#arc trooper fives one shot

[toomanybandstocare]

{By Your Side Tonight}

Program: As the 501st's support agent, you've come to grow fond of your boys. Even if they're reckless and obvious. You only just marked it up to be a part of their charm, and two members of the boys in blue enjoy pulling at your heartstrings. Always trying to stay one move ahead of them in your game, a night out to 79s has you kneeling before one of them after what should have been a fatal blaster shot.

Pairing: Arc Trooper Fives x GN! Reader

Side Pairing Ref: Jesse x OC! Embrey, Rex x GN! Reader -> tiny hints

Genre: Fluff, Teasing, Flirty Humor

Length: 3930w

Warnings: Flirting, Petname (Cy'are, Little One, Mesh'la), Blaster wound, Some swears

Counselor Note: So excited to be apart of @cloneficgiftexchange!! The lovely @miaowshacat requested a funny/serious situation for their gift. Hopefully, you enjoy this! My sense of humor is definitely flirty irl, so I know that's not typically what humor is considered.

Request Prompt: "Please stop getting shot, it stresses me out". "Oh, well if you don't like it".

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Skyscrapers shoot pillars of faint illumination through the night sky, and speeder taillights leave trails of neon in their wake. As war rumbles across the galaxy, the blaring bass and sonic speakers from the surrounding clubs cause Coruscant's lower levels to vibrate. Overly excited club goers stumble and giggle amongst themselves on the walkways as wary eyes peer out from alleys.

Even on nights out, a heavy unease seeps into your bones once you step onto the landing platform. Your eyes narrow as you try to take everything in, but not even the bright signs help you see past the heavy rainfall tonight. 

“If you keep glowering like that, you’ll scare away anyone who might consider asking your sour ass for a dance,” Fives shoulders past you and throws a wink over his shoulder.

You roll your eyes and follow the rowdy boys in blue closer to the pulsing music, “I’d be more worried about anyone seeing past your ego, if I were you. You do know that sweet words and drinks will only compensate for so much. Right, Fives?”.

Jesse howls in laughter, and Echo claps your shoulder. “Got you there, vod. For the so-called ‘people’s man’, you’ve been striking out lately,” Echo laughs. Each clone walks beside you with buzzing excitement, fitted with their new planetside outfits. Similar to their blacks, they all wear a tight, compression top with short sleeves with matching cargo pants. 

“Who’s side are you on, traitor,” Fives shouts back. With an unconcerned shrug, Fives’ face melts into a smile of soft admiration: “Maybe, I have my heart set on someone, and I don’t want to fuck it up”. 

Your breath hitches. For the faintest moment, you catch Fives’ eyes flickering to you. The rain splutters as it lands in the forming puddles by the line to 79s. A few stray away to kiss his cheek bone and trail down his glowing expression. They hang, frozen, on his jawline before they race down the column of his neck and find a home in the dip of his collarbone. Quick as the moment, the storm thickens, and Fives refocuses on his brothers leaving you with a racing heart.

“The side of reason, di’kut,” you cough as you shuffle closer to the entrance when the line moves. Knots twist and sit heavy in your stomach as your gaze shifts from one group of friends in the line across the walkway to a group of illegal speeders in the next landing bay. Pushing a deep breath through your lungs, you roll your shoulders. Even shifting your weight from side to side, you still feel restless surrounded by some many unfamiliar people.

Fives takes you in with a gentle look and holds your face, “Hey, look at me. Look at me, okay?” His soft voice rings clear from the cybernetic cacophony that makes your ears prick. You meet his honey colored eyes and feel your gaze soften. He leans in close to your ear, “Everything is going to be okay, I promise you. 79s is the safest club down here, and you have a small army of clones that’ll have your back. I’ll be by your side the whole night if you’d like”. 

Calloused fingertips carefully soothe your warm cheeks. Cool droplets of rain help tame the frenzied tingles burning your skin. Fives looks towards his brothers while carefully running his hands up and down your arms to help ease your nerves. While you think about his offer, you notice the coy looks and smiles directed at Fives over his shoulder. Pushing a heavy breath through your nose, you close your eyes and lean into his hold. Fives’s hand naturally falls to rest at your hip.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, it plummets into your stomach. Crushing the few butterflies who hoped to soar. “Well, I would hate to sour your night,” you shoot him a teasing smile and pat his chest moving up in line. Your lips purse as you hand over your ID to the bouncer, and the thumping stereo only further irritates you.

While you wait for the rest of the group to hand over their IDs, a warm hand rests between your shoulder blades. Although very similar to the ones that held you moments ago, you know it belongs to another. Slightly larger and holds you with a firm tenderness that you allow yourself to ease into. “Safe to assume this game’s continuing tonight then?,” Rex asks as he shuffles closer to you, allowing Hardcase and Dogma to pass over their credentials.

“Care to elaborate on what game you’re referring to, Captain?” you ask with a raised brow. Your blood sears through your veins as Rex meets your smoldering gaze with a knowing glint in his eye.

“There is not a single person who doesn’t see the two of you playing cat and mouse,” Rex lowly explains, “I’m getting quite bored watching you play around, little one”.

His hand trails up and across your shoulder line to rest on your upper arm, tucking you into his side. The only relief from the flush of warmth washing over you is the fact that you feel Rex’s heart hammering against his chest almost as fast as your own.

“And what would you have me do, hm? Or would you like some more attention instead? All you have to do is ask,” you ponder, “Besides, it’s all good fun. Did you ever think that I might like being the one who’s chased? This little game isn’t as straightforward as you may think”.

He shakes his head with a small laugh and guides you through the entryway into the club. “Then I’ll leave you to your fun tonight. You’ll have to teach me the rules to your heart next time, mesh’la,” Rex’s voice darkens as he parts away from you with a lingering touch. The fleeting feeling of his calloused fingertips trailing along your side makes you dizzy.

Bodies twist and bend around each other to the DJ’s beat. Flashing lights twirl and surround you in a warm glow as you step down into the ever fluctuating crowd. The boys in blue start to holler and skirt past you to get a jumpstart on their night. Kix pauses by you, “If you need anything, just grab one of us, alright? Have some fun tonight, too”. Before you can even spare a smile, he disappears into the mass of bodies.

You push and shove your way through the wave of patrons swarming the entrance to try to make it to the bar. Sweaty bodies graze up against you trying to get to their next destination while the deafening bass pounds your chest with every beat. Glimpses of the illuminated shelves of drinks and mixers being tossed in the air can be seen in the small openings between passing bodies as you squeeze through the last line of people.

Your chest constricts as more people seem to push you from behind and others shuffle you sideways. Reaching out with one arm, you huff before pushing back against the wave of people around you. With everyone moving in different directions at once, you’re jostled in the thick of it. When you break free of the rushing crowd’s pull, you tumble forward from its hold and it into the welcoming arms of another.

“Thought you said you didn’t want me by your side tonight,” Fives�� warm breath tickles the shell of your ear. He pulls back with his signature smirk and leads you with a hand resting on the small of your back to a pair of open bar stools.

You shoot him a playful glare as you settle onto your seat, “Don’t put words in my mouth, love”. You rest your head on your fist and kick him gently underneath the bar. Once the pet name slips past your lips and registers in his mind, Fives’ breath hitches. “Afterall, you were the one who called me sour when I’m only ever sweet to you boys,” you wink at him before signaling over the service droid.

“Now hold on a minute,” Fives leans in on his forearm with a smile pulling at his lips, “You’re sweet to us? Who else is graced by your kindness and charm? Thought I was the only man for you, cy’are”. Tearing his playful gaze away from you, Fives orders for the two of you. In a moment, two vibrant mocktails are set between your seats.

“Wouldn’t the people’s man like to know,” you drawl out and take a sip of your drink. A refreshing mixture of juices and ice blend together in your mouth. “Now, back to the boys-- how do you think the night will end for them?” you ask and do a sweep of the club with your eyes.

Most of the boys have managed to find partners to join them on the dance floor. Jesse is tucked away in a secluded corner with his partner, Embrey. The two men have only just started seeing each other, but you also catch Jesse smiling at his data pad more often now. Hardcase is tangled with the wolfpack in one of the booths as they continue their usual boisterous recollections of the latest events. Rex joins Wolffe and Cody at the unofficial CO booth on the raised level as they keep a careful eye on their legions.

“Jesse won’t be coming back to the barracks with us. That civvie’s got him wrapped around his little finger,” Fives pulls himself closer to your side and slides an arm to rest on the back of your stool.

You hum in agreement, “I somehow think that’s not hard to accomplish with you boys. You’re all practically a pack of tooka kittens — from pulling at each other's ears to pushing each other to try to get someone’s attention”. You smile at him over the rim of your drink, and the look of utter betrayal on Fives’ face sends you into a flurry of laughter. 

“Oh, don’t leave yourself out of that either,” Fives wags a finger at you, “Nearly bit my head off when you found out I didn’t get medcare after Teth only to keep me close when we were all playing sabacc. You’re just as bad as us when it comes to attention, and I would reckon that you’re even worse”. 

As Fives points out your shared similarities, you can’t help but lean into him more. Nearly tangled together, to the point where anyone could rightfully question if the pair of you are just friends, you rest a hand on his chest. You play with the collar of his shirt with your fingertips. The rise and fall of his breath upticks beneath your palm, and you find comfort in the steady thrum of his heartbeat.

“What’s the matter, love?” You tilt your head, “Cat got your tongue?”

As you pull your gaze away from where your fingers fiddle with Fives’ collar, your heart drops when you realize his attention lays elsewhere. “Now what could be more captivating than our conversation,” you weakly laugh. Twisting your head, you immediately notice the handsome Nautolan man eying Fives from his table. His eyes shift from your friend and widen when he meets your gaze. Even as your breath freezes, lungs constrict, want to push Fives’ arm away -- you instead send the man a soft smile and nod your head.

Turning away with slightly slumped shoulders, you put on a brave face and pat Fives’ arm. “I’ll make sure to tell Echo you won’t be returning to the barracks tonight as well,” you say as you rise from the stool. With a swift swoop of your arm, you grab your drink and quickly finish it off.

“Cy’are, come on. Sit back down. I said I’d stay by your side tonight, which means I’m not going anywhere you aren’t,” Fives pleads. One hand grasps your forearm and weakly attempts to guide you back to the stool.

Even with his warm expression inviting you to rejoin him, his hand feels cold against your skin.

Even with the teasing tip of his smirk pulling you back to his side, his silence rings clear.

Even though Fives is the person you dream of waking up next to in bed each morning, Fives’ eyes wander everywhere except for the one person who stands by his side.

“Go have fun, Fives. I’m going to search for some of mine own,” you reassure him and slide his hand away. You shoot him a wink as you walk past him and blend into the wave of patrons.

Once again flooded with the overwhelming proximity of strangers, frustration flames through your blood. The sticky atmosphere chokes you as your heart pounds against its cage. The corners of your vision blur and darken while you move solely focused on the entrance. Stinging static drowns out the annoyed protests and looped music tracks from your hearing. The moment you break free from the club’s hold, you stride into the crisp night air that envelops you in a thick downpour of rain. 

Not sparing a glance behind you, you continue to move as far away from the clone club. Yet with every step, something nips at the back of your neck. Not even an hour ago, you wanted to leave and return for a night in the barracks. Now you follow the near-empty streets as they twist and wind and lead you further away from your friends and into an awaiting pit of darkness. Finally able to blink away the rain just long enough to catch sight of a nearby storefront awning, you dart for cover and shiver against the cool durasteel building.

Heavy breaths wrack your body as you watch the trickles of rain plummet from the awning. 

Maybe it was time to put a stop to your little game and come clean?

The occasional speeder joins the rushing soundscape that drowns out your comlink’s alert. 

You heart wrenches at the thought of cutting off both men.

Faint shapes of bodies not even glancing at your hiding place come in and out of focus from the downpour. 

Then again, neither seemed too interested in making the next move.

Until one shadow stops. 

You shake your head to clear your mind from memories of their shared looks, and you push away your thoughts.

Its shape growing and defining itself against the curtain of rain that had shielded you.

Steadying your breath, you carefully stand. “Not another step,” you demand. In the moment the shadow pauses, you slip off your comlink and send an alert to the shared channel of the 501st. Hopefully, the darkness is your ally this time.

“Wouldn’t you want some company?,” a husky voice calls out, “This isn’t the type of place to be wandering around by yourself — especially in this weather.”

They take a step closer.

A faint alert chirps from your comlink.

“My friends are on their way,” you coolly reply as thunderous footsteps and shouts roar against the brewing storm.

The shadow’s head tilts, but not in contemplation. 

“That’s what we were hoping for,” the shadow snarls.

Shivers shudder down your spine in realization.

Just as you launch yourself from your spot, blaster bolts strike through the night sky like lightning. No longer concerned about the shadow who slipped into the darkness, you run towards the echoign command. Clenching your fists, you slam your feet against the rain soaked platform.

“Fives,” you shout.

Blaster bolts illuminate the walkway and reveal silhouettes struggling against one another.

“You picked the wrong person to go after, ge’hutuun,” one of your boys grunts.

Rain droplets pelt down on you and leave stinging splotches on your skin.

Bringing your comlink up to your mouth, you grit your teeth against the howling wind. “This is 501st support agent to base, do you copy? We need back up. This is an emergency, do you copy,” you try to speak clearly against the growing panic bubbling inside you.

A single scream silences the street’s symphony.

“Fives,” someone calls out.

“Fives?” you breathe out.

It feels like the rain weighs down on you and locks you in place. Each footstep harder to take than the last. As the 501st comes into view, tears blur your vision as you hastily look each man over.

Rex and Jesse stand just off to the side, speaking to a holograph of Commander Fox with apprehensive expressions. Hardcase, Dogma, and Tup surround the dazed assailants while pacing every few steps before returning. 

Echo and Kix kneel on the ground beside a body just ahead of you.

“Fives?” you croak.

Echo raises his head and motions you over to join them. His serious gaze pulls you from your cemented spot and into a run.

Skidding to a stop, you sink to your knees next to Fives’ head. Your eyes flicker from his pained expression to his heaving chest to the blaster graze just above his hip. The outfit he was so excited to wear out for the first time now smolders around blistering skin.

“This wasn’t the show I was hoping to put on for you, cy’are,” Fives hoarsely laughs.

A watery chuckle breaks your chapped lips, “Well, you’re quite the showstopper. You can put on an actual show for me another time. But, please stop getting shot, it stresses me out”.

Fives lets out a booming laugh that’s quickly cut off by a groan, “Oh, well if you don’t like it, I’ll just have to ask the Sith to stop the war for me. Sure they’ll be real understanding -”. His sentence cuts off when he sucks in a sharp breath.

You look over to Kix who has a less than amused expression at the two of you. One hand barely applying pressure to Fives’ wound.

“Calm down, you’re not going to die,” Kix rolls his eyes and slightly shoves Fives’s side, “You have second degree burns, di’kut. Just need some bacta patches, and you’ll be fine with minor scarring”.

“That should have been a direct hit though,” you murmur, looking at the wound. You face Fives once again, yet this time he won’t meet your eyes. Resting your hand on his jaw, you make him meet your pointed gaze. A slow warmth grows underneath your touch.

“His clothing is made up of an experimental light-weight, ballistic material. It’s a prototype for casual bulletproof clothing,” Kix explains and pulls  your attention back to him. He tugs at the singed edge of Fives’ shirt. The cloth barely moves from the strain. “Did -- did he not tell you why we came out tonight?” Kix asks you with an incredulous laugh.

“He actually went through with his dumb plan. Kriffsake, this should be good,” Echo snickers and shuffles away from you.

“It’s bulletproof?” you shriek at him.

Fives quickly throws his hands up and scoots away from you to push himself up into a crouching position. “Not completely! That’s why we had to test it out,” he defends.

His words still you. Narrowing your eyes, you watch as Fives pales under your sharp gaze. “Test it?” your voice comes out a low growl.

Fives sends a weak glare over your shoulder, “Who’s side are you on, traitor?”

Echo and Kix burst into laughter, barely spitting out coherent words. “The side of reason, di’kut,” they reply in unison.

“You were the one who volunteered to be the mark,” Kix notes.

“‘Just you watch, I’ll put an end to this little game of ours tonight,’” Echo say in a poor imitation of his twin, “‘By the end of the night, I will confess my undying love for my cy’are”.

“I did not say that,” Fives barks back.

“I am so grateful that shot didn’t kill you,” you confess while you drop your head in relief. You try to conceal the snickers that threaten to slip past your lips.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Fives perk up. “Does that mean I can take you out on a date?” He asks.

“No,” you say. When his posture slumps once more, you slowly raise your head and meet his disappointed gaze. “No, I’d like to take you out myself,” your voice drips with false sweetness.

“Well, who am I to say no to a lovely date with my cy’are,” Fives leans closer to you with a small smile spreading across his face.

“I’m so grateful that bulletproof material kept you alive just long enough for me to take you out myself,” your voice growls in playful anger. 

Fives’ eyes widen, and he pushes off the ground and sprints away from you. “Cy’are, I’m sorry,” he laughs and shouts over his shoulder.

“Too late. Get back here, di’kut,” you yell and launch after him.

Footsteps slosh and slap against the platform while both your laughter mixes with the comforting hum of the evening. As you near Fives, your gazes meet as he turns to check on you with an adoring expression. Reaching out with one hand, your face lights up when he turns completely to face you. Arms open waiting for you to join him by his side once more.

Throwing your arms around his neck, you press yourself close to him. His hands rest comfortably on your hips, and Fives ducks his head in the crook of your neck. The gentle scratches as you play with the edge of hair bring small hums from his mouth that softly tickle your skin. 

“I’m still going to murder you,” you mumble into his shoulder.

Fives hums, and his hold tightens around you. “Just wait until after the date. I’m looking forward to it, and it would be my life’s regret if I never actually had the honor to spend the night by your side”.

The soft glow from flickering neon signs wraps around your bodies as the rainstorm eases to a gentle lull. Neither of you pay attention as the Coruscant Guard passes. Some send Fives a celebratory salute while others clap your shoulder with a chuckle. As the night life fades to distant hum, Fives straightens himself and pulls you under his arm to lead you back to the group. Soft smiles and shouts of relief greet the two of you, now that the game has come to an end. 

