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mandos-mind-trick · 8 months
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The Red Dress
Summary: They may have your attention, but it's his fingers inside you under the table.
Pairing: Fives x reader
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, fingering, public sex, exhibitionism, drinking, alcohol, Fives being cocky, confession of feelings, just a little jealousy
A/N: I've never written for Fives before so please bear with me. Welcoming myself back from my break with a bang, pun intended. I am also utilizing medic!reader once more just because I can.
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The first time he sees you in that dress, he knows he’s screwed.  
He has Kix to thank for everything. He had been the one to convince you to come out with them in the first place. You, the 501st’s new medic, who had quickly won the hearts of the entire legion with your gentle touches and soft reassurances. You who asked their names and remembered them. You with that infectious smile, and the soft laugh that rang out at even the lamest jokes. 
They had all mutually agreed they would start a war for you. 
Fives was no less enamored with you than his brothers. You laughed at his jokes, and got shy when he lightly teased and flirted. He had once asked you to kiss his freshly bandaged wound, entirely joking, but he’ll never forget how you raised his arm to press a soft kiss to the bandage. 
His stomach still flips thinking about it. 
He hadn’t been expecting you to join them on shore leave. They were headed to 79s as usual, waiting on a few stragglers, including Kix. He hadn’t been expecting you to be following the medic down the ramp, but as soon as he sees you, he forgets all his impatience. 
His eyes widen, jaw going slack as you slowly make your way down the ramp. The others notice, turning to see just what’s caught his attention.
The dress is a little satin number that hugs every curve and slope of your body perfectly. The thin straps and sloping neckline reveal more skin than he’s ever seen before, the hem falling halfway down your thighs. 
It’s also red. 
A deep, sinful red that Fives already knows is going to draw the gaze of everyone in the bar. His hands tighten into fists, his pants tightening just a bit as well. 
“I didn’t think you’d mind if I invited our favorite medic along.” Kix says, drawing his attention, and everyone else’s. 
“No.” Hardcase says, the vision of you in the dress having silenced even him. “Not at all.” 
Fives resists the urge to punch Hardcase as he slips an arm around your shoulders, guiding you to the transport. 
This is going to be a long night. 
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Fives had been right in his prediction that you would gain the attention of the entire bar. He was quick to notice just how much you shied from the attention, but he knew he and his brothers were not going to share. 
They squish you into the center of the booth, silently glaring away any trooper, shiny or not, that even glances your way. You seem happily unaware of it as you sit between Jesse and Tup. They’re laying it on thick, Jesse’s arm stretched across the back of the booth behind you. 
Fives’ hand tightens around his glass as Jesse leans in, saying something quietly to you. You get that bashful look on your face again, fingers trailing through the condensation on your glass. You’ve barely finished one glass of the cheap beer the bar provided to the clones. 
Fives gets his moment when Tup excuses himself from the table for a bathroom break and Jesse is sent to the bar for the next round. He quickly shuffles into the booth next to you, so close you’re almost touching. You turn to look at him, eyes shining in the dim light above the table. 
“You alright?” He asks, leaning in a bit so you can hear him over the music. “Are they making you uncomfortable?” 
You shake your head. “No, they’re sweet, I’ve just...had my gaze on someone else for a while.” 
He tilts his head as he stares down at you. “Anyone I know?” 
“Well, he’s a clone.” You say, giving him a cute little smile. 
“Right. That narrows it down.” Fives nods. 
“He’s an ARC trooper.” You continue. 
“Narrows it down more.” Fives says, leaning his arm on the table so he can lean in closer. 
“He’s funny and smart and one of the bravest men I’ve ever met.” You stare up into his eyes, searching for something. “He has the sweetest brown eyes, and a cute little wrinkle between his brows when he frowns.” Your gaze drops to his lips. “He has a goatee, and a tattoo, and quite the unique nickname.” 
Fives smirks, slipping his arm across the back of the booth behind you. His fingers trail along the bare skin of your shoulders, just as soft as he imagined. He leans in closer, watching the goosebumps form on your skin as he leans into your ear. You smell good, the best thing he’s ever smelled. His nose presses into your hair, smelling your sweet scent as his lips brush your ear. 
“I need to hear you say it.” He whispers, fingers tracing patterns across the back of your neck and shoulders. 
You turn your head just slightly, hand dropping to his thigh. “You.” You say it just audible above the thump of the music playing. “It’s you.” 
Fives smirks, pulling back a bit as Jesse returns to the table. Despite the goosebumps on your skin, it’s warm to the touch, Fives brushing your cheek gently as he pulls his arm away. He’s pressed right up against you, his hand slipping under the table to rest against your knee. 
“Tell me to stop.” He says quietly, Jesse taking his spot next to you once more. 
You give him a look that speaks a thousand words, a look he didn’t think you were capable of. He’s glad the table hides everything as his pants suddenly get very tight. You turn your attention to Jesse as he starts speaking to you, Fives getting a refill on his glass and yours as Rex passes around the new pitcher. 
His hand slowly begins to slip higher up your leg, fingers tracing the soft skin. Your legs widen just slightly for his hand, speaking volumes as you continue to entertain Jesse’s story. 
He bites back a groan as he finds the damp fabric between your legs. It’s a bit much to call them underwear, a lacy little number he wants to slip into a pocket later. He rubs you over your panties, your hips shifting just slightly. You disguise it as you reach for your glass, taking another sip of beer. 
He watches the way your hand tightens just slightly around the glass as he pushes the fabric to the side, trailing his fingers along your pussy. He joins in on the conversation as he sinks a finger into your tight heat, your hips shifting just slightly again to give him room. 
You’re good at hiding it, moving subtly with the conversation as he and Jesse go back and forth. If Jesse looked down, it wouldn’t be hard to figure out where his hand is, but thankfully he’s just a little too drunk to be aware of his surroundings. 
You clench tightly around his finger as the rest of the table joins into the conversation, recounting a story of some mission they’d gone on months ago, before you’d joined them. He can see your skin starting to get dewy with sweat, your breath picking up just slightly. You’re soaking his hand, a second finger slipping in easily. 
He watches the column of your throat as you swallow another mouthful of beer, halfway through the glass already. Maker, he wishes he could remove his codpiece, pull you into his lap and make you sit on his cock. What he wouldn’t give to ease you under the table, have those sinful lips wrapped around him. Kriff, he’s one squeeze away from laying you out on the table and fucking you in front of his brothers and the entire bar. 
He curls his fingers inside you, your lips parting as you squeeze around him, your legs shaking under the table. You set your glass back on the table just a little too hard, gaining the attention of the others. 
“You alright, mesh’la?” Hardcase frowns at you in concern. 
You nod, swallowing thickly. “Yeah.” Your voice is breathy, a bead of sweat sliding down the side of your face. “Just starting to feel it a bit.” 
“I didn’t peg you as a lightweight.” Tup says, having returned to the table at some point. 
You shrug, playing off the way your thighs squeeze around his hand. “Never really been much of a drinker before.” 
“Well, we’re just out here corrupting you, aren’t we?” Kix smirks, his voice deep from the alcohol. 
You’re close, your thighs squeezing around his hand as you press your hips against him. “That’s one way of putting it.” You laugh breathlessly. 
Fives curls his fingers again, your face leaning in close to his ear. You let out a quiet little whimper that nearly has him cumming in his pants. Your breath fans against his skin, his hand slipping from your underwear. Oh how he’d love to taste you on his skin. 
“Fresher.” You breathe, already sliding away from him. “Two minutes.” 
He watches you slip out of the booth, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watches the others eyes follow your form until you disappear into the crowd.
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thejediscrolls · 1 year
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Bets
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Captain Rex x reader
A bet was made throughout the 501st that their Jedi couldn’t take out the training droids without a lightsaber or the force
Fluff with a little extra fluff
“I think without their use of the force or their lightsabers, they would have a harder time fighting these tin cans.” Hardcase explained as he downed another shot.
“Our commander is more than capable.” Rex leaned back in his seat with a hard look.
“Of course you would say that.” Fives nudged his commander with a knowing look.
Rex glared at his brother, an all telling sign for him to shut up. No one else knew about the relationship between himself and their Jedi. Except for Fives because of the times he stumbled upon them outside of 79’s in the alley way. Now sworn to secrecy Five still likes to make jokes here and there.
“I think our commander would kick ass!” Jesse defended.
“We should make a bet.” Tup suggested as he leaned his elbows onto the table, “Whose in?”
I watched from a few steps away, the loud atmosphere was enough to hide my presence. It was another win for the republic and everyone was here to celebrate. I watched my boys take credits out and place them on the table.
“So… Care to explain what is going on here?” I asked with a chuckle as I finally made my presence known.
“Commander!” Jesse looked surprised, “We were just… Uh?”
I watched as Rex rolled his eyes and took a swig of his drink, “You boys started this, might as well tell her.”
It amused me how much he took on the older brother role, but it warmed my heart all the same. I could feel him relax under the light pressure of my touch as I waited for one of the boys to answer.
My gaze briefly trailed across the side of Rex’s face. Almost two weeks has passed since I was able to be this close to him. I couldn’t help the slide of my palm against the shoulder plate of his uniform. I knew it wasn’t truly him. Getting to touch him like that would have to wait until we were alone, but his uniform was apart of him and he wore it proudly.
“It’s nothing!” Hardcase mutter as he scratched the back of his neck.
“The boys are making a bet… Again.” Rex answered for them.
“Hm… Now I’m intrigued.” I hummed and took my seat next to Rex, “What is this bet about?”
“Well commander, half of us think that you wouldn’t be able to last as long as us on the battlefield without your Jedi powers and lightsaber while the other half believes that you can.” Kix explained while nudges and subtle laughter was shared between my squad.
“I’m the other half commander!” Jesse smiled proudly as he rose his hand in the air and I couldn’t help but chuckle at his enthusiasm.
“Thank you Jess.” I smiled gratefully at my friend.
“Kiss up.” Hawk rolled his eyes and the group fell into a fit of laughter.
“Hm… How would this work?” I paced my hand on my chin in mock debate, “Well I don’t have any missions scheduled any time soon so would your training simulators suffice to settle this bet of yours?”
“You would really do it?” Fives asked, his eyes lighting up with excitement.
I nodded, “Like Jesse, I believe I have pretty decent chance without my Jedi abilities so why not?”
79’s atmosphere was loud, clones taking a break from the war to have a good time. I could hear my squad clearly as they hollered in excitement at my answer. They soon fell into another humorous debate over who was the strongest team member and I had to stop myself from snorting at their displays of masculinity. What warmed my heart the most was being surrounded by my boys as well as the other troopers who survived our recent battle against the separatists.
Thankfully, no more attention was directed to me as the 501st immersed themselves in their celebration. I haven’t been able to see him since we parted ways after the meeting with Ashoka, Anakin, and Obiwan. A sudden burst of relief flowed through me as I once again thanked the force that Rex was alive, still here with me.
I glanced down to the space that Rex left for me, his left arm resting across the back of the booth, allowing me to fit in beside him if I chose to. I smiled softly and took my seat. I could feel his warmth through his armor and it felt like home against my body.
He felt like home…
I leaned into him to gain his attention, “And you, captain?” I tilted my head and waited for Rex to answer.
He glanced at me, “You know my answer commander.” He replied with a knowing smirk that I returned fully.
I turned my head and the two of us fell into a comfortable silence as we watched our family. Echo was currently trying to beat Hardcase in an arm wrestle while Tub was trying to explain how to smooth talk a girl to Jesse while Fox just shook his head at Tub’s so called ‘wisdom’.
It was when I felt Rex’s free hand against my thigh that the butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I placed my right hand on top of his, rubbing my thumb against his worn knuckles. He leaned down to my ear.
I felt his hot breath against my skin as he whispered, “Are you ready to go home?” He asked I knew he was clearly referring to his place.
It was just a little apartment given to me by the republic, but it had meant every to me and now to him. A place to call his own… Our own.
I nodded, clearly not trusting myself to answer with his thumb rubbing circles on my thigh. I knew that no one in the entire galaxy could make me feel this much love towards anyone the way I did for him. And I had a feeling it was the same for him.
This was going to be a long night…
“Rex?” I whispered his name as I slid my palm across his to hold his hand.
We lied in the comfort of the silk sheets. I bought them during my few days off a couple weeks ago. The moon outside casted a dim light over our covered forms.
Movement underneath my hand brought a smile to my face from the very man that threw all meanings of no attachment out the window. If any of my fellow Jedi would know about what we share… I’d be kicked out of the order and would never be able to fight by Rex’s side again. A dark feeling consumed me at the thought of not being able to protect him. I quickly pushed it away deciding to focus on the now, which included my self being awake while he slept peacefully.
An urge to wake him crept through me. That consuming feeling of missing him even if he was right beside me took over the Jedi urge to subdue my feelings.
“Are you awake?” I whispered into the quiet space only filled with sounds of speeders and ships flying not to far from our window.
“Mm… I am now.” He muttered slowly. His voice was deeper than normal from the sudden use of it after hours of peaceful quiet.
He cleared it to speak more clearly, “What is it cyare?” I could feel him sit up slightly to surround his area and I knew he had his free hand placed on the blaster secured to the side of the bed.
“I missed you.” I said sheepishly suddenly feeling a little guilty for worrying him.
He chuckled lowly, the raspiness in his voice sending my heart clench as he relaxed back into the bed, “I’m right here mesh’la.”
I rolled on top of him, “You know what I mean. I haven’t seen you in weeks and I just...”
“You saw me during a holo call.” He teased and I couldn’t help, but cherish this side of him.
Usually he was very strict only light banter when he was on duty, but here… Just alone with me, he let his relaxed self show.
I slapped his chest lightly, “You know what I mean.”
He lifted his head then to place a light kiss on my lips. I never knew a kiss could make me melt away into utter bliss until I met him, but then again this was Rex. The man could make running a hundred laps in the blistering sun feel good.
“I missed you too.” He spoke softly making my heart beat a hundred times faster.
A blush rose to my cheeks as I nuzzled my nose into his neck, sinking happily into his warmth.
The next words he spoke had me grinning. He didn’t say, will you be nervous? or you can always say no. He said…
“Are you ready to prove my brothers wrong?” He asked.
“I am.” I grinned.
“Good.” He wrapped his arms around my waist, “Do you want to bake some cookies?”
“Rex.” I laughed looking over to our holoclock, “It’s three am.”
I felt his shoulders move, showing me that he shrugged, “You’re the one who woke me up and we didn’t exactly eat dinner earlier. I’m hungry.”
I rolled over him and off the bed, never letting go of his hand,
When the day of the test came, the entire 501st showed up as well as any clone troopers not being drafted that day. The ramps above the training field were filled with cheers and yells as I got through each droid.
“The general is going to make it!” I heard Hardcase distance voice yell.
I wiped the sweat from my brow as I slowed my breathing. The training droids lied on the ground around me, each with a bullet embedded somewhere on their metal bodies.
“Whoo!” Jesse yelled from where he stood on the platform, “See boys! I told you she could do it! Pay up Kix!” I watched his hand shoot out towards the medic of the group.
I gave the 501st a thumbs up as I fell on my ass in exhaustion. Almost an hour and I finally… Finally! Managed to take out these droids.
“I see you’ve put our famous Jedi to work.” Anakin commended as he stood onto the platform looking down at me with a smirk, “I could’ve done it in half the time.”
“Be my guest sky guy.” I motioned for him to take my place.
His glare was as quick as his attitude, “Did Ahsoka tell you to call me that?” He crossed his arms, looking at his padawan, “Ahsoka.”
“I would never.” Ashoka smirked stepped up beside her master, “Besides, my master likes his lightsaber too much.” She teased as she stepped onto the platform, “I, on the other hand would love to give it a try.”
“Glad to see my old padawan is always up for a challenge.” Windu smiled.
“Master!” I quickly stood up and hoped up on the ramp to greet him.
“You did well.” He nodded approvingly.
“Thank you, master.” I returned his nod with one of my own, “I owe my skills to you.”
“You’ve earned your skills from hard work and focus.” He patted my shoulder, “I’ll leave you to it then.”
Rex kept a respectable distance until Master Windu left to attend an important meeting. Sometimes I forget that we still have to be careful around anyone who wasn’t Anakin, Padme, Cody, Jesse and Ahsoka. Our circle was small, but we quite liked it this way.
My hand found his the moment I reached his side.
He lent down to speak quietly in my ear, “You did good cyare.”
“Did you have any doubt?” I smiled cheekily.
He chuckled leaning back, “Never.”
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501st - Part V
Part 29 of Starstruck
Summary
You let Fives talk you into joining him and the others in 79's and he tries to hook you up with Echo.
Rating: Teen and Up
Word Count: 4536
Warnings: grief and confusion
AO3
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Fives picks you up at your quarters, a big smirk on his face, while Echo stands in the background with red cheeks again, visibly nervous and embarrassed. You notice that Echo and Fives wear their work clothes and it makes you feel relieved. You don't really have any fancy clothes either, after all you just stumbled into this timeline and there are only the standard clothes from work in your closet. But it doesn't matter since you're all in the same boat.
You get a cab to 79's with Fives, Echo and a few other clones and while you get in there you begin to wonder how exactly you are going to pay for it...and the drinks...and everything. You check the device on your arm wrist to see if and how many credits you have available. Fives picks up on it.
“Don't worry, it's run on donations. The cab, the 79's...There are some anonymous benefactors who seem to think that it's good for our mental health if we can blow off some steam now and then. So as long as you have a clone face or are with one no one asks you to pay.” He takes a look at Echo as if to say 'You hear me? It's even sanctioned in a way.' His brother doesn't react.
“I'm sure Plo Koon is one of them” Fives continues.
