#arc trooper fives x gender neutral reader

[ghostofskywalker]

Patched Up

Fives/Reader

Fictober 2024 Day 13 of 31

Words: 1,100

Summary: You would think that ARC troopers would know when their injuries needed to be treated, but apparently your boyfriend decided that the rules didn't apply to him this time around.

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You tried to keep your steps light as you stalked through the halls of the Resolute, one destination in mind. The recent battle had been dangerous, and there were quite a few of your friends laying on cots in the medbay, their wounds bandaged and bacta’d as they slept. There had even been a few close calls for you as an emergency medic, but thankfully your injuries were nothing more than a few scrapes here and there. 

However, you knew of another trooper, one who had not been as lucky as you were this time around, and he had been notably absent from the medical bay. Despite catching a glimpse of him earlier, the moment you, Kix, the other medics, and the various medical droids began to treat the various battle wounds, he was gone. Fives may have thought he could hide away in the shadows and tend to his own wounds, but you were not going to let that happen. 

One of the best things about being a high-ranking medic meant that your badge granted you access to any area of the ship you wanted, and that included the barracks. Too many times had clones tried to hide their injuries and avoid getting (sometimes live-saving) medical treatment, so you had that access to every set of bunks in case of emergency. Today would be the first time you needed to enter Torrent’s main bunk room, and you had a sneaking suspicion about where you would be able to find who you were looking for. 

Jesse was sitting at a table in the corner of the main room, and he looked up from his datapad in shock when you walked in. He opened his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it. “Where is he?” 

You expected some resistance, or maybe even some feigned confusion, as he covered for his squadmate and fellow ARC trooper. Thankfully though, he surprised you by saying nothing in response, pointing towards one of the doors in the back of the room, where where presumably their bunks were arranged. 

You stopped by Jesse before continuing across the room, keeping your voice low so that you weren’t overheard. “How bad is it?” you asked, voice lower than you had spoken with before. 

“Not great, but you know how he is,” he responded. “Hopefully he listens to you more than he does to the rest of us.” 

The door to the barracks hissed open. You could see that only one of the six bunks was occupied, and like you suspected, Fives was curled up on his bunk. “I told you Jesse, I’m fine,” his voice echoed through the space, clearly having not looked up yet. 

“I’m not Jesse, but I’ll give you another guess.” 

A smile crossed your face as you could hear him sigh. “Cyare, what are you doing here?” 

“I have access to every single barrack on this flagship, specifically for this reason,” you said, walking over to get a good look at him as he tried to turn away.

He sighed. “That’s supposed to be for emergencies only.” 

As you sized up his injuries, which included a busted lip, an arm wound that was already bleeding through its bandage, and a black eye, you snorted. “I hate to break it to you babe, but this qualifies. Why aren’t you in the medbay?” 

Despite the fact that the romantic aspects of your relationship with him were still in their infancy, you had known him long enough (and spent enough time alone with him) to know when he was trying to sell you a speeder full of banthashit. And no matter how many cute pet names he called you, or how dreamy he tried to make his eyes look, you weren’t going to let the subject drop. 

“I already went to the medbay,” he said. 

“Really? Because I haven’t seen you, and I’ve been there the whole time since everyone re-boarded.” 

A silence fell across the room as Fives realized his fate. “You all have enough to worry about,” he said softly. “I can take care of myself.” 

“But you don’t have to,” you responded, reaching out to take his hand and help him sit up. He didn’t try and resist, and you hoped that this meant he would allow you to treat him. “At least let me change your bandages and put some bacta gel on your lip. I don’t like to see the people I love hurt like this.” 

Fives nodded, extending his injured arm slightly. As you began to unravel the hastily applied bandages, he spoke. “You love me?” 

I have since the moment we met, your brain said, but you kept those thoughts in. “Yes,” was the simple answer you offered instead. “And I understand if you think things have been moving too fast between us-” 

But you didn’t even get to finish that sentence before he squeezed your hand to cut you off. “I love you too, so much.” A smile broke across your face. “And trust me, if I didn’t have all these injuries right now I’d be kissing you already.” 

“We can get to all that when you’re healed,” you said, slowly wrapping new bandages around the wound on his arm, which looked to be from a blaster. “Just focus on getting better.” 

A pout crossed his face, and you leaned in to place a soft kiss on his cheek, laughing at the way he tried to chase your lips with his own. An idea took hold in your brain, and after you had finished securing the bandages on his arm, you manage to place a small amount of bacta gel on your fingertip without him noticing. Leaning in once more, you smiled as Fives took the bait. Once his lips were puckered, you gently coated them with the bacta gel, and you laughed at the look of reproach he shot you when he realized you weren’t actually going to kiss him. 

 “At least stay with me then,” he said. “You know, just in case my bandages need to be changed again.” 

 “Fives-” 

“Please?” You rolled your eyes playfully as you climbed into the bunk with him, thankful that the GAR-issued cots were actually quite roomy. You couldn’t really resist that request, and he damn well knew that.

Right as you had cuddled up together, there was a knock at the door. “You two better not be doing anything in there!” 

“Shut up Jesse!” You called back, and you could hear his laughter through the wall. 

Things would be okay, especially if you had Fives by your side.

- the end -

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SW nsfw headcannon: Fives and Echo would absolutely wreck your shit together

Echo and Fives are like the Yin and Yang of the bedroom.

Echo is soft, caring, tender, loving. He will ensure that you're getting as much pleasure as possible, even when you're doing the act of giving. And no giving act goes unnoticed - go down on him, and he'll go down on you for twice as long.

Fives is passionate, eager, bold, forward. As giving as Echo is, Fives will make you work for your meal, whether that's being dicked down, or just receiving kisses. He's not cruel, though, as you'll be rolling your eyes back from his words alone.

Echo will be taking his sweet time going down on you, all whilst Fives is nibbling hickey after hickey across your body.

Yin and Yang, I'm tellin' ya!

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Time After Time

Pairing: ARC Trooper Fives x GN!Reader

Summary: You're having a bad day and Fives is there to comfort you with cuddles, and words of encouragement on how it's okay to cry and have bad days, even if you don't necessarily understand why you might be feeling bad in the first place.

Warnings: Established relationship, L Bombs, Hurt/Comfort, Reader is implied to be depressed but it isn't explicitly stated in the fic, no use of pronouns or Y/N

Word Count: 1,540

A/N: Oooo wee, has it been a REALLY long time since I've posted a fic...like, literally the last time was all the way back in November. Yiiikes. I'll be honest with y'all, this fic is very much a love letter to how it's okay to cry, and it's okay to not always understand your emotions 100% of the time, and Fives is here to help y'all understand that. Love you guys, keep staying cool ❤

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[seriowan]

between us (fives x gn!reader)

summary: the one where fives and his cyare change their rhythm from rough to sweet and soft ♡

pairing: fives x gn!reader (no mention of pronouns)

warnings: (18+) hurt/comfort smut; use of safe word "red"

word count: 1.2k

a/n: remember folks, communication is key! INSPIRED BY THE LOVELY @captaingregorswife

radio: between us, alina baraz

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He drops his things in the doorway the moment he sees you sprawled on the bed like a homecoming gift. Fives’ mouth falls open before clamping shut, eyes darting up and down as he drinks in your figure — the nakedness of your body; the seduction in your eyes; that teasing little smile… 

   It pulls him in like a siren’s song. He’s dazed, dropping piece by piece of armor until he’s struggling to kick his boots off. His eyes never leave yours as you curl a finger, giggling when he shucks the black fabric of his body glove over his head. When it comes to his pants, you stop him with an arched brow, crawling to the edge of the bed to look up at his smirk. 

   “Hey, baby,” you purr, fingertips sliding past the waistband of his pants to slowly nudge them down. “Welcome home.” 

   He doesn’t speak at first. It’s nothing but a deep, satisfied hum from his chest, tongue flicking to wet his lips as he watches you pull the fabric over the plushness of his thighs and down his legs. He steps out of them and in an instant, pushes his fingers against your shoulder. You’re guided against the mattress, the bed dipping as he climbs over you. 

   “This is a nice surprise,” he murmurs quietly, dipping his head in the crook of your neck to breathe deeply. His nose caresses up your neck, down the shape of your jaw. His eyes are shut but they open the moment he pulls away to look at you, huffing a breath of disbelief. “You gonna make me wait any longer?” 

   “I wouldn’t dare.” 

   You open your legs, accepting the weight of his hips against yours with a groan. Fives’ hands are roaming, searching in between your hips until he finds what he seeks — the length of his stiffness, already swollen and waiting to be touched. He’s impatient, rushed hands gripping your hips to pull you farther down the mattress. 

   You’re holding his gaze when he slips it in, eyes widening at the fullness, the stretch. It drives a groan out of your lips and his, muffled by the kiss he claims. He gives it a moment, a brief second of adjustment, before he begins to buck his hips. Your legs wrap around his waist, ankles locking against the tense muscles of his ass. 

   The bed creaks with each thrust. He’s love but he’s dominating, pushing and pulling with the intent to tear and rebuild. To break down and reform. Drunk gasps break between your mouths as they dance, tongues curling and spit dripping. It trickles down your chin as wild and untamed as his thrusts, which only pick up the pace when the faintest whimper of, “Fives,” manages to slip through your lips. 

   Shocks surge through your legs. Shaking fits cause you to tremble, his fingertips kneading into the skin of your hips as he thrust and grunts and tears his way through every wall that once held him back from touching you. 

   It’s a sudden shove that causes your eyes to water. Rather than pleasure, it brings the faintest wave of pain that makes you grimace. Fives doesn’t notice as he looks down, watching himself slip inside of you over and over with nothing but impatience and carnal intent. 

   Your hands slide up and over his shoulders, tears slipping out of the corner of your eyes as the pain bubbles. For a moment, all you can do is gasp until you can’t do anything but rasp, “F-Fives. R-red.”

