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I got you - chapter 11

Pairing: Rex x Jedi!ofc

Word count: 5.5k Tags/Warnings: mentions of masturbation; mentions of injury; we're slowly getting somewhere; very slowly; tipsy Rex; angst; this chapter is set right after ARC Troopers and before The Zillo Beast; the timeline is now my bitch; Kix is disappointed; am I sorry about the ending? not one bit, I love angst;

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The battle of Kamino had finally ended and Lexie was outside on a balcony, leaning against the railing and staring at the endless ocean that surrounded Tipoca City. She was tired and the fresh burn left by Ventress’ lightsaber on her left arm was starting to really hurt. She should go find Kix and have it looked at but for some reason she felt like she couldn’t move.

The fight had been harrowing. While Obi-Wan was looking for Grievous and Anakin was occupied with Ventress, Lexie had stayed in the main hangar, trying to keep the main droid forces at bay. So many troopers had been killed around her and she could not shake that cold feeling of death. Frustration was rising inside of her, she had been able to tune it out lately, to focus on the missions, but during this battle it had almost frozen her in place on multiple instances. Sometimes she really hated her Force-sensitivity.

She didn’t know how long she had been standing there, just staring at the water, at the way it moved and crashed into the stilts supporting the domed structures of the city. It always calmed her down, the fluid movements, the sounds it made. Thunder rumbled in the distance, it appeared like a storm was approaching. She closed her eyes and focused on the sound of the waves for a while, before sensing a friendly presence behind her.

“Hi, Echo”, she said without turning to look, as she heard the door slide open and footsteps approaching.

“Damn Jetii”, Echo said with a chuckle as he came and leaned against the railing next to her.

“Rude”, she said with a small laugh, softly hitting his arm with the back of her hand.

Echo turned his head to look at her and noticed the burn, his smile fading from his lips. “That looks bad. Kix is not gonna be happy if he finds you just sitting around with that kind of injury”.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I was on my way to the medbay, but I just wanted to look at the water for a little bit”, she said.

“Are you alright?”, he asked her, picking up on her gloomy mood.

Lexie considered the question. Was she alright? She’d had so much on her mind these past couple of weeks, so many conflicting emotions. Ever since Saleucami, al’Prani’s voice had forcefully returned to her mind, berating her for allowing herself to fall in love, and with the Captain of her battalion nonetheless. The dreams she’d been having about him, the fantasies she conjured when touching herself, it was beyond inappropriate. She felt like a disgrace to the Jedi Order.

And the battle today? She couldn’t even understand what they were really protecting. All the men that had died around her… and for what? For the Kaminoans to keep producing more of them, more sentient beings that would just go on to die as well, with no choice in the matter, no other possibilities, not actual future? But yet it wasn’t that simple and she knew it. What was the alternative, let the Separatists win?

“Lex?”, Echo brought her attention back to him. He looked at her with a concerned expression.

“A lot of men died today”, she managed to say.

She felt the energy shift around his Force signature as he took her words in. “Yeah… we lost some good soldiers”, he said quietly.

Lexie clenched her jaw at the word “soldiers”, indignation and sadness bubbling inside her mind, but did not say anything. They were soldiers after all, and they were proud of it. No point in starting an argument. She could barely make sense of her thoughts as it was, she doubted she could explain them without sounding like she was criticizing their entire existence.

“Where’s your twin?”, she decided to change the subject.

Echo let out a sound between a laugh and a snort. “Still don’t understand why you call us that”

“I don’t know, you just give me twins vibes. It’s the connection you two have. And you all call each other vode, you and Fives are just extra vode, so you know… twins?”, she tried to explain. Her brows furrowed as she reached the end of her sentence, it didn’t even make sense to her.

“Extra vode?”, Echo repeated with a laugh.

“I don’t know what I’m kriffin’ saying anymore. Don’t mind me I’m just tired”, she laughed. “So where is Fives?”

“We split up looking for you actually”.

“Everything okay?”, she asked, suddenly a little nervous.

“More than okay. We have some great news we wanted to share. But he made me promise to let him be the one to tell you. I did comm him when I saw you, he should be along soon”.

“Alright”, she chuckled, curious about this news of theirs. She absentmindedly leaned into him a little, forgetting about her injury, and winced at the contact with the plastoid of his armor.

“I could comm and tell him to meet us in the infirmary. You should really get that looked at”, he pointed at her burnt arm.

“I know, but I’d like to avoid the ‘you should’ve come straight to the medbay’ speech from Kix as long as possible”, she joked.

“That speech is gonna turn into a straight up scolding the longer you wait”, he warned with a chuckle.

Lexie rolled her eyes and sighed. “Fine, let’s go”.

“What was it like, growing up here?”, she asked as they walked down the pristine white corridors of Tipoca City.

“It was alright, I guess. Although we didn’t really do anything besides training and studying”. He paused for a few seconds, a rueful smile appearing on his lips. “I was… actually glad when we finally left”.

“Yeah?”, she prodded a little.

“Yeah… it was nice to have a change of scenery, to be on rock solid ground”, he chuckled. “To be honest, I kind of liked the barren landscape of the Rishi Moon. Probably was the only one who thought that”.

“Must’ve been pretty weird, spending the first what, 10 years of your life just staring at the ocean?”, she said.

“Well it didn’t seem weird then. We didn’t know anything else. But I do like the fact that we move around from world to world now. It’s nice to see all those different places”, he admitted.

“Oh, I bet Garronn was your favourite”, she teased.

“Yeah, especially the serpent”, he scoffed.

“So which is your favourite planet we’ve been on? Battles aside and everything”, Lexie asked after a silent moment.

Echo let out a hum as he considered her question. “I liked Erosh-4. The mountains were really beautiful. And the air really stuck out to me, it was so crisp”.

Her stomach turned a little at the mention of Erosh-4, but she tried to quickly move past it. “You’d really like Seccaya then. The entire planet is covered by mountains and the air is so clean and fresh everywhere, even in the Capital”.

“Seccaya, that’s your homeworld isn’t it?”, he asked.

“Yes”, she said a bit too curtly.

Echo took the hint and didn’t press any longer. They were almost at the door that lead to the medbay anyway.

Lexie briefly stopped a few steps from it. “What are the chances Kix isn’t in there and I could get some random medic I don’t know to patch me up?”, she asked jokingly.

“Very slim”, Echo chuckled. “You know he barely leaves the medbay for like a full rotation after a battle like this”.

She pressed the control panel outside the door and stepped into the large medbay, feeling her stomach twist at the sight that awaited her. The beds were full of troopers with various injuries while clone medics and med droids were running around between them. She always hated going into the medbay after a battle, seeing the aftermath, sensing the pain the men were in. She shivered trying her hardest to tune out the emotions she was picking up though the Force.

Lexie quickly scanned the room, eyes landing on Kix. He was near an examination table at the back of the medbay, giving instructions to a droid. He looked towards the door and as he saw her, an irritated expression appeared across his face. He knew she didn’t come into the medbay unless she was either injured or checking in on one of them, and thankfully, this time, no one from their little group was hurt during the battle. The irritation seemed to only grow as she got closer and his eyes landed on her injured arm.

“The battle ended three hours ago, Lexie, why the hell did you wait so long to come see me?”, he said, not even attempting to mask the anger in his tone.

Three hours? She had not realised she’d been on that balcony for so long.

“I lost track of time?”, she said with an innocent voice.

“You or'dinii”, he mumbled under his breath as he turned and motioned for her to follow him to an examination table.

“What did he call me?”, she asked Echo.

“A complete lunatic”, he answered with amusement.

“Fair”, she said as she followed the medic.

“There you two are”, Fives exclaimed as he walked into the medbay, quickly heading towards where Lexie was sat.

Kix had finished cleaning the wound, and had also finished his speech about her carelessness, and was now placing a bacta patch over it, while Echo was stood next to the examination table.

“You haven’t told her yet, have you?”, Fives asked Echo.

“No, I did say I’d let you”, Echo said.

“Lex we have some really great news. You’re sitting down, good”, Fives said turning to face her, making her roll her eyes and chuckle at his theatrics. “Echo and I have been promoted to ARC troopers”.

“Wait, really?”, Kix asked.

“Yes. Rex and Commander Cody told us after the battle finished”, Echo answered proudly.

“That is amazing, boys!”, Lexie said with a bright smile. “You deserve it”.

She quickly got up and hugged them. She really was happy for them, they were skilled soldiers and she was glad they were getting the recognition they deserved. She also knew how much Fives had wanted it, having mentioned his goal to her on more than one occasion.

Kix congratulated both men before leaving to deal with another injured trooper. The three of them walked out of the medbay, heading for the mess hall.

“We need to celebrate at the 79s the moment we land on Coruscant”, Lexie exclaimed.

“Absolutely!”, Fives agreed.

“After our training maybe”, Echo interjected.

“What do you mean?”, Lexie asked with a slight frown.

“We’re staying on Kamino for the ARC training. It’s gonna be six standard weeks before we rejoin you and the 501st”, he explained.

“Oh”. Lexie felt a bit stupid, she should’ve thought of that, of course they had to receive specialised training, it wasn’t just a change of rank.

“You gonna miss me mesh’la?”, Fives asked, swinging an arm across her shoulders.

“I’m gonna miss both of you”, she said after rolling her eyes at Fives. However, she didn’t push his arm away.

She really should put a stop to this. Fives was a lot bolder now, after that night at the 79s and the encouragement he’d received from her while they were dancing together. He started calling her mesh’la again, but never when Rex was within earshot, and he’d become friendlier in his touches, swinging his arm around her like he’d just done or sliding closer and pressing his leg into hers when they were sat at the table in the mess or on the couches in the clones’ break room.

It wasn’t appropriate but Lexie did enjoy it, as it had been too long since she’d had a hook-up, so it was nice to feel wanted. She wasn’t gonna let it go too far though, it was just a little fun, right?

Once in the mess hall, Lexie’s eyes quickly scanned the large room, looking for Rex. Disappointment filled her mind as she found him sat at a table between Cody and Jesse. She liked sitting next to him, it was something she looked forward to every time she had her meals with the men. But sitting opposite him wasn’t the worst she supposed, she could actually look at him properly that way, admire his kind eyes and handsome face.

Fives quickly removed his arm from around her shoulders and walked towards the table, sitting down opposite the Captain. Echo and Lexie joined him after getting some food for the three of them. Rex met her eyes immediately, giving her a kind smile, before his gaze lowered to the bacta patch on her arm.

“Are you alright?”, he asked with a concerned voice.

“Yeah, it’s just a scratch”, she waved his concerns off.

Hardcase soon joined them, dragging Kix after him, and the group fell into pleasant conversation that was carried late into the evening.

The cruiser did feel empty without Echo and Fives, Lexie had to admit it. She also had to admit how attached she had become to the clones, something that worried her, especially since she had started to really question the Code she was supposed to be following. Everything she’d been feeling lately only confused her.

The Jedi forbade attachments since they could lead to the Dark Side, but she couldn’t see it like that anymore. She had spent years trying her hardest to please her master, supressing her emotions, and detaching herself from the emotional connections she had to her family, only to be called a disappointment and be abandoned by him right at the start of a war. So why should she keep following his teachings?

Her friendships with the troopers gave her strength, and they had helped her push past insecurities, they had made her a good general. Her attachment to them could not be a bad thing. But none of the clones she called friends had died yet, what would happen if one of them did? Would that push her down a dark path? No. She could protect them; she will protect them.

And then there was Rex. Her attachment to him was stronger than anything she’d ever experienced before. She loved him, there was little doubt of that now, and that was a problem. Her desire for him was beginning to distract her. She could barely focus during briefings that he attended, her gaze always finding its way to him, trailing up and down his body, picturing the way he would make her his in her dreams. And if he met her eyes, Maker, she felt like she could just melt. But then shame would engulf her mind and it would feel so strong she could barely hear anything going on around her.

Rex was her friend, but that was all he was. He had not given her any indication that he cared about her in any other way than as a friend. And even if he did, they couldn’t be together. He was a clone trooper, he had a duty to the Republic. No, he was technically propriety of the Republic, they weren’t allowed to be romantically involved with anyone.

Her head was hurting as it jumped around all these conflicting thoughts, so she was glad to finally be back on Coruscant, even if it was for only one rotation. The battalion had been rerouted to a siege to the Mid Rim planet of Dore’e as soon as they departed from Kamino, a siege that was predicted to last two standard weeks, which then turned into almost five.

They wouldn’t even be back on Coruscant if they didn’t desperately need to resupply the cruiser, as the 501st was needed on Malastare. But their short supply run was definitely welcome. The men were pent up and could not wait to go to the 79s to blow off some steam.

Lexie could also not wait to go to a bar somewhere, possibly find someone to hook-up with, take her mind off of everything for a while. It had been so long since she had sex, maybe what she was feeling for Rex wasn’t actually love and just a result of that, and she could dissipate the tension with a random one-night stand. Was certainly worth a try, she’d do anything to get him out of her mind.

“General Khalla”, Admiral Yularen’s voice stopped her before she could board the shuttle that would take her from the Resolute down to the surface.

“Yes, Admiral?”, she answered, really hoping this wasn’t about what she thought it was about.

“I was looking for your last four mission reports and I seem to be unable to locate them. Have they been filed properly?”, he asked sternly.

For kriff’s sake, I was so close. “Umm… I definitely filed them. Maybe there’s been a technical issue? I’ll have to check when I get to the base”, she lied.

The look he gave her let her know he did not believe her. He knew she had not even written them.

“Hopefully you can remedy any technical issue that has caused their displacement. I would like to see those reports tomorrow”, he told her with a pointed look.

“Of course, Admiral”. There goes my night out.

As she boarded the shuttle she locked eyes with Anakin, who had watched her conversation with the Admiral with a smirk on his face. Rex was right next to him, but still had his helmet on so Lexie wasn’t sure if he was watching her or not. She’d been avoiding him these past couple of days, worried she’d been too clingy during the siege, spending most of her time by his side.

“Zip it, Skywalker”, she told her friend with a chuckle.

“I wasn’t gonna say anything”, he said and Lexie have him a look. “But it does remind me awfully much of all the times you tried to skip on your Jedi texts studies. Do you remember that lecture you received from Madame Jocasta when she finally caught you?”, he continued with a laugh.

“Don’t remind me”, she said with a laugh of her own. From the corner of her eye she caught the slight tilt of the Captain’s helmet. He was listening after all. “So what are your plans for your night off?”, she asked her fellow Jedi.

“I should probably check on Ahsoka’s progress”, he answered.

With all the battles that had come one right after the other, Lexie realised neither she nor Anakin had seen Ahsoka since departing for Saleucami, almost two standard months ago.

“Tell her I said hi. Don’t think I’m making it to the Temple tonight, with all the kriffin’ reports I have to write”, she said rolling her eyes.

Of course she was unable to start the reports as soon as she got to the base like she wanted, she had no actual motivation to do so after all. Instead, she procrastinated by hanging out with Kix, Jesse and Hardcase until they left for the 79s. Truthfully, she had been so close to saying ‘kriff it’ and joining them when they asked, especially when Kix mentioned that Rex was gonna meet them there, but she knew better than to get on the Admiral’s bad side… again.

With no more excuses left, she headed to her office and spent the next three harrowingly tedious hours on the first two reports she had to write. Maker, she hated bureaucracy.

Her chair was becoming too uncomfortable and she was bored to death. Lexie picked up the datapad and decided to finish the reports somewhere else. It was late, most of the men should be at the 79s or already in bed and she did like the couches in their common break room. If anyone was in there she could socialise, but at this hour she expected it to be empty.

And it was, with the exception of one Captain.

As she got close to the room she looked through the Force, checking if the room was unoccupied, and she felt his presence. She couldn’t stop the smile that appeared on her face. Lexie found Rex sat comfortably on one of the couches at the back of the room. He was laid back in his seat, legs spread a little, holding a bottle of ale in his left hand, and not wearing the upper part of his armor. She also noted that he was not wearing his gloves either. His head turned as he heard her footsteps approach.

“Hey you”, he said with a smile, cocking his head to a side. He seemed very relaxed and his eyes appeared a little unfocused. There was also a faint blush visible on the beautiful tan skin of his cheeks. The way he greeted her really surprised her. Is he drunk?

“Hi”, she replied with amusement. “I thought you went to the 79s”.

“I came back early. Wasn’t feeling it tonight”, he shrugged.

Lexie glanced at the programme he was watching on the holoscreen and had to stifle a laugh. The camera was following a pack of Alderaanian deer, while the voice-over was describing their eating habits. “Is that a nature documentary?”.

Rex picked up on the her slightly teasing tone and suddenly felt very self-conscious. “Uhh, yeah… I like watching them from time to time. Helps me relax”.