“Oh yeah and Anakin for sure” one of the other clones adds.
“Oh yeah, totally” another clone agrees. He dyed his hair red and has a crab tattooed over is neck and half the face. “You know I noticed that when General Skywalker returns from his missions, quite often some new booze magically appears in the bar, often famous for the planets he visited before. He doesn't do it every time he goes away, but there is a pattern.”
“Same for Ahsoka” another clone adds. “And I'm not gonna lie she brings the best booze of them all!”
“Seems that the general taught her well.” Fives grins. “And General Skywalker...well I'm sure he's doing more than just bringing booze. He's probably getting the rent paid too...he's resourceful like hell - after all he's befriended a senator.”
“Befriended” all clones but Echo repeat with air quotes and a grin.
You laugh out loud. “You seem to like that term, Fives.”
Fives puts his arm around you.
“You know what: I really do.” Then he quickly retreats it. You're here for Echo.
The cab finally halts and you get out. The big colorful sign saying '79's' lights up everyone's faces in an orange-yellow-purplish shine and you make your way inside.
Of course Jesse, Hardcase and the other clones from the ceremony this afternoon are already inside, Kix and Dogma too. Rex is missing, but you figure that as a leader he probably stays away from events like these and tries not to mingle too much with the others. After all he may send some of them to their certain death one day.
Like Echo.
He hasn't lost him yet but he probably has lost a lot of others under his command.
Jesse has his arm around Tup and the poor guy looks pretty wasted. He probably won't remember much about this night which is meant to celebrate him and his new name. The others already got him sloshed...
When Jesse sees Echo and you he cheers loudly.
“Oh look who's here! Two special guests on one evening! Fives, how the hell did you manage to do that?”
Fives has a smug grin on his face. “I can be pretty convincing...”
Then he whispers something in Jesse's ear which earns him a surprised look. He turns around and approaches you.
“I got you a reservation for a table in the corner that is least crowded. Can't say it's cozy or romantic or anything but it'll give you some time to foster your...friendship...and that will keep the others off Echo's ass - and yours too.”
You frown and pretend to be outraged. “Did you hook us up for a date?”
Fives grins. “Not at all. I just knew that if Echo would have to deal with the other goofballs the evening would end in a disaster – probably with Echo making calculations for mission stats on his coaster, Dogma provoking him into a discussion about it and worst case it will end in a bar fight. You give him the perfect excuse to be true to his bet while the others stay away from him. We have this unwritten rule that once one of us hooked up with someone we'll leave them alone.”
You purse your lips and take a deep breath. “Does Echo know about all this...your little plan and everything?” you ask Fives and suspect that you already know the answer to the question.
“Of course not, he would have been totally upset. I will tell him in a minute that he has to spend the evening with you to keep you safe from the others. And then I will get myself a sweet lady to spoil - I already saw a really cute Twi'lek over there - so don't try to deviate from the plan because I probably won't be there to save you when the others see you're not...occupied, OK?”
You raise an eyebrow and look over to Echo who stands there alone, obviously pretty lost, while the other clones already joined Tup's party. Hardcase and Dogma approach him and try to drag him over, but Fives is faster. You see him talk to the two of them, they look over to you, laugh and shake their heads in disbelief while Echo just watches the whole scene, a puppet in Fives' plan, with red cheeks and a trace of panic in his eyes. He doesn't dare to look over to you, not once.
“Hello young lady.” Kix is suddenly behind you with a bright smile. “Have you recovered from the bump on your head?”
“Erm...I have, thanks Kix.”
“Care for a drink?” Kix’s smile is inviting and probably has an incredible success rate.
“Sorry Kix, she's already up for a drink with Echo.” Fives is suddenly behind you. He links arms with you, looks over to Echo, tilts his head to make him follow the two of you and guides you to the table. He takes the chair and helps you get seated while Echo suits himself, feeling obviously very uncomfortable about Fives' blatant attempts to play cupid.
“There you go! Now if you excuse me...I have plans for the night.” Fives turns around with a big grin and you follow him with your eyes until he reaches the Twi'lek lady who obviously hoped she would get his attention. Your look goes over to Echo who followed Fives' with his eyes too, lacking something better to do. He purses his lips, much like you know it from your Echo.
“I'm sorry, this is truly embarrassing. I didn't know Fives would try to hook us up. He tried to sell it to me as taking care of you so the others don't hit on you all night but there must have been a reason for you to join us in the first place and I guess that's because he told you that you have to keep an eye on me so that the others don't get me wasted or provoke me.”
You smack you lips. “Something like that, yes.”
Echo's cheeks are dark red. “I'm really sorry he dragged you into this.”
You take a deep breath and give sweet puppy dog Echo a smile. “You know, now that we're here we can just as well enjoy the evening.”
“What can I get you to drink?” You hadn’t seen the waitress approach and are caught without an idea about what you want to drink. You look over to Echo.
“I don't drink alcohol” he says with an apologetic tone in his voice. “We have academics tomorrow followed by a drill. Not a good idea. I take a...”
“Wait, Echo” you interrupt him and look over to the waitress. You've done this a million times, the last time at the Hawaii party.
“Can you get us something that looks like an alcoholic beverage but is nonalcoholic? I don't want these guys...” you point over to Tup's party “...to be up our asses all night.”
The waitress gives you a knowing smile. “Water with ice cubes and a lemon in a gin tonic glass maybe?”
“Perfect, thank you.”
“You're welcome. First date?”
You and Echo exchange glances.
“Oh nonono, we're just friends...” you answer quickly. “No time for romance. Responsibilities and stuff, you know...”
“Ah. What a shame, you'd be a cute couple” she adds and turns around. Then she thinks about it and adds “Sorry, I hope I wasn't overstepping.”
Echo and you try hard to wave it aside but you're both in over your heads. Having someone call you a cute couple was all you needed. And you are, in fact, a cute couple. At least you will be. One day. But he doesn't know that.
You look into Echo's face and chuckle nervously. He blinks a few times, his cheeks still red, before his look wanders around in the room, doing everything to avoid your face. The whole situation feels awkward, really awkward. Both of you pretend to be busy looking around until your drinks arrive.
“Cheers” your glasses clatter when you toast and your eyes meet shortly before you sip on your ice water.
And then you look around again, both of you. The boys are cheering loudly while Tup chugs down shots in five different colors, one by one before he tumbles into Hardcase’s arms. Kix looks over to you and gives you a suggestive smile. His look says 'just one word and I'll free you from the boredom and make your evening worth the while...' He probably thinks you don't want to be here and Fives made you spend time with Echo against your will. Echo picks up on your exchange of glances and looks miserable. And ironically this is all you needed to get the right push and start talking to him. The least thing you want is for him to feel like you want to be somewhere else - or with someone else, someone who’s “more fun”.
“You know I'm glad Fives tricked us into spending the night together” you tell Echo and are a little surprised about your bald move.
Echo raises his eyebrows and his mouth twitches into a little smile that is quickly contained by his self discipline. He takes a breath to object to your flirting attempt but you are faster.
“I couldn't have continued with the inventory without you anyway and probably would have spent the evening boring myself to death. This way I get to see 79's without having to endure the others. It will probably be my last time though. Unless…well unless you lose another bet.” You grin. “If you do I might come to your rescue again.”
Echo chuckles and scratches his neck. “I'm sure Fives would let you know immediately but I don't intend to let that happen ever again. It was stupid enough of me to agree to that bet.”
“Care to tell me what happened?”
And finally you have an anchor, something to talk about. It looses Echo up and you jump from one topic to another. Echo's training and combat experience is versatile and you are curious and never run out of questions - after all it gets you closer to both Echoes since they share these moments. And the longer you talk, the more often he dares to look into your eyes even though the blush never leaves his cheeks.
You have to admit that you enjoy this evening a lot and the longer you look at this young man next to you the more things you find that make you see your Echo. Sometimes it's just a micromovement of his mouth, his choice of words or the way he purses his lips. But you see him shine through very clearly.
Since you are not with this Echo there is a certain feeling of nervousness that accompanies you, but not the bad kind, it's rather an anticipation, a tingling, the tension between two people who don't know yet what to do with each other but feel drawn to the person next to them. You hang on his lips, soak in the stories about his missions, his training, his diet, his schedule, the stats he makes for the team, even learn about his favorite regulation. And the more interest you show, the more he gets into his comfort zone and the more the conversation keeps on flowing.
After your third gin tonic glass with ice water you feel the need to go to the restroom and excuse yourself for a minute, hoping the other guys won't take advantage of the situation and try to snatch you from him - or him from you. You are just about to open the door to the ladies’ room when Fives stumbles out of it, a big grin on his face, wiping his mouth.
“Whoops, sorry” he mumbles almost automatically but then realizes it's you he almost ran over. “Oh hey! How are things with Echo? I hope you're not escaping?”
You shake your head and grin. “No I'm not, I'm actually looking forward to go back to him and hear more of his stories. I love that sparkle in his eyes when he talks about his job.”
Fives puts his arm around you. “I knew the two of you would have a good time, I knew it!” And then he starts talking about all the qualities that make Echo the perfect man for you and he keeps on talking and talking, obviously a little bit tipsy already, and he doesn't find an end while you really really had a good reason to want to go to that restroom and as entertaining as it is you begin to hear nothing but white noise and hope he will finally catch a breath and give you the chance to bail so you can take care of the urgent matter that brought you here.
You finally get your chance when the door of the ladies’ room opens and the Twi'lek woman raises an eyebrow at Fives, obviously a little jealous of you. “Care for round two?” she asks, unimpressed by your presence. Fives quickly lets go of you, takes her hand and vanishes with her in the mens’ room.
You sigh relieved and finally get things done.
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When you come back to Echo he still sits on the table but with a carafe filled with a thick red drink and two glasses in front of him. He has obviously already drunk quite a bit of it and gives you an apologetic look, but smiles nonetheless.
“We got a new waitress and she recommended this juice for us. She said you'd love it! It's strawberry...and it tastes absolutely fantastic! I thought we had enough water for now and should treat ourselves. After all this will be our one and only night at this place!” Sweet puppy dog Echo beams with joy but you have a dark suspicion. You pour yourself a little bit of the 'juice' and try it. It's sweet but the sweetness can't hide the immense amount of rum.
“You do realize that this is no juice but a fairly strong strawberry daiquiri?” you ask him and give him a nervous look.
Echo looks at you and doesn't understand what you want to tell him.
“...there is a lot of alcohol in this drink” you add.
Echo's face derails. “What?”
“How much did you have?”
He looks at the carafe that is almost half empty. Fives really talked your ear off for a long time... Echo's eyes are full of panic now. He's a big strong guy but he's never had alcohol before so he probably doesn't need much to get tipsy.
“Did your bet include a certain duration that you'd have to stay here?” you ask him.
Echo's eyes are still wide when he shakes his head.
“Come on, I'll get you home.” You give him a warm smile and adore his shocked face. He's so innocent and cute, you could eat him up. Echo nods quickly and is still staring at the daiquiri.
“I totally forgot to ask if there is alcohol in it...” he mumbles.
“You couldn't know that a daiquiri contains alcohol and the new waitress probably saw the gin tonic glasses at our table so there was no way she could have guessed we wanted to stay sober...it just happened. Don't beat yourself up about it.”
“But my academics and the drill tomorrow...” Echo looks miserable.
“You're a young healthy guy and it wasn't that much. You'll manage” you giggle. You are absolutely enchanted by that sweet innocent boy who is so shocked about that little bit of alcohol he just had and the probably insignificant decrease in performance it will cause the next day.
"Come on, I'll get us a cab“ you tell him and get up. Echo stands up and tumbles lightly. "Whoah….“ he raises his hand above his eyes.
"Don‘t worry, that’s normal.” you giggle. “It always feels worse when you get up. It‘ll pass.“ You lock arms with him, give him your sweetest smile, wave at the others, take a quick look at Kix who laughs in disbelief but doesn’t seem to be upset about the missed chance - and leave the 79‘s with the hooting and whistling of the other clones in your ears.
There are already three cabs waiting in front of the building and you don’t even have to tell the droid driver where you want to go - it’s obvious anyway.
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In spite of his slightly woozy state Echo insists to escort you to your room - you strongly suspect that Fives gave him a very definite order to do so before this evening even started.
"I take it you’re still able to find your quarters?“ you ask him when you're at your door and wink.
Echo chuckles. He has obviously come to terms with his mishap.
"Good night“ you whisper and give him another peck at the cheek. But when you retreat your lips Echo suddenly presses his lips against yours.
Time stands still.
Everything else blurs and the world suddenly disappears, with only Echo left, his breath on your face, his beard stubbles rough against your skin. He puts his hands around your hips and pulls you close against his body.
Echo's kiss is moist and…so honest. It is a kiss of a man who's never kissed before, who didn’t plan ever to kiss and who expects to never kiss again. The kiss of a man whose discipline shows a crack only this once, a man who knows - or rather thinks - this will never happen again because this is not what he’s here for, this is not his life, his purpose, but now that he kisses you anyway he needs to seize the moment. It is a sweet, cute and innocent kiss, just his lips pressed on yours, the scent of his cold jacket soaked with the different fumes of the 79‘s in your nose.
You feel a tingling in your chest. You probably shouldn’t because this is not your Echo even though in a way he is...you can’t help it and feel the butterflies in your stomach.
Your Echo...
How would he feel about this?
This isn't him. This is sweet puppy dog Echo.
You break the kiss and stare at him in panic. Both of you breathe heavily, shocked, flustered, overwhelmed. Echo‘s eyes move left and right.
"I‘m sorry“ he rasps, turns around and rushes away.
You follow him with your eyes, then go back into your quarters. The thoughts are spinning in your head.
You take your time in the fresher, mostly to avoid the calm and stillness of your bed and the thoughts that will come with it. You let the water run down your body while you are unable to think straight and at a certain point you decide to give up, to stop thinking and start feeling, nothing else.
You feel love and excitement, fear and guilt, anxiety and nervousness, adoration and longing, all at once. An overwhelming cocktail of contradictory feelings with a mix of ingredients no one should ever have put in you at the same time.
Eventually you can’t hide in the shower any longer, towel your body, put on standard pajamas and do what you‘d rather avoid - you lay down in bed with your spinning thoughts and confused feelings.
You liked that kiss. You liked spending the evening with Echo, looking into his eyes, studying his features. You feel drawn to him. You know he’s drawn to you too even though he‘ll never give in to his feelings again once he’s sober.
But you also miss your Echo. That mature man, the seasoned soldier, the mission commander, the XO, the fierce lover, his sass and the way he scoffs, purses his lips, crosses his arms and his big golden eyes. His insecurities that are a part of him, the way he looks when you take him in your arm, when you let him nuzzle against your breasts, when you give him a massage and he dozes off in your bed...
...you miss him so much.
Your eyes fill with tears. Will you ever see him again? You tried to avoid to go there in your mind but the thought was in the back of your head all day. How could you find a way to go back into your time and place, to your Echo? Time travel is nothing you can do just like that. A Jedi could maybe channel a transfer by using the force but they wouldn’t be able to do it just like that either, they’d need the anomaly or something comparable to do that. Maybe you could find a way to travel in space. Save up enough money to rent a small shuttle, try to find the anomaly that sent you here. And a Jedi that would be willing to help you. But both will take time...a lot of time. You sigh. All you want to do is go back to your life, your Echo, your love.
What if you are stuck here? What kind of life will you have? The Echo from your timeline stole your heart and he did it forever, there’s no way you find love with somebody else than this extraordinary man. The sweet puppy dog Echo of this time is focused on his job and even though he got weak tonight you are sure it won’t ever happen again. You won’t get more than a few shy looks and red cheeks. And he's not your Echo. It's exciting to be close to him but it's not he same. He's not the same.
And…
…and staying in this timeline means that you will have to live through the time when he…'dies'.
He has his injuries before him.
One day he will go on a mission and as soon as you hear the word 'Citadel' you will know that he won’t return.
And you will have to let him go.
And he will be caught in that explosion, his body torn into pieces.
And there will be nothing you can do.
And he will be still alive and breathing and they won’t know and no one will believe you if you tell them. And the more desperate you get to tell them the more you will seem like a crazy person. How would you know, how COULD you know? How could you explain that to them? They will say it’s wishful thinking because you were close and because you are not used to the cost of war, the constant deaths surrounding the everyday life during the Clone Wars. They didn’t even believe Rex, why would they believe you?
You will lay in bed, knowing what they will do to him, how he will spend the loneliest, most desperate and hopeless time of his life in a cryo chamber, stored like a piece of meat. And they will drill holes in his head and elsewhere and experiment on him and extract his thoughts and use him against his brothers and there will be nothing – NOTHING – he can do.
And nothing you can do.
It will break you.
There won’t be a single night that you’ll be able to sleep until he’s back.
You will end up crying, sobbing, dying inside.
You may never recover from this, knowing that this sweet puppy dog Echo will have to go through all of this cruelty.
You know that he will make it and come back a different person, come back to be the Echo you fell in love with but it won’t help a bit if you have to wait it out in real time, knowing what’s happening to him. It will destroy you.
You need to leave. You really need to leave this time and place. You have to find a way. There is no way you can stay here and go through all this, no way, ever. You are a sobbing mess even now that all you do is think about it. Your mind tries to find a way out.
Initiating time travel is not an option for you right now, but maybe you can push him down the stairs before the mission on the Citadel and make him strain an ankle or so...or accidentally kill him. Bad idea.
Maybe you can put something in his food that makes him sick so that he misses this deployment. But let’s face it you don’t have the medical knowledge. Or the means. And you may find yourself in the brick if you get caught and there won't be a way to explain to Echo why you wanted to harm him.
