force energy flows through your body, and you can see the Rodians in front of you, as well as yourself. You see their eyes, their plans for you. You can read their every thought, every corrupt plan they have for you. It had the Children of Nox written all over it, but Anakin wouldn’t know that. They spot you both, and you’re suddenly pulling yourself away from them again.

You break from the trance, feeling Anakin’s force energy leave you as you open your eyes to face him. The concern is written all over his face, and you divert your eyes from his once again. 

“Fuck- I- Okay. We need to move fast.” 

You squeeze your eyes shut, scratching your head as you walk away frantically. You slightly trip over a couple of books before catching yourself on the desk before you. You can feel the apprehension radiating off of the man behind you, knowing he was about to move forward and attempt to assist you. Your head automatically starts spinning as you try to brush off his unwelcome feelings. You search through a drawer, pulling out a box with an intricate wood carving of a tree on top. Anakin moves closer. You carefully open it and pull out your lightsaber, carefully clipping it to your belt. You gesture to Anakin to come back over as you move toward your holoscreen, pulling up a picture of a man. 

“This is my contact, Eric. We need to get to him. He’s a few levels down, but I wanted to bring you up to speed before we went. He can be intense at times.” You face him, and Anakin shakes his head, laughing at your concern.

“I’m sure it’s nothing I can’t handle.”

You roll your eyes before glancing back at the holoscreen and seeing that it is nearly 4:30. Fuck. There was no fucking way you were getting to Eric before the morning. He’d probably kill you and Anakin both. You sigh.

“Anakin,” he faces you with soft eyes, “We’ll have to go in the morning; it’s nearly 4:30. I have a guest room you can stay in tonight if you’d like- actually- I’m asking you to stay.” You wince at your words slightly, “I don’t have time to wait for you in the morning.”

He raised a brow at your words and smirked. 

You fake a smile, holding back the malice on your tongue. You swiftly place your lightsaber on the table and shut the holoscreen down. As you exit your study, you motion for Skywalker to follow closely behind, and he obeys, being welcomed into your home despite your attitude. 

“You brought a FUCKING JEDI? I thought you were DONE with the Order?” Eric yells as you put your face in your hands, sighing.

Anakin scoffs and circles around the weapons table, tracing his fingers over blasters, knives, and assorted dangerous objects. He glances over at you, noticing the stress in your energy. He knows there is more to this for you than just Obi-Wan, and he knows that, oddly enough, he is inclined to help.

“Eric, If you’d let me fucking explain, then maybe you would understand why I brought a Jedi!” You stand up, motioning to Anakin as you yell at the short man in front of you. “And besides, this is the fucking chosen one.” The room goes silent. What the fuck was happening? 

Anakin furrows his brow at your words, unsure why that mattered. He is usually flattered, but this time, his status isn’t a good thing. He briefly reads Eric’s reaction; it is full of hostility, resentment, and... sympathy? 

“I see,” Eric swallows briefly, moving quickly towards the holoscreen, “So Kenobi is missing? And Gil paid you a visit? What a fucker. Always knew that fucking cockroach would show up one way or another. He never could resist you.” You roll your eyes and scoff. 

“Don’t remind me.”

“And Amara?” He questions as he swiftly pulls up some files. 

“Still nothing. Apparently, they want me back.” You shrug, cringing slightly at the thought.

“And?” Eric faces you after pulling up a file on Gil, his smug face taking up the holoscreen.

“What do you mean ‘And?’- That’s it.” You scowl at his contempt. He didn’t possess the urgency you needed.

“Whatever,” he rolls his eyes at you, running a hand through his dark hair. I have reason to believe Kenobi is being held here,” he says, pulling up a picture of the temple on Mustafar. 

“Fuck,” You mumble, your tone catching Anakin’s attention.

“Fuck is right,” Eric moves closer to the screen, sighing as he looks at the Temple. “High Priestess herself must want him badly. The old contact that led us to Gil last time mentioned something briefly about Amara wanting a Jedi. Can’t imagine it’s anyone else- that’s my lead.”

“Wait, I’m confused-” Anakin starts before being interrupted by the courageous man in front of him.

“Wait your turn, Jedi,” Eric sneers. “Kenobi is being held at the mothership. The chances of you both sneaking in there and then sneaking him out—especially when he holds mass importance to them—are very, very slim. You’ll need more than the force on your side for this one.” 

You shift uncomfortably in your seat, avoiding Anakin’s accusing gaze. He watches as you lick your lips nervously, fidgeting with the blaster in your hands. 

“Well, then, where do we begin?” He swallows nervously, his Adam's apple bobbing while he ponders the idea of this mission. None of this was going to be good. None of it.

“Luckily for you two,” Eric cocks a blaster, setting it down next to him, “The head chef at the Temple owes me one.” You shake your head. No fucking way. 

“Well, that’s convenient,” Anakin says, turning towards you and wiggling his eyebrows playfully. You sigh. 

“Well then, shall we begin,” You mumble, standing up and turning towards Anakin.

“Wait,” Eric furrows his brows, grabbing your arm. Y/N, just saving Kenobi doesn’t end this fight—you know that. We’ve never had an opportunity like this to end it all once and for all, not since you were part of them. We need to do more than save Kenobi—we need to save them all.” 

The weight in the room shifted; you knew there was more to this. So did Anakin. You felt nauseous, sweat pouring down your brow as you contemplated your next words carefully. None of this was easy—it never would be. But were you ready to face it? That was the million-dollar question. You swallowed, knowing exactly what needed to be done. Anakin may not like it- Hell, you didn’t either, but it’s time for this all to end, once and for all.

“Okay,” you stand up straighter, avoiding the lingering gaze of the two in front of you. Instead, you unclip the lightsaber off of your hip, holding it in your hand as you gently trace the intricate silver details along the hilt. “We’ll finish them all off, then. It’s the right thing to do.” Your palms are now sweaty as well, and your heart rate peaks as your brain tries to wrap itself around the slightly irrational and prompt decision you just made. You needed to get away from this- from the people around you and the feelings clouding your brain. The longer you waited, the harder it became to breathe.

“Y/N, wait!” Anakin watches you leave and attempts to pull you back, several questions threatening to spill from his lips. He could see the sweat, feel your heartbeat, and feel the feelings lingering behind your eyes. You walk away through the small corridors of Eric’s house and into a nearby restroom, the panic attack edging itself into your brain. 

Leaning against the wall, you mumble affirmations to yourself, breathing deeply, avoiding thinking about anything. You try to clear your mind, desperate for some peace. Desperate for something other than the situation at hand. Your body shook, your heart rate was in your ears, and your mouth was incredibly dry. You clear your throat, pick yourself off from the wall, and look into the mirror above the sink in front of you. You looked like a wreck, nails bitten, hair disheveled, and the bags under your eyes had bags. Needing a refresh, you gently splash some water on your face, patting it dry with a towel on the counter.

Your back pocket buzzes; pulling it out, you see 4 missed calls from Cora and about 50 new messages. Fuck. You take a deep breath and dial her number, hearing the line pick up the second you ring. 

“Chef?? Is everything okay? You didn’t come in to prep this morning and-”

“Cora, I need you to listen to me,” Your tone is serious, laced with a hint of sorrow. “I need you to be me for the time being.”

“Chef-”

“Listen to me. Please.” You silently beg, “Chef, I need you to be me. Please. I’ve had a crazy 24 hours, and you know I haven’t missed a day of work since opening and-” Your voice is overcome by the panic attack you were having, and you failed to realize how obvious it was.

“I’ll do it. I hope everything is okay, Chef. We’re all here for you.” You suddenly breathe out at her response, unaware of the breath you had been holding since you called. 

“Thank you, Cora; you seriously have no idea how much this means to me,”

“Don’t worry about it. Keep me updated. And stay in touch- I’ve never done this before, Chef. Not trying to fuck it up.” She giggles, attempting to lighten the mood slightly. 

“I will, no need to worry. Thank you once again.” You smile slightly at her words, ending the call and leaning back against the wall, letting yourself sink to the floor. 

You didn’t know when you started crying, just that once you did, it was hard to stop. You tried to stay quiet, knowing the men outside the door could probably hear. You choked back a sob, throwing your hand over your mouth and squeezing your eyes shut.

Anakin could hear you on the other side of the door, his heart slightly aching for you. But more than that- he could feel your pain. It was like he knew like he knew what was wrong and could take it all from you in an instant- but instead, he felt it too. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, turning back around to the headstrong man with him. 

“Eric, what don’t I know?” He approached Eric, looking at the screen with Gil’s face on it. The two of them studied the file. 

“What do you mean?” Raising a brow at Anakin’s question, he turns around with a smirk, tugging at his lips.

“I mean, like,” Anakin inhales sharply, “Why is she so cold towards me, and why does it matter if I’m the chosen one? I don’t understand the contingency of all of this.” 

“Oh, you mean she hasn’t told you?” Eric exclaims, crossing his arms across his chest, looking particularly amused with the annoyed Jedi in front of him. 