   He pauses immediately, eyes wide as he looks at your face. When he notices the tears, he pulls himself out of you, one hand pressed against the mattress while the other cups the side of your face, tilting your chin upwards. You sniffle, reaching up to wipe the tears that slip when he shakes his head, doing it himself with the pad of his thumb. 

   “Mesh’la,” he breathes, pinching his brows together in an expression of guilt. “Was I too rough? Do you want to stop?” 

   “N-No,” you whimper, shaking your head. Cupping both sides of his face, you pull him down to press your foreheads together, your voice soft. “I just got you back… I don’t want to stop. Just… just go a bit softer, okay?” 

   “You sure?” He asks, bringing your hand up to kiss your palm. “I don’t want to hurt you anymore.” 

   “You could never,” you assure, gently dragging your leg along his. “Take your time, love. I’m not going anywhere.” 

   He pulls away to look at you. It isn’t just a glance or a brief graze of his eyes. It’s a long, long stare. The kind of look that brings everything to his eyes — his appreciation and his love. He nods and with a gentle touch, repositions his cock between your legs. With a gentle, easing thrust, he slides into you and it’s unlike anything you experienced before. The fullness comes gradually and his soft touch is like silk. Your body accepts him with ease as he fists the mattress on both sides of your head. 

   Before he can begin moving, he lowers his head and presses his lips against your ear. 

   “You’re my good little cyare, aren’t you?” 

   His thrust is slow — an aching, teasing grind in you, then out. 

   “Say it.” 

   You hardly find the strength to speak, uttering the smallest whisper of, “P-Please-” 

   His chuckle is low, vibrating through his chest and into yours. It sends goosebumps up your legs and down your spine, sweat dripping down your neck.

   Again, he moves. Slow and gentle. In, pressing his hips to yours, then out, all the way to his tip. 

   “Say it,” he demands, soft yet sturdy. 

   “I’ll b-be your good little cyare…” Your voice is a whimper that makes him smirk against your neck. He presses kiss after kiss, teasing the softest bite against your jugular to make you groan. 

   “Fucking perfect,” he grunts, driving his hips in and out, over and over again with the softness you ached for. The love you yearned for in his absence. 

   He’s fucking you with the gentleness of a praising lover, his hands clenching the sheets with white knuckles while his body writhes. Every muscle contracts and flexes, the plain of his back rippling like a river. He keeps his nose against your neck, sucking and licking and biting with restraint. Each smooth buck of his hips is met with a kiss to your jaw… your cheek… the faintest path left behind by the tears in the corner of your eyes. 

   When his lips meet your forehead, he goes still and you feel him tense within the comfort of your heat. His hips press to your waist, tight and needy yet safe. His breath is a shudder, shaky and blissed as he dips his head to catch your lips in a kiss — one that ends with a bite to your bottom lip. 

   “Say it again.” 

   A soft, gentle demand whispered against your mouth. 

   You look into his eyes and smile. 

   “I’ll always be your good little cyare,” you murmur, caressing his jaw with the pad of your fingertip. “And you’ll always be mine.” 

   He hums. “Yeah?” 

   You nod and he chuckles, shaking his head. 

   “Then let me show you how good your little cyare can be…”

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"Creative" Miniseries

Warnings and Information: Because some of these get suggestive, we're gonna say Minors DNI.

I went down a list of creative hobbies at random, so some of these may not necessarily "fit" our 501st boys in blue. This is more a creative writing exercise than a serious list of headcanons.

If I miss someone from a certain unit, or you want to see so-and-so with a different creative hobby than the one I went with at random, let me know and I can do another part just for them. It doesn't have to be in the form of a request, but you're welcome to make one (it'll be easier to keep track of that way/guarantee I'll see it)!

Word count: 1,507

Captain Rex 

If his cyare was a photographer, he keeps their photos on the inside of his chestplate, anywhere really, but the most important one is over his heart. They don't stay very nice for long due to friction, but that's okay. He keeps extra copies and dutifully replaces them when he gets a spare moment. He started doing this after Umbara. The photo he always, always keeps over his heart is of him taking care of his brothers. He doesn't know why you snapped that photo of him stepping off the gunship, one arm tucked around an injured, unpainted Shiny and the other free hand patting someone on the back. But there's something about the way he looked to you behind the camera that made you take the picture. It's the picture that came after it, though… A delicious and sultry little snapshot of you posing suggestively with his helmet. That one, he keeps very, very well hidden. 

Tup

If his cyare was a jeweler/beader, he proudly boasts all the experimental jewelry. On more than one occasion he wishes he had his ears pierced, but he knows it'll just end badly if he ever has to take his helmet off quickly for any reason. You made a hair-tie for him once as a sort of compromise. It was made of a dark leather cord and the odd tear-drop shaped bead kicking around in your box of materials that hung so beautifully, delicately, from the cord; nestled between two spherical beads on either side. It was more of a sea glass blue than the proud navy of the 501st, but it looked nice against his hair all the same. He used to wear it around his wrist when he slept. He's not sure when he lost it. But it was his favorite thing you'd made for him. So when you make him a replacement, something similar that he can keep around his neck this time, he makes a great effort not to lose this one. 

Jesse

If his cyare had the patience for a needle and thread, he finds secret details added to his blacks and his other fabric wear in embroidery floss. Miniaturized star charts. An animal or a flower he told you about from his last campaign. Short jokes when you had the time to meticulously plot out each letter to make them all legible. Strings of coordinates. Kamino. Your home planet. Where you first met. Where you had your first… ahem, "flight" together (or nearly did). The next place you wanted to go on a date. Jesse ends up getting a lot of cogs stitched into his belongings, usually with a note that reads "If you can find all the icons of the Republic I've hidden, we get to do whatever you want the next time you have shore leave. There are 16 cogs. You have 12 standard hours to find them all. Good luck, ARC trooper~" and Jesse always finds them all. 

Dogma

He counts himself lucky his cyare delights in drawing him so much. Portrait studies in all sorts of mediums. "I have something new I want to try! Will you model for me, please?" Watercolor. Oil pastel. Gouache. Pencil. Charcoals. Colored pencils. Ink. Heck, even crayon. You take such care to capture every little detail of his face, his tattoo. It was dependent on the medium, but sometimes the details of his tattoo were so crisp, it was like looking himself in the mirror. You've drawn him up in his armor a few times, but you find the impersonal plastoid so… "blasé" (which had been an odd choice to express your disinterest). You'd much rather be drawing him. His face. Just all of him posed in anything and everything he wore (or didn't) while looking so disciplined and compliant for you. You've even hinted you'd love to do some… anatomical study sessions with him, whenever he thinks he's comfortable with the idea. 

Fives

He counts himself very lucky he didn't get himself thrown out of his cyare's pottery studio the first time he wandered in and found them in the middle of throwing at the wheel. Building a vase to replace yet another decoration that had been ruined in a bout of roughhousing by pulling up and pushing in the lump of clay in your hands. "Hah. You sure know how to work your hands and fingers. Bet you have really-" and he'd been hasty to shut his mouth with the gentle ticking of one of your brows in a go on, I dare you sort of fashion. All his worries were disarmed with a simple laugh when you said he was welcome to watch you work, but you'd prefer to have a little warning next time before he came barging in. The clay moved so fluidly, so effortlessly in your hands as you built beautifully balanced vases and designed intricate pitchers and teapots for the Jedi Temple, Fives suspected you could throw in your sleep. And, oh yes, you certainly had expert control of your fingers whenever you promised him a more "private demonstration". 

Echo

He thinks his cyare has the voice of an angel. They sing. They can croon, or warble, and they can get somber and bluesy. It's all beautiful to Echo. Suddenly that song he was sick to death of on the radio goes from barely tolerable to beautiful, and almost hauntingly so. His cyare could take an upbeat ditty popular on the dancefloor of 79's and turn it into something romantic and heartfelt by slowing down the tempo, and drawing out the words just the right amount. And you could do the opposite, too. He's almost positive you could take a funeral dirge meant to be sung quickly under one's breath while they hastily buried the dead in their armor could become so soulful and twice as meaningful. Your voice is like magic to Echo, and it soothes him to hear you sing as you wander about the house.

Hardcase

He's always had a bit of a hard time sleeping thanks to the leak in his growth jar that made him hyperactive. His brothers have made more threats to tape or tie him down into his bunk than he can count. So his cyare, clever thing that they are, comes up with something so simple, Kix is kicking himself for all these sleep inducers he could have saved himself had Hardcase started using this sooner. He loves the dirty jokes he can make about his cyare's hobby as a crocheter. "They're a hooker in their spare time! And they've got a whole room full of WIPs and chains, too! I get to help if I promise to behave." It's right about the point that he brings up all the various types of yarns and threads and everything in every color under the sun that they've collected from all over the galaxy that people realize Hardcase is talking about how many blankets, dish cloths and table runners (whatever the kriff those are) his darling's made. "Why the kriff did you have to make it all sound so kinky, Hardcase? You're telling me they just made you a blanket?" It's not just a blanket to Hardcase. It's far more comfortable than those scratchy GAR sheets. It's soft, and it's warm, and because this was something that cannot be made by machine ("Those articles on the Holonet are full of it! Crochet CAN NOT be replicated by machine!") and instead, with an amount of patience that would make his head spin, just for him, Hardcase finds himself falling asleep and staying asleep much easier than before. 

Kix

He's almost glad that he complained about a lackluster medical infographic he'd been asked to distribute to his brothers in front of his cyare. "That's… that's the worst visual artwork they could have possibly chosen on how to perform the Heimlich Maneuver." You had taken one peek over his shoulder as you removed the shoulder bell that bears the shattered red cross on it and agreed. "That's absolutely awful. And their layout is atrocious; who the kriff designed this? Not someone in the GAR, I hope. I can do better than that." You fired up your graphic design software and spent the next several hours tweaking with the design of a new handout. No silly novelty fonts that made it hard to distinguish an "N" from an "M". Concise bullet points of medical information that was easy to understand. You consulted him to make sure it was up to snuff after several hours, and Kix could have collapsed in his euphoria when you asked him what he thought of an additional handout you'd thought of and had started working on. You remembered his complaint about this new medical drama going around the galaxy and how it was full of false information that a lot of his brothers had taken to heart. "Cyare, you're a lifesaver!" It makes you laugh between his kisses when you remind him that you're only a graphic designer, and he's the medic. 