You could tell him about the chip...but would he be able to confirm the information without anyone else noticing or would it get him in trouble and he'd end up dead like Fives did in your timeline?
Fuck...You keep on crying and think about ways to get him out of it, your vision blurred from the tears.
You need to find a way. Oh and fuck the time-space continuum! Fuck the consequences! Fuck things getting worse in the big picture if they don’t get worse for him!
And fuck never meeting the man you love! Fuck that too! It’s not worth it if you have to accept that he’s put through all this if you can do something to prevent it.
The pain in your heart is overwhelming, the sadness and fear take over all your thoughts and you feel so helpless because all you can do is lay in bed and cry, sob, wail, let the tears run down your face until a long time later when you're all cried out but your face is still wet from the tears, you fall into a dark, lonely dreamless sleep.
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ariadnes-red-thread · 9 months
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Congratulations on the 150 🥳 you deserve it! "Bad Habits" lives rent free in my head (Fives 😮‍💨) and I recently reread "In His Sights" (now that I'm back in my Crosshair era) and the feelings are just 🤌.
Can we get either “I will never get enough of you.” for Fives or “You can do better than that.” for Crosshair and afab reader?
Thank you, can't wait to read everything you come up with!!
Hiiii Zwei! Thank you so much for celebrating with me! You're so sweet, I'm so glad my writing resonated with you. That has honestly been the wildest part of being on here - not only are other people reading and enjoying my writing, but so many of you are badass writers like yourself, and I'm just "...you like MY writing?" 🥺
I decided to write the Fives prompt, but TBH, I actually started the Crosshair prompt, too, because I LOVE the line you chose for him. I need more time to sit with that idea, though, and you've already been so patient. So thank you for celebrating with me. Here's a little Fives spiciness, and maybe keep your eye out for Crosshair down the line!
Pairing: Fives x F!Reader
Warnings/Tags: NSFT *Minors DNI*, Established relationship, Teasing, Fingering, Oral (female receiving), Public play, Explicit consent
Word Count: 1.2k
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One of the best things about dating Fives, aside from everything about him, was how you instantly gained a whole gang of brothers who loved you nearly as much as he did when they saw you were good for him and that he was serious about you.
Fives, however, hated it, or so he liked to say. The weighest, most dramatic sighs would leave his lips when you and Kix would tag team to roast him, or when the punchline of yours and Jesse’s elaborate pranks would finally land. Still, he would always hug you a little harder and smile a little wider afterward.
He also never hesitated to give it back to you, like he was right now. As retribution for you and Kix dragging his choice of candles during his last “secret” spa night, he had just revealed to his brothers that your sense of direction was so bad that you had once gotten lost in your own apartment building six years after moving in.
“I’ve had about enough of your nonsense.” You wagged your finger at Fives, in between bouts of bellyaching laughter.
He pretended to snap at it. You jerked your hand back to your core, clutching it to your heart in mock offense. Fives let out a full laugh as his arm snaked around your shoulder, and he pulled you into his chest. You leaned against the broad frame of your handsome boyfriend as you turned back to face his brothers. Jesse, Kix, and Tup watched you both with grins on their faces.
“Now they’re just getting gross.” Jesse shook his head as he elbowed Tup.  
“Jealousy is a bad look, Jesse.” Fives snorted.
“Yeah, yeah,” Jesse waved him off before he stood and stretched. He cast his eyes out over the rest of the club. “Only thing I’m jealous of is that full drink in front of you. Tup, Kix, let’s get another round and try our luck on the dance floor.”
Kix smirked as he rose to his feet. You watched as his eyes sifted through the crowd until they found the cute woman you'd noticed Kix trade glances with all night. She felt his look right away, her eyes lifting from the friend she was talking to and meeting his, bringing a shy smile to her pretty face and a flush to her cheeks. She quickly glanced back down at her drink before tilting her look back up again and watching Kix through hooded eyes. Kix’s cool smile never flickered. He turned back to your table with the same cool, confident smirk.
“Someday, you’ll learn, Jess.” Kix patted his brother on the shoulder. “Luck’s got nothing to do with it.”
Kix began an unhurried walk toward the woman. Jesse frowned as he followed his brother’s look. Then, he cursed under his breath as he moved to trail behind Kix. 
Tup chuckled to himself as he watched them go. 
“You can hang out, Tup.” You smiled at the remaining clone, “Promise we’re not that gross.”
“Someone’s got to keep an eye on Jesse.” He shrugged as he reached up for his hair tie. “Besides, he doesn’t remember, but it’s his turn to be wingman tonight. He owes me one.”
Tup winked at you and Fives as his dark curls fell over his shoulders. Then, with a quiet swagger, he followed his brothers’ path to the bar.
“Go easy on ‘em, you rancor.” Fives called out. Then he turned to you with shining eyes. "Just the two of us now."
He dug his finger into the flesh just above your knee. Slowly and without releasing pressure, he dragged his calloused fingertips up the inside of your leg until he found the most inner crease of your thigh.
“What are you up to?” You flashed a cheeky smile at your boyfriend, despite the stirring feeling that suddenly appeared in the pit of your stomach.
“Oh, you know," Fives' eyes flashed darkly at you. Beneath the table, his touch crept underneath your panties to find your already pooling entrance. "Nonsense."
It wasn't the first time you'd played in public, but this was certainly the most exposed you'd ever been. Your eyes scanned the crowd, but no one was looking into your dark corner booth. Their attention was on their own affairs.
Fives waited until you turned back to him, his eyes locking on yours. You knew what he was waiting for.
“Don't stop." You finally spoke, the words more choked than you'd expected them to be.
Two broad fingers slowly breached you, the slow friction making you dizzy with the sudden pleasure. Your head fell to his neck as he began to thrust, pulling heavy breath from you with every motion. You began to grind into his palm, unconsciously searching for more friction.
Then his hand disappeared from underneath your panties. When you looked back up at him, his fingertips had found their way up his grinning lips. He popped his fingers between them, winking at you as he cleaned them of your juices. He pulled it from his mouth with a pop before he hungrily leaned in to capture you in a furious kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, mixed with the headyness of his kiss, and the liquor from your drinks. The slick between your legs grew. 
Finally, he broke the kiss, and as he pulled away, he lifted his arm from your shoulder. With a sideways smile and a surprising amount of stealth for still wearing the lower half of his armor, Fives dropped to the floor and disappeared underneath the tablecloth. You quickly felt his hot breath on your knees.  
“But I thought you’d had enough of my nonsense?” Fives' voice was cheeky and raised just enough so you could hear him above the din. He spread your legs apart, his eagerness clear in his speed and strength.
You started to say something when a finger slid back inside of you, stopping the words on your lips. Instead, you let out a small whine. You quickly scanned the crowd again. Still, no one was paying attention to your dark corner.
Fives pressed a kiss to the inside of your knee and smiled against your skin, bringing your attention back where it belonged. He slowly kissed a soft line up your thigh, tracing the path his fingers had taken earlier. At the same time, he began to drag his finger in and out of you, hooking it as he moved, alternating between spreading you open and reaching your sensitive spongey spot. Then, his teeth nipped your inner thigh as his head reached your center. He pulled your panties to the side with his free hand. You held your breath. The neon lights flashed around you, adding to the intoxicating feeling of the moment. On the dancefloor, the music began to crescendo. A second finger breached you. Then, his broad tongue found your clit. You had to bite your lip to stifle a moan. Your hand fell and found purchase in his hair. The pressure spurred him on as he began to dance over your sensitive nub, sending wave after wave to your core.
“I will never get enough of you.” You let out a breathy sigh as your head fell back into the cushion of the booth. Bliss followed soon after.
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captainpains · 4 months
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Just a Little Courage (Tup x reader)
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Cute little trash for Tup! For the @clonexreaderbingo. I was so excited to write this! Enjoy 💕
Promt: “Kiss me”
Warnings: gn reader, underconfidence, alcohol consumption, 501st are trying to be wingmen, dubious consent (?), bad writing.
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Tup wasn’t shy. 
He was, by all means, a very confident soldier, if a little bit awkward. He was very creative when it came to his tactics. It seemed that he had the making of a fine ARC trooper. He was a little hard on himself, but he was confident enough in his abilities.
However, Tup was very shy around you, a mechanic.
He would awkwardly stay off to the side and only listen to conversations that the others had with you. His brothers would try to push him to speak, but he couldn’t. He was just a stuttering mess around you, a puddle on the floor that couldn’t even look you in the eye.
“I’d just ask that mechanic out already! The worst that can happen is being told no.” Some brothers would try to encourage. But to Tup, he thought you’d laugh in his face and hate him for the rest of his life. He was a confident person 
“Tup!” Jesse yelled as he walked over to the table at. “Hey! Can we get another round for our hero here?!”
“I’m no hero.” Tup replied with a grin.
“You’re too modest!” Fives yelled over the music. 
The whole table chuckled as Tup sat down. He didn’t go to 79's often, but whenever he did, it was to celebrate a victory with his brothers. Tup grabbed a drink from a server droid moving past them. He took a sip as his brothers joked about something that happened on the last campaign. 
Tup was mindlessly scanning the dance floor. But he nearly choked on his drink when he saw you standing by the bar. He had never seen you here before.
“Ya alright Tup?” Jesse asked, slapping his back to help expel whatever was causing him to cough so much.
Jesse followed his gaze and grinned mischievously. He leaned over to Fives, pointing you out to him. Fives got a shit eating grin, then he started to wave you over to their table, shouting your name over the loud music. You noticed and waved, before starting to walk over. Tup meanwhile wanted to be swallowed by the ground, and debated if he should try to hide under the table..
“Hey, guys! What are you up to?
“Just celebrating Tup’s heroics!” Jesse said, slapping his back.
“Oh, I heard about that! You really put your life on the line. You should get a medal!” You gave Tup a little nudge with your arm. 
He felt his face heat up. He looked down, staring into his glass to avoid the conversation.
“Ah, our brother’s too modest for his own good.” Jesse said, patting his shoulder.
“You wanna sit with us?” Fives ask.
“Sure,” you replied.
You sat down on the other side of the booth from him. Tup kept looking down, wishing to be swallowed by the floor. 
As the night went on, people came and left the booth. Until it was only the two of you. You and Tup sat in silence for a while. He was trying to think of what to say, when you broke the silence.
“Tup, Do you wanna dance?”
Tup nodded dumbly, allowing you to take his hand.
You dragged him onto the dance floor, staying near the edge of the dancing bodies. You grabbed his other hand and started to do a funny little dance. You both laughed a little at it, maybe because of how awkward you both were. As you danced. You both started to feel more comfortable. You got closer and closer together.
“Kiss me?” You asked him, out of the blue.
Tup was utterly stunned. Was he dreaming? You reached up and rested your hand on his cheek, thumb storking his tattoo. He had to be dreaming.
“Are you drunk?” Tup asked, frowning. That had to be the only way that you would want for him to kiss you.
“No,” you replied.
Tup scanned you, looking for signs of intoxication. You weren’t off balance, your speech wasn’t slurred, and you were still very coordinated. 
“A-are you sure?” He asked, uncertain.
You nodded, looking into his eyes.
He slowly leaned in until his lips gently touched yours.
Maybe it was the alcohol that gave him the courage to finally kiss you.
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vodika-vibes · 4 months
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So my brain is focused on Cal and Spark and their connection with the 501st, because there's absolutely no reason why a group of, self proclaimed, anarchists would have anything to do with members of the GAR, but here you go-
It's starts with a party. Every three months, like clockwork, the members of the Daines house pool their money to rent a warehouse for 3 days. The money goes to the warehouse, to food, to alcohol and other drinks, to tattoo supplies, to hair dye, and everything else they might need for a truly spectacular party. There's no door fee, but everyone does have to show ID to get in. But, as far as everything else, it's all covered by the members of the Daines house. Every tattoo. Every dye job. Every meal and every drink. The only rule is no bigots. They can and will throw out anyone who feels that they're better than the people partying with them. And there is an open invitation for everyone and anyone to come and party with them. And that is how it starts. Fives finds the announcement, left laying on a table, and he brings it to his brothers. And Rex isn't so sure, but the majority of Torrent is sure, and so Rex sighs and agrees to go. It takes the convincing of Tup, Hardcase, and Fives to convince Dogma that one party won't kill him, but eventually even he agrees. When they show up at the warehouse, in groups of ten, they expect to be turned away, but they're not. Jesse and Hardcase head directly to the tattoo stations. Tup heads to the hair dye station, but the majority of the vod'e make their way to the dance floor. And that's where Fives meets Cal. She drags him to the dance floor with a grin and a wink, and Fives essentially attaches himself to her. She's pretty and pastel and makes the war seem so much further away than it is. Dogma sticks to the walls, not really comfortable with the whole situation, and that's how Spark finds him. Spark encourages him to go and get food, to get drinks, and while Spark doesn't get him onto the dance floor, they do spend the whole evening together. And before anyone really knows what happening the night has rolled into day, and cots are being laid out on the dance floor, and food is being made, and stands are being set up to offer counseling services to people who need it, and free medical/dental care to people who need it. And somehow the men of Torrent end up running self defense classes to women and at-risk youth. And when the night rolls around again, the party starts all over again. And it repeats, for all three days. When Torrent finally leaves the warehouse, a lot of them have dates set up, and all of them are so drunk that they're barely able to see straight. In fact, the following morning Torrent is still more drunk than hungover, and Cody has to lie out his ass to get the 501st pulled off the mission that they're about to be sent on. Instead of the 212 and the 501 going to Umbara...it's the 212 and the 104, under the command of General Pong Krell and General Plo Koon. And it changes everything.
When the wrong Jedi Arc happens, Ahsoka ends up crashing on the couch in the Daines home, because where else is she going to go. Luckily for her, one of the long term residents of the home is a Criminal Defense Lawyer, who takes the chance to verbally eviscerate the Senate with a frightening amount of glee. And so Ahsoka is cleared of all wrong doing, and remains a part of the Jedi Order. And when, later, Fives is accused of trying to assassinate the Chancellor (which he deserves) he also runs to the Daines House for aid. And, once more, the wolf like Lawyers of the Daines home are more than happy to turn their fangs against the Senate.
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Night out with the boys!!!!!!! They're having fun!!!!
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my-tin-can-mans · 3 years
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She Knows Part 2, (Wolffe x Reader)
OH BOY. First I'm sorry this took me so long I've been busy with college. But! this is the longest fic or anything really I've written so wow. Hopefully you enjoy.
Warnings: angst, mentions of Alcohol, mentions of cheating slight smut (minors do not interact or read).
Note: italics are flashbacks
“So, what do you usually do during leave?” the question threw you a little of guard. You’d been stationed with the 501st for four months now, four months since you’d broke it off with Wolffe after… everything. You had been the head medic in the 104th battalion, but quickly put in a request for a transfer after the humiliation Wolffe had put you through. The only position available was with the 501st, working under their head medic, Kix. It was a demotion sure, but honestly it took a lot of stress of your shoulders and well, anything to get away from the situation you were in.
Working with Kix almost 24/7 forced you two to grow close and form a close relationship. It was more of a brotherly/sisterly love than anything else, though others saw how well you two had worked together and insisted you would make a good couple, you both were comfortable where you were, which you were grateful for, it was nice to have a friend as kind and understanding as Kix.
Tomorrow the whole battalion would be stationed on Coruscant, the general had some jedi duties to attends to and the war was at a standstill for the moment, giving the men time to relax instead of being thrown under another general for a while.
You had been checking bacta supplies when Kix happened to spring this question on you. Freezing your hand in motion as you had begun to type up an order to restock while planet side. You’d never actually had a leave without Wolffe. Most of the time on leave was spent in that dark corner of 79’s, the other half in a hotel bed.
“Mesh’la, come on, up. I promised the men we’d meet them tonight for a round.”
“But I don’t wanna go Wolffe can’t we just stay here? The sheets are so soft and I don’t feel like wearing clothes.” You’d whined.
“I already told them we would be there, now come up before I drag you out of bed.”
“you wouldn’t,” you peeked your head out from under the covers, narrowing you eyes at him, he stood at the foot of the bed, wearing his blacks sans shirt. He himself had just untangled from you and the sheets. How he had the willpower to do so you had no clue. He dawned his famous predatory smirk on his face
“Are you questioning my word Mesh’la, because you know I always keep my word.” He took a step forward, his thighs now touching the mattress.
“of course not Wolffe,” you gave him a sweet smile, “but I bet I could change your mind.”
“oh?” he raised an eyebrow. “do tell.” He placed his hand on either side of your feet, leaning over the bed
“why don’t you come up here and find out.”
With one swift move Wolffe was on top of you now and you brought your hands to his face pulling him in and kissing him, it was rough and passionate, you really didn’t want to leave and you wanted him to know that, hoping he would see how desperate you were and decide to stay. But after a few moments he pulled back, looking down at you with that damn smirk again, “that was quite convincing.”
Before you could retort anything Wolffe had left from his position on top of you, yanking you up to your feet in the process, “but unfortunately like a said before, I am a man of my word and I already gave it to my brothers, sorry mesh’la but you’ll have to show me your negotiating skills another time, I promise ill make up for it.”
“To be honest Kix I’ve never really done much with my leave time, ya know? I just kinda destress and go out every once in a while.”
“Oh? Well do you have any plans for our first night off then? Me and a couple of the boys are gonna be at 79’s if you’d like to join.”
The mention of 79’s made your heart skip a beat. You hadn’t been back there since you’d found out about Wolffe. “I don’t know Kix,” you sighed, 79’s was a clone bar, and also a favorite hangout spot for the man you had been trying to forget about.
“oh come on, you think Jesse’s a horrible flirt now, just wait till you see him drunk, you’ll be laughing so hard your stomach will be sore in the morning.”
