#arc trooper fives drabble

[rexxdjarin]

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“I cannot believe there was only one bed left.” You huffed in annoyance, laying on the last makeshift cot on the far side of base camp. You weren’t originally supposed to be on this mission so it was technically on you. It wasn’t Kix’s fault that Skywalker demanded he tend to an off the book injury he had caused himself.

You were the only available medic for the scout squad made up of Jesse, Tup and, the bane of your existence, Fives. The devilishly handsome, boisterous and extraverted arc trooper of the bunch.

“C’mon, gorgeous…I’m not that bad of a bunk mate.” Fives argued from the other side of the stack of pillows wedged between you to make a sizable enough division.

“Of the three of you, you are the loudest one, Fives. So help me…if you snore for even 5 seconds, I’m suffocating you with these pillows.” You rolled your eyes, pulling your portion of the blankets over your side.

Fives laughed from right beside you and slowly crept his foot over to kick your calf muscle. “Oh please, you’re the one taking all the blankets. You’re lucky you make me laugh so much or I’d be mad at you.”

You sighed and shoved a pillow down on top of him starting an avalanche of shitty republic supplied sleeping materials on top of him. “Warm enough, now, Fives?” You giggled.

“Nope.” He declared muffled beneath all the layers. “This planet gets cold at night, you know. Protocol is that we sleep close together to share body heat under the standard issue shit we’re given.”

Unfortunately for myself, he was right. That was technically the right thing to do in a situation like this. But doing so would be very uhm- compromising for you. Because despite your best efforts and medic’s intuition and logic, you were unfathomably attracted to the clever fucking arc trooper.

And not knowing what it was about him that made you want him so bad made you unreasonably angry. Maybe it was that focused, driven, raw talent of his. His ability to motivate anyone. The strength of his compassion for other lifeforms and for his work. His happy go lucky, constantly joking attitude despite the world of pain and struggle they endured everyday. He was just perfect. And you hated it.

He was naturally good at everything. And you weren’t. You worked twice as hard as everyone and still you struggled. You were a gifted medic, probably the best available behind their brother, but only because you’d worked yourself to the bone to get there. He was everything you wished you could be naturally and he didn’t even know it. Didn’t know the power he had or how it effected you. He was painfully oblivious.

He flirted with everyone and everything. Everyone was gorgeous to him and he made it a point of telling them so. But because you knew him so well, whenever he called you that it just didn’t feel special or unique to you. You had a hard time believing he meant it for you. Even as badly as you wished he did.

But it was cold. You didn’t want either of you to freeze. You groaned, “fine. come here.” You shifted the pillows and felt him scoot in behind you. He was warm. Firm and strong in all the right ways. The scent of him made your eyes cross. It was intoxicating just like everything else about him. The same magnetic, alluring energy he had seemed to grace every single thing about him.

“Ahhh.” He sighed in relief, “finally. Thank you. My teeth were chattering.” Which had to be a fucking lie. He seemed perfectly toasty to you. “Now if you wanted to get into bed with me…all you had to do was ask.” He joked.

“Fives!” You shouted, trying desperately to hide just how much that comment sent chills down your spine. Because if he really meant that then…well…you might have a chance. Maybe it wasn’t all in your head. “Don’t..don’t say that.”

“Say what?” He feigned ignorance, resting his head on his pillow and folding his arms across his chest.

“Don’t say things you don’t mean. Not even as a joke.” You muttered, the sternness you practiced in your head coming out more like a whisper.

He sat himself up on one elbow and cocked his head at me, clearly taken aback. “Who said I was joking?”

You gulped. This couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t happening. “Fives…you always say nice things like that to everyone. You can’t always mean it.”

“Absolutely I do.” He said sounding offended. “I feel like people should be told when they look nice or have a good vibe or whatever. Is that a crime?”

You took a deep breath before finding the strength to turn around and face him so closely. “You say it to me and don’t mean it all the time.”

He scoffed, his jaw quirking as he looked up at every planet shining in the sky above you. “Cyar’ika…I especially mean it when I’m talking to you.” He raised his hand to nervously run his fingers through his hair. “I’d been wondering why it’s taken you so long to notice, actually.” He looked up at you like a sad kicked tooka and bite his lower lip, maybe for the first time realizing he was struggling to say what he really meant. “I’m sorry if that wasn’t clear.”

You blinked probably five hundred times, absorbing the shock of him revealing he did actually find you attractive. His feelings did match yours. “So…” you stuttered, trying desperately to find the right words to say. “S-so you did want to share a bed with me.” You smirked at him.

He fished around in his pocket before pulling out the straw he drew earlier that he’d very obviously broken in half. “Oh yeah. I broke this in pieces just to make sure.” He laughed, “pretty low. I know. I thought you didn’t like me so I dunno. I guess I thought this was the best way to get you to talk to me.”

The way the moonlight was bouncing across his face, the way the shadows made him seem even more brooding and intense than usual. He looked so…pretty. You just wanted to…

And before you knew it, you were leaning in and pressing your lips to his. It was slow and sweet, like you both had been wanting to enjoy it for some time. His hand cupped your cheek and he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss and letting your tongue slip inside to meet his.

You pulled away slowly, leaving him in a confused yet completely thrilled haze. “Go to sleep, Fives. We’ll talk in the morning.” You smiled like an idiot as you turned over and felt his protective arm curl around your waist to tuck you into him. After all, you did have to keep warm.

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[toomanybandstocare]

Hey there Mythos!!

BIG congratulations!!! Getting to know you has been excellent!

For your celebration, my I request a Platonic Summer of Fun??

Thank you, my friend!