[Masterlist] [Bad Batch + Wolfpack Edition] [212th Edition]

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Misc. Clones x Twi'lek!Reader

I’ve had this idea in my head for a while, so….enjoy?

Cw: Twi’lek stereotyping, Speciesism, reader is a twi’lek, gender neutral pronouns, reader is falsely accused in the last set

Minors DNI (even though theres no smut)

501st Legion:

“Hey tail-head! Why not come here and give me a dance?” 

You paused in what you were doing, turning to stare at the one who said such a thing. 

He was wearing white armor, and clearly a shiny. 

Rex

Ex-fucking-cuse me? 

Rex is going to step between you and the shiny, helmet off and clearly pissed.

“Care to repeat that, trooper?”

His glare is steady. He’s not going to raise his voice or shout but by GOD if looks could kill. 

The shiny is going to start tripping over his words to apologize but Rex isn’t having any of it 

“You see that gunship over there? You’re scrubbing the entirety of it with your toothbrush. Now get moving.”

He isn’t having ANY of that shit in his legion. 

Speciesism? Not in his fucking house. 

After the shiny is hauling ass, he’s going to check on you. 

“I’m sorry, cyare. I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen again.” 

Rex isn’t a fool. He’s traveled all around the galaxy. He's worked with General Secura. He’s well aware of the stereotypes surrounding your people. 

He won’t tell you, but whenever someone says any sort of twi-lek slur within earshot, he’s making them run laps around the Resolute. 

Fives

He’s going to be speechless for a solid second. 

Someone??? Just said that??? To his mesh’la?

Oh fuck no.

Fives is going to get in the shiny’s face and just growl, “You have some balls, rookie.” 

This is an ARC trooper who is not above breaking some rules. 

One of those rules is putting a shiny in their place

Fives is going to push them back hard enough to make them stumble, “Say it again and I'll throw you out of an airlock.”

Once the shiny had gotten the message and rushed away, Fives will drape an arm around you

He’ll peck your cheek, “They shouldn’t bother you again, mesh’la.”

Fives finds you to be incredible, but he knows that there will be individuals who have opinions on you just because of the stereotypes surrounding twi-leks. 

He’ll definitely get in the face of anyone who gives you a hard time.

After sometime, it becomes pretty well known that Fives’ S/O isn’t to be messed with.

Kix

The medic is less confrontational.

He also knows you can handle yourself, but he’ll cast a glance your way to see if your alright

If you're ignoring the shiny and moving on, he will too.

But if you look uncomfortable/upset that’s when he’ll say something

“Just ignore them,” He tries his best with comfort, but he knows you shouldn’t HAVE to ignore such words.

If the shiny says something else to you, that's when he’ll confront them.

“If you don’t walk away, I just might forget to give you painkillers when you get shot in the next battle.”

That tends to shut the shinies up. Afterall, pissing off the medic is a bad idea

Once you're alone, Kix will put a comforting hand on your shoulder. 

While he hates the twi’lek stereotype, he knows he can���t really say anything to make it go away. This is most likely a constant background noise in your life, and that won’t magically disappear in a day.

Though, he will go to Rex and tell him what happened. Kix can’t change the whole galaxy but he can at least make the 501st more welcoming

Jesse

He thinks it's a joke at first, maybe some playful ribbing. 

Afterall, he does the same with his own brothers. 

But one look at your face and he’s snapped into gear.

“Good one, brother!” The ARC trooper will put his arm over the shiny’s shoulder, “I got a  better one.”

Jesse will lean in close, “If you say something like that again, I’ll personally make you swallow your own teeth, got it?”

He says this with a smile. 

At first the shiny thinks HE’S joking, but then Jesse’s grip gets tighter, and his smile is gone.

“I mean it.”

Once the shiny is gone, he’s going to kiss you.

He’s another one who will go to Rex. This isn’t something your lover wants you to deal with, especially from his own brothers. 

He expects better from them. Even if they're a shiny

If it happens again, that's when Jesse makes good on his threats.

He’s an ARC trooper. He didn’t get the rank by looking pretty.

He also gets a reputation of being protective, so the next batch of shinies that join the 501st already know to be respectful.

Clone Force 99

“Hey, tail-head, why don’t you and I go somewhere and you can show me some of those twi’lek dances up close?”

You sighed, looking back to see a bounty hunter of some sort with a disgusting grin on their face. 

Omega was next to you, brow furrowed, “Tail-head? Why’d they call you that?”

Hunter

“Oh shut it.” is his first response.

If the bounty hunter opens their mouth again, Hunter's second response is to throw a punch.

This is the man that brought his fists to a food fight. His first reaction will be to silence the bounty hunter, his second is to shut their mouth in a physical way. 

Yea, he’s not above assault. 

Once the stranger is on the ground, that’s when Hunter speaks again

“Think twice before you say something stupid next time.” 

He’s going to give you a concerned look and put a hand on your shoulder

“You ok, Cyare?” 

He’s also aware of the stereotype surrounding twi-leks, and he won’t let anyone give you a hard time. 

He kneels next to Omega and essentially teaches her what stereotypes are

He emphasizes that they’re wrong, and she shouldn’t ever assume things based on stereotypes

Anyone who says ‘tail-head’ in his vicinity they’re losing teeth.

He’s aware violence isn’t going to change opinions, but he isn’t going to stand for anyone throwing slurs at you

Hunter cares for you so much, he just wants you to feel comfortable and safe.

Wrecker

He doesn’t think those vile words are being thrown at you at first. He’ll look to you for confirmation.

When it finally clicks, he stands between you and the stranger. He doesn’t even need to say anything, just glares down at them.

After the bounty hunter gets the hint, Wrecker will turn to you and Omega.

“You can’t say that again, ok ‘mega? That’s a bad insult to twi’leks.”

He doesn’t freak out or draw attention to what Omega parrotted. He’s well aware she’s a kid and doesn't entirely know better.

Wrecker may be a bit dense at times, but he’s not stupid.

He knows exactly what the stranger was getting at saying such things to you.

“Good thing they’re gone, right mesh’la?” He’ll ask, holding your face.

He puts an arm around you and the three of you head back to the ship.

He likes to act as your protector. He knows you can handle yourself, but he just likes to feel like he's protecting you. Afterall you’re precious to him.

His heart breaks if you tell him this has happened before.

He is UNHAPPY that this is something you deal with.

He knows the twi’lek stereotype exists, it’s just…different when it's you.

Honesty, he’ll take this to heart and step-in if he sees something like this happen to another twi’lek.

He’s not going to be a bystander anymore. And Omega definitely learns from his example.

Tech

“Well, that is entirely unnecessary.” 

He won’t pick a fight. He thinks it’s best to ignore instigators. 

He also knows that arguing or snapping at the bounty hunter may make things worse

He’ll grab your hand and lead you and Omega away

If the stranger follows, he’ll turn a corner, put you and omega behind him and set his blaster on stun

Once the bounty hunter turns the corner, Tech will shoot them.

“There.” He says, putting his blaster away, “Shouldn’t bother us anymore.”

Once you three are back at the ship, he’ll kiss your forehead before speaking to Omega

“Tail-head is a slur to twi’lek individuals. It’s supposed to insult someone's lekku. You must never say it again.”

Tech is very much aware of both the stereotypes and their origin.

If someone gives you a hard time or throws more insults at you, he’s not going to stand for it.

He has very little patience for ignorance.

Echo

Barely stops himself from throwing hands instantly.

“You want to say that again?” He’s going to get in the bounty hunter's face very quickly, “Say it again. I dare you.”

Echo is a damn ARC trooper. He can make the stranger eat their words.

But, he’ll hold back, for your sake. 

If the bounty hunter doesn’t back down, he casts a glance at you.

Give the greenlight? It's a fight.

You want to move on and forget this happened? He backs down.

He’ll return to your side and just start grumbling, “Ignorant asshole…if they open their mouth again, I swear…”

 He gets really upset about this. And he knows it wasn’t the first time nor will it be the last time this happens to you. 

When you're not within earshot, he’ll explain to Omega why ‘tail-head’ is not something to be repeated. 

Echo is patient with her. She’s just a child.

But like Tech, he had no patience for ignorance from anyone else.

Will snap at anyone who says ‘tail-head’ or other twi’lek insults within earshot.

Crosshair

While everyone has some form of restraint, Crosshair does not.

It’s an immediate brawl.

His patience is a negative 2 when it comes to this type of stuff.

The bounty hunter hadn’t even blinked before Crosshair knocked them down.

He’s pretty silent, returning to your side and putting an arm around you.

He’ll look at Omega and just say a simple, “Don’t say that again.”

Pretty blunt to be honest.

Crosshair is protective. More so than even Wrecker.

His mind is already running, analyzing your surroundings and seeing who else may make snide remarks.

Afterall, if one person was able to say something like that, how many more are there?

He’ll ask how often this happens.

Depending on your answer he’s either slightly annoyed or pissed.

No one should be giving you a hard time simply because you're twi’lek.

Once back at the ship, he’s going to keep a hand or arm on you in any way possible.

He loves you, and he doesn’t want you to ever feel ashamed or bad for being twi’lek.

212th Battalion:

“Hey, I didn’t know the 212th got its own personal dancer,” The shiny slid next to you, “What do you say? Wanna give the boys and I a moral booster?”

You blinked, eyes wide. That was an entirely new one…

Cody:

After Ryloth, he thought his men would behave better than that. So he’s genuinely caught off guard.

“You have 2 seconds to take back what you said, rookie.” He snaps, glaring.

After a stumbling apology is given to you, Cody continues with his death stare, “I expect better from you. You will treat them and every other alien species with respect. Do I make myself clear?”