“That is actually so adorable”, Lexie said as she sat on the couch next to him. For some reason she found it extremely endearing. He, however, wasn’t so pleased; being “adorable” wasn’t exactly how he wanted her to think about him.

She angled her body so that she was facing him, her right leg tucked under her, knee rested on his thigh. She saw his grip tighten on the bottle. “Any more of those?”, she asked, pointing to the drink in his hand.

“Yes, of course”, he leaned forward, picking up a bottle from next to the couch and handing it to her. “Not sure where I put the opener…”, he mumbled as he looked around.

“Don’t need it, honey”, Lexie replied, using the Force to pop open the cap, letting it fall to the floor with a soft clink.

Rex let out an awkward laugh. He still loved it when she called him “honey”.

She leaned slightly, noticing the empty bottle of ale placed on the floor next to the couch. So the one he’s holding is his second, plus whatever he’s had at 79s.

“Are you… drunk, Captain?”, she asked with a sly grin, putting a little bit more emphasis on his rank.

“No… Well… I maybe had a bit more to drink than usual. But I’m not drunk”, he replied with a chuckle.

“So, just slightly drunk?”, she teased.

Rex tried to give her an annoyed look, but the smile did not leave his face.

“That’s definitely something you don’t see every day. I like it, you seem more relaxed”, Lexie continued, taking a sip from her ale and smirking at him. He shook his head in amusement.

It really was something unusual for Rex, he was generally more controlled when it came to alcohol, only having two, maybe three drinks during an outing. He preferred to keep a level head at all times.

But on this occasion there was some… pent up frustration he wanted to get rid of. And the cause of that frustration happened to be sat on the couch next to him.

Ever since the night he had slept in her bed, Rex had found it increasingly difficult to keep Lexie out of his thoughts. She appeared in his dreams and he would think about her constantly, even when it wasn’t appropriate to do so, like at night when he was alone in his room and his hand found itself stroking his hard member.

There was also the moment they shared in the barn on Saleucami, it had filled his mind with hope that maybe his feelings for her weren’t unrequited. Hope that had been momentarily crushed when he saw how close she was with Fives after the Battle of Kamino and how tightly she had hugged him when it was time for the 501st to depart, only to be reignited during the weeks of the siege on Dore’e.

Lexie had been by Rex’s side at all times, including during the night. She had slept on his shoulder on a few occasions actually, claiming it was more comfortable than sleeping on the ground. But then she had acted so indifferent towards him in the past two days and seemed to be avoiding him during their journey back to Coruscant. Safe to say Rex was confused by her behaviour and he was annoyed with himself for reading so much in what was probably just friendly gestures.

And so, tonight he had wanted to forget about everything, and had even planned on leaving the 79s with the cute Mikkian woman that had flirted with him from the moment he stepped into the club. But then the song that he and Lexie had slow danced to came on and he was no longer in the mood for a meaningless hook-up, so he left alone and returned to the base.

“Have you finished those reports?”, Rex changed the subject, meeting her eyes.

“Ugh no”, she groaned, swiping a hand over her face. “I have two left. Do you mind if I finish them here?”.

“I don’t mind, I can even help you if you want”, he replied, cringing internally at how eager he sounded.

“No, it’s fine. Keep watching your documentary. It’s your night off after all, Rex. No need for both of us to suffer”, she said with a chuckle while picking up her datapad from where she had placed it on the couch behind her.

Lexie started her third report, shifting in her seat after a while. Rex had laid his arm across the backrest of the couch and she decided to lean into his side. He was glad that her attention was focused on the datapad, because without it she might have heard how his breath caught in his throat. Maker, having her so close to him was driving him crazy. He was barely paying attention to the documentary anymore, being too entranced by her presence at his side and by the cute little noises of annoyance she would let out from time to time as she tried to go over the events of the mission and transcribe them in a proper military tone.

When she finally finished the third report, Lexie let out a deep breath and threw the datapad next to her on the couch. She felt so tired and decided to lay down, resting her head in Rex’s lap. She felt his body language stiffen for a moment and worried she’d crossed a line. Was this too intimate? Too forward of her?

“Are you comfortable? Do you want me to remove the thigh gauntlets?”, he asked her, looking down at her face.

“Nah, it’s fine. Just need to rest a little before I start the last report”, she replied, slightly blushing.

He finished his ale and leaned forward over her in order to place the empty bottle on the floor. Lexie held her breath as his abdomen was millimetres from her face, feeling the heat of his core on her cheek. She suddenly became aware of how fast her heart was beating. As he laid back against the couch she looked up at him, meeting his gaze. Neither of them said anything, neither of them moved, they just looked into each other’s eyes.

Rex’s left hand slowly lifted from the backrest after a while, reaching for her face. His fingers softly traced down from her temple and over her cheek. The touch of his calloused fingers felt so gentle, and so electric at the same time. Lexie slightly tilted her head into his touch and closed her eyes. His fingers continued slowly moving along her jaw, reaching her chin and then softly tracing over her lips.

She lifted her head from his lap and got up, turning her body so that she was closer to him, her knees now under her. Rex took his hand away as she moved, fear engulfing his mind for a moment, before seeing that she was not pulling away, she was just trying to get closer.

His heartbeat was erratic as he shifted his body, leaning closer to her and lifting his hand back in order to cup her face. Her eyes were not leaving his, and being so close now he noticed the faint green at the edge of the brown irises. He thought she was stunning, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

“Mesh’la, can I kis-”.

Muffled laughter from outside the door interrupted his question. Anxiety soared inside both of them and Lexie jumped away from him, landing at the other end of the couch just as the door slid open, revealing Kix and Hardcase. Kix briefly caught her movement and his brows furrowed, noticing the blush on Rex’s face, paired with the anxiety in his eyes, and the similar panicked expression Lexie had on her face. His brother darted past him, unaware of the fact that they have definitely interrupted something.

“Rex, Lexie, you missed quite a night!”, Hardcase loudly exclaimed, slurring his words a little. He plopped himself on the couch between the Jedi and the Captain before continuing. “Jesse dared Vaughn to dance on the bar and the di’kut fell face first on the floor”, he managed to say between laughter.

“Yeah, what a shame I missed that”, Rex said with a forced chuckle. “Where is Jesse?”.

“He swooped in on that Mikkian woman after you left her high and dry, and they left together. Don’t think we’ll be seeing him until the morning”, Kix replied, coming to lean on the armrest of the couch next to Lexie.

“Don’t get why you just up and left, vod, looked like you were about to seal the deal”, Hardcase interjected, jabbing Rex in the ribs with his elbow.

Lexie’s eyes quickly snapped to Rex. The thought of him with another woman, even just briefly flirting, made her stomach turn.

“Just wasn’t feeling it”, Rex mumbled, hand nursing the side of his chest that Hardcase hit a little too hard.

Lexie quickly got up from the couch and grabbed her datapad.

“I still have one report to write, gonna finish it in my room. Goodnight boys”, she spewed out a bit too rapidly and hurried out the room before Rex had a chance to say anything. Her mind was racing, she desperately needed to get back to her quarters and be alone.

Rex got up from his seat as she left, and was now stood awkwardly staring at the door the General had basically run away through. Fear and shame were filling his mind. What the hell was he thinking? He had probably made her so uncomfortable and ruined their friendship. This is exactly why he didn’t like to drink. He had lost control, he had inappropriately touched her… he had called her mesh’la. Rex felt so angry with himself.

“You good, vod?”, Kix asked, looking at him with concern.

“Yeah. Fine.”, he replied dryly. “I’m gonna hit the sack. I suggest you two do the same”.

He left the room before his brothers could ask any more questions.

Back in the confinement of her room, Lexie paced around the small space, trying to make sense of what just happened. What almost happened. Did she understand him correctly? Did he want to kiss her? There is no way she misinterpreted that but had he actually meant it or was he just drunk? Was he just trying to find a replacement after striking out with that woman at the 79s and she just happened to be conveniently there?

No, that didn’t seem like Rex, she shouldn’t think that. It must have been the alcohol, there’s no way he would actually be interested in her. She knew him, he was a proud soldier, he respected the chain of command and military regulations, he wouldn’t allow himself to get attached to a superior officer. It was probably just the alcohol.

Her mind wondered back to what Hardcase had said. Why would he just leave the cantina? He didn’t strike her as the type of man who used a woman for some flirtatious banter to then turn and just leave her hanging once he got bored. But then again, she’d never seen him engage with other women and the more she thought about it the more nauseous she felt.

The image of him flirting with someone else made her heart sink, but she had to accept that of course it happened, he was an attractive man, he must have women throwing themselves at him constantly.

She had to stop thinking about it. It didn’t matter, at the end of the day. She didn't think he liked her, not in the same way she did anyway. She had to get a grip on herself, she was too attached to him. Lexie forced herself to focus on finishing her report then tried her hardest to get some sleep. But Rex would not leave her thoughts.

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fionajames · 9 months ago

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masterlist

Most of this is Star Wars (and mostly the Clone Wars), but there are a few other things ! ! !

WARNINGS: THIS WRITING CONTAINS: depicted gore, character death, death, war, violence, mentions of throwing up, mental health difficulties, and general star wars warnings.

spoilers for the clone wars, the bad batch, and star wars.

PLEASE NOTE: this took me a very long time, and so it is not very neat because i am very tired. this is roughly arranged in order of release, just because that is how i did it. i know there are a few pieces of writing missing so PLEASE, if you stumble upon something that isn't here but should be, dm it to me with the link so i can add it :)

✉ -> requested ☘ -> stuff i'm particularly proud of/fan favs

Star Wars

General One-Shots

carnivorous -> (rex learns about togrutas)

carnivorous pt. 2 -> (rex and anakin learn about togrutas)

tally marks -> (the reason behind rex's tally marks)

pre-christophosis -> (rex before the battle of christophosis) ✉

pt. 2 of pre-christophosis -> (rex before the battle of christophosis, 2) ✉

chicken soup -> (fluffy anakin and obiwan) ✉

two times newly knighted -> (how both obi-wan and anakin felt after getting their padawans)

how the wound heals -> (post order 66 ahsoka and rex) ✉

tonight -> (not all jedi are invincible, especially padawans)

the dress -> (fluff with ahsoka and padme) ✉

sorrow and solace -> (force ghost talks with anakin and obi-wan) ✉

return -> (disaster trio fluff) ✉

five times -> (fives and echo, but really just the death of palpatine) ✉

the victim with blood on his hands -> (cody comforts rex) ✉

guilt -> (a tiny snippet of angst) ✉

over-worked -> (the 501st convince kix to take a break) ✉

scars and stitches -> (how did anakin really get his scar?) ✉

cold outside - codywan -> (codywan stuck in the cold) ✉

three broken ribs, a concussion, and a broken femur -> (cody scolds rex) ✉

the blue death -> (the blue shadow virus taking it's toll) ✉

the unimaginable -> (some deaths are harder than others)

skako minor and beyond -> (headcanons about echo's time at skako minor) ✉

christmas -> (fluffy disaster trio christmas) ✉

wait for it -> (the way ahsoka views anakin)

me and the devil -> (palpatine controlling anakin)

rescue of the crazed -> (after being captured by the separatists, ahsoka is a little... out of it) ✉

captured -> (things don't always end happily)

war is over -> (how the clone wars should have ended)

tunnels -> (obi-wan and anakin get separated from their troops (slight codywan))

blood and bandages -> (rex after the kadavo arc) ✉

limbo -> (hunter doesn't do so well with the underground) ✉

early mornings -> (ahsoka and obi-wan's friendship) ✉

flocks of fireflies -> (disaster trio fluff) ✉ ☘

dreams of home -> (disaster trio angst, post order 66, sad obi-wan) ✉

Longer Series (although i'm horrible at continuing them)

delinquents club guide (includes links to the chapters) -> (a story about my oc fenrir in a fix-it-au of mine)

tcw circus au -> (an au in which the republic and separatists are rival circuses) ✉

circus barrisoka -> (barrisoka in the republica circus) ✉

jedi circus headcanons -> (headcanons about the circus au) ☘

ethereal pt. 1 -> (a mysterious mansion piques the curiosity of our five) ☘

ethereal pt. 2 -> (the mysterious yet beautiful mansion isn't the only strange thing about this world....) ☘

moonlit dances -> (part of my 'ethereal' au, but no spoilers really. soft and romantic codywan) ☘

My OCs

my ocs -> (an introduction to my ocs; dhole, vector, menace, dice, bloodshot, xi, mit, vick, meerrt.)

menace and the guard -> (menace pranking the guard) ✉

dhole and fives -> (headcanons about my oc dhole and fives interacting) ✉

satsuki meets rex -> (my oc satsuki meets rex for the first time)

my ocs aesthetics -> (aesthetics for my ocs; dhole, vector, menace, dice, bloodshot, xi, mit, vick, meerrt.)

a trip to 79s -> (the bad batch and my ocs meet) ✉

family - my oc -> (dhole gets injured during a battle) ✉

good enough - my oc -> (a little vent writing through my oc - satsuki)

slipping - my ocs -> (fox comforts dhole) ✉

thievery -> (dhole and anakin do something morally correct, legally not) ✉

human - my ocs -> (a view of my ocs; vick, meerrt, dice, dhole, xi, mit, bloodshot, and menace)

music in the winter - my ocs -> (my ocs and some others as musicians in a fix-it-au) ✉

icy comfort -> (bloodshot and dhole have a heart-to-heart) ✉

missing - my ocs -> (satsuki is captured, and no must escape, maybe with the help of someone new) ✉ ☘

nightmares on kamino - my ocs -> (iniko seeks some comfort, and finds it in captain rook) ✉

the beginning - my ocs -> (how brontide become captain of the 323rd)

unrequited love - my oc -> (xi has feelings for someone he can't love) ✉

heartache -> (xi has to deal with simple tasks complicated by feelings) ✉

the great wolf -> (ahsoka, rex, jesse and fives fight off an intruder)

the creepers, clone force 97 - overview -> (an introduction to some new ocs of mine, a defective batch) ☘

the attack -> (an oc of mine finds himself in a very terrifying situation) ☘

x Reader

oil smudges - captain rex -> (captain rex x mechanic! reader, fluff)

headache - kix -> (a very soft kix x sick! reader) ✉

cold and cookies - echo -> (echo x reader, echo returns after a few weeks) ✉ ☘

puppy love - howzer -> (just purely fluffy howzer x reader)

cuddles - rex -> (just a sleepy golden retriever rex x reader) ✉

are you awake yet - rex -> (absolutely fluffy rex x reader) ✉ ☘

line of fire - rex -> (rex x reader, reader stands up for the clones... and rex is concerned) ✉ ☘

hot chocolate - rex -> (fluffy, winter, rex x reader) ☘

boiling water - rex -> (fluffy, winter, rex x reader)

3am - rex -> (rex x mechanic! reader) ✉

t-shirt - cody -> (fluffy cody x reader)

dangerous - rex -> (concerned rex x civilian! reader) ☘

pancakes - rex -> (fluffy rex x civilian! reader) ☘

cyar'ika - rex -> (fluffy rex x civilian! reader) ☘

blankets - rex -> (fluffy rex x reader) ✉

coruscant nights - rex -> (fluffy rex x reader)

Fix-It-AU

fix-it-fox -> (the basis of this au, with lots of headcanons) ✉ ☘

bad batch halloween -> (halloween with the bad batch) ✉

christmas with the clones headcanons -> (christmas with the clones) ☘

holofilms -> (bad batch movie night) ✉

home - the bad batch -> (fluffy bad batch) ✉

Other Fandoms

sam golbach x reader -> (fluffy sam x reader)

sodapop x reader -> (fluffy sodapop x reader)

christmas with the greasers headcanons -> (christmas with the greasers)

shark toy -> (darry gets a present) ✉

lams; almost gone -> (when alexander 'almost' died)

why, pt1. lams -> (lams angst)

the man -> (female teen wolf characters) ✉ ☘

devoid of all emotions -> (void stiles, platonic sterek) ✉

(tagging: @skellymom, @techs-goggles9902, @transmascanakin)

#clone troopers #clones #501st legion #tcw #captain rex #anakin skywalker #ahsoka #clone wars #the clone wars #star wars #tbb #the bad batch #sw tbb #tbb season 3 #the bad bad spoilers #bad batch

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masterjedilenawrites · 1 year ago

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this is lowkey my first time requesting something and i’m a lil nervous, so i’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense or something!!!

so, essentially, i have an original species i’ve kinda come up with, who (usually) hide their faces behind these really ornate masks, and only really ever show their actual face as an act of like,,, really, really, uber deep intimacy with another person/people who are very important to them.

i was wondering how the boys, bad batch, delta, along with howzer and gregor would react to their s/o taking their mask off and showing them their actual face for the first time? (also if that’s like, too many characters feel free to take out whoever you want!)

thank you!!!

