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kometqh · 10 months ago

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𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓓𝓲𝓪𝓻𝔂..

Pt2. Captain Rex x F!Reader x Fives What happens when two of the men you admire suddenly begin to show just how interested they are in you, days after your secret diary goes missing? Word Count: 3514 Warnings: Edited but most likely has some grammar mistakes, reader is scared of water. A/N: Ugh this took my poor little brain too long to write but it's here now and I'm very proud <33

The rhythmic buzzing of cicadas paired with the summer heat and sunbathing on the beach was the perfect situation to find yourself in. The negotiations had gone smoothly, and your squad was permitted a spontaneous shore leave.

Navy blue waves licked lazily at the sand; the water contrastingly cold to the desert-like temperatures of the beach. A cool breeze accompanied the waves, providing a semblance of comfort as it danced with tall, sparse strands of wild grass.

You were seated on a sunbed, just beneath the dark shadow of an umbrella, enjoying the distant echoes of laughter from your squad. It was extremely uncommon for them to enjoy anything but the popular bar, 79s, on their days off.

You had to bargain with the Jedi council for a solid half an hour before Master Windu had finally given you the nod of approval.

Now, Rex reaped the benefits of shore leave in the form of a nap in the sun. You had made sure to apply a kriff ton of sun cream onto his back and shoulders and neck before he had fallen asleep, a mumbled 'thank you' rolling off the tip of his tongue as his eyes became droopy.

He was severely sleep deprived; always being assigned to Skywalker's side rather than yours. It wasn't that he didn't like Master Skywalker, it's just his missions and plans were always reckless and exhausting, and they ended with a few too many casualties.

Of course, that was always inevitable, and Rex did his best not to linger on the fallen, but it didn't always come to him easily.

But with you, he could rest assured.

With you, he could relax under the warm sun, feel the burning sand, and enjoy the comfort of seaside waves.

His caring nature also ensured that everyone would be provided for whilst he was asleep. Bringing extra sun-cream, a cooler filled to the brim with water bottles and ice lollies, and extra towels as well as beach balls.

Where did he get the credits from?

Well, that was a code that nobody could decipher.

Nevertheless, there you were, relaxing with your beloved Captain. Fives had dragged most of the squad into the waves, insisting that they play volleyball. He had tried to take you too, but your reluctance and uncertainty deterred him.

He had waved you off with a 'Watch me, General' and a wink before he engaged in a series of games of clumsy water volleyball.

Since they'd undergone ARC Trooper training, it became more uncommon for Echo and Fives to join the 501st on longer campaigns.

Each time they were reunited, Fives would glance to Echo with a small smile. And now, he was busy wrestling with Hardcase in the shallow parts of the water, laughter escaping the two as Echo hit the ball into the air.

A series of hoorays and pats on the back erupted as the ball hit the water with a splash.

One score for Echo's team.

You were content with watching from the side lines, if you remained far from the water.

If you still had your diary on you, you'd probably busy yourself writing down the details of this day, so the memory could continue to live on long after the war was over.

But just a few days prior it went missing. You thought you misplaced it and ransacked your entire quarters for it. By the time Rex had knocked on your door, nothing was in its' correct spot. Crumpled bedsheets, swinging closet doors and a chair in the middle of the room as you had searched under your desk.

He wanted to question your panicked state, but as soon as the words 'Mission' and 'Jedi Council' were said, you had put a halt to your search mission.

Rex hadn't tried to ask since.

But now, forced to sit by idly, you were mesmerised by the beauty of none other than Fives himself. He was an ARC Trooper for a reason. His shoulders were broad, his waist slim and his thighs - thick and strong and defined from hours of battle and constant training. His tan skin was wet with salty sweat and even saltier water, and if one were to squint hard enough, they could see droplets running down the side of his neck.

You often found yourself feeling grateful to Jango Fett for having such fine genes.

As if reading your mind, Fives decided to stretch, and in the process flexed his biceps. How big were they?

Was it just you or did it get twenty degrees hotter?

His head slowly turned, and for a moment, you made eye contact. It was quick, but it was still enough to have your heart racing. A smirk stretched across his lips as he caught sight of your blooming blush.

The moment was cut short as Jesse splashed salty water right in his face. You didn't even get a chance to process the expression on his face, the water having wiped it away, as a surprised yelp escaped Fives.

His hand flew to his face, a guttural groan leaving his lips as he swore. His form was hunched over, his hand wiping at his eye.

Before you knew it, you were up and running towards the water, your sunbed abandoned and dusty in your wake.

"Fives?!"

His attention snapped to you at the sound of your voice.

A gasp left your lips.

His eye. The usually tawny skin surrounding his eye had now gained in darker colour, the area a faint red under the sunlight. Tiny, crimson vessels coated his sclera, reaching with thin, curly tendons towards his iris.

Just what was in that water? Surely it shouldn't be this bad.

Jesse was quick to utter apologies, his mouth cast into a downturned smile.

"Jesse it's fine," Fives insisted, "It's nothing." He continued, rubbing at his eye, the corners of his lips fighting an oncoming scowl. His attention quickly diverted from Jesse, focusing on you just as your feet reached the water.

Your body stuttered, your movements faltering as you glanced down at the waves.

Fives eyed you wearily, noticing the hesitation plastered all over your features.

But then in a flash, the water was already hitting your knees, lazily crashing against your waist as you progressed further. Goosebumps rose all over your body, visible under the blaring sun.

Your stomach twisted into a ball of thread, bile rising in your throat. You squeezed the water bottle and towel in your hands, then proceeded to raise your arms into the air like a cheering fan.

The water was now waist-deep, splashing against your torso and swaying your body back and forth.

Pieces of broken pebbles dug into the balls of your feet, and you had to supress the urge to scream when a floating piece of seaweed tickled at your ankles.

A small wheeze left your lips though, and as you reached Fives and looked up, you noticed the concerned expression on Jesse’s face. Was it for Fives or for you? You couldn’t quite tell.

"Let me see." You requested, placing your busy hands on top of Fives’ shoulders.

"General, I'm fine. It's just a bit of water." Fives winced as he attempted an eyeroll, his hands having wrapped around your wrists.

He failed to notice the brief flash of panic in your eyes or the tension in your jaw as the water splashed onto your chest.

"Just a bit of... Water?" You repeated, swallowing harshly. Tugging your hands from his hold, you looked back up at him. "You look like you’re on some hard spice, Trooper. We’ll get your eye rinsed; we don’t know just how safe the water is."

The men behind him had gone awfully quiet, Fives noted as he silently pleaded with you. His eyes searched yours, his head tilting just the slightest. He wasn't a fan of silence, at least not when it came from his squad mates. And he knew all to well that they were watching like hawks, supressing their laughter.

However, as you stood there looking up at him, he couldn’t help but allow his resolve to crumble just a tiny bit. Who could say no to those sweet puppy eyes? Maybe Echo. Most definitely not Fives.

"Alright, lead the way." He finally let up, heaving a sigh. His eye was stinging a bit too much and it’s not like he minded the extra attention from you.

A snicker left one of the men behind you, and Fives was quick to whip his head around, motioning for them to ‘zip it’.

"General?"

"Fives?" You pursed your lips as you looked up at him, though you didn't last long as your gaze faltered, focusing on your primary target, the sunbed. You wouldn’t be rinsing his eye on the sand; it was too hot, and it felt like walking on lava rocks.

“Is it that bad? Or did you just want me all for yourself?” He asked, nudging your side with his elbow.

Wordlessly, you pushed him onto your sunbed.

“Aggressive, I can work with that.”

“Shut it.” You laughed out, shaking your head.

By that point, Rex had slowly begun waking up, rubbing tiredly at his eyes.

A confused hum left his lips as he noticed the state of your clothes. They were wet. Soaking wet, in fact.

"General?" His voice was deeper than normal, more guttural as he was recovering from his nap. "Why are you...Wet?"

“No reason, Captain.” You shrugged your shoulders with a wink.

Rex looked to Fives, giving him a confused look. He sat up in his sunbed, crossing his legs and rubbing his face. “There’s a first time for everything, I guess.”

“First time? First time for what?”

“Oh? Didn’t you know? Our General- “

“Rex.” The way his name rolled off the tip of your tongue had shivers running down his spine. It carried authority and a warning, but the captain was feeling quite daring. His chest puffed up, his whole demeanour changing. This wasn’t your sweet Captain Rex, this was cheeky Cadet Rex, ready to tell the most embarrassing of stories to his brother.

He looked over to Fives, leaning back on his hands.

“Our General over here is terrified of water.” He mused, recalling a specific memory, “On one of our first missions together, we were sent to a swampy planet. The General had us all fooled at first,” He paused, snickering at the displeased expression on your face, “The second a frog swam by, she was screaming and jumping into my arms. Jesse almost blasted the poor thing to bits!”

“Rex!” You exclaimed, throwing the damp rug at him, “You promised not to tell anyone!”

Rex sputtered as the cloth hit him square in the face, launching it into the air in retaliation. “Fives isn’t just anyone! Am I right or am I right?”

Fives looked between the two of you, his brows raised in shock and his eye looking much better.

“General? I’m not just anyone, I’m your favourite ARC Trooper!” He shook his head, pressing a hand to his chest. “I can’t believe you!”

Before you could deny his words or assure him, Rex was already stood by you.

“See General? You hurt his feelings.”

“N- No I didn’t! Fives you are my favourite, just don’t tell anyone, alright?” You pleaded, attempting your best puppy eyes yet. Your attempts faltered as he shook his head, feigning a hurt look.

“I’m not sure, General. You’ll have to make it up to me somehow,” He paused, exchanging mysterious looks with Rex.

“How can I make it up to you?”

“Oh I don’t know.. I’ll have to get back to you on that.” He retorted, pouting at you. Sometimes you forgot just how childish the man could be. You clutched the empty water bottle in your hand, readying it as your next weapon for Rex.

Turning towards him, a fake scowl twisted your expression.

“Don’t look at me like that, General, it’s a waste of a pretty face.” He quickly said, shielding his face as you raised the water bottle. Before it could leave your hands voluntarily though, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist.

“H- Huh?” A gasp left your lips as your body was swiftly rotated and slung over Fives’ shoulder like a sack of rations. That man really harboured more strength in those biceps than you knew. “Fives? What are you doing?”

“I’m having you repay me! Starting now!” He exclaimed and began moving. Rex moved to his side, keeping in step with Fives. Your eyes widened as the sunbed slowly moved further and further, becoming a distant promise of safety and comfort as salty waves made contact with Fives’ feet.

“Fives! L- Let me go! Please!” Your voice was reaching new peaks, rising higher and higher as you began kicking your legs. “I- I can’t swim!” You continued, lightly hitting his back.

His steps began to slow. You held your breath, leaning your head as far from the water as possible.

“You can’t swim? Are you serious or are you bullshitting me, General?” He asked, looking towards Rex, who only gave him a shrug of his shoulders.

“I promise! Please, please, please don’t go any further.” You pleaded once more, looking over to Rex too. Your hands were clasped together, as if you were praying to the two men. He exchanged glances with Fives, wordlessly communicating.

Rex looked over to you, pursing his lips.

“What’s holding y’guys up?” Hardcase shouted, coming closer and closer. “And since when did the General go into water that isn’t a part of her refresher?” He asked, coming to a stop with the three of you.

“Hardcase! You know I can’t swim! Help me, please!” You began kicking your feet again, leaning your head to the side. Your hands pushed against Fives’ back, attempting to heave yourself off.

His grip on you only tightened, and a squeak was forced from your chest as his palm squeezed your thigh.

“The General is a worse swimmer than me! At her level she isn’t even a swimmer, she’s a sinker!” He exclaimed, pointing to himself, Fives’ shoulders shook as a small laugh escaped him. You could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks, setting your skin aflame.

“Fine, I’ll let you go, but only ‘cause I trust Hardcase.” His voice was gruff as he lifted your body, slowly placing you in the water. Goosebumps attacked your skin once more, but this time from the chilling cold that encased you. Looking up, Fives wore a grin that challenged that of the cheshire cat. “You should see yourself, General. You look like an angry loth cat.” He said, pinching your cheek with one hand as the other rested on your waist, his hold firm but gentle, his thumb caressing your waist in small, centred circles.

Swatting his hand away, you looked back down to the water. It rested just below your hips but would venture higher up as the waves moved back and forth.

“D’you wanna go further?” Fives asked, his voice much closer now. Looking around, you noticed that Rex and the others had moved further into the water, where it now reached their chests.

Shaking your head, you turned back to Fives. “I can’t swim, plus I don’t have the same height advantage as you,” You paused, pointing to the others, “I’d be under water where they are now.”

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, crows’ feet tugging at the outer corners of his eyes. Your hands rose to his chest, steadying yourself as a rogue wave lifted your feet off the ground.

“C’mon, you can sit on my shoulders? I’m sure the others would be more than happy to have you around.” He asked, giving your waist a faint squeeze.

You took a moment to think over his proposition. Sure, being on his shoulders would mean you get to, mostly, stay out of the water. But what if you fell off? You cringed at the thought of water invading your nose, burning your windpipe and choking you from the inside out.

“I- I don’t know…” You paused.

Slowly, you looked up, your breath hitching in your throat. He was already watching you, admiring the tiny expressions you made as you watched his brothers. There was this smitten look resting across his face, as if you were the prettiest little thing he’s ever seen.

His face was so close, his body slightly brushing against your own. His scent invaded your senses, so much so you could almost taste it on the tip of your tongue.

The sunlight reflected in his eyes, outlining the different shapes and shades as if you were looking into a kaleidoscope. His irises had this gorgeous colour of warm honey, and they sparkled like a pair of amber crystals under the soft sunrays.

His skin glowed under the warmth, the rich olive colour becoming tanner the longer he sat outside of his armour, making Fives look healthier and happier. All of the men, in fact. Though their armour kept them safe and sound, you couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of them. They were in their zone.

Fives’ hand moved up to your face, his eyes concentrated on a stray piece of hair. The soft smile kept playing at his lips, never fully going but never fully staying.

There was a tension in his jaw, however, as his fingers toyed with your hair. It was like he was holding something back.

He moved the strand away, gently tucking it behind your ear, as best as it would go anyway.

“You’re gorgeous, cyar’ika.” His words came out as a whispered prayer, his gaze so tender and loving as he caressed your cheek with his knuckles.

It was as if your brain short-circuited again; his words dropped on you like a heavy boulder, so sudden, and yet your heartbeat was now racing a thousand miles per hour. Your breath was caught in your throat, and your mouth suddenly felt dry. Was this normal? Were you panicking or were you blushing? Were you going crazy? What was happening?

“F- Fives…” You whispered, your grip on his chest tightening. You never expected those words to come from him, or anyone at all. They weren’t meant for you. But if so, why did they make you so happy? So ecstatic and why did he make you swoon so hard?

He leaned his face a tad closer, just enough for you to feel his breath fanning over your lips.

You could feel his warmth, it was comparable to the sun itself. It rode in your veins, it had your blood bubbling up in excitement the longer he looked at you. You were just a small planet orbiting his sun, being pulled in closer and closer until all you could feel was the heat and the burn of him.

His tongue darted out to lick at his bottom lip, ridding it of dryness and discomfort.

But that small action had you going wild, feral even.

In that split moment, your gaze flickered to his lips. For a man who spent the majority of his life on a battlefield, his lips sure looked plump and made just for kissing.

It was like you were gravitating towards him, like a comet curve-balling around his planet, entangling around his soul and burning brightly at each twist and pull. His hold on you had your legs melting, as if you were nothing but a shard of ice, being thawed away at by his warm touch and sweetly whispered nothings.

His hand tilted your jaw, just enough for your lips to rest an inch from his. Any closer, and you’d be kissing, melting into one another.

Before either of you could do more, say more, the distant voice of Hardcase called out to you.

“Are you two comin’ or what?!” He shouted, cupping his mouth with both hands.

You jolted in your spot, effectively snapping out of whatever spell the man before you had cast on you. Clearly, he had been put under a spell too as his hands retracted and his posture stiffened.

“We’re on our way!” He shouted back, waving Hardcase off. His attention quickly returned to you, but the spell was now gone.

A lump formed in your throat, and you swallowed it down with struggle.

Uncertainty and fear tugged at your heartstrings, and Fives knew exactly what that meant.

“G- General-“

“I need to go.” Your voice was meek and shallow as you retracted from his touch, as if he left your skin with painful burns and sears wherever his fingertips touched. “Alone.” You continued, placing a hesitant palm on his chest as Fives attempted to follow you.

This couldn’t be happening.

With your back turned to him and your figure disappearing into the distance, Fives couldn’t help but curse under his breath. His lips slightly agape, he stood in the same spot you left him in just moments ago.

How could he have ruined everything in such a short amount of time?