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ - Summer of Fun

Who I would ship you with plus a little drabble. @art-of-the-twistedstitcher / @twistedstitcher27 requested a platonic summer of fun, and once I thought of Fives sitting next to you at your work bench it just clicked. Thank you for celebrating with me, an dI hope all is well! <3

Pairing: ARC Trooper Fives & GN! Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Length: 824w + 269w

Warnings: Term of endearment (Kairtep = desperately brave of heart), Barely edited - I have been exhausted but still wanted to work on a request

Counselor Notes: I may have inserted myself a little in this with how it feels to be a creative and how we show our emotions through our work, but I hope you still enjoy <3

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Lofi softly hums through your Coruscant apartment as you pad across the cool tile flooring to the kitchen. Paintbrush between your teeth, you dump out the murky paint water from your water jar and replenish it after swishing out paint residue. Warm sunbeams stream through the windows and cover your latest painting in a soft glow when you walk back to your work area in the living room. As you settle back into your seat, you steal a glance at the chronometer by your holo-tv on the opposite side of the living room. He should have been here by now. Unease creeps across the back of your neck as you force yourself to focus on your project once more.

Brush bristles scratch over the canvas. The aroma of paint brings a sense of comfort when you lean in closer to get a better look at a detail spot. Going through the repetitive motions, you feel a wash of excited nerves flow through you every time you sit down to capture a moment of your creativity. Leaning over your workstation to grab a new paint to smear on your palette, you take in your work in progress with a heavy heart. The emotions that overcame you as of late stare back at you, and a growing wave of catharsis wash over you as you're finally able to let it all out.

Lost in your own world, you don’t hear the entry door hiss open nor the careful footsteps that quietly approach you. It’s not until you smell the light scent of campfires and evergreen trees do you realize that Fives has finally arrived. Bringing your attention to reality once more, you drop your paintbrush into the water jar and turn your head. Shock shoots through you when Fives’ profile is mere inches away from your face.

Heart hammering, you lightly kick his shin. “Kriffsake, Fives. You scared me. Haven’t you ever heard of giving someone a warning when you sneak up on them?” you breathe out. Even managing to calm yourself, your skin still stings with nerves as you take in Fives’ serious expression. Following his gaze to your painting, curiosity nips at the back of your mind. What does he see when he is faced with your vulnerable work?

It feels like hours before Fives slowly leans back to stand up straight once more, but you notice how his expression only hardens the longer he looks at the canvas. Your stomach knots, and you hesitantly ask, “Everything alright? You look like you went back to the battlefield there”.

“Is this how you’re feeling? Right now?” Fives lowly questions. His voice quietly rumbles with concern as his expression softens with care as he looks at you.

Your stomach drops, and you break away from his gaze. The warm regard and ripples of worry in his eyes make you feel vulnerable. Like he’s truly seeing you for the first time. “It’s better to put my emotions somewhere rather than letting them run wild in my mind. Sometimes I have to think about what I’m trying to express in my art. Sometimes it feels like a tap was turned, and all my emotions pour out when I sit in front of a canvas or journal,” you softly explain. Shrugging your shoulder, you look up at him with a tired smile. “Even when everything feels overwhelming, there’s a sense of peace knowing that someone might come across my work and relate to it”.

Fives slowly nods and tilts his head before relaxing. Grabbing the bag of your favorite take away meal from the side table, Fives rests his other arm around your shoulders. “Think we need to do some catch then,” he softly expresses. “Feels like I may have missed something while I was gone, and I want to hear all about it if you’d like to talk about it. Or we could put on that holo-film that always makes you cry laughing,” Fives offers. His tone is lighthearted, but there’s an underlying reassurance that he’s here however you need.

Rising from your seat, you stretch your arms over your head to relieve your shoulders from the tension building. “Do you have time? We could do both,” you say with a groan of relief as you drop your arms. 

“Always have time for you, Kairtep,” Fives reminds you. Guiding the pair of you to your couch, Fives attentively listens to your life updates as he sets up the take away food on the coffee table while you look for the film.

Coruscant glows from the skyscrapers’ illumination as the two of you share stories, laughter, and solemn moments of silence. As the night grows later, you find yourself able to relax more than you did just a minute ago. Even though it can be difficult navigating life with so many unknowns thrown at you, you find comfort that Fives will always be there every step of the way.

You’re an extremely creative and passionate person who channels their emotions into their work. Every interaction you have and every piece of art that you create is filled with love.

Everyone would think that you and Fives would be complete opposites, but the two of you complement each other very well. He finds that he’s able to channel his emotions into his athletics. If he’s full of energy, you can always find him rounding up a group of brothers for a game of soccer. When his body and mind ache from the latest mission, Fives goes to the local yoga studio to stretch and take time to himself. The two of you just channel your emotional energies through different outlets, but it’s a shared understanding between the pair of you.

Fives is so intrigued by how you’re able to capture such human experience in writing and artwork that he often asks to join you while you work on your latest project. Ever respectful of your space and work style, he sits near you and rests his head on your workbench to watch you continue your latest project.

He’s an extremely emotionally intelligent person. The minute that he picks up on a change in your mood, Fives keeps a careful eye on you. He never asks what’s going on right away to see if he can figure out how to help you first, but Fives won’t waste too much time where your wellbeing and happiness is concerned. If he can’t figure it out quick enough, he will check in on you and ask what he can do to support you.

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[wp-blaze]

Healing Inergy – inward energy and recovery

Many things vie for my time. There’s not always enough time to turn inward. Inward Home I still have a day job. My “home” work is deeply important to me as well. These inform my inner life constantly. My spouse, our dog, our home, and our neighborhood all receive my daily attention. Whether walking RB, […]

[arcsimper5]

Clone reactions to meeting Grogu:

Rex: *looks him over, visibly confused* I thought jedi couldn't have sex?

Fives: omg omg omg omg omg omg we need to keep him, he's the new 501st mascot, he can ride on my shoulders, I NEED HIM.

Echo: You're cute, which, given nature's cruelty, probably means you are dangerous. *backs away slowly*

Jesse: WHAT IN SITH HELLS IS THAT? KEEP IT AWAY FROM ME!

Kix: *eyes suspiciously*... There is no way you're older than me.

Tup: *repeats nonsense babbling back at him while sitting cross legged and doing arts and crafts*

Dogma: It's LOOKING AT ME. WHAT DO I DO?

Cody: *stares for several minutes*... Can you hold a blaster?

Waxer: *running away with him in his arms while being persued by numerous jedi* NO! CHILD IS MINE!

Boil: You're one weird looking critter... You play sabacc?