“Hasn’t told me what?” Anakins' voice was notably harsh, and he bit his lip in confusion. Eric smiled, motioning for him to follow him, and he did. He was being led to a more private room within his house, what he could only assume was Eric’s study.

“So, What exactly do you know about Y/N?” Eric leans against the wall, grinning. He knew this was going to be interesting. He also knew he probably shouldn’t be entertaining this at all, but he was doing it to help you. He knew this wasn’t exactly a conversation you wanted to have. 

“Well,” Anakin pondered the thought for a moment, furrowing his brows as reflected on Eric’s question. Did he really know anything about you? “I know she’s a chef of a restaurant-”

“Of a restaurant? Just a restaurant?” Eric scoffed at the Jedi's ignorance. Obviously, you don’t know much.” 

“I wasn’t finished-” Eric irritated Anakin. That much was obvious. But pointing out his arrogance and ignorance- well, that was a little too much for the Jedi. “I know the order forced her to join the Children of Nox. I don’t exactly know why. I know she has some weird resentment for me- no idea why. I know her family and her sister. And I know her books on the Children of Nox- I’ve read everything she’s ever written- it was the little bit of peace I could afford to have in this chaos of a fucking galaxy right now.” 

“You are the reason. The reason for it all.” Eric blurts out suddenly, squeezing his eyes and lips shut immediately afterward. Anakin raises a brow, crossing his arms defensively at Eric’s bold statement. What the fuck was he talking about? 

“Let me explain—you may want to sit down for this.” Eric motions to a chair in his study for Anakin to sit in. “And don’t tell her I told you this—I know her. She would never tell you, but I think it’ll make your life easier if you know.”

Anakin nods impatiently—he desperately needs the rest of this story. He didn’t like the feeling of this from the beginning, and now, knowing he may be involved, well, that wasn’t something he was necessarily excited about hearing. 

“Since Y/N was a child, the council kept her away from you.” Eric paced the room in front of Anakin, choosing his next words carefully, “For the longest time, she didn’t know why. She came back from the Children of Nox mission wanting to stay with The Order- I believe this was right after you had returned from protecting her sister. And your previous master- Master Kenobi- told Y/N the truth. Something about feeling ashamed for keeping it from her for this long. And upon hearing the truth- Y/N decided she had enough and she left the order.”

“I don’t- I don’t understand,” Anakin gulped nervously, lightly balling his hands in a fist and squeezing to calm himself. 

“She—well, she is also part of the Chosen One prophecy, actually,” Eric mumbles softly, diverting himself from Anakin’s stunned gaze. 

“She- what?” Anakin stood up abruptly in disbelief- there was no fucking way, “You’re fucking lying.”

“I’m not- and that is exactly how she felt.” Eric nods his head reassuringly, feeling a pang of guilt for him, “She was kept away from you for years- the Council fearing the possibilities of your strength together- at least that’s the working theory as to why they did it. But she was held back- her potential abandoned because the Council decided that you were their Chosen one- not her. It isn’t your fault- you had no idea. She’s just- well- fucking stubborn is the only thing that comes to mind.”

Anakin takes a deep breath and sits back down in his seat, feeling a wave of shock, rage, and guilt hit him all at once. He runs his hands through his hair, trying to wrap his mind around the reality that was just disclosed to him.   

“I don’t know what to say-” Anakin begins,

“Neither do I,” The boys turn, noticing you in the doorway, clearly pissed the fuck off by the conversation you just witnessed. Their hearts drop at the sight of you. You were a wave of emotions not to be fucked with- and they just committed the ultimate sin. 

“Oh fuck.”

Chapter 4.

[haven-is-happy]

Meeting the family

Summary: Echo gets some shore leave and turns his comm off

Word count: 2,3 k

Warnings: Just kissing, this is completely sfw

A/N: Had a ton on fun writing this, I hope it's good enough for your expectations. The sentence prompt is in there

Tags: @cloneficgiftexchange @wizardmando

As a general rule (gently suggested by Captain Rex to the 501st), Echo is not to be disturbed when calling with his girlfriend. Not only because of possible less-than-innocent activities on the call, but also because of how damn happy Echo was when he ends the call himself undisturbed.

When he got together with Y/N, his optimism skyrocketed. Every mission, assignment and battle was done quickly but thoroughly, so he could come back to her. He made the other troopers work faster to be done with the paperwork (much to the displeasure of Fives), cleaned up when others didn’t want to, anything to get rewarded more time off.

Even general Skywalker noticed a difference. Echo no longer went with any crazy plan Fives threw on the table. He’s stubborn enough to convince them of a safer route, or staying behind on base for the craziest assignments. 

“I want to come back home,” he answered every time. Nobody asked him what “home” was. It was against regulations, but everyone turned a blind eye.

Rex has never actually met her, but he was sure he like will like her when he does.

—---

“Well, call him again! What if it’s an emergency and we need to leave for an impromptu mission?” 

Despite Rex loving his men with all his heart like brothers, sometimes, he gets quite frustrated with their headstrong attitude. Especially if he does a headcount at breakfast and finds some of them missing.

“Maybe he went to a bar and slept over?” Jesse suggests and shovels a spoonful of military rations into his mouth.

“Impossible. It’s been more than a day. Echo is not that kind of person,” Kix counters, “I would expect that more from Fives.” He points at the trooper with his clean spoon, his face sporting a half-smirk.

From the other end of the table, he hears an offended “OI!”.

“Don’t pretend to be offended, Fives, your tab at 79’s is still open. Besides, Echo has someone waiting for him home, he wouldn’t do that.”

As if a lightbulb went off in his head, Kix turns to Rex.

“Have we checked if he isn’t with them?”

Rex shrugs. “We don’t even know if the person lives on Coruscant, much less know their location.”

Fives froze for a second in realisation. He starts hitting Jesse next to him, as if possessed.

“She is on Coruscant! I have her address in case of an emergency!”

The entire table groans.

“Then kriffin lead with that!” “Fives!” “And you didn’t tell us this sooner?!”

—

"Hear me out: Melted cheese with carrots."

"You know what, that actually might be good."

Since your leftovers ran out for lunch, Echo and you were brainstorming cooking ideas. 

Well, it is more of "Echo says a food combination and you shoot it down". It sometimes feels like he has no sense of taste, his tongue fried from eating republic rations all the time.

The holomovie has become white noise at some point, background in your conversation while you cuddle on the couch.

"The carrots have to be boiled so they don't crunch, we could maybe even use blue cheese," you list off ingredients, in thought.

"I'm sorry, WHAT cheese?!" Echo is half horrified and half curious at your statement. 

"Oh, you know, a cheese that has a bit of grown mold on it. It adds flavour and it's not bad for the body at all," you explain, watching his expression go from 100 to 200.

"How could mold on cheese be anything other than bad?"

"Actually, I have no idea. It just is," you shrug and pull out a datapad, putting in a shopping list.

Echo peers over your shoulder. 

"Does it really need that many ingredients?"

"Yeah. You need the pasta, salt - which we already have - and the sauce needs some cream, garlic, cheese and carrots. If you want to spice it up we can add some ham," you say, counting the ingredients on your fingers. You're by no means a master in the kitchen, but you want to feed your boyfriend food with ACTUAL flavour.

Echo lays his head on top of yours, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

"Can you teach me how to do it? I want to cook you something someday," he mumbles into your scalp, pressing another peck after he finishes the sentence.

"I will if you want to, but you don't need to cook me anything! I can always look up recipes or we can order takeout."

"But I want to."

It makes the corners of your mouth rise and warmth spread to your chest. What the republic thinks is a hardened soldier is also a softie who wants to learn how to cook for someone he loves.

"Thank you, love."

Echo doesn't need to move his head to see your smile, he just knows. The tone is obvious to him.

"Cooking is really complicated," he puffs out.

"Oh you have no idea. Pasta is mostly simple to do, one of the easiest dishes in fact," you point out. After sending the shopping list into the app, you toss the datapad to the side.

Now just to wait half an hour for the groceries to arrive, carried by a simple task droid.

You don't want to point your attention towards the TV or go out shopping. It feels like you're wasting precious time you have while Echo is on shore leave. You want to be wrapped up in him for the entire remainder of his vacation.

Curled in his side, you can feel every single muscle of his athletic body through the thin shirt of his blacks. He knows you don't mean anything by it when you snake a hand under his shirt and start drawing shapes into his skin. 

As always, his skin is warm to the touch, bringing you instant comfort.

By the time the movie ends, the hypnotic nature of drawing circles into Echo’s skin puts you in the sweet zone between awake and asleep. His chest rises and falls as he watches the credits (something only he ever does), syncing your breathing with his.

Warmth blooms in his heart at your sleepy form, like small fireworks in his veins. He feels as if body will burst.

“I cannot stop smiling when I look at you,” he whispers to you, making you smile in return. He isn’t even sure if your brain registered it or turned it into a pleasant dream. 