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lonewolflupe · 5 months ago

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Signs Of Affection (One-Shot)

This is the result of my very first writing request! My friend @welcometo79s (Tumblr) asked me to spoil Fives with gifts, a bath and a nice dinner. I hope you like it, Vi! It was such a pleasure writing this (everything for our man Fives <3)!

Summary: when Fives starts receiving mysterious gifts, it takes him a while to realise they're not some prank from one of his brothers Rating: Teen and up Tags: 501st shenanigans, (domestic) fluff (affection/caring/kissing), SFW Words: 2,845k Pairing: CT-5555 Fives x gen!reader Read this one-shot here on AO3

PART I

“Fives, stop leaving your stuff all over the place!”

Dogma's voice echoed through the 501st quarters, making all the present troopers look up in surprise. Fives shot upright from his bunk, streaking a hand through his messy hair before looking at whatever Dogma was talking about.

“Wha- That's not even mine!” Fives cried out in defence when he laid eyes on the small package Dogma was carrying. In his turn, Dogma shot him an incredulous look, his lips pressed in an unamused line before continuing. “Well, it has your name on it,” he shot at Fives, a scornful look on his face.

Fives walked over and snatched the package from Dogma’s hands, his brows in a confused frown. “What the..,” he muttered, as he examined it. His name was neatly written on a little card attached to it, a small yet elegant bow wrapped around the blue paper. He returned to his bunk, sat down and slowly unwrapped it. His expression shifted from utter confusion into blatant irritation. Inside the package was a bar of soap.

Fives glanced through the quarters until he laid eyes on the brother he was looking for. “Jesse, was this you? If you want me to use the ‘fresher, just tell me to my face!” he shot at the unsuspecting trooper, waving around the soap bar in frustration.

“What are you talking about?” Jesse shouted through the quarters, looking up to see Fives waving with the soap. As soon as he recognised the object, he started roaring with laughter. It took him a while to calm down, making Fives’ frustration even worse. “Vod, that wasn't me. But if you ever find out who the sender is, let me know tho; I'd like to thank them in person.”

Fives shot him an annoyed look, crumpled the wrapping paper into a ball and threw it across the room towards Jesse, only making him start laughing all over. Fives put the soap bar at his side and laid back down on his bunk, fretting over who could have pulled this prank on him.

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A small envelope came next. Again, it had Fives’ name on it, written in glittery blue. Since no sender had come forward after the last package, not just Fives, but all troopers were starting to get curious about the mysterious gifts.

When Fives sat down to see what content the envelope was holding, Tup and Hardcase huddled together behind him, looking over his shoulder in anticipation when he opened it. He emptied its contents above his hand, and some red rose petals came falling out. Again, no explanatory note came with it; it was just the petals.

Without uttering a word, Fives looked blankly at the envelope's contents in his hand. Hardcase leaned forward, almost crawling over Fives’ shoulder to have a better look. “What are- Are those edible?” Hardcase asked, completely lost on what Fives was holding.

Very much amused, Tup started chuckling and placed his hand on Hardcase’s shoulder. “Those are rose petals; they're leaves from a flower,” he elaborated, before taking one from Fives’ hand and examining it carefully. A genuine smile appeared on his face; the symbolism wasn't lost on him. “Fives, do you have anyone special.. An admirer?”

The credit dropped when Fives finally thought about you. He had totally misinterpreted the previous gift, and now that Tup mentioned someone special, it started to make sense. Well, making sense was somewhat far-fetched; he still didn't know what use a bar of soap and rose petals had to him.

“I.. I guess.. they're the one sending me these gifts?” he slowly stated, not too confident, but he couldn't think of a different explanation. Tup’s smile widened and he started patting Fives on the shoulder. “Looks like you've found yourself a good one,” he said, before leaving him to ponder in peace, dragging Hardcase along with him.

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The third present was a sturdy spork made out of metal, and Fives definitely felt more excited about it than he was after unwrapping the bar of soap. But it got even more interesting with the fourth and final gift.

Subtly, Fives made it for his bunk without alerting his brothers; he wanted to open it in private, without raising an array of questions about you, what the gifts meant and what your intentions were.

Sitting on his bunk, with his back towards his brothers, he opened the gift card carton and a keycard slid out, together with a little note with coordinates and a time, which was set not much later that evening. His lips curled into a wide smile as he cautiously put the card back into the carton.

Now for the matter of leaving the quarters unnoticed. Fives tried walking out as casually as possible, but just when he reached the exit, Jesse blocked it. “Where are you off to at this hour?” he shot at Fives with a suspicious grin on his face. “Gotta use that bar of soap,” Fives returned after a short silence, allowing his lips to slide into a smirk. “Sure thing, Fives,” Jesse chuckled, before freeing the exit for him.

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PART II

It hadn't taken Fives long to figure out the coordinates to your home; he was an ARC trooper, after all. He used the keycard you had gifted him, and your front door slid open. You weren't there to welcome him; he was only met by a dimly lit room.

He was just about to call out your name, as he was starting to question if you were even home at all, when he noticed the trail of rose petals on the floor. He frowned in confusion, but remembered one of your earlier gifts all too well. He decided to follow the trail.

At the end of it, he found a bathtub, filled to the brim with hot, steamy water. Soapy bubbles topped the water's surface, the room filled by the soap's luscious aroma. It all felt warm and welcoming to Fives; like coming home. He took off one of his gloves, and with a content smile on his face, he started twirling his fingers through the soapy water.

“Is it too hot?” Your voice startled him, since he had been so caught up with the bath that he hadn't noticed you entering the room behind him. He looked at you warily, and you couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of it. “Don't worry, it's just me,” you eased his mind as you walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist.

He returned the embrace and inhaled deeply when he pulled you close, before placing a soft kiss on your scalp. “I'm glad it is, ner cyare*,” he said softly, before slightly pulling away and gently taking your chin between his fingers to guide your gaze towards his.

*ner cyare = my beloved

You smiled up to him; you were so happy he was finally in your home, allowing for some private time together. “Did you figure out all my gifts?” you asked him, your smile changing into an amused smirk. Fives snorted whilst shaking his head. “The vague ones are making sense now.” You couldn't help but laugh at his reply. “The vague ones?”

He let go of you and shrugged his shoulders, a sheepish grin adorning his face. “Didn't have a lot of privacy figuring them out. The boys started getting suspicious. Especially Jesse,” he elaborated, whilst starting to take off pieces of his armour.

You leaned back and folded your arms whilst looking at him as he undressed. “He'd make a great ARC trooper,” you continued Jesse's case. Fives scoffed and briefly glanced up at you, and you noticed the amused flicker in his eyes. “For being annoying?” You couldn't help but laugh, and the sound warmed his heart. “For being capable,” you huffed amusedly after you regained yourself from laughing.

Fives continued undressing by taking off his blacks, but granted you a flirtatious look in between. “So as an ARC trooper, you're calling me capable?” You chuffed and waved your hand at him; you were almost impressed by the way he changed the subject. “I didn't say that,” you teased him, and he interrupted his undressing to shoot you an exaggerated look of shock and disappointment. “But you know what I think of you,” you quickly continued with a smirk on your face.

When he was completely undressed, he found his way inside the bathtub. He put his arms on the sides and with a deep, content exhale, let himself slide backwards. He closed his eyes and let his head rest on the rim of the tub.

It took him a while to notice you weren't undressing. He lifted his head and looked at you confused. “You're not gonna join me?” You shot him a smile and rolled up your sleeves. “I'm going to take care of you,” you replied whilst grabbing a stool and placing it behind him. “I like the sound of that,” he said softly, before relaxing again.

You sat down on the stool behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Did you bring that bar of soap with you?” you asked softly, not wanting to startle him, since his eyes were already shut. “It's.. It's somewhere..,” he muttered, losing all sense of the galaxy. You chuckled softly. “Don't worry, I think I have some more over here.”

After you had found another bar of soap, you gently started scrubbing Fives’ battle-worn skin with it. You made circling movements on his chest, slowly going down to his abdomen. You softly nudged him forwards, and when he did, you scrubbed his lower back and slowly moved up again. He sighed contently as he was leaning forward, focussed on your touch and movements only.

When you were done with his back, you gently grabbed his shoulder to guide his back against the tub again. He briefly opened his eyes to look at you over his shoulder, and you smiled at him before placing a quick kiss on his cheek.

With the bar of soap still in your hand, you continued your movements, circling over the tense muscles on his shoulders to help loosen them. You smoothly slid the soap over his muscular arm towards his hand. When you reached it, he briefly interrupted you by taking yours and squeezed it.

When you were done with the bar of soap, you grabbed a bottle of shampoo and put some of the creamy substance on your fingers. You started spreading it on top of his head, tenderly massaging his scalp with the tips of your fingers in the process. You gently twirled his dark locks between your fingers, making sure you didn't miss a spot. Fives hummed softly and you felt him slowly starting to doze off.

You carefully washed the soap from his hair, and when you were done, you wrapped your arms around his neck and placed your head at his side, putting your cheek against his. He muttered something unintelligible, and you smiled before kissing his jaw.

He could relax here for a bit longer; you had to attend to the next part of your plan. Without making a sound, afraid you would startle him, you got up from the stool and left the bathroom, leaving Fives behind in a state of relaxation he had never experienced before.

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PART III

When Fives finally opened his eyes, it took him a moment to realise he was in your home. He looked around the bathroom calmly, slowly taking in his surroundings. Two things stood out to him: you weren't in the room anymore, and something smelled kriffing delicious.

With some effort, he heaved himself out of the bathtub and dried himself with the towel you had left him. He slid into the most comfortable bathrobe; he had never worn one before, but he simply couldn't believe they were this soft. With a smile on his face, he looked at the bath one last time before he left the room, in search of you - and for the source of the mouthwatering scent.

He found you in the small kitchen of your humble abode, although its size didn't hold you back from going all out cooking dinner. The sink was filled with used pots and pans, whilst a few others were still on the nanowave stove. The room was filled with the scents of oven baked fish and grilled vegetables. Fives watched you in silence for a moment, before he cleared his throat.

You were so focused on the cooking that he startled you; you hadn’t noticed him entering the room. But you regained yourself quickly, and shot him a loving smile. “I didn’t want to interrupt you just yet,” you caringly said to him, whilst preparing some plates for dressing. Fives walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing a soft kiss on your head. “I haven't been this clean in forever,” he replied with a smirk on his face. You chuffed amusedly, before turning around in his arms. “I hope you’re hungry too,” you said with a flicker in your eyes.

“You bet I am,” he replied in a playful way, before moving closer and landing his lips on yours. You were all too happy to receive them, and answered his kiss gladly. You wrapped your arms around his neck to be closer to him, to reach him more eagerly. With ease, he heaved you on top of the kitchen counter before continuing the passionate kissing, your lips stroking and your noses brushing against each other.

The sound of a kitchen alarm interrupted your moment, and whilst chuckling, you slightly pulled away from him. “Gotta complete the mission,” you whispered to him, as you looked into his brown eyes. His lips folded into a grin, before replying: “Mission’s always first.”

Whilst you finished up cooking and dressing the plates, Fives sat down at your table, his gaze not averting from your every move. It didn’t matter where he was, as long as he was with you, he felt at home. And you were currently making that feeling growing ever stronger with taking care of him. He wished he never had to leave again.

The plate you put in front of him looked divine. A piece of oven baked blackfish laid on a lush bed of grilled vegetables, decorated with some fresh herbs. In a separate bowl, you served Corellian buckwheat noodles with a creamy sauce. Fives, being used to ration bars and whatever would be served at the mess hall back at the barracks, had never seen anything this delicious. He looked up at you confused, not sure if this was meant for him at all. “Dig in,” you encouraged him with an approving nod, an amused smile adorning your face.

And he did. He carefully took his first bite, and when the buttersoft fish melted in his mouth, he closed his eyes and you noticed how the corners of his mouth twitched upwards. He took pleasure from every chew, trying to figure out all the flavours. And with every next bite, he made sure to let you know he was enjoying it, his content not only showing from his face, but from the sounds he made as well.

You couldn’t help but laugh in both amusement and endearment; it made you happy knowing you could give him something to distract him from the war, from the suffering and the losses. He deserved that. “What?” he asked you, his mouth full and a sheepish look on his face. You placed your hand on top of his whilst you shook your head. “Nothing. Please continue,” you chuckled at him, and he didn’t have to be told twice.

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Fives made sure there was not a stain left on any of the plates or bowls before he leaned backwards, uttering a sigh of content. “That was.. That was delicious. Thank you, ner cyare,” he smiled at you, and you affectionately returned the smile. You got up to your feet and started clearing the table, but he interrupted you. “Here, let me,” he shot at you, before taking the plates from your hands. He helped you do the dishes and clean up your kitchen, and nearly needed another bath when he was done. You laughed when you used a towel to wipe away the soapy remnants on his bathrobe, and when you were done, he gently took your hands into his.

You looked up into his eyes, dreading the inevitable goodbye. “How long before you have to head back?” you asked softly, swallowing at your own words; you didn’t want him to leave. Not just yet. “I have some time left,” he comforted you, before placing a tender kiss on your forehead. You chuckled softly at his touch. When he pulled back, you briefly squeezed his hands and asked: “Holofilm?” He closed his eyes and with the most tender touch in the galaxy, he leaned his forehead against yours. “Yeah, as long as I can stay a little longer with you.”

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cyarikasmoon · 8 months ago

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Find Someone Better

Arc Trooper Fives x Reader

Summary: Blowing off steam with the ARC Trooper you hate (the feeling is mutual).

Pairing: Arc Trooper Fives x bartender f!reader

Word Count: 1471 words

Warnings: smut, pure shameless smut, hate sex, P in V sex, creampie, rough sex, rough oral, oral fingering, mirror sex, quickie, hair pulling, choking, possessive, NASTY

Divider by: @freesia-writes & @saradika

A/N: a gift for my lovely gal @cocolinagoodnight I hope she enjoys! But OOF this was nasty hehe but fun to write! Sorry I haven’t posted in a few weeks life has been busy! But I hope you like this piece! Enjoy! X

Rhythmic grunts echo out in the fresher, followed by a wet slapping noise. The distant sound of music dulled out by the jammed door to the fresher so no one could come in. Because what would they say if they saw such an esteemed ARC Trooper fucking the bartender he hates with such vigor?

Your hands grip the edge of the sink, the only thing keeping you upright as he fucks into you hard and fast. He fucks you from behind, his body leaning over you as his hips snap forward. The bulk of his plastoid armour, heavy and uncomfortable and grates against your bare skin. Your back is now red and aching. He had pulled the fabric of your uniform top up, your tits hanging free and exposed and a gloved hand moved to grab one of them, grip hard and aching as he squeezed.

You cry out and he snaps his hips forward hard and fast, pushing in deep and hard, all the way to the hilt.

“Fuckin’, keep your mouth shut.” He grunts, leaning over you, his short puffs of breath loud and warm against your ear.

You pant and manage to roll your eyes as he stills for a moment.

“Afraid someone will catch us, CT-5555?” You whisper with a taunt, pushing back against him, clenching around his cock.

He clenches his teeth and he pinches your nipple hard and you gasp. He releases it in a second so he can grab the back of your hair and yanks your neck back. You inhale sharply, focusing on keeping your lips shut so you don’t whimper for him. You narrow your eyes, sharp gaze locking on his dark gaze as he glares at you with so much anger.

You can see in his eyes how much he hates being referred to by just a number. But god the results are worth riling him up like this.

He grips your hair tight, painful and sharp and his other hand releases your bruising hip to move to your throat and you hate how you swallow and squirm as he applies pressure. You hate even more how you feel yourself getting wetter; your arousal soaking his cock buried to the hilt in your cunt.

His lips quirk up at this, an arrogant self righteous smirk but as you squirm again, he squeezes your throat and tugs on your hair.

“Stop fuckin’ moving!” He groans, grinding his hips flush against your ass. “You’re so annoying, can’t even stay still for a second.”

He continues to grind his hips hard and deep against you, grunting in your ear as he does so and you feel so incredibly full. You feel like you can’t breathe, eyes rolling back and flickering shut as you groan.

“Look at you whining for my cock. Can’t get enough of it can you?”

The pull on your hair is painful now, tears are pricking in the corner of your eyes, you open your mouth, ready to curse him out when he suddenly pulls out, surprising you with the sudden emptiness. A hand on your back pushes you down, so you are practically bent in half and two hands manoeuvre you so your arse is on full display, as well as your dripping cunt.

You turn to look, clenching around nothing when suddenly two fingers push in, curling up quickly and your knees buckle.

“So needy all the time, so desperate for my cock aren't you?” He sneers, fingers pumping in and out at a brutal pace. “Bet you need to be filled all the time. Bet you’ve taken so much of my vode. Anyone who comes into 79’s and spares you a glance.

“Fuck you.” You gasp out, rage fueling you at his filthy words but you hear how wet you sound as he fucks you with his fingers.

“Nah, you don’t get to come on my cock. Not yet at least. You hardly deserve it.” He gloats, curling his fingers.