At least for tonight. 

One pair of eyes linger on you for a moment longer than they should have. “Rex, we’re good to head out now. Gave Fox the report and analysis already,” Jesse states.

Rex pulls his gaze from where you stand tucked comfortably in his vod’s hold, and he nods at Jesse. “Then I think it’s time we head back to the barracks and get some rest. I’m sure we’ll find ourselves absorbed in another game by the time we deploy again,” Rex shakes his head with a small laugh.

Jesse looks at him with an impressed, yet shocked, expression. “Don’t tell me you’ve been keeping out on us and have your eye on someone,” he says with a light elbow jab to Rex’s side.

With a knowing look in his eye, Rex motions for Jesse to make his way over to the awaiting transport. Once everyone from the 501st and guard are accounted for, Rex allows himself to relax against the wall. Letting his head fall to one side, he steals one more glance and smiles at the sight of you dozing off on his brother’s shoulder. Rex raises his gaze and meets Fives’ eyes, and they subtly nod at each other.

The night may be over, but the game is still in play.

[masterjedilenawrites]

Okay, hear me out....grumpy reader/Fives for the sunshine/grumpy prompt list. My favorite is "don't make this weird...but I saw this in the store and got it for you. Figured you'd like it."

Fives x grumpy!reader | 1k words

Content: a light and fluffy piece, a little bit of yearning, a nice hug, reader is on the grumpier side (and also a chef, random idea that popped in my head)

What were you doing?

You'd asked yourself that a dozen times now as you made your way back to the ship, almost stopping each time to throw the gift bag into the bushes. You weren't a person who bought gifts. That was lame. You didn't even get gifts on most holidays, let alone on a random day in the middle of the year for no reason other than you saw something and it reminded you of someone else and the thought of his face lighting up when you gave it to him compelled you to go ahead and buy it.

Yeah, lame.

You stifled a groan at the thought of how badly you'd be teased for this. Of course Fives would love the gift, and he'd show it off to everyone, and then they'd make fun of you, probably say you'd have a crush or something stupid. You paused in the road again and just stared at the bag, considering every life choice you'd made up that had brought you to this point.

"What's cookin, good lookin?"

Five's familiar voice rang out from down the road as he caught sight of you standing there. He used that ridiculous line to greet you every time, making you regret ever becoming a cook for the GAR in the first place.

"Hi Fives." You were quick to hide the little gift bag behind your back, but not quick enough for the ARC trooper. He was practically bounding down to the road toward you. No amount of subtle maneuvering would've escaped his notice.

"What's that?" he pulled up a few feet in front of you, smirking as he eyed you.

"What's what?" you tried playing it off.

"That bag in your hands."

Your resting face held a frown, which only deepened as you were caught red handed. There was no backtracking anymore, no ditching the gift and pretending it'd never happened. You'd have to give it to him and face the consequences now.

"Oh, yeah, this." You reluctantly brought the bag around in front of you, looked down at it for a moment, and then relented with a sigh. "Okay, don't make this weird... but I saw this in the store and got it for you. Figured you'd like it."

You practically pushed the bag right into him, eager to just get rid of it.

As predicted, Fives was already getting worked up in delight. "Wait, what? You got me a gift?"

He reached in and grabbed the wad of tissue paper and tossed it aside, and then he brought out the little trinket that lay within.

"No way, a river whale?!"

It was a little ceramic figurine of the planet's rare river whale, an animal Fives had been desperate to try and find during their short mission here, but with no luck. You'd only gone into town to return the grill you'd borrowed from a local cook before the ship took off. It had seemed like fate to find a last minute replacement for Fives' dream. The figurine was hand-painted and had cute little beads set in for eyes. It even had a ribbon loop fastened on the top, to be hung like an ornament.

Fives was teetering between beaming with joy and what you feared were actual tears. He was like a kid who'd gotten exactly what he wanted for Christmas.

"Kriff, cookie, you're the best!" he exclaimed with a wobbly voice. You had to ignore that heinous nickname just like you did the other silly little sayings he had with you.

"I said don't make this weird," you grumbled just as he rushed up to hug you. You squirmed at first in his tight embrace, but after a few moments, relaxed a bit and brought an awkward hand up to pat his arm. You would never admit how often you wished the man would hug you like this... among other things.

He let go of you far too soon and brought the gift back up to admire it. It hung from the ribbon off his finger and spun prettily in the sunlight.

"I shall name you... whale-y," he said to it.

You rolled your eyes. "Seriously?"

"Too on the nose?" Fives scrunched up his face in a show of serious consideration. "Hm, what about, bead-y? 'Cause of his eyes."

You just shook your head at him.

"What? Names are hard." He dangled the figurine in front of you. "You name it, then."

"No."

"Come on, he needs a name! Look at him!" He jiggled the ribbon a little so the whale shook in front of you. "Please name me, cookie," he said in a mocked voice of the thing.

You sighed. "I don't know... Willy."

Fives grinned. "Willy it is!"

He continued to laugh as you continued to glare. You would never understand this man and all his silliness and good humoredness. But boy did you like him anyway.

Fives tucked the little figure into one of his belt pockets. "I won't tell anyone, you know."

"Huh?"

"I know you don't like it when you're at the center of attention," he shrugged. He still seemed happy, but some of his energy had settled down into something much softer. "And I know you don't like getting compliments, but uh... this was really nice of you."

"Oh."

You stood there awkwardly. He was right, you didn't like compliments; you had no idea what to do with them.

"We can keep this moment between us," he offered with a small smile.

You nodded shyly back, still not sure what to say. Your heart seemed to be doubling in size, pushing against your chest in a painful but pleasant way.

"Um, I mean..." you tried saying something, finding the words as you went along. "You don't have to hide it or anything. You could hang it in your bunk if you want. Or somewhere else. Anywhere you want, really. It's your gift. So... you know...."

Fives started laughing again, a lower chuckle that showed he was amused but wouldn't make fun of you for it. He saddled up next to you, slung an arm across your shoulders, and started leading you back to the ship.

"Alright, I think I will hang it in my bunk, then. And I'll think of you whenever I see it."

You were grateful he couldn't see the blush that started lining your cheeks. Maybe getting him a gift wasn't such a lame thing after all.

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Just stumbled upon you through one of my mutuals. There is a severe lack of Fives x Pregnant reader out there, so I’d like to challenge that. However, if that’s not your thing literally anything fluffy and sfw with Fives would be beautiful. Thanks love!

Hi there love! Yeah, I asked the community to reblog and its getting surprisingly crazy! But i love writing and I'm happy to do all these requests for you, it'll just take same time haha.

A lot of fives snips coming! Fives x pregnant reader is not a problem at all. Fluffy and a bit of spicy. Hope you like it!

"NUMBER ONE"

TBB REQUESTS –FIVES/PREGNANT!READER 📩💖

WARNINGS: PREGNANT FREADER, PASSING MENTION OF ECHO'S DEATH, ROTTING FLUFF, A DROP OF SPICYNESS&BANTER.

Few in the galaxy actually knew clones weren't at all sterile. Kaminoans had definitively tried to get rid of the problem; but it had always ended up affecting their efficacy on battle, or led to huge emotional disregulations, so they had opted for the quickest way possible. An implant. It was just designed for a man instead of a woman; periodically inyecting them with some kind of substance that made their spermatozoids not viable. Well, if their plan had to fail with someone, it had to be Fives.

Despite being an excellent ARC trooper, a great soldier, Fives had always had a bit of a knick for bending the rules. Maybe it was just part of his vibrant, energetic personality; which had also pushed him to sneak into the pleassures of the Coruscant nights numerous times before.

He had been nothing short of a playboy, at first. Not really breaking girls hearts, because he just wasn't a bad person; but with war going on, he knew he didn't have the stability or time for something more serious, and it wasn't fair to put someone else through that. So he had always stated his intentions first and he had had his fair ammount of fun here and there. But like all playboys, he had fallen in love, and fallen hard.

At first you were just one of Fives conquests; another name on the list. But the thing is that sex had been so much more fun with you; from the flirting in the bar to you laughing freely and without a worry in the world in your bedsheets, hair forming a beautiful halo on the pillow. Maybe Fives had fallen in love with you right then and there. Maybe it had been the second date, or the third. The time he kissed your hand or when you marked his neck with his teeth, a small show of possesion for anyone else, and he had actually liked it instead of bringing up the rules of their agreement.

Maybe it had been the way you had brushed the sex aside and cuddled up with him on the sofa instead, holding him through the pain of Echo's death. Maybe it had been how softly you had kissed him on the day of his following department, maybe... Maybe it had been the day he found out you were pregnant with his child.

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Fives smiles, dark eyes lost somewhere in the sink in front of him. You had both just finished having lunch; your cyare dilligently jumping to wash the dishes himself and telling you to sit down for a tiny bit. You hadn't answered you didn't really need to sit all the time; because you knew helping you made him feel better, and it always made you happy to make him feel valued, and good. And baby number one was particularly active today, so all good.

"What are you thinking of, love?" You ask, bringing Fives back from his thoughts.

He restarts with his washing technique –he insists in drying all the glasses one by one as he cleans them instead of doing them all together at the end– and glances back.

"Just thinking about that time you told me you were pregnant with my child" he answers, playful smile perching on his handsome face.

"Oh? That time, huh?" You repeat, chuckling. "I recall you having a pannick attack".

Fives huffs.

"Me? A pannick attack? Please, dont say such foul lies with that pretty mouth of yours" he answers, and you instantly fall into your usual banter.

It somestimes feels like sex. It sometimes feels like love. It sometimes feels like something even deeper than that.

"Who would have known" you continue teasing him. "Brave ARC trooper Fives scared at the prospect of having a tiny little innocent baby".

Fives chuckles and closes the tap, turning around while he dries his hands with one of the kitchen cloths.

"In my defence, babies are scarier than droids" he points out, grin stretching his face, filling you with warmth.

Oh, how you love him.

"Oh yeah" you continue to playfully mock him. "They can attack you with their little... oops, no, they don't even have teeth yet".

Fives laughs, and he walks towards you. He stands there in front of you in all his handsome clone glory before bending forward and leveling his face with yours. His lips hover in front of yours.

"But I'm not scared anymore, aren't I?" He whispers, glancing at the temptation that is your mouth.

You hum and place your hand on his cheek, caressing it softly. He's so attractive, with his strong cheekbones and expressive eyebrows.

"Still scared" you half sing, smiling lovingly "You're just much more excited about it now".

Fives chuckles and kneels down on the floor, conceeding you a victory with a small nod. He looks up at you while he carefully places his big hands on your seven-month-belly; then switches his attention to it while he caresses it and speaks softly.

"How's my little trooper doing today?"

Your heart melts with Fives softness. Even if he's a good man, and affectionate enough, you had never imagined him to be like this. He will really be a great father, you know it.

"Baby number one is particularly rebellious today" you tell him, inmediately laughing at Fives frown and rolling eyes. "He's going to be a handfull, I'm sure of it".

He gives you a pointed glance.

"And that's exactly why we're not having a second one".

You pout.

"But what is baby number one going to do when you're out fighting the evil guys and I'm busy with work? You understand he needs a brother, right? You should understand more than anyone..." you let your ending trail, and Fives stands up and crowds over you, cupping your face in his hands.

"I see what you're trying to do, missy. Pulling on my emotional conection with my brothers is a low move on your part" he answers, though holding no malice in his voice, still smiling slightly.

You grin up at him.

"But an effective one?" You ask, hopeful.

Fives chuckles and sighs.

"I'll reeeaaally think about it if you don't use the "baby number one" nickname for a whole month".

You laugh out loud this time, and your baby moves with you, almost excited. You gasp, and Fives hand is instantly pressed against you, feeling the movement and grinning from ear to ear. It's a beautiful sight on him.

"You got yourself a deal, sexy man" you nod, happy.

Fives smiles and kisses you slowly, without a rush in the world, though you know he probably has to go back to the GAR in a few hours.

"Don't start with that, miss. That's how we ended up in this place for the first time".

You playfully bite his lower lip and Fives groans against your mouth.

"Luckily for you, baby number two can't be made in the oven yet".

Fives shakes his head, pulling carefully but firmly on your hair to make you tilt your head back further, exposing your throat to him.

"You're insufferable" he mumbles, smiling against the skin of your neck.

You sigh and happily close your eyes. You've got a wonderful cyare; and even pregnant, he knows very well how to take care of you.

"Persistent" you correct him.

Your words are quickly losts under Fives' lips and hands.

THE END.

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Fully fluffy one for you love! Hope you've liked it!

Remember I'll be doing EVERY one of the requests you've all sent me, just takes me time.

Xx,

Sky.

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[nahoney22]

Hi!!!! I love your writing a lot!!!!! If you're taking requests, would it be at all possible to ask for the bad batch + fives reacting to their partner's (gender neutral or he/him pronouns) top surgery scars (ftm)? If you're not comfortable writing this dw about it, it's just something that I thought of but I don't really know how to write it for myself

Top Surgery Scars

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

All Bad Batch Boys + Fives X M/GN!Reader (initially I wrote it for a male reader but it can also be read as gender neutral 💜 )

Exactly as the request asks ♥️

Warnings: mentions of scars and surgery, a little angst, some insecure reader in some sections, fluff given from all boys.

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A/N hope this is okay, loved the idea! I’m not an expert in this field so I hope I did it justice ♥️

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Echo 💕

This sweetie first saw your scars by accident when he walked in on you changing. He was taken aback, a little panicked if it was an injury of some kind you once had but then you explained that they were top surgery scars. You had even tried to cover yourself up quickly both for obvious accidental invasion of privacy and because you had exactly not told Echo about your surgery.

He allowed you to dress first before he came closer to you, seeing your slightly flushed features. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before.”

“Why sorry? I love you regardless of who you are.” He wraps his arms around your waist, scomp pushing into your back as your pressed flush to his own body.

You sigh in silent relief, resting your head against his shoulder as you let him embrace you with all the love he can give you. “I love you too.”

He is definitely there for you through it all.

Hunter 💞

“Can I show you something?”

Hunter is sitting on your shared bunk, playing with his viro-blade when you stand in front of him, wringing your fingers together nervously.

He didn’t need his senses to see the anxiety on your face and he found himself too getting worried. “Of course, everything alright?”

“Y-yeah, I just want to show you now so it’s not a surprise late down the line if this relationship is to grow any further.” You exhale a shaken breath and he nods slowly for you to continue.

As you peel your shirt away from your body and show him your scars, he’s surprised but not at all fazed. “Do you think I would have thought of you any different?” He asks softly, standing whilst sheathing his knife and crosses the threshold to you.

Before you could reply you’re in his arms and he’s peppering the sweetest kisses all over you from your lips down to your chest and then back up again. “Perfect. As always.” Laughter fills the room and in that moment you had never felt more at home.

You had a feeling that Hunter will be the perfect boyfriend.

Wrecker 💓

“What are those?”

You turn quickly to see Wrecker stood behind you, eyes a little wide.

You were just about to change into a loose vest top as you and Wrecker took a trip down to a beautiful and remote lake and when you thought he wasn’t looking, he had caught you mid-dress.

“Oh, these?” You ask dumbly, trying to seem unfazed by your crushes questioning and pointing towards your chest. “They’re my double incision scars… I’ve had top surgery.”

He blinks at you, tilting his head. He’s quick to put two and two together and realises that you have transitioned or going through the transition process. Or maybe you’re it’s just a personal preference. He’d like to know more but wants to make sure he asks all the right questions first incase he says something silly. He may ask one of his brothers for advice (if you’re comfortable with that) but for now, he grabs his inflatable and grins widely at you.

“You gonna come swimming with me cyare?”

Feeling relaxed that it was now out in the open, feeling like you now had nothing to hide, you’re more than happy to take your top off and enjoy one of the best days you could with Wrecker.

By the end of the evening, you’re both walking hand in hand back to the Marauder and he sneaks a kiss in before the others could see.

Tech 💖

With Tech, you had no fear in showing you your scars because he actually went with you to the surgery in the first place. Of course, he was questioning those doing the procedure and you had to reassure him that they knew what they were doing.

The moment you’re in surgery, he’s in the waiting room researching everything he needs to know and what you need to know so he can relay information. Once you’re done and a little tender, he treats you with the utmost perfection and insists on checking on the healing process every day and night.

“The tissue is healing accordingly. Though it will still be tender for the next few weeks. That means you need to stay off missions for a while more and take plenty of rest mesh’la. Oh, I am also going to locate a pharmaceutical and inquire about any other the counter ointments.”

Although he’s being a little repetitive as this is what you heard for the last few days, you adored him. And clearly, he adores you just as much.

Crosshair 💗

When Crosshair’s fingers find their way under your top, innocently caressing the skin on your stomach you had jolted upright and nearly sent the poor Clone tumbling onto the floor. “What was that? You alright?” He grunts, moving his hand away from you but rests it just over your hand.

You’re both cuddling in your bunk together, a tight snug but enough to give you enough warmth when the ship is chilly.

“Y-yeah, sorry I just…” words are failing, not coming up with a smart reply but Crosshair does it for you.

“Is it your scars? Are they hurting?”

Your head snaps to look towards him, eyes wide in surprise. “You know about them?”

He blinks at you, gaze soft for a man so moody most of the time. “Of course. My eyes see everything.”

You didn’t question him about how he saw them and in fact, relished in the knowledge that he knew and did not seem to mind. Though, you still had to ask. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

There’s a small conflict on his face but gnaws on the inside of his cheek before saying, “I wanted to, but it’s not my business to do so. I don’t care about that stuff.” He struggles to word it correctly but hopes it comes across as okay and not at all insensitive. But if there’s one thing you knew about Crosshair is that he adores you and his words told you just that.

“I picked you for a reason. I love you all the same.”

Fives 💘

When Fives saw your scars, he was not shy in asking about them. He was curious, intrigued and quite pleased that you were prepared to show him something like this. To him, he showed that you were brave and embraced who you are and he valued that a lot in a person. He thought you were beautiful regardless and does never fail to express his fondness of you.

“Did it hurt?“ He sits beside you, snaking an arm around you and pulling you into him for a hug.

“It felt a little sore after the first few days and I got used to it. I was a little nervous about the stitching truthfully but the professionals took good care of me.” You said with a smile, so relaxed and blessed that you had someone like Fives in your life. No matter what, he had endless love for you.