Don't be nervous! Sorry it's taken me a while to get to this one. Your species sounds very interesting! Kinda reminds me of the Death Watch Mandalorians in a way, too. Idk all their rules about removing the helmet when it comes to intimate partners, so I'll use mask/helmet interchangeably for whichever scenario people want to envision.

Rex, Tup, and Howzer get very emotional. It's like seeing a bride come down the aisle for the first time. They'll have a hand over their mouth as they reverently take in their partner's face, trying to commit whatever details they can see through their tears to memory. Then it's gentle touches and embraces from there.

Hunter, Gregor, and Boss are surprised if/when this moment comes. They can't fathom why they should be so worthy. As they realize what their partner's about to do, they'll stop the movement and insist they think about it. After reassurance from their partner this is what they want to do, they'll relax and enjoy the moment.

Jesse, Kix, and Tech would have asked early on in the relationship what the boundaries are, so they know what to expect. They'd be lying if they said seeing their partner's face wasn't important to them. So they'll want assurances up front that it's possible, and then they'll be 100% committed to the relationship.

Dogma, Fixer, and Crosshair act nonchalant on the outside, but deep down are freaking the fuck out. Does this mean what they think it means? Are they really that trusted, that loved by this person? Impossible. They can't even register the details of their partner's face right away because they're too busy trying to control their emotions.

Cody, Echo, and Sev will allow the moment to happen on their S/O's time. If they're nervous or self-conscious when the moment comes, they'll be quick to rush in with compliments. If they can't bear to have the mask off for too long, they'll help secure it back. They love their S/O no matter what they look like.

Fox, Fives, and Scorch will be so freaking excited for that moment. They'll want to make the moment really special, like put up decorations and bake a cake kind of special. If their partner tries to take off their helmet randomly without warning, they'll push it back on and insist they put a date on the calendar first.

Wolffe, Hardcase, and Wrecker are tempted to reach out and touch their partner's bare face. They hesitate a few inches away, wondering if it's too much for their partner too soon. With encouragement, they'll hold their cheeks, stroke, and eventually start to kiss. They will never grow tired of seeing such a beautiful face.

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enigmatist17 · 2 years ago

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IT IS I, THE CUDDLE PILE ANON. OK OK I KNOW I SAID THAT WOLFFE WAS MY LAST REQUEST BUTTTTTTT I HAD 2 IDEAS AT LIKE 3 IN THE MORNING sooooo basically one about the 501st (+Ashoka) and how they’d comfort Rex when he’s down. And another one were the 501st (+Rex maybe anakin) comfort Ashoka when she’s down. THEY’RE SUCH GOOD BIG BROTHERS 😭 in return for these 2 ideas, I shall gift you with my love and weird quotes my friends have said: “all I wanted was a 10 piece McNugg, I got spiritual enlightenment” “I know I’m not the sharpest kid in the shed…wait” preferably separate fics pls (when it’s convenient for u, YOUR HEALTH COMES FIRST GO DRINK WATER YOU FABULOUS AUTHOR) hey that kinda rhymed ok I’m done 🙃

So sorry I'm late on the first prompt, but finally here we are!

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"Uh oh, someone messed up."

When Fives is the one to freeze in the middle of a conversation, that gains the attention of the scattered 501st troopers nearby. Said newly minted ARC had been in the middle of a rousing story when he noticed that one of the medics decided to join the rest of the "plebs" willingly.

And not only a medic, Kix was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed.

"Whatever it was, it wasn't me!" Kix raised an eyebrow as Fives lifted his hands, and gives an amused snort.

"For once it's not your fault. Any of you see Rex?"

"Avoiding you again?" Echo asked, looking up from the manuals he'd been idly reading. "Told him you were going to start getting angry."

"I'm past that, I told him I need to monitor his BSV recovery, and I can't do that if he insists on skirting the medbay. Now, since you all clearly don't have anything to do, I'm pulling rank and ordering you to hunt down Rex and bring him to me."

"But we just got our game going!" Hardcase cried in dismay, he and Dogma crouched over a board game they'd been gifted some time ago.

"Aw poor guy." Kix deadpanned, rolling his eyes. "Tell you what, the man who delivers Rex gets some of the treats Plo gave me."

"Seriously?" Hardcase finds the game suddenly not as important, even Dogma side-eyeing the medic along with the very quiet troopers around him.

Kix shook his head.

"The man who brings me Rex gets to have their own mini-stash."

The medic isn't sure he's seen any room empty so fast, shaking his head with a rare chuckle as he heads back to his beloved medbay. It's not the best look to send an entire battalion after their commanding officer, but at this point Kix was tired of the excuses and his concern for Rex's health was overriding his initial trepidation. The BSV and the lives it took in the bunker had sent a ripple of fear through quite a few men, not even able to bury their brothers who had to be burned to ensure no trace of the virus could remain. They were trained to fight against all sorts of enemies, but one that was naked to the eye and deadlier than any clanker was...uncomfortable to think about, and most medics didn't comment on an uptick of their fellow batchers reading up on viruses and how best to combat them. Kix didn't have too long before he received a message, gathering up his mobile kit before heading out and towards where Rex had been found.

"He's buried in his reports." Jesse had found Rex hiding in a communications room, and Kix just nods. "Want me to keep guard?"

"No, I have a task for you."

When the door to his current hideout opens, Rex wants to curse.

"So, are we done hiding?" There's a clunk on the console behind Rex as the medic's kit is set down, and the blonde just remains silent as he fills out another report. "I need you to look at me."

"I'm busy." The excuse falls flat, and Kix scoffs.

"Who isn't. Do I need to pull rank again, or will you let me do the bare minimum exam?"

"......."

Rex gives in after twenty minutes of silence, the captain grumbling under his breath as Kix descends on him. Despite not being pleased with Rex and his evasiveness, he takes care to keep most of Rex's attention him himself rather than his medical tools. Rex hadn't said it out loud, which to be fair he couldn't as to remain the face his men looked up to and trusted, but being subjected to more than a few nasty tests after being liberated from the BSV had not helped him recover from the fact he could have died without being able to save anyone, let alone himself. Medbay's hadn't been much to him before, but now Rex started going out of his way to catch Kix and the other medics outside of the room, reassuring them as always yet avoiding simple things like his recovery assessment.

"You have been recovering nicely." There's a very small slump of Rex's shoulders, but the medic says nothing as he packs up his kit. "I'll test the blood I took, but you're lucky."

"Like I've been saying, I feel fine." Kix raised an eyebrow, pausing to shoot the surprised commander a glare.

"Oh you are nowhere near fine, but I did promise to try and be nice right now. I order you to report to the barracks, you've been holing up away from everyone, and it shows."

"I have reports to fill out..." Rex winces at how weak his protest is, but doesn't get much of a chance to say more when the door opens once more to reveal Ahsoka. "Really?"

"Jesse says you can't ignore me asking you things." The togruta smiled, and Kix can see the tension visibly leaving Rex as the togruta crosses the small room with a smile.

"Jesse is a traitor." Rex grumbled, but Kix doesn't need to Force to see there was no malice in his words.

"Maybe, but he's right. You haven't seen come to our sabbac nights anymore, and not even Skyguy has seen you outside of shift. So, I'm asking you to come join us scrubs for the night!"

"I'm sorry scrubs?" Rex's eyebrows shot up as Kix failed to hide his snort of amusement, a small grin cracking his impassive face for the first time in ages. "Let me guess, Fives taught you that?"

"Mhm! Although judging by the two of you, it doesn't mean regular troops does it?" Ahsoka grumbled as Kix just barked out a laugh, Rex trembling in the effort to hold his own in. "I'm so getting back at him."

"As long as it doesn't involve personal injury, I'll help." Kix shook his head in amusement, watching Rex place his hand on Ahsoka's shoulder.

"I have a few ideas myself." He tries not to focus on the way the Jetti preens when he gets to his feet, shifting close to him as the trio head out and towards the barracks, listening to some of Rex's surprisingly good prank ideas to use later on.

No one kicks up a fuss when Rex finally joins them for the impromptu movie night Echo and Dogma had set up, just joking with him and laughing about the movie that was more a sound board than actually paid attention to. They all knew it was just background amusement, just happy to see their commander letting loose for the first time since the BSV and enjoying his men's company, leaving the bunker deep in his mind for another night.

#personal #star wars #clone wars #the clone wars #501st battalion #captain rex #ahsoka tano #clone medic kix #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo #arc trooper jesse #clone trooper hardcase #clone trooper dogma #Rex needs more love <3 #to me the BSV would have left its mark on him #Ahsoka too #and I can imagine medical areas were hard for him to be around after that #especially after grabbing Echo too later on #anon ask

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lonewolflupe · 4 months ago

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Oh Mimi, I've read your reblog a few times now, and I wanted to thank you for taking the time to write down your live reaction, it gives me life (comments like this give me so much motivation to keep creating content, thank you so much <3)!

Thank you again for the compliment on my crack writing, it means so much coming from you! It was so much fun coming up with everything and I will definitely write more crack, don't worry! And I've said this a few times before (I feel like Echo right now for repeating myself), but thanks again for introducing me to the crack genre (looking forward to Ask Fives 2.0!) <3

The intro was obviously inspired by the FYI in your ask, so thank you for giving that little nudge into the right direction! It came pretty naturally and I wrote it in a few minutes because it just flowed from my fingers, you know? I could totally picture it in my mind haha. I'm glad you enjoyed the intro as well, I bet Fives was super content with himself that evening and Echo was just super tired.

And the one-shot, I loved writing it so much. I just loved adding to the chaos, especially with Fives' appearance, his attitude (to Dogma especially), the Hardcase and Tup worshiping, the Jesse teasing, and Kix being some sort of anchor of the last sanity within Torrent Co.

Dogma is such a good boy but I just love writing him this way, getting pushed to the edge by Fives' attitude and behaviour (at some points I can't even blame Dogma?). I don't think this will be the last crack I'll be writing with the both of them!

Also wouldn't it be funny if Anakin was secretly in Padmé's office that night and heard Fives' 'you are the treat tonight' remark? He couldn't get angry with him because it would totally confirm Fives' earlier statement/his suspicions? Hehe maybe I should write something about this (I'll definitely add Rex to that mix as well)

About them encountering Fox at Riyo's office: no one will suspect Foxiyo because Fox was wearing his helmet and it's totally normal for him to be around senators during that hour (also I don't think any of them dares speaking about it, Fox's gaze was very threatening, even through his visor).

Thank you for your amazing comment, for being such a supportive friend and for being a huge inspiration! After all, I think the way you write Fives in the Fives State of Mind has contributed to all this, so I think in the end you have to thank yourself for this fic, haha! Thank you <3

trick-or-treat

(fyi I feel obligated to tell you that the domino twins would say trick and treat because they would prank you but the treat is their glorious presence and hugs afterwards)

The door opens with such violent force, you're surprised it isn't blown from its hinges. With eyes wide open, you witness how two unhinged (it was them, not the door) men step forward, one (with the goatee obviously) even more dramatic than the other. "Trick OR treat?!?" he cries out, as if you just insulted his entire being, one hand on his chest, the other waving theatrically in the air. "Trick..," the other sighs, as this clearly isn't the first time they perform this act that night. They continue simultaneously, in such beautiful harmony that it brings tears to your eyes: "AAAAAND,", before the goatee-one sings with an opera-worthy voice: "Trrrrreaaaaaat!". You're completely in awe when you get showered by candy, and by the time you look up again, the door slams shut with the same violence used to open it. What a night.

Find your (trick and) treat all over the place below the cut:

Trick Or Threat (One-Shot)

For @aknightreaderr

Alright so this was my first attempt at crack OUTSIDE my contributions to @aknightreaderr's Fives State of Mind; I am a tad nervous about it, but I hope you'll enjoy it! Happy Halloween! <3

Summary: The Torrent boys go trick-or-treating, but when a certain ARC trooper joins them, it turns into toil-and-troubling OR How Dogma’s aversion to Fives keeps growing OR How Halloween almost exposed the Dark Lord of the Sith OR How Fives walked in on a secret get-together OR Just read the thing before I spoil the whole plot Rating: Teen and up Tags: crack, vode bonding, trick-or-treating, indirect mention of Anidala, less-discreet Foxiyo Words: 2.173 Characters: Fives, Jesse, Kix, Hardcase, Dogma, Tup, several guest appearances Read this one-shot here on AO3

“Trick-or-treating in this district sucks,” Hardcase proclaimed, not shying away from showing his disappointment, as he kicked some trash in front of him. “Yeah, who came up with this place anyway?” Jesse shot out teasingly, just to pour oil on the fire, as everyone was well aware who was to blame.

Dogma responded to Jesse’s question by shooting him an irritated look, his brows wrinkled in an unamused frown to show his aversion. “Excuse me, but strategically speaking, this place seemed most reliable. Besides, no one else came with a better plan.”

“So far I've collected three corn-clusters, five rotation bars, one gnawed nuna leg, various empty candy wrappers, and some funny looking pills - look, this one has a tooka on it!” Hardcase shared his findings, as he rummaged through his bucket. “Please let me check those pills before you decide to take any,” Kix quickly interrupted, grabbing Hardcase's hand before he could continue his search for something candy-worthy.

Tup mooched behind the group, moping about their unsuccessful candy hunt. “Maybe we should just get back to the barracks and watch a holovid instead,” he sighed, letting his head hang in defeat. Jesse put a comforting hand on his shoulder, just when their attention was being drawn.

“And miss out on all the good stuff?” came a voice from the nearest backstreet. The group halted, staring into the dimly lit alley until a figure appeared from the looming shadows. The boys held their breaths until the figure took the shape of a clone trooper; an ARC trooper, to be more precise.

“Fives?” Jesse shot in surprise, raising a brow at the sight of their brother. With a smug look on his face, Fives walked towards him, and put two fingers on Jesse's chin to shut his jaw. “Close your mouth vod, or folks might confuse it for your candy bucket,” he grinned, before turning towards the group.

Hardcase and Tup did not hold back on showing their excitement when Fives joined them, watching him with wide eyes and gaping mouths. “Fives! Fives! Fives!” Hardcase started chanting cheerfully, moments away from jumping up and down, not long before Tup joined him enthusiastically; it seemed their night of trick-or-treating was saved after all.

Dogma on the other hand was less amused; he rolled his eyes and scoffed unapologetically loud. “Great, just when I thought this night couldn't get any worse..,” he griped whilst crossing his arms and turning away from the group’s newest arrival.

Kix couldn't help but laugh at Dogma’s behaviour. “Dogma, it's just some innocent trick-or-treating, not toil-and-troubling,” he smiled at his brother, taking a brief private moment with him. “Could as well be, with him,” Dogma grumbled under his breath, resulting in more laughter from Kix. He patted Dogma on the back before turning towards the merry group behind them.

But Fives got note of Dogma's attitude, and in an attempt to persuade him to join the fun, he swung his arm around Dogma's shoulder. “You know what? You, my dearest Dogma, will love the place we're gonna visit,” Fives grinned at his sceptical brother, not helping in making him any less suspicious about the continuation of their evening.

“Fives, where are we going?” Hardcase asked curiously, anticipation radiating from his face. Still dangling from Dogma's shoulder, Fives swung around to face Hardcase, grinning from ear to ear before announcing their destination: “The Senate Building.”

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After chaos had erupted and the mixed feelings about their next stop had settled down, the group had made its way towards the location and now stood in front of the imposing building, as it stood towering high above them.

“It's bigger than I had imagined,” Jesse gasped at the dome-shaped Rotunda, letting his eyes wander the colossal structure. “So they say,” Fives grinned at him, a newly acquired lollipop dancing in the corner of his mouth. Kix halted at his side, a somewhat troubled look on his face as he addressed Fives. “How do you suppose we get inside without raising any alarms?”

But as could be expected, Fives had everything planned out already. “Relax, vod. I have brothers in every corner of the galaxy,” he winked at Kix, resulting in an amused head shake from the medic. Still not on the same wavelength as the rest of the group, Dogma barged forward to join the conversation. “Don't you mean: we have brothers everywhere?” he shot at Fives, almost accusing him of behaving like he was some favoured brother.

But Fives only took Dogma’s words as an opportunity to joke with him. “Literally speaking, yes, but not all of them will open doors for you, with that attitude,” he responded, swinging his lollipop towards Dogma, almost hitting him in the face with it. Dogma tried slamming it from Fives’ hand, but the ARC was quick enough to put it back into his mouth. “Wait here,” he said mischievously, before walking towards the building and disappearing through an inconspicuous entrance.