You snorted a laugh in response, Jesse and you were also pretty close, but he was notorious for always trying out stupid pick-up lines on you, he took every opportunity he could to flirt with you, even when he had gotten injured and you were stitching him up, “you look so pretty when your concentrated.” He had said.
But the issue at hand still itched in the back of your mind, what if Wolffe was there? Going back to your holopad, typing up the order you were previously working on to make yourself seem less concerned about your next question you asked him, “the 104th isn’t on leave right now are they?”
“no I don’t think so, why?” Kix had since turned around focusing on organizing medical supplies to help you order.
“Nothing, just, ya know making sure.” You’d told Kix about what happened between you and Wolffe. Just about every clone knew you two were dating, Wolffe always had to make it known you were his. So Obviously everyone was curious as to what had happened.
He turned and looked at you, realizing what you meant, “Oh Kriff, this is your first leave without him isn’t it?”
You nodded, too afraid, after months of finally getting yourself together you didn’t want to revert back to breaking down again.
“Hey listen, if you don’t want to be there I understand. But maybe it would help ya know? We’ll all be wasted you’ll totally forget about him I promise we’ll have a good time.”
It was very convincing, you’d seen the 501stparty and 79’s before, they went hard, unlike Wolffe who was usually more private and reserved. That didn’t mean you two still didn’t have fun in your own way on leave.
Much to your dismay you’d put on a dress and Wolffe had dragged you to 79’s anyways. The second you’d stepped into the place the music and dark lighting consumed you. It was loud tonight. The 501st was celebrating a successful occupy over a separatist world and you could tell. The blue armor was spread throughout the crowd, some at the bar hitting on the women already occupying it, and some on the dance floor.
You wished Wolffe danced more with you, you loved to dance but he only ever accompanied you once, and that was after a drinking competition with Thorne who was hard to beat. He didn’t even remember it in the morning.
Without a second glance to all the men, Wolffe grabbed your wrist and led you back to the booth he always sat at. Instead of the usual commanders, Sinker and Boost sat there awaiting their commanders arrival after being promised a drink with him. You slid into the booth and Wolffe sat right up against you.
He was broad so he took up most of the space, he always presented himself in such a way that he was always there, chest puffed out, shoulders broadened and head held high. When he got situated he spread his legs, taking up more space and knocked his with yours. The two of you practically sat in each other’s lap with how close you were to each other. he placed his hand on your thigh, resting just below the sundress you and reluctantly put on earlier.
It was a last resort to get him to stay in with you. It was his favorite. The first time he saw you in it he’d practically kneeled before you, although you were sure he was just trying to get a peak underneath.
Four shots were already at the table when you two had arrived and Sinker, who was sitting in front of you, had passed one your way while Wolffe grabbed his own downing it without even flinching.
As the night drove on, the men began to become tipsy and Wolffe’s hand grew higher and higher. It was when Boost was at the climax of telling you a story from before you had signed on with them that Wolffe finally breeched your center, rubbing his index finger over the already wet spot in your panties.
You jumped, not expecting him to be so bold as to touch you in front of his men. You turned to look at him but he was looking straight on at Boost, absolutely engrossed in the story he was telling. Without making eye contact he leaned over, giving you a small peck on your temple, while at the same time, he pushed you underwear over to the side and slipped a finger into you.
His face was flushed, from the alcohol or the devious act he was performing you couldn’t tell. It was probably a mix of both. Wolffe rarely showed PDA in public especially in front of him men. So you were practically in shock with what was happening right now.
You went to grab a sip of your drink while he slowly pumped his finger a few times before deciding to add another. You let out a chocking noise.
“Hey you okay?” Sinker seemed concerned at your reaction.
“Yeah, yeah just fine, drink must’ve gone down the wrong piper there” you tried to play it off.
He bought it just fine, resuming the conversation that had started up after Boost’s story. When you turned to look at Wolffe again he was wearing that shit eating grin he often dawned and maker you wanted to wipe it clean off.
When Sinker and Boost were distracted enough, Wolffe leaned into you, “come on now mesh’la, I did say I'd make it up to you, and as I recall we’ve already proved I’m a man of my words.”
“Well I guess a few drinks wouldn’t hurt.” You thought back to all the times you’d seen blue armor on the dance floor and envied the fact you hadn’t been there as well, “but I better get a couple of dances out of you guys”
Kix chuckled, “I can promise you, if you stop by for long enough those men will be fighting over who gets to dance with you next.”
You bellowed out a laugh at that. The thought of Jesse, tup and the rest fighting over you was quite the scenario. “Just comm me what time you boys are gonna be there at.”
He nodded his head in agreement, both of you chatting lightly about other topics as you finished the order.
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The ship had landed a few hours ago, longing for a good night’s sleep you had left the barracks for the stay, packing up your necessities and checking into a hotel a few blocks out of the main traffic for some peace and quiet.
As you were getting ready for your night at 79’s Kix had sent you a comm message, letting you know they were on their way and would be arriving in 10 minutes. All you had left to do was dress yourself. You rummaged through the bag of clothes you had. It wasn’t much, mostly GAR issued scrubs and a few dresses. You heart stopped when you saw the dress though. The one that was always Wolffe’s favorite. You picked it out, holding it up so you could see the whole thing.
Kriff. This dress brought back so many memories. It almost hurt to look at it. if you were being completely honest with yourself though, you did look damn good in it. screw it you thought. Time to make better memories in it.
After you slipped the dress on you hailed an air taxi to 79’s once inside you scanned the bar, looking for the men who were going to take up your evening. You spotted them at the bar ordering drinks and from the looks of it Jesse was already on his shit and flirting with the bartender.
You walked up to them and their heads turned. Jesse let out a whistle, “Damn, look at you! If I didn’t know any better I'd say you were trying to entice me.”
Kix shook his head at that. Putting his face into his palm. Tup who happened to be standing beside Jesse elbowed him to which Jesse frowned at. “Could you not flirt with my favorite medic?” he turned to you, “you look nice by the way, but not in a creepy I want to get with you way like he meant.”
You let out a giggle. You were already having a great time and you hadn’t even been in the building for five minutes. You took a seat at the bar between Kix and Jesse, Tup to the other side of him.
As the night ticked by you happened to get pretty tipsy, never getting truly drunk for fear you couldn’t make it back to your hotel safely. The men held their alcohol well though and although they were drinking twice as much, they were probably the same level intoxicated as you were. You all stayed at the bar, cracking jokes and telling insane stories, often Jesse would flirt with you or the bartender but it wasn’t too much and you both welcomed the light heartedness attention he gave.
An hour in you heard a voice behind you, “Hope I didn’t miss too much.” You swiveled in the bar seat, turning around to be face to face with the captain of the 501st.
“Captain!” Kix exclaimed, “what took you so long?”
“Sorry boys had a few reports I needed to fill out before the night ended.”
“Well, were glad you here now.” You said.
You got up to give the captain a hug. Something you defiantly wouldn’t do sober, but the alcohol had given you a little confidence. Rex looked surprised by the affection but embraced you anyways. He leaned down and you put your chin over his shoulder patting him on the back staying like that for a second.
It was then that you wished you hadn’t hugged Rex, hadn’t drank as much to give you a confidence boost, and hadn’t stepped a foot in this maker forsaken bar again.
He sat there, in the seat he always sat in when he came here. Only this time he wasn’t with any of his troopers or the other commanders. This time he was with another girl. She was a purple Twi'lek and she was drop dead gorgeous. And the dress she was wearing, or lack thereof because of how tiny it was , made you look like you had just picked yours straight out of the garbage. And you couldn’t help but wonder.
Was that her?
“Kriff Wolffe, what the actual Kriff!” you screamed, you didn’t care about the other guests in the hotel, you were so mad you were practically seeing stars.
“I'm sorry mesh’la I'm sorry I'm so so sorry.”
“No. No! don’t you dare call me that right now. I can’t – I don’t even have words for you right now.”
“please, please let me explain,”
You whipped you head around to him, seeing a whole new layer of red. “Explain? What is there to explain Wolffe. You cheated on me then proceeded to not tell me while apparently everyone else knew and I found out through one of your brothers! Isn’t that enough of an explanation.”
You sat down on the bed, head in hands. He kneeled down in front of your feet. Placing his hands atop of your knees. “I'm sorry.” He whispered. You slapped his hands off you, the thought of him touching you after another woman practically revolted you.
“you already said that.”
“I know, and I mean it I am, it was a mistake, I- if I could take it back I would, Maker I- I hate myself for letting it happen.”
“you should hate yourself.”
“I do, I do. Please, tell me what I can do to make this better.”
For a man who was supposed to be well tactical he kept making all the wrong moves.
“Wolffe there is no making this better. What’s done is done and now it's time to move on.” you finally made your decision, after debating back and forth in the air cab on how to react.
“Yes of course let’s move on, it was in the past but I love you Mesh’la I want you that’s all.”
Kriff that’s not what you meant. “No Wolffe, I mean I’m moving on. from you. I- I can’t continue to be with someone who has done what you’ve done. It's- it's not fair to me.”
By this point tears were strolling down your face. You turned your head to wipe them, not wanting him to see how much he had broke you. “no, no please I- I love you please we can fix this we can work this out please just stay I- I need you.”
“I love you too Wolffe, but there is no fixing this. I loved you so much that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, I gave you everything thing, I gave you all of me and you took that and you stomped on it, you might as well of placed my heart in a dumpster and set it on fire.”
He put his head in your lap. A single tear rolling down his face. “please, please don’t go, I'm so sorry.”
“I know Wolffe. But I can’t accept your apology.”
Your head was pounding. He wasn’t supposed to be on Coruscant right now. Kix had said so himself. You pulled back from Rex. He placed his hands on your shoulders his face blocking the view of him. He smiled warmly but his expression quickly changed when he saw yours.
“you look like you’ve seen a ghost” he joked.
But you facial expression didn’t lighten, in fact it only got worse. With every waking second, every harsh beat of whatever hit song was playing over the speakers you drew yourself inwards more and more.
“hey hey what wrong?” Kix had left his seat at the bar quickly coming to your side. Him and Rex both dawned a look of concern.
“You said he wouldn’t be here.” You turned to Kix, channeling you emotions onto him.
He looked confused at first, but the realization hit him and he turned his head to look over Rex’s shoulder. Rex followed his line of vision and they both saw him. Sitting there in the booth, while the woman clung to him, practically in his lap.
She was kissing his neck, which honestly surprised you, Wolffe was never one for public displays of affection. Or maybe that was just with you. Because he seemed to be enjoying this.
Rex turned around to face you again, a look of panic and empathy on his face, “Kriff I'm so sorry I- he was on a solo mission with General Koon and they’re stationed here for the night so I told him I’d be here. I'm so sorry, it was an honest mistake.”
It wasn’t the first time you’d heard that from a man in this room.
You felt like the whole room was spinning, be that the alcohol or the nervousness and upset that came with seeing him again you weren’t sure. All the men you had come here with were suddenly surrounding you with sympathetic looks and it felt like someone had placed a spotlight on you and you just wanted it to go away.
This night was meant to help you forget him, be happy and have fun with your new assigned battalion. Kriff was the so much to ask for!
“hey hey come on now,” Jesse finally broke the silence, “forget about him! If I remember correctly I promised you a dance earlier?”
This made you finally break out of your trance. You needed a distraction, and had been waiting for someone to dance with all night.
“actually I would love to Jesse.”
“right this way then”
He held out his hand for you and took you to the dance floor. The song that was playing was loud and upbeat, you and Jesse moved together to the beat, it was fun and you really enjoyed it, when the beat of the song dropped everyone on the dance floor was jumping to it, you and Jesse did the same
When the song stopped, you were practically out of breath, you let out a laugh of relief, actually feeling a little better. You looked up are Jesse and he was smiling at you.
“Feeling better, huh?” he asked.
“A little, thank you.”
A few second later another song had come on. This time it was more slow, the partners on the dance floor started to grab each other.
Jesse grabbed your waist. “Come on huh? let’s give that son of a blaster something to look at, plus this might be the only time I get to be this close to you, despite my attempts” he smirked at you.
You nodded your head, letting out a giggle at his lame excuse to flirt with you again. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he pulled you in closer, your chest practically touching his. And finally you both started to sway to the beat.
A few seconds in Jesse started rubbing his thumbs on your hips, trying to calm your nerves, and it worked. Caught up in the music you started to lightly grind your hips into his, although it was soft guarded by his armor, he still took notice to it. smirking at you and grinding in time with you. His hands started to rise, growing closer and closer to under your breasts, but never reaching, knowing he would be crossing a line, and although Jesse was a flirt, his last intention was to make anyone uncomfortable.
He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. You could feel his breathe on your skin, and his nose rubbing up and down. He placed a soft his on your shoulder and the next thing you knew you were being turned around. His hand were back on your waits, but his cheat was now pressed up against your back. He gave you a harsh grind into your ass and you gasped. His arms now wrapping around you, pulling you impossibly tight into him. His head resumed its spot into your neck.
“is this okay,” he whispered into your ear.
“yeah.” You breathed. He kissed you neck this time. but it was just one short one, it was slow, and hot, you closed your eyes. he placed them all the way up your neck, all the way up to your jaw. All the way close to your mouth, and he whispered again, is this okay.
You nodded your head, eyes still closed and you turned you head towards him a little encouraging him. And his lips met yours.
You hadn’t kissed very many people. Wolffe giving you the majority of your experience. and although they were clones, they felt completely different. When Wolffe used to kiss you he practically stole your breath, he put everything he had into kissing you, and it was almost always hot and it made your insides flip, no matter how many times he kissed you, you always felt dizzy and perfectly happy, like his kissed could cure any problemed you had. To say Jesse was a bad kisser would be a lie, it was a good kiss, but it almost made you feel the opposite, all you could think about was Wolffe.
And when the song ended and you opened your eyes you were facing him again. Him. And he was sitting there with his lounge practically down the woman’s throat. And it hurt, hurt to know that he didn’t even acknowledge you. Hadn’t even cared that the person he once begged to stay with was with someone else now. Even though you weren’t actually. It hurt that he used to kiss you like that and now he was kissing someone else like that.
you weren’t sure if it was the beginning of the next song, or if your head was going fuzzy, but all you could hear was ringing in your ears. Jesse had unwrapped his hands from around you and the moment he did you sprang towards the doors of 79’s.
you heard the faint sounds of Jesse, rex and Kix calling out for you but you couldn’t be bothered to hear what any of them had to say. You left the building and walked a few blocks. Finally coming across an empty alley. You pressed you back against the cool metal of the building you were beside and let out a breathe. The air was cool and crisp against your skin, but it felt good.
After all the time you spent forgetting about him you were practically back at square one. And it pissed you off. How dare he have this effect on you.
You let out a sigh, gathering your emotions. And when you finally felt calm enough you went to comm Kix, letting him know you’d be going back to your hotel for the rest of the night, but you were interrupted.
“Mesh’la.”
ending notes: soooo, im not sure if im gonna do another part on this or not, i have some ideas for other fics but im kinda cramped on time at the moment so we shall see.
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chaoticvampirejedi · 3 years
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Ghosts of 79's
Summary: You loved your job as a bartender at 79's, but times have changed. Now the clones, loyal to the Empire, stopped coming here, so the bar had to be sold. You decided to come there one last time and say goodbye to this place. There, you can't stop thinking about the clones, the nights you spent here, and your relationship with Rex.
Pairing: Rex X GN!reader
Word count: 1947 (it was supposed to be under 1000 words)
Warnings: light angst, drinking, alcohol use, mentions of war and characters death
Tags: @ladykatakuri @hellothere-generalangsty @twinkofthedink (if I confused something and you didn't want to be tagged please let me) know
It has never been so quiet in this place before. No music. No laughter. No sound of feet clumsily dancing on the floor. 79's looked like a miserable shadow of itself. Unnaturally silent and empty. There was this old saying on Coruscant that every bar has its heart that keeps it alive. If that was true, 79's had definitely lost its own. It was almost unbelievable how abruptly things have changed. 
And who could have expected it? you thought, looking at the blue illuminated bar counter where you used to make drinks every night; right now these nights felt like from another life.
You had no idea why you came here today; you didn't work here anymore. No one did. But you couldn't just leave this place without saying goodbye to it. Not after all these nights. Your gaze shifted at one of the tables and for a second you could have sworn that you heard familiar voices shouting "To the 501st!".
The 501st Legion. Your favorite clones in white and blue armors that always seemed to have the craziest ideas. You smiled thinking about them. Memories came back. Good memories. 
"Look who's here! The best bartender on Coruscant!," you used to hear often. It was usually Fives who greeted you this way. He and Tup loved to talk with you. Usually about their missions and battles; you loved those stories, their lives seemed so fascinating compared to yours. Surprisingly they had a different opinion on this.
"Ok, enough about us," Tup said once. "Y/N, and how about you? Tell us something interesting!"
"Me? Interesting?" you laughed. "Listen, my life is more boring than a broken droid. I have nothing interesting to tell you."
"Oh, come on!" Fives almost fell from his stool, he definitely had drunk too much that evening. "You work in the clone bar! I bet Tup's hair you have so many good stories! Just tell us something! Anything!"
And so, after a moment of thought, you told them; you told them about that one time you accidentally found one clone and your friend kissing in the bathroom. And then you told them about another fun day at your work. And another. And another. The three of you had such a great time that before you knew it your shift was over, but even then you stayed at the bar; you had too much fun to just go home. You smiled thinking about that day, the day you realized that maybe your life is not as boring as you thought. 
You never found out how exactly Fives and Tup died, for some reason, no 501st trooper wanted to talk about their deaths and you decided to respect it even though it wasn't easy for you. 