He slowly moves by centimetres on the couch into a more comfortable position to take a nap and let you snooze.

However, before Echo could even begin falling asleep with you, a sharp ring makes him flinch out of his own head.

An adorable whine leaves your throat.

“Is the food here?” Echo asks and gently takes your arm off him, getting up to get whatever is at the door.

“Hopefully,” you grumble out and lay down flat on the couch, covering where Echo was sitting.

“Can you put everything but the bread in the fridge? I’ll cook in an hour,” you speak up, louder than usual so Echo hears you through the apartment.

You hear the door open and then-

“What the kriff are you doing here?!”

You shoot up from the couch so fast your head nearly spins. Echo rarely swears so to you, this would be a jedi-level threat.

“Well you didn’t answer your comm so Fives told me where your partner lives-” “That information is for emergencies!” an identical voice replies to your boyfriend before getting shot down by (what you assume is) your Echo.

When you get into the line of sight of the door, you realise why.

There, right outside the threshold of your door, stand at least six clones, all wearing the same armour Echo has left neatly in a pile by your shoes. All of them have lines, triangles and patterns painted on their helmets in blue, black or red.

Echo’s legion.

“Well you weren’t answering your comm and… oh…” a blonde trooper in the front with his helmet under his arm speaks out and trails off when his eyes land on you.

“Yeah, I have told you I am away.” You’d think his annoyed voice is hot if you weren’t in a situation that could put him at such risk.

Right behind the blonde clone (who you assume is his caprain Rex from what he Echo told you) is a clone with a standard haircut and a number five tattooed on his temple in galactic basic.

His twin, Fives. You remember his tattoo from a conversation you’ve had with Echo. You wanted to meet him some day as he means so much to your boyfriend, but you have hoped that the meeting would be in better circumstances.

Before anything else can happen, you want to diffuse the situation. You don’t know if a clone trooper legally be in a relationship, as the war made the Senate refuse to look at anything else (certainly not look at the rights of the soldiers fighting said war). You might be in deep waters.

“Good afternoon sir. Is Echo in trouble?” You inwardly grimace. That was such a stupid question to ask, acting guilty in the court before even getting called to the stand.

A small smile gets to the captain’s lips.

“No, he isn’t. We’re just here to check on him because he wasn’t answering his comm.”

Some of the weight leaves your shoulders. You really didn’t want the first meeting with his brothers to be about disciplinary actions.

Echo’s entire face goes red, caught in the act. “I thought I put it on emergency only,” he tries justifying.

“Next time, double check. I sent you a message an hour ago. We wanted to know where you are,” another clone, one with a republic tattoo across his face, suggests.

“I told commander Cody that I am taking a day of shore leave. Did he not tell you guys?” Something shifts in Echo, like a knot coming loose. His stance shifts to be more relaxed and a single hand reaches out for your own.

His captain takes out a datapad and reads through messages while you two watch, previous anxiety dissipating just a smidge  .

“Ah, Cody got called away yesterday for a diplomatic mission.” The captain puts away his device and turns back to Echo.

“I- didn’t know that. Sorry Rex” utters your boyfriend and squeezes your hand. You squeeze back, seeing the guilty look on his face.

“It’s alright, you couldn’t have known, General Kenobi got the call and needed to leave immediately,” the blonde, Rex, reaches out a hand and pats his shoulder. 

Then, his head turns to you and he nods respectfully. “Nice to meet you ma’am. We’ll be going, sorry to bother you.”

“No problem at all,” you reply and watch the troopers utter variations of hellos and goodbyes, with his twin being the last to leave your porch.

He sends you a mischievous smile and reaches out a hand to shake yours. “I’ll stop by some time.”

He sends him a glare as he pulls away. Fives pats his shoulder and turns around, jogging to catch up with the rest of his brothers.

You lead Echo back inside your apartment and shut the door behind. His hand leaves yours and he kneels next to his armour to take out the commlink from his pack. He pushes a button, switching it on.

A bit sheepish, he puts it back and stands up. “Sorry you had to meet my captain and brothers for the first time like this,” he looks down.

You reach out a hand to cup his cheek and lift up his head to make him look at you.

“It’s fine, I’m just glad you’re not in trouble,” you say softly and curl your free arm against his waist. His hands instinctively reach out to rest at your hips and bring you closer.

“I really wanted my comm to be off for the day, to spend the time with you. I’m sorry mesh’la.”

“Stop saying sorry for things out of your control. Your captain is sweet for wanting to check on you.”

He brings your foreheads together, something you have learnt is a kiss in his culture.

“Still, we could have gone through our day without this. I want to be here with you. For you. I don’t want you to feel like we are one message away from never seeing eachother again,” he murmurs.

You sigh with a sad look on your face.

“But we are, Echo. And that’s the reality. But that doesn’t mean you aren’t here for me,” you reply and pull away just enough so you can kiss his cheek and then bury your face in his neck. 

His hands go from your hips to hugging you. It’s the kind of bear hug that makes it impossible to breathe deeply, but you’re okay with that.

“I’m here for you too,” you whisper into his skin and land a peck on the junction of his neck and shoulder.

His arms falter and he pulls away, only to kiss you like his life depends on it.

He has no qualms pushing his tongue past your lips, multitasking while gently walking the two of you over to your couch.

“Kriff!” you squeak out as you stumble a bit, unaware of your surroundings from the haze of kissing. You stabilise yourself against Echo’s muscular chest and plant your feet firmly, making your boyfriend almost lose balance in return.

As you both regain your footing, your eyes meet again and you both snicker at the clumsy attempt at romance.

You want to lead Echo towards your couch to continue the session, but the bell rings again.

“So help me force Fives, if it’s you, I am going to put sand in your bed!”

“I think that’s just the delivery droid. It’s been an hour.”

“Oh, cool. Can you show me the recipe?”

[clonemando]

alrigth so plz ignore this if you don't like the prompt-

but imagine the 501st in a Order 66 fix-it AU where the empire never happened and eyeryone lived dealing with Jedi younglings looking at them like they hung the stars. (listen, those kids already idolized Anakin to some extend so there is solid reason to believe that they ALSO idolized these super cool clone guys who are super strong and go on super cool adventures to defend the galaxy)

This was a really fun prompt and I could probably write about this forever but here's a little something that was spawned from your prompt. In this AU Palps is murdered off screen and the Jedi added the Clones to the order under a new branch.

Rex sighed as he carefully made his way through the temple searching for Fives. He knew that letting his ARCs loose for even a minute was asking for trouble but Cody had invited him out and now they were citizens, they had rights and their own bank accounts through the Jedi order, which meant they could buy things. He couldn't say no to drinks and shopping and complaining about their new safe jobs in the Jedi Security Force. Well safer anyway. Nothing would ever be 100% safe when it came to the Jedi.

The point was, now he was sober and needed Fives' to finish his own forms from their last mission so he could do his own work but his ARC was nowhere to be found in the new Clone wing of the temple. He had asked around and been told that a group of younglings had kidnapped Fives and dragged him away to their clan dorms which had led him all over the temple now.

"Trooper Fives is it really true you fought off the Sith lord all by yourself?" A little voice asked excitedly as Rex walked in and Fives grinned.

"I heard he stole the Sith Lord's lightsaber and stabbed him with it so hard the Sith EXPLODED!" Another youngling added and Rex snorted causing them all to look up at him.

"Are you lying to the Jedi cadets Fives?" He asked crossing his arms as all the kids gasped and immediately abandoned their current perches crawling over Fives to come surround Rex.

"You're Captain Rex aren't you? You're the the coolest trooper in all the GAR! We had a whole test about you!" One said making Rex's cheeks burn.

"He's not a Captain anymore dummy! He got promoted to a Commander after Knight Skywalker left the order to marry Senator Amidala after the war ended." Another cut in and Rex raised his hands.

"I'm not either anymore cadets, the war is over. We all retired those positions." He pointed out to hopefully stop the argument from starting.

"Yeah, he's Knight Rex now. When the Order accepted the clones into the ranks, we were given positions just like the ones you use. Do you still want to hear about how we defeated the evil Sith Lord?" Fives added giving Rex a bright grin that made Rex roll his eyes.

"Fives didn't kill the Sith, though he was there. Fox killed the Sith with help from Masters Windu, Kenobi, Koon and many others. However Fox is grumpy and hates being bothered so he made up the story that Fives killed Palpatine to keep from being in the spotlight." Rex told them and a few pouted nearly as hard as Fives was now pouting at him.

"But then why would you tell us that? Wouldn't that be giving away his secret?" One of the younglings asked and Rex nodded.

"You all have grown up together haven't you? Fox is my big brother. I have a job as his little brother to annoy him as much as possible... so I suggest you all go ask him to tell you the true story of that night and tell him that Rex sent you." He said with a wink that made them all giggle and run off to go try to find Fox.

"I'm only not mad at you for stealing my fan club because Fox is going to be livid at you now." Fives said picking himself up and Rex chuckled.