Wolffe: *holding him up to Master Plo* General, I humbly request that this be your new padawan. Yes, I know he can barely understand basic, and that he is fundamentally useless. That's why he'll fit in with us. No I'm not being harsh.

Fox: Aw, shit! HOUND! IT GOT OUT OF THE BOX AGAIN!

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[frostycatblr-fandom-files]

How Dominoes Fall

Couldn't help myself and drew the angstier version of my Domino Twins art that now has 100 notes (surprisingly, ilyasm 🩷) and may not have properly tagged my self-reblog asking if anyone was interested upon reflection. (Oops, my bad sorry.)

Still getting the hang of active participation in fandom spaces and building up a following of any kind after being just a lurker too nervous to share anything for so, so long.

Appreciate the traffic I'm getting thus far and ask that you're patient with me as I find my stride and my style!

Random side note; trying to go for a fresh, glowing, blaster wound look in watercolor was a fun (/s) little challenge, don't think I'm doing that again soon.

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[z-socks]

Who's Older?

We all love our Domino Twin boys, but a very important question remains: who's older? TW: very brief clinical mention of fetus termination “That’s Bantha osik and you know it!” 

General Anakin Skywalker couldn’t help but sigh as he caught wind of the argument still going on. Fives and Echo had been at it since leaving Saleucami and appeared to have yet to resolve the matter. He cast a look at Rex who seemed so exhausted he almost felt bad for making him deal with it. But these were his men and they couldn’t risk a petty disagreement getting in the way of their next mission. 

“Alright, boys, what’s the problem?” Anakin asked, approaching the ARC troopers with Rex only a few steps behind him. 

“This di’kut thinks he’s older than me,” Fives accused, shoving his shoulder into Echo’s. 

“I am older than you,” Echo insisted. 

Anakin stared at them in disbelief. This is what was causing such a stir? 

Rex sighed beside him. “Not this again,” he muttered. 

The ‘again’ worried the general. If this was an ongoing issue, he’d have to put an end to it once and for all, no matter how trivial and petty it was. 

“Echo’s number is lower. I think that makes him older,” he offered. 

The three Clones stared at him. 

“Or not?” 

Rex stepped in. “Our numbers come from our growth-jar tree designation. But not all infants on a tree are decanted at the same time. Like, if a fetus is terminated, the jar is emptied and a new embryo takes its place.” 

Well that was all very informative, but not helpful in resolving the matter. Anakin crossed his arms. “Why does it matter who’s older?” 

“It’s a matter of principle. We’re twins, sir,” Fives answered. 

Anakin raised a brow. “Is that some kind of joke?” 

“No, sir,” Echo replied. “Split zygote. A rare but not impossible anomaly.”

Fives cut in, “Like Rex’s hair.”

The captain glared at them.  

“All that means is Echo here got moved to a different jar,” Fives went on. 

“Thereby making me the oldest.”

“Transfer is not decanting!” 

“I left the jar first!” 

“To go to another jar!” 

“Okay, okay, stop!” Anakin sighed, understanding Rex’s exhausted look from earlier. “Echo, Fives is right.” 

“What!?”

“Ha!” 

“If we’re going from decanting-“

“The general agrees with me!” Fives cheered, throwing an arm around Echo’s shoulders and tussling his hair. “You lose! I’m right! Ha! I won! Against you. In semantics!” 

Echo growled, shoving out of Fives’s grasp and grappling for him, the argument turning into a physical fight until Fives escaped and ran off, Echo running after him, still belaboring his point, now with rather colorful language. 

Rex rested a hand on the general’s shoulder. “Rule number one, sir. Don’t pick a winner.” 

Anakin shook his head. “It’s a dumb argument.” 

Rex offered him a small smile. “Just hope you never have twins, sir.”

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[marbled-polecat]

Echo and Fives make the spring migration to rub off all of their itchy skin from the winter. However, Fives is a pest and a menace. Echo wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Art and accompanying drabble can be found HERE!

#arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #mermay #merman #merfolk #tcw #the clone wars #the drabble is a cloneship piece so FYI if that is not your thing #my art

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[lbibliophile-sw]

Missing you at my side

Also on AO3 @whumptober-archive - day 10: "you said you'd never leave" @clonefandomevents - Haunted Clones week - day 3: marching far away (but still beside me) @clonefandomevents - 501 Bingo: facing fears

When Fives looks over his shoulder and finds the space empty, he hurts twice.

First, because Echo is gone. A split-second wrong decision, a ruined helmet on blackened ground, and only one Domino returned from the mission.

Second, because Echo is gone. Brothers never truly leave — a whispered warning of danger in your ear, a comforting hand in the dark. Yet Fives is alone.

When Fives dies, looks over his shoulder and finds the space filled, he hurts three times:

Echo was gone. And Echo did not return. Because Echo is alive...

Meaning Fives is the one who abandoned him.

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[elismor]

Recent Fic Omnibus

I'm so close to 100 drabbles...I can taste it!

Starting Line 3rd 52 Pickup Prompt, written for @cacodaemonia. The one where Flood and Waxer meet.

Great Expectations bite sized spice for @catbuir The one where Rex and Gregor have some fun (drabble)

Out of the Blue A kiss prompt collaboration with @cacodaemonia The one where Waxer and Boil kiss in public (triple drabble)

Vode An 4th 52 Pickup Prompt, written for @seascribbling The one with Fives, Hardcase, and a tubie (3 drabbles)

A Complex Finish A kiss prompt drabble for @catbuir. The one where Cody kisses Wooley.

Home Remedy And another kiss prompt drabble for @cacodaemonia. The one where Numa makes it better.

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[sev-on-kamino]

30 Days of Blossoming Romance (5)

Day 5: Admiring them from afar (prompt list here)

Fives x afab!reader

warnings: none unless you count the dangerous levels of dehydration from being so darn thirsty for Fives 😅

Author’s note: I didn’t even bother with the random generator because it’s day 5, and there’s no way I could resist writing about Fives. I’m weak, ok? Might fuck around and do a part 2 for when they leave the bar 👀

Word count: 903

You had played it cool for as long as possible because Fives was cool. Effortlessly so. But playing it cool had grown difficult the more you let your feelings for him take root. You didn’t want to be aloof or vague. You didn’t want the chase. You wanted to be with him, wanted to be his.