“This is promising,” Jesse grinned, bumping his elbow into Kix, as they stood patiently waiting for Fives to return. Inaudible to them, Dogma was continuing his complaining as Hardcase and Tup danced around him, whilst chanting their trick-or-treat-rhyme: “Trick or Treat! We’re droids of meat! Give me something good to eat! If you don’t, you’re a brute. I’ll pull down my undersuit!”

Fortunately for Dogma (or not), it didn't take long before Fives reappeared, hurriedly gesturing to them to come over. When they joined him, Fives guided them inside through the discreetly hidden side entrance. “We’re good to go,” he whispered, telling them to move quickly. They noticed one of the Coruscant Guard commanders, wings adorning his red-and-white helmet. They all shared quick nods in greeting and gratitude as they passed him, Fives waiting to be last in line.

“Thorn, vod; Fox wouldn't be as prickly without you. You keep him sharp and stingy,” he bestowed upon the Commander, granting him the widest grin he could muster. “Not sure if that's really a compliment, but you're welcome anyway,” the Commander replied with a sigh, before gesturing to him to keep moving. As Fives rushed behind the others to catch up, he glanced back over his shoulder. “If we get caught, I'll say it was Thire!” he shot back at Thorn, before he and the others disappeared around a corner.

“Please, don’t get caught..,” Thorn whispered, before he reluctantly continued his duties.

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The Senate Building’s corridors were more colourful than the ones they were used to back at the barracks, and in awe, the boys didn’t know where to look as they took in these new surroundings. Fives was looking at his brothers with a content smirk on his face when Kix caught up with him. “You, er- have been here before?” he asked curiously yet cautiously, not wanting for Fives to accidentally blurt out secrets he wasn’t supposed to share.

But Fives was smart enough to keep his reply subtle. “Officially? No,” he replied, before putting a hand to his mouth and whispering, only for Kix to hear: “Let's keep it that way.” He abruptly turned around to the group to address them, quickly changing the subject. “Please follow me, I know exactly which Senators to visit - and which ones to avoid at any cost.”

“Which category covers the Supreme Chancellor?” Dogma shot out loud in annoyance, granting him a threatening look from Fives. He landed a heavy hand on top of Dogma’s chest plate to make him halt, before pointing an accusing finger in his face. “We do not mention him here. Or anywhere. Ever,” was Fives’ most comprehensive response. Dogma swallowed at Fives’ sudden serious demeanour, whereas the others continued the subject in ignorance.

“I bet if we dressed the Chancellor in dark robes, he’d make for a great trick-or-treater,” Jesse shared his thoughts, snickering when he pictured the amount of candy they would gain. “He’d be surprisingly scary,” Hardcase added to the image, whilst Tup swallowed uncomfortably: “He already scares the kark out of me.”

“Sileeeence!”

Astounded, the boys turned their silent attention back towards Fives. “We have arrived,” he proclaimed theatrically, before waving to the nearest door. “This is a lady friend of the General, but please don’t mention him, or you’ll make her blush. Please believe me, I’ve been there,” Fives explained, the last part through clenched teeth before he turned himself towards the door. He allowed Hardcase to knock, as he was almost jumping out of his blacks from excitement.

The door whooshed open smoothly..

“Trick or Treat!”

The lively young Senator of Naboo, wearing a dashing outfit as always, regained herself quickly from her initial surprise. “Oh my, what are you doing here, boys?” she chuckled as she laid eyes on the clone troopers. She reached for a bowl of candy, and handed them out generously. “Ma’am, you are the treat tonight,” Fives flattered her whilst making a small bow, resulting in some chuffs and giggling from the boys, before they quickly said their thanks and continued their mission.

“Alright, next?” Fives asked smugly as he watched Hardcase and Tup bounce from excitement. This sure had been their best trick-or-treating ever, and they had only visited one door since they entered the Senate Building. This could only get better. “Next!” they cried in unison, before Fives guided them to the next door. This time, he granted Tup the pleasure of knocking.

The door whooshed open with a hitch..

“Trick or Treat!”

Dressed in fancy robes, made from expensive fabrics, the Senator of Alderaan stared back at them. “Troopers! What is- Wait, aren’t you a little old for trick-or-treating?” he asked in confusion, but there was a tone of amusement present in his voice. “Aren’t you a little rebellious for a senator?” Fives uttered under his breath, before clearing his throat and standing at attention to properly address the Senator. “Sir, we are aged between 11 and 13 respectively.” There was a moment of silence before the Senator erupted in a roaring laughter, wiping tears from his eyes whilst handing them a charitable amount of candy.

They continued their route merrily, excitedly inspecting their sweet treasure as they made their way to their next conquest. When they finally neared another door, Fives came to a stop hesitantly. Obviously, he didn’t want to alert the boys, but he wasn’t too confident about the next room’s occupant. A rainy haze clouded his memory, and just to be sure, he pushed Dogma forward to do the knocking.

The door whooshed open with a shrill sound..

“Trick or Treat!”

The boys looked in utter and complete horror when a Kaminoan appeared in front of them. She slightly arched her long neck to look down on them, her eyelids blinking slowly and her face emotionless. “I should get you reconditioned for this intrusion,” she slowly said at last, and none of the clones was going to question her intention. “Kark, wrong door, sorry boys,” Fives muttered embarrassed, before they scooted off into the hallway.

When they were out of sight, they slowed down their pace to catch their breaths. Fives quickly looked around, until he noticed the right door - he was absolutely sure this time. There was nothing to fear behind this door. “Should have been this one,” he laughed nervously, as he took the lead. “This is the blue senator from Pantora; she's pretty cool. Let's see what treat's waiting for us,” he said confidently, a smirk sliding on his face as he stepped forward, knocking the door himself this time.

The door whooshed open with a thud..

“Trick or-”

None of them dared finishing the sentence when the opening door revealed none other than Marshal Commander Fox of the Coruscant Guard. Even with his helmet on, he looked tired, unamused, menacing, and ready to commit a murder - or several. Fives, standing closest to him, swallowed audibly before starting to back off slowly. “Threat,” he finished their supposedly innocent sentence under his breath, before he turned around to face the boys. “Run,” he hooted, before all of them fled anxiously, scattering off into different directions.

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“Who was it, love?” Riyo asked absently when Fox returned, from where she sat behind her desk, bent over several datapads. Fox took his helmet off and put it on a side table, making sure it didn’t bother her late-night senatorial obligations. “Just some vermin, nothing for you to worry about,” he said gruffly, but his mood lightened instantly when she looked up at him with her big, golden eyes. “Vermin? I didn’t know there was an infestation in the Rotunda,” she remarked, hurriedly reaching for one of her datapads to send in an official report.

Fox was quick enough to catch her hand before she could grab one, guiding it towards his lips and placing a slow, soft kiss on it to ease her troubled mind. “Don’t worry, I took care of it. They won’t show their faces here again.” Her features softened instantly, her lips sliding into an affectionate smile. “Oh Fox, what would I do without you?”

Bonus sketch (because I was initially going to treat you with a drawing):

#inbox trick-or-treating #lonewolflupe writes

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bobafettuccini · 3 years ago

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Clone Handwriting Headcanons

Does anyone else ever think about the handwriting of the Clones? Surely Kamino has a standardized font they teach cadets, like a formal cursive, but once they get out of Kamino I can very easily see it branching off into wildly different directions.

I’ll be talking about the High Galactic alphabet (or the Latin Alphabet, as we know it).

Lots of clones deliberately stretch out their letters to be taller, because it mimics the highly vertical font of Mando’a.

Clone Commanders who work closely with Jedi tend to pick up handwriting habits from them.

Cody has very formal, readable handwriting, but he accidentally picked up General Kenobi’s weird E’s somewhere along the way.

Kel Dor language pairs lots of smooth curves and sharp corners, which carries into General Plo’s High Galactic. Wolffe decides he likes the look, but his writing also has sharper angles and is more vertical then his general’s.

Both Anakin and Ahsoka canonically write in all caps & Rex finds himself slipping more and more capital letters into his handwriting as the war goes on.

Echo is generally very by the book at first, but after Skako & joining the Batch, his writing becomes much messier. He genuinely just doesn’t care anymore.

Fives is wonderful at mimicking other people’s handwriting! He can forge signatures too.

Jessie has decent handwriting with a significant left slant, but it gets messy and uneven when he’s tired. He once tried writing in all caps like General Skywalker but hated it, and switched back almost immediately.

Kix and all the other GAR medics appropriately have terrible handwriting that only the other medics can understand.

Dogma’s handwriting is pristine & textbook, but who would expect anything less?

The Corrie Guard probably has the strictest rules when it comes to handwriting.

They work closely with the senators and with the chancellor so their writing is fairly standardized, but there are still little tells.

Fox’s is the most precise, naturally, but it tends to run smaller just because of how much he has to write.

Thire crosses his 7s and his Zs.

Thorn has a small loop on the curved tail of his Ys. He picked it up from Senator Amidala.

Hound’s is just a smidge larger then his brothers’.

When Stone is writing, the words are slightly larger and the spaces in between words are slightly further apart.

But these are minute differences, nearly invisible acts of rebellious individuality - someone not deliberately looking wouldn’t be able to spot the difference.

The Bad Batch’s handwriting is all over the place.

Hunter writes with heavy pressure on the pen. He doesn’t really like writing, so his words are scribbled fast and tend to run together just to get it over with sooner. He does like twirling his pen though.

Tech’s handwriting is almost completely illegible - he writes too fast for it to be neat. If that wasn’t bad enough, he frequently switches languages mid-sentence to better express what he means & his writing scatters across his pages (and onto tables and walls) instead of writing on the lines.

Crosshair has sharp, vertical handwriting with very few curves or loops - he likes angles and sharp turns. He also dots his Is with an x instead of a dot.

Wrecker has childish handwriting. His letter sizing is very inconsistent and his words tend to float above the line.

Bonus: Omega’s handwriting was standard clone handwriting, but also had tells of working heavily with written Kaminoan. After being adopted, she began to deliberately mimic Hunter’s handwriting.

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phoenixyfriend · 4 years ago

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Systems’ Scourge

I am no Jedi.

She says the words every time someone questions the sabers. She says it, day in, day out, and tells herself to believe it. She says it, and word spreads, because this way her actions don’t reflect on the Republic.

She was kicked out of the Order because she was framed for terrorism.

It’s all she does now, technically. She’s a terrorist, by some definition, even if her chosen targets are slavers and drugs lords.

Her actions must not reflect on the Republic.

“General.”

She turns away from the transparisteel, away from the blur of hyperspace, and into the arms of the man she trusts above all others.

“Almost there?” she asks.

“Another hour,” Rex confirms. He waits until she steps to join him, brushing their shoulders together as they walk through the ship, beskar to durasteel.

(Bo-Katan hadn’t necessarily liked her very much, but she’d had her own strange code of honor. She chose her payments, but she ensured compensation when and where she could. And so it went: beskar for the girl without a home who helped Mandalore, even as it almost killed her.)

(The boys... well. They haven’t been able to afford proper durasteel and beskar alloy armor for everyone yet, but they’re working on it.)

We are not Mando’ade.

“Kix got back to me,” he says. “We running low on bacta again.”

“Do we still have the funds from Zygerria?”

“More than.”

“Approved,” she says, and he laughs. She rolls her eyes. “You already handled it, didn’t you?”

“Of course, cyar’e.”

She doesn’t outrank him anymore. They are equals, in this and all things. He can approve anything she can. The only time she has authority is when they’re playing roles for the underworld.

The only time he has authority is when it comes to Kamino.

“What ate it up this time?” she asks instead.

“Had a few new arrivals,” he says. “Nobody you knew, mostly shinies. Fives is helping them adjust to being alive again.”

“Echo isn’t helping?”

“Migraines.”

“I see,” she says, and casts her eyes across the corridors. Strangely empty. “I’m assuming you’re leading me somewhere?”

“Jesse wants to give you a cultural debrief before we land.”

“We’ve been to Serenno,” she says, frowning heavily. “Dooku knows us. Does Jesse think he’s already fallen and we need to readjust? I didn’t think he was anywhere close last time we checked in.”

“He’s got visitors,” Rex says, grimacing. “From the Trade Federation.”

Oh, lovely. “He does realize the galaxy knows my face at this point, right? Isn’t he worried about the Federation getting word to Republic that the Count is hosting the terrorist they’ve spent two years fearing and hunting?”

Rex shrugs. “I think Jesse might be planning a disguise.”

She wrinkles her nose. “Great. Just love the smell of cosmetics.”

"Only a few hours,” he assures her.

“Yeah, yeah,” she sighs, and decides to switch the topic. “The shinies, all 501st?”

“Affirmative.”

“And still no other GAR ships on the comms?”

“None yet.” He’s as unhappy about it as she is. She doesn’t even after feel out along the bond. He’s still holding out hope for a Marshall Commander that didn’t live long enough to see Order 66 hit. She’s still hoping for almost any Jedi that remembers the war, instead of the pleasant strangers that call her Dark.

I am no Jedi, she tells them, even as their faces shade towards confusion at her white blades. She is not Fallen, and it shows in her kyber. They don’t know what to make of her.

“Republic might start building their own army soon,” she says instead. It’s an old refrain. They both know Kuat is building ships to match their precious Venator. The Survivor, she’d named it, unable to figure out which broken vessel had been given to her in this time she’d never lived. “We need allies, not just Dooku’s bankrolling. Has Fett--”

“No,” Rex says, short and grim. “Denal got close, we think, but he said he’s not going to talk to dar’manda that take orders from a Jedi.”

Lots wrong with that sentence.

“Didn’t get him to look anyone’s face?” she guesses.

“Not enough time,” Rex says. “Denal says it was a firefight. Couldn’t risk taking a helmet off.”

“And without the faces, nobody could get him to listen anything else,” she concludes. “You’d think he would have seen the wanted posters.”

“Think he’s of the opinion that if it walks like a Jedi, talks like a Jedi, carries a saber like a Jedi...”

She rolls her eyes. “So we’re back to square one, looking to hire on new soldiers that someone’s going to have to train, that we’ll have to convince Dooku to help pay for when we can’t appropriate funds from the Hutts, that probably won’t measure up to clone standards or have any sense of how to work with you, and will be security risks.”

“About sums it up, sir.”

She shoots him a look. “You’re making fun of me.”

He grins, easy as anything. “Wouldn’t dream of it. Sir.”

She bumps her fist into the metal on his upper arm. “Remind me why I married you?”

“Well, we were pretty kriffed up,” Rex fake-muses. “Pretty sure the trauma was a big part of it.”

“Of course.”

“And we can’t forget that time you started crying on me while we were making out.”

“No doubt.”

“And we’ve been friends for the better part of a decade now, so that’s going on the list.”

“I wouldn’t dream of not including our many years of shared horrors.”

“Or that Dooku kept asking when we were going to make things official.”

“I never should have told him I was part of his lineage,” she sighs, just as they reach the door to Jesse’s favorite Cultural Debrief room. There’s an old-school projector in there, and far more cosmetics and undercover costumes than the average person would expect. It’s a fun room.

Ahsoka turns and lifts up on her toes, just enough to press her lips to his. Rex tilts his head, presses back just a moment, and then pulls away. They grip each other’s forearms, and Ahsoka doesn’t shy away when he presses his forehead to hers.

“How much longer?” he asks.

It’s the same question, every time. She never has an answer.

She was raised to keep the peace. He was born to fight for it. Neither of them have ever truly known it.

She’s not sure they ever will.

“Jesse’s waiting,” she mutters, and pulls away. He matches her smile, small and tired, but meant only for the other. She turns to the door, takes a deep breath, and steps on through. “Okay, who are we preparing today, because I’m sure as hell not meeting Gunray as General Fulcrum.”

“We’re thinking Princess Ashla this time,” Jesse says, completely unruffled by the loud entrance. “Unless you want to play up the ‘Dooku’s adopted granddaughter’ thing. The Count might appreciate it.”

“Hard pass,” she says, dropping into the makeup chair. “Princess Ashla it is.”

I am no Jedi, and so I do what they cannot.

#Ahsoka Tano #Captain Rex #Rexsoka #Ahsoka #Rex #star wars #the clone wars #Jesse #Count Dooku #Dooku #Phoenix Posts #time travel #'what the fuck is going on?' you ask #great question!#I don't know either #Well okay I actually know a lot #but to be fair the characters are about as confused as the readers

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happytroopers · 4 years ago

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Origin Day // platonic 501st! Reader

Tw: alcohol use

It’s my 21st birthday and I want to go clubbing with the 501st

“Wait, isn’t twenty-one like a big deal for civvies?” Fives asked, watching you wrench a bolt tighter on the sliding door of a gunship in the large hangar of the Coruscant GAR barracks. Most clone troopers genuinely didn’t understand the sensationalized idea of birthdays (or as most people in the galaxy called them: Origin Days). The closest they had was when they were let out of the growth chambers. You shrugged, giving the wrench one last pull before wiping the sweat off your forehead.