"You have green clan still sending us drawings of you with all of them from when you saved them from that rogue cleaning droid, you don't need another fan club. Now come on Knight Fives... our new positions means you have paperwork that needs to be done." He pointed out and Fives whined but let Rex drag him back toward the Clone quarters.

[actuallybarb]

softest sweater

pairing: captain rex x gn!reader

warnings: one curse word i think, reader and rex shower together but there’s nothing sexual, ahsoka is sad, there’s literally no plot this is just self-indulgent fluff

word count: 0.86k

a/n: i just want it to stop being 104° every day and have a clone trooper to call my own. modern au, i guess, but nothing is specified. i wrote this in, like, an hour, so pls forgive any mistakes

The sleeves of your sweater were pushed up over your elbows as you washed the growing pile of dishes in the sink, watching the rain fall from your kitchen window. Since the window faced your backyard, you didn’t see whoever it was that knocked on your front door. One quick glance through the peephole, though, had you throwing it open.

Ahsoka stood on your front step, completely soaked through. You pulled her into your home, and with the sounds of the storm shut out with the closed door, you could properly hear her choked back sobs.

“‘Soka?”

“Barriss, she—she broke up with me.”

“Oh, baby.” Water be damned, you pulled her into a hug, softly stroking her cold montrals. “Everything’s gonna be okay.”

She pulled back and wiped at her eyes, still sniffling. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

“I’m glad you came here. Do you want to talk about it?” She shook her head, water falling off of her. “Raid the closet for something dry, I’ll get you some food.”

She pulled you into another hug and mumbled, “Thank you,” into your chest.

You turned back into the kitchen and set the oven to preheat, then sent a quick message.

She’s with me.

After you put the frozen pizza into the oven and started on some cookie dough, your front door opened again. Heavy footsteps turned into soft ones as boots were taken off by the door to dry, then Rex stepped into your kitchen and wrapped his arms around you, tucking his chin on your shoulder.

You leaned back into him as he pressed a gentle kiss to your neck, giggling when sweater fluff got into his mouth and made him sputter. “Hey.”

“Hey. Cookies?”

“And pizza.“ You looked over your shoulder and kissed his jaw before saying quietly, “Barriss broke up with her. She walked here in the rain.”

“Ah, shit. Poor kid.”

“I’d wait for her to come downstairs before you get changed.”

“Probably a good call.” He moved around you and pulled out the brown sugar and flour and passed both of them to you. “And how was your day?”

“Camrac still hasn’t been fired, so, you know, it wasn’t great.” You grin at his muffled chuckle. “It was fine, nothing unexpected. I’m sure I’ll think of something worthwhile to tell you later.”

He smiled. “Looking forward to it.” He took the mixing bowl from your hands and covered the top with a towel, then put it in the fridge to chill. Then he pulled on the oven mitts and carefully removed the pizza from the oven.

Ahsoka appeared at the entrance to the kitchen, wearing one of your softest sweaters and some of Rex’s shorts, rubbing at her eye.

“Hey, kid.”

“Hi Rex.” She walked toward him and tucked herself into his side, his arm tightly wrapped around her shoulders. “Is that pizza?”

“And there’s cookie dough in the fridge.” You sliced the pizza and grabbed some plates. “Movie?”

She nodded. “Movie.”

The three of you arranged yourselves on the couch and got lost in the film. When the pizza and cookie dough were gone, Ahsoka’s head ended up in Rex’s lap, and his head ended up on your shoulder.

His eyes fluttered open as the credits started to roll. “I missed it?”

You snickered and kissed his cheek. “That’s why we picked one we’d all seen before.” You glanced down at the Togruta and smiled softly. “Will you carry her upstairs?”

“Yeah, I’ve got her, you go turn down the bed.”

You crouch down to her level and place a warm hand on her shoulder. “‘Soka?”

“Hmm?”

“We’re gonna take you upstairs.” She started to sit up and open her eyes, but you increased the pressure on her shoulder just barely. “Rex will carry you, baby, just lift your head.”

She did as you instructed and Rex lifted her easily, then they followed you up the stairs. You pulled the covers back on the spare bed, then tucked her in when Rex set her down, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. Then you plugged in a soft night light before closing the door.

Rex already had the shower running when you entered the en suite bathroom of your room, and you groaned as the eucalyptus scented steam filled the space. “You spoil me.”

“I treat you exactly the way you deserve.”

You both stripped down and stepped into the shower, grateful once again you installed the overhead shower head when you first moved in.

Rex’s hair was easy to wash, and you had him purring for you as you scratched product into his scalp.

He happily returned the favor.

The rain finally stopped as the two of you dried off, changed into pajamas, and slipped into bed. Rex, the living furnace, opened his arms and let you curl into him, your head on his chest. He hummed in contentment as he stroked his fingers up and down your back. Your eyes slowly started to close, and you hummed back.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Your family, all under one roof, safe and dry and warm.

There’s nothing else you could’ve asked for.

[kometqh]

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭

Captain Rex x F!Jedi!Reader Pt.2 Your first kiss with Rex, when the two of you were young and hopeful, and your last one, where he wished for nothing more than to protect you, to be by your side until your very last breath. Word Count: 5389 Warnings: Minor swearing (?), sad Rex, creepy man alert. A/N: I'm not proud of or satisfied with the first half, but I needed to pour my Rex love out into words &lt;3

The first time you and Rex shared a kiss, it was.. Sudden. It was thrilling. It was indescribable, really.

It had blood rushing to your cheeks in spurs, heat spreading throughout your body as his fingers gripped bruises onto your hips, his lips hot and soft against your own, trapping you between his broad shoulders and an old, sticky counter.

The two of you had been sent on a mission, a Jedi and a Clone Captain. Hand in hand, the two of you played a newly married couple as you had been tasked by the Jedi Council. At first, you had no objections, but when you realised it meant the two of you would be fully and wholly alone, your hands began to tremble, your heart began to rattle and all your resolve seemed to crumble.

Sure, you were solid in your beliefs, and that included ignoring your ever-growing crush on the blonde, tan-skinned, honey eyed Captain of the 501st. 

But with more convincing, General Skywalker and Kenobi had managed to get you to agree, and soon the two of you were shipped off to a supposedly Neutral planet, where your bounty hunter had taken cover from the GAR's watchful eyes.

The air on this planet was nothing short of stuffy, particles clinging to your lungs like thick lumps of goo. The streets were nothing but grime, sweat and dirt as your eyes scanned the place. There were potholes in the roads, small crowds of traders and sellers and horse-riders, as well as the occasional trios of smokers that hung outside bars. The streetlights were the only source of light, the planet's moons having been hidden away behind a thick, lingering swarm of clouds.

Rex could feel your shoulders stiffening, and on instinct he had pulled you closer. According to the coordinates provided by General Kenobi, the bounty hunters' hideout was just a mere few-minute walk away from your current position, and so, the two of you made your way there. 

Numerous stall owners had attempted to steal your attention away, offering glamorous jewels and accessories and flashy trinkets, but were quickly shut up and dismissed by one hard glare from Rex, his fingers finding solace on your shoulder, keeping you protectively close.

He himself wasn't all too willing to embark onto this mission, but an order was an order, no matter how hard General Skywalker attempted to mask it as a request, as a choice.

And now, having you this close, Rex was almost forced to question all the rules and regulations that the longnecks and the Council and the Republic had imposed, had implanted into the clones, onto himself. With your scent invading his senses, with your warmth being shared between the two of you, Rex wasn't so sure if he was willing to stay single for the rest of his life.

Not when your nimble fingers latched themselves around his biceps like soft snares, caressing and squeezing the flesh, feeling the sturdy muscle beneath. He could feel goose bumps rise across his arms and shoulders, as your touch set off fiery sparks on his skin, as your gaze melted away his cold exterior.

As he glanced down at you, his chest tightened, seeing the way the orange lights warmed up your face, created a warm glow, made you look prettier, enhanced your features. A hint of a shadow danced across your cheekbones from under your lashes, microscopic freckles scattered across like stars in the night sky. Maybe, just maybe, one day the two of you would live in a Republic where he could, where he would, confess his adoration for you. 

But he saw no such thing happening anytime soon.

His thoughts were interrupted as a loud, irritating whistle caught his attention, and you came to a slow halt.

"Whatcha got there, lad? You sellin'?" A scratchy voice had asked, and Rex's eyes narrowed as he noticed a Weequay pirate had made his way over to them, his eyes scanning you up and down, hunger swirling in his thin, cat-like irises. A smirk tugged at his awfully chapped lips, and his right hand was perched on his hip, settling just above his blaster.

A weak gasp left your lips as Rex half-shielded your body from view, and if you hadn't been pushed behind him, maybe your heart would have pumped faster at the sight of his frown.

"Can't you see she's taken, lad?" Rex asked, his voice loud and sturdy as he glared at the man. You didn't have your lightsabers on you, nor could you fight off the pirate whilst undercover.