When you’re both alone and maybe having an intimate moment, he kisses every inch of your skin, praises and reminds you of how beautiful you are to him and how happy he is that he had met you. Clearly you had made the best choice in suitors when it came to this particular Arc Trooper.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

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[zoeykallus]

Hi! I really enjoy your writing!! I was wondering if you could write either fives or Rex where they surprise reader at their work with flowers after they have been off planet for a while?

Aloha!

Thanks! Love to read that!

Well, I couldn't decide which one, so I decided to do two short one-shots. Hope that's okay with you :)

Fives/Rex x Reader - Your Sweet Gentleman

Fluff

Fives

You'll be off work soon. But you still have a good hour ahead of you. The day was exhausting and feels longer than usual. The thought of coming home to an empty apartment again doesn't necessarily make you happier. Fives has been on a mission with the 501st for a while now.

You try to just get on with your work and not think about it too much, wanting to just get the last hour over with, when you notice your colleagues looking up curiously. You frown, but before you can check who or what has caught their interest, you hear a familiar voice.

"I have a delivery here for someone very special."

You blink, not sure if you really heard what you think you heard. As you turn around you see someone standing there, you recognize the armor, however the face is hidden behind a giant colorful bouquet of flowers. Behind the bouquet, you hear the voice again.

"I have here some beautiful flowers for the most beautiful being in this Galaxy".

Slowly the bouquet sinks. First you see Five's cheeky eyes and the tattoo on his forehead, shortly after that his whole beautiful face and the engaging smile on his lips.

"Hello Mesh'la," he says, beaming.

Your heart nearly overflows with joy that he is here again and at the wonderful, loving gesture. Fives finally spreads his arms with a grin.

"Now come on into my arms."

You jump at him, and he laughingly wraps his arms around you.

You say with a devoted sigh, "I've missed you so much."

Fives kisses your temple and says, "I've missed you too."

As you slowly pull away from the embrace, he finally holds the bouquet out to you again and says, "Look, I brought all your favorites"

You grin and look at the bouquet. Fives is right, all your favorite flowers in your favorite colors are there. The thought that Fives has remembered these things warms your heart.

Rex

You feel his presence even before you turn around. But part of you doesn't believe that when you turn around, you'll see Rex standing in front of you. You know he's on a mission, and the last time you called, he said he'd be gone for at least two more weeks, which was five days ago.

Still, you turn around slowly, your heart pounding. At the first moment your heart sinks again, because he is really not behind you. However, your gaze wanders around the room and then you do see him. He stands at the entrance of the room, a smirk on his lips as your eyes meet. In his hand is a pretty bouquet of flowers.

He walks past your colleagues towards you. The handsome captain does attract a glance or two, and part of you can't suppress a proud grin as your colleagues watch him greet you with a gentle kiss and hand you the flowers.

"Do you like them?" he asks gently with his disarming smile.

With a nod you say dreamily, "They are beautiful, thank you Rex".

Out of the corner of your eye you see the curious looks of your work colleagues, Rex has noticed them too by now and you can tell he is starting to feel uncomfortable under their stares.

"When can you leave work?" he asks, trying to tune out the others present.

"Fifty standard minutes."

Rex smirks again, kisses your cheek and whispers, "I'll wait for you outside."

You watch him leave again, pretty much everyone does. You can't blame them, Rex is a handsome guy with a calm but strong presence.

You can't wait for the last fifty minutes of work to be over and finally jump into Rex's arms. You don't know why he is back earlier than he said, but you'll find out soon enough. The most important thing is that he is back now.

You beam all over and enjoy the feeling of knowing that you won't go home to your apartment alone tonight.

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[arcsimper5]

So... I've seen a few Bad Batch headcanons about how they'd react to their SO safewording during a session but I haven't seen many of the 501st guys (I'm probs just looking in the wrong places but, yeah), so I wanted to write some for Fives, because he is my fave and he deserved better.

NSFW, female reader. Established relationship Light bondage Use of safe words Aftercare

Please be gentle as this is my first HC post! Feedback is welcome!

Read more under the cut.

Fives is filthy in the best way. He's always up for trying anything once, if it'll make you happy. Seeing you reaching orgasm is one of the hottest things ever for him, and anything he can do for you to make that better is a plus in his book.

His favourite things with you are definitely having you tied up and playing with you, teasing you until you're falling apart beneath him, nipple play (this man's mouth is literal heaven) and eating you out until you beg for his cock.

The safe word in your sessions is 'Citadel'.

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It had been a rough day for both of you. Between the mounting bureaucracy you were facing in your job within the Senate Towers and Five's most recent deployment to another round of line holding on enemy lines, the moment he had walked into your apartment, fresh back from leave, you could practically feel the tension radiating off of him.

Words failed you both, the dinner you'd cooked long forgotten before it had had a chance to cool as he's grabbed you, pulling you flush against him and kissing you as if his life depended on it.

Dragging you into the bedroom, he'd stripped you quickly, mouthing over every inch of skin he could reach.

"You like that, mesh'la?" he cooed as his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, sucking hard. "I've missed you." Deft fingers found the other, rolling the sensitive nub between his thumb and forefinger, pinching and pulling lightly.

The smirk on his lips as he effortlessly coaxed whimpers and moans from you would have been almost aggravating, had it not been for the knowledge of what was coming next.

"F-Fives," you gasped, his teeth grazing your nipple before he lathed his tongue over the swollen nub, arching against him.

"I love it when you're so desperate for me, cyare," he teased, letting his hand drift from your chest downwards, tracing your stomach muscles, humming in satisfaction at the way they tensed and fluttered under his touch. "How much have you missed me?"

"S-So much," you gasped, whining with need as his fingers brushed through the thick curls between your legs, barely teasing at the top of your slit.

"P-Please, please, Fives, oh, f-fuck," you begged, arching against him again as he chuckled lowly, his arousal growing by the second.

"My cyare," he cooed, his mouth moving back up to your neck, littering the skin with kisses and nips, tongue swiping over your pulse point, "begging for me already. Hmm... I dreamed about coming home to you like this, so desperate for me, so ready..."

You barely held in a squeal as he lifted you up easily, the plastoid of his armour hard and cold against your skin as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Wasting no time, careful as he placed you on the bed, he immediately nodded up at the headboard.

"Get yourself ready for me, love," he ordered, almost breathless at the very thought, "while I get this armour off."

"Yes, Sir," you all but whimpered, holding back a smirk of your own at the way Fives moaned, hands trembling against his armour.

Doing as he'd told you, you moved up towards the headboard, reaching behind the edges of the mattress and pulling out the cuffed restraints that you'd placed there months ago.

Before Fives, you'd never been much into bondage or being tied up, but there was something about the way he looked at you, something about the feeling of being completely at his mercy, bound and vulnerable to his touches that set your very core on fire.

Slipping your hands into the cuffs and laying back, you let out a whimper of disappointment when Fives began crawling up the bed towards you, naked as the day he was decanted, a predatory look written over his features.

"What's wrong, mesh'la?" he purred as he moved to straddle your waist, noting your apparent upset, "Not liking what you see?"

He dipped his mouth back to your stomach, trailing his lips and tongue up your body while his hands found your restraints, tightening them to where you were secure but not uncomfortable.

"N-No, Sir," you replied as respectfully as you could, your thighs twitching as they rubbed together, the slick between your legs warm and wanting, "I... I only hoped to see you get out of y-your armour. W-Wanted to watch."

Fives looked up at you with another salacious grin, flicking his tongue across one nipple as he held your gaze, chuckling when you moaned and threw your head back against the pillows, relishing the feel of his mouth on you.

"I can always put it back on," he teased, barely holding in a laugh when your eyes went wide, your appearance closer to that of a bobblehead as you shook your head.

"N-No! Please, Sir," you replied quickly, licking your lips at the hungry look he was fixing you with, "this is, perfect, I... I n-need you..."

Fives hummed again as he finally reached your mouth with his, lavishing you with soft kisses until you were a whimpering mess underneath him, your hips rolling and bucking, self control barely there at the feel of him.

"Someone's desperate," he mused aloud, raising an eyebrow at your whimpering. Brushing his lips over yours, he chuckled lowly once more, taking pity on you and crashing your mouths together.

Any reply was lost to the sweeping motion of Five's tongue against yours, the desperation in the action almost palpable.

With another soft chuckle, he pulled away, littering yet more soft kisses down your chest and over the soft swell of your breasts, drinking down the moans you let out at his gentle touch.

"M-Missed you so, so much, Sir," you managed, gritting your teeth and arching against him, wanting, needing to feel more, "missed your, your tongue on me, m-missed your cock..."

Fives let out a growl at your words, his entire chest vibrating with the sound.

"My little whore is so demanding tonight," he cooed, nipping at the soft flesh of your breast, one hand trailing down between your legs as he shifted further and further towards your core, practically salivating at the prospect of tasting you again, "tell me what you want me to do to you, my love... Tell me what you need."

You bucked against him, desperate for more contact, for his hands to finally touch your clit, to spread you, to fuck you.

"N-Need your fi-fingers inside me," you gasped, the need lacing your words sending another thrill of arousal straight to Five's cock as he continued kissing down your stomach, his fingers trailing up your inner thigh, teasing. "A-And your t-tongue on my, my clit, f-fuck, Fives!"

The ARC grinned against your stomach, leaving more tiny marks on the soft skin as he nipped and sucked, finally able to smell your arousal, his cock twitching in anticipation.

"You want to cum on my tongue or my fingers first, mesh'la?" he asked, voice husky with want, eyes dancing over your already sweat sheened body. Admiring the way your chest rose and fell quickly, the way your muscles tensed at the very thought of the pleasure to come, he was almost losing himself.

"T-Tongue, Sir," you croaked, voice almost broken with lust, tears forming in your eyes. You needed friction so badly, it was almost painful, "n-need your mouth on me, p-please."

Fives groaned again, taking a deep breath to steady himself, his fingers clenching against your thigh as he fought the urge to simply drop the act, to give you exactly what you wanted.

But no. He'd been waiting for this for so many nights, to come home and play out the scene you'd always talked about. He'd dreamed of this, of you, tied up and begging to be pushed to orgasm until you passed out.

"Beg for it," he breathed , settling himself between your legs, strong hands lifting your legs onto his shoulders. Your thighs were slick with arousal, the smell of you enticing, so sweet and familiar. "Beg for me."

"F-Fives!" Your voice was little more than a whimper now, your entire being trembling with need. "T-Touch me, Sir, p-please, I, I need your tongue, on my, my clit. It, it's aching for you, for your mouth..."

"And did you touch yourself while I was away, cyare?" Fives smirked as you shook your head, barely holding in a groan.

"N-No, I, I did what you, what you said," you promised, almost breathless, "I... I watched the, the video of us, and, and I..."

You paused, taking a deep breath. The scene was so much more intense than you'd been expecting, your need for Fives surpassing all expectation. It truly felt that the moment he touched you, you might implode, the spark of his tongue enough to ignite the raging inferno within you, that you might just cum from a single touch.

"Shh, there's a good girl," Fives praised gently, allowing a tiny piece of him to slip through, enough to keep you grounded. "You've done so well. I think it's only fair that you're rewarded..."

Before you could even open your mouth to reply, his fingers and mouth moved at the same time.

His index and middle fingers spread you open to him while his lips suckled on your clit, tongue dancing over the swollen bud with featherlight touches.

You were right; it was enough to send you over the edge immediately, your entire body clenching at once as the tingling pleasure washed over you, every nerve singing with delight.

Fives chuckle was intoxicating, his mouth immediately back on you, teasing at your clit again as his other hand moved to your entrance, one finger teasing the slick opening.

"You almost came just from me teasing you, huh cyar'ika?" he murmured against your skin, eyes dancing with delight when you nodding, bucking your hips against him, silently begging for more. "I love seeing you like this... mine... completely at my mercy."

The sensation of his tongue against your still twitching clit was overwhelming, almost enough for you to beg for mercy until his finger slid inside you, the sensation enough to ground you once again, allowing your pleasure to build anew.

"Mmm... So wet for me, cyare," Fives sighed, pumping his finger in and out a few times before adding another, the mewling moan you released into the sex drenched air of the room intoxicating, "all of this, all for me."

With another swipe of his tongue, he silenced any reply you might have made, your mind devoid of anything except the feeling of his mouth on your clit and his fingers slipping in and out of your body, his presence the only thing in the world that mattered in that moment.

"F-Fives!" you squealed, another wave of pleasure fast approaching, this one even more intense than the last.

"That's in, cyare," he breathed into your wet heat, "let go for me."

Within moments, you were cumming on his fingers, your second orgasm sending your vision white for a moment, the intensity catching you off guard.

Five's tongue did not stop, the overstimulation bordering painful now as he continued to lap at you, suckling and kissing and moving against you in ways that would have normally felt wonderful.

But this time, it hurt, your muscles tensing as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of your body, that sensual smirk still on his face.

Suddenly, your chest tightened, panic replacing pleasure, the feel of him too much. You wanted him to stop, you needed him to stop, his tongue like sandpaper against your aching clit.

"C-Cit, cita," you tried, Fives suckling your bud again, misunderstanding.

"Yes, cyare?" he cooed, pulling away as he began to sense the change, how your muscles tightened, the tears gathering in your eyes. "Mesh'la?"

"C-Citadel."

It was barely a breath, but Fives reacted instantly, faster than you could comprehend. He seemed to be everywhere all at once, his fingers removed from you with a slow and gentle movement, his hands moving to the cuffs and undoing them, your arms falling to your sides.

By the time you'd regained some sense of self, you were laid in Five's lap, his arms wrapped around you, soft words whispered into your ear as he held you close.

"I'm so sorry, cyare, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to push too far, I..."

Turning to face him, you offered a soft smile, brushing your lips over his to silence his apologies.

He hesitated at first, holding back, simply allowing you to kiss him until you swept your tongue across his bottom lip, his instinct taking over.

Within moments, he was meeting your tongue with his, your kisses turning long and languid, bodies relaxing into each other's.

"I'm still sorry," he murmured after a few moments, eyes closed as he rested his forehead against yours, guilt seeping through every cell of his being. "I should have been paying more attention, I..."

"I asked for this," you reminded him gently, running one hand across his cheek, immediately cupping his face and pecking him on the lips. "I thought I could take it... I guess I... I underestimated your skills, yet again."

The guilt and worry in Five's eyes finally started to lift, replaced by the usual, mischievous glint you'd come to adore so much.

"Well, I'll take that as a compliment," he winked, laughing when you rolled your eyes and kissed his nose, grinning up at him in return.

"It's meant to be," you clarified, sighing deeply, snuggling further into his hold. "I... I'm sorry I had to call it... I could just feel..."

It was Five's turn to silence you with a kiss, your apology muted by the sweep of his lips across yours, his expression as close to serious as you'd ever seen on him when you finally pulled apart, your eyes fluttering open.

"Never, ever apologise for that," he urged gently, one hand moving to lace together with yours, giving it a comforting squeeze. "It's what it's there for. I... I never want to hurt you, cyare. If I hadn't have stopped... I'm glad you said it. I'm glad we did. I only ever want you to feel good... to feel... loved."

"I do," you reassured him, gazing up at him with absolute adoration. "and I have really missed you."

"I missed you too, cyare, more than I can explain." His smile turned watery as tears sprung to his eyes, emotions overwhelming him. "I..."

He hesitated, looking away, almost ashamed. "I know," you reassured him, tone as gentle as you could manage, his eyes fluttering up to meet yours in an instant, the hope in them undeniable. "I love you too."

No more words were needed as your lips met once again, mouths moving together until your jaws ached.

Without hesitation, Fives shuffled down under the covers, the warmth of your body against his soothing him into the deepest sleep he'd had for a long time, happy and safe in the knowledge you would be there when he awoke.

"Goodnight, cyare," he yawned, planting one last soft kiss on your cheek before he pulled you against him, cradling you against the night.

"G'night, my love."

(And then they lived happily ever after and Tup lived and Fives lived and the Chancellor fell off of his big tall chair in the senate one day and died oh what a shame).

So... hope y'all enjoyed that :)

[headphones-ct-09978]

Roarin' 20s (One-shot)

I had this song stuck in my head and it gave me an idea for a fic. It's a one shot, so it's not gonna be, like, great. 😂

Summary: It's been a long while since Gregor even had time for leave. After returning to the battle once he recovered from his amnesia and injuries, he was allowed 2 weeks leave. Gregor finds himself on Coruscant and decides to check out 79s. That's when he sees a familiar face among a few of the 501st.

Characters: Gregor, Fives, Echo, Rex, Wolffe, Kix, Headphones (OC), brief mention of Hunter Bad batch.

Warnings: None. Just fluff.

Note: My OC is a clone experiment with a different donor and DNA. She's in NO WAY related to the Clones in the grand army of the republic. Okay? ok.

Tags: @the-lore-mistress @lifeofroos @clonelovr

.The din of music and boisterous conversation met Gregor's ears as he stepped into the bar. The atmosphere was definitely a shift from the battle field, instead of blaster fire and explosions, there was the clinking of glasses and the laughter of his brethren. As his memories started coming back, apparently he came here once or twice to celebrate his victories.

"Whoops! Eheh, sorry!" he said as a pair of twi'lekk ladies bumped into him as they hurried towards the dance floor. He didn't know why, but this environment made him anxious, a feeling which should have been preposterous considering the things he had encountered, which were nothing at all like this.Perhaps it was the loud music or the unfamiliar feeling of wearing civi clothes, but he was feeling uncharacteristically out of place. The neon lights and smell of alcohol and food gave his senses a bit of a jolt as he ran his hand through his hair, taking a deep breath to steady himself, he made his way towards a seat at the bar, sliding himself onto the seat. As he did, one of the bartenders, a redheaded young lady with striking green eyes and a pleasant smile, greeted him and asked what he wanted. Gregor flashed her his best charming smile, and just requested a shot of the best the place had to offer. She nodded and slid a shot glass towards him, before grabbing a bottle filled with a glowing magenta liquid and poured it into the glass. When she did, a wave of a fruity aroma wafted towards him from the glass. Gregor tentatively picked up the shot glass and lifted it towards his nose, sniffing the contents. "Huh. Not bad." he said to himself before placing the rim of the glass to his parted lips, and tilting his head back, knocking back the shot. He immediately started coughing as the syrupy, sickly sweet drink made it's way down his throat. Once he regained his composure, he rethought his decision and requested a thing of ale. Simple and certainly not as expensive. As he sat there, he looked around, taking in the place. He watched as a crowd had gathered around a table, cheering and wagering as two clone officers in grey uniforms competed in an intense arm wrestling competition. The competition ended when the clone with a heart tattooed on his wrist slammed down his opponent's hand, winning triumphantly. His victory was met with exclamations and miffed curses of defeat as bets were lost. Gregor chuckled into his cup at the sight. At least these guys knew how to still have fun. Something Gregor was slowly relearning.