So you’d made your move, laid your cards on the table. Games were fun, but you were done playing. Fives had grown quite serious with you, and for the first time you saw the strength and conviction of an ARC trooper shining through. He didn’t want to play either. He didn’t want there to be a question about where his head was, or where his heart was. Both were hopelessly focused on you.

You sipped your drink, tucked into your booth at 79’s with the other nat born medics and officers, who had ventured out to blow off steam. There was a debate going on between your friends about which trooper was the most attractive. Normally, you’d be in the middle of that conversation, but why debate when the obvious winner, himself, was at the bar, ordering a round for his table?

“Paging Dr. Daydreamer!” One of your friends said waving a hand in front of your face.

“What? What’d I miss?” You asked tearing your eyes away from Fives.

“We were asking who you think is hotter between Commander Cody and Commander Wolffe?”

“Oh, I hadn’t really thought about it. Wolffe’s kinda intimidating,” You said, taking another sip of your drink.

“Ah, and by intimidating you mean he’s not Fives.” It wasn’t a question. That was the flaw in every man. Clone or not.

A chorus of ‘oohs’ raced around the table. Your friends were well aware of your feelings for the ARC trooper, and couldn’t resist teasing you just a little.

“Oh hush!” you fussed, turning to look at Fives as he passed out shots to his brothers. “It’s not my fault. I mean look at him.”

Your friends followed your gaze, and softened a bit. They liked seeing you so smitten, and Fives was easily one of the best troopers to work with.

“And think about it,” you continued, “he’s as kind as he is gorgeous. He just ticks all the boxes and then some.”

You smiled as you watched him, holding court and telling some elaborate story. The way his eyes sparkled, as he gesticulated wildly, no doubt describing a fireball of some sort was captivating. And that damn smile. He could light up any room he walked into with that heart stealing grin of his.

“I can’t believe you’re actually sitting with us, and not draped over him right now,” one of your fellow medics teased.

“I don’t get to see you guys that often anymore,” you said turning to face them, before adding with a cheeky grin, “And I’ll be leaving with him.”

“There it is!” one of the communications officers cheered, downing the rest of their drink.

You looked over to his table one more time, happy to see him laughing and having fun. He looked up and met your eyes, a softer smile. Just for you.

***

Fives was a flirt. This was a known fact just like stars being hot, and space being cold. He didn’t have to turn the charm on, because it was baked right into his personality. With you though, it was so much more than that.

He’d been drawn to you the first time you’d patched him up, mid firefight, eyes bright, gentle yet confident. An actual angel, dodging blaster fire like it was nothing. After that, he’d made every excuse in the galaxy to see you, hoping to charm you into his arms.

The ARC trooper had whipped out his best lines, and your reactions only encouraged him. Your shy giggles when he’d call you beautiful, the vulnerability in your eyes when you had to look up at him because he was so close, and the way you said his name like he was a God. He was so weak for you. He wanted you to be his in every way.

So when you’d made the first move. Laid your feelings bare for him, he’d felt the weight of what was possible with you settling comfortingly around his shoulders. You were trusting him with your precious heart, and he’d be damned if he made you regret it. Finally he could look at you, and know you were his.

And look at you he did. All the time. Every chance he got. Even now, despite the fact that you’d both agreed to meet up at the end of the night, he kept stealing glances at your table. You were stunning as always, wearing a white crop top, and a blue mini skirt. Always sporting his colors.

You were so gorgeous when you laughed, sipping at your drink with a happy little shake of your shoulders. How could he resist?

Mine, all mine, he thought before one of the troopers commanded his attention and requested he tell the story of his latest brush with death. He could give his brothers his attention for now. They deserved it too of course. He’d have all night to focus on you after all.

He snuck in one more look pleased to find you were giving him your attention. He smiled softly, feeling like the luckiest man in the galaxy.

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[dahscribbler]

Nocabra naming

So here's a little snippet into what goes down when clones are encouraged to name their animal companions.

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Once the nocabras are settled into their stables, Keogh encourages the troopers to think about choosing a name for them. Some suggestions are fitting and meaningful. A big draft type called Beskar. An all-rounder dubbed Scout. Jaig for the noca that had markings similar to those worn by Captains Rex and Fordo.

Many however, were not so meaningful.

“What do you mean “Danger Noodle” is a stupid name?” Scorch gripes at Fixer. “He’s dangerous, and he’s a noodle!”

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“Hey Thorn, I have the perfect name for yours!” Thire called out with a mischievous grin.

Thorn resigned himself to his fate with a sigh, “Let’s hear it then, Vod.”

“Thistle!” Thorn shoved his fellow commander.

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“I know exactly what I’m calling mine.” Boost proclaimed with a satisfied smirk.

Sinker raised an eyebrow, “Oh yeah?”

“”Rocket”!”

Sinker looked at Boost unimpressed, “”Rocket”… Seriously?”

“Ooh! You know what you should call yours? “Hookline”!”

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“So Keogh,” Fives begins, “out of all you’ve trained so far, who wins for dumbest mount name?”

“Well…” they pause for a moment thinking, “I wouldn't say dumbest but there have certainly been some… “unique” names.” 

“Okay but if you had to pick the weirdest one?”

Without hesitation they answer, “I think that title would have to go to trooper Calico with “Scaly Long Chonk”.”

“Of course it would be Calico.” Papaver muttered fondly.

Keogh smiles at Pav, “Oh, you know him?”

“Unfortunately. He’s often referred to as Scales nowadays.” Papaver informs. “It turns out shouting “Scaly Long Chonk” was a bit of a mouthful in the heat of battle.”

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What names do you think the boys would come up with? Silly or serious. What would your OCs call their Nocabra? I'm curious. 😁

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[sleepingsun501]

100 followers Drabble request! Echo and Fives being goobers, and an incident involving ice cream and various sundae toppings.