You roll your eyes, a snarl on your lips. “You keep coming back to fuck me though, don’t you? Can’t get enough of this pussy.”

He pulls his fingers out and your lips part, ready to add more liquid tibanna to the fire when suddenly a sharp sting. As he slaps your cunt, you cry out, knees finally giving out and he holds you up effortlessly.

Pushing your hips to the sink and bending you over again, your hands reach out, palms flat against the mirror there. Your eyes manage to focus again as you see the looming bulk of the ARC Trooper caging you in. You barely have time to process when he suddenly pushes his thick length back deep in you, then immediately pulls almost all of the way out before he slams back in.

With the air knocked out of you, you watch with hazy eyes and soft whimpers as he beguins to fuck you hard and fast. Like a man starved, quenched of thirst and as if his life depended on it. Brutal, fast, powerful. Slick noises fill the air as his cock pounds into you again and again and again.

“Going to make you come all over my cock. Then I’m going to fill you up so much, I’ll be leaking out of you for the rest of your shift, dripping down your legs.”

The pure filth leaving his mouth drives you closer to your orgasm, losing yourself in the ideas and promises as all you care about is the release.

“You can parade around 79’s, serving drinks looking so fucked out. All cock dumb because of me.”

You hate how you mewl at his words, hands clammy against the mirror and you see how wrecked you look.

“Going to ruin everyone else for you. No one will ever fuck you as good as I do. No one will ever make you come like I do. You can go after as many clones as you want. They. Arent. Me.”

He grunts out each word with a powerful thrust, causing your breath to hitch and rise in octave.

He somehow moves after, hand in your hair tugging hard and other hand, palm on the small of your back, pushing you down on the sink, the edge of it digging into your abdomen uncomfortably but you don’t care.

You’re so close.

“Fives!” You give in, yielding and crying out his name.

The dark breathless chuckle leaves his lips and he knows he’d won this round of the silly tooka and womp rat game you play when he is planet side.

“Wasn’t so hard was it?” He smirks. “So fuckin’ annoying-”

The palm pushing your back down is gone and the moment his fingers touch your clit your gasping and moaning, writhing under his touch as your aching clit finally is given attention. He moves faster and deeper, driving his cock home deep in your cunt as his finger tipers rub quick harsh circles, rushing your orgasm.

The build up increases rapidly, and it hits you like a tidal wave as the tremors travel through your body as you come hard and faster, body shaking and you cream over his cock as it plunges deep. You let out a broken sob of a moan at the sudden feeling and all you can do is watch in the mirror as he pulls your hair, arching your back as he comes with a choked groan.

You feel his white cum paint your walls and fill you up deep as he grinds his hips into you, riding out his orgasm and taking you into oversensitivity as he is merciless with your clit. As he finally slows to a halt, you grab his wrist and yank him away from your throbbing cunt.

His cock slips out and you shudder at the feel of his spend trickling out of you slowly. You clench trying to keep it in and turn to look at him, holding onto the sink for support. You pant heavily, chest heaving, shining with sweat. Fives tucks his softening cock back into his blacks and attaches his cod pieces again and picks up his discarded bucket.

He stands there. chest moving fast, but with the plastoid armour covering his large build, he already looks composed. Put together as if he hasnt just almost fucked you within an inch of your life. He looks you over, lips turning up smug.

“I fucking hate you.” You breathe out, the words weak and half hearted and he snorts.

“Hate you too, sweetheart.” He turns to leave the fresher and glances back with a smirk. “Try and see if you can find someone better until I’m back on Coruscant.”

You glare in fury as he leaves but your cunt already aches at the idea of your next encounter with Arc Trooper Fives.

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masterjedilenawrites · 1 year ago

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

Fives x grumpy!reader | 1k words

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

What were you doing?

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

Yeah, lame.

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

"What's cookin, good lookin?"

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

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

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

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

"That bag in your hands."

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

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

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

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

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

"No way, a river whale?!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

You rolled your eyes. "Seriously?"

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

You just shook your head at him.

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

"No."

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

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

Fives grinned. "Willy it is!"

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

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

"Huh?"

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

"Oh."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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marymunchkiin · 1 year ago

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𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘐 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵.

𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮.

Fanfic fanart I made based on Freedom Dance, a short Fives x GN!Reader fanfic written by @corona-one, who wrote it with inspiration from this Clones in Suits artwork that I had drawn beforehand. ☺️ Girl in the pic is a random cyar'ika character I made 🤣

Man, what I'd do to be in that position with Fives tho 😩😩😩

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zoeykallus · 2 years ago

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Hi! I hope that you are having a good time and have been able to get some rest.

I would like to make a request featuring clones of your choice.

How do you think the Clones would react to meeting their S/O's sibling, who happens to be their identical twin?

Sounds like fun 😊

So, I picked some clones and scenarios that came to mind 😅

Fives/Rex/Crosshair/Gregor x TwinReader HCs - I've Seen That Face Before

Fluff/Humor/Confusion

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Fives

He comes swinging into your apartment as usual, with the spare key he got from you last week. He doesn't know that your sister is visiting. You are in the open kitchen and can see him coming into the living room. Just the way Fives is, he puts an arm around your sibling's waist and says, "Hello, beautiful, I missed you". But at the same moment he says the words, you see his facial expression change. "Something's wrong here," he says quietly, confused, alarmed. "You must be Fives," your twin says dryly, squirming out of his arm, "I can say Fives, can't I?" "Uh, sure, but you can also call me confused." Then he hears you laugh and looks in your direction. He lets out a sigh of relief and comes over to you, hugging you and kissing your face. "There you are," he says with a grin. "Yes, and I see you've met my twin sibling as well". Fives nods to your sibling with a shy smile and says meekly, "Sorry for the stormy greeting."

Your twin waves it off, "Don't worry, you wouldn't believe how often we get confused". Fives laughs and says amused, "You do know I'm a clone, right? Mix-ups with outsiders are a daily occurrence for us. Well, now I know how it feels to be on the other end of this situation"

Rex

He is so stressed, you have a date, but due to a chain of unfavorable circumstances beyond his control, he is late, almost a whole hour. He arrives at the meeting place, the small coffee shop where you met, at the table where your twin is sitting and waiting for you because you are still getting pastries. Rex knows that you wanted to bring a sibling, but he doesn't know about your resemblance. He kisses your surprised twin on the cheek, presses the bouquet of flowers into their hand, and your twin looks at him, blinking, as he sits down across from them at the small table. "I'm so sorry darling, I know we're going to miss the movie, but maybe we can still make the night screening" "Rex-" He raises his hands and interrupts your twin, "I know, I know, it's happened a few times now, unfortunately because of work. I'll make it up to you. I promise," he smiles suggestively, leans forward a bit across the table and says conspiratorially, "Tonight, when we're alone again, I'll spoil you rotten." "Rex I-" He continues smiling mischievously, "The full program anything you want, I'll be your slave tonight...or you're mine depending on what you feel like" "Rex-"

He blinks and stares at your twin. "Where's your sibling anyway, didn't they want to go to the movies with us?" Your twin finally blurts out, "I AM THE SIBLING!" Rex stiffens, stares thunderstruck at the person he has in front of him, then notices a few tiny little differences. If he hadn't been so rattled, he might have noticed sooner. "Oh... oh maker" He sees you coming toward the table and repeats, "Oh dear maker.... please don't tell how much I just embarrassed myself" Rex says quietly pleading with your twin. "Let's see how well I like you after tonight," Rex gets in response with a cheeky little grin.

Crosshair

He already knows that he will meet your twin, he is more or less prepared. And even though he's used to seeing many of the same faces through his clone brothers, he's still a bit surprised when he sees you with your sibling. "And you're sure you're not from Kamino?" he asks dryly. You chuckle. "No, Cross, we're not clones," you assure him. Your twin seems less amused, eyeing your boyfriend critically. Then he does something thoughtless, a stupid joke he quickly regrets. "It's good to know that there's a second copy of you. If it doesn't work out between us, maybe it will work out with the twin". Your twin says dryly, "Certainly not. Better get rid of that idiot fast". Crosshair wants to sink into the ground, but he raises his hands placatingly. "Woah, relax. It was just a joke. Admittedly a stupid joke, as I have to say now in retrospect. It sounded more amusing in my mind." Your twin rolls their eyes, and Crosshair realizes he's gotten himself in hot water. He looks at you cautiously, seeking help. "Kitten, you know it was just a stupid joke, right?" You laugh softly, roll your eyes, and say, "Of course I do." Your twin, however, can't quite warm up to your partner, and that probably won't change.

Gregor

He comes to the meeting place and sees you both there. With his shy little chuckle, he says, "Okay, firstly, I'm sober, I just wanted to establish that. But I still see you double, darling." You both roll your eyes but have to giggle anyway. "Cute," says your twin. "Told you so," you say with a laugh, pointing to the seat next to you, whereupon Gregor sits down with you and presses a kiss to your temple. Your twin asks, "And, how is it for you, to know that there is a twin?" Gregor shrugs and says lightly, "Well, I have a lot of brothers who are practically identical. Your sister doesn't have a problem with that either, does she?" You both nod. "Good point," you say with a smile, "But you're still unique." Gregor kisses your forehead again, "That's sweet of you, but there are also differences between you two that I saw right away. I'm sure there are a few more that you only find out over time" "Like what, for example," you ask curiously.

"Your posture, the way you move, is different, not too much, but enough that it's noticeable when you look closely. The way you talk, emphasize words. Even in appearance, there are very subtle, differences, hardly noticeable if you don't look closely, but they are there." Your twin says, "You should hold on to that one, he seems smart and attentive, especially the latter is rare to find." You say with a satisfied smile, "Don't worry, I plan to do just that." Gregor says with his trademark giggle, "And I'll be happy to let you hold me."

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Prompt 10 with either Fives or a clone of your choice from @the-bad-batch-baroness list of prompts? 👉👈

The Long Way Home [Fives x Reader]

Prompt ten: "Did you feel that?" "Feel what?" "It's starting to rain."

List of all prompts found here [X]. Prompt will be highlighted in blue.

Warnings and Information: Wanting a taste of domesticity the moment he gets shore leave, Fives wants to spend the day with you doing general couple-ly things. A little shopping at the early winter markets of Coruscant, and utilizing every excuse to shower you in all the compliments he can to make up for lost time. When the weather has other ideas regarding your shared plans for the day, Fives is determined to make the best of a less than ideal situation.

This is a general fluff + relationship fic at its core; friendly for all ages this go-round. Reader written with fem!reader in mind, not described save for minor notes about clothing and briefly implied (but not specified) height difference. Fives being a sweetheart. Sprinkling of Mando’a as a treat. As an additional treat, Order 66? Don't know her; Palpatine died and the Republic won the war. 🩷 2nd person POV.

Word-count: 5,912

There's a knock at the front door of your residence, one you've been eagerly expecting most of the morning. You're quick to reach the door, keying him in so he can step inside where it's warm. He's late; which he had warned you about well in advance. And the first thing he offers before his usual hellos is an apology.

A well-practiced one at that, from the warm cadence of his voice, brimming with just the right amount of shame.

“I'm so sorry to keep you waiting, mesh'la, I-”

You tug him close with the collar of his civilian wear (a thick, handmade sweater given to him by Hardcase who had recently taken up knitting since breaking one of his legs - so you're certain to handle it delicately) in a very practiced motion. As expected, it shuts him up just long enough to get a word in while he puts himself nose to nose with you. Practically close enough to taste the words on the others’ lips. “Hey. It's okay Fives. I understand the captain probably needed your help with something, or, you volunteered yourself to help. Again.” Your partner with his well-groomed goatee has a penchant for stepping up and lending a hand to a brother in need, brave and dependable to the end.

Full lips dart apart, the tender flesh brushing over your own lips being this close is nigh impossible to avoid. “Are you teasing or expecting an answer?” Fives asks, hinting to his building confusion below a toothy grin. “Makin’ it hard to tell what you want when I can’t see all of your pretty face.”

That's fair of him to say, you should suppose. “Mostly teasing,” you promise him, at last permitting yourselves to kiss one another as part of the process - brief, chaste, sweet. “You know I wouldn't press you for details if it was classified ARC business.” You never have. Never will until you know the mission has been completed at least; because while you often burn with questions (as is only natural and expected in what was once a friendship, now a partnership) pertaining to his duties and practiced protocols within the GAR, you take the mantra “loose lips sink starships” very close to heart.

Should you ever say something that could jeopardize the safety of the one you love, you’d never forgive yourself.

“No, not ARC business,” Fives offers at last, “I, uh… I told you I was gonna be running late because some of my brothers asked for my help with something kinda last minute.” The palm of his left hand strokes the back of his neck in a self-soothing fashion, a tell of either embarrassment or shame. “I couldn’t bring myself to say no…”

“Young brothers?”

Fives only answers with a nod and an appeasing smile, knowing where this is going.

“Star-struck little brothers wanting to ask what’s it like being an ARC trooper, and how they can train to be just like you?” you muse, exaggerating your train of thought with a couple of taps against your chin with the finger of your non-dominant hand, the other arm wrapped across your body.

It does not slip your notice how his tanned face begins to look a little flushed when you playfully bat your eyes at him for good measure, knowing what that kind of praise does to him combined with the light teasing.

“More or less…”

You giggle, not at him or at his expense, but more the mental image than anything. You can picture Fives, being as eager as he was to come see you now that he had shore leave, getting roped into regaling doe-eyed Clones with lengthy recountings of his service since becoming an ARC. All he wanted to do was peruse the early winter markets with you, the entire idea his from the start; and there he was, at least an hour of his precious free time used up already. All because he was too much of a selfless and wholeheartedly good person for his own good, on occasion.

“I’m sure they appreciated you and Echo doing that.” Fives doesn’t have to mention his surviving squadmate, Echo, to know that the other half of the nicknamed Domino Twins had sacrificed his own time to answer a few (or a hundred, more rather) burning questions. “I’m sure the captain did, too.”

The humble grin is confirmation enough for you. You can continue to tease him later, however - you’re both wasting daylight the longer the two of you choose to linger in your comfortable Coruscanti apartment rather than getting the rest of your things ready. Light coats or other appropriate outerwear still needs to be gathered, the credits you’ve been setting aside for this occasion needs to come out of hiding, and he still needs to collect the rest of his civilian-wear he planned on wearing. There’s only so much space within trooper accommodations for everything he’s accumulated since the start of your relationship. Thick-knit hats, fleece-lined gloves, a scarf in 501st blue, things of that nature.

And boots. It’d probably be wise to grab a pair of all-weather boots rather than tromp the markets in your slipper-socks, no matter how tempting the smooth streets would prove.

Fives is ready far sooner than you, owing to how little he needed to add or change into to be more weather-ready, but he waits patiently. No teasing remarks for how long it takes you to disentangle a simple scarf from all the others, or the childlike nature of repeating the phrase that helped you remember how to tie your shoes even to this day, or any of the other silly little habits you comfortably show in front of him. There’s only a warm, endeared smile to be seen. He’s just happy to be here, to be in your presence after so long, and see all these little puzzle pieces into why he loves you as though for the first time, every time.

“What are you staring at?” you ask with a bemused laugh bubbling up from your throat. Time to time, you struggle to figure your partner out, wondering what can be chalked up to his training and what can be passed off as quirks unique to him. You’ve gotten better with time and practice, being able to discern these instances. “What’s on that beautiful mind of yours, Fives?”

“Nothing more than perhaps the most beautiful person in all the galaxy, cyare.” Fives replies in earnest, dazzling you with one of those smiles that had charmed you since the very beginning. “And how I get to spend most of my first day of shore leave with that person, all to myself.”

Torn between scoffing and brushing him off with oh surely you can’t mean the most beautiful person thing and trying to shield your flushing face from view, so certain your cheeks must be scarlet red with all the flattery, you busy yourself with ensuring your door is locked and secure against unwelcome visitors. There’s been a minor rash of break-ins lately, and you know that a simple door lock won’t do anything to deter the truly determined - only the honest - it always seems to get a bit worse just before large deployments get shore leave… funny how that goes.

At least you get a little help when it can be spared by those serving with the Corrie Guard, given your proximity to the senate buildings here. There was no small amount of surprise the day Commander Fox himself turned up at your doorstep to follow-up with a reported break-in for the unit above your own. He could claim he was there just to ask if you happened to notice anything, and nothing more than that, but you knew better. Working in loose relation to the complex goings-on with the Galactic Senate and the red-clad commander turning up only two hours after mentioning the incident to Fives was too big a coincidence to ignore. (You can only wonder what strings in the line of communication your smarty-pants of a boyfriend had to pull in order to get in touch with Commander Fox, directly.)

A smarty-pants that you had all kinds of preconceived plans to spend the rest of the day with, all to yourself.

The ambling walk to the marketplace offers the pair of you plenty of time to catch up since you last spoke on the comms just over two weeks ago; it was a Zhellday if you're not mistaken.