Gregor was thinking about calling it a night, when the doors to the bar flung open and everyone started cheering and applauding. From what Gregor could gather, from what the crowd was cheering to what he heard from the bartenders as they spoke to one another, the 501st had secured yet another victory for the Republic. Another major base was taken back and a city liberated. Gregor smiled with pride, more than happy to hear that all hope was not lost.

He was about to finish his drink when he heard a familiar voice call out, "A round of drinks for everyone!!!" followed by even more cheering and excited hollering. Gregor's heart missed a beat as he gasped, causing him to choke on his ale. Once he regained composure, he looked up with a shocked, almost baffled look on his face. "Zaria?!"

It had been a rough mission, but luckily the boys and I pulled it off. Had it not been for Fives' split second improvising, we'd all have been vaporized. But thankfully it worked out and it was another victory added to our three year streak. To celebrate, we decided to spend our first night off at, naturally, 79s. The familiar sounds and chaos helped me relax. Thankfully everyone was loud enough that I could hear everyone through my headset without having to turn the comm on. As soon as we stepped foot into the bar, our arrival was met with a warm welcome and grateful civilians, and proud brethren. The unmistakable blue and white armor was almost always met with joy and pride.

However, I was mostly recognized for being a regular to the bar. I may have on armor, but most saw my black armor had no idea how to react. They were used to seeing clones, all the same. While I was a clone, I wasn't one of *them*. I was an oddity, a curiosity, a mystery. Or just a small lady with black hair and a pair of headphones almost always on my head. Heck, the boys called me "Headphones" affectionately due to having to have these things on. All part of the Kaminoan-experiment-gone-wrong gig.

After I made my gracious offer to buy the entire place a round of drinks, I headed towards the latrine to fix myself up a bit.

When I entered the ladies room, those who were in it took one look at me, giggled, said something in a language I was not familiar with, and left. Once alone, I sighed and gripped the edge of one of the sinks. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my exhausted reflection, dark circles under my dark eyes, and a fresh gash splitting my right eyebrow. Kix did his best to stitch it up, but it still looked bad and hurt like a bitch.

I turned on the water and cupped by hand under the cold, crisp water, humming to the music that was playing outside. I splashed my face, feeling the cool water calm my shot nerves. I winced as water soaked the gauze covering my wound and I hissed. I quickly grabbed the bandanna I had tied around my neck. I snorted when I remembered who I stole it from. The red fabric was warm in my hands and the small white skull on it grinned back at me, privy to my prank. It had already been a month and a half since I saw that elite squad Commander Cody had me work with, but the man with the tattooed face was definitely someone I would not forget. I smirked as I used that bandanna to dry my face and tie my hair back. With a deep breath, I walked out, unaware that I was in for a surprise.

"Wolffe, I'll pay you thirty credits if you finally ask Headphones to dance!" Fives was determined to win this bet. Sixty credits were on the line and he needed the money. Commander Wolffe regarded Fives with a cold glare, a look made a hundred times colder with his cyber-kinetic eye, the silver-white iris and pupil keeping the ARC trooper glued to his spot. "I told you, I'm not going to do that. I don't dance and I just want to enjoy my drink and cards in peace." he snarled, already a little buzzed after his third ale. Captain Rex, who was at the table, playing cards with Wolffe, chuckled. "Thirty credits is a generous offer, especially coming from Fives." Fives made a mock gasping sound, placing his hand against his chest as if offended. "Captain! How could you?? You know well I'm very generous!"

"Oh yeah? Where's the fourth credits you still owe me? You lost that last bet about three months ago and I haven't seen a crumb of payment from you," Rex said before taking a swig of his drink.

"You know what, fine. Fine! I still think that was a coincidence, but fair is fair." Fives handed Rex the credits. "Consider my debt paid in full." he said. When he looked up and spotted Headphones, Fives grabbed Wolffe's shoulders and shook him a bit, pointing frantically. "Here she comes!! Come on, man!" Wolffe made a sound that could only be described as growling before putting his cards face down on the table and fishing through his pocket and practically chuckled a handful of credits at Fives. "Kriffing hell, here!! Go! Leave me alone! Consider you bet won! Now can you leave me in peace?!" Fives pocketed the credits and gave Wolffe and Rex a playful salute. "Nice doing business with you gents!" he said before heading off to no doubt pester Echo and buy him a drink or two.

Gregor waded through the crowd, looking around frantically for the source of that familiar voice, one he had been positive he'd never hear again. Then, just as he was nearing the dance floor, someone ran into him, earning an "oof!" from him. He looked down and his brown eyes widened as a familiar young lady started apologizing. "I'm so sorry!! I didn't see you the-" the words on her tongue died instantly as she looked up at him, her own eyes growing wide as moons in shock. "It....no..." she stammered out. Gregor blinked and nodded. "Yep. It is."

Before he could react, Zaria wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. Gregor giggled. "Sweetheart, you're crushing my ribs! I need those!" he said, his voice cracking a little, a little side effect from the injuries he sustained.

Without warning, she let him go, got on her tippy toes, reached up, and cupped his face in her hands and bring his face down to meet hers, squishing his face in the process. "WHERE.HAVE.YOU.BEEN?!" she said sternly, sounding almost angry. He didn't blame her since he had been missing for who knows how long. "Eem showwy. Shith goff coflicathed." Gregor managed to say while his face was being squished. Zaria stared into his eyes for a good long while, as if trying to read his soul, before her own eyes flooded with tears. She let go of his face and hugged him again. "I thought you were....." she couldn't finish the sentence as a hiccuped sob escaped her. She buried her face in his chest and he silently thanked the stars for his decision to wear civilian clothes rather than his hard and battered armor. He placed his hand on the top of her head. "It's alright, sweet girl. I couldn't break my promise, now could I?"

He gently placed his hands on her shoulders as she released him, wiping her tears away. She sniffled and let out a little laugh. "What promise?" "I believe I owe you a dance?" As if planned, Zaria's favorite song started to play and she looked up at the speakers in shock. From the other side of the bar, a clone in ARC trooper gear and a slick beard, winked at Zaria. "You're welcome, Headphones!!!" he called out while another clone with a blue hand print of his breastplate carefully took the cup from his brother's hand.

Zaria waved at them before grabbing Gregor's hand and tugging him towards the dance floor. "Oy!!" he exclaimed before giggling and he was practically dragged to the dance floor.

Wolffe had lost the card game to Rex (again) so he decided to call it a night. He was about to leave when he noticed a crowd gathered on the dance floor, hyping up someone. He looked around and saw Headphones dancing with a clone dressed in black civilian clothes. Wolffe watched for a brief second before paying his and Rex's tab and leaving 79s.

-end-

[chicknstripz]

∘₊✧ [[ Sun, Surf & Sand ]] ✧₊∘

Pairing ||  Fives x GN!Reader Word count || 987 Warnings || Brief mentions of PTSD, Fluff, So much fluff. Overview || Self indulgent Fives takes his family to the beach feels, in honour of father's day! 'Fives' prompt for @clonexreaderbingo

Crashing waves and salty air backdrop your perfect day, the shriek of your little one pulling your attention from your trashy romance novel.

Fives has your toddler by the hand, standing at the water's edge with not a care in the world. He looks so good like this, his tanned skin glowing in the light as he lifts the toddler over another wave. The small girl yells in delight as the water tickles her toes, her interaction with the water managed with care by her doting father. 

Fives doesn't want her to fear water like he does, the endless blue stirring memories of Kamino. He remembers being tossed out to sea, his survival skills tested in a brutal five day training session. He also remembers time spent below the waves, his flash training ill preparing him for deep sea diving. None of it had been enjoyable, the company of his own heartbeat prevailing over every memory, and none of it could hold a candle to the beach he stood upon. Cold unfeeling water had been swapped for warm waves, and complaining brothers had been swapped for a happy family. His little Sarad was smiling at him like he'd hung the stars, all chubby checks and sparkling eyes. And you? He's pretty sure you've never looked prettier. you're laid on a towel with a drink in one hand, and a book in the other - your eyes soft as they catch his. He stops to appreciate the sight for a moment, just long enough for a ware to crest over Sarad's waist. She squeals in surprise and holds tight to him, her little arms barely covering his chest.

"Woah, you alright there lil one?"

She nods, her curls tickling his jaw with each move.

"You sure? We can say hello to your Buir for a bit if you want. Maybe build a sandcastle?” 

She nods again and Fives takes this as a sign she’s done with the water, at least for now. He drops her to her feet once the water laps at his ankles, watching with a smile as she totters up the beach with giggles. He’s not at all surprised to see you’ve pulled out a holorecorder, your form dropped to one knee to get Sarad’s best angle; and he can’t help but tease you as you lift the cam to include him in the shot. 

“Why cyare, I’d never thought you’d ask! Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!”

He watches you roll your eyes, your expression giving away the flush of heat that rises to your cheeks.

“We’re already married, di’kut” “And what if I wanted to marry you again?” He’d marry you a billion times if he could, on as many planets as you wanted. All he wanted was for you to feel loved and appreciated, to know that you’d been and always would be the center of his galaxy. 

“I don’t think it’s entirely necessary ...” “Oh, but it is!” He beams as he cuts you off, happy to watch the effect his words have on you. The subtle shift of weight from side to side, the shift of your brows and lips; it all tells him he’d made you feel warm and happy. “But what about the cost?” “What about it?” “We can’t afford it, not on that ‘pension’ they gave you” Fives scoffs. The republic had decided some years back that his service deserved a soldier’s pension. It was, in his opinion, nothing more than a publicity stunt. The sum was barely enough to repay his vode for years of pain and loss, but it was also better than nothing - which was what they were due to get before Senator Chuchi stepped in. “My brothers will help.” “Fives, I don’t want them paying for something we don’t need.” He drops beside you with a chuckle, gathering Sarad into his arms and settling her atop his crossed legs. The blanket more than protected her from the warm sand, but he was feeling indulgent and protective today; her happy giggles encouraged his internal desire to dote on her. “I didn’t mean it like that. Kix got himself ordained. All we have to do is give him a time and date.” Your eyes widen in shock, then laughter; the expression warming your face as you retrieve a bottle of sun lotion from your bag. “Did he know? Why does that not surprise me.” Fives laughs alongside you, passing a small toy to Sarad to keep her occupied while you cover her skin in a protective layer of lotion. “He said, and I quote. ‘I’m not letting any of you di’kute ruin your cyare’s special day’. Anyone would think we can’t do serious” Your soft laughter turns to guffaws, the sound violent enough to make you snort. He’s not sure why you find it so embarrassing. He loves it when he can elicit this kind of laughter, your form near hunched over as you nurse aching ribs. “I can’t see why he’d think such a thing, I really can’t.” You spend the next few moments in laughter, settling Sarad between you to play with her toys. She’s still too young to understand the concept of making a sandcastle. For her the fun is in the filling of the bucket, and the demolishing of the castle. She doesn’t even wait for her father to say ‘ta-da!’. She’s already pushed her hands into the damp sand with a giggle, pushing the sand about to further explore its texture. “So, you in? Or ...” You lift your head with a shy smile, your eyes full of warm love as you sit on your haunches. “Only on one condition.” “Oh? And what might that be?” “That Echo and Sarad have to be our flower girls” He can't help but mirror your playful smile, his chest blooming with laughter as he reaches over to shake your hand. “You’ve got yourself a deal, cyar'ika.”

[sleepingsun501]

Let Them Hear

Paring(s): Fives x F!Reader

Summary: Fives prevented Order 66, married you, and happily retired on Naboo with the 501st, and you think he might want to start a family of his own.

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings: Contains SMUT 18+, established relationship, married life, domestic fluff, breeding/breeding kink (kinda), pregnancy mentions, accidental voyeurism, some plot, lots of dirty talk, oral sex, PiV sex (wrap it up).

Word Count: 2.7k

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A/N: MINORS GET OUT OF HERE!! My first time writing Fives! I hope you all enjoy it! Also, thank you so much to @rexxdjarin for letting me borrow her OC: Mari Vontas for this. Reblogs are always appreciated!

Let Them Hear

The cool breeze blew in gently through the large open window as you arranged your freshly laundered blankets on your bed, and you could smell the water and the sun in the brightness of the afternoon. Picturesque did not even begin to describe it, and you paused to listen to the chirping of the birds.

You still could not quite believe this little slice of heaven was yours and your husband’s to enjoy. Well, yours and a few dozen of his closest brothers, anyway. You could just spy the corner of Jesse’s house across the large lake, and Rex’s not far to the right of that.

It had been nearly a year since the war had ended, and the clones had finally been given the rights they deserved. Your heart had leapt with joy as you and thousands of others had stood outside the Senate Dome on Coruscant when the announcement was made. The crowd had been a mingled mixture of both clones and their significant others, and with the clones finally recognized as full Republic citizens and the war being over, marriage was finally a real possibility.

Fives had not waited even a few seconds before dropping to one knee and proposing to you right there, and you had immediately said yes. He had known for a long time that you were the one for him, and after revealing the Chancellor’s plot and almost losing you forever, there was no way he was going to waste any more time.

Now, you and Fives—and the majority of the 501st— were happily settled on a generous expanse of land in Naboo’s sprawling lake country. Senator Amidala had graciously requisitioned it for the 501st, allowing the men that had served under her husband’s command to finally retire and heal from the trauma of the war.

You were about done making your bed when you heard the front door to your new house open and close.

“Cyar’ika?” you heard Fives call. “Where are you, love?”

“In here!” you called back.

A few moments later, he poked his head into your room. “Hey, baby. They didn’t have any of those little purple root vegetables,” he explained, giving you a kiss, “but I’ll finish building the garden boxes tomorrow and we can plant them ourselves.”

You smirked at him and giggled. “You mean Echo will finish the garden boxes and I’ll plant them tomorrow.”

Echo was a frequent visitor to your new home, and you had started joking about building a bridge to connect your houses as he now lived on the plot next to yours. But you also knew how much it meant to both him and Fives that they were living close to each other. After Echo had been rescued from the Techno Union on Skako Minor, the twins had been inseparable.

“Hey now,” he said teasingly, “I can build stuff, too.”

“Mmm-mmm,” you hummed negatively. “Echo said you’re not allowed to touch the power tools after what happened to our table.”

He came up behind you as you smoothed out the blankets one more time and wrapped his burly arms around your waist. You sighed happily as you felt the warmth of his muscular body against your back, and you relaxed into his hold.

“Not my fault my ruler was wrong,” he pouted into your neck, his goatee tickling you, and he rumbled with quiet laughter as he inhaled the sweet scent of your hair. “Oh, I saw Rex and Mari while I was at the market, too,” he added. “They said to tell you hello for them, and Kai’s already starting to walk a little. I can’t believe how fast he’s growing up.”

You smiled at the thought of Rex and Mari finally having the chance to settle down, especially with a baby. Mari’s little apartment on Coruscant had been so cramped after Kai was born, and now the boy had a whole lake surrounded by uncles to call home.

Fives had been over the moon when they had asked him to be Kai’s godfather, and you knew he loved that little boy with every fiber of his being. But it also made you wonder lately if Fives might be ready for a little one of his own with how often he wanted to be around Kai.

Fives nuzzled you again as he continued hugging you, taking another deep breath. “Whatever you’ve got cooking smells good. It’s making me hungry.”

“Just roasted nuna,” you replied. “You’ll have to wait a bit, though. It’ll be ready in an hour.”

“A whole hour?” he asked, starting to nibble on the skin just below your earlobe. “What could we possibly do for a whole hour while we wait?”

You already knew what he wanted, and you would be remiss to not admit you had been thinking the same thing. The feeling of his large hands running over your abdomen and his hot breath on your neck had your underwear soaked, so you pushed the plush of your ass back against him and felt him growing harder.

“You’re so perfect, cyar’ika,” he whispered against your ear, rocking his hips forward. One of his hands snaked down under the waistband of your pants while the other found its way under the hem of your shirt. “Love you so much.”

“I love you, too, Fives,” you said breathily, and you gasped as his dexterous fingers found your aching clit. He barely moved, making you groan for more, and your hand flew up to cover his as he gently thumbed your nipple. “You make me feel so good.”

“Oh, I know, baby. I’m about to ruin this bed you’ve just made up, too.”

“I don’t care. I’ll remake it later,” you whined. You rocked your hips against his hand, ready to chase the pleasure you know he could give you, and you could feel his cock digging into your lower back. “Please, Fives. Please, I need you.”

“Begging for me already?” he teased, pinching your nipple this time and making you whimper. “This morning wasn’t enough for you, huh?” Shaking your head rapidly, he kicked your legs wider and plunged his hand deeper between them, coating his fingers in the wetness pooling in your underwear. Groaning happily, he explored your folds with his hand. “My beautiful wife, so eager for more.”

“Eager for you, riduur,” you sighed, knowing the Mando’a word would be his downfall. He loved it when you called him that—a reminder that he was finally yours and you were his.

Fives retracted both of his hands and spun you around in his arms, swiftly lifting your shirt over your head before crashing his lips to yours with blinding intensity. You whined into his mouth as you fumbled with the fastenings of his new civvies, and he walked you back to let you fall on the pristinely made bed. Yanking your bottoms off, he started pressing open-mouthed kisses and licks to your inner thighs.

Your core clenched from his teasing, wanting nothing more than his fingers or his thick cock to relieve the growing ache that had been steadily building within you. “Please, don’t make me wait anymore, Fives.”

“Fuck, I love the way you beg, baby,” he breathed, running his hands over your waist. “I wanna hear all those pretty sounds you make.” He lifted your hips and licked a long stripe through your dripping cunt, latching onto your clit and suckling gently.