"Woah woah, calm down my friend, I was merely asking." The pirate stated, a frown appearing on his face as he looked between your seemingly spooked figure and Rex's ready-to-fight stance.

Looking up at Rex, you tugged on his hand, silently pleading to keep moving. Your lightsaber was safely stored away in Rex's backpack, and it meant you couldn't have acted as swiftly as you would of if it had instead been attached to your hip.

With a groan, Rex shoo his head, puffing his chest out like a proud lion. "She is not for sale, she's with me, she's my wife, and you, you better keep your grubby paws and eyes off her." Rex growled out, his chest rumbling with a newfound dominance.

"Or else-"

"Rex.." You whispered, one handlightly tugging his shoulder, "It's okay. Let's keep going." You insisted, snaking your hand along the side of his neck to cup his jaw. His gaze softened at the sight of you, and with a small nod of his head, the two of you moved away, Rex bumping into the pirate's shoulder with more than enough force to knock him to the ground.

The two of you walked in a semi-comfortable silence, not exchanging any words, and you preferred that. If you had to speak now, you were worried you'd stumble over your words and start blushing like a teenager. He was so effortlessly kind, so thoughtful, so sweet. 

What would you do without your favourite Captain? 

Probably sink into the earth or something.

Looking up, a small smile appeared on your lips; the clouds were scattering away under the wind currents, and the twin moons were beginning to peak out from under their cover. A cool, blue light engulfed the two of you, mixing with the war orange glow from the street stands, and your breath was caught in your throat as you looked up to Rex. 

His honey eyes reflected the purple mix, darkening under it as he stared ahead, occasionally glancing at his holopad. There was a familiar crease settled between his brows, crows feet crinkling at the outer corners of his eyes as his expression screamed 'Focused!', his gloved hand warm against the bare skin on your bicep.

His stubble, which he usually kept cleanly shaven, was now beginning to grow back, giving him a more mature, yet tired look. Your fingers itched to just caress his face, to feel those short, spiky hairs against your palm, to make him feel at ease under your touch.

He glanced to the side, his eyes widening as the two of you made instant eye contact, but a soft smirk appeared when he noticed you hurriedly looking away, anywhere but him.

He definitely liked to see you flustered.

After a short while, the two of you came to a stop in front of a small staircase, a few lingering figures smoking, and tall, dark brown doors that led to the inside of the club. 

The figures scoffed at the sight of you, muttering something about being 'rich' or too 'formal', but you paid them no mind as Rex placed his palm on the small of your back, glancing sideways as he ushered you forward.

As the doors opened, your senses were flooded with the smell and feel of thick smoke, choking you from the inside-out more so than the air outside. Loud music pumped through hidden speakers, and a swarm of bodies was tangled up on the dance floor, moving in rhythmic beats, flashing lights and singing making the room feel stuffy, and much smaller than it really was.

There was sweat on the walls, different coloured lights basking the otherwise dark space in all shades of the rainbow. 

Quickly, you took a hold of Rex's bicep, stuttering in your steps as you looked to him for guidance, and the male felt a surge of pride sprouting in his chest, knowing that you trusted him enough to seek protection from him. 

Without a second thought, he lead you to the bar, ordering the two of you drinks strong enough to survive the clamminess of the place.

Then, the two of you found seats at a faraway booth, sitting close enough for your arms to touch. You took an awkward sip of your drink, a horrible bitterness hammering your tongue, a shiver going down your spine as the liquid burned the back of your throat.

"What was this called again, Rex? Beer?" You semi-shouted over the loud music, your lips just inches away from touching his ear.

Without a thought, Rex turned his face to you, towering lightly over you as you leaned against his shoulder. Your eyes widened, a soft gasp parting your lips. His own eyes looked over yours, a smirk on his lips.

"Yeah, it's called beer, mesh'la. Why? D'you not like it?" He asked, nudging his chin to point at the glass. He watched as you chewed on your bottom lip, suppressing the grimace that fought to make its way onto your face. 

He never really saw you be so expressive around anyone else, not even around General Skywalker and General Kenobi. Was he an exception? He had waited to spend one-on-one time with you for so long, always being stuck by Skywalker's side.

A smirk tugged at his lips, and Rex couldn't stop himself from putting an arm around your shoulders, pulling you impossibly closer. The gasp that escaped your lips was luckily covered by the loud booming of the music, and the flush on your face was somewhat masked by the bouncing lights, or so you hoped. 

Rex's breath fanned over the top of your head, his hand tracing circles into your skin, though his eyes remained observant, scanning the room, as he took another sip of his own drink. 

You looked back to your own drink, a scowl forming on your face as you cringed at the thought of having to finish it. But, a plan formed in your mind. The two of you were supposed to be playing a couple in love, right?

Why not.. spice things up a little?

Without a second thought, you turned to Rex.

"If you drink that whole glass in ten seconds, the rest of the drinks will be on me tonight." Your voice was loud, your lungs straining to produce sound over the music, but it seemed to work as Rex thought about your offer, taking a moment to reply.

"And I get to choose?" He asked, his breath fanning over the shell of your ear. 

With an eager nod, you watched Rex sigh defeatedly, reaching over for your glass. 

"But you better be fair, or else." He winked at you, and neared the glass to his lips. His brothers often engaged in games like this, making bets or starting competitions, their favourite being 'How to get Fives drunk the fastest' or 'How to make Fives strip tease for the civvies'. 

He himself never got drunk, only somewhat tipsy, so it would definitely be a new experience for him. 

Drinking with you by his side, without the peering eyes of his brothers or the Republic. Here, it was just him and you.

"On the count of one," You begun, a grin growing on your lips as Rex readied himself, "Three.." His posture straightened up, his gaze daring you, "Two.." His grip on the glass tightened, and you felt yourself swallowing a growing lump, looking up at Rex through a thick curtain of lashes, lips parted, "One!"

With that, you began counting down, swallowing thickly as you watched Rex tilt the glass, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with every gulp he took. You almost considered speeding up your counting, as in five seconds he was done with half of the glass.

A laugh escaped you as some of the beer began to spill down his chin, rolling in thick beads down his neck. At that point, he won. Your attention was completely focused on his neck, eyes glazing over him eagerly, and you wondered what it would be like to trace the column of his neck, to lick the alcohol off of his neck, would he like that? What would he sound like?

"Done!" Rex's exclamation startled you, the bang of the glass against the table effectively making you jump out of your skin. 

A loud laugh echoed, and as you looked up, Rex was just wiping his lips.

"Now, you owe me a drink," He said, taking a hold of your chin as he cheekily smiled, "Or a couple." He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, and rested back against the booth seat.

With a roll of your eyes, you got up from your seat and made your way towards the bar.

"Five shots of Spotchka for me mesh'la!" He shouted after you, and a laugh escaped your lips. As you ordered the drinks, a giddy smile tugged at your lips. Who would have thought that the two of you could share such a normal, such an ordinary day together? Especially at a bar like this of all places? Not even in your wildest dreams would you have imagined Rex and you playing a couple, clinging onto each other like koalas, or sharing drinks like this.

Never would you have imagined you would get the chance to be close to Rex like this, maybe if one of you were carrying the other off a battlefield, but that's it really.

You were one lucky-

"You alone miss?" Someone spoke lowly into your ear, a foreign hand caressing the small of your back. 

"What the-" You turned around, shaking away from their touch. "Who are you?" You asked, one eyebrow quirked as you looked the man up and down. He was definitely a local, dressed in dark brown trousers and khaki coloured shirt, his face looked worn, wrinkles scattered all over, his beard outgrowing a stubble and his breath reeked of alcohol and cigarrettes.

His eyes though, they were sullen and fighting against his will to stay awake and upright, they showed an exhausted man, a vexed man, a dangerous man. You knew that without your lightsaber you'd be completely and utterly screwed, but maybe you could talk your way out of this?

"I've been looking for some.. fresh meat," He paused, licking his lips as he looked you up and down, expectantly. His breath stank, and you had to fight really hard not to let your disgust show. "You looked a bit lonely, y'know.." He continued, and you felt a shiver run up your spine as he reached a hand to caress your shoulder.

Thinking back to how Rex was probably waiting for you, you felt a sense of comfort; he'd come if you took too long.

"Well actually I-I'm with someone-" You tried to reason, but the man shut you up with a sharp glare and a sloppy shake of his head. 

"No no, sweetheart, I think you misunderstood me," He growled out, voice rumbling in your ears, "You're coming with me." 

His rough hand felt like sand paper to your skin, unlike Rex's gentle, careful fingers that worked their way to yours, held you with so much care. 

His shirt slouched over his bony form, and you could see sweat staining the material. 

"Sir, I would advise you to let go of me or-"

"Or what? What are you gonna do, sweetheart? Scream? Kick?" He taunted, trapping your body between his own and the bar. Why was no one batting an eye at this? Was everyone so horribly drunk? Where was Rex?