Now, looking at the empty stools you were wondering, if you will ever find such wonderful customers, again. Probably not. Fives and Tup were special.
You looked away and your gaze fell on the stairs that led to the upper floor of the bar now unlit and shrouded in the darkness. You chuckled, unable to suppress your smile as you remembered how you once slow danced on them with Kix. He had always seemed to be calm and sensible, and yet a few months ago he surprised you with this silly idea. 
"Come on! Just one dance and then you can go back to work!" his hand gently grabbed your wrist. "I have to prove to Jesse that I'm not boring! I'm a good dancer. I promise you won't fall!"
He was right. You didn't fall. You both did.
And even if this incident left you with a sprained ankle, you couldn't stay angry with the medic for long. Especially since it was he who introduced you to Rex.
Rex…
Suddenly your smile disappeared.
He almost never visited 79's, but the others used to talk about him so often that when he finally showed up at the bar you recognized him immediately.
"So you're the bartender my medic fell down the stairs with," the blond-haired clone said when he heard your name.
"Oh, so you've heard about me," you laughed, pushing a drink towards him.
"Well... Let's say this story has become very popular, right Kix?" Rex turned to look at his friend, but he wasn't there anymore. "Kix?"
"It looks like this place is dangerous for him." something about Rex made you feel relaxed and in a joking mood. "First the stairs, and now he has just disappeared. Maybe you should go after him because who knows what will happen next? Murderous bathroom door?"
Rex chuckled and you couldn't help but think how cute he is when he's amused.
"Kix can take care of himself," he said, slowly turning the glass in his fingers. "He'll be fine. Besides..." he looked at you and smiled. "I really want to hear your version of that story."
After that evening his visits at 79's became more frequent. He never drank too much and spent most of his time talking with you. Soon you realized that you were looking forward to these meetings. Rex was… different from any other clone you've met before. Neither in a bad way, nor in a good way. He was just different.
There was something special about him and you couldn't explain it, but every time you saw him you felt happy and every time he had to leave you felt sad. And of course, you had been flirting with him; both of you knew you liked each other. Actually, everyone knew it, you weren't very discreet with it.
Then why didn't you do something about it sooner? you've been torturing yourself with this question for a long time, still unable to find the right answer.
Were you too shy?
Or maybe too scared that for him it was just casual flirting?
Now all these doubts seemed ridiculous. Everything was lost anyway.
Once again you looked at the counter bar and took a deep breath. You slowly stood behind it with your hand running over its cold and unusually clean surface. That was it. Right now, you were standing in the same place you last spoke to him. You stared at the empty seat in front of you, wondering what you told him then that made him laugh so much. 
It was some joke about a droid and a Separatist, so stupid and childish that for one awkward second you thought Rex will be disgusted, but apparently he didn't mind. Instead, he just leaned toward you with a smile on his face.
"I have to tell you…" he was so close you could feel his breath on your cheek. "Thank you for this evening. I'm glad that I came here today. I really am."
"Wait," you almost knocked off a drink that you had just prepared for one of the customers. "Are you trying to tell me that you're leaving? Now?"
It was still quite early and you hoped that he would stay here for at least two more hours.
"Yeah. Tomorrow's a busy day". 
You knew what that meant; tomorrow he will leave Coruscant once again.
"I see…" you mumbled, avoiding his eyes. There was no point in asking him when he would be back. No one knew it. "Well… Good luck then."
"Thank you." a weak smile appeared on his face. There was an awkward silence between you as there was nothing more to do or say.
"So… Goodbye." 
"Goodbye." Rex was clearly embarrassed. "Please, take care."
"Yeah… You too."
"Always." he took the last sip of his drink and got up from the stool.
It was the moment when something broke inside you.
"Wait!" you grabbed his hand and looked frantically at his surprised face.
"Come with me. To my home. It's not that far from here. I- I'll say that I had an emergency and I have to leave earlier, so we can spend some time together... You know. Alone."
Your own words surprised you, but you didn't want to give up on this, so when you saw that Rex was hesitating you quickly added.
"My bed is very comfortable and I make the best breakfasts on this planet. You'll rest like never before."
"A nice bed and good breakfast you say?" Rex asked flirtatiously and tenderly brushed a stray of hair from your face. He clearly liked this idea. You had already smiled, convinced that he would agree, but then his facial expression changed. He wasn't the man who came to 79's to have fun and flirt with the bartender, anymore. He was a soldier. Loyal to the Republic and seriously taking the role assigned to him.
"No. Sorry. I can't." his hand slipped from yours. "Not today. Next time. I promise"
Next time.
But the next time has never come. You had been making drinks for so many clones, waiting for him but he never went through 79's doors again. Weeks and months passed and the 501st still didn't come back. You had been wondering how they were doing. Were they safe? Were they alive? Was he alive? Everyone had been talking that the war was coming to an end, so you let yourself believe that you would meet him again soon. 
And then one day ruined everything. The Republic had fallen. Jedi had become traitors and clones…
You still couldn't understand it. Suddenly all clones have become imperial soldiers. Why? How? You knew them. They were loyal to the Republic and Jedi. Not to the Empire. Nothing made sense anymore. 
That feral day also changed 79's forever. All clones stopped coming here and the rest of the Coruscant didn't want to spend any time in the "clone bar". Especially after recent events. The owner didn't hesitate for long; he sold the bar as soon as he realized that 79's couldn't be saved. 
A single tear dropped on the counter. You promised yourself you wouldn't cry, but you couldn't help it. This place meant a lot to you and what? You were supposed to leave it behind, just like that? You knew you wouldn't be working here forever, but this? This wasn't supposed to happen. You were supposed to celebrate the end of the war with Rex, not standing here alone and thinking that he was…
He's dead. an uncomfortable thought crossed your mind. Kriff. He's dead.
You tried with all your mind not to think about it, but you knew it was true. Rex would never betray his Jedi. He would disobey the given order. And if he did… Well. You knew what was the fate of every traitor. He was dead and it was high time you admitted it.
"Hey, you! I'm kriffing talking to you! Are you done standing there like a drunk Jedi withou lightsaber?" a sharp female voice snapped you out of your thoughts. 
You looked around in surprise and saw a woman in the doorway. Her face showed impatience.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, arm crossed.
"Sorry," you muttered. "I-I'm just… I worked here and…"
"Oh, great. Another sentimental clone lover who came here to think about the past. I'm sorry time have changed or whatever. Now, get out of here!"
Any other day, you would have said something mean to her, but not today. Today you were too tired and melancholic to think of any snarky reply, so you just wiped away your tears and walked towards the door, stopping only at the exit. You took one last look around the bar, ignoring the murderous glare of the woman.
"Thank you, thank you for everything," you whispered, and with the sound of a closing door, you finally said goodbye to the 79's.
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a-dorin · 3 years
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"it's not a big deal"
pairing: professor!maul x fem!reader
word count: 2.022k
warnings: alcohol use, drinking, swearing, flirting, sexual harassment, slight age gap (no romance yet), sexual tension, mentions of student/professor relationship, 18+
a/n: i do not own the gif below! this takes place between ardor and tempestuous, which are chapters one and two. also i hope y'all enjoy how hot maul is in this like i did ;)
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“how many times do i have to tell you this? professor kenobi is banging that hot political science professor. that blonde one.”
“nice word choice hardcase,” a platinum blonde snorts, bringing a cup to his lips, “i think you mean professor kenobi might be having sexual relations with professor satine.”
“isn’t she the pacifist or something?” another voice chirps, “a few of my friends have taken her classes. they’ve all said the same thing about her.”
“and that is?” the blonde arches a brow, his voice raised to a shout over the music.
“do we really have to talk about professors and class right now? shouldn’t we be celebrating our survival of the first week of classes?”
“and so she speaks!” hardcase bursts into a fit of laughter, taking another swig of his bottle, “sorry, you just hadn’t spoken in a while. i thought you went out to the dance floor or something.”
swiveling your head, your eyes dart over to the corner of the car, nose wrinkling in disgust at the sight of the mass of students, bodies pressed together, sweat plastering their bodies and clothes. why were some of them wearing jeans in august? surely they were overheated, the air muggy and thick. summer in coruscant was awful, even if the sun was well set.
the scent of alcohol and sweat hung in the air, almost clouding over your booth. shaking your head, your gaze falls on hardcase, his eyes glinting with the promise of more teasing, “i would rather not be included in the student body orgy.”
“everyone must be took drunk to care that they’re getting showered in sweat,” rex mutters, “tup, do you know what time coach buir said we had practice?”
“i think he mentioned something about weights at five,” a new voice remarks, flicking a water drop at hardcase, “that means if we leave now, we’ll all be getting about four and a half hours of sleep.”
“here we go,” hardcase lets out a dramatic sigh, rolling his eyes, “typical wolffe. always gotta ruin the fun.”
“i’m just trying to look out for your dumbass because i know you’re going to bitch about it tomorrow morning. i’d rather not run laps in the morning either for any tardiness. you know how much coach hates when we’re late,” wolffe growls, before taking a glance at his phone, “i don’t know about you guys, but i’m going to be responsible and head out now.”
beside you, rex mumbles a strand of curses under his breath, leaning his head against your shoulder, “sorry but i should probably head out too. the last thing i want is wolffe bitching and shit tomorrow. you know how he is, bein’ captain and all.”
closing your eyes, you exhale, gritting your teeth, “so you’re just going to leave me here?”
“i’ll leave my ringer on if you need me,” lips graze your temple, “hey, maybe you’ll run into that hot professor of yours. he can pick up a couple drinks for ya on his tab. i got the ones from earlier on mine. don’t worry about paying me back either.”
sliding out of the booth, you allow rex to make his way past you, “is this your ‘i’m sorry for leaving you behind on a packed night’?”
“perhaps,” the blonde shoots you a wink, patting his pocket, “again, if you need me, please don’t hesitate to call. i can come get you or pay for your uber. love you.’
“love you,” shifting your head upwards, you place a gentle kiss on rex’s cheek, “make it back safe. drink some water and take some tylenol. don’t want you feeling hungover in the morning.”
“i’m more worried about the ass-beating that’ll ensue when hardcase doesn’t show up on time,” a warm chuckle fills your ear, “see ya, bestie. make it home safe.”
“i will,” you take rex’s hand, squeezing it gently, “bye.”
“bye,” rex takes a step forward, waving a hasty goodbye before catching up with the rest of the boys, loud laughter rumbling amongst the group as they make their way towards the exit.
swallowing thickly, you slide back into the booth, fingers gripping the half-empty cup. of course they all had to leave, abandoning you on one of the busiest nights of the year. students of all ages, undergrad to grad, linger in groups, chatter filling the space as the song ended, leaving a pause before the next one started.
“you look lonely,” a voice, smooth and brassy, sounds to your right.
next to your table, stood a nautolan, drinks in hand. squeezing your cup, you blink, registering he was speaking to you, “oh -- um, uh, hi.”
“mind if i join you?”
“not at all,” you shake your head, “feel free to take a seat.”
“i’ve never seen you here before,” he states, flashing you a dazzling grin, “i’m nigel, a junior in bio. how about you?”
“oh,” you pause, biting your lower lip, “i’m just in health sciences. i’m a junior too.”
“a gorgeous girl like you doesn’t have a name?” carefully, nigel slides a cup towards you, “i talked to one bartender but another brought me my drink. somehow i ended up with two.”
cautiously, you accepted the drink, but didn’t take a sip, “thank you, but i’ve had my fair share tonight.”
which, you weren’t wrong. as you sat in the booth, you couldn’t help but feel this tingly feeling, as it rippled from your head to your toes. it was almost as if you weighed nothing, as if you were bouncy and light. a blissful sensation, really.
yet, there was this other feeling in your stomach, gnawing at you, threatening to consume you whole. the leather on the seat clung to your thighs, the temperature of the air elevating a few degrees as nigel’s eyes narrow into slits, his lips falling.
“come on, you don’t want a free drink?”
“like i said,” you clear your throat, “i’ve had my fair share tonight. i don’t want to feel it in the morning, ya know?”
“hm,” nigel hums, a hand darting across the table, finding yours, “could i interest you in something else, maybe? something like you come home with me instead, and i can offer you something other than drinks? we could have some fun, and then i could eat you for brea--”
“hey love,” suddenly, a hand falls on your shoulder, “i asked for what you wanted but they were out for the night.”
glancing upwards, your heart skips a beat at the person beside you.
warm amber eyes lock with yours, nearly glowing in the dim light, “i didn’t frighten you, did i?”
“hey,” nigel’s voice cuts in, “we’re having a conversation here, bud.”
his attention shifts, eyes hardening at the sight of the nautolan, “i was not aware that they hadn’t taken the trash out for the evening.”
“m-maul--” you begin, but you’re swiftly interrupted by his lips connecting with yours.
the kiss was brief, only a mere peck. yet, you couldn’t help but melt. his lips were soft, and gods were they so tantalizing as he pulls away, glowering over to nigel.
if only a moment could have lasted just a second longer.
“i believe you should have left the moment she expressed her disinterest in you. she can hold her own but gods you must be a fly or something. some sort of pest. leave her alone.”
nigel did not utter another word, exiting the booth promptly while you remained seated, cheeks burning hot, a fiery feeling in your chest. maul cleared his throat, lingering at your side.
“do you need someone to walk you home?”
“do you always kiss your students?”
there’s a brief exhale, the zabrak’s fingers finding your chin. he was more dressed than the last time you saw him, a light cotton tee clinging to his torso, the color complementing his tattoos. a pair of heather grey shorts hung on his hips, the cotton leaving nothing to the imagination. it helped him blend in, giving him a facade that he was just like you. a student stopping by the bar for some fun.
tilting your head upwards, you meet his gaze once more, finding it increasingly more difficult to maintain your composure as he leans in, chain nearly dangling in your face.
“i only kiss the ones who have my utmost attention.”
“how did you manage to slip in without people noticing? you’re pretty popular on campus, you know.”
“kallus lets me slip in through the back,” in the corner of your eye, there’s this shiny object.
quickly, you realize it’s a six-pack of bottles. beer bottles.
maul continues, his voice gravelly as his fingers remain on your chin, “this is the only bar in town who carries this kind of beer i like. now, is that a satisfactory explanation?”
“it’s good enough,” you’re surprised that he could hear the words your voice was so low, “you should leave.”
“not without getting you an uber first,” maul sets the six-pack on the table, pulling his phone out, “what’s your address?”
“i can make it home just fine,” you scoff, “just go already before we draw in any more unwanted attention.”
“i know you can make it home just fine,” you tense at the firm tone in his voice, “i just need to know you’ll get there safe. it’ll bring me some peace of mind. also, why are you here by yourself?”
“rex had to leave,” you mutter, fidgeting with your own phone, “just go, all right? it’s not a big deal.”
“all right,” the zabrak gives in, huffing, “i’ll see you in class on monday.”
“what if nigel recognizes you and reports you?” bringing a hand to your mouth, you feel horrible for even asking the question.
but, it needed to be said.
after all, your psychology professor conducted some very unprofessional behavior. not only in front of one student, but an entire bar full of them, no less.
“don’t worry about it,” maul places a tender hand on your shoulder, “if i do, it was worth it. i’m sure that prick was too intoxicated to even establish who i was. don’t worry about it too much, okay? i don’t want you losing sleep over your professor.”
“i lose sleep over your class anyways,” taking your cup, you finish off your drink from earlier, recoiling at the lukewarm taste.
grabbing his six-pack maul shoves his phone in his pocket, clearing his throat.
“be prepared to lose some more, love. you won’t sleep much when it comes to me. see you in class.”
“s-see you in class.”
as the zabrak slips into the crowd, weaving between all sorts of species and humans, the ambiance seems to crumble away, leaving you in the booth, mind reeling, wondering what the hell just happened.
maul, the professor from your psychology class, the one you saw at the gym, nearly half-naked, clobbering away at a punching bag, also happened to run into you at the bar, stepping in to prevent any more harassment from a very drunk nautolan. he kissed you. his lips were on yours, leaving you dazed and entranced, somehow craving more.
fingers brush your lips, and for a moment you forget that they’re your own, ghosting over the plush skin where his mouth once touched.
gods, this was only fuel to the fire, this attraction that left you yearning more and more.
yearning for him.
this wasn’t a big deal, was it? surely he would’ve done this for any other student? surely he wasn’t giving you some sort of special treatment. this was just some sort of fucked up incident. a fever dream, of sorts. gods, it sure fucking felt like one.
surely this wasn’t going to make things awkward in class. after all, you were going to see him bright and early within a matter of days. maybe he’d forget about it. maybe it was nothing.
this wasn’t a big deal. he said it wasn’t.
you were sure of one thing, though.
monday morning was going to be an interesting one, that was without a doubt.
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zaptrapp · 3 years
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Another Kind of Storm
Pairing: Rex x fem!reader x Fives x Jesse
Summary: you seduce Captain Rex during a party at 79’s, but your master plan includes Fives and Jesse too.
Warnings: +18 (PLEASE IF YOU ARE NOT OF AGE SCROLL DOWN)!! Smut/ NSFW, gangbang, cuckold, oraljob (giving and receiving), door peeping, public service, double penetration, creampie.
Words count: 3.7k
Author’s note: this is my first time posting a fic and writing in English. If there are grammar mistakes please let me know, I want to improve since it’s not my mother tongue.
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Almost every clone in the 501st battalion know who you are.
When they gaze upon your dancing figure at the 79’s, when they chat with you in the mess hall of the base, when you sneak into Captain Rex’s apartments before a mission thinking nobody saw you… It’s so damn obvious!
No one really talks about it, soldiers should not have romantic interests, it is actually forbidden. All those clones were bred and raised for just one purpose: war.