You could not help the pleasured cry that escaped you as he switched between your clit and circling your opening with his tongue, lapping up every drop of your tangy arousal.

“Taste so kriffing good, cyar’ika. So sweet,” he said, briefly coming up for air. He hummed into you as you threaded your fingers into his curls, and he slipped two fingers into you and scissored them, listening to the lewd squelch of your walls.

“Aghhh… Maker… Fives, d-don’t stop. Please, baby, don’t stop,” you mewled, arching your back and feeling the delicious pressure grow in your core. You were twitching around his fingers as he licked at your clit again, and he started stroking deeper. He plunged his fingers in until his knuckles were coated in your slick and curled them hard against the spongey spot within you that made your vision start to blank. It had you on the precipice, clenching hard again, but he would not let you take the plunge yet.

“Ooh, I felt that,” Fives said through a cheeky grin. “You want me to let you cum? You’re right there, aren’t you?”

You could only let out a pitiful sobbing sound as you valiantly tried to shift your hips in his iron grip. You were ready to explode if he kept it up any longer.

“Oh, I know,” he sighed, eating up your desperation. “Want you to cum all over my face before I give you my cock, my love. Come on, baby, you can do it.”

“Fives!” you cried out, both a plea and a demand. Fisting the tussled blankets for whatever support they could give you, you managed to arch your back again and push yourself onto his hand. He pressed down hard on your stomach, right above his fingers, adding even more pressure to your already tightly wound core.

“Cum for me, pretty girl. That’s it, let go. I’ve got you,” he growled as you met his darkened, gold-flecked eyes.

You rocketed over the edge, and he dove between your legs again to catch your release. It felt so good that you keened with relief, and you could feel him moaning into your cunt to draw out your orgasm even more.

Before the pleasure had stopped flowing through your limbs, Fives grabbed a corner of the blanket to dry his face. He kissed his way up your trembling body, worshiping every inch of you with his lips, silently telling you just how precious you were to him.

“Still need more, riduur,” you panted, grasping at him and pulling him closer.

He laughed lowly and attacked your neck with kisses, leaving a few little marks behind. “Something’s gotten into you today, huh? There’s no rush, baby,” he replied, rubbing the length of himself through your folds to lube himself. “Don’t worry. I’ll always take care of you.”

You stroked the little 5 tattoo on his temple as he came face to face with you. Sometimes, you still could not believe how lucky you were. You had everything you ever needed all wrapped up in the snarky, chaotic, heroic man currently hovering over you who was ready to fuck you until you could not walk.

He paused as he caught you biting your lip and searching his face. “What is it?” he asked, his brow twitching together curiously.

This was not the moment you would have chosen for this conversation, but you knew he was not going to let it go until you told him what was on your mind. “I… I’ve been thinking… maybe you’d want to take care of more than just me?” you whispered. “That maybe you’d want a little family, too.”

The look that crossed Fives’ roguishly handsome face was nothing short of shock, and you were worried for a moment because you could not tell whether it was a good or bad kind of shock.

“I know we’ve just settled down, but I’d want to have a family with you someday,” you began rambling, running your thumb over his stubbled cheek. “I love the way you are with Rex’s son, and I want that for us. I-it doesn’t have to be right now, but—”

The shock quickly faded into one of the most brilliant smiles that he had ever given you. Keeping eye contact with him, you inhaled sharply as he impaled you with his cock. Every inch of him pulsed with need as he breached your walls, and you could feel the deep growl in his chest as he throbbed inside you.

“Yes,” he breathed, sealing his mouth to yours. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” Every word was punctuated with a kiss so passionate and a thrust so deep it made your head swim. “Yes, cyar’ika. I want that. Fuck, I want that with you. You feel so good… take me so well,” he praised, wrapping your legs around his waist.

You could feel the desire roiling through him with every stroke. He caged you in with his sweat-slickened body and wrapped an arm underneath you to arch you into him, letting him hit the deepest, most sensitive part of you.

“Wanna fill you. Wanna watch you swell up so full of me, pretty girl,” he rambled, his lust-blown eyes never leaving your face. “You’re gonna look so beautiful. You want that?”

Now that you knew it was what Fives wanted, too, your longing to make him a father was overwhelming. You wanted him to fill you and fuck you so deep it had to stick, and you wanted him to watch, so you shifted and rolled him over so you could ride him. “Maker, yes, Fives. Want you to fuck me till I can’t take any more.”

“Gonna fucking breed you, cyar’ika.” he gritted out, loving the sight of your tits bouncing as you fucked yourself down on him. “Love the way your cunt drenches me. You’re gonna milk me dry.”

Your thighs were beginning to ache as you ground down on him harder. You were so close to that edge again from his words and the thought of carrying his child. He must have felt you tightening up again because he reached down and started rubbing quick circles on your clit, spurring you on.

“Riduur!” you cried out, telling him you needed more.

He rolled his hips up sharply and tweaked your nipples again sending a twinge from your breasts straight to your core. “Cum for me again, my love. Cum for me so I can breed you. You’re gonna be so sensitive, so swollen with our ik’aad, and I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of you and our ad’ika,” he sighed. “That’s my good girl. Wanna feel this gorgeous cunt squeeze the cum out of my cock. Love you so fucking much.”

The coil within you snapped. Your velvety walls sucked him in deep, and you let out a shuddering cry as he thrust up into you. As you seized around the full length of him, you managed to keep your eyes open and watched him throw his head back in ecstasy with a long grunt.

His lips parted and eyes squeezed shut as he pumped you full, and his hands gripped your hips so hard you were sure you would bruise. Your core was feverishly hot as he painted your insides with rope after rope of his cum, and you leaned forward to rest on his chest as you rode out your highs together.

Fives panted heavily beneath you as he cradled your neck with one hand and rubbed your back with the other, keeping you close and soothing your overheated skin.

“I love you, Fives,” you whispered, truly hoping his seed would stick. “You’ll be an amazing father.”

“Not as amazing as you’ll be as a mother,” he whispered back, bringing his head up to kiss you deeply. “Our ad’ika is gonna be so lucky.”

His fingers settled in your sweaty hair as he rolled you onto your back and slipped his softening length out of you, peppering your neck and face with more tender kisses. You could have stayed buried beneath him on your ruined blankets for the rest of the afternoon if not for the sound of someone outside calling his name.

“Fives!” Echo called in the distance. “If you two are gonna fuck, at least close the window! The whole lake probably heard you!”

You had completely forgotten about the window. Your hands flew to cover your face in embarrassment, but you could hear the teasing tone in Echo’s gruff voice, and you could not help the fit of giggles that started to surge through you.

Fives started chuckling above you as he settled your hips in his lap, watching in fascination as your combined releases started to leak out of you. “Gotta make sure this stays put,” he murmured, gazing adoringly at you. He swiped up the milky fluid with two of his fingers and pushed it back inside your deliciously sore cunt, and you both heard Echo swearing and laughing as you cried out one last time.

“Fives!” you giggled, swatting him on the chest.

“I don’t care,” he said with an affectionate smile, leaning down to kiss you again. “Let them all hear us. Let them know I love my beautiful wife. Let them know we’re adding to our family.”

[littlenephilim999uriel]

You look Lonely… I can fix that. ;)

Fives was such a flirt all the time! Always making her so flustered in the worst Situations and Times. One time they were on a Mission and while the Padawan was mid-fight he sent a flirty message through her comm, making her unfortunately meet the ground.

„Yo Commander.“ As she heard Fives comment through the comm she stopped short to press answer. „Make it fast Ark Trooper. I‘m kinda in the middle of something.“ As soon as she finished (y/n) wanted to make a jump to get over an obstacle as his voice was heard again. „I don‘t usually do fast (y/n), but I can make an exception for you Love.“ Did his Voice just drop down an octave? Doesn‘t matter because he already did the Damage, being distracted right as she was about to jump, she of course got tangled up in her own feet and face planted the Ground.

Well anyway, today was the Day she was finally getting back at the Arc Trooper. (Y/N) saw Fives standing with his Brothers nearby as she took big steps towards them determined to finally have the upper hand. As the Troopers saw her they quickly saluted her. „At ease Soldiers.“ She said with a soft smile. „Hello there Commander Sweetheart.“ The Padawan rolled her eyes at that. „My Master does not approve of you calling me that Fives.“ He only chuckled at that sending her a smirk. „But you approve don‘t you?“ Fives only got a short ‚Hmpf‘ at that and an eyeroll from the Female. But then remembering her Plan she then Smirked at him. „Fives… You look lonely.“ (y/n) said in a purr, drawing out every word. The Troopers looked at each other very confused. She then took a step closer to Fives and Placed a hand on his Chestplate looking up at him innocently. This small action made his Heart speed up and heat slowly creep up his neck and cheek. Where you always this Touchy-Feely with him? God his Brain was in overdrive… „I can fix that.“ Was all she said with a wink before turning around and leaving the stunned man behind.

Fives took a second or two to grasp what she just said but when he did he turned into a spluttering mess, which made his brothers burst out laughing. (Y/N) watched the scene unfold from a distance which made a proud smile come to her lips. Fives was still baffled that she finally flirted back that boldly but he must admit… He liked it.

[starry-crossing-zone]

General Storyteller - Rex

Summary: After the Battle of Kamino, Rex finds you surrounded by clone cadets. Length: 1.4k Warnings: Post-Battle; Lots of Teasing; Rex's Flirting is Improving

The battle of Kamino had yielded heavy and unfortunate losses, but the Republic managed to repel the Separatists in the end. Rex, after promoting Echo and Fives to ARC Troopers, sought out the generals. He walked over to where Jesse and Hardcase were relaxing, assuming they would have an idea.

“Has anyone seen the generals?” Rex asked, resting his bucket against his hip.

“General Skywalker’s at the south end of the city, but I have a feeling that you’re not asking about him,” Jesse quipped, causing Rex to narrow his eyes. “She’s with Kix in the infirmary.”

“You know how she always turns into a mother hen after battle,” Hardcase reminded his captain, leaning back against the wall. He elbowed Jesse with a mischievous grin. “She’s probably giving shinies heart attacks.”

“Well, if she can make our esteemed captain blush, what hope do the shinies have, Hardcase?”

Rex, tuning out the rest of their conversation, turned and made his way to the infirmary. Due to the overflow from battle, it had expanded into the mess hall. But Rex assumed that a Jedi would be easy to spot among the clones and Kaminoans. But when he didn’t spot you, Rex made his way over to Kix, who was setting another trooper’s ankle.

“Kix, have you seen the general?”

“She’s in the other room,” Kix stated, pointing to his right. “You won’t be able to miss her.”

Rex raised an eyebrow, but continued on his way. Stepping into one of the wings of the infirmary, Rex paused when he spotted exactly what Kix was talking about. You sat at the end of the room, smiling and talking with all of the young clone cadets gathered around you.

“And then the bridge started to collapse,” you retold dramatically as you carefully bandaged up a cadet’s wrist. “The Separatists planted detonators along the bridge and lured us onto it. And the tactical droid tried to blow us all up.”

“How did you escape?” one of the cadets asked, sitting on the edge of his seat.

“Well, we started running. Anakin and I pushed your brothers to safety with the Force because all of you and all of your brothers in every corner of this galaxy are important to us.”

You gently poked one of the cadets on the tip of his nose to emphasize your point. He blushed bright red, reminding you of another clone, and looked down at his feet bashfully while one of his brothers grabbed his shoulders from behind.

“And no good leader and certainly no good Jedi would say otherwise,” you added, looking out around at the clone cadets. 

Rex was quite sure that the meaning behind your story was not part of the approved Kaminoan curriculum, but he couldn’t help but smile at his younger brothers’ reactions to your story. You smiled and finished up with bandaging a cadet’s wrist before continuing with the story.

“But then we had to run to safety ourselves. Now, Anakin was lucky enough that he was standing close to the edge. So, he escaped easily. But I wasn’t so lucky because a lingering detonator went off right behind me, causing me to lose my balance.”

“What happened next?” a cadet gasped.

���Shhh!” one of the other cadets shushed his brother.

“I’m getting to it,” you promised them with a chuckle. “As I was saying, your brother, Captain Rex, grabbed a long gun—right out of Mule’s hands, mind you—and shot a cable at me.”

“Did he hit you?” one of the cadets asked quickly.

“Do you think I’d miss, Cadet?” Rex called out teasingly.

“Captain Rex!” the cadets called turning around to see him walking towards them.

They all jumped to their feet and stood at attention. Rex stopped in front of the crowd of his young brothers and dismissed them, urging them to sit down again. He turned to you as the cadets got settled again. And even though Rex felt a familiar heat start to climb up his neck, he moved to take a seat on one of the beds. Clearing his throat as you offered him a soft smile, he nodded.

“You were saying, General.”

“Right, Captain,” you mused before turning back to his brothers. “No, Captain Rex didn’t hit me with the cable. It landed in front of me and I held onto it as the bridge tumbled down. And with some help from some of your other brothers, he pulled me up to safety.”

“Captain Rex saved your life?”

“Yes, he did,” you stated without hesitation.

“To be fair, you’ve saved mine a number of times, General,” Rex spoke up, causing you to smile.

“Yes, shall I tell all of you one of those stories next?”

The cadets cheered but Rex got back to his feet and motioned towards the door. You nodded and slowly stood up, causing the cadets to sigh and whine. Giving them a kind smile, you kneeled down so that you were eye level with all of them again.

“I must go back to being a general. But you should try and find General Kenobi, for he’s an even better story teller than me. But which battalion is the best in the GAR again?”

“The 501st!”

“And don’t you forget it,” Rex added, causing his younger brothers to grin.

Bidding the cadets goodbye, you stood up and walked with Rex out of the infirmary. The two of you moved in silence for a moment before Rex turned to you with a soft look.

“You survived the battle alright, General?”

“I should be asking you that question, Rex. This is your home. All of your homes.” You sighed and added quietly, “I’m sorry we didn’t defend it better.”  

“Kamino was always a target to the Seppies,” Rex stated, turning to look forward again. “But thank you, General.” Clearing his throat a bit, Rex turned forward once again. “And thank you for looking after the cadets. They were bred for war, but they were never trained for it to happen in their own home.”

“Of course,” you returned, nodding politely. “I have a soft spot for children. I believe my master’s habits rubbed off on me.”

“It’s not a bad habit to have.”

“Well, and clone cadets are adorable. In a way, the clones and the Jedi have a lot in common. We were raised communally as well. It’s a setup most citizens find unnatural, almost.”

“Well, your people can move things with their minds. My brothers and I all share the same face. They might not be far off,” Rex quipped, causing you to chuckle.

Stepping into the lift together, you stood side by side as you made your way back to the upper floors of the facility. No doubt that Shaak Ti and Obi-Wan were looking for the two of you. Placing your hands on your hips and turned to Rex with a mischievous smile.

“What were you like as a cadet, Rex?”

“Top of my class, of course.”

“Of course,” you agreed teasingly, causing Rex to tilt his chin up. “But don’t tell me that you were always this stoic and brooding.”

“Brooding?” Rex repeated, earning a laugh in return.

“Come on, Rex. You must have broken a few rules in your time on Kamino.”

“I would assume as many as you did when you were a padawan, General.”

“My master was on the Jedi High Council, so I had an image to uphold.” After a moment, you added with a grin, “But also more time unsupervised. And, well, Anakin was a poor influence on me.” Your smile softened as you turned back to Rex. “Perhaps I’ll tell you some of those stories one day, Captain.”

“I look forward to it, General.”

Stepping off the elevator together, you and Rex shared a smile before Commander Cody called out to the two of you. Rex winced when he spotted Cody’s knowing look and you pulled on a more professional expression in the presence of the marshal commander.

“General Kenobi requested your assistance with moving some of the larger pieces of debris,” Cody told you. “He’s in the eastern part of the city.”

“Thank you, Commander Cody, I will go meet him.” Nodding to Cody, you turned to Rex, who returned your burning gaze. “I’ll see you later, Captain.”

And with that, you walked down the hall and away from them. You couldn’t help but glance over your shoulder at Rex. Staring after you until your figure disappeared around the corner, Rex ignored Cody’s stare and smirk. Rolling his eyes, Rex brushed past his brother.

“I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?” Cody called after him, causing Rex to wince.

“Stow it, Cody.”

[toomanybandstocare]

{I Wish I Never Asked}

Program: It's no secret that there's something going on between you and Fives, and the entire 501st is trying to get one of you to admit that there's more than lust and friendship. A welcome party at your apartment brings in good people, decent drinks, and revealing secrets. Maybe the confident ARC trooper isn't all that sure of himself or his emotions as he leads everyone to believe.

Pairing: FWB, ARC Trooper Fives x FWB, GN! Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Second Chances

Length: 5k w

Warnings: Petname (Cy'are), Reader gets embarrassed in front of everyone, Drinking/Party

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Prompt: "This is awkward" Hosted by: @clonexreaderbingo

Counselor Notes: The thought of Fives admitting he doesn't love reader in front of everyone during a drinking game popped into my head...and then he wanted to make it when I started writing it smh. Y'all got lucky. I wasn't planning on giving anyone any comfort, but Fives genuinely would want to make it right and try to make himself a better version of himself to treat you with the care you deserve.

Courecent’s cool breeze causes your skin to prickle, but the mix of Endorian port and Fives’ fleeting touches warm you. The boys in blue had just arrived from their latest assignment bringing back a new drink and many stories to share. Naturally, they messaged their friends and partners to host a party to celebrate their safe return home. As soon as the chronometer displayed your usual dinnertime, all your friends began to pile into your apartment. The sliding door to your terrace stays open as people come and go to bring out food and drinks for the group at the outdoor lounge area.

Tucked into Fives side, you sit on the love seat and nurse an ebla beer to take a break from your previous heavy drinks. Your body buzzes as a comfortable haze blankets over your mind. You hum when Fives’ arm drapes over your shoulder and lazily trails his fingers over your skin. 

As the conversation begins to die down after Echo retells Jesse’s mishap with a speeder, Hardcase jumps in his seat. “How about a game?” he eagerly suggests. 