Ooh I gotcha! Thank you for the request! This was actually really fun to think about, and I can totally see them being crazy when they have sugar. Hope you enjoy it!

🍦Domino Twin Ice Cream Shenanigans🍨

“Cones are better!” Fives insisted loudly, taking a long lick of his cocoa-caf-flavored ice cream.

“No, they’re not! They’re so much messier,” Echo protested, taking a spoonful of his own purple zoochberry ice cream. “Just look at your armor.”

Fives glanced down at his vambrace in the light of the streetlamps, and there was dark brown ice cream slowly dripping down his arm. Unfazed, he just shrugged and licked it off before nibbling the little cocoa chips off the top of his cone.

“Ugh! Karking hells, you’re disgusting!” Echo whined, grimacing at his twin. “Have you even cleaned your armor since we got back?”

Fives chuckled. “Nope. Too busy trying to get your ass out the door so we could get to the dessert place before they closed.”

Rex and Jesse trailed behind them, eating their own frozen treats and listening to the twins bicker.

“I can’t believe they’re actually having this conversation,” Rex sighed tiredly.

Jesse laughed beside him and bumped his elbow. “I can. Just imagine the sugar high those two are gonna have later. Plus, Fives has caf in his.”

The captain groaned. He knew nobody in the barracks would be asleep after lights-out tonight with Fives and Echo hyped up on sugar. His attention was diverted back to the twins as their squabbling grew louder.

“But you can fit so many more toppings in a cup!” Echo argued. “I got so much more in here than just those cocoa chips on yours.” He tilted his paper cup toward his brother to prove his point. “And you have to eat yours so much faster.”

Fives took another lick of his ice cream and squinted at Echo. “Yeah, well at least I don’t take an hour to finish a ration bar, like some people.”

“I do not!”

“Do so!”

“You inhale your food!”

“You chew with your mouth open!”

“Chew this!”

Fives suddenly found his mouth, nose, and cheek smeared with his ice cream as Echo shoved his hand holding his cone into his face. With the reflexes of an ARC trooper, the shock did not last long. He smirked wickedly and swiped Echo’s cup, taking off running down the street with a cursing vod hot on his heels.

Jesse doubled over with laughter, not caring that the rest of their first night of leave was sure to be just as chaotic.

Rex shook his head and laughed quietly, scraping the last of his ice cream from his cup and watching his best two ARCs scuffle. “Fucking ade.”

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[523rdrebel]

Good afternoon! I’m making rounds begging for fluff and kind of cherry picking the prompts with a bit of a giggle.

So if you would try this prompt - "sorry, that was my first kiss." "i could tell." "...." "i'm kidding!"

First I wanted to ask for someone like Tup or Echo. But I think I really kind of need Kix. Yup this prompt with it being Kix’s first.

Have a beautiful afternoon!

Thank you so much for the ask @sunshinesdaydream! I've never written for Kix before, so hopefully this is good.

Kix x Jedi Reader - First Kiss Prompt

SFW, I don't think there are any warnings needed

This drabble starts with Fives being a meddling sibling, there's some hurt/comfort involved, and lots of playful sarcasm and sass.

“You know, Fives, for an ARC Trooper, you’re getting pretty clumsy.” You regard him with a smirk.

Fives rushes towards you, racing down the station corridor at breakneck speed. You narrowly avoid a collision by directing a gentle force push to redirect his trajectory just to the left. He still stumbles a moment before recovering and skipping up to catch up to you. 

He mimes offense, placing one hand dramatically over his chest, “Don’t be like that vod’ika! You know I can’t see straight when surrounded by so many pretty people.”

You respond with a flat tone, “You should get that checked out…”

To your surprise, his face lights up at the suggestion, and you feel his hands on your shoulders, attempting to turn you towards the Medbay, “You’re right! I think I need to see Kix!” his eyes focus intently on your face for a moment before his smile widens even more, victory-“You blushed!”

You halt abruptly, hands flying to your cheeks, “--I didn’t!” 

“You did! Tup owes me 15 credits!” He laughs victorious and pumps a hand in the air.

You take a half-hearted swing at the back of his head, but Fives swiftly ducks, dodging your hand effortlessly. He laughs, nudging you with his elbow, "Don't be sore, I'm just trying to help out my vode."

"Trying to meddle is more like it…" you raise a suspicious eyebrow at him.

He shrugs, another shit-eating grin plastered on his face, "You say meiloorun, I say meilOHrun–"

You roll your eyes, "Literally nobody says that."

He ignores your sardonic reply, once again placing his hands on your shoulders and turning you slightly towards the Medbay. "Look, will you just go check on him? Kix has been on a rampage today and he's always softer with you." 

You find Kix in his small office just off the station Medbay. The lights were low, just the dull navigation lights around the base of the room still illuminated softly. Kix's shadowy form was hunched at his desk, head held in his hands, and he didn’t react to your entrance.

His pleading eyes were so pathetic your resolve was gone in an instant.  You sigh, mostly to hold up the facade that you weren't excited and enticed by the idea, "Fine. I'll check on him."

_

"Kix?" You called softly, careful to keep your steps light as you approached.

He groaned, "I'll be there in a few minutes." His voice sounded pained and tired.

"No you won't. You're taking the night off."

He finally looks up, taking a concerning amount of time to formulate a response. "I'm fine. It's just a headache. I'll live."

"Kix, headache or no, they can go one evening without you. You need to rest."

"You have too much faith in them-Ah!" He nearly doubles over, hands flying to press just above his temples.

"Thank you for proving my point-" You take that as permission and swiftly approach to stand just before where he sat at the desk. "Here, let me help." You reach forward, placing both hands on either side of his head. You begin massaging in soothing circular motions with your fingers, reaching out with the force to concentrate a cooling sensation at your fingertips.

Kix releases a contented sigh and you feel his hands reach up and pull you closer between his legs, gripping the back of your top in tight fists. His forehead rests on your chest and you hear a mumbled, "...meshla."

Your face and body is flushed and hot, but you keep massaging until you feel his body fully relax and his hands release their fists to hold you softly. Maybe it's the darkened privacy of the room, or the physical closeness, or the way Kix seemed to soften and melt in your arms but you were emboldened.