Very much not happy about this.

If one shiny said something like that to you, who else stereotypes twi’leks?

It’s not just about you, Cody really expects much better from the 212th.

If one person acts like a moron, it reflects badly on the 212th, General Kenobi and the GAR.

They are soldiers of the Republic in a very diverse galaxy. 

However, he’ll turn his attention back to you and grab your hand.

“I’ll make sure that never happens again, I promise.” 

He’s incredibly sweet about it.

Boil:

Instant shame.

This is how he used to sound!?

“Hey!” He’ll snap at the shiny, “Show some damn respect.”

In a way, he’s trying to compensate for his ignorance earlier in the war.

Before Ryloth, he used to throw around ‘tail-head’ all the time. Something he looks back at in shame.

It was Numa, and now you that made him realize how much of a bastard he used to be.

If the shiny persists, Boil will get up in his face, “Back off. Now.”

If something like this happens again, Boil will go to Cody.

Like the commander, Boil also expects better from the 212th

But also, he wants you to feel comfortable among his brothers.

“I’m sorry,” He won’t exactly look at you. He knows the shiny’s behavior isn’t his fault, but he can’t help but feel shame and embarrassment anyway.

A bit later, he’ll hold your hand and just admit, “I used to be like him. Ignorant and self-centered…I’m sorry.”

Boil loves you so dearly. He just wanted to be honest.

He respects however you react

Waxer

Another one who feels shame.

Yea he didn’t throw around ‘tail-head’ or see twi’leks as lesser, but he stood by while others did.

After Ryloth and Numa, he doesn’t stand by anymore.

“Oh shut up!” He’ll snap, “Go throw yourself out of an airlock.”

Waxer is a learner. He’s learned more about your people. Your history. Your culture. 

He's also learned the stereotypes. Where they've come from.

So, he knows what the shiny is getting at by speaking to you.

this guy painted Numa on his helmet. He’s definitely not going to let anyone disrespect you in any way shape or form because of your species.

He won’t get physical, but he will threaten. 

Once the shiny is gone, he’ll put a hand on your cheek, “I’m sorry. I’ll knock some sense into him later, I promise.”

Coruscant Guard

“Hey!” 

Your Coruscant Guard lover was walking you home when someone grabbed your shoulder and turned you around. 

“Guard! Arrest this twi’lek thief! I know they stole my credits straight out of my pocket!” The pantoran woman yelled right in your face.

When you argued, she just yelled louder, “All twi’leks are conniving thieves! Give me back my credits!”

Of course you didn’t steal anything, but this pantoran seemed convinced that you did. All because you were twi’lek.

Fox

The headache was immediate.

“Ma’am, I assure you they haven't gone anywhere near you.”

He wants to defend you more staunchly, but he’s the commander of the CG.

There’s only so much he can do without risking reprimand.

If the pantoran persists, he’ll get rougher, but remain professional.

“Ma’am if you don’t walk away, I will arrest you for wasting Coruscant Guard resources.”

The best he can do, frankly.

This isn’t the first time he’s seen an innocent twi’lek be accused of a crime.

It happens more than he’d wish to admit.

Honestly, he hates it, but there's protocol in place and he's obligated to follow.

But he knows you're innocent. You were beside him the entire time.

Plus, he loves you. He’s not going to search you.

If she keeps giving you a hard time, Fox will step forward, “Last chance, I will throw you in a cell for the night if you don’t keep walking.”

Usually that works.

He’ll keep you close until you're safely home. He won’t talk about it if you don’t.

Though, he does end up telling the guard to be more mindful of random accusations against twi’leks.

Thorn

“Oh here we go…”

He’s…not taking this woman seriously at all.

“I have seen no such thing. Please make a report to the police.” He’ll just deadpan before walking away.

Petty crime such as a pickpocket is 1-800-not-his-job.

He’ll drape an arm over your shoulder and pull you closer to him.

Like Fox, he’s seen people blame twi’leks solely based on stereotypes

And his response is always the same, “Either show me solid evidence or take it to the police.”

If you say this isn’t the first time, Thorn kinda squeezes your shoulder.

“Don’t worry, love.” He’ll whisper, “the boys and I won’t let anyone accuse you of anything.”

He makes good on the promise. If anyone tries to give you a hard time for being twi’lek, there's usually a Coruscant Guard that steps in.

A partner to one of the Guard is well taken care of.

Hound:

He’s going to look at the woman, then look at you, then look at Grizzer. 

He whistles once, and Grizzer licks your hand.

Grizzer just likes you, this isn’t any sort of actual search.

“They don’t have your credits. Move along or go to a police droid.” 

Since the massiff didn’t ‘find’ anything, the pantoran woman leaves you alone.

“Happen often?” Hound is going to ask you quietly when the two of you start walking again.

When you nod, he doesn’t respond. 

Like the rest of the guard, he knows your people often get falsely accused of crimes.

Having a massiff with a good sense of smell makes it quick and easy to find out if they actually committed the alleged crime.

More often than not, the falsely accused is innocent.

But he knows he can’t be with you all the time. You have your own jobs to do.

One minor fear of his is you getting accused and then thrown into a cell.

All because you are twi’lek

He knows his brothers won’t do such a thing, but police droids aren’t so flexible or understanding.

[sleepingsun501]

Awww I love Jesse’s shows of affection 🥰🥰 he’s such a big sweetheart. Id totally make snow angels with him!!

ARC Trooper Jesse x medic!reader, Kix, Fives, Tup, and Captain Rex

Word Count: ~2.2k

Warnings: swearing, mention of injuries, mention of war

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[pinkiemme]

A HAPPY LAUGH

A/N: I was feeling happy and soft so I wrote this on my phone notes, and then I had to make a draw to go with it

Summary: Fives tries not to make things awkward between you after your first time having sex

Warnings: mention of sex, but it’s all fluff and there’s no smut, some swearing

“Do you wanna hear a joke?” Fives’ voice breaks the silence in the room, both of your exhausted breaths being the only thing you could hear before his words. You’re lying on top of him, starting to nod off with your eyes closed.

You look up at his face, sliding your cheek through his shirtless chest to rest your head on his shoulder so you could see him. “Yeah, sure” you nod slightly and smile softly to encourage him.

“Okay, so there’s a man…” he moves the arm that’s not holding you close to him, gesticulating towards the ceiling. “And he’s visiting the doctor” he looks at you mid sentence to make sure you’re paying attention, making your smile bigger, the happiness evident in your eyes.

Fives stutters the next words, feeling his chest heavy at the way you’re looking at him, but continues telling the joke. “So, yeah, so he, the man, enters the doc’s office” he’s getting nervous knowing all your attention is directed to him, and feels his cheeks warming up when you start scratching his goatee with your fingers. “And-and the doc says —I didn’t get to tell you last time that you only have 24 hours left to live, because you left too quickly” he swears his heart is beating faster with every word, your hand tracing Fives’ face. His eyes flutter closed as he swallows hard. Damn, why is it hard to breathe? He can feel your naked body pressed into his, and he can’t believe he isn’t able to form a coherent thought now, when that hadn’t been a problem when he was balls deep in you, talking nonstop about how warm and good you felt.

He opens his eyes looking sideways at you, his face and neck feeling hot. “the man then says —so what now? What can we do… — wait no, that’s not how, kriff!” He groans and drops his free hand to cover his face. You interwine his fingers with yours, pulling his hand away from his face to look at him before speaking “and then the man dies”.

Fives starts laughing at that, his chest vibrating under you “I told the joke instead, eh?” You talk without taking your eyes from him, and he loses it at your words, laughing more and pressing you harder to him. He feels so happy with you, he can’t believe he thought that finally letting his craving for you out and having sex with you would ruin your friendship.

This felt so natural. And he craved for more, his stomach tingling with longing. Your hand is still playing with his beard so he grabs you by the wrist to bring your palm to his lips, pressing an open mouthed kiss there, with a smile against your skin, letting you feel his hot breath and wet tongue, making you gasp loudly, drawing a deep growl from Fives’ throat, hunger coming back to his eyes. He hopes this wasn’t a one time thing because he doesn’t think he could be able to keep away from you now that he knows how good you taste and feel.

“Okay, let me try again, mesh’la” he chuckles releasing your wrist. “A man hears his comm beeping-“ “Wait, he’s not at the doc office anymore?” You interrupt him with a smile. “No, he’s not. He answers it and a voice tells him —Hi Rex, I have goo-“ “Rex? As in your captain?” You can’t help but interrupt him again, glee shining in your eyes “Yes, he’s Captain Rex, now let me continue” You don’t stop smiling, stroking his face sweetly, tracing every scar and freckle you see on his skin, and decide to have fun and talk again “But you know that Rex wouldn’t answer a comm from a stranger” Fives then looks at you with a stern look, but his eyes are shining with happiness, “It says it’s the doc, happy?” He raises an eyebrow at you and you nod, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Go on”

Fives rolls his eyes and pokes at your side pulling a cute shriek out of you. “The doc says —I have good news and bad news, the good news is you only have 24 hours to live, the bad is I have been trying to contact you since yesterday” you laugh softly and try to get up, supporting yourself with your hand on his chest, unable to stop yourself from biting your lower lip, distracted by his rough skin under your palm. “But that’s just bad news and worse news, Fives!” He groans and looks at you defeated “I’m not telling you a joke never again”.

You let a laugh out and lean down to press your lips against his, making his heart beat hard against his ribs and muffle a sinful moan, not being able to believe how good your lips felt, and the fact that he now knew that feeling. “You’re so soft, cyar’ika, I can’t get enough of you” He mumbles against your mouth, your breaths mixing together, and his eyes closed.

“The don’t”

[lightsabersandblaster]

A New Chapter (Buir Reader)

Summary: After the loss of your love, you contemplate leaving Kamino.