Fives perks up. A new sense of excitement washes over the dull boredom that nipped at the back of his mind all night. Content to have his favorite person by his side again, Fives needs something to keep his mind from wandering to how your lips felt against his earlier in the evening. Or how Jared’s friend, Ashlan, looks handsome in the sheer top he wears adorned with a gold chain around his neck. And especially away from the conflicting storm of emotions that seems to overcome him when he thinks about anyone but you in that regard. His attention easily latches onto the game. “What did you have in mind?” he calls out.

“It’s called True or not true,” Hardcase starts to explain as he clears off the table, “Similar to Truth or Dare, but it’s only truth. The only way out -- not that it’s much of one -- is to take a shot if you don’t want to answer the question”. Hardcase finishes off his beer and places the empty bottle in the center of the table. His eyes twinkle with mischief as he eyes the group, “This should be an interesting night, then. Who wants to go first?”

Everyone seems to hesitate. All eyes warily look at the awaiting bottle. 

“For kriffsake, it’s not going to hurt anyone,” Jesse breaks the silence and leans over to spin the bottle.

Your body locks stiff as you watch the bottle teeter around the table. Your heart races as it begins to slow in speed. Everyone whispers and shushes each other. As it stills, your stomach drops and your shoulder relaxes when Kix groans. A light laugh falls from your lips as you rest your head on Fives’s shoulder.

He looks down at you with a raised eyebrow and a smirk, and Fives nudges you. “What? Afraid of sharing secrets with your friends?” Fives quietly teases.

“Depends on what the question is,” you slyly reply. You peer up at him through your eyelashes. Your cheeks flush under his gaze, and you nudge back as his smirk grows larger. “You’re awful,” you sigh.

“Me?” Fives exclaims. His voice is thick with faux disbelief. Fives wraps his arm tighter around you when you try to push away, and he pulls you closer. His heart hammers when your bodies collide, and he feels you laugh while trying to regain your balance on his lap. Fives ducks his head to mumble into your ear, “I’m awful? Pretty sure I’ve taken care of you very well when I come home”. He feels you shiver in his hold, and his chest swells with pride. Fives leans back into the seat and looks at you with a content look.

Your heartbeat echoes in your ears as you look back at the smug man with an incredulous look. Cheeks burning, you lightly smack his chest only making him laugh. “My point exactly,” you hiss. Your eyes scan the group, and you’re thankful everyone is screeching in shock about Kix’s response.

“I fucking knew it,” Jesse hollers and points at his brother, “When did you put the medbay on lock down? Was it after Felucia?”

“Of course I have, and Coric was in on it,” Kix response with as much heat, “We have to fix you di’kuts everytime we leave base. The least we can get is an hour of peace and quiet away from you lot”.

“Don’t drag me into this,” Coric leans forward with a shit eating grin, “And Jesse you had your question. No follow ups allowed”. As Jesse shakes his head and takes a sip of his beer, Coric flicks the bottle.

Once more, your blood rushes to your ears drowning out everyone’s lighthearted chatter. Only this time your stomach drops as the bottle points between you and Fives. You look at Fives with wide eyes and his matching expression causing you to bark out an involuntary laugh. You’ve rarely seen the man so shocked.

“Well,” Coric tilts his head and slowly thinks out loud, “as usual, the pair of you are attached at the hip”. And like all vod’ika when they stubbornly admit they need guidance, he looks to Rex who leans against the balcony railing nursing a glass of Corellian whisky. 

When he watches Coric’s frantic arm flailing towards the unofficial couple and the beer bottle, Rex rolls his eyes and sighs. He makes a note to cut off his brother and intercept solo cups with water bottles. “Fine,” Rex gruffs and takes a step closer to the group. “If you want me to be the decision maker, then I get to ask the question. Fair?” Rex raises an eyebrow at Coric. He looks like he’s about to protest before he bites his tongue and collapses into his seat once more. Rex smiles, and he shifts his gazes to the apprehensive couple in the love seat. A wash of concern stings Rex when his eyes look onto yours. He pulls his gaze away while trying to fake a thoughtful look to mask the guilt that sits heavy on his chest. His younger brother’s weak deflections from anyone’s questions about your relationship run through Rex's head. They only make him even more confused by your current situation on the couch. Entangled and enveloped in a world of your own world as if no one’s the wiser of something happening there. He swallows the lump in his throat, and he decides you deserve an answer. Nodding his head, Rex looks at you again and calls out your name. “True or not true. You’re head over heels for Fives”.

Your head jolts backwards as if Rex’s words hit you in the face. Your expressions pinches before you try to brush off the hesitation with a weak laugh. Not looking at the man involved in the question, you try to keep your voice casual. “I guess it’s true in a way. We’re friends. I just,” you pause and make a vague motion with your hand, “love spending time with him”. Even your response doesn’t convince you, so you keep your gaze focused on your drink.

After a deafening beat of silence, Hardcase whistles lowly. His eyes dart across the group, and he clears his throat. “So the tough questions are coming out this fast,” he laughs, “I was not expecting that. Especially from Rex”. With a clap of his hands, Hardcase spins the bottle.

While everyone falls into quiet chatter, you slip back onto the couch from Fives’ stiff posture. Your eyes dart to Hardcase who’s already looking towards you with a concerned gaze. You smile and shrug it off. Mouthing your gratitude, you try to relax. But Rex’s question replays in your mind and waters the seeds of insecurity that have already taken root in your mind. Pursing your lips, you steal a glance at Fives out of the corner of your eyes. No longer paying attention to the game, he looks off into the distance with a serious expression and thumbs the curve of the bottle in his hand. You take a sharp inhale and look away to see the bottle on the table stop in front of Ashlan.

“You know,” Hardcase muses, “I’m going to follow this lead as well. True or not true, Ashlan, you have your eyes set on someone”.

“Feeling a little left out of the action, Hardcase,” Ashlan teases. He then closes his eyes and tilts his head in thought. When he opens his eyes, the Pantoran’s gaze holds a sharp glint that unsettles you. “True,” he simply responds with a shrug.

Kix’s gaze flickers from Ashlan to Fives, and his stomach knots when he watches you carefully eye this new connection. “Let’s keep it going then,” Kix breaks the tense atmosphere and gently twists the bottle. He hopes that his luck hasn’t run out as he watches it wobble and slow down. When it teeters to a stop in front of Fives, Kix breathes a subtle sigh of relief. Without missing a beat, Kix tries to keep the edge to his voice in control: “True or not true, Fives. You’re head over heels for the host of the party”. Kix grinds his teeth as Fives looks at him with a pained expression.

Fives looks at his brother with wide eyes that soon flicker to Ashlan and then to you. Acutely aware of everyone’s gazes on him, Fives runs a hand over his face. Dread boils into anxiety that causes his stomach to churn. He feels sickly as his body burns from the guilt stoking in his chest. Taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling it, Fives shakes his head. “Not true,” he forces the words past the lump forming in his throat. “Not completely at least,” he tries to explain the tangled mess of emotions that have kept him up at night. He knows that his words are lost on deaf ears.

The night air hangs still over the terrace patio. Everyone holds their breath as they try not to look at Fives. Their eyes certainly don’t meet your blank expression. No one notices Ashlan wince. 

“This is awkward,” Hardcase mutters under his breath. Though with no one else speaking, his words are deafening.

Rex lightly smacks the back of his vod’ika’s head with a hard expression, “Not the time”.

Without another word, you get up and everyone shuffles their legs out of your way as you make your leave. Your chest constricts as you try to even your breathing. You step into your apartment and shut the door shut behind you. The silence rushes over you as you quickly walk into your room with tears stinging in your eyes.

Fives feels like he can’t breathe. He feels dizzy as his mind races. The two of you never defined what you were, so Fives knew the casual dates he went on weren’t wrong. But the lingering thoughts of what you were doing while he was away quickly shut him off mid way through getting to know the other person. Darting his tongue across his bottom lip, Fives places the bottle down by his foot before standing. “Everyone out. Party’s over,” Fives hollers. Without a second thought, Fives follows your path and steps over everyone’s legs to go after you. He spares a glance to Rex who nods and begins to guide everyone to start cleaning up. Quickly opening and stepping through the door, Fives shut it as he scans the open layout. A sliver of illumination from under your bedroom door guides him to stand before it. Broken sobs and cries wrenches Fives’ heart. He leans his forehead on the door and shuts his eyes. Softly calling out your name, Fives lightly raps his knuckles bringing your sniffles to an attempted silence. “Can we talk?” he quietly pleads.

His muffled question resparks your frustration as you sniff, “Didn’t you already say enough?”

Fives squeezes his eyes to the point where the dull pain in his head sears in a white hot flash. “Not enough. Certainly not enough to you. Please,” his voice breaks, “Please, let me explain”.

Your eyes burn as you look at the door in disdain. However -- regardless of how much your brain pleads with your heart not to open itself up again -- your need for closure wins. “You can come in,” you hoarsely call out.

Fives’ eyes fly open. After his mind registers your words, he presses the control panel. When the door hisses open, the air is knocked out of his chest as he takes in your puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. As the sliding glass door opens with quiet murmurs, Fives quickly steps into your room to shut the door and shield you from the others. “I should have been better,” Fives rushes out. He takes a few steps towards you, and he drops to sit on the ground to still allow you space. “I-I,” Fives stammers and he shakes his ducked head, “I should have talked to you. Tell you how I was feeling, and I’ve hurt you. The singular most important person in my life, and I’ve shattered their heart and trust”. 

“What was going through your head, Fives?” your voice wavers. A man you can’t even recognize sits before you, and you stare in disbelief while waiting for him to look at you.

“Everything,” Fives breathes out, “And none of it was making any sense”. Tears bubble and threaten to pour over his lash line, so he quickly blicks them away. This isn’t about him. He’s the one who messed up. He doesn’t deserve for you to listen to his mess of a thought process. His chest rises and falls quickly, and Fives pulls his legs to his chest to rest his head on his knees.

Your eyebrows crease in concern as you watch Fives curl into himself. “Fives?” you softly call out, “What’s wrong?” Tell me”. As much as you want to reach out and pull him into your arms, you hold yourself back and grip your comforter. 

“I fucked up,” Fives hoarsely slurs. “We said we were keeping it casual. That we care for our friendship, and that comes before everything”. Fives raises his head and tries to ease the pounding in his skull with his knuckles. He looks up at you dejectedly and tucks a knee under his chin. “And I was trying so hard,” he forces the words out, “It just got too hard, though. Sending a message just to share a night together. Not being able to rest my arm on your waist when we’re out at 79s. Leaving you alone every time I have to go on deployment. It got too hard, and I was confused”.

“About what?” you breathlessly ask. Your heart hammers against your chest, and the sharp shards sting you as hope gets the best of you.

“It’s always been hard to leave you. I adore you. You’ve been there for me for everything, and you’re such an important friend,” Fives explains. He practically spits out the last word though as it causes a pang to stab his heart. “I don’t even want to use that word to describe what you mean to me. That’s not enough. It’s never been enough. And when I started to realize that, things got messy. I was overwhelmed, and I didn’t know who I could talk to about it”. A sob breaks past his resolve, and his chest shudders. “Everyone kept asking about us. What we were. If we were together. How long was I going to wait to tell you how I feel. This pressure to figure out what I did feel for you just built up to the point where I felt like I was about to break. Because everything I feel for you is indescribable, and I’ve never felt this strongly for a person before”. Tears run down his face, and Fives doesn’t bother to hide them from you. A lightheadedness overcomes him as his breathing grows ragged. “And I hurt you,” he frustratedly cries out, “I hurt the person I’m falling head over heels in love with, and I’ll never forgive myself for that. I fucked up our friendship, and I know I’ve probably lost you. And I’ll live with that for the rest of my life, because you deserve so much better than some clone who runs from his emotions”. Fives’ lip wobbles, and he bites down on it to try to contain himself. This isn’t about him. He shouldn’t have said anything at all. He should have just consoled you like he intended. Let you move on and meet someone who will treat you with the care you deserve.

Even with the tense atmosphere that’s settled around the two of you, a weight comes off your shoulders. Slipping off your bed, you shuffle to Fives to sit beside him. One arm wraps around Fives’ heaving shoulders and pulls him to rest his head on your shoulder as a shaky hand cards through his curls. Fives tries to fight back and pull away, but you keep him tucked into your side. “Let it out. It’s okay, Fives. You’re safe,” you softly mumble. Your voice still raw from the sobs that wracked your body as you soothe him. 

“No,” Fives croaks, “You shouldn’t be comforting me. I’m so sorry. I should leave. Let you think about what’s best for you. If you don’t want me in your life, I completely understand. Whatever will be best for you. I’ve always just wanted you to be happy even if that means never seeing you again”. His mind races with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, but he slowly sinks into your embrace.

“Listen to me,” you plead, “Fives, I understand. I may not completely know how you’re feeling or what it’s been like trying to figure out your emotions, but I hear you. You can’t bottle up your emotions. You have so many people who care about you and will listen to what you need to say”. You press his head further into the crook of your neck, and the tears that fall onto your collarbone sting your skin. “You are not alone. Especially in figuring out your emotions. That’s not a simple ordeal, and everyone has to go about it at some point their life. You are not the only person who struggles with that”.

“I should have talked to you. To Echo. Kriff, even Rex would have knocked some sense into me,” Fives sobs. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you”.

“We’re going to work through this,” you promise. “You’re not just some clone, Fives. Please don’t ever use that as an insult to you, or your brothers. All of you are such wonderful people. You’re an amazing person. Granted, you’re a little dumb sometimes,” you lightly tease. A choked laugh breaks his whimpers, and your chest swells. “We’re going to figure out a support system for you, alright?”

After a moment of catching his breath, Fives pulls his head up to look at you. His eyes prick again when he meets your concerned expression. “Why are you so quick to help me? You should be telling me to leave you alone” he quietly asks.

You smile at Fives and slide your hand to cup his jaw. Rubbing his puffy face with your thumb, you reassure him, “We aren’t going back to the way things were, but I still want you in my life, Fives. I need some space, and it’ll do us both some good”.

“Why are you treating me with such care when I’ve broken you?” Fives helplessly looks at you. His eyes flicker between your desperately trying to grasp onto how you could be so quick to forgive his mistreatment of your heart. Your soothing touch helps him catch his breath, and the thundering headache raging in his head is more tolerable.

A pained smile pulls at your lips. “Because I love you. And people do dumb things when they’re in love,” you simply explain. You raise an eyebrow as you watch a smile tug at Fives’ lips. You sigh, “Go ahead. I suppose I walked into that one”.

“Do me, I’m dumb,” Fives chuckles. Hearing your laughter mis with his rather than your sobs, Fives feels a weight come off his shoulders. When the small moment of reprieve comes to an end, he looks at you with a serious expression. “So space,” he brings it up again.

You nod. “Jared and his twin, Embrey, run a health clinic called The Loven Institute. It’s specifically intended to help troopers with physical therapy and mental health wellness. You could reach out to see if they have any available therapists. Start to process everything that’s weighing down on your mind”, you offer.

“What if,” Fives hesitates, “what if I don’t get to a point where it would be good for us to see each other again before I have to leave for deployment?”

“If you think I’m letting you leave me without a single goodbye or hug, you clearly don’t know me that well,” you say and squeeze his shoulder. “And we don’t have to wait for that abstract moment either. Give it a couple of sessions and then call me, yeah? You don’t have to go through this alone, Fives”. You pull away from him and stand to your feet.

Fives watches with wary eyes as you grab your comlink. He jumps slightly when he hears his go off in his pocket. His heart races as stands on wobbly legs and scratches the back of his neck. “I’m sorry, cy’are,” Fives apologizes.

You turn to face him with an understanding expression. “Thank you, Fives,” you respond. Fatigue weighs down on your bones as you lead the pair of you out of your bedroom and towards the entryway. Pausing by the door, you feel Fives’ presence behind you and feel the overwhelming mix of emotions around him. You turn around and open your arms.

Fives looks at you for a moment before a grateful smile breaks his hard expression. He steps into your arms, and he feels at home when they tightly arm around him. Pressing his face into the crook of your neck, Fives wraps his arms around your waist and takes a deep breath. “I’ll clear everything up with them,” Fives mumbles and motions to the door with his chin. “I don’t want you to feel like you’ve lost all of them as friends, because they absolutely adore you”.

You rub small circles between his shoulder blades and trail your other hand the length of his spine. You chuckle, “I somehow think everyone was on my side tonight. You’re probably going to have hell to deal with, and you should have some sense knocked into you a little”. Fives hums, and it tickles your skin.

With one more squeeze, Fives pulls away and cups your cheek. “You need to get some rest,” he says and looks over your tired appearance, “Let Rex or Kix know if there’s anything you need, alright?” He raises an eyebrow when you try to shake your head in protest. If he can’t take care of you, the least he can do is see to it someone you both trust will.

“Sounds good. Thank you,” you promise. You raise a hand to hold his wrist and give it a squeeze before stepping back. Pressing the control panel, you open the door. “I’ll talk to you soon,” you say as he walks by you.

“Talk to you soon,” Fives promises with a sad smile. He waits for the door to close and lock behind him, and he looks at you with such tender regard. Neither of you want to end the night like this, but some doors must close for others to open. Fives gives you a nod of encouragement, and when the door hisses shut and locks, his smile drops. 

Shoving his hands in his pockets, Fives walks down the hallway. His footsteps echo in the night’s quietness. His mind aches from his admittance, but it’s the pain that crushes his heart that makes the short walk difficult. When he rounds the corner to the elevators, Fives blinks in surprise. Absolutely certain that none of his brothers would want to speak to him again, he takes a deep breath as he looks Rex in the eye.

A pained expression falls across Rex’s face as he looks over his vod’ika. Tired, broken, and battered, Rex witnesses a version of Fives he’s never seen before. He presses the call button with a knuckle. “I wish I never asked that question,” Rex begins to apologize. His words come out slow and deliberate as he tries to decide the best way to help his little brother.

Fives shakes his head. When the elevator opens before them, he motions for Rex to go in first and follows. “A lot of good came out of it actually,” he reassures Rex. However, the words bring a wash of clam over him as well. It was going to be okay. Regardless of whether the two of you stay friends or step into a relationship after he starts to work through his emotions, it would be okay. “Do you know about The Loven Institute?” Fives asks while turning to look at Rex.