“On some planets.” You hummed, “For some species. Depends on when the government deems your species old enough to drink alcohol.”

“So you can enlist in the military, but can’t go for a drink.” Echo asked, eye brows furrowing while Fives muttered something about that being bullshit.

You gave the gunship one last appraisal before deciding you had done all you could do. If they wanted those dents out, high command would have to sanction heavy equipment. Finally, you looked back to the Arc trooper duo.

“Which is why you’ve never seen me in 79’s.”

“Civie laws make no sense.” Fives stated bluntly, kicking himself off the crate he’d be lounging on. “So are you doing anything?”

“Well, my childhood friends live on a different planet, and my academy friends are all deployed at the moment.” You voice was strained as you stretched your arms over your head, “Aside from getting those AT-RT’s back in working order? Not unless you two have any brilliant ideas.”

Over your head, the two Arc troopers shared a look. They did in fact have an idea-though ‘brilliant’ was a little bit generous.

_______

“Don’t you two have an early call time tomorrow?” You yelled over the thumping music, subconsciously tugging at your outfit (you had forgotten how exposing civvie clothes felt compared to your military uniforms).

79’s was busier than usual according to Echo who was walking in front of you to part the crowd. Fives was behind you, guiding you with a warm hand on the small of your back.

“Yeah, but you don’t.” Fives answered with a smile in his voice. In front of you Echo nodded.

“We’ll manage.” He paused, pulling you in front of him and pointing to a back corner, “Besides, I doubt it’ll be that much of a problem.”

You eyes followed his finger to find an unexpected sight. Half of the 501st was gathered around a corner booth, even Captain Rex who rarely ever ventured to the club scene.

Fives and Echo watched your expression carefully, relieved when you broke into a laugh and your hands flew to your mouth.

“It’s not much but-“ Echo started in with something cheesy, but you cut him off, taking both his and Fives hands as you pulled them towards the corner.

“It’s perfect.” You promised. And it was. For some the party had already started: Hardcase and Jesse were clutching long necked bottles while they teased Tup. Kix and Rex were chatting over swirling low ball glasses of whiskey. And to your surprise, Dogma even come, even if he was just clutching a glass of water like a life preserver.

When they finally caught sight of you, you could hear their whoops and hollers over the music.

“Hey!” “There she is!” “Wooooo, (Y/N)!”

Amongst other greetings were chorused as you were pulled into the fold. Echo passed you off to Jesse who through an arm around your shoulders, easily pulling you to his side while Hardcase clapped a hand onto your back. Tup simply offered you a kind smile. They were all laughing and it was contagious.

Rex didn’t get up, but he did raise his glass to you with a nod and a smile. Dogma, who looked like he didn’t truly want to be there, at least managed a smile, even if it was a bit forced. You appreciated his presence, nonetheless. Kix slid out of the booth, fingers dipping into a pocket on his belt and producing a medium sized, clear gel capped pill before planing it in your hand. You took it, a little hesitantly, but looked up at him in confusion.

“It’s a hydration supplement. You’re gonna wanna take that if you want to function tomorrow.” He promised with a wink, offering the untouched glass of water. You followed his instructions and then the party really started.

While Kix had been being the responsible one, Hardcase had snuck off and had returning with a tray of nine shots that glowed a not-so-subtle neon blue. Because that’s what you should do- drink things that glow.

After placing them on the table, everyone took one of the tiny glasses (or in Dogma’s case was bullied into taking one), and looked to Rex expectantly.

“Well, Captain, aren’t you going to give a toast?” Fives chided, holding his shot up. Rex rose an eye brow, but mirrored the action.

“Alright. We’re very lucky to celebrate together tonight and even luckier to call (Y/N) our friend. Let’s drink to the 501st, to the Republic, and to many more years for (Y/N).” He announced very seriously and sincerely, locking eyes with you. It was almost enough to make you misty eyed- had Hardcase not immediately yelled.

“Hell yeah, I’ll drink to that! To (Y/N)!!” He shouted, and before you could changed your mind to raised the glass to your friends and threw it back. Surprisingly, the glowing liquor was sweet, a flavor you couldn’t quite place, but it did leave a burning trail down your throat. You coughed, at first, before shivering when the alcohol settled into your belly. The boys laughed at your expression.

“Well, if you’re not gonna drink it,” Hardcase shrugged, plucking the tiny glass out of Dogma’s hand and putting it in yours, “the birthday girl should.”

It was going to be a night.

And it was.

There were a couple of shots thrust into your hands periodically through the night that sustained the bubbly warmth moving through you blood. Between the shots, Fives and Echo did a good job of convincing random soldiers to buy you drinks. There was dancing and laughter, enough to last a lifetime.

Rex was the first to leave, handing you a glass of water and reminding you to pace yourself before looking sternly at Fives and Echo, “You two makes sure she gets home safe, that’s an order.”

Dogma was next, slipping out shortly after Rex. But not before you convinced to dance with you. It was stiff and awkward, but you managed to get him to laugh before the song was up. After Hardcase loudly boo-ed him for ‘wussing’ out, he wished you a happy Origin Day and reminded you of the call time for the next day.

That was when Jesse delivered you a fruity little umbrella drink, and coincidentally that was when night became a little fuzzy.

Fives, Echo, Jesse, Hardcase, Tup, and Kix took turns dancing with you, trading you around. Jesse even scared some shiny off when they tried to ease into your dance, getting a little too handsy for his taste. At one point, Jesse and Hardcase had you hoisted onto their shoulders as Tup waited ready to catch you if they dropped you. Before you knew it, the bartender was calling last call.

Then there were flashes of the journey home. Stumbling out of 79’s with the rest of the late night crowd, not being able to flag a taxi big enough for seven, deciding to walk, getting distracted by greasy street food, tripping over your own feet bad enough that Kix had to patch up your scraped up knees, and winding up at the Clone barracks being carried on Echo’s back, fast asleep. The only thing you remembered from the barracks was passing a group of clones in black and red armor, and one of them muttering, ‘regs...’ in disdain. By the time they realized they forgot to take you home, they were too tired to remedy it.

And that’s how you woke up in Hardcase’s bunk, with the said solider crashing on top of Tup in the bunk below you. Fives and Echo were slumped against each other, sitting on the floor. Kix was the only one where he was supposed to be and he was sleeping very soundly. Jesse was nowhere to be found.

None of you made it to call on time.

#clone wars x reader #captain rex x reader #fives x reader #arc trooper fives x reader #echo x reader #clone trooper tup #tup x reader #clone trooper jesse x reader #arc trooper Jesse x reader #clone trooper kix x reader #kix x reader #dogma x reader #clone wars imagine

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rainydaydream-gal18 · 3 years ago

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(Clone Wars) The Awkward Chronicles: Clone Wars Edition

(Author's Note: Wooo, here we go, fam.

Join Rex, Fives, Jesse, Dogma, and Kix for some embarrassing encounters.

Warnings: embarrassing situations, second-hand embarrassment).

Rex was explaining the situation a little more thoroughly than he needed to, but out of courtesy and respect for the captain, you put on an attentive expression and listened despite how exhausted you were. The last few evenings had not been too kind to you, and you were going on less than six hours of sleep each night. Rex’s strategies were usually pretty straightforward, but Skywalker’s input was easily recognizable when the strategy took a turn and became a little more complicated.

Rex pointed to the holodiagram with each part of the strategy, and your eyes followed along.

“Now, remember,” he said for the second time. “This will only work if you and your squad is there on time.”

You nodded quickly, finally feeling your patience wear a little thin. “Yeah, yeah, Anakin, just make sure your squad is there,” you rushed. The look on Rex’s face made you realize your mistake. He had gone silent, eyes widening slightly for a moment before his brows pulled down in offense. “Oh, I’m sorry,” you apologized, instantly regretting your bout of impatience. “This is a great strategy which I’m sure will be very effective. I’m just a little tired is all.”

Rex’s brows rose then. “It’s fine. Just…” He paused, lips quirking slightly in an amused expression. “I an a clone. There are quite a few men out there that I share a likeness with, yet you called me ‘Anakin.’”

You pinched the bridge of your nose in embarrassment. “I know. I’m sorry.”

Rex’s smirk grew into one of those rare smiles, the ones that usually only came out when he was joking around with the men on leave. “Why don’t you get some rest? We’ll talk strategy later.”

You smiled sheepishly and nodded, though grateful to have been given an out. You’d definitely be more up for this conversation later after a nap.

- - - -

You were so going to kill him.

Even from your favorite booth in the corner away from all the commotion at 79’s, your face flushed. Fives had taken the liberty of setting you up on a blind date. With a trooper. A trooper you’d never met before. He had given you 79’s as the location and left you with a short and rather vague-as you’d come to realize- description of the man.

“His name’s Chrys, and he’s got the standard trooper haircut,” he had explained over the comm. “But he’s not hard to miss; he’s got a tattoo of the Republic symbol.”

Did Fives have any idea how many troops had that symbol at the 79’s tonight? Some had it tattooed on the side of their forehead, placed in a similar spot to where Fives had his signature “5.” A few had it on the back of their hands, only visible because their gloves were off. One trooper had the symbol tattooed on the side of his neck just below his ear, barely peeking out of the collar of his blacks.

It was amazing. As much as you believed that each trooper was their own man with their own rights and destiny...the hard fact was that they were indeed clones that looked very similar. The last thing you wanted was your blind date to think it made no difference to you, that a clone was a clone. So you were trying your very best to find him on your own as soon as you could.

“Hey there,” a trooper greeted. You glanced his way and offered a polite smile, though you didn’t want to give him the wrong idea. There was no Republic tattoo, so you didn’t want to lead him on when you were waiting for someone.

“Hey,” you said.

There was an awkward silence as he remained standing in front of your booth, and you turned your attention back to him. Your gazes met, and you became more alarmed the longer he stared at you.

“Can I help you?”

“Are you _________?” he asked finally.

“Um, yeah,” you lifted a brow. “Are you Chrys?”

“That’s me.”

“Oh my goodness, I’m sorry.” You blushed. “I didn’t realize it was you. He said you had a Republic tattoo.”

Chrys chuckled good-naturedly, pulling up the sleeve of his military uniform to reveal the tattoo on his forearm. “I suppose that would’ve been more helpful information if you could see it.”

“Yeah, I’ll have to get him for that later,” you mumbled.

- - - -

“And what brings you here?” you asked, resting your hands on your hips as you did a once-over with your gaze, and being sure to add a playful wink in there. You weren’t entirely certain when it began, but you and Jesse had an inside joke of flirting with each other. It was just something you both liked to do.

Maybe it was the way the light-hearted jokes and flirts put you in a good mood, no matter how bad your day was before he arrived. Maybe it was the eye-rolling the two of you would get from any bystanders during your little banters.

Either way, it became a thing that only the two of you shared.

“I just needed to get another look at those pretty eyes of yours,” he replied smoothly.

“Oh yeah? Well you’re not so bad yourself there, hotshot.”

It was easy to forget the other troopers coming and going from the medbay as you focused on the task at hand and bandaged up Jesse’s wounded arm. A few more flirts were exchanged before you needed to move on and check up on some new arrivals. With a promise that you’d return shortly, you made your rounds. Dogma, Fives, and Echo were amongst the wounded that you patched up. Before long, you were at your station checking some records with your back turned to the rest of the bay. With eyes focused on the list in front of you, it barely registered that someone had approached.

“Excuse me, but if I’m clear, I’d like to return to my duties.”

Oh right, Jesse. He was all taken care of, so there was no issue with him ducking out at this point. You were ready to throw in another flirt for good measure.

“You sure about that, handsome? I’m certainly going to miss you...” you turned around with your best pouty face to see a wide-eyed Dogma staring at you. Your heart plummeted at the mortified look on his face, and your eyes flickered to the right to see Jesse perched on his gurney nearby. Your friend snorted at the scene, and you offered Dogma several apologies.

“I’m so sorry, Dogma. I thought you were Jesse. Your paperwork is cleared, and you’re free to go.”

“Thank you,” he replied, then paused. “S-sweetheart.” And then he practically scurried out of the medbay, leaving you a blushing mess and Jesse laughing his head off.

- - - -

“Hey, Kix!” you greeted one of your good friends as he approached you. 79’s was certainly bustling that night. It was crowded beyond belief due to a recent victory that brought a wave of troops in on leave.

Kix ran a hand over his elaborately-shaved head. You saw his lips move, but his reply was drowned out by the blaring music. He handed you a drink, your usual, and you mouthed a “thank you” in response. As he led you over to the table where a group from the 501st were, he continued speaking to you. His lips were moving at the speed of light it seemed, so you weren’t quite able to pick up what he was saying. You could, however, tell that he was waiting for some sort of response by the way he gazed at you with lifted brows.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that,” you said, gesturing toward your ear for emphasis. He nodded in understanding, lips turning up in a chuckle, before he came a little closer to shout near your ear. When he pulled away to wait for your reaction, you stared blankly at him. You still couldn’t hear a single thing he said. So you tried one more time to sheepishly let him know. Kix, patient as ever, leaned even closer. This time you could at least audibly hear his voice, but it was still difficult to make out any words.

You thought you heard “drink....time...crazy.” And judging by the smile on his face, you figured it was an amusing notion he was trying to share. As much as you didn’t want to be dishonest, you’d already asked Kix twice to repeat himself. You figured it was best if you just nodded and laughed along. So you did.

And the smile fell from Kix’s face. You watched as he nodded slightly and took a swig from his own glass, expression suddenly so serious. Your embarrassment spiked instantly.

What had you just nodded along to?

As Kix took a seat, you inwardly face-palmed. You’d have to sort this out later and admit you still hadn’t heard what he said. It wouldn’t be pleasant, but it sure beat living the rest of your life having no clue what made him frown.

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hellothere-generalangsty · 4 years ago

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Fives - Anchor

Pairing: Fives x reader

Word Count: 1450 words

CW/ TW: Angst; mourning/loss, death, letter, anniversary, pain, brooding, it’s very heavy and sensitive so please proceed with caution and let me know if I didn’t TW something you deemed necessary; also a bit more hopeful/ light toward the end because my heart couldn’t handle that much sadness tonight

Tags: @chaoticvampirejedi @loth-wolffe @m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s @tacticalsparkles @imalovernotahater @canwestayinthisdream @wakeupjackthisisntfair @namesmox @badbatch-simp24 @lightning-wolffe @maddieskywalker @for-the-love-of-clones @m-e-w-117 @99squad

@ladykatakuri @firelordillyria @andiebell2023

Notes: I guess I missed him a lot tonight… Sorry for the pain

Some elements included in this fic are inspired from chats I had with @m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s ; thank you little moon for being an inspiration to me 🌙

Iridescent - Linkin Park

0000.

Happy anniversary Fives.

Though I don’t see how it could be happy, when you’re everywhere but here. I never grew used to your absence, I never could; not when you’re haunting my every move, haunting this place and this world, finding your way back to me through faint memories and thousand of faces walking up to my office every day, asking me about my day and if I feel well.

I have to look at the ghost of you, every single time, and lie.

“I’m fine. What can I do for you?”

And I hear your voice again, and again. It tells me about the pain running through your back, the nightmares hitting harder than usual, and the fear eating you alive every time you get out of your hard, cold bed.

But it’s not you. It never is. I never could be.

I stopped buying your shampoo. I couldn’t even bring myself to finish the bottle we had in the shower. It’s still there, hidden somewhere in the bathroom, waiting to be emptied and thrown away carelessly, in such a mundane way one could so easily forget about it. But I can’t throw it away; it’s not mundane anymore.

I hid the jewels too, except for the bracelet. I hate to wear it, but I hate even more to put it away. I just feel…I feel naked when I don’t have it, and empty when I do. I can’t help but see you – feel you – through the shades of blue and black. What was once the purest blessing turned into the worst curse, and I can’t break it. I almost did – breaking the bracelet. I almost did.

I could if I really wanted to; but then I would lose you again, and I just…

I gave your aprons to the boys. I couldn’t stand to see them, neatly hanging in the kitchen. They were silly anyway, and I had no use for them. I’m a doctor after all, not a cook.

I published my thesis on the clones’ rights, and it is being presented to the Senate by Senator Amidala as we speak. I told her I wouldn’t be able to be there for her discourse, and she simply hugged me. I wish she hadn’t.

0527.

It’s been a year, yet it feels like yesterday. Everyone moved on; everyone but me, and I can’t help but be mad. I am mad that they forgot so easily about you, that they brushed you off as “another collateral damage”, another…clone. It’s the way they say it when they try to comfort me.