You shook your head, pushing at his chest. 

"Just let go of me you creep." You hissed, freeing yourself from his grasps. A scowl overtook his features, a red light shining directly onto his face. What the hell? Why was he so stubborn on taking you away? 

Just as his lips parted, his small frame was roughly shoved to the side, and you paused in your tracks as something soft, something warm crashed against your lips. 

Large hands held your hips in place as his lips melted against yours, pushing against you, body flush against your own. Your eyes snapped open, but closed once more when you realised who it was. 

Your arms snaked around his neck, nails grazing against his scalp as you reciprocated this welcomed feeling. Your breaths mingled together, his tongue poking out to lick at your bottom lip, wordlessly asking for permission.

Granting it, your tongues swirled together, and he hummed in approval as his hips pushed you further into the counter, the wood digging painfully into the skin and bones. His body towered over yours as the two of you kissed, completely lost in each other's warm embrace, completely forgetting about the creep that had now moved away, shaking his head and muttering disgruntled 'Okay I get it's'.

As Rex slowly pulled away, you found yourself chasing his lips, almost whining at the loss of warmth. But a small smile tugged at your lips as you looked into his eyes, noticing how glazed over his irises were, how softly he looked at you, as if you were his precious treasure, his whole world, his universe. 

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that for, mesh'la." He mumbled as he leaned his forehead against yours, his eyes fluttered close with a content smile on his face.

A soft huff escaped through your nose, and you softly nodded, placing a chaste kiss to his lips.

"Me too, Captain, me too."

The last time you and Rex kissed, it was passionate, it was hopeful, it was precious.

There was a spare hour before you and your squadron were to depart for another search-and-rescue mission, off to a rather politically-influential planet, busy with preparing your ships, guns, provisions, belongings and, most of all, your goodbyes. You were confident that the mission would be a successful one, after all, how hard was it to find a missing princess?

However, the creases etched onto Rex's features had your chest tightening, had you gnawing on the inside of your cheek, had you fiddling with your fingers. That familiar scrunch of his eyebrows, whenever he was anxious, was present, crow's feet dancing at the outer corners of his eyes. 

He kept his hands grasped together behind his back as he paced the hallway outside your room in circles, muttering and mumbling under his nose with hushed breaths.

The apples of his cheeks that were normally so full and chubby, were now sullen and drained of their usual roundness, the familiar bright glint in his starry eyes you loved so much, suddenly replaced by a dark, dusky chill. 

As the door to your room slid open, Rex had lifted his head, golden puppy eyes widened, relief flooding his features. His pacing had come to a slow stop as he peered at you, breathless. 

A sigh escaped your lips, the muscles in your throat tensing, your shoulders stiffening.

"Rex..? What's-" He was quick to interrupt your words, grasping your shoulders in a gentle hold as he pushed you back inside your quarters, the doors shutting behind him with a gentle whizz and thud. 

"Mesh'la.. You can't go." As the words left his lips, your heart squeezed, like a wet rug being drained of water. It twisted and pulled, tugging at the heartstrings until they were ready to burst. Where was this coming from, why was he so worried? It was only going to be a simple mission. The corners of your lips tugged downwards in a frown, suddenly gaining on a new weight to them that hadn't been there before. 

Your hands came up to hold his face, smoothing out the lines that had scattered across. 

"Rex, what's gotten into you? What's wrong?" You asked, your voice merely a hushed whisper as you neared your face to his. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed harshly, nervously. His eyes searched yours, the first hint of tears surfacing. 

His hold against you was tight, yet so full of love and care. One of his hands had slid up to cradle the side of your face, the pad of his thumb gently caressing the soft skin underneath, his warmth radiating onto you like a heavy blanket. His scent, the scent of fresh aftershave and gunpowder, was invading your senses, binding you completely useless under the spell of your lover.

With a shaky exhale, his eyes fluttered closed, crows feet tugging at the corners before he opened them back up, his feelings hidden behind an array of lusciously thick lashes and a steel-hard facade.

"That thing.. What Fives said b-before he- before he died," He paused, his gaze dropping down to the floor, his shoulders stuttering under the shakiness of his breaths, "About the chips. What if it's true?"

At that, your lips merged into a fine line, your hold on his face losening just the slightest. 

"Rex, look at me," You spoke, lifting his chin with the tips of your fingers, soft stubble brushing against the pads, "Do you truly believe in what he said?" You questioned, searching his eyes for something, for a clue. If this worried him so much, then why did he keep it hidden from you until now? Did he hear something he shouldn't have? Did he see something that confirmed what Fives had said?

"I didn't see or hear anything, if that's what you're thinking, mesh'la," His quiet voice just barely reached your ears, the gravelly hum grazing against the shells of your ears, like waves crashing against a sandy shore, and you wouldn't have heard his hushed whisper if you weren't leaning in so close, "But General Skywalker.. he- he hasn't been the same since Ahsoka left the order, he's been more unnerved, more reckless, more irrational and he's putting my squadron, my men, my brothers in danger, kriff, even you!" He exclaimed, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. His stomach twisted and turned, bile readily rising, burning, in his throat as he realised what he had just said. 

If this was anyone but you, he was sure to be court martialed, accused of treason or desserting the army, or conspiring, even. But this wasn't just anyone, this wasn't General Kenobi or Master Windu; this was you. His General, his friend, his comfort, his love.

Surely, you'd understand where he was coming from. 

You had allowed him a short respite, pulling him into your embrace as the tears had begun to spill over. One hand caressing his hair, the other rubbed comforting circles into the tense muscles on his back. He wasn't wearing his armour, for some weird enough reason, though you could inquire about that later. 

For now, Rex's wellbeing was your priority.

Your lips gently brushed against his ear as you spoke, your voice smooth and soft, like velvet, barely rising above a whisper. "Rex, we both know, forming attachments, relationships, is strictly forbidden.. But, has that ever stopped anyone? It certainly hasn't stopped me or you, so it definitely hasn't stopped General Skywalker," You paused, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his sickeningly sweet scent, "Ahsoka was like a daughter to him, Rex, a little sister to you. He's going through the same pain as you, but multiply that by two." You whispered, feeling Rex's silent tears ease into light, stuttering breaths, his gloved hands grasping tightly onto your robes.

The distant hum of active machinery and faraway footsteps filled the silence between the two of you, bouncing off the iron-hard walls, drowning out the sound of your breathing, masking the sound of Rex's gentle, feather-light tears and sobs. 

He had been through far too much in his short life, he had seen too much, heard, experienced more than enough. The numerous, countless deaths of his brothers, each dying on a cursed battlefield, sacrificing their lives dying for a cause that did little to care for them. The disappearance of Echo, the death of Hardcase, the death of Fives. All men who had been by his side for so, so many years. 

And then, General Tano leaving the Jedi order. 

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. 

He could no longer force and tie down that sense of fear, that sense of insecurity which twisted at his heartstrings, constricting painfully each time a new terror occurred. It squeezed at his lungs, suffocating him, dragging him down like a boulder tied to one of the many seas found on Kamino. 

Kamino. 

His.. home?

The longnecks never did care for the Clones, all they were to them was a moneygrab. An expensive one, at that. Who knew when the Republic would run out of money to produce more clones? Who knew when they would get tired of the many fruitless battles they so bravely fought? Who knew?

Those questions plagued Rex's mind like a stalkish nightmare, always there, hiding away in the deepest corners of his mind, creeping in every time he'd let his eyelids flutter closed.

But then, there was a light.

A golden, brightly burning flame, offered by an extended hand. 

It came in the form of your touch. 

Anytime you'd touch his shoulder, graze the soft skin of your palm along his jaw, place feather-light kisses against his nape, Rex could feel the tightness-

No. 

He could feel the fear that clawedat his chest slowly dissipate away. Inch by inch, the feeling of your skin against his, the sound of your voice dripping like honey, the warmth that radiated off of you like the sun, it washed the sticky, oozing black substance away in waves, it purged the darkness that tried to taint his heart and mind, his resolve and his beliefs.

His breathing had slowly come to a still, the trembling that had travelled throughout his body had eventually ceased, allowing the two of you to sit in a comfortable, peaceful silence. 

His fingers caressed the soft material of your shirt, tracing each slight bump of bone within the curve of your spine, his heart swelling with adoration at every soft exhale and chuckle that escaped your chest at his ministrations.

With you hidden away in his arms, away from harm's way, Rex began to feel at peace again. 

But that's just what you did; you put anyone and everyone at ease. You just had that effect. 

He didn't know if it was something to do with your force-sensitivity, or if it was just a personality trait. He wasn't about to complain though.

The tip of his nose gently nudged against the top of your head, slowly, taking note of the change in the scent. The corners of his lips nudged slightly upwards, crows feet tugging at the corners of his tired eyes.

"New shampoo?" He asked, his voice low and raspyed as he continued inhaling your scent.

Underneath him, he felt vibrations, your shoulders shaking as you snickered in his arms, the air escaping your lungs in short, joyful tufts.