But the cloning scientists on Kamino forgot a small detail. They are men, they are vigorous and they have maybe double the need of a normal man to let down the stress after a mission. So it goes without saying that sex is a daily thought for all these soldiers.
Since he met you at the bar Rex has eyes and thoughts just for you.
You were familiar with the 501th battalion, you worked as a crew member at their base on Coruscant, occasionally moving from there to the Jedi Temple for errands. It was almost impossible to not notice the Captain of the Legion, along with many other soldiers. There has been many glances between you two, some sexy puns whispered in the corridors of the base.
There was an immense physical attraction, the massive weight of not being able to do anything in fear of the consequence just alimented your burning fire. You both needed each other.
So when Rex, entered the 79’s that one distant night, looking more fierce and handsome than ever, you just couldn’t hold it anymore.
You immediately locked eyes, as he was there just to find you and bring you home with him.
He was intense but with a gentle smile, and you were an astonishing vision.
From that moment you and the Captain of the “Five-Oh-First” simply decided to ignore the sacred rule of forbidden sexual intercourse.
His favorite place to fuck is back at your apartments, nice and quiet, so that you can make as much noise as you two want. He is very, very vocal with you, praising your figure as you bounce up and down his dick.
“Your pussy is so tight, pretty girl. Take every inch of this cock inside you… Like this.”
He loves taking control, guiding your hips with his hands as you sit in his lap. After all he is the Captain. But you, on the other hand, prefer taking risks; Rex is used to it during battle, and you love to put up a little show every once in a while.
Tonight you are celebrating the safe return of the battalion to Coruscant. Music is blasting at the lounge bar and the clones are having the time of their lives, dancing and making toasts.You hear they are gonna take some time off, to rest.
“So, what’s your plan for the night?” asks Jesse shotting Corellian Whiskey down his throat.
He is staring at your entire body wrapped in a tight black dress. If a look could fuck… well then Jesse was the master of eye-fucking.
“Umm, nothing really, just getting wasted with you guys, celebrating your bravery.” Your head is already light and dizzy and a small grin appears on your face.
You glance at Rex for an instant, thinking about what kind of position he is feeling tonight. Maybe, if you are lucky enough, he will fuck you roughly from behind, securing your hands above your head and tormenting with the other hand your nipples.
“Or we could get back at the base, playing some… games” proposes Fives, looking seemingly innocent at you and then at Jesse.
You look back at Fives. There is not a single drop of innocence in him, he is pure lust, always planning to engage you in one of his filthy games.
It’s not that hard to understand that both of them have a crush on you, even though they know you were fucking their Captain. But this night he and Jesse feel… different. They look even more handsome than ever, they flirt in a cocky manner, and they never fail to put a smile on you. Never. You wonder how good they are in bed, while a quick image of them fucking you simultaneously flashes across your eyes. They are clones after all, you already know what they look like under there. A wet spot starts forming in your panties. Oh stars…Rex is sipping his drink silently, casually looking at you from behind his eyebrows.
You are an intoxicating vision, no other woman in that bar could compete with you tonight. Other clones you recognize, such as Kix, Tup and Hardcase, stop in the middle of the dance floor looking at you and raising their glass full of alcool. You smile back, full of confidence. At the counter Dogma is staring at you with a brow lifted, burning with jealousy.
Everyone is a flirt tonight. Except for Rex.
He is silent, absorbed in his thoughts, and that makes you a bit worried.
What is he thinking about? He seems so distracted, like he’d rather be doing anything else than being there, having fun with his brothers and you.
Well, you have had just enough of this attitude, so you decide it’s better do something about it.
You stretch your leg under the table, softly touching the boot of the man in front of you.
Rex awakens from his trance, smirking sweetly at you.
You take courage and move your leg up, following his armored calf.
The captain swallows hard, stiffening in his chair.
Jesse and Fives don’t seem to notice as they are talking heatedly about how they would spend their free time.
Your foot finally reaches Rex’s bulge: he is already semi-hard (how?!), so you start massaging it.
He lets out a whimper, careful not to get caught by his brothers.
Seeing him so flustered makes you want him now. You reach your heated cunt with a hand, touching your clit from above the underwear just enough to wet yourself.
Rex notices and decides to play your game.
Finally, Cap!
“Okay boys, I need to go to the bathroom real quick. Be right back.” says staring menacing at you.
Jesse and Fives watch carefully as he disappears behind the door, leaving your needy self alone.
“What the Kriff was that?” Fives seems confused, looking back at you for answers.
You scroll your shoulders as you massage your clit under the table, carefully.
Jesse gives you a stare. He is not buying it.
“Maybe he… feels sick?” you suggest desperately.
“I think he can handle himself.” states Jesse raising an eyebrow.
“I-I should still go check on him…”
“Sweet girl, you can’t enter the gentlemen’s restroom!” laughs out Fives.
“Nobody’s gonna notice. I’ll be quick and stealthy, just like you.” You mock them.
You leave the table, looking back at the chaotic duo.
They’re not buying your pathetic excuses and you perfectly know it. You also know they’re gonna follow you in the bathroom, and that thought makes your heart miss a heartbeat.
Your master plan has started.
You open carefully the door of the restroom, finding it surprisingly empty.
“Rex?” you whisper.
“Come on girl, what took you so long?” barks Rex behind a semi-closed door of the fresher.
“I had to make up an excuse for Fives and Jesse!” you whine.
“Those morons probably know a-about us, no big deal…” says the captain almost stuttering.
You reach the door, only to find that your man already stripped himself of his upper armor and he is now playing with his hard cock, ready for you.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” says smirking at you.
You are speechless as you close the door behind you. You drop on your knees, eager to shove that big dick in your mouth.
“Woah, you’re so greedy little one!”
Rex slaps his cock on your cheek as he introduces a finger in your mouth. You suck it gently, rubbing your tongue against his fingertip.
“Come on Rex, my throat is impatient… I want you to fuck my face!” you say without any decency.
He does not notice the door of the restroom opening and closing with the slightest noise, but you do as you were expecting… company.
“Fives, right here.” Whispers Jesse. You must have excellent hearing because that was really hard to catch.
He introduces his manhood right in your open mouth as he grabs your hair and pulls them to adjust you.
You gag, saliva already spilling from your mouth. He is so fucking huge.
He starts pushing in and out, satisfying his needs.
“Oh s-stars! I wish you could see how good you look with my dick in your mouth princess.” He mutters biting his lower lips. You could stay hours like this, sucking his sweet member and pushing him far into your throat, your tongue tickling his tip.
He pulls out, letting you catch your breath. Your spit is drooling out of your mouth, running in the craves of your breasts.
In your kneeling position you see two pairs of boots on the other side of the fresher, bending over to check you and their captain out. You hear Fives sigh.
You smile, suddenly taking Rex’s balls in your mouth and sucking them hard, making him whimper.
“Easy there, girl… I need those.” He grunts.
“Rex…” you say sweetly re-emerging from under his testicles.
He looks down at you confused.
“I was thinking… that maybe we should include someone else in our filthy little games here.”
“Oh yeah? Do you have anyone in mind?” he asks surprised but curious.
You actually weren’t expecting that kind of answer. You felt like Rex wasn’t keen on sharing you with other men in his presence. But if it pleased you and you asked him nicely… who was him to refuse?
“Well… as you said before, Jesse and Fives probably already know about us.” You advance.
Those door-peeping enthusiasts gasp on the other side of the restroom. Loudly.
“What was that?” asks Rex widening his amber eyes.
“Just guess…” you tease him, licking the tip of his cock as your eyes still watch his confused face.
“Oh Dank Farrik! FIVES, JESSE!” he barks, putting his member back into the pants and storming out in the corridor.
“Sir, yes sir?!” the duo run out of the fresher, standing still in the hallway of the restroom.
“What were you two doing in there?”
“Sir, I was just…” Jesse stutters.
“We needed to go to the bathroom, sir.” Confesses Fives, avoiding Rex’s menacing look.
You exit the door of your hideout, facing the ARC troopers.
“You liars, you were spying on us…” you say tempting them.
Jesse and Fives don’t reply. They were obviously caught red-handed in a trap set up by your clever genius.  
Troopers, so predictable.
“So, you heard the last part of our… conversation.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Admits Fives. You can see he is sweating as he tries to cover his boner with his kama, failing miserably.
“And? What do you think? Wanna join?”
Rex looks at you. He isn’t confused, he just wants to know if you are comfortable doing that. You reassure him with a nod of your head.
“You already know what I think about you…Stars… you’re so hot.” Says ARC trooper Fives.
“And I really want to fuck the shit out of your body, princess. Always have.” Adds Jesse without second thought.
“Well then… what are we waiting?”
You enter the door of the fresher, choosing the biggest of them all: there was enough space for three grown man and you and a small, round table in the corner. It was perfect.
Rex gives you a kiss from behind, placing his big hands on your hips and making your head turn in his direction, while Fives and Jesse proceed to strip of their armor.
Fives reaches you first, raising your dress to gain access to your wet pussy. He rubs is fingers near your hole, teasing you.
“You’re already so wet for us, pretty girl.” He says, introducing two fingers up, while with his thumb he starts massaging your clit.
“Oh Maker, F-Fives!” you whine at the sensation of his digits moving in and out of you.
Rex, behind you, is sucking your neck greedily, groping your bare ass.
“Princess, I think you are forgetting somebody…” hisses Jesse. He is completely naked, unlike the other two, and his shaft is pointing at you. Does it look slightly bigger than his brother’s?
No, that’s impossible! Even though…
You reach it with your shaking hand, caressing his tip with your fingertips.
He leans forward, pushing it entirely in your hand and placing a wet kiss on your lips.
“So needy J-Jesse…” you mutter.
You can’t really focus on anything, you have too many good sensations piercing your body.
Fives falls on his knees, spreading your legs as he buries his head between them. You can feel his trimmed goatee tickling your inner thigh as he proceeds to stick out his tongue and moving it in circular motions, eating you like a buffet.
“Oh STARS!” you scream, forgetting you are in a public place.
The legends are true, he sure is the best pussy-eater of the entire Battalion.
You already feel on the edge of an orgasm, your clit pulsing with pleasure. You massage it vigorously and, with no time to warn Fives, you come, his mouth still latched on your cunt.
He looks up with a grin painted on his face “You liked that, didn’t you?”. His goatee is now wet from the juices of your body.
You stutter a yes, your mind still dizzy from the orgasm.
“What a greedy little one we have here. Taking everything but giving nothing…It’s time to learn something.” Says Rex from behind your shoulder. He left a stray of marks all over your neck.
He spreads your leg even further while leaning you down gently and pulling out his pants his vibrating cock.
“Yes Rex, put it in me please.” You get even more excited that he’s gonna fuck you with his kama on. That thing is so damn sexy.
“You don’t get to call me like that now, you know what you have to call me.”
“Yes, c-captain.”
“Very good, girl. Jesse, I think she feels her mouth empty, don’t you little one?”
“Mmm, indeed Captain.” You start salivating at the thought of Jesse’s dick in your mouth.
“Sir, I’ll provide to that right away.”
Jesse places right in front of you. In your leaning position you have perfect access at his manhood.
He pulls your hair, obliging you to look at him. A smirk appears on his tattooed face.
He won’t be gentle, that’s what he is saying with that smirk.
He guides you near his dick, a drop of precum already sprouting from his tip, and he shoves it right in your open mouth.
With Jesse you don’t get time to adjust at his size, he is already fucking your face hard. You start gagging and drooling as he fills your throat entirely.
Rex starts pounding you from behind, placing his big hands on your ass and squeezing your buttocks.
Fuck, they are filling you up entirely. You mind goes blank.
“Oh this feels like heaven, princess.”
You move your eyes slightly to the side and you catch Fives sitting on the table, watching you while jacking off. Oh Kriff, this makes you even more desperate.
You suddenly hear the door of the restroom open.
Jesse stops thrusting his hips, leaving his dick in your mouth as you suck it insistently, delivering a small moan of pleasure.
Rex does not stop fucking your wet pussy but he makes sure to produce as little noise as possible.
“What a wonderful night, isn’t it, Cody?”
“Yeah, quite amusing Commander Wolffe.”
Rex’s eyes widen. He covers his mouth with his hand: he is on the edge of an orgasm and the risk of being discovered by the two Commanders is just another incentive.
You start swinging your hips, bouncing on his dick frantically while producing a wet noise.
He can’t stop now, your second orgasm is right near the corner.
Feeling your holes both filled up is a joy for you.
“Have you seen the girls tonight? I swear they have eyes just for you.” Says Wolffe washing his hands in the sink, the sound of the water running covering the wet clap of your butt-cheeks against Rex’s pubes.
“Nah, it’s just your imagination. I’m not as charming as half of the boys here… Take Rex for instance.”
“What about him?”
“I’m sure he’s off somewhere filling one of those beautiful girls. That mad lad, always up to something.” Laughs off Cody.
Fives is on the verge of tears and Jesse curls his toes trying not to move.
But Rex doesn’t hold it anymore: he gives a final vigorous thrust, releasing his cum in your vagina and letting out a low groan.
You moan softly, your orgasm following the Captain’s. You still swing on his dick completely buried inside you. Maker, you can feel the shots of hot cum spilling out from your cunt.
“If you say so Commander… W-what was that?”
Oh stars… they heard it.
If they open the door of the last fresher of the row, the one reserved for the high ranks of the Grand Army of the Republic, they’d see the wildest scenario that could possibly flash in their minds.
And they would probably ask if they could join, but you wouldn’t handle two other men right now.
“Leave it Wolffe, it’s probably some smartass enjoying himself. Come on, let’s get back.”
They exit the restroom and you all breathe a sigh of relief.
“That was fucking close!” Admits Fives excited.
You move from your position, pulling out Jesse’s cock and massaging it.
Rex looks at you smirking as he caresses your hole full of his sweet semen.
“What a nice vision you are... don’t you agree Fives?”
“Indeed sir…” admits Fives biting his lips. Rex gives him space to move and he sweeps you from the floor, supporting your entire weight on his forearms. He locks his hands on your hips so that he can maneuver you like a doll.
You open your legs eager for more. Those men were not quite finished with you.
Fives starts rocking your body on his dick and from there you can clearly feel it bumping on your G spot.
This sends you off the moon.
“More, Fives, fuck me…!”
Fives goes deeper and harder inside you, his nails sinking in the fold created by your thigh and pelvis.
“Do you enjoy it, sweet girl?” he says, almost out of breath.
You mutter, rolling your eyes back. His dick, hard and warm, feels so good inside you, pounding the walls of your needy pussy and filling you with pleasure.
“I t-think I’m gonna come…” he stutters increasing his speed.
“Fives, pull out. I’m not willing to let you cum inside her.” Says Rex serious. He is watching you from an angle of the fresher, grabbing his balls and giving himself pleasure.
The ARC trooper pulls out and ejaculates all over your abdomen, kissing you ferocely.
He puts you on the ground as he gives you another kiss on the cheek before you get spinned around by Jesse.
“Jesse I…”
“And where do you think you are going?” he says almost menacing.
He pulls you in for a quick kiss after which he bites into your neck, giving you myriads of tingles.
He turns you and bends you over completely, your mouth almost touching your knees.
He secures your hands in one of his, behind your back. You can’t move but with his feet he spreads your legs just enough to let him through.
The walls of your cunt are so tight in that position that you cannot process what you feel, you just feel everything: every vein of his big cock, every movement, every thrust.
Jesse is rough and he is destroying you while tickling your clit with his free hand.
He said it before, and you didn’t quite get it, but now you do: he wanted to fuck the shit out of you and he is delivering the promise.
“Jesse! F-fuck! If you keep going I- I might come a-again…” you whimper, tears spilling from your eyes.
He groans, releasing your hands and making you lift up.
Your naked bodies stick together as he grabs your neck with a hand and one of your breasts with the other, slowing pulling your nipple.
You are not escaping from that position, he has control over your body.
Rex and Fives come closer to you, intimidating you just a bit.
The Captain of the Five Oh First starts sucking your left nipple, biting into it and sending shivers down your spine.
You moan loudly.
“Shh, pretty girl, you don’t have to make noises!” Scolds you Fives, shutting your mouth with his tongue.
Jesse bangs you from behind at the same steady, rough rhythm, and you let out another orgasm as you feel the three men giving all these attentions to you, just you.
“Oh Maker…” he felt that too as your pussy is literally squeezing his dick.
Your legs are so tired that they start shaking.
You doubt you will walk again after that experience.
Jesse pulls out and, while jerking his wet dick, he makes you fall on your knees.
“Damn…Look at me girl!” he says while the free hand grabs your chin.
You lock eyes with him and a shower of cum lays on your face. You lick it off the angles of your mouth, smiling amused.
You look at Rex, more tired than ever. It was time to get back to your apartment for some well-deserved aftercare.
Fives sits on the ground while Jesse leans over the door for support. They are looking exhausting, their face sweathy and red.
“That was… another kind of storm.” You say, laughing at Rex.
“Indeed, princess!” shout both the ARC troopers simultaneously.
Cross-posted on AO3.
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jgvfhl · 3 years
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Help I can't stop--
--writing little fics that all involve saving Fives and sometimes other people and then just having Domino hugs at the end. so. yeah. This one has Tup in it! And an Ao3 link~
no warnings ^_^ about 6400 words, very fluffy by the end
Tup liked the busier nights at work, which he hadn’t quite expected. Bartending was a lot more pressure than working behind the scenes--washing dishes or prepping food before the night started--but Tup honestly liked it. Maybe it was his military training rising to the constant stream of orders and people and voices, or maybe he just liked the other bartenders better than the kitchen staff. Whatever it was, tonight was looking to be one of the busiest that week, and Tup only found happy anticipation to meet it.