Rex’s eyebrows shoot up. “The Loven Institute? Sure, that’s where Wolffe went for physical therapy with his eye replacement. Almost every clone finds his way there at some point, but only with a referral,” he explains. When Fives turns away, Rex recognizes the faint disappointed look on his face. A quiet sound of realization falls from his lips when he connects the sudden interest. For the rest of the ride, Rex thinks about Fives’ request. It could be possible to start the referral process. He could create the report then have Coric sign off on it, and he could twist Cody’s arm to put a seal of approval on it. Not that it would take much convincing. Rex’s ori’vod had been messaging him to check in through the night and was concerned by how things turned out. It could work.

When the elevator dings at its stop, Rex motions for Fives to exit first before following behind. “I’ll see what I can do to put your name in,” Rex casually muses. “I’m sure that if you're struggling with emotions and experiences that should excite you, that you might be struggling with what you witness on the battlefield as well,” Rex thinks out loud. He looks at Fives out of the corner of his eyes, and his heart stops at the small nod Fives gives. Rex never thought that would be the case. He was just thinking of a way to push Fives’ name further along in the referral process. A wave of concern and determination overcomes Rex as the two men leave the apartment building. Courescent’s cool air wraps around them as they make their way back to base. Slinging an arm over Fives’ shoulders, Rex knocks into his side. “You’re not alone in this, Fives,” Rex firmly assures, “Anyone of us will listen to you and help you the best we can. We’ll figure something out”.

Fives nods and flashes Rex an appreciative look. His steps become lighter as they stumble through the streets of the city planet as he finds his way home in the early hours of the morning.

Your eyes flutter open after another restless night. Each time you tried to fall asleep, your mind raced with memories of last week’s get together. Morning rays of sunlight streams through your blinds as you wrap yourself in your comforter while you doze off into the land between consciousness and sleep. The sunlight kisses your skin as you stretch your achy muscles and shake off the sleepiness. 

A chime twinkles and pulls your attention from the blissful blanket haven. As your mind begins to wake up officially, the entryway chime rings again. With a hum of discontent, you push up and out of your bed to pad across your apartment. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you press the control panel. When the door opens to reveal no one in sight your gaze sharpens in alarm. Scanning the hallway, you take a step forward only to nudge a basket with your toe. You look down to find a large package filled with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, your comfort snacks, new books and movies, and much more. Taken aback at the surprise gesture, you peer into the hallway once more to see if anyone might have left it here or if any neighbors were around for you to ask. With no such luck, you carefully pick up the package and walk it into your apartment to place on your small dining table. 

You run your fingers over each of the thoughtful gifts, and your attention latches onto a card tucked into the side. Freeing it from its hiding spot, you open it.

Cy’are, I hope you’re taking care of yourself and have been getting some rest.  If you feel up to it, or would like some company, all the boys are eager to see you again. When I asked if someone could run this over to you, it was a madhouse with them trying to volunteer. Jesse won out by snagging it running before anyone could say anything. Everyone misses you and wants to make sure you’re doing alright.  My first session is today. As much as I’m nervous, I’m looking forward to it. Try to go outside today if you can. Courescent is supposed to be beautiful with sunshine and an afternoon light rain. Your favorite café has some new books in their selection that could be good to curl up and enjoy. Be safe, Fives

You smile and lightly run your finger over the corner of the card. Everything would be alright with time.

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All I Want for Christmas

Clone x Reader Life Day Exchange 2023

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Fives x fem!reader | 2.8k words

Content: fluff, Christmas themes, snuggling for warmth, confessions, friends to lovers

Prompts: "Keep doing that and you'll end up on the naughty list." & "All I want for Christmas is you."

It was a crisp and windy night, though you wouldn't feel the effects of the cold right away. Your eagerness for the evening's activities would fill you with enough warmth for a short while, as would the enjoyable company of your best friend, Fives.

You were surrounded by many friends and clones, a group of you who tried as often as possible to celebrate the year's holidays together. This year, not everyone would be on planet when Christmas Day came around, but you'd all managed to find a night earlier in the month to come together and exchange gifts, share good food, and, as you were about to do now, walk around the neighborhoods to admire the lights.

And while you loved all your friends dearly, it was Fives who you'd been most eager to see. You felt closest to him the most. You seemed to understand each other so well, falling into step right where you'd last left off, as if he hadn't been gone for the past several months. As if there hadn't been whispers that his unit had fallen under attack and may not be coming home this time, leaving you numb with worry. As if you hadn't realized you were in love with him when you heard he would come back after all, safe and sound.

"What the hell is that?" he laughed beside you as you passed by a house that seemed to be quite normal.

"What's what?" You gazed around but could only see the standard set up of dazzling lights and festive lawn ornaments.

Fives wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pointed to two reindeer decorations... that were stacked rather suggestively on top of one another. "That."

You could only momentarily process how close he was, how warm you felt being held like that, before you fell into sync with his laughter. It was a pretty funny thing to come across, especially as Fives began to muse whether the owners of the house set it up that way on purpose or if they were pranked. Either scenario was humorous. He then insisted on taking a photo of you with the indecent display in the background.

Though your laughter over the reindeer had warmed you up, the moment you two spent over it caused you to fall behind the rest of the group. You could no longer see them on the street, nor could you hear their lively sounds of chatter.

"They must have turned that corner up there," Fives said as you two started walking again. He was no longer holding you but was walking alongside you a little closer than before. Or, at least that's what it felt like. Maybe you were just imagining it.

There was a little bit of silence as you passed by the next brightly lit house and admired it. But Fives wasn't one to keep quiet for too long.

"So, what do you want for Christmas?" he asked.

You forced your gaze away from the pretty lights to look at him, noting a flush in his cheeks but deciding it must be the wind.

"What do you mean?"

He chuckled a little. "What do you mean? It's a simple question. What's on your wishlist this year?"

"I just thought... never mind," you shrugged, having thought he wanted to know what to get you, which of course was silly since your group was doing a white elephant exchange this year. "Um, I don't know. There really isn't anything I want, to be honest."

Fives knocked his shoulder into yours, accompanied by a dramatic gasp. "You don't want aaaa-nything? Impossible."

You just smiled and shook your head. "Yeah, not really."

"So you're good? You're perfectly content? Everything in your life is amazing and you're in need of nothing more?"

Of course the answer to his questions was a lot more complicated than the simple "Yep" you responded with. You were content in this moment, walking alongside your best friend, enjoying the festivities of the season in his company. But before this moment, you hadn't really been happy. You'd been worried sick by his absence, impatient to see him again, doubting that he'd be as thrilled to see you. You'd been nothing short of lovesick and you had no idea how to admit such a thing to him now.

"I don't buy it," he said, bumping playfully against you again. "There has to be something."

You finally came up to the corner you assumed your friends had turned down. You took it without thought, knowing it would loop back around to your friend's house. A house that was starting to sound really appealing given that a chill was settling back in.

"Clothes?" Fives asked.

"Huh?"

"Like a nice scarf or a dress or something?" Oh, you realized he was still trying to figure out your Christmas wish list. "Or fuzzy socks?"

"I have plenty of fuzzy socks," you said. And with that thought, you realized your toes were getting rather cold, despite being wrapped in thick socks and boots. That then led to you recognize just how cold you were all over: your nose, your hands, your knees....

"Okay, then how about jewelry? Girls always like jewelry, right?"

You rolled your eyes as you dug your hands deeper into your pockets, searching for warmth. "I don't really need any more jewelry."

You weren't paying much attention to the lights anymore, instead picking up the pace so you could get back to the warmth of your friend's house sooner. Fives didn't seem to care about the lights, either. He was still trying to figure out your supposed Christmas wishlist.

"What about a box of chocolates?"

"I buy enough chocolate as it is."

"A candle?"

"Pretty sure half of the white elephant gifts in there are candles."

"Hm... You like games right?"

"I have enough games."

"Nonsense, you can never have too many games."

"Well, when your friends aren't around to play them with you, you can."

Fives was silent. You looked over to find he was watching you with a sort of sadness in his eyes. No, not sadness... guilt.

"I'm sorry," he said after a beat. "I wish I was around more..."

"No, no," you were quick to jump in, not wanting him to feel that way at all. "It's fine. It is what it is. We all know that."

Fives nodded but didn't seem convinced. He looked away, stared straight ahead, as you passed by the last house and arrived at your friend's. The change of course up to the porch seemed to snap him out of his mindlessness and bring him back into better spirits.

"A puppy!" he declared as you approached the door. Both of you were stomping your shoes against the wood of the porch to dislodge any dirt you'd picked up along the way. "No one in the entire galaxy could say no to a puppy."

You huffed out a laugh of defeat. "Okay, sure, I'll take a puppy for Christmas."

He laughed with you as you opened the front door. You expected a wall of warmth to hit you, accompanied by smells of food and chatter of friends. Instead you were met with dim lights, silence, and a cold that almost rivaled the frigid air you'd just walked in from.

"What the..." Fives joined your confusion in the entry hall, and then snapped his fingers as he realized something. "Kix said he knew someone in this neighborhood. They all must have gone there. We beat them back."

You vaguely recalled passing by a house with loud voices from inside, surely including voices from your friends, but you were too busy trying to warm your hands now to dwell on it further. Fives placed a gentle hand on your back as he scooted past you and down the hall toward the thermostat. He messed with it a bit as you shuffled into the little den off the entry. You were reluctant to remove your coat and scarf when it was still so cold.

"Hm," Fives frowned, joining you a few moments later. He flicked on a lamp on the table beside you. "Heat's not coming on. Something's broken."

"Can you fix it?" You tried not to let your teeth chatter.

"Yeah..." he trailed off and you followed his gaze to the fireplace on the opposite end of the room. His lips quirked, a sign he was going to get up to something. "Or... we could have ourselves a cozy little fire instead!" 

He shuffled around the sofa and started investigating the decorations on top of the mantle.

"What?" you asked as you stepped around the sofa as well.

"Ah ha!" He opened up what had looked to be merely a decoration of an old fashioned truck, but apparently doubled as storage for some matches. In no time, Fives had started a humble fire amongst the wood in the fireplace and was stepping back toward you.

"Take your coat off, get cozy!" he laughed in delight, sitting down on the sofa and patting the cushion next to him.

You reluctantly shrugged off your coat. You could feel little puffs of warm air from the fire but the room overall was still too cold to be comfortable. You let out an involuntary shiver as you joined Fives on the sofa.

"Uh oh," he teased, scooting closer. "Need to cuddle for warmth?"

You knew his offer was in jest, but you couldn't resist the thought, especially when your cheeks were already heating at an alarming rate just by sitting this close. Fuck it, you decided, and promptly slid your arms around his middle and pulled him close.

"Well okay then," he laughed in amusement, wrapping his own arms around you in return. He wasn't angry, which you took as encouragement and buried your frozen nose into the crook of his neck. You felt one of his hands come up to rest on the back of your head, keeping you in place for a wonderful, peaceful moment.

You warmed up fairly quickly, though your fingers still felt numb. Without thinking, you shifted a bit and slid your hands underneath Fives' shirt, seeking the warmth of his skin. His muscles tensed in response.

"Whoa there," he chuckled lowly. "Keep doing that and you'll end up on the naughty list."

The heat from the blush on your cheeks immediately shot through the rest of your body. You were mortified. Fives was your friend, what were you doing?

You detached yourself quickly and mumbled an apology. He was still laughing a bit so you joined in nervously, but not daring to meet his eyes. Not when you were this flustered. He relaxed back onto the sofa and draped an arm along the backside, just beside your head.

"So, um, what do you want for Christmas?" you asked, trying to get past your awkwardness and back to the easygoing state of your friendship, despite the ache deep within your chest that yearned for something more.

"Me? Oh, nothing much."

Now you looked over at him, balking. "Fives!" 

"What?" he grinned.

You swatted at him. "You just gave me shit for not wanting anything!"

"I said I didn't want much, not that I didn't want anything at all."

You huffed. "Okay, then what is this 'nothing much' that you want?"

His smile didn't completely disappear, just settled into something a little softer, more pensive. He cocked his head a bit as he looked at you, considering what to say.

"Would you be mad if I said that all I want for Christmas is you?"

You blinked at first, unable to come up with an other reaction. How could you? How could you process such a confession? Was it even a confession? Or was he just being cheeky?

You forced yourself to clear your throat. "Mad? Confused is more like it."

"Confused?" He smirked for only a second before settling back into that strange and soft look. "What's so confusing?"

"Uh... I mean..." you stammered through an awkward laugh. "What does that even mean? You want me... to do something? To... to... see me? You're seeing me right now..."

Your skin was still alight with a fire that seemed to burn brighter than the one in the fireplace. You were so flustered, and Fives was getting a real kick out of it.

"Calm down, cyare," he laughed, scooting a little closer and taking your hands into his. "I want you, as in, I want to... you know.. be with you."

He was starting to get a little shy himself, though you weren't really paying attention. Your heart was threatening to beat its way out of your chest, so you instead focused on the feeling of Fives' hands wrapped around yours. So warm, so firm. They grounded you just enough for his words to sink in. He wanted to be with you.

Now you felt like you were floating. That nasty knot that had settled into the pit of your stomach, back when you'd thought he wasn't coming home, was finally coming undone. Freeing you from its weight. Letting you soar with hope for a different kind of future with your best friend.

When you finally brought your eyes back up to meet Fives', you could finally see the blush in his own cheeks, the way his eyes searched yours for validation. He'd made himself vulnerable in a way he'd only ever been a handful of times with you. Like when he'd confessed how frustrated he was about the war, how angry it made him sometimes to think about it, how he secretly held dreams of one day escaping and living a normal life somewhere. You thought back to those conversations now, viewing them in a different light. You'd always wondered what his idea of normal was, if it included anyone else... anyone like you. And now you were starting to get an idea that it did.

"I'm sorry if this is sudden," he said quickly and quietly, filling in the silence you didn't mean to leave. "It's just... you know this last mission was... well, it didn't go very well. And it made me reevaluate my life. What I really want. And honestly, I couldn't stop thinking about you."

He gave a bashful smile and you returned it, easing his nerves just a little.

"I was really worried about you," you confessed, giving his hands a reassuring squeeze. "I didn't just want you to come back, I wanted you to come back to me. And I'm so glad you want the same."

You both laughed once more, though more out of relief than nervousness, and ended by resting your foreheads against each other. Fives then let go of your hands so he could bring his arms back around you and pull you close again. You let yourself rest against him with a contented sigh... and then bolted right back up as a thought occurred to you.

"Wait, you said you want me for Christmas?"

"Yeah..." Fives' eyes were wide with alarm.

"Just for Christmas? And that's it?"

The tension immediately left his shoulders as he realized what you were doing. He gave you a look and you used all your willpower to hold back your amusement.

"So when Christmas is all over, you'll be done with me?" you pushed on with the bit. "You won't want me anymore?"

"Ugh, cyare, please," Fives rolled his eyes and tried wrapping his arms around you again.

"I just want to be clear about this." Your voice was breaking, as was his own act to be annoyed. The two of you could never hold it together for very long.

"Of course I'll want you after Christmas is over," he said through a chuckle. "I'll want you for Valentine's and for your birthday and all the solstices..."

"So you only want me on holidays?"

"You're killing me here, you know," he grumbled into your shoulder.

You would've continued with your teasing, but just then the front door opened behind you, letting in your missing friends. Even if you and Fives had tried to act innocent, you wouldn't have been quick enough. Whatever they'd been talking about on their way in immediately changed into a chorus of gasps and cheers.

"Well it's about time!"

"Oh my god!"

"Finally!"

"I knew it!"

You snuggled closer to Fives, in part to hide your embarrassment, but also to escape the wisp of cold air your friends had let in with them. Fives laughed along with the commotion while holding you, and it felt like the most natural thing, being in his arms like this.

"For the record," he later whispered into your ear, when things had died down with your friends enough, "I want you every day for the rest of my life. If you'll have me."

You smiled into his chest and held him closer.

"Of course. You're all I want, too."

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might i request: with either tech or echo, the choice is yours

jedi f!reader- she gets fatally injured on a mission in order to protect the rest of the bad batch and dies in his arms

after her death, she appears to him as a force ghost while he is grieving, provides comfort

thanks!!!

Angsty one with Echo coming right up! Can life throw anything else to this poor man? 🥹💔

At least he got some healing&comfort at the end. Hope you like it!

Xx,

Sky.

"THE GHOST OF YOU"

ECHO/GHOST!F READER 📩💔(💖)

WARNINGS: DEATH OF MAIN CHARACTER (AKA YOU) AND APPEARING AS A FORCE GHOST, SADNESS, CRYING, HEARTACHE, MENTIONS OF WAR AND BEING TIRED AS IN BEING TIRED OF FIGHTING&LIFE, DEEP CONVERSATION, COMFORT.

Echo stared at the dried blood staining his hand. He could feel his emotions swirling restlessly inside of him; threatening to spill and destroy everything in its way in just a matter of seconds or minutes. He was alone in the barracks of Clone Force 99; Hunter reporting their disastrous mission to the Jedi while the rest swallowed their pain down and tried to let it drain in the shower.

Echo had done his best not to crumble in battle either. When his general had been on his arms back on the Marauder on their way back to Kamino, though, he's voice had being pannicked and desperate; he literally begged you not to leave him, to "please, please, stay with me". You had answered with a pained tired smile and fluttering eyes; a broken whisper of a "I'll always be with you, my Echo" the last words that left your lips.

You hadn't. You hadn't stayed; you had died on that next moment, your eyes shutting closed and your body growing limp, and all Echo could do was hold what was left of you in his trembling arms, his heart shattering in a million pieces while he fought not to let an ugly loud sob out, needing to be in private before he allowed himself to break down.

Tears blurred his vision again, his own body slumping down on the floor this time; and the tide of his emotions finally ripped his soul, body shaking uncontrollably with his broken cries and sobs. He closed his eyes shut, bending down on himself until his forehead pressed against the cold floor; trying to hold himself together through the heartache and pain.

Tears wet his cheeks. Flashes of his moments with you runned through his mind. Some happy, some soft and vulnerable, some sad and angry. All of his lost oportunities were relived too; all of his regrets of not having persued anything further with you. All of his childish hopes, dreams and desires washed away by the emptiness of your abscence.

His cries turned to small quiet whimpers and sounds when he pressed his jaw shut. He was so tired. He was so tired of fighting one time after another, of loved ones being taken away from him, of him always pushing through under the worst conditions only to be forced to live through this constant heartache. He just...