You don't really bring up your work if you can help it; the problems seem so trivial when you compare them to the frustrations of stamping out those stubborn pockets of Separatist resistance Fives and all his brothers have been dealing with since winning the war just a year ago. A malfunctioning caf-machine spraying your last clean work uniform seems like nothing compared to a desperate firefight against the horrifying, mechanical amalgamations the standard CIS battle droids have become as less and less functional droids become available.

You have to ask Fives to be sure you heard him right after he says it. “Hold on: it had eight arms?”

“Some Separatist-sympathizer - one who's, admittedly, crafty but incredibly elusive - has been a real pain in our shebs for a while now. ‘Case was so badly spooked by the crazy-looking clanker that he fell over backwards on a crate full of smuggled produce.” Fives explains, struggling not to laugh when explaining of all possible ways Hardcase recently broke his leg, it was falling over backwards on a box of illegal fruit and veg.

“He’s okay, right?” you prod, “What'd Kix have to say about the break?”

It's touching to Fives when you show your concern for his brothers, knowing you have genuine interest in their well-being. You always have. When you heard that the production of the cloning facilities were coming to an end on Kamino thanks to Chancellor Organa’s new bill, your immediate thought had been for the young cadets who had not yet finished training.

What's going to happen to those little brothers, Fives? All the Clones still developing in the tubes and the nurseries and-

Mesh'la, with any luck, they'll become the envy of the entire GAR. They'll never have to taste war like we have if we squash out the remaining Separatists sooner than later.

Fives gives the cuff to one of the sweater sleeves an experimental tug with a beaming smile. “Kix said the worst of it will be the bed rest for Hardcase. At least he's found a way to keep his hands busy between the physical therapy he has to do, thanks to Dogma.”

“Aww. That was kind of him.” you croon. He mirrors the relieved smile, sharing in your relief that his brother's injury was not as bad as you feared. He begins fishing through one of his pockets for something, saying he has a picture to show you.

“Hardcase made Dogma the ugliest possible blanket using yarn we had scrounged up for him as a way of saying thanks. Thing's got all sorts of colors from baby pink, to brick red, even a smidge of neon yellow somewhere in there.”

Without question, the immaculate bunk within the frame can be none other than Dogma's. Laid out in a uniform manner is a tidily-knit but disorganized rainbow of yarn in every shade of blue and a handful of other colors. (Sure enough, you can pick out the baby pink, the brick red, and the neon yellow Fives previously mentioned.) Honestly, you think it looks ugly only because there's no reason or order to any of the colors. A crisp, sky blue next to the imagined dryness of such a dusty shade of red is a bit jarring, visually.

‘Case was likely working with the colors of yarn as he received them, if his brothers were coming up with loose odds and ends as Fives claims they did.

You voice the question that crosses your mind the more you look at the image in your boyfriend's hand, “Does Dogma actually use the blanket, or is it just for show until it's time to sleep?”

“Wondered that myself.” Fives admits to you with a cheeky wink between thumbing over to the next picture, a still of Dogma tucked under both the GAR-issued blanket and Hardcase’s, “It was so worth pretending to be asleep for forty-five minutes just to get Dogma to go to bed.” Dogma's always been the last to fall asleep within shared accommodations, so for the ARC trooper you're arm-in-arm with to have pulled the oldest trick in the book in order to get to the bottom of a low-stakes mystery, you can only imagine how disciplined you'd have to be to lay so still and silent for that long.

“Why not just ask him in the morning?” you laugh, realizing how simple it would be to do just that rather than go through such efforts to trick someone into going to bed. Fives shrugs noncommittally in response before tucking his personal device away again, now that you're both within earshot of the outdoor winter market.

It's bustling with activity, even for Coruscant. The pressing crowds and all-encompassing noise will make it difficult to carry on catching up in a meaningful manner for much longer.

“Dogma's not much of a talker in the mornings, sweetheart.” Fives says with a chuckle. “Though to be fair, not a lot of us are either.”

Strange… they've always seemed so… talkative and alert whenever you've had early morning communications with Fives. Those bleary-eyed video calls spent simply staring at the other, not too sure what to talk about in particular. The stolen minutes between breakfast in the mess hall and the barracks. (The lunch breaks where you've snuck off somewhere secret and pretended you're sharing the same ration, they've been talkative for certain!) Have you just done a poor job of noticing until now? Or are they better at masking how awake they truly are than you expect? But okay, fair enough.

Now that you were here at the market, you’d be more than a little preoccupied to be thinking about it much longer, with Fives tucking his fingers between yours to prevent both of you from getting separated from the other. It’s rather busy; it must be the morning rush before everyone has to reluctantly shuffle off to work. And you should probably expect to have more than a few elbows - or entirely unaware people - knock into you and Fives while you’re here.

What catches Fives’ eye first is a female Besalisk vendor with armfuls of rain repellers for sale (one for five credits, or two for ten) with a business partner checking news sources for reports on the weather nearby.

“Ah… knew there was something I forgot to check before getting to your apartment.” He says, quickly casting his eyes skyward. Certainly enough, there are rain clouds gradually building overhead. Strange. While it is technically early winter, this time of year typically has a weird, transitional period regarding the weather. Not quite past the sometimes cold and drizzly days of autumn, but still too early to dust off your proper snow coats from where they've been hiding in the back of your closet.

“Let’s get one to be safe.” you suggest with a reassuring squeeze of your hand in his. If you buy one of the repellers and end up never using the thing, then you were over-prepared with little consequence. Having one more thing to carry wouldn’t be that big of a deal in the grand scheme of things, surely. “Hi,” you address the vendor cheerfully, “a repeller for five credits, right?”

“That’s right! Pick whichever one you’d like, dears.” she tells you with a kind wink, thrusting the set of arms bearing all of the rain repellers a little further for your inspection.

Fives wastes little time in selecting a repeller with a sleek and subtle design, something he thinks you’d like, perhaps. He’s incredibly thoughtful in that and many other ways. It’s one of the many parts of him that you ache for in his absence, the fondness for his charisma and slight cheek only deepening when he’s away, aiding in the peacekeeping efforts now that the galaxy is largely free of the Separatists. (How strange that things fell apart so suddenly for them, following shortly after the rather untimely and unexplained death of Sheev Palpatine (that, surely, can’t be related, right?) just last year.) You know he’s not giving up the fight just because they say the Seppies have surrendered, not when there’s still work to be done to make the galaxy safer for everyone.

Fives isn��t still fighting the good fight just for his brothers, but for you too. Every last far-flung outpost they capture, each bubble of resistance they burst, it’s always the same message that finds its way to you, no matter the time and no matter the distance.

For the Republic. For my brothers. For my Kar’ta. Talk to you soon, sweet.

Both of you thank the vendor, and set off on your way, imagining what curiosities and delights could be found by the two of you together on this cold Coruscanti morning here in the intergalactic market. With a cultural hotbed like this - a diverse focal point in the heart of the galaxy with a population of roughly two trillion that is Coruscant - there’s no telling what you and Fives will see, from the familiar to the fascinating.

In a dramatic, sweeping gesture Fives invites you to lead the way into the heart of the market with a dizzying grin, promising to follow wherever you roam.

“After you, angel.”

You’ll only be there for an hour before the increasingly-inclement weather decides to become a little more concerning. Those cotton-soft clouds, planted in the lofty airspace high over even the tallest sentient lifeforms’ head(s), are beginning to appear denser and darker than they were when you set off this morning. Weather reports you peek at while Fives discusses something with a Tatoonine-born vendor suggests you might have another hour before proper rainfall.

“You say the yarn’s a bantha-blend, right?” Fives clarifies, gingerly juggling a few twisted hanks of it in his hands to get a feel for the softness. “Would it work for projects meant for… say, kids?” The vendor’s eyes flick to you, just for a second, and you can imagine what she’s thinking. Your partner catches that too, so Fives clarifies further. “Someone I know had twins last year. Tryin’ to, uh, contribute to a special present for the little ones. Brother of mine got some good yarn from Naboo to represent the mother. I was asked to find something to represent their father while I was here, if I could.”

As could be expected, the yarn-seller is now tittering excitedly about how sweet it is that he and this unspecified brother (who’s definitely either Jesse or Kix) are looking to put together something for this ‘someone they know’ who had twins. Sweet little twins who you’ve happened to see crawling around the floors of the senate building out of the corner of your eye, as a matter of fact. But you’ve been aware of the “open secret” nature of the Skywalker-Amidala twins for some time now, and know you’re supposed to treat it like it’s more of a classified matter than it is in reality.

Yeah, how strange that Senator Amidala and General Skywalker spend a lot of time together. Or that little Luke and Leia show up in the Jedi Temple on occasion, just as a last minute “favor” to the Senator - of course!

“Yes, the yarn should be appropriate for the little ones!” the vendor promises, exchanging the appropriate credits as change from what Fives hands her as payment before gingerly bagging the hanks of bantha-yarn for him. “You’ll find a card with the best care instructions with your purchase inside the bag. Thank you for your business, folks.”

When you've stepped beyond the earshot of the yarn-seller, now again arm-in-arm with Fives as you meander the little sector that seems to be dedicated to all things Tatooine, you feel it's safe to tease.

“You're getting better at lying, Fives.”

“Mesh'la-” Fives warns you.

“Okay, okay… Stretching the truth, if that's what you insist on calling it, mister ARC trooper.” you add.

Fives doubles down on the insistent, close to disapproving tone. “Mesh'la… I've told you several times now, you know why we treat it like a secret.”

“I know, Fives, I was only teasing.” you promise, offering an apologetic expression.

You understand the faux secrecy is largely in relation to the response of some members of the Jedi Council when the inevitable truth about Senator Amidala and not just one child, but two, came to light. There's been a great deal of speculation from the 501st Legion of Anakin Skywalker’s expulsion from the Order; speculation that has them worried. Selfless to the end, the Clones are just as concerned for the fate of their General as they are about their own.

You change the subject as you pass a stall brimming with food-based goods from the Outer Rim planet, a warm, spicy odor cutting through the ambient smell of chilled steel and duracrete surfaces. Looks to be samples of an alteration to bantha steak soup. Something being offered to the market-goers to warm them up as the temperatures fall day by day, or hour by hour.

“Remind me: ever tried any food from Tatooine?”

“Some of it's decent.” Fives admits with a chuckle. “Or, it will at least beat having rations for every meal. But nothing beats your cooking, cyare.”

Your cooking, among many things, is what Fives has been looking forward to most about today, about shore leave. A chance to come home, a chance to catch one another up on the things they’ve missed (things too important or lengthy to say over comms), and a chance for splitting a hearty meal practically invented for sharing with the ones who mean the most to us. Same thing with coming to the market. Fives didn’t want to do a little shopping just to see what was new on Coruscant; he wanted to spend a little time with you away from home first, maybe find something special to buy to mark the occasion.

To be home after so long is a very special thing indeed.

“Hope you’re in the mood for soup tonight.” It’s a little simple, you tell him, but no less comforting or flavorful. “Didn’t know how tired you’d be, when you came home this time.”

“You spoil me.” Fives murmurs lovingly, craning his neck for the moment to plant a sweet, gentle kiss in the crown of your hair and against your temple. His full lips are warm, and where you’ve been kissed seems to glow with that warmth compared to the surrounding chill. “What’d I do to deserve you, kar’ta?”

There’s that word again. Pronounced KARH-ta, as he’s taught you.

It's Mando’a, meaning heart.

“Well, you kept the galaxy safe,” you answer with a sweet smile, “I think that’s a pretty deserving reason, don’t you?”

The warm, heartened smile is all you have to see to know he feels the same way. He helped keep the galaxy safe, yes; of course he should deserve to live a good life with everything said and done. With every bill and law passed towards the betterment of life for Clones after the war, it tastes like the sweetest victory, over and over again. If there was anyone more deserving of thanks, it was the mighty multitude of men who came from Kamino.

As you’re turning the corner of a larger booth within the sprawling outdoor market, Fives mentions that somewhere down the lane he can hear a live performer playing covers of popular songs on what must be a hallikset.

“Must be another one of your little soldier tricks,” you tell him with an impressed shake of your head, “I can’t hear any of that. What’s a hell- hall-? Wait, what did you call it?” How did he pronounce that so easily?

You’re not surprised with many a Clones’ proclivity to be little cultural sponges that Fives seems to have the answer ready for you before you can pull something out of your pocket to search up the instrument he mentioned for yourself. “Halliksets are seven-stringed instruments popular on Naboo. Here, let’s get a little closer.” Fives offers, leading the way ahead to where he hears the music coming from. He wants you to be able to hear it better, to experience it for yourself. Appreciate it fully.

You momentarily pity the player’s poor fingers once you get closer, noting how red with cold they are. Like you, the hallikset’s owner is wrapped in layers between a thick jacket, a gray hood and a long scarf wrapped around their neck. But with the beautiful way they play, plucking and strumming each perfectly tuned string, you wonder if they don't notice, or care. Perhaps the lack of gloves to keep their hands safely warded against the cold is worth it to them for the amount of credits they're pulling in. There's several fistfuls at least, all piled up in the open instrument case.

“Wow… I don't think I've ever seen one before, but it's beautiful; it's a beautiful instrument.” you offer your observation to Fives after spending a few minutes to simply stand and listen to the performer. Buskers, you believe they're called, playing for voluntary donations in public settings.

The busker offers an appreciative grin, playing on smoothly without pausing the performance for even a moment as they bob their head in thanks for your compliment.

“Certainly is, mesh'la.” Fives agrees. He dips a hand into one of his pockets, and adds a couple of credits to the pile in the instrument case. As a way of thanks, the song that was currently being played is masterfully morphed into one of the more familiar military anthems of the Republic, just for a moment.

The performer, a young-looking Twi'lek, has of course recognized that Fives is a Clone, and is hoping to acknowledge what the Republic has done for Ryloth in some small way by playing something a soldier would recognize. Fives is equal parts flattered and amused, even if he himself may never have gone to Ryloth, that he's being thanked and acknowledged like this.

“Heh. You're welcome, kid.”

Putting his free arm around you as you decide to listen to the hallikset a little longer, you and Fives listen to the best recognized music forms of Ryloth start up from the instrument as further homage. You lay your head on your boyfriend's shoulder, leaning into his side a little deeper with a placid smile, drinking in this moment.

Close to an hour later, when more yarn for Hardcase, a few decorative knick knacks for your apartment, and some novelty sweets have ended up among your purchases, someone’s stomach rumbles in complaint shortly before the time you would typically consider having lunch. Luckily Echo has offered to help you locate something by sending you a file to a map of the market with all consumables stalls highlighted and labeled after checking in on how things are going for you and Fives.

While Fives quickly speaks with his brother and squadmate, you check the weather. Steadily, it’s only gotten colder, and in efforts to keep you warmer, Fives has sweetly given up his thick-knit hat for the time being until you come across another stall that offers cold-weather wear. There, he’ll find another hat for himself, suggesting you keep his. The fluffy curls of his clone-standard crew cut have been flattened a bit by the hat, amusingly. As a sweet gesture, you try to fix up his hair for him while listening to what Echo has to say.

Force willing, as it’s only becoming more and more likely that it'll rain, that will be after you grab a quick bite to eat.

(Pantoran food sounds good right about now.)

“Me? Oh, all was quiet on the homefront - busy playing a strategy game against Rex. Until we got ambushed by a couple of giggling womp rats.”

Fives grins like a nexu. “Brothers’ kids or the General’s?”

“Tup’s little boys,” Echo answers jovially between peals of bubbling laughter in the background, “things are getting a bit rowdy here, so you two better go. Enjoy your lunch and the rest of the market; I’ll tell everyone you both said hi.”

“Thanks Echo.”

“We’ll talk later, Echo.” you promise. “Also, I’m keeping your brother all to myself tonight.” Echo’s laugh promises that’s fine by him. He trusts you’ll take good care of Fives, like he takes good care of you in turn. He’ll pass along the information that everyone will see Fives again the following morning. The Clone with the Aurebesh ‘5’ permanently inked on his right temple can only offer an eager smile.

A homemade meal and the promise of staying the night when it wasn’t previously discussed? What better way to end a day than that? Fives walks with a spirited spring in his step, just short of tugging you along after him at first before you match his pace and revel in that excitement together.

Excitement that quickly turns to surprise with the first of the rain starting to fall over the market. There’s a particularly heavy raindrop that lands with an audible spatter on Fives’ left shoulder. He chuckles, the sound somewhere between an amused ‘of course…’ and a nervous ‘uh-oh’. He’s patting down his deep pockets for wherever he’s stashed the rain repeller purchased earlier, since it could very well start raining steadily by the time you reach one of the food stalls that peddles any Pantoran cuisine.