Maybe a part of it was bartending meant he didn’t have Fives constantly over his shoulder, watching his every move to make sure he didn’t blow their cover or something. After over eight months here, eight months of considerable safety, he still hadn’t relaxed. The only reason Tup was “allowed” behind the bar in front of the customers was the cantina’s owner, Mira. She was the only reason either of them were alive after literally washing up on her doorstep during flood season, so she held some sway. She’d given them beds, meals, she’d never once threatened to turn them in for desertion--all for the requirement they help the aging weequay with her business, the Mirage cantina and inn. They would be fools to refuse, and if that meant Tup was up front, he went up front.
He still worried, naturally. Not so much about the GAR finding them anymore, not so much about the Jedi coming after him, not so much about how each day would end, those fears had largely subsided. Mostly, he worried about his brothers. Fives had explained the chips to him, as much as he knew. It had been a chilling revelation, and it still gnawed at both of their minds, despite having theirs removed. It was constant knowledge that each of his brothers had a ticking time bomb stowed in the back of their brain, just waiting to turn them all against the very people they were built to serve. Fives had sent an encrypted comm to the first person he thought might know how to help: Kix. Hopefully the medic would be prudent with the little knowledge Fives had sent, and hopefully he would know to keep it a damn secret until something concrete could be done about it.
Despite this--despite all of this--Tup had to leave it be. This little riverside town in the far outer rim rarely got news of the war unless battles approached, and just about no mention of Corusanti or Republic politics at all. He had no way to know what was happening. He had no way to affect what was happening. He had to leave it be. Tonight was busy enough without adding the small chaos of his own inner thoughts.
Fives had yet to accept this. Fives… Tup had been serving with Fives for almost a year now. He’d been through plenty of battles with him, hell, he’d survived Umbara with Fives. Fives had a way of… condensing his personality on the field, a way of putting the softer and more vulnerable parts of himself carefully away into some safebox behind walls to protect it from whatever he saw or did in the heat of war. But, afterwards, the old jokes and friendly punches came back in full force, usually helping everyone relax after the battle.
Fives hadn’t taken that safebox out yet.
In fact, Tup wasn’t sure Fives had escaped Ringo Vinda yet. He still saw the same guarded expressions, the same sharp, scrutinizing stare from the field. Maybe it was Tup’s “youth” showing. Shininess. But it had been over eight months since they’d escaped Kamino, and well over six since they’d faced any real danger. Fives couldn’t keep those walls up forever, could he?
Tup couldn’t really remember the last time he’d heard him laugh.
“You got everything you need over there?”
Tup pulled his mind back to his job. “Yeah, thanks, Dan,” he turned to his co-worker over his shoulder. Danula was Mira’s granddaughter, and definitely Tup’s favorite to work with out of the other bartenders. They got along famously--the first nattie friend he’d ever had.
“Looked a little lost in thought,” she replied. “Can’t have that on a busy night, you know?”
“Yeah, ‘course not,” Tup nodded, already moving to refill a pair of glasses. Service with a smile. Wasn’t that one of General Fisto’s mottos? He could have sworn he’d heard it from one of Commander Monnk’s men. Maybe in the same conversation about eating raw seafood like it was okay (which it wasn’t, it was disgusting). At least on a drier planet, he didn’t have that to bother him.
Tup caught sight of one of the regulars making his way through the crowded cantina. He glanced over his shoulder again at Dan, who was now at the other side of the circular bar. She’d be happy to see him.
“Hey, Carreth, good to see you,” Tup greeted the weequay who had arrived.
“Minnow--” Tup’s cover name, part of the precautions of desertion-- “a busy night, I see,” he smiled, craning his neck to catch a glance at Dan behind Tup. Mira and everyone who worked at the cantina knew about Carreth’s crush on Dan. Mira was fine with it, Dan’s parents were fine with it. Dan… had literally only figured it out last week. She was warming quickly to it, though. Carreth was nice, and frankly, too far gone to do anything stupid.
“Yeah, Mirage is a popular place this week,” Tup answered. “I’ll grab Dan for you.”
“Ah--I should tell you,” Carreth said, raising a hand and leaning in. “I noticed a group of your ah… family in town. They might make an appearance.”
Brothers. Tup paused, putting down the bottle of rum he’d pulled for Carreth. “How many? Can you tell me the color of their armor?”
“Kind of… black and red?” Carreth answered, tapping a finger on his chin between two horns. “Only five of them.”
Black and red? Odd. But he just nodded, casting an eye towards the doors. “Thanks for the heads up.” He filled a glass of Carreth’s preferred Corellian rum and left the bottle, then turned to get Dan.
He nearly bowled her over instead, only catching himself with half a second to spare. “Whoa! Hey, sorry--”
“Clones--at the door,” she said at the same time.
He looked. Well. He’d be hard-pressed to miss the guy who looked more Alpha-class than CT, which was more than a little worrying. But he didn’t recognize the armor at all. It didn’t even look regulation. Who were these guys?
“Okay, okay, yeah,” he said, seeing the new arrivals had put Dan on edge almost more than they had him. “Carreth just told me, he’s over there.”
“He did--wait, when--oh.” He turned her around and gave her a gentle push towards her admirer.
“Don’t worry about me, okay?” Force, he was happy Fives had the night off. He would have dragged Tup out of the bar and upstairs to their room before Carreth had finished the warning.
Tup stood his ground, now switched places with Dan on the bar. He kept an eye on the squad of five, watching carefully as they found a table on the edge of the room, then even more carefully as two of them made their way up to the bar in the center of the room.
Dan--Maker bless her--nearly gave up Carreth’s winning smiles to take their orders, but Tup wanted to find out exactly what they were doing here. He waved his hand at her, urging her back to her station.
The two men did stop and stare when he faced them over the bar. “What can I do for you?”
He used their pause to get a better look at them. The one on the left had long dark curls held out of his face by a red bandana with a small skull visible on one side of it. Speaking of skulls, it must have been their squad symbol, because half a skull was tattooed in black over the left side of his face, and the design was replicated in white on the helmet under his arm. The other, Tup had to do a double take, only because he’d never seen a clone with… studs? Ports? Metal… things implanted into his head, clearly visible because of his close haircut. Another quick glance caught the glint of cybernetic metal for a right hand. This guy had seen some things.
“Hi,” the first clone said, a little hesitant.
“This is a surprise,” the other said, a bit more confident. “Pleasant one, I guess.”
Tup shrugged. “As long as you’re not gonna get me in trouble, there won’t be any unpleasant ones.”
The second clone smiled and nodded. “I think some drinks and credits are all that need to change hands here.”
Tup liked this guy. Or at least respected him. “I can do that.”
The tattooed clone rattled off the orders in a way that said these were regular drink requests from the squad.
As he busied himself pulling out five glasses for them, the second clone asked, “Is that a tattoo there?”
Tup looked up to see his head tilted curiously, left hand pointing under his own right eye. “Uh… yeah.” He’d used to keep the teardrop tattoo covered, either a bandage or makeup when Dan could help him, but he’d been leaving it bare lately. Abruptly, Tup was aware that his looks hadn’t changed that much since Ringo Vinda. His hair was still long enough to keep in a bun, and the only difference was the shaved right side of his head where the chip had been removed. He hadn’t wanted to shave his whole head to start over, and he kind of liked the new look. But he still looked a lot like… well. Himself.
“I served with a brother with a mark like that, just looks familiar,” the clone said.
Small talk, clone style. Tup could do this. “Yeah, what was he like? Or is like.”
The other shrugged. “Kinda quiet, pretty nice kid. Didn’t know him for that long before…” He rubbed his head. “Well. Before a few incidents.” Tup could only imagine. “Never found out what happened to him, though. Guess he ran off before I got out.”
His squadmate turned a raised brow on him. “This the one your batcher dragged off about the…” He glanced at Tup. “The thing?”
Tup tried not to stare too pointedly as he finished off the third drink and moved on to the last two--the more complicated orders of the group. That sounded an awful lot like Fives talking about the chips.
“Yeah, that’s the one. Tup.”
He was rather proud of himself for not losing focus and completely ruining the cocktail by adding about three times the vodka needed by freezing up while pouring. But also who the ever-loving kriff were these guys? He started running through what the bandana-ed clone had just said. Unfortunately, he was stopped mid-review by the other one interrupting his thoughts.
“Hey, that reminds me. Can I ask something?”
Tup carefully finished the drink at hand and nodded, now kind of wishing he’d let Dan handle this. “Sure.”
“You haven’t seen any other clones since you… left, have you?”
“No, don’t think so.” Technically not a lie. He and Fives hadn’t seen any others since deserting. But, he could no longer avoid the obvious question of his own. “Can I--um… what do I call you?”
“Echo.”
Well. Tup was pretty sure there would only be one Echo who knew his name and might even be looking for him. There was only, of course, the small hurdle of his supposed death about… a year and, what--five months ago? But that might be the “incidents” he had mentioned earlier, and of course, it would explain his mention of the batchmate Tup had disappeared with.
Fives.
“Give me a minute,” he said, and hurried over to Dan across the way.
She must have been hyper-aware of the little conversation, because she had turned around before he made it to her. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, nothing, I promise,” he said. “I just need you to fill in for a few minutes, there’s something I need to take care of, then I’ll be right back, okay?”
“What?”
“Just--” He floundered a moment, debating how much to tell her. “I know one of them. He’s Blue’s best friend--like best best friend--they haven’t seen each other in a year, longer than that.” He put his hands on her shoulders. “Please, they need to talk to each other, I just need to bring him upstairs, okay? Nothing’s wrong.”
Her eyes narrowed at him, her already lined skin gaining more furrows. But, eventually, she nodded, shooing him away with her hands. “Fine, but I’m not finishing this shift on my own.”
“I’ll be back,” he promised again, moving to the little door in the circular bar. He weaved his way around customers to Echo. “Hi, I’ll start over,” he began, speaking just loud enough to be heard over the music. “I’m Tup, Fives is upstairs, I’m taking you to him, okay? Cool.”
Without waiting for an answer (because it had to be yes), he grabbed Echo’s wrist and began tugging him through the throngs of people and around tables towards the “Employees Only” door that led upstairs. Echo didn’t protest. In fact, he didn’t even say much except to add to Tup’s many “excuse mes” and “thank yous” as they pushed through people to get to the stairs.
But once the door had swung back shut again, he pulled Tup up.
“What?”
Echo breathed a quiet laugh. “Hello to you too, Tup. Take a breath.”
Tup released his wrist and let him climb the stairs at his own pace. In doing so, he finally noticed Echo’s boots didn’t look quite right, and it took him several seconds to realize this was because there were no feet attached. The more he looked, he recognized cybernetics from at least the knees down on both legs. “Oh, sorry.” He wasn’t sure if he was apologizing for dragging Echo away or for not realizing what had changed.
“It’s okay.” He put a hand on Tup’s shoulder as they climbed. “How are you both? You and Fives.”
“I’m pretty good,” he answered, silently agonizing over the slower pace Echo had set. “Fives is uh…” He paused, trying to find words that wouldn’t alarm Echo too much. “He’s… been better?”
Echo raised a brow at him, hesitating a step before continuing at a slightly faster pace. “What do you mean?”
Tup sighed. “He’s… I dunno. It’s like he’s…” Words failed him again, and now they had reached the landing on the second floor. The room he and Fives shared was only five doors down. “It’s like he’s hollow, but he’s too full of too much at the same time. It’s why I didn’t want to wait for him to see you.”
Echo nodded, gesturing for Tup to lead on. “I understand. Probably wouldn’t have wanted to wait even if he was okay.”
A knot of anticipation was slowly tightening in Tup’s chest as they approached the door and Tup knocked. He knew Fives was here, and it was technically Tup’s room too, but Fives didn’t like surprises. Anymore, at least. This had to work. If there was anyone in the galaxy who could get Fives out of this person hell he’d put himself in, it was Echo, right? That was how it worked: Echo and Fives, Fives and Echo, the Domino twins, always. Tup wasn’t sure what he’d do if this didn’t work.
______
The first thing that struck Echo about the room was the clear division of lived-in disorder and absent organisation. The room itself was clearly meant for customers and had simply been repurposed to allow Fives and Tup to live there semi-permanently. There were two beds, a connected ‘fresher near the door, a table with two lamps between the beds--all the trappings of a typical (if low-end) motel. But the bed farthest from the door remained impeccably made up in military fashion, there were no personal belongings out that weren’t currently in use, not even a stray sock. It was a CO’s dream, sure, but…
He looked at the other bed--Tup’s bed. It was made, but not impeccably so. There were stray clothes in one corner, a datapad thrown on the covers, little knickknacks on the table beside it. It looked lived in. Tup had claimed this space, a while ago, from the looks of it. Echo remembered the state Fives’ bunk had been in sometimes, the utter chaos happening below his own bunk. What had happened?
“Fives?” Tup stopped where the room widened out to their sleeping area, and Echo stopped behind him.
His batchmate was sitting cross-legged on his bed with a mouse droid in front of him in carefully disassembled pieces, next to a soldering kit and a datapad. He looked a bit like Tech at the moment, except for the distinct lack of goggles and the tank top and shorts.
But it was definitely Fives. Same little tattoo on his temple, same stupid goatee on his chin.
“What’s wrong?” Fives asked, not looking up from the mouse droid’s guts. Echo frowned a little. Tup hadn’t been exaggerating. He sounded… flat.
“Nothing’s wrong,” Tup answered. “There’s someone you should see, is all.”
That made Fives look up, and his reaction was instantaneous. He shoved the soldering iron into its holder with one hand while the other found a blaster pistol that had been hidden behind his body on the bed and raised it at Echo. “Who the hell is that?” he growled in a voice Echo had only ever associated with battle. The voice alone was enough to set him on edge, like Fives had just given a warning of enemy incoming and hadn’t just pointed his blaster at him.
“It’s Echo!” Tup shot back, stepping more fully in front of him--between him and the blaster. “Fives, it’s Echo. Maker’s sake, put the blaster down.”
“Echo’s dead, and people lie,” Fives replied in the same stern voice as he rose from the bed to stand at its foot. “Get away from him.” The pistol never wavered, true to ARC standards.
Echo knew he was unrecognizable. When he’d arrived at the RMB on Anaxes after being rescued from Skako Minor, it had been painfully obvious just how much he didn’t look like himself from the way that Jesse and Kix and Hardcase and the others had reacted. Now, with a different haircut, and metal limbs, and no handprint of any kind on his armor, it wasn’t exactly a surprise that Fives didn’t believe it was him. But it still hurt like something vital had just crumpled inside his chest.
“Fives!” There was a note of desperation in Tup’s voice now. How long had they been living like this? Echo remembered the urgency with which Tup had dragged him up here, not even bothering to find out what they were doing here, or if they were a threat to their safety. A while, then.
“Get. Away.”
“No! This is ridiculous!”
“You can scan my wrist if you want,” Echo cut in, holding up his remaining arm. “ID tattoo.” The subdermal pattern of invisible ink would pull up his public military record on any device, displaying his designation and current and previous stations.
This made Fives pause, actually thinking about it.
“Please, Fives?” Tup asked.
After a tense moment, Fives exhaled sharply through his nose, which meant he had relented. He pointed towards a dresser with his free hand. “Fine, grab the scanner.”
Tup took a step forward, then paused to ask, “You’re not gonna shoot him, right?”
A muscle in Fives’ jaw flexed. “I’m not gonna shoot him.”
Tup still moved cautiously, keeping a close eye on Fives as he left his position between Echo and the blaster aimed at him. For his part, Echo slowly moved to take off his vambrace and glove on his left hand, then pulling up the sleeve of his blacks a few inches. Tup stood in front of the dresser between them, fiddling with the handheld scanner.
“Do you wanna do this?” he said to Fives, sounding… tired. Poor kid.
Fives shook his head. “You do it.” It was the gentlest his voice had sounded since they’d walked in. It gave Echo some hope. If Fives could still care this much about keeping Tup safe, the rest of him was still in there. It was just a little buried.
Tup walked over and he held out his wrist for him. The scanner sort of… tickled a bit, after being part of a computer for several months with the Techno Union. It seemed whatever they did to him had made him a bit more sensitive to the electromagnetic spectrum. The stripes of the ID tattoo lit up blue briefly as the device picked them up, and there was a soft beep when it finished.
“Sorry about this,” Tup murmured while the device was processing.
“Don’t, it’s not your fault,” Echo replied with a small smile.
He returned to Fives, holding out the device as a hologram display appeared from it:
ARC-1409
Formerly 501 Legion, Torrent Co
MIA: [unavailable]
POW retrieved from [unavailable] by Gen. Anakin Skywalker, CT-7567, CF99
Reassigned to CF99
It was different than the one Echo had seen, because the GAR devices and droids could pull up his full record, dates included, but it had the important stuff. Echo skimmed the short document, then watched Fives read it through. He saw his batchmate’s eyes hover on the picture in the upper left corner, taken about a month after his rescue. He looked much better now than in that picture. Fives read it through twice, and after the second time through, he reached out and took the device from Tup. The arm holding the pistol lowered its aim from Echo’s head to his feet.
“I have a shift to finish,” Tup said, stepping away once the scanner was out of his hands. “Don’t kill each other while I’m gone.”
Fives didn’t respond, just watched Tup turn and leave.
And that left the two of them alone.
For a moment or two, they didn’t move. Fives seemed lost in thought after reading the document, and Echo didn’t want to startle him. Eventually, he clicked the device off and set it down on top of the dresser, the arm with the blaster now hanging loose at his side.
“How did you find us?” he asked quietly, still facing the dresser. His voice was still unreadable to the inexperienced ear, but Echo could hear a difference. He was still wary. But he wasn’t actively threatening him, and that was a distinct improvement.