"Yeah, I was getting fed up of the one provided by the Republic. It's peach scented, d'you like it?" You had asked, tilting your head upwards to catch a glimpse of his honey-glazed eyes. As he looked at you, he couldn't help the rapid rattling of his heart, warmth flooding his chest at the sight of you.

Your face tilted upwards, hands grasping his biceps, lone tufts of hair framing your face, the smug smile on your face as you looked up at him with those beautiful, glassy irises. It was like you were his own personal sunshine, small enough for him to cradle you within his clutches, tuck you away into his pocket, keep you by his side during combat.

Warm enough to chip away at the foul insecurities and fears that clogged his mind during his every waking moment. 

His gaze flickered to your lips, and Rex sucked in a sharp breath as he noticed you nibbling lightly on your bottom lip, a shadow cast onto your cheekbones through a row of long, luscious lashes. 

Neither of you said a word as Rex's hand cradled the side of your face, closing the short gap between the two of you. You closed your eyes, a joyful huff escaping your chest as his lips collided with yours in a passionate, slow exchange. 

His fingers caressed your skin with such care, with such gentleness, with such love, it made your heart beat faster and your blood burn hot with adoration. They swept down from the top of your cheekbone, along the shell of your ear, and finally found their place on your jawbone, his pinky settling for caressing small, short strokes along your jaw and the top of your neck. His other hand came up to do the same, pulling you closer than was thought to be humanly possible.

His breath fanned over your face, and his scent flooded your nostrils, soft vanilla mixed with his natural musky scent. 

It invaded your senses, engulfing you like a chilly summer afternoon on one of your rare days off, like the warm summer rain that soaked your clothes, tugged at the tips of your hair, like the warm rays of sun that peaked through the windows as you slept, summoning you to wake up, to feel alive, to feel loved.

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips, your tongue brushing against Rex's bottom lip. You felt his shoulders shake under the heaviness of your palms, and it was soon followed by a soft chuckle as his hands tilted your head, angling it to provide him better access to your body, your lips, your soul. 

Your lips melting together, your heart swells with admiration and love for your soldier, and for a moment a fleeting thought wedges itself inside your mind; you and Rex. You and Rex and small children, a tall farmhouse sat behind your figures as the children splash around in a shallow pond, their joyful screams and shouts bringing a smile to your face as you and Rex relax further back, his arm cradling you close to his body.

But that thought is gone as fast as it came, a ghost of your past wishes and longings. But maybe, just maybe once the war ended, the two of you would be able to achieve such a future. Afterall, where there is love, there is hope, and where there is hope, there is life, right?

The two of you are interrupted as your intercom goes off, signaling for your attention. The incessant beeping is loud and repetitive, enough to cause a tension headache in you. 

Slowly, you began to pull away, your eyes fluttering open once more, your lips stinging as the cold air of your room replaced the warm plush of Rex's lips. You swallowed hard, releasing a short breath as you looked up into his golden eyes again, a pained expression settled in them again.

"Rex.. It's time for me to go," You whispered, bringing your hand up to caress his face as the man pulled you close, his fingers fiddling with the material of your shirt. He burried his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent one last time, "I will contact you as soon as we land, or if anything happens, okay?" You asked, nudging his forehead with yours.

As he lifted his head, Rex felt that same fear overcome him again, tearing away at his heart, choking him up in an iron-tight hold.

"You better update me on everything, and I mean everything, do you understand?" He asked, his gaze hardening and his eyebrows furrowing as he maintained steady eye contact, conveying his worry for you. 

With a small nod of your head, you rose from the bed, whispering a soft 'I love you' before you gave him one last kiss, your touch leaving burning trails on his skin as the doors quietly slid shut behind your retreating figure, looking back at Rex one last time, committing the sight of him to your memory, your voice reaching his ears as you answered your intercom. 

His gaze remained on the doors, and Rex heaved a long, deep sigh.

"Get a hold of yourself, Rex, she's gonna be back."

But were you?

[oceansssblue]

Soooo about the weird kinks

It may sound weird (expected lol) but something about the trooper being a bit more pudgy than his buddies? Not like fat as they are still soldiers but yknow armor sitting more tighter and comforting/affectionally teasing them about it (while enjoying it)

All the freedom of which trooper goes to you!

Give me all the weirdness yes!! 🥳

I just have the doubt if u wanted some clone/clone in the mix or not though (y'all be as detailed and explicit as you can if u want to make sure I get it right, I always have doubts lmao) sooo i decided not to jump to a full smutt and just leave it as teasing/sensual kinda thing –just in case!

And since you let me pick the trooper... I decided to go with Kix. He's cute. Fullstop.

Enjoy and remember I'm still taking weird/unusual kinks and 1sentence smutt fic requests!

Xx,

Blue.

"SOFT" – KIX /& 501ST 💖🔥

WARNINGS: PHYSICAL INSECURITIES, SORT OF SOFT HUMILIATION KINK, TEASING, PLAYING JUSTT AROUND CLONECEST (THOUGH I THINK IT COULD BE INTERPRETED AS PLATONIC TEASING, IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO BACK UP), NO PROPER SEX SCENE, MENTIONS OF BLOOD&WOUNDS&MEDICALSHIT, PUBLIC SHOWERS.

Note: i think this turned out well, hope it's what you were looking for dear anon!

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Kix was having a hectic day in Kamino's medbay. The 501st had just returned from yet another complicated mision in the Outer Rim; and not unusual either, he had a mix of wounds and virical diseases to heal. Some troopers had broken bones, some deep gashes and blaster grazes, some had just catched a cold that he couldn't yet brush aside as irrelevant. While Kix always followed his brothers to battle, and he had a task there, in the middle of the field, it was here, in the post-mision –when they were tucked back into safety– were his main work begun.

After a quick mental triage and once all urgent medical conditions were resolved, he resorted to attend to those with minor, non-threatening wounds. He cleaned, applied the correspondent bacta or balm, and covered each one of them; leaving one or two unattended for now as they required a bit more of time and space. He took samples of those who appeared to be developing any sort of infection; and finally flopped down in the foot of Fives' bed.

Kix examined his wound carefully. While it was nothing worrying, the cut was too long and open –though superficial– to close on it's own; and the medic didn't want to risk leaving it open for all kinds of bacteria to find a home in anyways. Furthermore, soldiers needed to be healed as quick as possible; kaminoans didn't favor long stays at home when so many troopers where needed all around the galaxy to fight the war.

"I'm gonna' have to stich that up, Fives" he pointed out with a sort of finality that didn't left much room to argue.

The ARC-trooper, instead of rolling his eyes in resignment or growing irritated, just shot him a charming smile. Kix guessed that was one of the perks of treating Fives.

"Do as you must, dear doc" he answered in good humour.

Kix quickly prepared the small surgical field he was going to require for the minor intervention. Fives flinched with the first anestesia inyection; though after that he remained surprisingly put and quiet. Kix glanced up at him once or twice, forceps and needle holders in his hands, wondering what was going on in the man's head. In usual circumstances, Fives would have been chatting his ear off. He was unusually pensive.

The medic appreciated the silence, though, so he worked diligently through every stitch until the gash was perfectly closed. He abandoned his instruments and moved onto dressing the wound –first smoothing out a layer of bacta before covering it and protecting it from external agresions–. He sighed, feeling his tense shoulders starting to hurt from the hours of effort, and shot a tiny satisfied smile to Fives.

"All done".

Kix stood up and started to clean and put everything back into place without a minute to waste. Hopefully, it would only be one more extra hour before he'd be able to retire to rest. He was just halfway into the process of leaving the bacta on top of one of the shelves when Fives finally broke down his self-imposed silence; though it did nothing but shock Kix into embarassment.

"Have you gained weight?"

Kix turned around, stunned by the abrupt observation, and inmediately self-consciously pulling down the edge of his shirt when he realised it had ridden up and offered more skin to Fives' eyes than he had intended to.

"I'm perfectly capable of withstanding the physicalities of the battlefield" he snapped, a sharp contrast to Fives curious, almost innocent question.

Fives eyes flickered over his body, taking note of the medic's redenned cheeks and the obvious discomfort on his posture. He was the one who blinked in surprise this time.

"I wasn't questioning it" he inmediately reassured him, voice calm and soothing, ignoring the glances of the few other troopers of the 501st that had yet to abandon the medbay. "I'm perfectly aware you're the best medic on the field, Kix. I wasn't asking it like it's a bad thing".

Kix frowned, feet shuffling in place. All negative thoughts about the changes he had been noticing upon himself were put on hold.

"It's... not?"

For someone who was usually so direct and precise, Fives thought he sounded so unsure.

"No. Our bodies are so similar it just... shocked me, I guess" Fives answered, dare he say, gently. "I actually like it".

Kix huffed.

"Yeah, right, 'cause I'm so much more attractive being fat and all" he mumbled, evidently disagreeing.