You pulled back, putting a breath of space between you, and Kix angled his face to regard yours. You leaned forward, your lips crashing into his and capturing his pleasant gasp with your tongue. It's a little awkward, and you try to adjust your angle to avoid crushing your nose against his. You feel a chuckle rumble in his chest, and his hands press into your back. He pulls you more fully against him, adjusting his angle to kiss you back more insistently, hungrily.

You break away, your cheeks flushed, and clear your throat, "Sorry, that was my first kiss."

"I could tell." Kix deadpans.

Your eyes widen and the sour feeling of embarrassment pooling in your belly.

He holds your gaze for a beat before laughing, "I'm kidding!" Then captures your lips once more in a deep, knee weakening kiss.

"You know… Maybe I could use some more practice." You whisper. Kix doesn't need a second invitation, and Fives’s collection of credit chits mysteriously increases.

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[ghostofskywalker]

Congratulations on 2.5k! for 🐙 can I request Rex + Surprise?

🐙 - traditional drabbles (exactly 100 words)

“Hey Captain, can we-” Fives burst into Rex’s barrack room, not even bothering to knock, and when both you and Rex sat up with matching sleepy expressions on your faces (it was the middle of the night after all), the ARC Trooper stopped in his tracks. 

“I didn’t mean to- I wasn’t trying-” Fives sputtered, turning around and bolting out of the room.

You looked over at Rex. “Should we worry what that was about?” 

Tiredly, he shook his head. “Probably, but I really just want to go back to bed.” 

“We can deal with it in the morning then.”

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[treesnutsandleaveswrites]

Five Reminders of Fives

An Echo Drabble

One.

When Hunter first called him his vod, Echo’s world stopped for a moment. They were fixing up his hammock in the Batch’s barracks, finally relieving Echo from sleeping on the floor the past few rotations. They were pulling it up into the air when Hunter spoke.

“Is that alright, vod?”

Echo snapped his gaze to where Hunter was standing, briefly seeing his goateed brother in his red GAR training outfit, before being pulled away by Hunter’s voice.

“Echo?”

Hunter looked at him expectantly, still waiting for an answer. Echo looked back at the hammock before nodding.

“Yeah… yeah, that's good…” He licked his lips, finding the familiarity of the word again…

“Vod…”

~~~~~~~~

Two.

Wrecker was sitting at the workbench in their barracks with Hunter, arm wrestling. Even if Wrecker was the strongest of the group, Hunter was showing some great resilience against him. Echo was watching them with nothing else better to do, not fully focussed on who would win. Wrecker strained out, still trying to throw Hunter off somehow.

“Who do you think will win, Eck?”

Fives and Hevy were standing on either side of the monitor that had the screen looking over the Rishi moon, grunting and panting as they fought for dominance in this arm wrestle. Fives panted out with a smirk.

“It’s gonna be me, right, vod?”

Wrecker grinned, still pushing until he was finally able to slam Hunter’s hand against the durasteel with a victorious whoop following after.

~~~~~~~~

Three.

Echo and Tech were fixing the Marauder, adding some new enhancements that Tech thought up the night before. Echo was sitting on the armrest of the pilot’s seat while Tech was under the console, looking at the wiring. Tech was murmuring under his breath.

“Kriffing hell…”

Echo was leaning against the wing of a fighter in the hangar of the Resolute as he watched Fives laying under it, cursing quietly. He chuckled with a shake of his head while looking down at his brother.

“Need a little help?”

Tech hummed, rolling out from under the panel to look at Echo.

“That would be very useful.”

~~~~~~~~

Four.

Crosshair wasn’t a conversationalist. Echo knew that from the get go. Sometimes, when Echo couldn’t sleep from all the buzzing in his brain, he would find Crosshair awake and they would simply sit in silence. One particular night, Echo was tossing and turning in his hammock. It was no use going to sleep, so he got out of his hammock and found Crosshair sitting on one of their cargo boxes while pieces of his rifle blaster were set out on the floor in front of him. Echo sat at the workbench near him, looking over the pieces carefully before looking to the sniper as he cleaned a certain piece meticulously.

“You gotta get in there.”

Fives explained, rubbing the dirty cloth over the blaster piece. He was particular about how his blasters were cleaned and now he was showing Echo how it was done. Echo nodded while watching his vod.

“I get it.”

Echo didn’t realize Crosshair had spoken until he found his eyes reflecting his own. Crosshair looked at him for a moment before going back to cleaning another piece, letting Echo watch so he’d be able to find some peace in the night.

~~~~~~~~

Five.

After leaving Kamino, Echo’s mind was jumbled with uncertainty. He had never known anything other than the Republic, so he never really thought of life away from it. Away from the GAR… away from war… He wasn’t reminded of that kind of life until Omega with her wide, wondering eyes. She had so many questions and so much to discover, just like when he and Fives went out into the galaxy as ARC troopers for the first time. Omega looked over the farm on Cut’s land with a glimmer in her eyes before looking up at Echo with a smile.

“Do you want this one day?”

Fives looked at him with a small smile. They were standing at the border of a small village they had just given aid to, watching as the people tried to get back to their peaceful, domesticated lives. Their other brothers helping in small, meaningful ways. Echo looked back at Fives for a moment, truly thinking of the end of the war. Thinking of his brothers living freely. Thinking of Fives. He could see it in his eyes that Fives wanted it. And he deserved it.

Echo managed to nod softly.

“Yeah… one day.”

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[mwolf0epsilon]

Ok. I’m a bid Dogma fan myself. I’ve been following you for a couple weeks or so now. Something happened to Dogma at 79’s right? Did I miss something?

I take it you're talking about these two posts specifically [X] [X].

Back before the Forceful Intervention AU was a thing, I wrote one of my very first drabbles (atrocious writing really but it was a big starting point for the narrative I started developing for the FIAU Universe) that, funnily enough, was about Dogma but never featured his point of view.