You were more than a clone. More than a soldier, and more than a man.

You were Fives.

You were my anchor, and I was your ocean.

I miss the way you said it. Coming home to me, tired, features drained and eyes darkened by the horrors of your latest campaign; but always soft and caring through the hoarseness of your voice as you whispered it against my skin. You always found a way to be there for me; for everyone, even when you were losing yourself in your own prison.

I am mad at you because of that. Because you couldn’t stand back for once, be egoistic and think of yourself instead of trying to play the hero in the dark. They killed you because you didn’t wait, not even when I asked you – begged you to. I am so angry because I called you an idiot, and all you could answer me was “I love you too, my ocean. My anchor.”

You didn’t even let me say it back.

1134.

I am mad at myself. You trusted me enough to tell me everything, and you knew I would believe you. And when you tried to do something about it, I called you an idiot. I wasn’t even there with you; I should have been there with you. I could have saved you.

Fives…

I remember the first time you came home. At the time, it was still “my place”, but the moment you stepped in it stopped being mine only. I always told you to come by if you needed; and the one time you did, we ended up laughing so hard the neighbour had to knock at the door. But it felt good. I guess that day I gave you a part of myself, and you carried it with you ever since. I suppose it died with you, too.

I know I shouldn’t be so broody; I can almost hear you, your chuckles filling the room, your hands pressing down my shoulders as you tell me “it’s a celebration, smile for me!”; and the smell of that shampoo tickling my nose as you come close to lay a kiss on my cheek…

But now the only thing I can feel are the tears, and that twisting ache in my chest, burning my skin and ripping my lungs apart. I can’t even breathe correctly anymore, I…

1745.

I’m sorry I had you waiting.

I fell asleep on the table, and woke up because of the cold. It’s always cold in here now. I borrowed one of your old sweatshirt - I hope you don’t mind. I kept them. I almost gave them to the boys, along with the aprons; but then I thought they could always come in handy.

They do. When days like today happens; days where I feel too lonely, where I miss you too much and it just feels too cold, I slip into one and hold it so close to me it almost feels like you’re here. My arms become yours, your faint perfume comes back to me fresh and soft, and I sometimes swear I can feel your warmth against my skin. I close my eyes when I do that, and it stops being a dream for a second.

For just a second, you’re back. You never truly left.

And when I open my eyes again; when I realise what it is all about, I still feel you. I see the bracelet, smell the black tissue, watch one of these B movie we used to laugh at and somehow I feel the best and worst I’ve felt in a long time.

I wish you were here. I wish I could tell you how much I missed you and how beautiful you are; if I could hold you tight, one last time... I didn’t even get to hug you one last time. I didn’t know it would be it; else I wouldn’t have let you go.

Echo is supposed to come around today. He told me he would. He didn’t forget about you either, you know. Neither did Rex, or Jesse, or Kix. Your vode didn’t forget about you. They always make sure to keep you alive, tell everyone about you and remember them of who you were.

Echo always says you’re his best friend. He never uses the past tense. I can’t blame him; I still say you’re the love of my life whenever people ask me. I guess we know deep down these things will never change. We don’t want it to change.

Wait, someone knocked.

2226.

When was the last time we laughed like that? For once, we turned the tears into something better; lighter. I’m sure you would be proud of us.

Of course, you would be proud of us.

It almost feels good to see you through Echo; to find glimpses of you in his smile, the faint spark in his eyes when he retells your best pranks, and the way he chuckles...I almost feel at home right now. With you. Not quite, but close enough.

Enough to make me smile, for the first time today.

Echo says hi. He’s watching me writing to you. He asked me to tell you that Rex lit a candle for you this morning, and the boys had a little something for you; but I can’t know what; apparently I “wouldn’t understand anyway”. So I hope – we hope – that you liked it. We’re probably going to watch a bad movie and mock the poor acting until we fall asleep, and tomorrow we will…We’ll probably think of you again, but hopefully there won’t be as much tears as today.

I guess it’s a battle worth fighting. Not for the Republic or the Greater Good; not for the Senate or the Chancellor. Not for the Jedis or the Galaxy.

No, it’s a battle we fight for you, Fives. Let us be your anchor, for once, and rest easy now, because more than anything or anyone else out there… you deserve it.

2359.

Happy anniversary Fives.

I love you too, my Anchor.

- Your Ocean.

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rowansparrow · 4 years ago

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By Any Other Name: Chapter Seven

Summary: You and Rex have a conversation on the rooftop.

Chapter Rating: Teen

Warnings: Alcohol, some drunk-ness. Sad, so very sad.

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

Tags: #ByAnyOtherName, #BAON

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: *insert that Always Sunny in Philadelphia Meme: “NEWSFLASH ASSHOLE, REX HAS BEEN IN LOVE WITH READER THE ENTIRE GODDAMN TIME* As always, bless @fat-zygerrian for being my beta reader!

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

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six

You were supposed to meet him that night.

You’d planned on going to 79’s instead of the rooftop as usual. Rose said the boys had missed you and wanted to play cards again. You’d gotten all dolled up and were about to head out when your comm beeped.

“Hey,” You grinned, shutting your apartment door behind you. “I was just heading out.”

“Yeah… about that,” Rose sounded embarrassed. “There’s been a change in plans. I won’t be able to make it. In fact, none of us will. We got – err – held up on base.”

“Really?” You asked, pausing as you started to head down to the main level of your building. “Okay… well can we meet after?”

“I’m not supposed to go off base but – yeah, yeah I’ll see what I can do. Keep your comm close.”

He hung up and you hesitated in the stairwell for a beat. Fuck it. Even if Rose couldn’t come along, you were still going to have a nice time tonight!

You had gotten more confident about going to 79’s ever since you and Rose had gotten close. You could recognize a few distinct faces now, just from people Rose had pointed out to you or introduced to you in passing. There was a notable absence of 501st blue, which at least confirmed Rose wasn’t just ditching you and had in fact gotten held up at the base with the rest of his battalion.

You approached the bar, settling in and glancing around to look for any familiar faces to keep you company while you waited for Rose. Further down the bar, you spotted Marshal Commander Cody and your breath hitched for just a moment. Rose had told you all about him – the most highly decorated clone soldier in the entire Republic Army. You would’ve been able to guess it even if Rose hadn’t told you about the curved scar on the side of his face. For the way Cody carried himself, even here, held an air of authority, of gravitas and poise.

He was talking to someone, the other person obscured by his own body. You ordered a drink, trying not to look as starstruck by the Commander as you felt.

“I’d try your luck with someone a little less ranked if I were you,” The bartender teased, catching you staring. “I’ve never once seen the Marshal Commander take up an offer to go home with somebody.”

“That’s – that isn’t my intention.” You blushed, taking the drink with a short huff. Still, you glanced at Cody again and watched him clap his hand on the shoulder of the man he’d been speaking with.

“Alright, see you around, Rex ‘ole boy. Stay out of trouble.”

Now that made you turn instantly. As Cody moved away, you were able to get a better look at the man he’d been talking to, and gods above, it was him. It was Captain Rex. Rose had told you so many stories about him that it felt strange finally seeing him in the flesh.

Rose had warned you about how much trouble you both could get in if anyone ever found out you were seeing each other. Your friendship was frowned upon enough as is, but now that it had become something more, Rose had given you the full dressing-down on what could happen to him if you were ever caught.

As such, you hadn’t ever met Rose’s superior officer, and since Rose wasn’t here…

You downed the rest of your drink quickly. There’s no reason the Captain would be suspicious of you. Besides, you wanted to meet him, get to know the man who was such a huge part of Rose’s life.

You wanted to meet his family.

“Hi.”

In truth, maybe your introduction could’ve been a little stronger. But as you sidled over to the Captain and leaned one hand on the bar, he gave you a small smile, nodding once.

“Ma’am.”

“Can I buy you a drink?”

Rex seemed surprised and looked you over carefully. He seemed to be waging a war with himself for a split second but eventually nodded.

“I don’t see why not.”

You grinned, settling into the seat beside him and waving the bartender over, tucking a hand under your chin. “What’s your name? I’m Y/N.”

“Rex.” He replied, offering his hand to shake. You repressed the urge to giggle. He was such a gentleman.

“What do you drink, Rex?”

He chuckled. “Whiskey.”

“Two of those, then.” You told the bartender. Rex’s eyebrow jumped up but you barely noticed.

“So. You must be a Captain, right? With all this fancy gear?” You said, motioning to his pauldron and kama.

“How d’you know I’m not just some ARC trooper who likes showing off?” Rex replied, smirking and leaning forward a bit.

“I’ve met an ARC trooper or two, and you don’t seem the type to boast.”

Rex chuckled again, taking his glass as the bartender returned. “You must get around, then.”

It wasn’t an insult and you didn’t take it as such. “Maybe I’m just good at making friends.”

Rex smiled and his eyes seemed to appraise you for a moment, taking all of you in, calculating. He took a swig.

“You here with any of those friends?” He asked.

“All alone, tonight.” You replied. “My friends got held up and you looked lonely. Thought I’d keep you company. It’s the least I can do for a soldier like you.”

Rex chuckled, low and sweet. “Most pretty girls don’t just find themselves in 79’s.” Rex drawled, setting his glass down again. “From what I can tell, they’re usually looking for trouble.”

He turned slightly to face you better. “Are you looking for trouble, mesh’la?”

Your heart skipped a beat. You knew that word, but didn’t know what it meant. Rose had called you that before.

“It looks like I already found it.” You replied.

Rex grinned. “Then I guess you better stay close so I can keep a proper eye on you.”

You chuckled, picking up your own drink and finally taking a sip. The whiskey burned your throat but it warmed you to the core. Rex looked impressed which was its own bonus.

“You never answered my question.” You said. “Are you a Captain?”

“I command the 501st attack battalion.” Rex said, a note of pride in his voice.

“Ah, then you must know Echo and Fives.” You prompted.

Rex seemed to age ten years at just the mention of their names. “I take it those are the ARC troopers you’ve met?” He asked. “My condolences.”

You giggled. “We played cards a few times. They’re nice but definitely a handful.”

“They’re all a handful.” Rex waved over the bartender to get another drink. “Every last one of them. That’s why none of them were allowed off base tonight.”

“Oh?” You grinned. “Do tell.”

Once he got going talking about his men, he couldn’t stop. Rex regaled you with the story of how earlier that afternoon he’d discovered his men were not only hiding a loth cat in the barracks, but it had given birth. They had managed to keep it a secret for weeks until the kittens started wreaking havoc. According to his men, Fives and Hardcase had been the ringleaders.

“That’s what they all say at least.” Rex amended. “’Course, Fives’ll take credit for just about anything. But Rose and Echo were suspiciously quiet the whole time. Kix was the only one with the good sense not to show his face in the barracks when I caught them. Still, I’ve got a feeling he encouraged the others to go along with it. Di’kuts, all of them.”

He shook his head but smiled as you laughed. “Anyway. They’re cleaning up the mess and finding natborns to rehome all the kits with. And when they finish with that, they’re supposed to take over the latrine shifts and canteen shifts for any other battalions.”

“Aw, seems a steep punishment for hiding loth cats.” You laughed.

“You didn’t see the state of the barracks.” Rex said, shaking his head slowly. “Apparently a bucket of paint got upended. They should all be scrubbing paw prints out of the durasteel right about now.”

You smiled fondly at Rex. Even as he retold the story, you could tell he was trying not to smile at the antics. It was clear he cared very deeply for his men, even if he had to be the tired parent of them all.

“Sounds like they wear you out.” You teased. “You deserve a break.”

“Are you offering me one?” Rex prompted.

You tilted your head to the side. “What do you mean?”

Rex smirked, and downed the rest of his drink. He took a deep breath, as though he was steeling himself to ask you something.

“Y/N!”

You recognized the voice and turned quickly as Rose hurried up to you. He had a small streak of blue paint across his cheek, but otherwise was beaming.

“Hey, you should’ve told me you’d be here. I went all the way to your apartment and had to backtrack -.”

He noticed the Captain a beat too late and you watched as all the color comically drained from his face. “Captain! Sir!” He snapped to attention. “I ah – I can explain…”

You glanced between Rose and Rex, your own heart pounding. Rose had all but given away the two of you were seeing each other. Rex looked at Rose before looking at you. He then turned to his glass, picking it up and making a big scene of looking it over.

“Sir…?” Rose asked nervously.

“Oh, I’m just inspecting my beverage.” Rex replied smoothly. “I must’ve been drugged you see, because surely I am not seeing my Lieutenant standing here, not when he is under strict orders to stay on base tonight.”

Rose cringed. “Yeah, sir, about that -.”

“It’s my fault.” You spoke up quickly, throwing together a lie. “Rose and I met yesterday, we’d been playing Sabacc with some of his brothers and he very kindly walked me home afterwards. I promised him drinks tonight to thank him and I wouldn’t take no for an answer.” You glanced to Rose. “He was just being a gentleman.”

Rex raised an eyebrow, glancing at Rose. “Funny.” He said. “Could’ve sworn I saw you in the weight room with Fives last night.”

“We… came here afterwards sir.” Rose lied, shifting a little closer to you, almost protective. “Ask him, he’ll say the same thing.”

“I’m sure he will.” Rex stood, picking his helmet up off the counter and knocked his knuckles lightly against the bar. “It was lovely to meet you, ma’am.” He said. “Rose?”

Your soldier stood at attention once again but Rex just put a hand on his shoulder.

“We have a briefing tomorrow morning. Oh-eight-hundred. Don’t be late.”

“Thank you, sir.” Rose was barely audible over the roar of the music in the bar. He looked like his knees would give out at any moment.

You could’ve sworn you saw Rex give Rose a little wink, but it must’ve been a trick of the light. He gave you one last nod before quietly departing.

Neither you nor Rose saw him glance back at you over his shoulder one last time before stepping out of the bar.

You’d lost track of how long you sat on the roof with Rex. Partially because he’d gone downstairs and returned with a bottle of your favorite whiskey and two glasses, pouring drinks for you both.

“For Rose,” Rex toasted, clinking your glasses together.

You smiled and for the first time that you could remember, Rose’s name didn’t make your heart ache. “For Rose.”

You both tossed the glasses back, that familiar burn searing your throat and chest before you shook yourself out, watching as Rex poured you both a second glass, entirely unfazed.

“He was very unsubtle about sneaking off base to go see you.” Rex told you, leaning back on one hand and closing his eyes as the breeze kissed his cheeks. “I’d give him a job and it would either be done in record time or it would’ve been passed off to somebody else. He once almost missed a debriefing because he’d spent the night with you. Skidded in right as I was about to start.” He chuckled. “I didn’t mind. He was happy. Gods know we soldiers deserve whatever happiness we can find.”

You hummed, smiling as you took another drink. “He talked about you all the time.” You said, leaning slightly against Rex’s side. “Idolized you, actually. He told me about the battles you’d been in together, how well you led your men.” You smiled to yourself, finishing your second drink and making your way towards a third. “He told me about that virus. Blue Shadow Virus, right?”

Rex hummed, getting himself another drink as well. “That was an ugly mission.”

“He said you were hovering a lot.” You teased. “Because he was always so sick when he was little. You were worried about him.”

“Brothers were dropping dead, left and right. Hells, even Commander Tano passed out at one point.” Rex recalled, shuddering to himself. “I thought we were all going to die.”

“He told me he wasn’t scared because you weren’t scared.” You smiled. “I guess you did a good job of hiding it.”

“He had way too many close calls.” Rex chuckled. “That virus almost took him out. We got rescued just in time. There was another time he was scouting with me and a few others on Saleucami -.”

“I remember that. You were shot.” You recalled and Rex chuckled.

“He really did tell you everything, didn’t he?”

“He was terrified. He told me he thought you were dead, the way you flew off the back of the speeder after getting hit..” You murmured.

“What he probably didn’t tell you is that shot just barely missed him.” Rex replied. “I’d been leading but he’d circled around me to get in front. He was goofing around with Hardcase. Bolt whizzed just an inch past his head and hit me instead. He had a blaster burn on the side of his helmet to prove it.”

You shuddered at the thought. “He didn’t tell me that part.”

“Probably also didn’t tell you that he got shot pretty good on Toydaria.” Rex replied. “Not once, but twice, once in the leg and another straight through the chest. Kix thought for sure he was a goner.”

You were familiar with those wounds. A frown pulled your lips. “He didn’t tell me. I had to find them myself.” You grumbled, still bitter. “He’d come back from the mission and told me he’d gotten hurt, but it was nothing serious.” You threw back your drink again. “Bantha shit, if I brushed against him, he winced. Finally made him show me.”

“I’m sure he got an earful after that.” Rex laughed.