“Did you feel that?” he asks, eyes flicking skyward between some of the many imposing, glinting skyscrapers that make up the surface of the ecumenopolis. It’s a small relief that you’re not quite out in the open, like you would be if the market had taken place in a location like Monument Plaza, at the least. If the rain got intense, fast, Fives could easily squeeze the pair of you into a dry alcove somewhere in the absence of the repeller now in his hands.

“Hm? Feel what?” you wonder just before you feel another droplet glance off your own coat. “Oh.”

So much for getting lunch…

“It’s starting to rain.” the two of you say at once. And while it’s not quite sleet, it certainly feels close to it every time the stray droplet finds a patch of exposed skin. The idle prattle of buyers and sellers shifts in tone; a few surprised shouts here and there while vendors urgently cover their wares, and a few shoppers brushing past panickedly exclaim that they’re faced with taking the long way home because of street-closures tied to the event-space.

Thankfully that won’t be the case for you and Fives with the direction you came from your apartment, so long as the dispersing crowds allow.

Opening the repeller, Fivers now pulls you closer, trying to fit it over both of you best he can. “Here, mesh’la. Wouldn’t want you to get cold and wet… That wouldn’t be a very pleasant combination, now would it?”

“No,” you agree with a little wag of your head, “buuuut, heading back to my apartment and calling in an order for delivery sure does.”

Fives brings up an excellent suggestion while you busy yourself with making sure all your purchases are safely in your arms before the pair of you about-face and make for home. “With a movie to watch, too, right?” Oh Maker, there are so many films you could choose from to watch; there’s always something new that you learn your beloved hasn’t seen, being so wrapped up in the pan-galactic war and its aftermath. Even films you don’t particularly care for become tolerable when you’re snuggled on some comfortable two-seater together, your head planted against his chest as he runs his hands through your hair in idle fashion.

You’re wholeheartedly in support, already impatient to burrow into that large, fluffy blanket with him.

Cupping his face in one hand, you kiss his cheek best you can as you walk, copying his deliberate stride. “That sounds like a great idea, Fives.” It’s kind of a shame that the weather put a bit of a damper on how long you had in mind about spending at the market, you add with a soft sigh.

He smiles, encouraging you not to let it get you down. “Not gonna let a little rain ruin my first day of shore leave, so long as I get to spend it with you, ner kar’ta.” Fives promises, being his sweet, joking self by downplaying the amount of rain. It’s gotten past ‘just a little rain’ at this point in time, with puddles forming atop the duracrete surfaces, some with multi-color veneers to them where the oils previously soaked into the street float to the top.

As the freezing rain builds in strength, it patters and trickles off the rain repeller in thick rivulets while Fives holds it over each of your heads - it’s kind of a tight fit underneath, but neither mind. Making sure both of you and your purchases remain relatively dry means it’s a slow, steady march back home. It’s probably taking you twice as long to get back home than it was to get there. You could be taking some long, convoluted path, and you wouldn’t mind a bit with the way Fives has one of his arms so lovingly, kindly wrapped around the small of your back, both to hold you close, and to make sure you hear him when he talks.

“I’ve got a few stories to tell from this last deployment, besides ‘Case breaking his leg.” he starts, a note of mirth in his tone. “But there was one thing I kept thinking about, more than anything.” Fives adds, the slow cadence suggesting this is important.

Before you permit your mind to race with the possibilities, the many guesses you have, you bob your head, encouraging him to go on.

“I’m listening.”

He wastes no time, sure of his words, but maybe not how to say them. “I wanted to ask if maybe now’s a good time to… Y’know. We might start thinking about a couple of things, now that the war’s over, and things are getting safer…?” You could practically swoon, knowing what he’s trying to tell you. What he’s thought about while he’s been deployed with those who’ve chosen to remain in service to the GAR for just a little longer, aiming to finish the job they’d been made for.

For the Republic. For his brothers.

For you, his heart.

How would you feel about spending the rest of our lives together, cyare?

“Sounds like a good conversation to have over dinner.” is all you’ll suggest for the time being, bringing his face close once more for another caste kiss with the door of your apartment in sight.

If you’d known he’d had this on his mind just a little sooner, or there was no premature rainfall to dampen your plans, maybe you would have suggested taking the long way home after all, just for the fun of it.

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seriowan · 2 years ago

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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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l-lend · 2 years ago

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hi ya!

'm just thinking about what might have happened if Fives escaped and was able to tell the Jedi about order 66. and how he volunteers to be the first person to undergo surgery to remove the chip.

could i request something fluff where he wakes up and his only request is to see you first?

Hey there friend,

I might have went a bit ham on this, so I'm happy to take another stab at Fives fluff for you if this doesn't measure up, just say the word. Also wanted to see if I could hit two birds with one stone since my bingo square for @clonexreaderbingo was "Tell me the truth". C'mon..it had to be Fives.

Psst...if you want the follow up, go check out "Reunited" by @photogirl894

Background art credit - Shiroi Learon

Blue divider by - @saradika

The door slid open to her abode. Silence swallowed her whole as she crossed the threshold into the dim lighting. White medic shoes abandoned by the door with a space left empty for a set of clone trooper's boots. He would have been on leave by now. His crooked grin would greet her as she would come home after a tough shift.

Now, her apartment became her torture chamber. The floor of the foyer still stung her knees. Her heart clenched at the memory. Her trooper would never come home. Every room a reminder of him. His favorite Coruscant liquor was still nestled in the freezer, hidden out of view by pints of ice cream that became a necessary purchase for lonely nights. His spare razor was still perched by the refresher sink; she would still hope to find those irksome dark hairs from him meticulously grooming that goatee. If she sat still on the couch long enough, she could almost hear his fake yawn that was usually followed by his arm snaking around her shoulders. The bed was often avoided. Too many memories were made between those sheets. Too much heart ache to untangle that left her sleepless. Resigned to her fate, she slouched down onto the couch in hopes of aching muscles and sore soles whisking her off to a dreamless slumber.

A sharp series of knocks ripped her from her thoughts. A deep sigh left her lips as she begrudgingly hefted herself to the door. A familiar face greeted her.

“Commander Tano,”

The togruta was silent taking in the medic's appearance for only a moment.

“I need you to follow me.”

A gruff swear left the medic's lips before she hustled to snatch up her shoes.

“Another load from the front lines or is it civvies with seppie-cough again?”

“You'll see.”

After a moment to lock up her abode, the medic followed after the young commander through the maze of buildings and into the nearby speeder. The pair were quiet as buildings and speeders alike streaked by as their transport weaved through the gridlock. However, the medic spoke up after the speeder passed the medical facility with no attempt at stopping.

“Where are we going?”

“The jedi wanted to see you about something.”

She frowned, “I don't think they'd be calling me if one of them was injured.”

“Let's just say you were specifically requested.”

The medic shook her head. Some things never change.

The speeder ride was uneventful as the pair were dropped off at the rendez-vous point. She followed her escort inside only to be greeted by the commander's master. Finally, someone who would hopefully not speak in cryptic tongues.

“General, please don't tell me.”

His smile barely curled his lips.

“I'm not injured, but I do need something from you.”

Her shoulders sagged, “Always happy to serve the GAR.”

With a jerk of his head, the women followed behind as they traveled deeper inside the building.

“We...made a bit of a discovery.”

“Are the seppies using bio weapons again?”

“We don't know, but we're getting to the bottom of things. I'm more doing this as a favor.”

They continued winding through identical halls until the jedi halted.

“This may be a shock, but take it slow.”

The door slid open and once they guided her inside, the medic finally glanced to what was reposed on a cot.

Her breath robbed from her as she crept closer. Bile rose from the pit of her stomach as she stared into a set of whiskey colored eyes.

“Hey babe.”

Her smile fell. What kind of sick joke was the galaxy playing on her? The lonely nights, the hollow pang in her chest as she would be forced to stare at the same face day in day out. Tears blurred her eyes.

“Fives...?”

His expression softened as he closed the distance. A hand gingerly taking one of hers.

“Re..Rex said you were...” She no longer trusted her voice as it pitched towards a sob.

“I know, babe. Rex doesn't know.”

“We need Fives to lay low while the Jedi council deals with some matters. There's a place in the Outer Rim where he can be safe until the senate needs him.” Anakin spoke up.

Another stream of tears graced her cheeks, “So that's it? You drop off and come back only to tell me you're leaving?”

The clone's hands moved up her arms gently bringing her into his embrace.

“No, baby. It's not like that.”

Her hands met his chest as she pushed gaining distance from him. Hands shaking as she attempted to glare through tears.

“Then tell me the truth.” She spat, “Tell me why I shouldn't walk out that door and pretend we never met.”

His eyes slid closed and he took a breath. He opened them after a moment stealing a glance to the jedi general before returning to his lover.

“I don't know if you'll believe me.” He shrugged his shoulders, “I hardly believe it.”

“Try me.”

He held his hands up, “Alright,” His lips formed a line for a moment, “When they made us, the Kaminoans put these chips in us, and...they make us do things. And those things aren't always good.”

“Does that mean you still have it? The uh...chip?”

“I found out about it after...well, after Tup, but mine's out.” He reached up to brush a bandage plastered against his temple.

“and...but what does that have to do with the council?”

“They don't know who had the chips put in, and they're aiming to find out.”

“and with everyone thinking you're dead..”

“No one would be looking for me.”

She sighed, “Well, you're right. That's pretty farfetched.”

He shrugged with the hint of a smile, “Told ya.”

“So you're off to the Outer Rim..”

His hands reached out for hers holding them between each of his, “Shuttle's got room for one more.”

The statement hung in the room drowning out everything else. Everything slid into place. A promise long forgotten of a quiet life together with the war behind them.

Her fingers squeezed around his as her pulse quickened.

“When do we leave?”

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mist-at-dawn · 2 years ago

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Condemned to Jealousy

Fandom: Star Wars, but where Fives was listened to, Palpatine is gone and the Republic is winning the war once and for all.

Pairing: Fives x Reader, unrequited Crosshair x Reader

Content: Angst and a little bit of fluff.

Warnings: Mentions of blood.

Word Count: 1642

A/N: Mando'a translations are 'mesh'la' = beautiful, and 'ner kar'ta' = my love. I wrote this in an evening so it's rather messy, but I've had this idea on my mind for a couple of days and actually wrote it for once.

When he hears that the 501st are on shore leave too, Crosshair bristles. All he wants is some quality time away from the front lines with you, and now he knows that his chance is squandered. Whilst you had been working with Clone Force 99 since Echo joined, as his personal medic (keeping his biomechanics running smooth, as well as helping with the trauma of Skako Minor), you were previously assigned with the 501st. That meant that you were going to meet up with Troopers that you had once served with and Crosshair would be deprived of your presence. He tried to push down his annoyance at the fact, but the sniper barely lasted an hour pretending to be fine. The grumpiness of his amplified over the days before their shore leave, culminating to the present moment: sitting with his brothers in a booth at 79s, brooding over a glass of whiskey and staring daggers into the table surface.

The music around the bar pulsed with energy, the floor filled with various clones who were moving with the steady beat – either with each other or with a nat-born who’d taken interest. Some clones still wore their plastoid, some wore their blacks, or a mix of the two. Some clones even wore civ clothes, although it was somewhat rare. Most of the colour adorned by the clones here tonight was, of course, blue. Too much blue, Crosshair thought to himself as his eyes shifted over the crowd, looking for you.

It took him a while to find you, for you and those you were currently with were hidden by the throng. By then he saw you; the first glimpse he saw was of you with a wide grin spread across your features, eyes crinkled slightly, laughing at something one of the clones around you said. There are three of them with you, Crosshair identifies. Two of them are bald and tattooed, the other with slicked back hair, a vaguely anchor shaped beard, and a tattoo upon his temple. Crosshair narrowed his eyes to get a better look at the tattoos. Bald Trooper No.1 has blue lines wrapping around his scalp and onto his face; he is dancing near you, shimmying quickly and with no rhythm. The sniper actually recognised Bald Trooper No.2: Jesse. He was on Anaxes and they had a mutual dislike of each other, making Crosshair wrinkle his nose as he observes the close proximity of the clone to you… Even if Jesse is laughing at Bald Trooper No.1 and now seeking to playfully tackle him. However, Crosshair’s distaste at Jesse’s presence quickly diminishes as Bearded Trooper wraps his arm around your shoulders, turning his head to reveal his tattoo in greater detail to Crosshair – an aurbesh five. He knew this clone too, but had met him only briefly after the rescue of Echo, for he was his batch-mate, Fives…

The ARC Trooper with aurbesh tattoo looks down at you, a toothy smirk spreading across his features. His honey hued irises sparkle in the throbbing lights and you realise as your eyes lock that you have missed this man so much.

Before being assigned to the Bad Batch, before the rescue of Echo, you had served with the 501st. You got on with all of them, Rex, Jesse, Tup, Hardcase, Kix, and even Dogma, who was a little hard to like at times. But Fives… On your first day with the legion, and after being introduced to Rex’s squad as their non-combat doctor, Fives had come up to you with that smirk of his and hit you with the cheesiest pick-up line you’d ever heard. Yet, you still blushed. Not because of the line, but because of the one who’d delivered it. From then on, you’d harboured a small crush on the ARC Trooper, who flirted with you any chance he got. He visited your medbay upon the Resolute often – most clones tended to stay away, save for their regular health check-ups, but Fives seemed to like the place more than Kix. It was through these visits that you began to get an inkling that you were not the only with a slight infatuation. It lead to the moment, in the middle of Fives’ routine health check after some time in the front line, where you both ended up acting on those feelings towards each other. From then on, the pair of you had been together, in secret, not because of some rule against clones and nat-borns being together, but due to violating the rules of the workplace. Yet, now that you served with the Bad Batch, not with Fives and the 501st, it was becoming more and more tempting to be not so secret about your relationship.

That is why, as you look into Fives’ eyes, his arm about your shoulders, you decide to raise a hand to loop around to the back of his head, your fingers slipping between his brunet locks. He raises a brow slightly, although as his eyes become hooded it is clear that he is having similar thoughts to yours.

“Mesh’la,” he mutters in his deep baritone, “I don’t want to keep this secret anymore.”

“Fives… Neither do I.”

In that moment, Fives pulls you in for a kiss, his lips encompassing yours softly. In that moment too, you hear the smashing of glass. You break away from Fives, who groans with frustration, yet too looks towards the source of the noise. You both expect it to be nothing much, maybe overly drunk patrons. It’s not nothing, as the table where your current squad sits is now in disarray and a certain member of Clone Force 99 is staring deadly daggers at Fives. The said clone makes an awkward sound in confusion, eyes flicking towards you with a hint of panic within them as he whispers in your ear, “Ner kar’ta, why is he glaring at me?”

You shake your head slightly, partially in disbelief, but also to indicate to Fives that you don’t know. “He’s usually grumpy, but I’ve never seen him like… this. Let me deal with this.”

As you talk with Fives, Crosshair is swiftly stomping over. Before Fives gets a chance to respond to you, a fist lands directly in the side of his nose, causing him to stumble and nearly pull you over with him. You untangle yourself from Fives, seeing red in the corners of your eyes as you turn to face the assailant, Crosshair. He looks enraged. However, your expression gives him a run for his credits.

“Crosshair! What the kriff was that?!” The entirety of the bar has their eyes on you as you shout, many of the 501st in the bar moving to gather around. Jesse and Hardcase, who were with you in the moments before the incident, have stepped in to check on Fives, who is holding his nose that gushes with his own crimson blood. Rex, who was sitting with the Commanders, has stood up and approached slowly, ready to step in to be the mediator, and alongside him is Cody too, the pair ready to work the dynamic duo as always. Kix is currently pushing his way through the crowd towards you as well, seeming to go full combat medic mode at the commotion. The Bad Batch have reacted too, all slightly differently. Wrecker has leapt from his seat, ready to fight. Echo has quickly moved to grab the oversized clone, and Hunter too has stopped his brother from starting a whirlwind of chaos, although seems to be more relaxed about potentially letting Wrecker off the leash if there is good reason to. Tech still sits in the back of the booth, awkwardly looking over his datapad at the situation. All of them wait, however, to see how Crosshair responds.

The silver haired sniper hisses an exhale, before snarling his words, “The reg kissed you!”

In your eyes, it is a pretty poor excuse. “So?!” You call out, your anger bubbling up with the increasing heat.

Crosshair narrows his eyes, taken aback by the question, yet this time he has a better response, spoken quietly this time, his words now laced with venom, “It looks like you’re being taken advantage of…”

If you hadn’t been drinking then maybe you would have said something better, but what comes out of you is spat that the sniper with frustration at his apparent blunder.

“I’m dating Fives, I ain’t being kriffing taken advantage of!”

Crosshair’s expression falls for a moment, a look of abject horror upon his features. Yet it disappears as quickly as it appears. He seems done, done with everything now. Turning around, to head towards the exit of the bar, he growls, “Kriff you…” He leaves then, storming out. Hunter drags Wrecker along with him after their brother, whilst Echo lets go to rush across to you and Fives, whose nose is now clogged up with napkins from the bar to stop the bleeding.