Author's Notes: The beginning of a oneshot series about the reader being the parental figure to all clones. For the full summary of the series, check out the masterlist and feel free to request scenarios! Here's what Buir looks like!: https://i.imgur.com/dujLWtv.jpg

I'm also assuming what the other Batchers CT Numbers are based on Crosshair's one until they are revealed, perhaps in Bad Batch Season 2. We shall see.

Masterlist

Buir - Parent

Ade - Children

Ad'ika - Little One

Ret'urcye mhi, Cyare - Perhaps we'll meet again, Love or Goodbye, Love

"Buir..."

Echo's call fell upon deaf ears as you held your 99 close to your chest, unable to tear your glossy-eyed gaze from his face. Your calloused hand rose to caress his cheek like you had done so many times before — a gesture customarily greeted with a smile as he held your hand in return.

Not this time.

His face remained still as if he was merely sleeping, but you knew no matter what you did, he wouldn't be waking up. Tears fell haphazardly down your cheeks as you brought him closer, pressing your lips to his forehead.

"Ret'urcye mhi, Cyare." You whimpered as you closed your eyes, praying for this to be a bad dream.

"Cyare!?" you gasped, bolting upright on your mattress, instinctively palming the space next to you to find your partner, though you only felt the cold sheets. Glancing at the empty space, you clenched the fabric till your knuckles were white; it didn't stop the sting of tears in your eyes. Nothing could stop them.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you dragged yourself out of your bed to suit up. Strapping the pieces of your grey beskar armour to your form and patting down your collar of bantha fur to prepare for your typical day to day tasks. Reaching down for your helmet, you stopped upon seeing an all too familiar medal beside your beskar.

"Oh, Hevy..." You sighed, tracing the four-pointed star fondly. All you could see was the proud smile he wore when you first clipped it to his chest. Attaching it to your fur collar and carrying your helmet under your arm, you finally left your quarters. You stopped just before the door to take a deep breath and placed your helmet on for good measure.

Kamino felt lifeless now, despite the multitude of clones that marched past you, always taking the time to greet you warmly. But you could only muster a nod in return, focused on your destination.

Engine noise faded into the background as your gaze landed on your boys in blue. Rex had his helmet tucked under his arm as he watched Fives and Echo adjust their newly earned pauldrons around their shoulders. Boyish grins, practically glowing with pride that made your heart swell.

"Looking good, boys," Their heads snapped in your head direction as you stopped merely a few feet away.

"Buir!" The lads were quick to raise their arms to salute you, but you swiftly motioned for them to stop.

"None of that now," You spoke sternly, only to perk up. "Come on! Let me look at ya two!" Gesturing for the two to step forward, you cupped their cheeks, tenderly caressing them with your gloved thumb — A gesture that they both melted into. "My Dominos... Feels like it was only yesterday that you were boys, now ARC Troopers! I'm so proud of you..."

"So is he," You whispered, abruptly pulling them to you in an embrace and squeezing. The unspoken grief hung in the air as they wrapped their arms around you, encasing you in a protective hold. But just what did they believe they were shielding you from?

"We'll visit," Fives broke the silence, clearly hoping to lighten the air. But they were met with silence as you hesitantly released them, letting them step back. Brows furrowed, Echo called you back to reality with a mumble of your title, which Fives echoed not long after.

Looking down, you clenched the fabric of your scrappy red cloak in your fist. "I'm not staying on Kamino." Their brows shot up in surprise, but they didn't respond immediately. How were they supposed to react to news like that? Fives opened his mouth, but nothing was said.

"Where will you go?" Rex spoke up this time around, grabbing your shoulder to turn you towards him. Your shoulders rose and fell in a shrug as you held his hand, caressing it gently.

"Where ever the galaxy takes me. The Halberd's been neglected for long enough, don't you think?" The laugh you hoped to lighten the mood came out forced, accomplishing the exact opposite of your intention. Their shoulders sagged. "My Ade, this is not the end of our time together. We will meet again, I promise you,"

Rex pulled you into a hug, providing a prolonged squeeze, even burying his face into your collar. Feeling your hand cradle the back of his head, he nuzzled further into the fur.

Silent tears remained hidden behind your helmet as Echo and Fives joined the embrace again.

This warmth. Something you never deserved... You were going to miss it.

"I'm sure General Skywalker's waiting for you boys, don't let me delay you." Inwardly praising your steady voice, you stepped back from their arms to stare at the men they've become.

To their surprise, you raised your arm in a salute. "It's been my pleasure to know you and your brothers. Keep going great things,"

Fives blinked rapidly and bit his lip, but that washed away into a smirk. "None of that now!" He chuckled, mimicking your earlier tone, "You said it yourself, this isn't the last time we'll see each other," Echo chimed in.

Despite their smiles, their brows were still furrowed. You were the same behind the dark visor, but it still broke your heart to see it on their faces; all you envisioned was a time when their cheeks were so chubby and pinchable.

You giggled as you lowered your arm, leaving them to enter their ship. The engines started as you turned away to approach the Halberd. Poor thing hadn't been used in months; it wouldn't be a shock if she'd kicked the bucket.

"Hey, old girl. Can you ever forgive me?" You muttered, letting your hand trail along her hull till you reached the hatch door. Pressing the open button, a wave of dust washed over you, thoroughly caking your armour in a dry beige coat.

A hacking cough ripped itself from your throat and you frantically used your cloak to fan away the onslaught. "I'll take that as a no," You sassed the empty ship, almost hitting your head when a sneeze processed you.

"Caretaker,"

Halting a few steps barely into your ship, you didn't need to turn your head to know who called for you. "Nala Se," You responded coldly, "What is it?" You turned to face the long-neck with your arms crossed over your chest.

"I need you to come with me,"

"No! No! I'm done." You barked, stepping back on the Halberd's ramp. "I've been here long enough; my debt was paid long ago. Nothing's going to make me stay," You swiped your arm through the air, drawing your line in the sand while glaring into her soul.

Nala Se, however, didn't react to your aggression and simply stared down at you. "We'll see if your resolve weakens when you see the new specimens," The Kaminoan then began a stride out of the hangar and into the corridor.

"Spec... Specimens?" You muttered, your fist clenching at your side. "Son of a bantha," You seethed, stomping your way to Nala Se's side and keeping pace with her. Glancing up at the Kaminoan, you saw she was looking down with a tony smug smile on her face. Glaring daggers at her through your visor, you growled, "This means nothing, Long-neck,"

"Of course," Was her sarcastic response to your hostility. How you lived on Kamino for so long remained unknown to you, especially when you had to interact with these people daily. They better thank the maker for your blessed patience.

"What's new about these clones?" After a few minutes of silent travel through the facilities, you began to question. Despite the years, you've inhabited the establishment, it was new wherever Nala Se led you. The signs you did pass indicated rooms you've never been in, causing you to raise an eyebrow. Coming to a hatch, you both halted.

"They are enhanced clones, specialised with different abilities." She started, pressing a few buttons on the wall, which opened the hatch, revealing a lab. It was dark and baren, though you could have sworn you spotted a flash of blonde, it was gone before you could focus on the form if there was anyone there at all. But it seemed as if you were the only ones there.

"Weird," You whispered to yourself, but a sound from further in drew your attention away. Leaving Nala Se at the entrance, you followed it, allowing three little voices to become evident the closer you got. Turning the corner, your eyes widened.

Right there were not three, but four young boys. There were some differences to note with each of them. The one with long hair was doing his best to twirl a knife around his fingers, but it was too big for his tiny hand and fell to the ground.

The larger one was trying to lift a craft at least twice his size... and succeeding. A smaller one with lighter hair was messing with the keypad in the room, standing on a nearby crate to reach it. Finally, the lanky one with grey hair sat on the bunk, biting his nails.

Feeling a familiar tug at your heart, your helmet met the wall with a slight tang, and a defeated sigh escaped your lips. Glancing over your shoulder, your blood boiled at the sight of Nala Se's stupid smug smile. Biting back your curses, you grumbled, "Tell me more,"

The long-neck caught up with you, taking place behind you as she spoke proudly. "They'll be trained as a special forces unit-" You quickly became distracted watching the boys as Nala Se went on about the finer details about these modified clones. You should have learned by now not to ask for more information; it was always the same despite the differences they claimed.

"And they will be known as Clone Force 99," Your brow shot up, snapping your head to look up at Nala Se, who was staring at you intently — a rare flash of sympathy appearing in her large eyes.

"99..." You sighed, looking towards the wall like he was right there beside you again, holding your hand tenderly. What would he think? What would he say was the right thing to do?

"You win," Was all you told Nala Se before approaching the young clones.

It didn't take long for them to notice your presence. Most of them appeared curious about you, raising eyebrows, while the lanky boy's eyes narrowed into a glare.

"Hello, boys," Your modulated voice greeted them as you squatted down to their level. "What're your names?" Your helmet tilted curiously as you glanced between them.

"CT-9901, Sir," The kid with long hair stepped forward to stand before you. He then gestured to his brothers, "That's CT-9902," first to the one by the keypad, "CT-9903," The bigger boy smiled at you upon being introduced, "And CT-9904." The grey-haired kid's glare didn't let up when your gaze fell on him.

Those weren't the name you wanted, you lamented to yourself with a sigh. But they were still young; you shouldn't be complaining.

"Who are you, Sir?" The boy in front of you asked, his shoulders squaring with reasonable caution. But you chuckled, ruffling his hair, catching the poor boy off guard.

"Lay off the 'sir', Ad'ika," You told him, standing at your full height once again. "They call me the Caretaker around here." You smiled behind the visor as you looked at the cadets again, basking in the waves of personality each of them displayed in these few moments you've known them. Perhaps this was the start of something new...