“Oh, he did. And he wasn’t even that bothered that he’d nearly died, no, he was more concerned about the fact that his tattoos had been damaged by the shots. He was worried he wouldn’t be able to get new ink over the scars.” You rolled your eyes. “That man…”

“He was just trying not to worry you.” Rex smiled, taking another drink.

“I always worry.” You murmured, rubbing your thumb along the rim of your glass. “Always. About all of you. I always worried that one day Rose would come home and tell me something had happened to Fives, Echo, you… or any of the others.” You chuckled humorlessly, finishing your drink. “And then… one day you showed up at my door instead.”

A heavy silence fell between you. Rex took your empty glass, filling it up once again.

“It seems so silly.” You said. “That he should survive all of that and then just get shot and killed during a routine supply drop. I thought he was unbreakable.” You shook your head. “Guess I was wrong.”

Rex wouldn’t look you in the eye, instead focusing very intently on the glass in his hands.

“It was quick.” Rex said finally, still avoiding your eyes. “He didn’t feel anything. I promise.”

“I know.” You gave him a small, sad smile, squeezing his bicep gently. “And I guess I have that at least. At least… at least I know he didn’t suffer. He wasn’t alone or – or afraid.”

You smiled wistfully, looking out over the skyline.

“There’s a dress in my closet,” You began. “It’s nothing fancy, just a white sundress with lace around the hem and sleeves.”

Rex already seemed to know where this was going. He took a very long drink and followed your gaze out towards the skyline.

“We were going to leave together.” You said quietly. “Get married. Have a family. He had this whole, crazy plan.” You chuckled. “I’d told him I wanted to think about it. It was a big decision, he’d be on the run for the rest of his life, hiding from the Republic. And I’d be part of that.”

You glanced over at Rex. “He told me he was going to tell you. He said we could trust you. Did he ever…?”

Rex shook his head. “No. He never got the chance.”

You nodded, turning back towards the sky. “I was going to say yes.” You whispered. “I was going to go with him when he came back. We were going to run away together… It was all very romantic.” You shook your head, staring down at your glass. “And it was so stupid.”

Rex was quiet for several long moments until finally he rose to his feet, offering you his hand.

“C’mon.” he murmured. “I think that’s enough drinking for one night. Let’s get you home.”

You nodded, taking his hand and letting him pull you to your feet. You swayed. You didn’t realize how much you’d had to drink until you stumbled, falling slightly against his chest.

“The Rose Lounge owner can’t hold her liquor?” Rex teased. “Ironic.”

“Shuddup.” You mumbled, giving him a little shove. “I can walk.”

“Oh no you can’t, Tipsy. C’mere.” He crouched down slightly, and you slumped against his back. He picked you up with ease, bouncing you once to hike you higher up his back. He wrapped his arms around your legs, holding them snug against his torso while your hands wrapped around his shoulders.

“Don’t puke on me.” Rex warned, carrying you piggyback style towards the stairs.

“’M gonna fall off.” You muttered.

“No you won’t. Trust me.”

Your eyes were heavy, cheek pressed against the back of Rex’s neck and you remembered a time very long ago when another man had carried you on his back to this rooftop, and said the very same thing.

“I trust you, Rose.”

Rex was still. You hadn’t noticed your slip, your eyes already slipping closed.

“Okay.” His voice echoed. “I’ve got you.”

I’ve got you.

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arcanesongs · 4 years ago

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Clones and their College Major Vibes

I’ve been really digging modern Star Wars AUs lately and I am sucker for college AUs, so I decided to make some headcanons for some various clone boys if anyone needs inspiration! This isn’t everyone, it just the ones I know the most about, but if anyone wants some for other clones or characters, I will totally do an another!

-Rex: Health and exercise science major (I could totally see Rex being a physical therapist; the RA that is tired of your shit, for the love of God just follow the rules and have some common sense for once in your dumber than a pigeon’s brain

-Fives: Psychology major; guy who waited to last the minute to decide what he’ll major, panicked and picked psychology because it seemed more interesting than communications, but turns out he’s really good at it and wants to be therapist after college

-Echo: Psychology major with a concentration in neurology; He’s the psych major that knew he wanted to be a psych major since high school because he wants to be a neuroscientist and will fight anyone who says his degree his useless

-Jesse: Business major (he strikes as a business major, don’t know why); the frat guy who managed to crawl out his bed to attain his 8AM massively hungover and you and him both wonder how he is still alive

-Kix: Premed major (shocking I know); the guy who shows up to your 8AM in an Armani suit and has a double shot espresso, caramel macchiato, light foam, and with oat milk in his hands at all times

-Hardcase: Communications major; He’s the one person in his major classes that actually wanted to be a communications major and is super fun to be around, but runs 10 minutes late to class because he has to pet every dog on campus that he comes across

-Dogma: Political science major; he’s THAT kid in the Honors College (don’t act better than me, we literally go to same school and I got into the research program and the honors college, did you?)

(Sorry Dogma stans, projected on Dogma a little bit)

-Tup: Art major; kinda basic, but really nice and says hello to everyone he walks by and has pretty notes

-Cody: Pre-Law and history double major; that one frat guy who has his shit together and is basically the Dad of the frat, also is his frat’s president

-Wolffe: History major with a concentration in history education; the guy that looks grumpy and is grumpy most of the time, but would totally walk you anywhere if you felt unsafe or wait with you until your ride showed up

-Bly: Elementary education major; he’s the guy you’re mom tells you the marry because he is HUSBAND MATERIAL, but he is in a committed relationship and is probably going to marry his girlfriend as soon as they graduate

-Gree: Biology and linguistics double major; the kid that everyone made fun of in high school for being nerdy but people love him college because he’s super helpful with difficult homework, but he does have a weird obsession with aliens so do with that what you will and his room smells a little bit like a skunk, if you know what I mean

-Fox: Political science and criminal justice double major; that guy who never gets enough sleep and has a severe caffeine addiction, if you are behind him in the ordering line of the campus coffee shop, you are going to be concern for his well-being (”Can I get five extra espresso shots in that?” “Damn, bitch, just do cocaine”); he’s also super ambitious and while you might think that means he’ll slit your throat if you get a higher grade than him on an assignment, he actually just has extremely high standards for himself (he’s a nice Slytherin and you can pry that headcanon from my cold, dead hands)

-Hunter: Biology major with a concentration in ecology; that guy who looks very tough and cool, but is a complete and utter massive dork (you saw him trip up the stairs going to get lunch and you have also seen him cry over a fawn that had wondered onto campus because it was too small and where was their mama???)

-Crosshair: Math major (I saw a headcanon somewhere that Crosshair is amazing at math due to being a sniper and honestly, I can see it); is friends with the physics major that has literally no impulse control and has helped them calculate the perfect angle to cause mass chaos in your dorm because f the establishment

-Tech: Computer science and engineering double major; guy during finals who has been in his same spot in the library for who knows how long and never seems to blink; also doesn’t get enough sleep but never seems to bother him and thank God, because his roommate banned him from caffeine after the Incident

-Wrecker: Physics major; is the physics major that has no impulse control; super sweet, but has a penchant for being the reason why you have to evacuate your dorm at 2am because he left his mac-n-cheese cup in the microwave for too long

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greenygreenland · 4 years ago

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Tired: Omega x Platonic! Slicer! Reader

-Hi I’m back from the dead

-i write for females, keep that in mind (sorry, it's what I'm comfortable with, so I hope you understand!)

-but really, I write in 2nd POV, so you can't tell for the most part

REQUESTED

Summary: You're a former bounty hunter who's also a slicer for the GAAR. You meet Omega by chance.

Tired. That was the only thing that could describe your mental state. Being assigned to mission after mission was no fun, especially when it was solo. You were a civvie slicer, one who the GAAR hired by chance due to your reputation.

By reputation, that meant ex-mercenary-who-so-happened-to-have-a-knack-or two-for-technology. The clones were nice to you though. For the most part, they didn't care about your previous occupation because it wasn't the first time anyone's hired Bounty Hunters for the GAAR.

The low hum of the ship helped to ease your building worries. You wondered what the boys of Clone Force 99 were up to. It was no secret that you were part of the complete package. No one knew how you and them got along when you were a civvie. Being outsiders themselves, they hated anyone who wasn’t part of their group. But not you. You were different. Kind. Caring. Understanding.

That thought made you frown. You missed the boys. They had been gone for at least seven rotations without comming you once. The fact that they promised didn't help their cause either. Were they okay? Maybe one of them got hurt, or worse, killed? Maker forbid such a thing.

"They better come back to me in one piece, or I'll have them begging on their knees for forgiveness..."

Beep, beep, beep!

You jolted upright, swinging your legs out form under you as you hurriedly fumbled for the holoprojector. You tapped a button and the cockpit flooded with a soft, blue light. "Tech!" you cried. "It's been seven rotations! Why haven't you commed me?" He removed his helmet with a sheepish shrug. "We've been busy of course. And it's seven rotations and fifteen hours, meaning--"

"Yeah, yeah." you cut in with a sigh. "I don't like the idea of not coming with you guys on missions. I know you're just as capable--more if you want me to be honest--but that doesn't mean I can't worry."

There was a rustle behind Tech and he looked over his shoulder. Hunter came into view, an apologetic look in his eyes. "Sorry we didn't comm you. With all that's gone down, I wouldn't say we've had the time." You flopped down in your chair helplessly. "I know, it's just..."

Hunter smiled warmly. "Don't worry about us (Y/n)." Tech pushed up his glasses and nodded in agreement. "If there's anyone who we should be worrying about, it's you. You go on solo missions six out of nine times. We have each other but you only have yourself."

"Wow, I feel so much better Tech." You sarcastically muttered. "Speaking of mission, I'm on my next one."

Hunter knitted his brows. "Where?"

"Skako Minor."

"Skako Minor?" they echoed. You nodded. "Something strange is going on there. According to Rex, the Seppie battle plans have been drawn exactly like the ones he used to do with Echo--that’s one of his men." You recalled the face of that fallen soldier. He was always so sweet to you, giving a wave whenever you passed and smiling as brightly as he could. To say you missed the poor boy was an understatement.

"Isn't Skako Minor under the Techno Union?" inquired a coiled voice. Crosshair made his way into the frame and unceremoniously squeezed himself between his brothers. "You better not be going alone." You waved it off. "Even if I did, it’s fine. I can take care of myself.”

“Like the time you nearly fried yourself with a loose wire on that rock in the Outer Rim? Yeah, I don’t think so.” You averted your gaze to the side in embarrassment. No one needed to remind you of that rookie mistake. You could have gotten yourself killed. The watts were off the chart there. “That was one time. I’m a master at this stuff, don't worry. And besides, Cody, Rex, Jesse, and Kix are with me." Cross's brows shot up. "You're working with regs?"

"Don't worry, they're seasoned soldiers from the 501st.” That was the truth, and you meant it. Working under Rex for months made it clear to you. During that time, he taught you a thing or two about mechanics. “General Skywalker’s men are more than capable. So is Cody."

Cross looked doubtful, and you couldn't blame him. This was enemy territory you were sneaking into. It didn’t matter who you had on your side, because anyone could make a mistake.

A deep laugh echoed from over Cross’s shoulder. Wrecker set down his gonk droid, Lula in the other hand. “You guys need to have faith in (Y/n),” he reminded with a grin. “She’s smarter than me, and she’s always kept up with us. Is there anything she can’t do?” Tech pushed his glasses up with a challenging look. “Uh, actually--”

“Just be careful.” Hunter concluded. “We want to see you back in one piece.” You nodded in understanding. “Copy that, Sarge.” He smiled, and it was filled with unsaid words of care. Cross sent you a nod, eyes all mushy and soft while Tech knitted his brows together worriedly. Wrecker grinned, and it was so bright that it could have blinded you.

“Same goes to you Batchers,” you stated seriously. “Come back to me in one piece, or I’ll come over there and kill you myself.” Tech looked like he wanted to comment on that, but he sensed the shift in mood and kept his mouth shut. You memorised their faces as best as you could. It would be a while until you saw them next.

The hologram flickered out and the soft glow of blue hues disappeared. The cold, dim lighting of the ship fell over you. “Well that’s that.” you muttered with a weak smile. Rex patted your shoulder comfortingly. “They really care about you.”

“Yeah. But it wasn’t always like that. I used to be a stranger too.”

The rest of the ride was spent with the occasional joke from Jesse. He made you laugh, and it helped to soothe your worries. But then the ship landed, and you were thrust into a battle zone. You were thankful Anakin made you wear heavier armour today. If he hadn’t, then you probably would have been vaporized on the spot.

“We need cover!” shouted Rex. That was a no-brainer. Being out in the open at the bottom of a ravine was not in the least tactical. “SBDs!” you called. “Twelve o’clock!”

Jesse raced past you. “Get down!” He threw an EMP. It wasn’t as effective as you hoped it would be. If the Bad Batch were here, this situation would have been completely different. You were on your own. There was no cover, save for the piles of smoking durasteel and the very armour strapped to your vulnerable limbs.

You were in a head-on battle.

“I guess we don’t have much of a choice.” You charged forward, tossing a few EMPs as you blasted away. The best you could do was nail them in the head and hope for the best. Jesse was right beside you, with Cody, Kix, and Rex following suit.

“I didn’t think you would be this daring!” called Jesse. You blasted a few droids and kicked another in the head. It fell with a clank and you smothered it in a healthy dose of blaster fire. “I wasn’t about to be bested by a couple of rust buckets!” you retorted with shake of your head. “Come on, we need to get to that tower.”

You made quick work of the droids. You were no Jango Fett, but you managed with the help of the Regs. Cody congratulated your work and motioned for the squad to continue on. “It’s obvious the enemy knows we’re here. I have my doubts on sneaking in, but perhaps we can manage...”

Past the commando droids, through the front door, then up the lift and a little further down a couple halls. Before the mission, Rex had pulled you aside to speak in private. He thought Echo was alive and that whatever was sending out those Seppie battle plans had to be him. But you weren’t about to get your hopes up. Not when so many of your friends long marched far, far away.

You stopped by a door and plugged in your datapad. “I need to slice open the door. I’m not about to challenge fate here with a charge.” Jesse nodded in understanding. “I’d rather come back with all my legs and arms, thank you very much.” He turned to keep guard as Cody stood close to your side. “Is this the control room?”

“Yes.” The door swished open and you disconnected your ‘pad from the panel. “I’ll slice the computer and retrieve the information we need. Rex, I need you for this portion.” He nodded in understanding and followed suit. You connected your datapad to the communications table. A hologram appeared, where dates and names passed by in the blink of an eye.

“You said this might be Echo.” you quietly stated. Rex nodded. “I can’t be sure, but there isn’t another explanation.” You watched as the information scrolled past at the speed of light. There wasn’t anything of use so far. Only old reports, check-ins and...

The scrolling froze. A file opened up, filling the room with a voice you wouldn’t ever forget. It was scratchy and lifeless, but you were sure it had to be the man who went KIA so long ago. “That’s...”

“Echo’s alive.” Rex affirmed. “It--it has to be him.”

“We’ve got company!” called Jesse.

You transferred the file and stuffed your ‘pad in a safe spot for keeping. “In case anything happens, I’m transferring the data over to you.” you stated. “I wouldn’t want to lose any of this.” The two of you rushed out of the room in a frenzy. Blaster fire sounded above, whizzing way over your head as you sprinted down the hall. The lift wasn’t far, only a couple metres. You just had to run a little more and--

BOOM!

Had a droid thrown a charge? You turned to Rex, eyes wide as he turned to face you. With all of the strength you could muster, you shoved him out of the way. Another BOOM!. You turned just in time to see the flash of brilliant reds and oranges.

The force threw you into the transparisteel windows, which spider-webbed out in long cracks. You were suddenly flying out of the four story building. Shards cut past your face and through your sleeves, tearing away at flesh and fabric without an ounce of mercy. If only you had a doshing jetpack.

“(Y/N)!”

You didn’t scream, but Maker did it kriffing hurt. There was a sickening crack, another blinding flash of sharp pain. You held back a cry.

Just be careful. We want you back in one piece.

Your vision faded in and out. Black blurred the galaxy as you knew it.

I'm sorry, boys.

You fell into the painful jaws of darkness.

-----

The first thing that hit your nose was the sterile smell of bacta. Your eyes fluttered open and you found yourself staring at the blank ceiling of the medbay. The incessant beeping of the heart monitor caught you off guard. How hard did you fall? Much less, what did you break?

A head of dirty blonde hair peeked over the edge of your bed. Her eyes, wide with curiosity made you knit your brows together. She was young, much younger than any girl here should be. You were about to sit up, but the girl frantically straightened.

"You're not supposed to be getting up." She gently pushed you back down. "You have a lot more than a few broken bones." That was when the pain began to settle. You stilled under the thin medbay sheets. "I need to comm someone."