Instead it was about post-Umbara from the point of view of one of my natborn OCs who had actually taken the time to befriend Dogma (and a few other troopers) prior to the Umbara Arc, and her witnessing the 501st denigrating his name while heavily drunk (to be fair to them, they'd just come out of a really rough situation and wanted to escape it through indulging at 79's, and things quickly got out of hand because angry and sad drunk men don't think before they speak, and pointing the finger at Dogma was easier to do than admit the system they all follow is heavily flawed and cares not for them).

Unbeknownst to them (but not to Mae, the OC in question, who was informed by Olly), Dogma has been interrogated and sentenced in a flash trial, and been turned into a huge cover-up's scapegoat by the Chancellor to "preserve the Jedi's flawless image so as to not shake up the civilians who need to believe in their heroes more than ever".

Long story short, in their attempt to ignore how badly Umbara has shaken them up, Jesse and Fives make some really cruel comments at Dogma's expense, not knowing that he's already a dead man walking who will be sent to Kamino to be either reconned or decommed depending on what the Kaminoans decide is best. And Tup who's sitting with them, doesn't do anything to defend his twin's name and just lets the rest of the troopers laugh and add their own comments and assumptions into the mix.

And this is both witnessed by Olly who followed Mae and her two companions (two 104th ARCs she helped rescue from Krell's battalion who were originally a part of the squad Tup and Dogma were assigned to on Kamino) to make sure they would be ok, Mae herself who bursts into genuine tears over how helpless she felt because she couldn't help her friend, and both Bully and Jawbreaker who were disgusted with the 501st's behavior and started a bar fight to defend Dogma's name. Olly already being there, helped a squad of fellow corries put an end to said bar fight and carted off everyone involved to the drunk tank.

That's the body cam footage Dogma is obsessing over. The derogative comments and Tup quietly sitting there saying nothing to put an end to them, like he would have during their cadet days.

It both hurts him deeply and fuels a deep-seethed anger towards himself and the 501st that only grows more confusing after the Coruscant Guard has no trouble accepting Dogma as he is.

What did he do wrong that he was so horrendously rejected by his first family battalion that he'd been so proud of being a part of, but not by the second who extended their understanding and patience to him without question or ridicule at his shortcomings?

Was he just not good enough to be a part of the 501st? Not crazy or flexible enough to meet their demands? Was he just too dogmatic and set in his ways to be welcomed? Too rigid to be a vod? A perpetual outsider?

These are the questions that bring him back to that footage. It's a cycle of self-consciousness, self-hatred and grief that one day he will overcome. But it's not an easy or clean process.

Because it never is.

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[literallyjustanerd]

Tease (Fives X Fem!Reader)

You're a student at Coruscant U. The boys of the 501st are guest speakers for a class on galactic politics. But one particular ARC trooper gets more than he bargains for when he starts checking you out...

My first time attempting anything close to smut, hope y'all enjoy! Lmk if it's good enough that you'd want a continuation ;) This also may be partially inspired by a dream i had oops

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: eye-fucking, teasing, showing off, making out, hints of both dom reader and dom Fives, suggestive ending

Rating: 18+ (minors DNI please)

Credit for the Fives divider to @freesia-writes with helmet art by @lornaka !

You have to stifle a yawn as you settle into your desk, stretching out heavy limbs. Your last lecture after a long day of classes. Galactic Relations and Conflict wasn’t really relevant to your major- you’d picked the elective on a whim, but it had proven to be your most interesting class this semester by far. Today promised to be no different: your lecturer had pulled some strings and arranged for some pretty interesting guest speakers.

You hear them before you see them: boisterous laughter echoing down the hallways. Then, the boys in blue file through the door. The one in front corrals the others into order as they come to stand at attention at the back of the hall. Five in total- two ARC troopers, two lieutenants and their Commanding Officer. Armour proudly polished where it isn’t scuffed or dented, painted helmets slung under their arms. Two things hit you in quick succession as your eyes cross the five identical faces. One: these clones are nothing like the carbon copies you’ve seen on your holoscreen. As alike as they look under their haircuts and tattoos, they’re individuals, plain as day, from how they style themselves to the way they stand and speak. Two: one of them is looking your way.

There’s a cool confidence in his demeanour, an effortless assurance to his movements, and he’s not at all embarrassed to be caught looking: though he’s still in conversation with the others, his eyes don’t waver from yours for a moment. It gives you ample time to take in the view, and what a view it is. The angle of his brow highlights the tattoo at his temple, and from there you follow the sharp cut of his jaw down to the well-kept goatee at his chin, up to the inviting curve of his mouth. Solid, square shoulders shift when he laughs at something another clone says. There’s a stray curl falling over his forehead you want to tangle in your fingers. You fight the urge to bite your lip as your eyes venture lower, sweeping down a broad, thick chest to his deliberately cocked hip. You force yourself to look away. Can’t be caught ogling the trooper, like the self-proclaimed “bucket fuckers” you see on your social media feed, lining up at 79s every weekend. You’re not that desperate. Subconsciously, though, you realise you’ve straightened in your seat, pulled your shoulders back. You’re even toying with your hair. 

You cringe internally, chastising yourself for looking so eager. Calm down, you think, it probably doesn’t even mean anything that he’s looking. The lecture isn’t due to start for another ten minutes, and among the smattering of early students, you’re the only one in the front row. He’s just getting a look at his audience. But when you chance another look up at the ARC trooper, you find his gaze still locked onto you, even as the clone beside him continues to speak. Cockiness is a trait you usually find irritating. But much to your dismay, instead of scoffing when he arches his brow and quirks his mouth in your direction, you feel your pulse quicken and your skin heat.

He winks, and your mind is made up in an instant, caution thrown to the wind. It’s been too long since you’ve taken a break from your studies and had this kind of fun. If he wants to play the game, you’ll play. And you’re not going down without a fight.

You bring your eyes back down to your desk and pretend to be deeply focused on laying out your datapad for taking notes. Hot as blaster fire, his gaze still burns on you, but you refuse to give in. You’re no stranger to this dance, and you’ve gotten pretty good at it, even if you do say so yourself. Your lecturer enters soon after and begins the talk, introducing your guests. You get your first taste of the ARC trooper’s deep, gravelly voice when he steps forward in turn, as well as his name. Fives. It loops in your mind as you wrap your lips around it, trying it out. As Captain Rex takes the podium, you make your first move. Slowly, deliberately, you cross one leg over the other, and lean your elbows on your desk, shoulders pulled proudly back. The stars must have aligned for you this morning: you’d picked one of your lower cut shirts, and it frames your cleavage perfectly. A few carefully counted seconds later, you tilt your head away from the podium back to Fives.