"Don't wanna do this anymore" he whinned to himself, shaking against the floor, eyes still closed. "Please..."

He didn't know who he was begging to; but he did know for what. He wanted the pain to go away. Wanted his loved ones to come back. Wanted to...

"Echo" a soft, gentle voice whispered at his side.

Recognising said voice, Echo quickly rightened himself to a sitting position, prosthetic knees scrapping against the floor; eyes shooting upwards.

"C-cyare?" his voice could barely be heard in the quietness of the room.

His breath hitched when you nodded and sadly smiled. It was you; the shape of your body and features perfectly recognisable even in this blue, translucent, wavering tone. Echo quickly understood; you were a Force ghost. He had heard it before.

"Cyare..." he called you, voice trembling, before breaking down into another cry again.

Echo felt your presence by his shoulder; almost as if you were touching him, even if he knew that that couldn't be possible like this.

"I'm sorry, Echo" you whispered, softly. "But I'm glad you're all okay".

Echo wanted to snap at you. Wanted to shout that they hadn't needed your help, that the Batch could defend themselves; but the truth was that they would have died without your sacrifice, and it wasn't fair to put it on you. Echo always knew of your devotion to helping others; he knew you would do it all over again.

He took a deep breath in and tried to calm himself. He stared at your Force ghost.

"You know I loved you, right?" He told you, voice unwavering, feelings vulnerable and completely exposed to you.

The raw emotions in his eyes and face would have made your heart ache if you could still feel one. You slowly sat down in front of him.

"I know" you smiled, a tiny fond thing.

Echo felt relieved upon hearing the answer; and confused as well. You could almost hear his question. Then why didn't you do anything about it?

"I had made an oath to the Order" you gently, patiently explained. "No attachments. You always made my promise start to crumble. Now... I wish I had forgotten about it and used my time better".

Echo closed his eyes and saved those words in his soul.

He opened then again and looked at you. He looked like a lost child, your beautiful Echo.

"I don't know how to carry on" he whispered, broken.

You tried to send a wave of the Force to comfort him.

"You have good brothers that will help you to move on" you soothed him, gentle.

Echo sighed and glanced down at the floor.

"I'm tired of this war".

You couldn't tell him much else.

"I know".

Silence reigned for a few seconds before Echo looked back at you.

"Have you... Fives?" He temptitavely asked, hope in his resignment.

You smiled.

"There's a process to become a Force ghost" you explained. "It's easier for the Jedi to complete. But I've felt his esence. He's here. I'll try to help him reach that state".

Echo nodded, smiling sadly.

"Good. Good" he mumbled, exhausted.

Sleep was tugging at the corners of his mind; his emotions draining the last of his energy. He didn't think he'd have strength to even move to the hammock on the other side of the room.

"Will you stay a bit longer?" He asked, blinking slowly, body dropping to one side.

You nodded softly.

"I can't stay permanently, but I'll stay now. And I'll be here in the future if you need me as well. I'll always keep an eye on you, Echo".

You caressed his cheek even if you couldn't feel the warmth of his skin like that.

Echo sighed pleasantly. He did feel a tingling sensation on his cheek. He wasn't totally alone. Never would be.

"Thank you" he whispered, eyes finally closing, body growing lax against the floor.

You smile and keep on comforting him.

"Just find strength in your new family, love. Fives and I will wait for you. You'll help me keep his Force ghost from terrorising shinnies" you joke, quietly.

Echo hums; the thought pulling a soft smile on his lips before sleep finally takes him away.

You stay until you hear the Batch's tired steps making his way back to their barracks, and you know they'll take care of him.

THE END.

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[lorilane33]

Oh Fives, you smooth man🥰

Oneshot request. Fives with a female reader who's a wallflower that doesn't get noticed, and is kind of awkward and shy. Some dialogue prompts to go with it "Sarad, it means flower." and "You were the first person to notice me, really notice me." Can include some mild angst. SFW and no y/n please!

Let’s see what we can do nonny. Hope this was okay ♥️

After Hours

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Fives X F!Reader

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You would never believe that the only person to notice you, a shy and shielded worker, was an Arc Trooper who was as loud as anything but with a heart of liquid gold. Maybe he can make work-life just a little more bearable?

warnings: none. Fluff, mild angst. Reader is introverted and often feels isolated. Mentions of soup being a choking hazard. SFW and no mention of y/n. It’s a little rushed and not proofread towards the end.

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𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Being a part of the engineering squad for the GAR was always a dream of yours. Sure, it was not exactly highly paid nor was it extravagant in any way, (your family liked to remind you that you could be better off doing something else) but you take pride in your work.

After all, how often can you casually bring up in conversation that you just repaired a Republic Gunship in just a day?

So here you are at work again, a never ending cycle that despite the pride you have - it was hard. It wasn’t so hard in the fact that you didn’t know what you were doing because you did, but because you were too quiet for your own good.

It’s not like you could help it. As a young child you were always berated by your teachers for not talking in class yet always presenting excellent work. Yet there was that burden at work that you felt lonely. You would always drag yourself to sit alone at tables in the Mess Halls and instead of going out and schmoozing with your colleagues at the end of a long shift, you would retreat to your own barracks and settle yourself down for the night.

You were known and always given the gratification for your work from your leaders yet despite them knowing who you were, they did not know who you are.

Often when you worked you would be lost in your own thoughts. So when you were underneath an Eta-2 that belonged to the General of the 501st, you were none the wiser when you heard something being called out.

For a peculiar moment you thought nothing of it and that it was a Clone Commander calling out some kind of order you didn’t know. But as you feel something kick at your feet, you realise that it was your name being said. It felt very odd for someone, anyone to be saying it which was why you probably had such a delayed reaction.

You pull out from under the starfighter and flip your visor up to see a Clone peering over you, hands tucked behind their back. He wore the same colours as the 501st and judging by the kama and double pauldron you knew he was a Arc Trooper. “Uh, can I help you Trooper?”

You remain looking up at him and he suddenly stills as you speak. He came over to you for a reason and now suddenly everything he was going to say blew right into the air. He’s looking at you, eyes a little tense but there was something endearing to him about the splotches of oil on your face as you watch him with a curious gaze.

“No.”

Oh. You had thought that maybe he had to relay a message from General Skywalker about his ship but instead, this Clone, one you had not spoken to but at closer inspection had seen before was here for no reason.

You stay still on the Creeper, the board you used to easily navigate under ships or any other vehicle and awkwardly twist the screwdriver you had in your hand around. You were growing a little nervous and as you glanced just past his legs you saw two other clones standing by some crates, watching you both.

“Are you pranking me?”

Your words sounded a little sad and the Clone hated that. It sent a horrible panic through his body and he quickly shook his head and apologised. “N-no ma’am! I… I came over because I saw you on your own and was wondering if you wanted to come with me to the Mess Hall for something to eat?”

You blink up at him, dropping the screwdriver on your chest. Why was this happening? You two had never spoken and suddenly he wants to eat lunch with you? Unfortunately for you both, his niceness is not being taken into account and so you declined. You slipped the visor back down and slid back under the ship to continue the work.

He watches you practically slip away and he is half tempted to try and catch your attention but he knows better than to prod and poke.

You hear him retreat and you feel a heavy burden on your shoulders. Your mind is racing with what to do but when you had made your mind up to crawl back out and call out to him, he and his friends had disappeared.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

As the next few days dragged on, that wave of loneliness hit more than ever. You had not particularly noticed it before but ever since that Clone spoke to you, knew your name, and had even asked for your company it had been infesting in your mind like a bad smell.

Someone had actually made an effort with you and you threw it away. Quite rudely in fact. You didn’t give him a reason as to why you declined and you had that horrible feeling that a grudge was now being held on you.

For those few days, you had kept an eye out for the Arc Trooper. You wish you had learned of his name and even been brave enough to ask someone or anyone where he could be but instead you had to do the annoying task of just keeping an eye out. Supposedly you were grateful for the armour being more stand out as living on Kamino was quite difficult when it comes to hunting down Clones.

A klaxon blares out from within the landing docks which means that lunch will now be being served. You throw your oiled and singed rags away and make way quickly to one of the refreshers to wash your hands and face. You grimace at first at your disheveled state and begin to wash away the labours of that morning. You even went ahead and smoothed your hair out more than usual because you were hoping that you may see that Clone. But you had a feeling you had blown your chances of even having a friend… or someone.

Once in the Mess Hall you’re keeping an eye out but over the sea of white plastoid armour, you assumed that the 501st must have been deployed elsewhere. Your shoulders sag in disappointment and plop some greyish unappetising soup into a bowl for you.

You’re looking for somewhere to sit and you spot your fellow colleagues all sitting at a table together and there is plenty of room for you. You’re mind is screaming at you, begging that you walk over and ask to sit with them but your heart had a different idea as your legs carried you to a table on your own. The same sad table you sat at every day. Alone.

You curse at yourself for your shy and awkward self because you swore one of your colleagues had smiled at you, even shifting to the side as a prompt for you to sit by them. But, no.

Playing with your food was always a bad habit of yours and one your parents had told you off for. So with them in your mind, you take a spoonful of soup and place it in your mouth.

In the corner of your eye however, you see a blurred figure. As you turn your head, you eyes widen and ever so gracefully you begin to choke on your food.

The Clone from before stood before you, tray in hand whilst you began spluttering into a napkin.

“Kriff, you alright Sarad?” He comes over to you swiftly, placing a hand on your back and patting it. You’re nodding quickly, cheeks heating up in embarrassment as you try your damndest not to cough. It was almost the same when you’re in an exam hall with a dry and tickling throat and you’re doing your best not to cough too much to draw attention.

“Y-yes, sorry.” You stutter once your airway is clear, hand on your chest in slight relief that you almost died to some dull tasting soup.

You quickly stand and the Clone thinks you’re about to make a run for it but you turn to him, hands crossed stiffly across your chest before saying, “I’m sorry about the other day.”

He’s surprised and it’s shown on his face but then he shows you the most handsome smile you had ever seen on a human before. You try to ignore that feeling that just erupted in your heart and focus on what he was saying to you.

“I see no need for the apologies but I am feeling brave today and I wanted to ask if I could instead sit with you? Rather than you sit with me?” He’s charming in the way he talks and it makes you feel warm. This time, you weren’t going to ruin your chances so you nodded, smiling softly.

“I’d like that.”

Judging by the smile that widened even more, he was relieved you had said yes and took a seat across from you and didn't take any interest in the food on his tray.

You realise that you’re stumped for any conversation starters but you were smart enough to know that you should perhaps ask his name.

“So uh, what’s your name?”

“Fives.” He sticks his hand out to you and although he sees the slight reluctance on your features, your hand glosses over his glove and gives it a gentle shake.

“I’d tell you mine but it looks like you already know.” You say, taking a sip of your water as your swore you still had something lodged in your throat. Or maybe it’s because you were struggling to talk to Fives.

He smirks with a nod. “I do. I asked around.” He said it so casually that it didn’t somewhat appear at all creepy.

You grow warm. “Can I ask why?” You ask sheepishly and watch as he leans forward, arms resting on the table.

His gaze is trained on you and it’s almost as if he’s reading you like some ancient text. He had seen you around before and of course, he was attracted. But he often saw how lonely you had looked. Fives was curious, curious to know who you really are.

“I want to know if you’ll let me sit with you?Myself and my brothers have often seen you alone.” He sees you frown a little but he knew that he was only speaking the truth.

“Nice to see my loneliness is obvious.” You mutter but you weren’t bitter at him because it was true.

Fives gives you a reassuring smile and he’s half tempted to reach out and give your hand a comforting squeeze but he refrains for now. “Well, I’m hoping to change that! Tell me something about yourself, Sarad?”

Sarad. You swore he said that to you before but you weren't so sure but you definitely heard it this time. You knew that he knew it wasn’t your name so it was obviously some kind of nickname. You were about to question him about it until that deafening klaxon rang out again.

“Maybe another time?” You look up to him, seeing that he had small disappointment on his features that the conversation had to be cut short and it made you feel good. Like, really good. Someone disappointed to not speak to you?

You don’t realise you were staring until you felt something tapping at your foot. Your cheeks burn all the way up to the tips of your ear as you realise it was him gently prodding at your feet under the table like a pair of young teenagers. “Y-yeah, of course.”

Fives watches you leave, bidding you goodbye and once out of eyeline he silently fist bumps the air in celebration.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Since then, you have seen Fives more often than not. He always had something to say whether it be about the weather here on Kamino which is typically always the same or even about his knowledge on starfighters.

You always found yourself laughing at something he would say, blush when he would pay you such a casual compliment that he thinks wasn’t a big deal. Ever since, you have really come out of your shell. Conversations breezed easily with him but then realisation of possibly liking him scared you.

And he liked you too, a lot.

He was a Clone, a man made for a war you are currently fighting in. It couldn’t work and it pained you. Soon, he will have to go and you will never know when you will see him again. Over the last few days he’s been a safe space for you. Work has been tough? He would listen. You just wanted someone to sit with? He would be by your side. And now he could leave any second. You were scared to be by yourself again and before you could hurt yourself anymore, you had to make a drastic choice.

So, you did the foolish thing of distancing yourself again.

He noticed in an instant when you would make an excuse to go elsewhere and he would follow you like a lost loth-cat, asking what he did wrong. Of course you would say nothing and that you were just busy with work but he had his doubts.

He knows you’re working late tonight as you did every night but after the gruelling two days of missing you he had to get you alone again. So he waited and waited until he finally saw you packing up your things. It’s after hours and all Clones have a curfew but he did not give a single Kriff if he got into trouble. He could leave soon and he had to know if he pushed things too far or made you uncomfortable.

You dust your hands off your pants and wipe the sweat off your brow when you turn to see Fives.

Stilling, your eyes widen when you see him just in his Blacks. He’s toned, clearly, and absolutely beautiful in the dark moonlight of the hangar with the occasional flash of lighting piercing his silhouette. “Can we talk?”

He’s walking to you when he sees you chew on your lower lip, an anxious wave flowing through your blood. “You shouldn’t be here, you could get in trouble.” You try to speak as normally as you can but the waver in your tone blows your cover.

“Screw getting in trouble. I don’t care. I had to see you, sweetheart.” He ignores your way of trying to brush him away. As his body was getting closer and closer and with the nickname he gave you, you tried to hide your face by looking down and hoping your hair would cover how warm you suddenly got.

He stops in front of you, arms folded over his chest and it took all your willpower not to gaze at his arms. If it wasn’t his charm that had you hooked, lined and sinker then his physique was no better. “Are you ignoring me? Have I upset you?”

You take a moment to collect yourself and take a deep breath. Wearing your heart on your sleeve was something you never had to worry about until now. He came along and made you feel every emotion you had not felt in the year you had worked for the Republic. Now is the time to pluck up your courage and speak your mind freely. “No Fives, you haven’t upset me. Quite the opposite.”

His face twists in confusion but ushers you gently to continue.

With enough built up courage, you take a deep breath. “I really, really like you and it scares me.”

Fives eyes widened in pure joy for a mere second but then vanished soon after. “Scared? Why, Sarad?” He takes a step closer, his hands coming up and placing delicately on either side of your arms so your attention is trained on him.

“I’ve never,” you sigh glumly, feeling like a fool for what you’re about to admit, “I’ve never been this close to anyone who isn’t family. I know you’re a Clone and connections like this are not allowed which is why I had to distance myself. I could not cope with the idea of me liking you for it to just go nowhere, y’know?”

The Clone watches you intently as you talk, his fingers ever so gently caressing over your arms but you weren’t finished, “You were the first person to notice me, really notice me. And now you could leave in the next few hours and I could be none the wiser. I’m used to being on my own but since you’ve come into my life I’m so scared that this courage you’ve built in me like a building will just be knocked down.”

By now you’re crying and you don’t care. People didn’t understand what it’s like to hug walls and watch everyone talk with each other apart from you. It was hard for you to engage in conversations in fear of saying something awkward and embarrassing so you avoided it. You hated the feeling of going back to that. “I don’t want to be alone again.”

He’s closed you in against the ship you were working on, head tilted and eyes glazed with something you hadn’t seen before. “Oh princess, you don’t know how much I like you do you?”

You’re a little surprised by both the nickname and confession but mainly the confession. “You do?”

“Of course! I don’t start trying to make conversations with people I don’t like, do I? I wanted to learn so much from you and to just adore you and I have… I do.” He admits and he’s proud to admit it.

“I’ve seen your confidence grow and it’ll never leave you now. I’ve seen you even speak to your colleagues now! It’s little but it’s something.” He sighs in happiness, cupping your cheek with his right hand whilst the other settles down to your waist. “I don’t care what the Republic says about us. I want you, Sarad.” He whispered and his face is so close to yours you can feel him breathing. Warm and beautiful.

You gave in and had to ask, “What does Sarad even mean?” You say sniffling yet you were smiling.

“Sarad,” he says softly, “it means flower.”

Then he’s kissing you.

His lips are like silk and his hold on you is so gentle yet so firm that you could faint in his arms and he’d catch you in an instant. The moan that escapes you is surprising yet also welcomed as you find yourself kissing him back, fingers twirling the hairs at the back of his head.

There was something so alluring about kissing the Arc Trooper in the currently abandoned Hangar, after hours in the full moon light. Rain was pittering and pattering against the ground that drowned out the breathless sighs that echoed around you both.

When he pulls back, you’re both grinning as he takes your face into his grasp and places a kiss to the tip of your nose, “Sarad, my little wallflower.”

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

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[here-comes-the-moose]

Echo during his time with the 501st: doing body shots, dancing on tables, blowing things up in the barracks with Fives, creating chaos with Fives, doing keg stands, complaining about them leaving the club “too early” even though it’s four in the morning, being the reason that new rules were added to the reg manuals, generally being an absolute terror

Echo during most of his time with the Bad Batch: tucking kids in, telling bedtime stories, always carrying healthy snacks, in bed by nine, putting people in time-out, telling “kids” to behave, tending to sick “kids”, being the only one to put their foot down and shut down any shenanigans, generally being a mom and an absolute angel (of course this is when he isn’t being the absolute badass that he is and always had been since let’s not forget that he’s an ARC Trooper)