"But you can call me Buir,"

P.S. Author's Notes: Oh, Fives and Echo are gonna be so pissed when they find out Buir stayed O.O Shhh, don't tell them

[ghostofskywalker]

Hey, so sorry to hear that your semesters been rough, I hope it gets better. I am super excited you’re doing the spring ficlets though! Could I request one with Fives and hes just head over heels for this spunky hot-headed reader. Maybe idk they’re going off on someone (who deserves it) and hes just there making heart eyes? Idk do with it what you want, thank you so much! Have an amazing week!! 💖

thank you!! i LOVED your prompt and i hope you enjoy this!!

words: 884

summary: you prove that you aren't one to be messed with, and fives falls even more in love.

clone troopers masterlist

Smitten

“You know you’re staring again, right?” Rex’s voice cut through the ARC trooper’s daydream and Fives barely even acknowledged his commanding officer. 

“What? No I’m not.” That was a bold-faced lie, and everyone around him knew it. It really didn’t help that Fives had yet to take his eyes off you as you sparred with a shiny, who had been acting like he was a lot stronger than he was. Most of the battalion knew what was going to happen when you challenged him to a sparring match, and yet the trooper did not heed their warnings that he might be a little out of his depth. A rule was set that no outside weapons could be used in the fight (since you had a habit of keeping at least three concealed on your person at all times), and the spectacle began. 

Fives would never speak ill of his brothers, but there were certainly troopers who lacked in the manners department, who acted like they were Maker’s gift to the world around anyone they thought was attractive, and you certainly fit the bill. And given the fact that you weren’t always around (because the 501st didn’t need the help of a bounty hunter for every mission they went on), not everyone knew who you were when you arrived on Coruscant for a little friendly training and bonding before you headed off with the 104th for a campaign.  

“You’re so obvious at this point I’m shocked that they haven’t noticed yet,” Rex said. Both him and Fives were watching you dodge every single punch the shiny tried to throw at you, and Fives was desperately trying to keep his jaw from dropping. “I thought bounty hunters were supposed to be hyper-aware of their surroundings at all times.” 

Fives shrugged, still not done staring. 

“Maybe they’re just as oblivious as Fives,” Jesse cut in, walking across the room to stand next the two of them. “What do they say? ‘Love is blind’ or something like that?”

“Then we may need to get them an eye exam if they really can’t see Fives’ lovesick glances,” Hardcase had now joined the conversation, and Fives was really regretting standing here right now. 

“Shut up,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I’m not that obvious about my feelings.” 

“Scratch that, we may need to get you an eye exam!” 

Fives was about to respond, but his eyes were still drawn to the scene in front of him. 

The shiny had just lunged at you, and it was exactly what you wanted. Grabbing his outstretched arm, you turned, twisting your body so that you were using your strength and momentum to push the trooper upward and then send him careening to the floor. To the cheering spectators on the sidelines, it was clear that you had just flipped him, sending him flying through the air and landing (quite unpleasantly) on the padded floor of the training room. Fives had seen you use that move before, and it was just as seamless as the last time you used it on the battlefield, one fluid motion that proved you weren’t one to be messed with. 

“Well, I think they won,” Jesse remarked, and the shiny hadn’t yet gotten up off the ground. Everyone knew that he wasn’t really injured, given the floor padding and the armor he wore, but rather that he was embarrassed to have been beaten out by you, to have talked a big game and gotten his shebs handed to him in response. 

You caught Fives’ eye from across the room and made your way over to him, smiling and greeting all the other troopers of the 501st that you knew. “Did you kill him?” Jesse asked playfully, nodding back at your sparring victim. 

“Oh please, I didn’t even flip him that hard,” you said, a soft snort escaping your mouth. “It’s his ego that’s bruised more than anything.” 

“Maybe you and Fives should go a round then,” Hardcase joked. “He could be knocked down a few pegs.” 

“Hey!”

You just laughed. “I don’t think I’d want to spar with Fives though.” 

“Why? You afraid I’d win?” 

Jesse tried very hard to hide his laughter at Fives’ teasing words, and Rex didn’t seem to be faring any better. “No, I just wouldn’t want to ruin your gorgeous face,” you said, a smirk playing on your lips. 

Whatever Fives was expecting you to say, that wasn’t it, and he didn’t know what to do in response, his mind completely lost for words at the implication that you thought he was attractive. 

“I think you broke him,” Rex commented a smile crossing his face at the sight of his ARC trooper completely awestruck.  

The others around laughed, and you smiled. “Wow, and I didn’t even need to pin him down to do it.” 

Fives was still trying to form a sentence in response when your name was called across the room, and you waved to another trooper dressed in grey, the symbol of the Wolfpack adoring his armor. “Alright boys, duty calls,” you said. “I’ll see you soon, alright?” 

Right before you left, you leaned in to place a kiss on Fives’ cheek, and his brain short circuited all over again. You were going to be the death of him, that’s for sure. 

- the end -

[neon-junkie]

Fluff headcannons of the bad batch or the 501st ( your choice) with gender neutral reader?

Went for the 501st since I give the Batch too much attention xD

Everybody knows that the 501st are fantastic cuddlers, but their best cuddler is Dogma. He doesn't let people in easily, but if you manage to break past his high walls, you'll be rewarded by seeing how much of a sap he is behind closed doors.

This man will go above and beyond for you. He's extremely caring, tender, and thoughtful, and of course, a fantastic cuddler.

Tup is the perfect man for when you need assistance with your hair. However, Tup often needs help maintaining his locks, too. There's nothing more therapeutic than braiding Tup's hair whilst nattering away, sharing stories and thoughts.

Rex's hoodie collection is incredible, and you're always welcome to pick out whatever you fancy. His men like to buy him silly merchandise from weird planets they end up on, so most of his collection is tacky, but Rex likes the sentimental value to them.

Oh, and Rex's hoodies smell like him! Rex has been voted one of the nicest smelling men in the GAR. He has a natural musk to him that can make anybody's head spin.

Hardcase is your go-to guy for movies. He'll build a blanket den with you, then snuggle down together as you two watch whatever movie you like. Be careful, though, he's tense with horrors, and has received complaints because his screams keep everyone in the barracks up.

Kix has nimble fingers due to his medical work, and he likes to spend his free time doing embroidery. He's more than happy to teach you, and before you know it, you've been roped into an embroidery club at least once a week with your favourite medic.

Whenever you're feeling low, Jesse notices, and he has a way with words. He'll re-spark that fire inside you, and motivate you in less than ten words. It's incredible, no wonder he's an ARC Trooper.

A Domino sandwich is the perfect sleeping position. Echo and Fives somehow manage to have you bundled up in a single bed. Yes, all three of you in a single bed, but it works?! Don't put any thought into it, just enjoy your sandwich, and all the warmth they provide.

[pro-fangirls-unsocial-life]

ONG PRO I AM SO EXCITED YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEEEEEN. I LOVE YOUR WRITING.

Can I please request “Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.” with Fives?! ❤❤🥰🥰❤❤🥰❤

First off, thank you so much!!!! It feels so validating to have such an amazing writer say that they like my work🥺 And secondly, here is a bit of Fives for you. Sorry to leave it off on a steamy not but I have never written smut before and am trying to improve my writing a bit more before I try😅

Something Special

Fives x Reader

Warnings: Really nothing. A little steamy 

You can find the prompt list here.

“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”

“I just can’t believe this!” Fives storms into your apartment with you lightly trailing behind him. “I made that reservation months ago but the second that guy saw that I was a clone, they were suddenly ‘overbooked’ even though half the place was empty!” He paces in back and forth in your living room crossing his arms over his chest with his brow furrowed in frustration.

 You walk over to him, putting your hand on his arm to briefly stop his pacing. “It’s alright Fives. We can just go out somewhere tomorrow.”

 “But it’s not alright!” He throws his arms up, running a hand through his hair as he drops down onto the couch. “I wanted to do something special for you while I was on leave.” His head drops back against the couch, a sigh escaping his lips.

 A light smile comes onto your face. “Oh Fives,” you sigh, walking over to his slumped form on the couch. Gently grabbing his hand, you bring it up to your lips pressing a kiss against the back of it. “Spending every moment with you that I can while you’re here is special enough for me. I don’t need anything special to enjoy being with you.” You lean forward and place a light kiss to the tip of his nose.

 Fives gives your hand a small squeeze, his face softening. “I know cyare. You just deserve so much, and I just hate that I can’t spoil you every once in a while, because of idiots like that!” He throws his arm up, gesturing out the window at the busy street you had just come in from. Furrowing his brow again, he huffs, letting his head fall back against the couch.

 You chuckle, softly rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand. “Stop being grumpy, its lame.”

 His head shoots up and his arm motions toward the window again. “But that guy—”

 “Is not here,” you say, climbing onto Fives’ lap and straddling his hips while threading your hands through his hair. Pressing a kiss against his lips, you feel his hands find place on your waist, pulling you closer to him. You pull back slightly moving so that you can whisper in his ear. “It’s just you and me right now.”

 “Cyare,” he sighs, trailing kisses across your jawline and venturing toward your neck. His hands on your hips start to play with the hem of your shirt, threatening to travel beneath it.

 You push off of him, standing up and taking a few steps toward your room leaving a pouting Fives reaching for you as you pull away. “If you’re done being grumpy, I might have something special planned for you too.” With that, you wink, turning toward the room and walking toward the door with a smirk on your face.

 You hear a rushed commotion behind you and before you can turn around, Fives is scooping you up in his arms, carrying you bridal style toward your bedroom. Giggling, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss as the door swishes open.

 He sets you down on the bed, his hand coming up to cradle your head as he lowers you down, still not breaking the kiss. He pulls away, panting lightly as he trails down your neck with his lips.

 You lightly push on his shoulders to get him to look at you, your hand coming up to cup his face. “Better?” you ask, smirking at the wild look in his eyes.

 He grins, a playful and mischievous look overtaking his features. “Sweetheart, we’ve only just started.” He leans down, continuing his trail down your neck, lightly nipping at the skin there. “And I still plan on doing something special for you tonight.”

[iscream4clones]

Soft Fives Collection

Part One “Fives and a Soft Blanket”

Part Two

I wanted to start off my 200 follower celebration “Soft Fives Collection” with something as soft and simple as Fives being completely relaxed.