Fives would have walked towards him if he didn't think Kix would have screamed at pulling at his stiches so soon after closing them.

"If you're fat Amidala is the ugliest senator in the galaxy" the sarcasm was heavy in his tongue. "Kix, come on... I mean it, really".

The medic wanted nothing more than to believe him; but the insecurities inside his head made that excruciatingly difficult.

"Why?" He plainly asked, just trying to understand the logic behind it, wanting to perhaps understand Fives' point of view so he could see himself that way too.

Fives shrugged, pasting a wide grin on his face. Kix knew that expression well; it was the one the ARC pulled when he was going to be terribly blunt or do something unexpected, almost like a foreseable victory.

"Makes for a better grip. That's all".

That's all. "That's all" is what Fives said when he had all but thrown a very obvious sexual innuendo at Kix after very pointedly taking a look at the changes of his body, grinning at him.

Kix scowled, though his cheeks did nothing but redden further; a sort of warm, tingly embarassment licking up his spine. He resolutely tried to shove the confusing emotions down.

"Get out of my medbay, Fives" he ordered, tone not really agressive anymore.

Fives arched an eyebrow.

"You want me to ruin your impecable work this early?" He asked, a falsely innocent tone colouring his voice.

Kix sighed.

"I'll send a droid for some crutches for you" he muttered, and did his best to completely ignore him while he moved onto the next and last patient.

He tried to ignore the rest of the troopers of the 501st too; and the shamefull tingles of excitement that danced inside of him.

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Just a week after Fives' incident, Kix was uncomfortably tugging at his armour waiting in the line for the barrack's common showers. Where it had once been a tiny bit too big on him, it was a tight fit now; almost digging in at certain places after hours of extenuating misions. He wanted nothing more than to take it off; though he apparently still had a more or less long wait in front of him, judging by the number of troopers ahead of him –even when their water rations lasted barely five minutes at all–.

Finally, Kix made it onto the adyacent locker room; and he quickly divested himself of every plate and pauldron, stacking it up in a practiced way for him to pick it up on the way back to his bunk, bucket on top. As naked as a tubie, he walked towards an empty shower; scanning his wrist on the reader of the wall to start with his water ration. He washed the blood and grim of war methodically off his body; pressing his forehead against the cold tiles and allowing himself to close his eyes and just relax for the last minute or so.

"That's what I call a nice thick ass, Kix!" A voice shouted from one of the adyacent showers.

It was curious how they were all so similar and yet their voices could be so different.

"Shut up, Hardcase!" he bit back in between the 501st' chuckles, a small flush creeping up his neck at the comment.

His ration expired, and Kix wrapped a towel around his waist. He dressed up in his night blacks; gathered his armour, and walked back to the barracks. It felt like glory, laying down on his bunk; clean and tired, finally allowed to decompress and rest, to relax.

"Can I join you?" A low, cautious voice interrupted his half-asleep state a few minutes afterwards.

Kix opened a single eye to take a glance at the trooper; not to find out who he was –he already knew–, but to scan his expresion. His eyes. Kix had always thought Rex and Echo had one of the most expressive eyes of the GAR.

"Sure, vod'ika" he accepted, attempting to move in order to make some space for him.

To his surprise, Echo all but dropped himself on top of him; head inmediately finding a spot right below his ribs, in his abdomen, and feet precariously dangling off the matress. The ARC trooper's hands splayed on both sides of his hips. Kix chuckled in amusement and let him be.

"Comfortable?" He asked, just to make sure, relaxing onto the bed again.

Echo hummed, his lips almost brushing against his stomach.

"Mm. Yeah. Fives told me you were unsure about your shape" Echo quietly mumbled, voice turning sweet and honest. "But you look as good as always, and this just makes you the best person to cuddle with, Kix".

That same burning, exciting shame spread through the trooper's veins. Kix was just glad Echo couldn't see the smile on his reddening face.

THE END.

[aspenstarflare]

Anakin at the briefing sitting on a bench with Ahsoka:

Anakin whispering: So then once the siege has depleted their resources, we’ll-

[Dogma enters the room]

Dogma: Sir we-

Anakin: SHHhHHHhhHHhhhhhHh!

Dogma: ???

Anakin whispering: She’s sleeping. [Gestures to Ahsoka passed out on his shoulder]

Dogma: Sir. We’re about to depart, is this really-

Everyone in the room but Ahsoka and Dogma: SHhhHHhhH!

Anakin whispering: She’s purring. And she rarely gets enough sleep. You will not ruin this.

Dogma: . . .

Dogma: Yes sir.. [Exists room questioning his life’s existence]

[fandom-friday]

I’ve recced this once and I will rec it forever and ever. Crèche to Command by Boredom on AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44260162/chapters/111303760

It’s about Ahsoka starting a video series with the clone troopers explaining different aspects of command in the GAR. It picks up more and more attention from both everyone in the republic but also in the seperatist systems. Ahsoka starts making it a point to use the series to protect the clones and the clones start using it to protect the Jedi.

Basically all the chapters are long and I squeal every time it updates 100/10 recommend

WE LOVE FOREVER RECS ROUND THESE PARTS! It's always lovely to hear about a fic that just sticks with someone and is there go-to in any situation.

This is such a cool concept, and also something that I can absolutely see Ahsoka doing. We see a lot of Rex and the boys being protective older brothers, but I love the idea of Ahsoka being the younger sibling determined to do something helpful to protect her brothers. I also love the addition of the chat logs! That is such a neat idea!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

[questforgalas]

The 501st and their love languages

Captain Rex

Acts of service

his life is dedicated to keeping his men and his Jedi alive through selflessness and sacrifice

that selflessness bleeds into his every day life

friends, family, or lovers, he's always looking to see what he can do to make lives easier

sometimes he'll take on extra reports so Anakin can get to Padme sooner

he's always ready to let Ahsoka use him as a training partner, helping her perfect her form or blaster aim

the number of times he's covered for his brothers is infinite

(Fives and Hardcase have their own piles in the "times Rex saved his brothers' shebs" records)

(remember when he was literally willing to be COURT MARTIALED for Fives and Jesse????)

in a relationship, he'll notice what's stressing you and will identify what will reduce that stress

whether it's helping with the task(s) itself or doing side things for you so you don't have to think about them, it's an automatic instinct for him

Fives

Receiving/giving gifts

it's very important to Fives to be recognized as a citizen, not just a soldier

and since the clones aren't paid, he finds ways to gather credits when he can

you'd think he'd spend them on gambling or at 79's for a good time

but he's actually spending it in the ports on planets during down time or in the markets on Coruscant when he's on leave

nearly every member of the 501st, shiny or not, has a token from Fives

it's important to him to show his gratitude and love through an act that all citizens get to do

he'd appreciate the gesture back ten fold

it doesn't have to be anything fancy

and anything he can wear under his armor like a trinket he'll adore the most

Hardcase

Physical touch

he's hyperactive and can barely sit still for more than 10 minutes

like he told Fives, there was a leak in his growth acceleration chamber

part of his constant energy is gently touching those he trusts

he doesn't even realize he's doing it

but soft taps on his brothers shoulders, gentle pats on their backs as he approaches, a quick fist bump with Ahsoka after a mission

and ooooooooo does he melt when it's reciprocated

congratulatory pats on his back, a brotherly arm slung around his shoulders at 79's, or even when Echo gets him in a headlock knuckling his head

he's all for it

with you, it's guaranteed he'll have a hand on you at all times

if you're enjoying down time, be prepared to be locked in his arms, cuddled on his lap for the entirety of the activity

Kix

Quality time

Since Kix is a medic, he doesn't get the rest time after a mission like most of his brothers

he has to be in the healing tents, tending to his brothers, making sure those that can live will

so he's used to busy time

but he uses it as time to be with his brothers

sure, would he rather them not be shot to get there? of course. but the time spent with them while they heal is something Kix relishes in

he never gets one-on-one time with them otherwise

he also appreciates the small signs of healing as his brothers gain their sense of humor back or engage in more conversation with him

to him, this time with them means they're alive

this translates when in a relationship as well

even if its sitting in the common areas, quietly filling out reports together, he relishes in having time with you

the soft tap of your finger or your gentle hums in thought are his favorite soundtrack

Jesse

Words of affirmation

'the only time clones heard any form of praise on Kamino was when it came from their brothers

the Kaminoans were distant, and the bounty hunters weren't doling out compliments

Jesse made it a point to acknowledge his brothers' accomplishments no matter how small

he'd compliment every squad member walking off the training simulator as they walked by him and his squad waiting their turn

if he saw a brother improve on their melee skills he knew they were working on, he's the first one to acknowledge their hard work

After Umbara this is DOUBLED

it seems like he doesn't let a brother go a day without them knowing how much he appreciates them

is you want to see Jesse melt, tell him you're proud of him

Rex has seen this a plethora of time being a Captain who makes sure his troops' hard work is recognized

want to see his knees buckle? look him in the eye and tell him you love him

man is down before you even know it