It is as Echo comes towards you and Crosshair steps out the door of the bar that the realisation of what truly happened hits you. All those around you disappear as your entire focus turns to Fives. You rush over towards him, the shouts of the clones about you trying to disperse the crowd falling on deaf ears as you throw yourself against Fives, wrapping your arms around him.

“I’m sorry, Fives-“

“Ssssh, ner kar’ta, not your fault. He was just jealous.” Fives wraps his arms about you, engulfing you in his warmth and comfort, placing a gentle kiss atop the crown of your head.

Meanwhile, Crosshair storms away from 79s and into the night of Coruscant, he realises that he will always be jealous in regard to you. Jealous because you are the one thing he cannot have, for Fives has already claimed you.

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kometqh · 2 months ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐝

Viscount!Captain Rex x Maid!F!Reader Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt4 tbc.

Under the Viscounts' impatience, the two of you retreat to the village to solve important business matters. Throughout your journey, the Viscount reveals a side of him that no one but his brothers have had the fortune to know, and you're left stunned and wondering as a surprise guest makes an appearance upon your return. Word Count: 8,181 Warnings: Minor depictions of sexual activity, jealous, confusing Rex. A/N: This took forever to write but I wanted to focus on placing a lot of effort into this chapter, hopefully it's up to par with expectations hehe.

The greenery was a welcome distraction. Luscious, tall trees swayed in the breeze, shielding the carriage from direct sunlight and clear blue skies, lingering branches extended out, pointing the way towards the exit of the manor’s extensive stretches of land. The iron gates were tall, and as you peered out to see the tip of the spikes, you felt watched. The complete stillness and lack of life against the green forestry was like black paint on white. You’d only seen them once, a few weeks back when you had arrived for the job. They were as domineering now as they were on your first day. They were watchful, peering over and their gaze tailing you until the carriage disappeared far into the distance, hidden away beneath the greenery of the forest.

The sky was a contrastingly brilliant blue against golden wheat. Even the most skilled painter couldn’t replicate the vibrant scenery on their best canvas, or so you thought as you peered out through the carriages’ window.

Warm air clung to your skin, trailing it with thin streaks of sweat, disappearing between numerous layers of your uniform. The smell of humid country air filled the carriage, seemingly cramping the small space up more so than it already was; from the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of the Viscount tugging at his collar. He breathed out a heavy puff of air, frustration evident in the crease between his eyebrows and the downcast of his lips.

The ride was otherwise silent, but the constant songs of birds and the vibrating hum of the carriage aided in keeping it from being unbearable. You busied yourself with observing the scenery, noting a distant taste of smoke on the tip of your tongue.

The Viscount could surely make anyone replicate this view on a canvas at the mere snap of his fingers and a handsome payment. You were curious as to just how much it would cost one to do so.

Your eyes reflected the wondrous scenery like a mirror, which Rex found himself drawn in to, enjoying quietly observing your childlike wonder.

When he had noticed your sneaky glances, he had pretended to be annoyed, exasperated even. The carriage was stifling, and he was quick to regret his impatience to leave the manor - Mrs Opal would’ve definitely known how to keep the heat at bay, though he wasn’t regretting the chance to watch your mannerisms, as miniscule as they were around him.

He also knew Mrs Opal would not be impressed with him. She loved to make her thoughts known even when unprompted, and so Rex knew she’d make you sit quietly with your head down.

Though you did manage to hide all your thoughts behind a pretty curtain of long lashes and quick escapes from his sights. It was difficult for Rex to tell what you were thinking. You were terrified, that he knew. Yet you were also curious, attentive and careful, like an animal of prey scoping and mapping out its’ territory.

Slowly, your head turned, and your eyes met his.

The slight widening of your eyes snapped him out, and Rex threw his nose into an awfully boring article once more. His heart was racing like a galloping horse, thrilled and yet terrified. You’d just caught him staring. The Viscount. What was he doing?

The air in the carriage stilled, the silence overwhelming as you tried to make sense of the situation. Why was he staring? Did you do something you weren’t supposed to? A shiver ran down your spine.

You were so glad Mr Owens wasn’t here.

You remembered the way his watchful gaze never left your figure this morning, eyes squinted until they were but tiny slits, judging and scorching and awaiting, as if he was sure you would mess up. You knew what happened if a servant was insubordinate. Or simply made a silly mistake.

You visibly swallowed, turning your attention back to the fields. You wouldn’t slip up. You couldn’t. You weren’t even sure if punishments differed depending on the servants’ role and status, but you weren’t about to go trying to find out. Maybe they became less severe, or maybe they were completely different.

Mr Owens was nothing if not a lion waiting for you to wander into his den when it came to slipping up.

For the entire journey, the Viscount did not speak a word, and neither did you. You really had to ask Mrs Opal about the rules on interaction. Maybe this entire situation would be less awkward if the Viscount was a Viscountess.

Eventually small, spiky rooftops and chimneys began popping up in the distance like a trail of mushrooms in a fairytale. Grey smoke oozed out from a few like a steady stream, soaring into the vast sea of summery blues.

The distant rumble of village life began increasing in volume and energy, and you found yourself gaping at the people. Small children pranced around, enjoying the coolness of water from a nearby stream. Women and men were scattered around, amid various tasks, dust and grime decorating their figures. You inwardly recoiled into yourself at the thought of how difficult it would be to wash all this dirt off. Maker, were you glad you were no longer in charge of washing duty.

As you became lost in observing the village life, the carriage had come to a slow stop, and you looked around confusedly.

“We’ll carry on by foot.” The Viscount’s voice was much closer now, startling you.

He was leaning over, reaching for the door handle. His breath fanned over the tip of your nose, and his entire stature was impossibly close. Too close for comfort, you could say. Or professionalism.

“Let me open the door for you, my Lord!” Squeaking, you too reached for the handle. Your fingers slipped beneath his, taking a firm hold of it. His hand landed on yours, his warmth seeping into your skin. Your breath hitched as you slowly looked up, eyes widening as his presence was now much closer, much warmer. Close enough to-

Your eyes widened as the handle clicked and all forms of support vanished beneath you, your figure plummeting to the ground.

A burning sensation flamed all over your skin, beginning in the legs and travelling all the way to your arms. Gravel pieces dropped from your palms as you rubbed them over your skirt, wincing at the increasing pain. Shaking your head, you were about to get up, but your breath was caught in your throat.

Injuring yourself seemed to quickly become the least of your worries as your sight landed on your skirts - they were tattered and dirtied with soil and dust and whatever else littered the earth.

You’d have to wait until wash day to be able to clean them and you only had one other uniform and that hadn’t even been issued by your current employer.

Either you’d continue working in these skirts until wash day or you’d have to explain to Mrs Opal why you weren’t wearing the correct garments.

“Kriff… This is bad-” You muttered, wincing and scowling simultaneously. A series of ‘no’s’ escaped your lips, as you spotted more and more dirt and mud. What should you do? The Viscount certainly wouldn’t be pleased, walking around with a dirtied maiden in tow. Perfect. Things were going terribly wrong terribly fast.

“My apologies, my Lord, I didn’t mean to-”

“Were you hurt?” Interrupting, the Viscount reached for your hand, taking it between his own gloved ones. He turned it over, inspecting the scratched, bleeding skin. “Here, take this,” He muttered, wrapping his handkerchief around your palm. “We’ll treat it as soon as we’re back at the manor.” His brows were furrowed as he quickly looked you over. Ignoring your stupor, he moved away once he was satisfied.

“M- My Lord? I cannot accept this, I-”

“I insist.” With a firm voice and a warning look, he’d managed to silence your protests.

Your heart was slamming against your chest, like a bird trapped in a cage as you nodded, “Thank you,” you muttered, looking away as you felt your face heating up.

The Viscount gave you a small nod, releasing your hands.

“We should get going, if we do not wish to be late.”

You found yourself cemented to your spot. Confusion was painted across your features, the Viscount’s contrasting behaviour muddling over your thoughts.

Why was he so… Kind? At the manor he made sure you felt like nothing but a small speck of dust, floating just outside his vision so as not to rouse his ire. Yet now? It was as if you were watching an entirely different person.

The Viscount was already a few steps ahead of you when he looked back expectantly.

“Are you coming or not?” He questioned. Your legs moved on their own accord.

“Y- Yes, my Lord.”

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Getting to the boutique was straight forward. The Viscount clearly knew where he was headed to and was unwavering under curious overt looks. Your skirts felt awfully heavy under the afternoon sun, and to be honest, you felt like a sweaty dog.

Glancing over to the Viscount, a tinge of jealousy prickled your heart as he was seemingly unfazed by the heat.

The silence felt almost worse than the heat, and you found yourself tugging at the collar of your shirt for some comfort. You weren’t sure how formal you had to be when interacting with the Viscount, but his change in demeanour towards you inspired a little confidence.

“Are you not feeling warm, my Lord?” Unsurely, you glanced towards him. His cardigan was a navy blue colour, absorbing majority of the light that hit it.

“A little.”

Not talkative. Maybe he’s shy.

With a sigh, you looked back to him, “Would you like to take your cardigan off? I can carry it for you, my Lord.”

“That is not necessary.” He muttered, his throat growing dry. Rex wasn’t good at small talk. The Viscount did not engage in small talk.

You didn’t say anything else, instead opting to give a small nod. The path you took seemed to be a silent one, and the village felt more like a ghost town. Everyone was busy. Everyone was out and about in the fields and the farms and the barns, doing their fair share.

The boutique was situated in the town centre, alongside all the other shops. A market was also set up in the town square, but that wasn’t very busy on a mid-week afternoon.

A few lonesome figures were scattered here and there, but the silence was palpable. Your pace slowed as uncertainty clouded your thoughts - you weren’t sure which shop exactly was the boutique.

The manor life was too busy for a maid like you to be going out every now and then, and even in the few spare moments you had, you’d been too exhausted to go sight-seeing.

Luckily, you had the Viscount with you and you trailed after him like a timid pet dog.

Different shops and huts adorned the place, ranging from tall to small, providing different services. A butcher shop here, a tailor shop there. You’d assumed that’s where Mrs Opal went to have the Viscount’s suits fixed.

A quaint flower shop rested in between the bustle of the food market and the many homes scattered around, and you found yourself drawn in. Ruby roses and honey-coloured tulips were neatly decorating the outside of the shop, a chalkboard sign sitting outside, naming all sorts of flowers and their prices. A beautiful arch adorned the door, silky white gypsophila’s and other sorts of carnations growing around it, soaking in the hot sunlight.

A young woman could be seen trimming stems from the cover of an arched window, a faint smile situated on her lips. Two braids rested on her shoulders, and freckles painted the apples of her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. She looked lovingly at her flowers, faintly feeling the petals of a sunflower against the pads of her fingers.

The sight brought up a smile of your own and her gaze suddenly caught yours. Your breath hitched, cheeks tinting red as she waved at you.

Embarrassed, you turned away to hide the fact you’d been caught staring, but your face was met with a brick wall. Your nose quashed itself into the Viscount’s shoulder blades, your fingers scraping the material of his white button-up shirt. When had his cardigan come off?

“Everything okay?” The Viscount asked, surprised at the sudden impact.

“Y- Yes, my Lord! My apologies.” You quickly stuttered out, looking up with bright red cheeks.

Maybe it was the glaze of embarrassment or the heat exhaustion, but you swore you noticed the corner of the Viscount’s lips turning up. Was he smiling? Did he find it funny? You shook your head as you made your way beside him, holding your arms out for his cardigan, only to be promptly ignored.

You took one last look at the flower shop, noticing that the girl had disappeared from view, her sunflowers laying limply on the cash counter.

The front of the boutique seemed to be nothing if not simple. A foamy green door, a wide window showing off two floral dresses and a suit. A bell chimed as the Viscount pried the door open, his arm extending and body flattening to the side as he uttered an, ‘After you’.

With a soft thank you, you took a step into the small shop.

The inside was much more colourful compared to the outside. Colourful fabrics ranging from the deepest of violets to the faintest of yellows decorated the walls. Silks and frills and bows hung from the ceiling and carefully crafted pieces and glinting jewellery littered every corner of the room. Off to the side was a curtain and a space where a door should be but wasn’t. A fitting room, perhaps.

As you looked away from the onslaught of colour and sparkle, you noticed a woman, possibly in her mid-forties. Her frilly hair was pinned in place atop her head and her eyes looked bored and disinterested in the arrival of new customers. She had a cigar clasped between two fingers, a newspaper in the other, thin-rimmed glasses atop her pointed nose and a dress that resembled nightwear. She’d barely even glanced up.

The Viscount cleared his throat.

With a loud sigh, the lady made her mood crystal clear; completely and utterly disinterested.

“What services may I offer you today, my Lord?” Her voice was nasally, her words sharp and concise with every syllable that left her lips. It clawed at your back in shivers like a cat’s talons on a curtain.

The Viscount was indifferent to her tone, a small smile present on his lips. “I’d like to order four new dresses for this young lady.” He motioned to you.

“Four?”

“Yes, four.”

“Anything else?”

With a hum, he paced around the shop, observing the sea of colour, a gloved hand reaching out for something. A navy-blue, silky fabric. “Yes… The colour. I’d like for it to be blue and white.”

The lady lowered her glasses, thin eyebrows raised as she eyed the fabric. Her interested had been piqued.

“Silk? I hope you’re aware the price for is quite… Hefty.” She set down her pamphlet, rubbing a thumb and forefinger together.

Panic was evident in your eyes as you looked between the two, protests lingered on the tip of your tongue, and you turned to the Viscount, “My Lord, are you sure? That is much too expensive for a dress designated to a lowly servant like me-”

“I’ve come prepared today.” The Viscount didn’t spare you a glance as he answered the seamstress, a confident smile on his face.

With a curt nod, she made her way over, pulling the roll of fabric from its spot on the shelf, before sauntering away towards a pearly white one. She returned to her desk, fishing out some measuring tape and safety pins.

With a flick of her hand, she had the two of you following her into the back room and with a push on your shoulders, she had you discarding your skirts and cardigan, but not before pushing the Viscount out. The curtains were drawn with a soft whack, allowing you some privacy.

She took different measurements, manoeuvring you like a rag doll, matching different shades of blue and white to your body in differing patterns and shapes.

“He wants these done within a week… Absolute lunatic!” She muttered to herself, dismayed at the Viscount’s request, before shoving the fabric into your chest. “Hold this, I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

She opened the curtains with a flap, her figure disappearing behind.

You looked into the mirror, holding the silk up, admiring the smoothness of it beneath your fingers. You’d only seen such beauty from afar, worn by all kinds of men and women of status. You never imagined that one day you would be the one to hold it.

The sound of your name being called snapped you out. The Viscount.

A hand gripped the curtain. Your heart dropped as the Viscount was about to open it. Your hands flew to keep it closed; a breath caught in your throat as you held it with a death grip. Just because you were a servant it did not mean you wanted to show yourself off to everyone within your vicinity.

“Yes my Lord?” Squeaking out, you peered your head out, covering the rest of your body below the neckline.

The Viscount looked you up and down, a confused quirk in his brow.

He didn’t know what he was thinking. Rex was used to being around the ladies from the inn, having grown comfortable with their ease in their nudity around him. A faint blush dusted his cheeks as he was met with your panicked, bewildered eyes. The shop wasn’t well lit, only a weak ray of light illuminating the changing room. Rex hoped you didn’t pick up on his own reddening face.

Clearing his throat, he tried to scramble up a response.

“Are the fabrics to your liking?”

Perfect. You’re a Viscount for a reason, Rex.

Throwing a glance at the fabrics pooled around your feet, you gave the Viscount a small nod. “Y- Yes, I’m waiting for Ms Isabel to return. She took my measurements and took off.” You breathed out, giving a tight-lipped smile.

He returned a small nod, praying to the gods for you not to realise the state he was in.

“I’ll be just around the corner then, shout if you need saving.” Promptly, he turned around, rubbing his face exasperatedly once he was out of your sight.

What was he doing? You weren’t some woman he’d be spending the night with. You were one of his maids. He was here to buy you some dresses to have you looking presentable at balls, to ensure his status as a Viscount wouldn’t be questioned.

At least he’d managed to keep his composure, to cover up for his lack of consideration. He had only wanted to see you, as he found himself growing comfortable in your presence at an alarming rate.

That would need to be sorted out later.

Taking a seat in the front of the shop, he watched as Ms Isabel hurriedly returned, the sounds of curtains being pried open and a squeak tumbling out from the back, followed by her gruff voice.

“Give me that fabric, girl.”

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“Why are we walking, my Lord? Don’t you have urgent business to attend to?”

The Viscount was a few steps ahead of you, as you both had silently agreed on it being inappropriate for you to walk beside him. Maybe if you were Mr Owens, his personal butler, then it’d be deemed appropriate.