No warnings, just wonderful fluff. Fives x reader (gender neutral)

The door to your apartment clicked shut behind you, and you turned your kitchen light on with a shiver. It was late and the nights of Coruscant were getting laced with a special kind of chilly this season. You lifted your bags onto the counter when suddenly you realized the takeout container from your favorite restaurant sitting beside the sink. There was a note on top that read “For my Love, Y/n”

This must be from Fives, you thought. You went to open the container when you heard something that sounded like the TV coming from the living room. You stopped, knowing you hadn’t even watched TV at all before going to work that day. Was Fives still here? It was quite strange for him to not come running the moment you got home.

You moved the food to the fridge and crept into the living room. The room was illuminated by only the flicking of the holoscreen, but it was enough to reveal the sleeping man on your sofa. It was clear he had intended to stay awake for you, but gave up when you didn’t show up hours past your regular time. An empty container of food sat on the caf table, next to what you could only assume was an empty mug of caf Fives had drank in hopes he could last a little longer for you. Any other person would have difficulties guessing the resting figure, however; he had dragged the comforter from your bed and was wrapped tightly in a floral, cushiony cocoon. All that could be seen was his messy, curly hair popping out of the only opening in the blanket. You tiptoed over to the side of the couch, though you knew it would take a lot to wake him in this state. As you stood over him you noticed only his nose and everything above was exposed to the world.

You sighed and allowed yourself to sit on the floor beside him, wanting nothing more than to keep this image in your head. The blanket moved with every deep breath that he took, and you could hear the tiniest of whistles coming through his nose. For once, he appeared young and innocent. He did not stir, twist, or turn from dreams too horrible and real to repeat. He did not have pains and regrets for the missions he had lost, nor did his brows furrow with worry for the battles to come. His mouth did not mumble in sorrow the names of his brothers long gone. He was in such a peaceful state, you almost wished you could join him. You reached up and lightly caressed his dark skin, which now felt like that of a baby’s and free of scarring. You left a kiss to his forehead so sweet, like a mother leaving their baby in the cradle for the first time. You took notice, even, that he did not smell of grease and dirt and sweat, but like fresh linen and lavender. With the blessing of your fingertips, it seemed, you could trap him here in the youth and comfort of which he was robbed from birth. You kissed his nose before turning to switch off the holoscreen. You stood and returned to the kitchen, not wishing to disturb Fives anymore in case you were to pull him from the blissful slumber.

**

Upon finishing the meal Fives had left for you, you felt yourself dreaming of sleep with heavy eyelids. You began walking lightly through the living room, on your way to the bedroom, when you heard some rustling and mumbling coming from Fives. You stopped, and the mumbling seemed to be directed towards you.

“Fives?” You whispered in response.

“C...C’mere doll.” His gravelly, hardly awake voice answered, and you were drawn through the dark to his figure.

Your eyes adjusted slightly and you could see Fives had unwrapped himself and now held the blanket up for you, patting the space beside him on the sofa.

“Y’think I wouldn’t leave enough space for you?”

You chuckled as you lowered yourself into the cushions and against his warm body, and Fives pulled the blanket around to engulf you both.

“To be fair, I wasn’t even sure you had left enough space for yourself to breathe when I found you earlier.”

His chest rumbled from his deep laugh, and he kissed you as he pulled you even closer and whispered in your ear.

“No matter what happens, I’ll always have the time and the space for you, my guiding light.”

In a matter of minutes, you were both adrift in a world of peace, together. 

[awkward-tension-art]

Darkness on Umbara Chp.1 (Rex x Reader)

Hey everyone! guess whose in too deep!? me! I've clung to these fictional copy-paste men so much, you can call me a fucking LEECH!

Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8. Chapter 9. Chapter 10. Chapter 11. Chapter 12. Chapter 13. Epilogue

Landing on Umbara

cw: Rex x Reader, Reader is a medic, incorrect military procedure, graphic descriptions of injuries, blood, swearing, death and battle, Spoilers for the Umbara Arc, reader insert, reader is gender neutral, no use of (Y/N), if i miss a tag LMK

This is very briefly proofread so I die like a man

Minors DNI, even if theres no smut

Umbara was dark. From what you gathered, it was extremely fucking dark. 

You prepared your supplies with Kix. As medics, you both needed to double and triple check every pack, case and box. 

Kix would be on the front. His expertise was more front line first-aid rather than your position behind the forces. He would keep the men alive long enough to get to your hands where you’d focus on the more intense medical care. While you would be armed to defend yourself, it was better if you stayed out of the line of direct fire.

Your safety and position were tied to the status you were given. As a natural born human in the GAR, your life was inherently seen as more important than the clones. This thought process was something you were vehemently against. You and your fellow soldiers were on equal ground. You’ve always tried to treat them with respect, kindness and patience.

On several occasions nat-borns would disrespect or belittle clones in your presence, which usually resulted in a verbal lashing from you. Much to the joy of your General Anakin and his padawan Ahsoka. 

And the affection of a certain Captain Rex.

You peered up from looking over the medical supplies you were supposed to carry. Currently your secret lover was across the hangar meeting with the Jedi generals, ARC troopers and commander of the 212th. 

Despite being in his helmet, you knew you caught his eye. Rex didn’t give anything away except a small movement of his hand. Something Fives didn’t miss, who gave you a small wave.

He knew of your relationship with Rex. So did Anakin. But other than those two, it was secret. All for his protection, as clones were forbidden from romantic partners.

There was a surge of energy in the hangar and you looked around. Your eyes met Kix’s before you nodded to him, “Showtime.” The first wave was loading up ready to get to Umbara’s surface. 

“I’ll keep Rex safe until you touch down.” Your medic friend winked at you before he stood, got his helmet on and got to his transport. 

Scratch that, Kix knew about you and the captain too. 

Several of the gunships lifted, flying from the hangar down to the planet below. The first wave of troops, including ARF troopers, were being sent down to clear the field. From there, a second wave of back-up, your wave, would join them. Your command was temporary. All you had to do was get them to the ground before they took orders from Rex and Anakin.

You adjusted your gauntlet with the communicator on it. T-minus 5 minutes. Your fingers danced over your supplies, double-checking everything you had. 

Bandages, tourniquets, laser cauterizers, laser scalpel, bacta, patches, emergency suture kits…

“Ready, doc?” A trooper, Ringo, took you out of your thoughts.

With a nod, you lifted your pack and stepped up onto the gunship, “Ready. Let’s load up.”

Others followed your orders and soon, you were in the sky above Umbara. 

Despite the first wave’s efforts, chaos still reigned. Almost immediately your gunship was assaulted by artillery fire. A shot exploded next to you, shaking the entire air vehicle. A ship to the west of yours burst into an explosion of flames.

In response, your second hand shot up for stability. A trooper had their hand on your shoulder to help keep you steady. After a moment, the transport stabilized and you let go, stepping to the back where a crate of supplies waited.

“Dare, how close are we?” You chimed on your communicator. Hopefully you didn’t startle the pilot.

“Landing in 30, I can’t get to the landing site, so you’ll have to walk some to the staging area,” he responded.

“Play it safe,” You commanded, “Land where you can. And try not to crash, I like living and I'm sure the other men do too.” A couple of clones snickers in their helmets. Your little quip helped ease the atmosphere it seemed.

You prepared a speeder. The small vehicle had been modified to carry a patient and allow you to transport extra medical supplies. It was outfitted with some extra armor and protection as well, so in an emergency you could activate a rayshield at the cost of the vehicle's speed.

“Doc, landing in 10.”

“Good job.” You spoke into your communicator before getting on the speeder. You counted down in your head, and just as you got to 1, the doors opened. 

The troopers unloaded, guns ready. Shots were fired, though it didn’t seem as concentrated. Explosions were going off, but at a relatively safe distance. Seemed the first wave did a better job than you originally thought. Your speeder got to the ground, and you made your way to the staging area with the rest of the men.

The battalion had established some trenches, allowing a brief moment of rest and preparation for everyone. You stopped right at the small medical area Kix had skillfully established. Already there were injured in the double digits. Without pause, you got to work.

“You nearly missed the party,” Kix snarked, handling a blaster burn on the thigh of a shiny.

“I’d call this fashionably late,” you quipped back, getting your hands on a different soldier. Blood was seeping from the bottom of his damaged helmet, staining his blue and white chestplate in red. Your mind kicked into training, “What's your name?” You asked, voicing a kinder tone. 

The poor clone was clearly in agony, responding with a tremor to his words, “S-Stag.” He swallowed, trying to control his mental state.

These damn soldiers liked to pretend everything was fine. 

“Alright Stag, I’m gonna remove your helmet.” 

He didn’t argue when you pulled it off revealing the extent of the damage. 

Severe blaster burn. Missing eye. Jaw visible. Shrapnel from the helmet had pierced his cheek and temple. Concussion possibly. 

His remaining brown eye looked wildly at you. You recognized fear. terror.

So, you gave him a reassuring soft smile, “Not too bad, I’ve dealt with worse.” Your fingers quickly wrapped around an injector filled with painkillers, “Here, I’m gonna give you something to help with the pain.” Your words seemed to have a positive effect because he nodded and let you treat him.

You worked quickly and efficiently, stemming the bleeding and getting him stabilized. When you were finished, he had calmed down considerably. Once Stag was stable, you moved on to the next trooper. 

By the fifth, you realized one of them couldn’t be saved.

He was a shiny. Barely off Kamino you guessed. The plastoid of his chest piece looked to be shattered and singed from a bolt to the chest. His breathing was shaky as he leaned against the dark trunk of a glowing tree. 

“I need a trooper.” you called taking the soldier’s hand in your own. You learned quickly into the war that the clones always wanted to die with a brother near them. A reminder that they weren’t alone.

“I hope I’m good enough.” 

That voice. 

“Rex,” Your head turned, looking up at him. You wished you could smile, but you had to keep your excitement under a mask. Plus, the situation didn’t call for it.