"Now?" the girl incredulously inquired. "You're hurt, you have to rest first." But that was the least of your problems. Where was Rex? Had he completed the mission? How long were you out? Were Jesse, Kix, and Cody alright? You winced and the girl frowned.

"If it makes you feel better, there were a few people who came to visit."

That didn't make you feel better. It meant they saw you like this, in the most vulnerable state you could ever be in. "Who are you?"

The girl pointed at herself like she'd never been asked that before. "Me?" You nodded. "I'm Omega." She smiled and it was a little shy and toothy. "You've been asleep for a while. I thought you weren't going to wake up for another day." You tensed and pursed your lips together. "How long?"

"A week, I think." Omega said. "But it's okay! You're recovering steadily." That wasn't the issue. Recovering steadily wasn't good enough because you were missing out on a mission you needed to complete. If Echo really was alive, then you had to save him. It was the least you could do after he put his life on the line for you so many times before.

"I have to..." You pushed your aching body up. "I have to go."

"No!" Omega forced you back down. "Even if you could walk, you can't fight."

"But I have to..." The look on Omega's face made you pause. She was so small, and in that little body of hers, she stored up a good amount of worry for you. How could you say no to that? A sigh escaped your lips and you begrudgingly relaxed onto the bed.

Omega's shoulders slumped in relief. "I'll get a your holoprojector." You raised a brow with a watchful eye as she scurried away. She rummaged through a lone cabinet in the corner of the room. Your clothes sat there, belt, holsters, blasters and all. Omega pulled out your holoprojector, closed the cabinets, and handed it to you.

"I washed your clothes too if you're wondering," she said with a small smile. "But don't think about going anywhere! You can't walk with broken legs."

A pit formed in your stomach. You can't walk with broken legs. That wouldn't be true if you had seen the blast. If you had ran faster. Maybe you wouldn't have ended up like this, a mess of bandages, casts, and bacta patches. If only you had seen it coming.

"Hey, (Y/n)?" You didn't question how Omega knew your name. Whoever she was, she had to be a someone to wear Kaminoan jewellery anyway. "What is it?" Your voice was quiet, sad almost. Omega played with a loose thread on her sleeve. "That was very brave of you." She stepped closer to the bed and pulled up a chair. "Captain Rex came by this morning. He told me that you saved him from that blast."

You shifted to meet her gaze as best as you could. The holoprojector weighed your hand down like a ten kilo weight. "I just...reacted. Nothing special to congratulate." Omega shook her head. "No, that's everything. If it were me, I don't think I'd be able to do that."

A pull in your gut told you she meant what she said. Your eyes softened. You didn't meet her gaze. Maybe that was because you couldn't. It was a hard enough fact accepting that you were injured, adding on that you were going soft didn't help your cause.

Omega took it as her signal to give you some privacy and exited the room. The doors swished shut behind her, leaving you in a much needed silence. You tapped the projector. It opened up, bathing the snow white room in soft blue hues.

"Rex." you greeted. "I apologize for my absence." His brows were knitted, eyes all sad and cloudy. He tried to keep a straight face, but you knew better. Of course you did. He was your best friend since the moment you joined the GAAR. "What's wrong?"

He shook his head. "I should be asking that to you. Are you alright? That fall was..." He paused and it was like he was choking back tears. "I-I'm sorry. If I had just been more careful, then you wouldn't be..."

"Rex, I'm fine."

"You can't walk." he muttered. "And you can't do much on your own. I took away your independence, this is all my fault." You knitted your brows together. His words made your heart ache, and the very thought of what he faced on his own without you didn't help. Your lips pulled into a frown deeper than Kamino's oceans. "That's not all, is it Rex?"

He clenched a fist as if it would help cease his rolling emotions. "E-Echo...if you had seen him. I'm just glad you weren't there."

"Is he alive?"

"Yes."

"Well where is he?" You had to fight the urge to sit up in anticipation. He was alive. That sweet, loving boy who taught you about protocols and manuals. As boring as it was, all those regulations embedded into your mind saved you more than you'd like to admit. He and Fives always snuck up on you whenever they came back from missions, or commed you in the middle of the night.

They both kept you up at night, but you never minded. Now one of those boys who had marched so far away had the chance of coming home.

"Where is Echo?" you inquired. Rex's eyes fell to the floor. "He's...Watt Tambor made him more machine than man. I-I can't..."

The doors swished open.

"...If only we had..." You shook your head. "Rex, there wasn't anything we could do. It was a miracle you found him in the first place."

The doors closed with a low hiss.

"Found who?"

Your eyes widened and you ripped your gaze away from the projection. A set of worn, tired eyes met yours. He looked different from the bottom up. His new armor, black and red with a familiar 99 on it. His smile, though a bit dampened, remained the same. He made his way over to you and took a seat by your bedside.

"Echo?"

"That's me."

You tried a smile, and it was all watery and shaky. "Oh, you've changed." He chuckled. "So have you. I heard about what happened. That was brave of you." No, it wasn't brave. You did it on instinct, without an ounce of hesitation. "It wasn't brave, I just..."

"Who else is crazy enough to jump in front of an explosion without katarn-class armour?"

You could name a few people. Fives, for example. "Whatever. I just--I'm glad you're alive."

He smiled and it was a little broken. "Me too."

---

Before you knew it, you were up and running again. There was no time to walk because you were needed on a mission today. It was completely solo, but thankfully, a simple retrieval mission with little to no chances of a casualty.

You settled in the cockpit, taking in the familiar scents and smells of the well oiled machinery. Mechanics wasn't your strong suit, but you never minded dabbling in it every now and then. Today, there wasn't time to brush up on your beautiful ship. You had a job to do.

The jump to hyperspace was as smooth as ever. There were no creaks, no fumbling through space, and no bursts of smoke. But that was when you heard a crash from the storage room. Last tine you checked, the door had been sealed shut while the weapons and supplies stowed away as they should be.

Had you forgotten to tie them down? A long sigh escaped your lips. "What a pain."

"So is my backside." piped a chipper voice. Your eyes widened. There was no way you heard that voice correctly. Sure, it was young. You knew a few other people with a young voice. Sure, it sounded girly. You knew a couple other female coworkers.

"Sorry I snuck onboard," the voice added. "I promise, I was going to leave, but then you left and--" You swerved the chair around to face Omega head on. She smiled sheepishly, as if it would fix all the problems in the whole galaxy. Maybe it would have if the whole galaxy were as kind as you.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't turn this ship around and bring you back." you stated. Omega fiddled with the hem of her sleeves like it was the most interesting thing on the ship. "You’re short on time?" You resisted the urge to say something snippy in response. The look of uncertainty on Omega’s little face made you feel just the tiniest bit worried.

Maybe that was because uncertainty could get people killed on the battlefield.

"Omega," you placed a hand to your temple, "do you understand what you've gotten yourself into?" This was bad, really bad. Sure, the mission wasn’t as dangerous as it should have been, but intel was like the weather forecast. It was never correct. Taking Omega along with you wasn’t a good idea in any universe, and like Malachor you’d let her into the crossfire.

“I’m sorry.” She wasn’t sorry. “I didn’t mean to sneak aboard.” She definitely meant to sneak aboard. “I just wanted to do something more than...” She let out a short sigh, as if it explained what she couldn’t put into words. “Being on Kamino all the time is so boring. I want to get out and see the galaxy with my own eyes.”

She threw her arms towards the bright blue of hyperspace. You didn’t miss the look of wonder in her eyes, bright as a sun. “There’s more to life than rain and the ocean and the same people I see every single day!”

You couldn’t argue. Omega was right. Even during your recovery, the frustration of not being on your ship doing anything but sitting settled into you every day. You hated being cooped up in one place more than anything. Poor Omega had to put up with it her whole life, it was nearly unfathomable to understand what she felt.

A sharp sigh escaped your lips. “Fine, you can come. But my only condition is that you stay on the ship.”

Omega did not stay on the ship. More than anything, she was curious. She had no clue what dirt was, what kind of plants were carnivorous and deadly, or how to steer clear of all the battle droids.

You raised your blaster and fired at the rust buckets. “This is exactly why I said you should have stayed on the ship! Can you even fire a blaster?” Omega knitted her brows together and eyes the deece at your hip. More than anything, she was curious. Beyond that? Determined.

“No,” Omega replied, “but I’ll try.” She pulled the deece from your hip and peeked over the top of your hiding spot. The long, durasteel crate was just barely holding up. If you were a Jedi, then you’d say it had to be a miracle only the Force knew about.

The deece wasn’t a perfect fit in Omega’s small hands, but it did the job. She aimed at the droids, eyes focused and hands firmly on the weapon. She fired. Once. Twice. Three times. "Did I hit anything?” You fired your blaster a couple times and glared through the smoky haze.

A collection of bolts and durasteel scraps lay in a pile and you couldn’t help but be proud. Either Omega was a natural or she was incredibly strong with luck. Whichever it was, it helped you through the mission, and before you knew it, you were back on the ship with a data stick and an unharmed Omega.

“See, nothing bad happened!” she exclaimed with a grin. You took the blaster from her hands and strapped it back to your hip. “That was luck, I tell you.” Omega rolled her eyes. “It wasn’t! You saw--I was like, pow pow, and you went and hit that guy right in the face!”

“That was because he called me a filthy bounty hunter.” you said, a small smile creeping up your lips. “I can’t say I took too kindly to his harsh words.” Omega let out a laugh and you joined her.

Tired. That was the first thing that came to mind when you thought of your mental state. Yet with Omega by your side, smiling, and carefree despite all the action, you couldn’t help but feel the electrifying sense of thrill.

“Say, Omega? If you want to come back, maybe we can figure out how to get you off that rainy excuse of a planet more often.” you said with a small smile. She beamed, throwing her arms around you with a vigorous nod. “Yes! I’d love that!”

“Me too, kid. We just have to figure out how to convince whoever looks after you.”

BONUS:

A tall kaminoan towered over you with her beady eyes. Omega sheepishly played with her sleeves as you stared down the kaminoan. Stupid long necks. Nala Se blinked. “So this is where you have been, Omega.” That soft, cold voice of hers warmed at the sight of the girl. “Haven’t I told you not to run off? I see you’ve gone somewhere far today.”

Omega frowned shamefully. “Maybe...” Nale Se motioned for her to come to her. “If you would like, you may stay with (Y/n) again--if you are out of harms way that is.” She turned to you and you froze, eyes wide. “Wait, what?”

“I am giving you permission to have Omega under your care, as long as she is out of harms way.” You glanced at Omega, who glanced at you and then Nala Se with the biggest grin on her face. “Really?”

“Yes.” Nala Se smiled. “‘Really’.”

#star wars #star wars the clone wars #star wars x reader #star wars bad batch #Bad Batch #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch

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masterjedilenawrites · 4 years ago

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My guy, can I just say that I LOVE your writing? Its absolutely amazing and wholesome! speaking of wholesome, could I maybe request the clones with an s/o who wants a child? Or maybe the clones as fathers?

Wow thank you, I'm flailing on the floor from these compliments! Glad to provide some wholesome content for the fandom in these trying times... #bringcrosshairhome

I just did a Clones with pregnant S/O request, so here's Clones as fathers...

Cody is a dutiful father. He takes the job seriously right from the start, seamlessly readjusting his life to include his child as if they'd always been there. He'll take any opportunity to teach his child all the important things, from hands-on tasks like fixing a speeder or shooting a blaster, to more abstract concepts like being polite to strangers and apologizing when in the wrong. When he has to choose work over home, he makes up for it with extra attention when he returns.

Rex is a super-dad. His kids look up to him their entire lives, believing he really is a superhero. Think Jack Pearson from This is Us. He'll dress up for tea parties, and listen to the same stories over and over, and chauffeur them and their friends around town, and help with homework, and lend them money for when they go on their first date.... He's tired all the time, but he never lets it show. He and his S/O are partners in this endeavor; their teamwork is admirable and enviable.

Wolffe is a private dad. He keeps his family life separate, that way he can be the tough leader he needs to be in battle, and then let all of that go when he returns home. He's a secret softie and only his S/O and child ever see that side of him. They have him wrapped around their finger; he knows this, and loves it. There isn't a single thing he wouldn't do for either of them. They are his world. He gets sentimental about a lot of things and doesn't like how fast his baby grows up.

Fox is a doting father. He'd spoil the shit out of his kids. Sneaking candy when their mom says no, buying the toy they secretly eyed in the store, letting them stay up late and watch him clean his armor. He gets in trouble with his S/O a lot, but he can't help it. He wants to give his kids the entire galaxy. He can discipline them when necessary, and because he only does so sparingly, his kids take it seriously and never act that way again. He thinks they are just perfect.

Fives is a proud dad. Everything his children do is amazing. He keeps every last drawing or craft they make for him. He recounts every milestone of their lives to his brothers. He cries over them a lot. He is just in awe of how they grow up, all their strength and potential and innocence, he just eats it up. He definitely wears T-Shirts that have puns of the word dad in it, so anyone who sees him knows who he is. It's the most important part of his life, far more than being a soldier.

Echo is a nurturing father. He is very concerned with the health and happiness of his child. He's more nervous when they're young, wondering if they're behind in their development or whether their runny nose is a sign of something more serious. He's more comfortable when they get older, letting them do more on their own. He's big on communication and uses little codewords. Like, Cover-fire means he needs them to just do as they're told. DMZ means they're free to speak their mind, no judgement. Retreat means they need to rethink their bad attitude and apologize.

Jesse is a hip dad. He doesn't try to be, he just is. He never really let go of that part of himself after becoming a father, listening to certain kinds of music or having a fun night out. He doesn't set a lot of rules; in fact, he openly allows certain things that other parents might balk at. He figures it's better for them to experience these things in the safety of their home, rather than doing it behind his back and getting hurt. His kids like their cool dad, they're never embarrassed.

Kix is an affectionate father. His favorite thing in the whole galaxy is coming home to his children tackling him with hugs and kisses. He might coddle in the early years, letting them sleep in his bed or carrying them around everywhere. But as they grow, he's more encouraging of their independence, so long as they still let him hug them whenever he wants. He's also obsessed with health; totally the dad who never lets them eat any sugar or watch TV if the sun's still shining.

Tup is a timid dad. He second-guesses himself a lot, wondering if he made the right decisions or said the right things to his child. He does his best to learn and catch on to the best way to go about things, but it seems as soon as he's finally comfortable, his child has grown up or moved on to the next phase and he has to start over. He is best during the quiet moments of his child's life: reading stories before bed, giggling during bathtime, comforting a broken heart...

Dogma is a responsible father. He prioritizes rules over all else, but puts a lot of thought and care into crafting them. And he's created a lot of rules for himself, too. Things like always wishing them good-night, even when he's away on missions. Or never expressing his frustration in front of them. He creates plenty of opportunities for them to earn privileges or other rewards. He disciplines firmly but fairly. He splits the child-rearing duties with his S/O evenly, as well.

Hardcase is a dorky dad. He's not as hardcore at home as he is on the battlefield, but he still has a lot of energy and releases it through corny jokes, silly antics, and other displays of tomfoolery. Think Phil Dunphy from Modern Family. He wants to be his children's best friend. He tries to keep up with all the trends and slang, which just makes his kids cringe in embarrassment. He's not the best with discipline, but he does get more serious if one of them is hurt or struggling.

Hunter is an interactive father. He will never be considered distant, oh no. He engages with his kid on every level, being a constant and dependable presence in their life. He talks to them as a baby even when they don't understand. He lets them tag along as a toddler, indulging in their curiosity. He checks in with them when they're older, having honest conversations about whatever is on their mind.

Wrecker is a playful dad. Life is an adventure and he's excited to take his children along on the ride. He'd have a lot of kids, filling his home with sounds of laughter and fighting and joy and tears. He'd encourage them to develop a hobby and would attend every competition, performance, etc. without fail. Even with so many to keep track of, he manages to make each one feel special, they all have an important place in the family and never get left out, not on his watch.

Crosshair is a protective father. He knows he's not the best with emotions, so he makes up for it by always having his child's back. Looking out for them. Keeping them safe. He'd teach them how to fight from an early age, going to shooting ranges or on hunts. It'll be their "thing," a way for them to quietly connect through the years. And heaven help the poor soul who ever hurts his little one. He will not hold back in defending their honor and squeezing out an apology.

Tech is a chill dad. He isn't bothered by much, so he keeps his cool through even the roughest stages of his child's development. This ends up creating a sense of stability for his family, they can always count on Dad to keep things steady and real. He won't pry into his child's life; if they want help, they'll need to come to him. But once they do, he is passionate about teaching them everything he knows. He will support them in all of their studies, hobbies, and interests.

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