“Ms Isabel was done earlier than I expected, so I wished to walk instead.”

With furrowed eyebrows and your focus centred on not tripping in the tall grass, you failed to notice the small glance he’d thrown at you.

“I’m sure you can promenade in the gardens, my Lord. I do not wish to be rude or imposing, but this is much too difficult for a maid like me, my skirts are too heavy and too long.” You pointed out, nodding at the different branches and tangles that threatened to trip you up.

The Viscount paused in his steps, turning abruptly to face you.

“Would you like some help with that?” He pointed to your fists that were clenched tightly around your skirt.

“May I ask how exactly do you plan on helping me, my Lord?”

“Well, if it isn’t obvious, I can hold one side whilst you hold the other.” With a shrug of his shoulders, he extended a hand out. You looked to him as though he was the silliest looking animal on the whole of Naboo.

You blinked a few times, attempting to come up with some sort of response or even acknowledgement of his words.

“You cannot possibly be serious, my Lord. I apologise, I did not mean to sound so… Whiny.” You quickly backed away a step, anxious at the thought of how the Viscount had interpreted your words. Sure, you’d love to accept his help, but you didn’t think a noble should be aiding you in keeping your skirts above ground. You didn’t think you were allowed to even request this kind of aid.

The Viscount sighed heavily as he took another step forward, his face expressionless as he lifted one side of your dress.

“M- My Lord! I do not require your assistance, I insist!”

“The more you protest the longer it’ll take us to return to the manor.” Was all he said as he motioned towards the seemingly small building in the distance. “Now let’s go, if we want to get back in time for tea.”

Plush green trees fenced the wheat fields from the village to the hill on which the road to the manor began, they swayed in the wind and occasionally parted to provide a small derailing trail deeper into the forest. You noticed that this wasn’t the road you’d taken in the carriage, but you recognised this view whenever you’d seen it whilst cleaning the windows facing the south, or when you’d found yourself doing chores in the gardens. The trees and brush came to a round stop as you eventually neared one end of the field, and the Viscount had to urge you forwards as you came to a slow stop, wondering whether the two of you were really heading in the right direction.

The two of you headed straight on through a semi-thick wall of trees, your eyes watchful for any outstanding roots and fallen branches that could be seen as hazardous. If your skirts caught on any of it, you were sure they would rip.

The Viscount had carried onwards, ahead of you at your request, once you were clear of vision-blocking wheat plants. This had left you to fall behind, as you had struggled more to climb over brush and twigs. You called out to him, concerned when the trees didn’t clear up fast enough, but the Viscount only called back, “Follow me, we’re almost there,” and took on a quicker pace through the forestry.

Your heart pumped blood at a more anxious pace as the Viscounts’ figure started to slowly slip from your vision, yet your worries were eased as you caught up to him, raising a questioning brow at why he had come to a stop.

“My Lord?” You asked, stepping over a particularly large branch before looking up.

You came to a sudden stop as the Viscount gripped your arm, pulling your body back. “Careful there,” he said, pointing at the sudden dip in the path.

Breathless and confused, you look towards the meadow ahead, stunned and speechless. The trees had cleared up, a meadow lay ahead of you with countless flowers spread far and wide, glinting in the sunlight with hues of deep purples and ruby reds, creating a trail that led a clear path towards the gardens of the manor.

“What the…?” You glanced to the Viscount, mouth gaping wide open, heart fluttering at the softness of his smile and the mellowness in his eyes. Slowly, he turned to face you, that smile still ever so present, “Pretty, isn’t it?” he asked, nodding towards the meadow.

With a small nod, you could see that it only led upwards from there on, and exhaustion suddenly seemed to tug at your limbs more prominently now.

“Indeed, though I’ve never been here before,” You said, observing how a brook flowed downwards somewhere to the far right, away from the fields you’d just emerged from. Yellow buttercups and bluebells lined the edges of the water, taking sips and twinkling under the setting afternoon sun. “It’s certainly pretty enough of a place for a picnic, my Lord.” You suggested, beginning to step down the gradual slope below you. A few tree roots stuck out from the earth, acting as nature’s steps. The Viscount was quick to follow, reaching equal ground sooner than you before he reached out, offering for you to take his hand.

Quietly you thanked him and sauntered towards the brook, grasping your skirts and leaning over the edge to see what could be hiding within the water, a smile blooming on your face as you noticed tadpoles swimming close to the earth.

“Tadpoles?” The Viscount questioned beside you, crouching down to poke at the water.

“I believe so, it’s about time for them to hatch,” You replied, watching as the little creatures swam in flurries away from the Viscounts’ hand. “You’re scaring them, my Lord.” You pointed out, observing the side of his face.

“I don’t believe I’m causing them any harm.”

“For all we know, they might think you’re a stork. Heart attacks in tadpoles are a matter not to be laughed at, my Lord.”

The Viscount laughed anyway. “I’m not sure I resemble a stork all that much, cyar’ika,” The nickname slipped out, Rex felt panic curse through him but quickly realised you didn’t hear it, or understand it.

“To them you might,” You mused, having crouched down as well before you dipped your own hand in the water, “If I was a creature that tiny, anything would resemble harm and danger to me.”

The Viscount said nothing as he turned to you, watching the peaceful expression on your face. He’d never imagined that the two of you would be spending your time together like this; as if you were a pair of close friends. The two of you should’ve resumed your journey long ago, but he was content to just sit there with you, enjoying the peaceful beauty of mother nature. Majority of the women in his life were either mother figures to him or single ladies looking to marry, or desiring intimacy, but you were neither. You were a maid who had the misfortunate of catching him red-handed with a woman he wasn’t married to, so really he was only making sure you kept your lips sealed.

You behaved differently to every other maid he met. You were hesitant and clumsy. You preferred to stay further away from unfamiliar things, people, yet you were insistent on interacting with him.

He watched as you dropped a pebble into the brook, silently observing as it drowned to the bottom, settling amongst other stones. “Shall we continue?”

“Continue? Continue what?”

You smiled, glancing at the Viscount, “Continue walking, my Lord. The sun is setting,” you pointed out, motioning to the sky.

The Viscount followed your train of thought, realising just how low the sun had set, barely peaking over the treetops and brush.

“Let’s continue.” He rose from his crouched position, offering you a helpful hand.

“Will your skirts be okay?”

“Sorry?”

“Your skirts. There’s some dust and mud on them. I’m asking whether you’re fine with that.” He explained, noticing that mud from the brook had overlapped with the dirt you had fallen into earlier that day.

“I’ll have to wait until wash day.”

“Wash day?”

“Yes, my Lord. That’s when we wash all the garments of all the personnel and nobles in the mansion.”

“And when is that?”

You pursed your lips, looking over the filth your dress has become. “End of next week, my Lord.”

“You can’t possibly wait that long.” He said, concern painted across his features.

“I have no spare uniform, my Lord. This’ll have to do.” You shrugged, beckoning him to start heading towards the mansion once again. Taking a few steps forward, you didn’t get far as the Viscount took a gentle hold of your bicep. Frozen, the two of you stared at one another, your gut twisting with a strange, foreign feeling. You didn’t like the look he was giving you. Was it pity? Was it guilt? You felt naked under his gaze, squirming as he studied your reactions. The corners of his eyes seemed to be downcast, reflecting the faint frown on his lips. He was making you uneasy under the weight of his stare, “What is it, my Lord?” you breathed out, unable to take the silence or the staring any longer.

“I’m sorry,” He said, before clearing his throat, turning away to look at the manor, “I’ll have a uniform issued to your quarters by tomorrow morning.” He added, before following an invisible path leading further up the meadow.

Following in tow, the Viscount left no room for discussion, and left you to bubble in your confusion in silence.

The path up to the manor stretched out for what felt like hours as the Viscount did not utter another word to you for the rest of your walk, his mood having plummeted for a reason unknown to you.

There were long shadows casted on the face of the manor as you and the Viscount walked along the gardens, watching as one by one, the windows lit up under some candlelight.

He had remained silent for majority of the walk back, only gracing you with one word responses and grunts to every conversation starter you threw his way. Eventually you gave up, settling on walking in silence and admiring the beautiful evening.

You could see a figure waiting in the distance, arms on their hips and a foot aggressively tapping the stone steps below them. “Where have you been?” Mrs Opals’ voice rung out across the stretch of grass as she quickly made her way towards the two of you, an unpleasant scowl growing on her face.

She had stopped just a few metres away, waiting for you. You glanced towards the Viscount, who was unfazed by Mrs Opal’s clear display of displeasure.

“We went to the village, had the girl fitted and made our way back,” he said, “Why do you ask?”

“You were gone for hours, I was starting to worry that you got lost, perhaps,” Mrs Opal said sternly, leading the way into the manor, “Nevermind the fact that you left me without saying a word!” She exclaimed, shaking her head in disbelief. The three of you rounded the building to avoid walking through the kitchens, and were now entering the lit up entrance hall of the manor. Around you, the candlelight flickered and burned and kept the hallways bright, creating a warm orange glow and mixing with the royal red carpets that lined the grand staircase and disappeared into the shadows of the lower grounds of the manor.

“You have an unexpected guest, my Lord,” Mrs Opal paused as she led the two of you to the lounge, where presumably the guest was residing. The Viscount took a sharp breath, as if to cut her off but she beat him to it, “I know, you said no visitors, however this is someone whom I couldn’t deny entry. He’s had a long journey and insisted on waiting for your return, sir.”

“Who is it?” The Viscount inquired curiously, his eyes thinning into slits as he stared the older woman down.

Mrs Opal cleared her throat, adjusting the collar of her dress nervously, “You’ll be happy to know that it’s someone familiar,” she said, glancing back, “It’s your brother, Lord Fives.”

You observed the Viscount’s behaviour, noticing how his shoulders instantly relaxed at the mention of the name. You guessed the Viscount preferred this brother over Lord Wolffe, who made it his mission to intimidate every servant in the manor. Maybe this brother would be kinder, more welcoming than the two Lords who inhabit this place.

“Fives?” The Viscount asked, his voice a gruff whisper, “He’s arrived early.”

“Maybe he was excited to see you, my Lord.” You mused, glancing over at him as you reached the lounge room. The dark brown doors were closed, and you had to help Mrs Opal open them as they were too heavy.

As the doors opened, you were greeted with a comfortable silence. The room was rather small, resembling a private study more so than a lounge. It was cozy room, decorated with deep red carpets and curtains, it had a high ceiling and a large fireplace that emanated heat and sparks and comfort the closer you moved to it.

Candles littered the room all around, however none were lit up, you assumed that the fireplace provided enough light to the room. As you looked around the room, you noticed a bar cart in a far away corner, with a few glass bottles and glasses lining it in a neat row. Whiskey. A bookshelf lined the opposite wall, filled to the brim though you spotted an empty slot. Returning to the middle room, you counted a few armchairs, which sat around the fireplace in a half-circle, and as your sights finally landed on the rooms’ only occupant, you paused, realising the missing book was in his hand.

The book had a red cover, with neat golden letters decorating it. The beholder was wearing a white button-up shirt, with high-waisted trousers, and a cardigan lay to the side of him. His hair was an ebony black, cut precisely to tame his curls and goatee. His entire build was large, but what piqued your interest were his shoulders; they were broad and heavy-looking, and you caught yourself wondering what they’d be like to touch. Not only that, but his side profile was certainly a welcome sight-

“Brother! What a pleasure to finally see you!” Rex exclaimed as he walked towards Fives, his arms outstretched to welcome the latter in a hug. His sudden outburst startled you, ripping your focus away from admiring all things about the Lord. They tightly embraced one another, wide smiles adorning their faces as they laughed, and once again, you found yourself inwardly swooning.

“I’ll admit it’s been a while, Rex. It’s good to be back,” Fives said as the two parted. “I thought I’d stop by, afterall we are going to the same ball.”

“Well I’m glad you’re here, if I had known we would’ve come back earlier,” The Viscount said, walking over to the bar cart, “Have you spoken to Wolffe already, then?” Pouring himself a glass, the Viscount tipped the glass in the Lords’ direction, to which the latter proceeded to nod.

“There was no need for you to hurry, brother, I believe I’ll be staying a while,” Lord Fives watched as the Viscount poured a second glass, murmuring a small ‘thank you’ as the two sat down together, “Echo will be joining us at the ball as he had some business to take care of back in the Capital,” He paused, taking a sip of his drink. Waiting for a moment, the Lord hummed in approval as the alcohol left a burning trail down his throat, “I haven’t seen Wolffe yet, no, Mrs Opal said he was out.”

With that, he motioned to the older woman, a toothy smile on his face.

His sights landed on you and he quirked a brow at the Viscount.

“And who’s the other lady?”

The Viscount’s gaze was intimidating as he savoured his drink, “That’s my new maid,” He gestured towards you, looking between you and Lord Fives with a glint of confusion in his eyes, “She’ll be accompanying me to the ball.”

“To the ball?” Fives raised a brow at that.

“Indeed. It isn’t good for Mrs Opal to stand around for too long, ever since her knees worsened, and, to be frank, my new maid is a capable one.” For a second, you felt your heart leap into your throat as the Viscount’s compliment registered.

Lord Fives looked back at you, his eyes roaming over your figure, studying you. You felt timid under his gaze, fighting the urge to shrink into a corner of the room.

“Ladies, would you care to join us?” He asked suddenly, and you heard the Viscount choke on his drink at the suggestion. Looking nervously to Mrs Opal, you tried your best to remain looking relaxed.

If you were to be honest, the new Lord seemed to have a certain effect on you, but what that effect was you weren’t quite so sure yet.

“That’s kind of you, my Lord,” Mrs Opal answered, a small smile dancing across her lips as she motioned for you to follow her. The two of you took a seat on the sofa, your figure remaining close to hers. You felt watched as you fixed your skirt, ensuring that none of the mud would be touching the material beneath you.

“So, how new are you then, cyar’ika?” Lord Fives asked, tilting his head slightly. He rested his elbows on his knees, swirling the whiskey absentmindedly.

You glanced at the Viscount and Mrs Opal, unsure whether you were permitted to reveal all the details.

The Viscount gave you a small nod, and your heart thrummed under his intense stare.

“It’s been a couple of weeks now, my Lord. My duty isn’t as important as Mrs Opals’, however I do feel grateful for the opportunity to work closely with the Viscount.” You muttered out, looking up at him. His his eyes widened the tiniest bit upon hearing you.

Humming in response, he took a long second to study you. His gaze trailed from the top of your head, down to the dark blush which settled on your cheeks, to your dirtied dress. Though he didn’t question it, you still felt slight embarrassment over not having the time to put on something different – oh well, it couldn’t be helped now.

“How come the Viscount chose you?”

Blinking in surprise, you tried to scour your brain for explanations. The true reason was something the Viscount wished to keep a secret, you were too fearful of what would happen if you were to reveal it.

You opened your mouth, ready to reply with some lame excuse, but the velvety thrum that was the Viscount’s voice interrupted you.

“I’ve noticed her a while ago, working in the gardens on a hot day. She was dusting the carpets and took a break and picked up a fallen rose from the ground, I watched her walk around with it in her hair the entire day,” The Viscount hummed, staring down at the almost empty glass in his hand, “I guess something about her intrigued me.”

To say that you were speechless was an understatement. You remembered that day as clear as words on a page, but you never realised that the Viscount had ever noticed you up until recently. How many times had he caught you acting like a fool? Prancing around with flowers in your head and snacks in your hands at odd hours of the night?

You couldn’t control the wildfire that spread across your face, nor the fastening of your heartbeat, nor the way your mouth was left agape as you focused on the Viscount.

Lord Fives looked between the two of you. He was analysing the stunned expression on your face, his brows lightly furrowed as he compared it to the Viscount’s. Something didn’t feel right, but Fives knew when not to push a certain topic. He wouldn’t, at least not yet. Something in his gut told him Mrs Opal hadn’t been involved in the recruitment process.

“Actually, my apologies, could I be excused please? I’d like to wash up before bed, and I believe it’ll be better for the three of you to catch up without my intrusion, my Lord.” You spoke, aware that your request might’ve been made at an inappropriate time.

Fives quirked a brow at you before turning to the Viscount, who only gave a small nod in response.

Fives turned back to you, a soft smile on his face, “I see no issue with that,” He paused, finding the look on your face sweet, “However you owe me a promenade tomorrow. Deal?”

You blinked up at him, mouth slightly agape as his question took you by surprise.

“I- I’m not sure… I’ll be with the Viscount and-”

“That’s okay, I have a meeting to attend in the afternoon and you won’t need to accompany me, so you may consider it a day off,” Rex spoke up, eager to end the interaction between you and Fives. He could already tell his brother fancied you, and smelled out the partial bullshit in your recruitment story, but Rex could tell you were feeling lost and uncomfortable. Fives could have you all to himself tomorrow, even if that didn’t sit right with Rex.