His warm eyes were on yours as he pulled off his helmet and knelt. There was clear sadness, knowing that this was the end for one of his men. So the only thing he could do was offer comfort.

“Fyre.” The captain spoke softly, “You did well.” He put one armored hand on the dying man's shoulder. 

Wordlessly, you gave Fyre a shot for the pain and held his hand, “Everything is alright now.” you whispered to him. This wasn’t uncommon, when you or Kix were too late to save someone. 

At the beginning you would burn through supplies trying to save everyone, only to fail and lose them anyway. Over the course of the war, you knew to recognize when all you could do was ease their pain and let them slip away. 

It was the grim reality of the war. You couldn’t save them all. 

Fyre coughed and squeezed your hand. His eyes closed and the clone took his last breath. 

“Damnit.” you swore, checking his pulse. You only felt stillness. He was gone.

Rex sighed, “You tried. So, thank you,” He stood and helped you stand. He couldn’t let his grief from the loss overwhelm him, “I wish you stayed on the ship.” The clone captain admitted, “I get the feeling Umbara is going to be brutal. More so than previous battles.”

“You can’t get rid of me so easily,” Your eyes quickly scanned around. No one seemed to be close enough or paying attention to the two of you, “My darling.” you added, interlocking your fingers.

Your lover looked around quickly before he responded quietly, “Mesh’la, be careful what you say.” Despite his warning, he made no move to pull away. In fact, he stepped closer, “For now, at least.”

Of course, you knew the two of you had to reign in your love and affection in front of others. On the battlefield he was the captain and you the field doctor. Trying to push those boundaries would stress him out. Afterall, if his romance with you got to Kamino, they’d call for a decommission. Something Anakin would never go for, but better safe than sorry.

However, he warmed to small touches and brief moments whenever the situation allowed. 

Your lips had a small smile, “I’m glad you're not hurt.” you raised one palm to stroke the side of his helmet. The battle wasn’t even an hour in and already his armor was dirty.

“Promise me you’ll be careful.” Rex murmured, keeping his voice down, “Please, ner kar’ta.” He was being protective again. Normally the captain was better at prioritizing. He was the leader of the battalion first and your lover second. But right now he seemed…spooked. Were things getting bad already? 

Umbara must be getting to him. After all this assault was much different than other battles.

“I’ll promise if you promise,” Your lips quickly pecked his visor. It was chaste and fast, so no one could see. Just a sweet kiss between the two of you.

He was about to respond when his communicator went off. 

“General Skywalker,” Your lover pulled back and raised his wrist up. 

“Come find me, I need the status of our men.” Anakin’s voice sounded on the other end, “and tell our good doctor I said hello.” 

You snorted.

“Right away, General.” the clone captain said, returning to his professionalism. He looked at you one more time before stepping away to find the jedi.

You sighed, “Back to work.” Without waiting a second, you found another injured soldier and began to treat him.

Your eyes glanced at the shadowy sky for a moment, unable to shake the pit in your stomach. It felt like something was deeply wrong.

The darkness on Umbara must already be getting to you too.

[lilhawkeye3]

Soft thoughts... was thinking abt fives the other day when i realized clone accelerated aging —> high metabolism —> high body temp —> ideal cuddle partner when you’re sleepy

The first thing that alerts you to an intruder in your room is the bed sinking as they crawl over to you. You’re not worried, though. Only one other person knows the access code to enter, and as you feel a soft kiss pressed against your forehead, you know for certain that it’s Fives.

“Did I wake you?” He murmurs softly as he lays down beside you. You tiredly reach out for him, and as your fingers brush his chest, you feel that he’s taken the top half of his blacks off. You press your palms flat against his chest, your fingers curling contentedly as his right arm wraps around you waist and pulls you flush against him.

“No, ‘m still ‘sleep,” you mumble in return, sighing happily as you feel your muscles relax as Fives’ heightened body heat envelop you.

He chuckles quietly. “If you say so. Can you lift your head a bit?” You follow his request, thanking him sleepily as he tucks his curled right arm under you, replacing your pillow. That’s alright. He’s much more comfortable— and much warmer.

“Love you, Fives,” you tell him, peeking one eye open just in time to catch his enamored smile.

“Go to sleep, cyare. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

[asterian]

You are the one that I want (Captain Rex x reader)

Summary: Rex and the reader have this "unspoken thing" going on. The day he decides to confess his love for you he finds you in someone else's arms.

Words: 1,285

After a couple of months off-world and countless battles, you and the 501st were back in Coruscant and the boys wanted to spend this free time in one of their favorite places, 79´s.

You didn't expect Rex to show up tonight. It was oddly rare that the Captain of the 501st visited the club where many of his brothers enjoyed their off-duty time. And still there you are sitting on the bar counter hoping somehow he would come.

Ever since the first day you saw the blond Captain you instantly fell for him, and you were sure he did too. After that both of you became close, very close, but none of you dare to say something. 

Fives, Jesse,Tup and some boys from the 212th are happily joking and drinking next to you, but you pay them no attention, all you can think of is Rex. 

"Hey, (Y/n)" Fives shakes your shoulder a little bit to catch your attention, only the maker knows how long have you been staring at your untouched drink. You humm in response finally looking at the ARC trooper. "It's pod race night! You wanna bet?" 

You hesitate for a moment looking at the holo-screens above the bar counter, betting was never a good idea but right now you really can use a distraction from your thoughts. 

"Yeah, why not?" You reply earning an enthusiastic yelp from your friend.

By coincidence you end up choosing the same pilot as Fives. The race begins and little by little the adrenaline mixed with the alcohol consumed by the soldiers begins to rise.

It's not even the second lap and your pilot has managed to make it in the first place.

Everybody screams and cheers on their runner filling the bar with endless screaming and fuss. 

By the time the final lap arrives your chosen one continues to lead. "he's going to win" you think and without hesitation you start cheering too.

The final curve is all that's left, you can feel the tension in the air, and then the little speeder crosses fastly through the rock bridge marking the finish of the race, making the whole bar go wild.

"We won!" screams Fives and you can't help but laugh at your very drunk friend and join the celebration. "We won, (y/n), we won!" He hugs your waist and lifts you up to spin happily.

When he puts you down, guided for both the excitement and the alcohol in his body, Fives leans closer capturing your lips on an unexpected kiss.

Between the loud music, the people cheering and the surprising actions of your friend you don't hear the familiar sound of the 79's sliding doors opening. Nobody seems to notice the speechless captain trooper in the doorways.

Rex is standing there, paralyzed as if he was waiting for an order of his general. His lips parted, eyes fixed on you filled with hurt, betrayal and confusion watching his own brother holding you close, stealing a kiss that was supposed to be his. 

Rex knew he'll find you here at the crowded bar. He was searching for your pretty face ready to confess what he feels for you. But found treason instead.

You push Fives away from you and just when you're about to tell him just how inappropriate that was of him you catch a figure standing at the door and feel his golden eyes staring at you.

"Rex" is all you can say before the clone Captain is rushing towards the exit.

He doesn't hear you scream at Fives and he definitely does not see you slapping his brother. He's too busy trying to get out of there as quick as possible that he doesn't notice you running after him.

Rex feels stupid. 

He is mad, not at you of course neither at Fives, mad at himself for being a fool to think you might like him. 

He feels hurt, but he knows is his own fault. He misunderstood your actions, your kindness, your jokes, your worry when he was injured, your company. 

All those nights in the barracks that you would ask him to share a bed or go out to see the night sky, your little touches on his armor or face, how you smiled at him or the lovely gazes you share.

All of that maybe was never there, maybe he was just imagining them. 

"Rex!" your voice gets him out of his thoughts. "Rex, please wait!" 

The clone Captain stops and turns around. Forcing himself to stay calm even though watching you makes his heart ache.

"(Y/n)... I-l was just... you" he awkwardly tries to come up with something, wishing he had his helmet right now.

"You saw that, right?" You ask recognising that look on his eyes he gets when something upsets him and what else than Fives kissing you would upset him?

Rex nods softly as his eyes focus on the ground for a moment preparing his words.

"Look, you don't have to explain anything...you're in good hands" he says defeated "Fives is a good man, he can be annoying sometimes but I know he will treat you well" Rex says feeling how his heart breaks at his own words. He wants you to be happy, even if is not with him.

"What? No, it's not like that, Rex" you tell him.

"It's alright (y/n), you don't have to worry about the regulations… or the general...I'll keep your secret"

"Do you think you could shut up for five seconds and let me explain?!" you shout making him blink in surprise. "He won at pod race, you know how he can get with a few drinks on, he was excited" you chuckle "maybe a little too much"

With that you win a soft chuckle from the man before you, he knew Fives could a bit impulsive from time to time. But that didn't answer the questions in his head, the most important, if you felt the same for him.

"So you and Fives? You don't like him?" He asks insecure and afraid of your answer.

"Of course no!" you say  "If there's someone I like it's you, Rex."

Both of you stay silent for a second. He's quietly scanning your face as is he was looking for answers. 

"Wait!...you, like me?" Rex says surprise in his voice. You can't help but laugh a little at the helpless captain before you.

"You're such an idiot" you say shaking your head. Softly you leaned to Rex to capture his lips pulling him into a soft, gentle kiss. For your surprise he responds with a new kiss sweet and gentle, almost shy or afraid but as your lips caress his it turns even softer, and you feel affection. There's no need for words, it is clear that Rex loves you as much as you love him.

As the kiss is over you break away just enough to look up at him and you find his hazel eyes staring down at you. There's tenderness on them as the light make them look warmer.

You feel happy and so does Rex who smiles softly at you.

"So, want a drink now that you're here, Captain?" You joke making his smile grows wider.

"Yeah, why not?" he chuckles 

Walking side by side you approach the sliding door of the bar once again but Rex stops for a moment, doubting, you take his gloved hand on yours giving it a little squeeze as you smile at him. As a sign that you're there for him and oh boy, he's more than happy to finally hold your hand in front of his brothers as both step inside 79's.