Oh, yeah. You’ve got him. 

He’s looking. He’s staring. His gaze has darkened, intensified. When his eyes roam down low and creep back up, you feel it like it’s his fingers on your skin. Your body warms under the stare, liquid heat pouring over you, pooling at the top of your thighs. Not wanting to seem too self-satisfied, you allow yourself a small, restrained smirk. A twitch of your eyebrow, just to gloat. Such a small gesture, but it lights a fire in Fives’ eyes. You’re enjoying the game, but you want to stretch it out, so you leave him hanging, and go back to listening to Captain Rex, your stylus working across your datapad, dutifully taking notes like you’d been paying attention the whole time.

You don’t let up on Fives, though. As his brothers each take their turn to answer questions from the cohort, you pull out every trick up your sleeve. Mussing your hair, adjusting your top. You swear you see his upper lip twitch into a growl when you shift your legs, gliding one foot up and down your calf. He has his arms folded now, the end of a thumb jammed into his mouth, chewing on the tip in a way that makes you hungry to replace that thumb with your lips. He makes no attempt to hide his want: he’s undressing you with his eyes, and you’re quickly getting drunk on the power. The killing blow comes when Fives has to wrench his attention from you long enough to take his turn at the stand. You can see him struggling to keep his focus on the rest of the lecture hall and away from you. At first, you feign innocence, letting up the act for a few short minutes, playing nice, giving him a reprieve. And in truth, it’s not hard to actually stop and listen to his words: he speaks with confidence, cracks a few corny but endearing jokes, and answers the audience’s questions with a thoughtfulness and insight that catches you off guard. Shit, you think, swallowing down the flutter in your chest, he might have the edge on you. 

But in the end, he will get no mercy from you. The third time he gives in and glances in your direction, he finds you with your stylus poised at the corner of your mouth. Your pulse throbbing, you grind your thighs together, making a show of it. Your tongue darts out for just a moment and, soft and delicate, you press the stylus past your lips, teasing the tip. The effect is instant. Fives chokes on his last word, stifling a groan that quickly turns into a string of coughs. His eyes are blown wide, his cheeks several shades darker as he tries to regain his composure and remember what he had been saying. 

You win.

You back off for the rest of the lecture, content to enjoy the feeling of his eyes on you and the playful glances you exchange from the moment he leaves the podium. He takes your little trick in stride, and even gives back what he gets, a sway in his hips as he walks back to rejoin the other clones, taking it slow to give you ample time to enjoy the view from behind. All too quickly, though, the talk ends, and so does your fun. You shoot Fives one last wink as he and his brothers leave the hall, and he fixes you with a cutting smile that’s equal parts charming and dangerous. You gather your things and leave with the other students, with full intention of returning to your apartment to take care of the ache between your legs alone. The memory of Fives’ gaze lingers on your skin, drawing an involuntary shudder. 

The train home is going to be torture.

But you don’t make it to the station. You don’t even make it off campus. You’re rounding the corner away from the lecture hall when you hear him. He clears his throat, and your nerves thrill when you turn to see Fives leaning heavy against the wall, one hand propped on the inviting curve of his hip. The pathway he stands in is seldom-used, small and quiet, and the shadows from the towering buildings throw his face into shadow. His voice is pitched low when he speaks, thick and sweet, dripping like syrup.

“Quite a show you just put on,” he purrs, and the words go straight to your cunt. “What’s your name, gorgeous?” You give him your answer, careful to keep your voice in check while the rest of you quivers with anticipation. Fives repeats it, the sound rolling heavily off his tongue.

“Thought this gig was going to be boring,” he muses, “you certainly proved me wrong. Thought it would only be polite to return the favour. Show my… appreciation?”

The curling grin on your face is all the answer he needs: a thick hand on your waist pulls you into the alleyway, cold brick at your back and hot breath on your neck. You’re trapped in an instant, bracketed by his arms on either side. His lips hover an agonising inch from your skin, sparks of honey-sweet electricity dancing along your shoulders and down your spine.

His body is still angled away from yours, yet the tiny, twitching roll of his hips draws an answering thrust from you all the same. The lack of friction tears a tiny groan of frustration from your throat before you can stop it, and Fives’ chest rumbles with his answering chuckle. The end of your rope dangles so close. It would be so easy to just give in and let him win. Your defences weaken further when the warmth against your throat sharpens, searing breath giving way to the scorching wet heat of his lips at the top of your jaw. The dizzying thrill of finally feeling him against you is what gives you the strength to regain control. A firm hand at his cheek shifts his mouth away from your ear and onto your lips, kissing him hard and merciless. He moans when your fingers dip low to scratch teasingly through his goatee, and the sound sets your every nerve singing symphonies. In an instant you know you’d do anything to hear that sound again, to feel the high of him melting under your touch. With dwindling patience you reach out, grabbing at the belt of his armour and trying to pull him flush against you. He resists, breaking your kiss just barely and tutting against your lips.

“No need to rush, mesh’la,” he taunts, settling a warm, gloved hand on the swell of your hip. He’s firm but gentle, coaxing you back into the wall with just enough pressure to tease you. You recognise the Mando’a, though you can’t quite place its meaning. You find you don’t much care- not when Fives is kneading at your waist and mouthing at your collarbone. 

“We’ve got plenty of time Besides…” With one fluid movement, he forces your legs apart, pressing one thick thigh between your own. It's your turn to moan, trying to shift your hips, though Fives' grip keeps you maddeningly still. ”You gave me a whole lot of grief back there. I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

You swallow thickly, the shifting column of your throat catching against Fives’ teeth and making you gasp. This one might be harder to win than you thought. A devilish grin slides onto your lips.

You still won’t go down without a fight.

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