“I see. Well, thank you for your time, I will see you tomorrow, my Lord,” You looked to Lord Fives, throwing on a tight-lipped smile, “Have a good night, sir.” You bid your goodbyes quickly, bowing slightly towards the two Lords, murmuring a quick goodbye to Mrs Opal as you left.

Rex watched the entire interaction, his stomach churning at the faint blush present on your face. He couldn’t understand what had you blushing and stuttering when it came to his brother, but Rex slowly began regretting his decision as he watched you quietly slip away under Fives’ watchful gaze.

Rex swallowed thickly as his brother turned to face them, and the small smirk on his face did not go unnoticed.

“So, where were we?”

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The sun had disappeared behind the horizon, leaving behind traces of a warm breeze and running thoughts. You sat by your open window, observing the way the stars were dotted all over a canvas of dark purples and blues and black shadows. The moon had disappeared off to somewhere, stranding the manor in a gloomy darkness. Orange lamps decorated the exterior gates, which stretched far and wide around the manor, but the light didn’t dare to enter the gardens. You leaned your arms against the windowsill, sighing heavily. It had been a tiring day, and every so often you felt your body being lulled into sleep under the beauty of the night.

Your sleepy eyes trailed from left to right, admiring the beautiful rows of hedges of baby pink roses, which stood out against the pitch black like a reflection of the stars in a lake. A reoccurring blush settled on your face each time you thought back on the Viscount’s words.

A gardener would come every morning to tend to the flowers, ensuring they were kept at their best, cutting away pieces that had died. It was a pity, but at the end of the day, you always found yourself picking up the leftover flowers he had forgotten to throw away, hiding them away in your quarters to admire later on. That’s how the Viscount caught you playing around like a little girl.

Further on in the distance, across fields of pitch black nothingness, you could faintly spot the flickering, diminishing lights of the village. You assumed not many people stayed up for long after nightfall, as only a few scattered glimpses of light illuminated the night. From the comfort of your bedroom, the village resembled something out of a fairy tale. If you squinted hard enough, you could imagine a trail of fairy lights dancing around the borders of the village, keeping it safe and protected, with the darkness keeping it hidden away from dangerous creatures and visitors, allowing the magical fairies to live happily in their mushroom huts and treehouses, to continue their peaceful existence amongst the darkness of the forestry. You’d always imagined such a world, wishing that one day you’d walk through a tall wall of rose orchards, expecting to see nothing out of the ordinary, but instead being taken to a land of fairytales and love stories.

You sighed out again, hiding your face away in your arms, as the warm embrace of sleep lulled you further into an unconscious state. You intended to get some shut eye but only for a moment, just long enough to gather some semblance of strength to drag yourself into bed.

However, the moment turned into a few, within which you drifted in and out of sleep, floating in a deep sea of darkness, like a small boat drifting somewhere far away, somewhere far in the middle of the ocean.

When you opened your eyes again, it was completely dark. Only the moonlight illuminated the landscape. A strong gust of wind blew past you, eliciting goosebumps all over your skin. You felt confused, woozy. Still sleep-drunk as you looked at your surroundings. How long ago had you fallen asleep?

Something was different. Off.

Shakily, you gripped the windowsill and stood up. You waited for a long moment, head hanging low as you waited for the room to stop spinning. There was a dull ache in your shoulders, and you cursed yourself for falling asleep anywhere but in your bed.

Finally you moved, looking out at the gardens once again. Your body felt stiff and tense, your blood pumping in your ears a tad too hard, a tad too loud. Your eyes scanned the rose hedges, looking for something within the darkness. Something that would validate your gut feeling. But there was nothing.

And with a sigh, you climbed on the windowsill, reaching for the handle. The breeze was too cold for you to leave the window open overnight.

Just as your hand gripped the handle, you heard it. A noise.

For a single moment, you were paralysed with utter, blood-chilling fear, convinced there was a beast hidden within the shadows.

You whipped your head back and forth, eyes wide open, body on full alert. Could it be a coyote? An escaped bull? No. Not around these parts of the countryside. The village was too far, the farms even further.

You shook your head, inhaling a deep breath of fresh air before sliding the window slightly shut, leaving a few inches open. It was about to be summer, and the nights were getting warmer, so your room would be steaming in the morning. You moved away as you didn’t wish to stay up any longer, especially since you had to be up bright and early. Your back would be awfully sore in the morning, and you were already dreading it.

It was just before your body touched the mattress when you heard another noise. It was much closer this time, though, and much louder.

Ripping your body away from the bed, you moved immediately towards the window.

If there was a coyote, the guards needed to be made aware-

Something was moving. Something in your reflection moved, yet you didn’t. It was strange, an instant sense of fear so powerful it froze your body to where you stood. You could only move your eyes, the rest of you solid like a statue. You watched, waiting for something. Some kind of movement, or yet another wail.

That’s when you saw it.

Two figures, pressed against the gates of the back gardens. Moving animatedly, hidden away by the confines of darkness. They were dressed simply, as simply as possible to be able to do what they were doing-

The noises had now become clearer, and you were able to discern them as moans and whines, and you realised that they did indeed sound like a wild beast. Maker how fast were they going at it?

You opened your window quietly, leaning over the windowsill again. You squinted your eyes as hard as you could, trying to discern the faces of the people. They weren’t exactly the best at being discreet, and they did rise your ire.

A faint blush dusted over your cheeks as you realised you were essentially being a peeping Tom. But you weren’t doing anything weird. They weren’t being discreet, and you just wanted to tell them to knock it off. To have a little bit of shame.

Realisation struck your sleep-hazed mind like a chord.

It wasn’t just a pair of random servants going at it like banshees in the cover of the dark. No.

Something prickly, something ugly twisted at your gut as the realisation dawned in on you, cruelly sobering you up.

It was the Viscount.

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lonewolflupe · 5 months ago

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Flustered Fives (Drabble)

I was chatting with my friend @welcometo79s and we were talking about Fives (surprise, surprise). We imagined him being very confident but getting all soft and flustered when you tell him something sweet or show him any form of care/connection. This drabble was inspired by that conversation, so this one's for you, Vi! <3

Summary: Fives is all confident, until you make a confession Rating: General Audiences Tags: fluff, SFW Words: 100 Pairing: Fives x gen!reader Read this drabble here on AO3

“You're being silly,” you chuckled, hitting your hand on his chest plate as he was leaning backwards casually. He replied by raising his brows into the most flirtatious frown you had seen on him.

“There is no need for that. You know I like you,” you laughed at him. As soon as he heard those words, his whole demeanour changed. “You.. you like me?” he muttered, almost lost for words, a faint blush on his cheeks.

“It wasn't obvious?” you smiled, leaning closer. “I-I-I-,” he stuttered, before you placed a kiss on his cheek, painting it an even warmer shade.

Fives taglist: @welcometo79s

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hellhound5925 · 2 years ago

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Hello friends! I saw this gif and immediately my brain began working up scenarios so I’m going to try something new. Just some fun short fics that come to mind when I see an image. If it goes well I might keep it up! I also think I’m going to stick with the Mandalorian theme but use Y/N. Oh one more thing…we are assuming all the boys lived because I love the whole 501st…Happy reading!

One shot - Captain Rex

First Date

Warnings: None just some fluff because I need it, Oh I will be using Mando’a but I will provide a translation.

Summary:

As a Mandalorian on Coruscant things have been interesting to say the least…You were recruited to help train the Clone Battalions on some alternative fighting methods. The Good Captain Rex has become one of your personal favorites and was always very professional with you but secretly harbored feelings for you. He was drawn in by how you treated each of his men as though they were your own vode (brothers). Which brings us here…Fives has noticed you stealing glances at the Captain, flushing whenever he is mentions, are giddy when he’s in the room, and has been trying to convince you to talk to him about it but you won’t budge. Fives has no problem taking matters into his own hands with the help of a few friends….

I know that scene was during the Umbara arc but we need some positivity in that department…

“Fives you are my best friend but for the love of Maker leave it alone…” He has that signature Osik (shit) eating grin on his face. “Aw come on y/n, it would do you both some good trust me!” I glare at him “Copaani mirshmure’cye, vod? (Are you looking for a smack in the face mate?)” He puts his hands up in defense “Hey I was just trying be a good friend.” Just then Jesse and Tup come over. “What’re ya talking ‘bout?” Jesse teases. I glare at him and Tup smiles “You’re being ridiculous y/n…I thought Mandalorians were supposed to be brave.” “Alright look here you mir’sheb (smart asses), I can make sure your next lesson with me is miserable” I wag my finger at the trio. Fives stands up and nods to the other two “Alright, we better let her eat her lunch in peace.” I get suspicious - he never gives up that easy… - “Pare (Wait one), Fives what are you up to?” He turns around “Nothing, like you said…you can make our next lesson miserable. I know you keep your word.” I give the group a suspicious look and watch as they walk away. Just then Rex enters the room and I pretend not to notice. Fives looks back at me and smirks, I can feel the heat creeping up my face. He, Tup, and Jesse take the opportunity to head over and chat with Rex - Maker I want to know what he’s saying…or do I?

A sudden presence at the table surprises me. “Udesii! (Take it easy!), bad time?” Cody asks giving me a strange look. “Nope, I’m fine. What can I do for you?” He takes a seat across from me and eyes me. I look past him at the conversation being had on the other side of the room and just then Rex glances over his shoulder my direction. Cody turns around to look and in that moment, the brave Mandalorian wants more than anything to become part of the durasteel wall. Cody turns back around, facing me with a grin “Oh…I see, Rex got you all worked up again?” My eyes grow wide “Again?” He lets out a deep laugh “I swear to Maker you two are the only ones who don’t notice…Fox, Bly, Bacara, Neyo, and even sometimes Wolffe and myself take guesses at how many times a day you steal glances.” As if on que Fox joins the table. “Just in time for the show” Cody tells him while teasing me. “Ha Ha, you’re hilarious….” I roll my eyes. “Y/n, you still haven’t talked to him?” Fox asks pretending to be shocked. A string of curses in Mando’a leave my mouth. “You guys are as bad as Fives….and that’s saying something.” They both just laugh at my expense. “You two di’kutla (fools) are lucky I don’t have your groups today for training…” and with that I get up and take care of my tray, having had enough of the shenanigans.

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Later that evening I was in my office - the GAR was oh so kind enough to give me - and theres a knock at my door. With out looking up from my datapad I holler “Come in!” The door slides open and a rather sheepish Rex enters - he’s typically quite a confident, without being arrogant, man… - I stand “What can I do for you Captain?” “Please just call me Rex.” “I thought it was Captain or Sir?” I tease becoming rather nervous. He rubs the back of his neck and laughs nervously “I- uh- I came to see if you would be interested in going with us—with me to 79’s sometime.” - is this really happening? Fives you mesh’la di’kut (beautiful idiot) - “Yeah Rex, I’d love that” I can feel my face flush. He straightens, standing tall and confident “Really? How about tomorrow night?” A smile dances across my face “That sounds great, I’ll see you then”. He nods and excuses himself closing the door behind him.

I spin around smiling like di'kut (idiot), clutching my datapad to my chest - maybe Fives was right? Oh Maker don't ever let him know that...the last thing he needs is a more inflated ego.... I head back to my desk and finish up my report for the day before heading to my apartment for the night.

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Thankfully I only had one training session the next morning which went without a hitch and I actually had time to catch up on my reports. The day over all went by rather quickly and I headed to my apartment to put on something other than my typical attire - as much I love my beskar and everything it stands for but unfortunately it's not gunna work. I open my closet and stand there for a moment before pulling out a pair of black jeans, combat boots, my bantha leather jacket, and nicer fitted tank top. Quickly I shower, put on light makeup, and quickly curl my hair a little before heading out to the street and hailing a cab. "79's please." "You got it." I look out the window as the driver lifts us into the lanes of traffic.

It only takes a matter of minutes to get to 79's and I find myself standing outside nervous - what if he decides he doesn't like me? An arm around my shoulder pulls my from my thoughts "Jeez y/n, If I knew you'd get cleaned up that nice I would’ve just asked you out myself." I throw at elbow at Fives an hit him square in the stomach. He doubles over and I hear a roar of laugher behind me. Spinning around I see the rest of the 501st Torrent squad - minus Rex. "I should’ve known you all would show up..." Jesse comes over and leans an elbow on Fives - whose still doubled over - "Oh come on we wouldn't miss this for the world! Besides we've got tomorrow off!" Hardcase whoops and hollers. Echo comes over and speaks so only I can hear "you'll be fine...Rex'll love getting to know you. Trust me." He winks and gestures for the group to follow him inside leaving me standing here alone. I suck in a deep breath and head inside. It's not my first time at 79's but its my first time with the intent to be with Rex and only Rex.

When I enter, the music is loud and there's a sea of people as usual. Making my way over to the bar I order a drink. Once the bar tender hands it to me I glance around looking for Rex. In the corner - where they always are - the rest of Torrent squad is looking at me and Fives points over towards the other side where Rex is chatting with the other Commanders. Finding my confidence I head over to say hello. "Su cuy'gar (Hello)" I smile and wave at the group. Rex's eyes wander over my form and Cody is the first to speak up "Who knew you wore anything other than armor" everyone but Rex and Wolffe laugh. "Very funny.” Rex gets up and says his goodbyes to the group "Should we grab a table?" I nod and he offers me his elbow. "Such a gentlemen" A smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

We sit down at a table and chat over some appetizers and drinks. I tell him a little about myself like my childhood on Mandalore, etc…etc…He tells some stories about the things that they accomplish during the war and even some typical shenanigans they’ve pulled while deployed. “Maker they sound like they are just as entertaining out in the field as they are in training!” “You have no idea…but they’re good soldiers…some of the best” I can hear the pride in his voice which brings a smile to my face. Leaning over the table I whisper “Don’t tell the other Commanders but the 501st has always been my favorite.” He quirks a brow “Oh really? Why’s that?” “Let’s just say I have a soft spot for the boys in blue” I say coyly before taking a sip of my drink without breaking eye contact. Rex smirks with his one eye brow still raised. “Careful Captain, you raise that eye brow any higher it might disappear.” He chuckles and shakes his head, “you know, other than the Jedi and a select few people…you’re one of the only ones who treats all of us clones like we matter.” I know this was supposed to be a compliment but I can’t help but feel sad, I sigh “Ni ceta Rex (I’m sorry Rex). It’s not fair…none of you chose the life given to you and yet you all do it with no complaints…I wish more saw you the way I do.” I start picking at my fingernails but a hand comes across the table, covering mine, stopping me. Looking up I met his gaze, those beautiful honey brown eyes have such a warmth to them - He’s never looked at me or anyone that I’ve seen this way before. “I’m just glad we have someone like you looking out for us all” he pauses for a second before continuing “The way you treat my vode (brothers)…my men…it means more to me than you’ll ever know.” The way he says my name and everything that follows does something to me I can’t even fully put into words however, I can feel the heat rising in my face and in my core. “Vor entye (thank you) Rex” I can’t help the smile that plasters my face. “ Ba’gedet’ye (you’re welcome) y/n.”

Glancing around I notice there are quite a few people dancing, even Fives who gives me a wink. I can’t help but shake my head and roll my eyes at him which catches Rex’s attention, he chuckles. Springing up from the table I grab Rex’s hand and drag him out onto the dance floor. The initial shock plastered on his face, “I-uh-I’m not much of a dancer.” I laugh and shrug, recalling a few nights when even Cody would dance…after a few drinks, “I know, just follow my lead.” He nods and at first watches me dance around him for a moment and the joins in. Before I know it his hands are on my hips as we grind our way through Maker knows how many songs.

When the night is about over Rex offers to walk me home. The entire way we laugh and talk about anything and everything - I feel so comfortable around him…it feels like we’ve known each other forever. I stop in front of my apartment building “this is me.” He looks up at the large building “It’s not quite like the GAR barracks.” “No it certainly isn’t. Did you want to come in? If I’m over stepping I completely understand…” I quickly explain. He looks over at me with a smile on his face “only if you want me to.” I nod and he follows me up to my apartment.

The door slides open and I enter, taking off my coat to hang it. Rex enters behind me. “Make yourself at home. Can I get you anything?” I offer. “I’m alright, thank you.” He doesn’t move from where he standing and I honestly find it adorable. “I had fun tonight” I break the silence after a few moments. He rubs the back of his neck like he’s nervous. “Everything okay Captain?” He’s quick to respond “Yeah no everything’s great I had fun tonight too.” I make my way back over to him “but?” I ask feeling uneasy. “Honestly, I’ve felt this way before” After all the war and training he’s even through as a man, in this moment he looks like a boy with his first crush. I put both hands on his plastoid covered chest and look into his beautiful golden brown eyes “I haven’t either but I’m willing to give it a shot if you are?” His hands find their way to my face gently cupping my cheeks. Leaning in he places the softest and most gentle kiss on my lips. When we break he rests his forehead against mine “How’s that for an answer?”

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