“Accident,” Echo replied truthfully. “We needed to stop for fuel after a mission, and the boys wanted a drink, so…” He figured the rest of the story was self-explanatory. When Fives didn’t follow with another question, he added, “Do you believe it’s me now?”
Fives’ empty hand slowly curled into a fist on top of the dresser, then slowly relaxed. “I think so,” he answered.
“Can I ask you to put the blaster down?”
His batchmate looked down at the weapon, like he’d only just noticed it. After another moment of thought, he set it down beside the scanner, then finally looked up at Echo. “What happened to you?”
He shrugged. He was used to people staring at him by now, with all his machinery, and even more used to that question. “An explosion and a few mad scientists.” He took a step towards Fives, encouraged when he made no move for the blaster in response. “The Seppies handed me over to the Techno Union after they pulled me out of The Citadel.” He gestured to his legs and head with his prosthetic hand. “They did all this.”
“Why?”
Echo took another step towards him, scrutinizing his face for the tells and signs he had grown up learning. Even ARC training couldn’t hide it all from him, so despite the emotionless front Fives had put up--and had had on since Echo had walked in, he could tell a few things. Most glaringly, he was exhausted. Beyond exhausted, in some aspects. Clearly, he hadn’t been sleeping well, if at all, for days at a time, if the shadows under his eyes were anything to go by.
“To get the strategic algorithm,” he answered, keeping his voice soft and even, giving no signs he could see how bad Fives looked. “The one I made with Rex. I guess they were using it on Anaxes about two and a half months after you and Tup left. Rex recognized it, and that’s how they found me.” Fives nodded. He looked numb behind the exhaustion. He rubbed his face roughly, and Echo took another couple steps forward. “No one’s coming after you, Fives.”
He watched his shoulders tense, hands still over his face.
“I mean it. The stuff you sent to Kix about the chips--you did the right thing. We’ve figured a lot of it out, we know Tup wasn’t in control of himself on Ringo Vinda. We know someone set this whole thing up. No one is coming after you, I promise.”
Slowly, Fives’ hands lowered from his face, and Echo’s heart leapt. Finally, he could see something in his eyes. They were no longer forcefully void of emotion, guarded by walls built during ARC training. It would have made Echo smile, if what he saw hadn’t been such overwhelming loneliness. It made sense now that Tup had described a kind of hollowness. If he’d seen something like it before Citadel, he would have wasted no time dragging his brother into a hug and not letting go until he felt the stress ease from his muscles. But then was not now. Fives was hurting, yes. But Echo had to be patient.
He stayed put as Fives moved again, this time over to the foot of the bed to sit on the floor, leaning back against the bedframe. Drained. “Is Tup mad at me?”
Echo did smile then, a small smile, and a little sad. “Oh, Fives,” he sighed.
Fives, always loyal to his brothers first, and the Republic second. Fives, who had always hated being left alone for any amount of time, no matter how brief. Fives, who had always spent extra time with the shinies after their first battles to make sure they took care of themselves. Fives, who had sensed the chips ran deeper than first thought, and risked his life gathering what he could to save his brothers. Fives, who had suddenly found himself without anyone, except Tup, and had done everything in his power to keep his little brother safe, no matter what it would do to him.
“No, I don’t think he’s mad at you,” he finally said, walking the few steps over until he was standing to Fives’ left. “A little frustrated you did this to yourself, maybe. But not angry.” He gestured to the floor next to his brother. “Can I sit?”
Fives nodded, barely a dip of the chin. “I just wanted to keep him safe,” he said in a very small voice.
“You did,” Echo told him as he sat down next to him, but facing towards him. “You did a great job. No one even thought to look here, no one had any idea where you two had gone.” He set down his glove and his vambrace that he’d been carrying since taking them off. Then he started taking off the rest of the armor on his arm, setting it all in a pile off to his far side.
Fives watched him, curious, but he didn’t say anything about it. Instead, he wanted to know, “What did you find out about the chips?”
Echo frowned as he unclipped the sides of his chest plate and pulled the whole thing over his head. He wanted Fives to relax, to let go of the stress he’d been carrying. Talking about what they’d discovered, and what they had yet to figure out, would just get him thinking again. “Do I have to tell you now?” When Fives’ only response was dropping his gaze to the floor between his feet with a minuscule shrug, Echo elaborated. “Fives, as your batchmate, let me say this: you are dead tired. You look like you’ve been running on fumes--mentally and emotionally, if not physically--for about two weeks. Kix would scrape the medic symbol off his shoulder bell if he let you go anywhere in this state. I would rather wait until tomorrow, so I can make sure you get a good night’s rest and some breakfast, and then I will tell you and Tup everything. Okay?”
Fives knew he was right. Echo knew that he knew he was right. He drew his knees up to his chest and rubbed his face again. “Okay,” he sighed, but he didn’t look happy about it.
Echo smiled again. “You know you missed my nagging,” he said, holding out his hand.
To his utter delight, the corners of Fives’ mouth pulled up ever so slightly. He put out his hand, hesitated a little, but finally let it land in Echo’s. “Yeah, I did,” he agreed, linking their thumbs and holding tight. He let his head fall back against the mattress behind him, avoiding his brother’s gaze, but Echo’s trained eye saw the muscles in his neck constrict, saw the small stutter in his breathing, and he already knew.
“Looks like rain, huh?” he said quietly, squeezing his brother’s hand. It was an old code from Domino’s cadet days. They had all been so damn stubborn, none of them had wanted to admit when they needed a good cry. So, they had used Kamino’s weather as a cover. Fives and Echo had kept it up, even when it no longer made sense on a ship in the middle of hyperspace, for example.
Fives shut his eyes tightly and nodded, squeezing his hand in return.
“C’mere.”
He uncurled from where he sat against the bed and let Echo gather him up in his arms, holding him against his unarmored chest--because he had been pretty sure it would end up like this. Fives pressed his face into his left shoulder immediately, wrapping both arms around his torso and digging his fingers into his blacks. Echo rested his chin on his brother’s hair and put his hand on the back of his neck, holding him there while he unraveled.
How long had it been since he had seen his last batchmate? Something approaching two years at this point. Echo hugged tighter upon remembering that, and upon remembering what it had been like trying to put his life back together after the Techno Union without him. He was determined to keep Fives from going through anything like it now, even if this reunion was far from what he might have imagined.
After some time Echo didn’t bother to track, he felt Fives settle in his arms and heard his breathing descend to a more normal pace. He pressed a kiss to his head and ruffled his hair. As much as he hated hearing Fives cry, this was light years better than the calculating and emotionless man who’d had a blaster pointed at him a few minutes ago. It hurt, yes, but it was human. If it made Echo’s heart twinge a little, it was worth it to know this was normal.
“Feel better?” he murmured. Fives nodded silently, loosening his death-grip on his brother’s blacks. “Can we get off the floor now? My knees aren’t what they used to be.”
The noise Fives made was somewhere between a sob and a cough as he sat up from where he’d been slumped against Echo’s chest. But he was smiling, weakly, so it must have been a laugh. “Yeah, okay.”
Echo helped him wipe away a few stray tears. “You’re a kriffing mess, brother,” he smirked. “Maybe you can get some sleep until Tup’s shift ends, hm?”
“You’re staying, yeah?”
“Of course I’m staying,” he assured him, a little affronted he would think otherwise. Fives nodded, letting his head fall forward until their foreheads touched. Echo leaned in and felt a shaky breath of relief leave his lips.
“I really need a drink.”
Echo sat up with a smile. “You and me both, but I think sleep will be better for you.”
______
It was a little after midnight by the time Tup had finished his shift and he was climbing the stairs to his room again, this time with three beers in his hands, because he felt bad about whisking Echo off without filling his order. Echo’s new squad was still downstairs. He’d explained what had happened to them, and they had all been surprisingly accepting of it. Echo must have told them about Fives.
He hesitated in front of his door, one hand on the handle. He couldn’t hear anything from inside, which… was probably good, right? They’d had over two hours to themselves. Either they’d settled things, or they’d stunned each other. Well. He pushed the door open, knocking on it lightly as he did so.
“Hey, guys, I’m back.” He walked softly until he was in the main part of the room, then he smiled.
Echo and Fives were laid out on Fives’ bed, the latter tucked safely under his batchmate’s arm. It was the first time Tup had actually seen Fives asleep in weeks. Usually, he was still up when Tup went to bed, and awake before Tup got up. It was also the first time in months Fives had willingly put himself in contact with another person. He noticed Echo’s full kit was piled at the foot of the bed, along… along with his legs, yes. He was still getting used to that.
Echo was blinking sleepily when Tup walked in. “Hey, Tup,” he smiled. “Those for us?”
Tup held up the three bottles. “Yeah. I… felt kinda bad you didn’t get your drink earlier.”
Echo nodded. “Oh, it’s alright. But, I will certainly take that drink now, as soon as I get this lump off my arm.” He waved the hand attached to the arm Fives had pinned down.
Tup walked over and sat down on the end of the bed where Echo’s feet weren’t. “I’m glad he’s asleep.”
“Yeah, me too,” his older brother agreed, rubbing Fives’ shoulder. “But, I said I’d wake him up when you came back.” He patted Fives’ shoulder a bit more aggressively. “Come on, brother.”
It took a while, but it worked eventually. Fives grumbled quietly, at first shoving his face deeper into the pillows before Echo dragged his arm out from under him, then he hauled himself upright. Echo similarly pushed himself up, leaning against his brother.
“Hey, Fives,” Tup said, still a little uncertain.
Fives rubbed his eyes, then blinked groggily at him. Echo ruffled his hair roughly to help him wake up, and a tiny smile appeared on his face. A real one, too, not one of the tight, professional smiles Tup had seen him use in the past. “Hey, Tup.”
A huge smile lit up Tup’s face. Echo had done it. “That’s more like it,” he said triumphantly.
“Yeah, I know,” Fives said, looking a bit sheepish, which was awesome, because Tup hadn’t seen many emotions out of him other than a range of unhappy in way too long. “Sorry about… everything.”
Tup’s smile softened a bit. “Thank you. It’s okay--I mean, I’m glad you’re okay.”
He nodded back. “Yeah, well… we’re getting there.” His eyes landed on the drinks in Tup’s hand. Tup had picked out one he knew was a favorite. “Those aren’t being saved for any special occasion, are they?” he asked, gesturing to them.
Tup smirked and held them up. “Just this one,” he answered, and handed them out.
He was about to get up to get a bottle opener, then watched as Echo’s cybernetic hand plucked off the cap like it was nothing. Fives blinked at his batchmate’s open bottle, then held out his to open as well. Echo rolled his eyes, but obliged. Fives smiled again, clinking their bottles together before taking a swig.
Echo held out his hand to Tup, whose bottle remained unopened. “It’s the most hand-like thing this thing can do, please,” he urged, so Tup held out his bottle and let him open it.
Then Fives scooched back to sit against the headboard and gestured Tup over as well. “C’mere,” he said, “I’ve been a dick to you, I should start making it up.”
Tup gave another huge grin and got up to get on the other side of the bed. “Good to have you back,” he said, maybe a little smug, as he kicked off his shoes and carefully climbed in so he didn’t spill his drink.
“Glad to be here,” Fives said, putting an arm around Tup’s neck and tapping their foreheads together lightly. “Good on you for bringing in the heavy artillery,” he added, gesturing with his bottle to Echo on his other side.
Tup could only give a nonverbal sound in reply as he took a drink. Then he sighed contentedly and relaxed against Fives’ side. He hadn’t quite realized how much stress he had been carrying because of Fives, and it was all leaving him in a rush, like he’d just taken off his kit after a twelve-hour march. He felt light, and happy, and safe. And hopefully, it wouldn’t be too long before they could really go home, and he could see the rest of his brothers. The thought made him smile as he listened absently to Fives and Echo chat about nothing in particular. Yeah. This was good.
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Mistletoe Mishaps Fives x Reader
A/N: So this fic is kinda stupid and was based off of a tumblr post that I can no longer find, but I hope that you guys enjoy it anyways! I have been meaning to post a holiday themed fic but just have not had the motivation to write the one that I had in mind so I hope this one is alright for now! Enjoy! ( @captainrexisboo this is the fic I was talking about)
Length: ~1800 words
Warnings: none :) just shenanigans and fluff
“Are you sure?” You and Fives had stopped just outside of the 501st barracks. “I wouldn’t want to get in the way of you spending the holidays with your brothers.”
 Fives softly smiled at you and took your hand. “Cyare, its going to be fine. I know you’re nervous, but we celebrate just like everyone else in the galaxy does.” He smiled and gave you a light kiss on your forehead. “Plus, the boys love you almost as much as I do. You’re family and we want you with us.”
 You let out a sigh, clearing your mind and felt Fives give your hand a reassuring squeeze. “Alright,” you said with a smile. “Let’s get out of the cold and have some fun.”
Fives’ face lit up as he began pulling you the rest of the way toward the entrance to the barracks. “You’re going to love it Cyare! Echo makes the best hot coco, and this is the only time of year you will see Rex convince Cody to wear civies on the base!”
 Giggling at Fives enthusiasm, you quickened your pace until you were at the door. Fives opened it and held it for you as the warm light from the party inside spilled onto the snowy ground. You stepped inside and felt the chill from the wind already begin to disappear.
 “Y/N!” You heard your name said cheerfully from all over the room as everyone turned to smile at you.
 “Glad you could make it,” Rex said as he walked up to you with a cup of hot coco in his hands. “Its so good to see you!”
 You took off your coat and hung it up before turning to give Rex a hug. “Thanks for having me,” you said with a smile. “It’s nice to see all of you again.”
 “Of course!” He looked around before leaning and whispering to you. “Plus, you being here makes Fives more likely to behave.”
 You and Rex chuckled before turning to walk further into the party with him and Fives.
 You look around the room to see members of the 501st and 212th laughing and having fun. All of them are wearing civilian clothes with some of them wearing holiday sweaters. Echo is standing in the back near the tree that the 501st had smuggled in talking to Tup and Dogma. You see Echo finish saying something before they all begin to laugh. Dogma was unfortunate enough to be taking a drink of his coco at the same time and accidentally spills it on himself before he starts coughing and Echo and Tup start laughing harder.
 You hear a frustrated yell come from the Sabacc table before looking over to see a very pleased Kix gathering up the pot from the middle as Boil throws his cards down. Waxer pats Boils arm and Cody chuckles before holding his hand out to Wooley and Obi-Wan who both begrudgingly hand him a few credits.
 You saw that Cody and Obi-Wan were wearing matching 212th colored sweaters before turning to Rex. “So, how angry was Cody when he found out you got them matching sweaters without him knowing?”
 Rex followed your eyes over to Cody and laughed. “Oh, he was pretty pissed at me at first but warmed up to the idea when General Kenobi complimented him on it. I could feel his face heating up from across the room.”
 You laughed and kept taking in the scene around you. There were lights and decorations covering the walls and tables set up all around the room with different kinds of fun things to do. There was a long table near the door to the kitchen that was covered in food that Jesse and Hardcase were mingling around. They looked like they were up to something, but you shook it off as them just having fun with their time off.
 You took a deep breath in and could smell the hot coco that Echo had made wafting in from the kitchen door. You looked toward the kitchen, thinking about getting some when you saw that mistletoe had been hung from the top of the frame. You smiled and reminded yourself to drag Fives over there at some point before you felt his hand on your back.
 “Do you want some hot chocolate cyar’ika? I’m on my way over there,” Fives asked with a tender smile.
 You gave him a small kiss on the cheek. “Sure! That would be great!”
 He began walking toward the kitchen before you motioned to it with your head. “So, are some of the others partners coming tonight? Is that why you guys put mistletoe up?”
 Rex gave you a confused look. “Hmm?” He followed your eyes toward the kitchen and his face loosened up. “Oh, you mean the mistlefoe? I’d steer clear of that if I were you,” he said chuckling before taking a sip of his coco.
 Your eyes went wide in surprise. “I’m sorry. The what?”
 “You know? Whoever gets caught under it with another person has to fight them before someone yields? It’s a holiday tradition for us to hang one up somewhere and to—”
 “AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!”
 You looked over and saw Jesse barreling toward Fives in the kitchen doorway before tackling him to the ground and moving to put him into a headlock. Fives eyes widen before he reaches up and grabs onto Jesse, throwing him onto the ground. Everyone in the room starts to either laugh or cheer as they begin wrestling with each other. Fives quickly gets behind Jesse and puts him in a light chokehold. Jesse starts squirming and trying to get out of it while Fives laughs and keeps him restrained. “Do you yield yet vod?!”
 Jesse growls and tries to break free. “No!” He reaches up to try and get a grip on Fives. “I’m not going to let you win that easily!”
 They are both breathing heavily as they squirm around on the floor. Fives mischievously laughs. “Ha! Well, that’s too bad vod cause I’m not going to let you go until you yield!” He tightens his grip slightly as Jesse keeps struggling to break free.
 About a minute goes by and you see Jesse start to get tired before he stops trying to break free. “Fine,” he huffs out. “I yield.”
 Cheers erupt around you and you see a few of the men around you exchanging credits with each other. Fives lets go and pushes himself to his feet before helping Jesse up. “You sure as hell surprised me vod,” he said as he affectionately punched Jesse in the shoulder before giving him a handshake. “I’ll give you that.”
 Jesse rolled his eyes and smiled before walking back over to a wheezing Hardcase and whacking him upside the head.
 Fives turned to you and gave you a wink and a smile before going back to get the coco he was originally after.
 You started laughing and brought your hand up to your face.
 Rex chuckles. “What’s so funny?”
 You keep laughing. “It’s just, that’s not exactly what I thought that was going to be for.”
 “What did you think it was for if not that?”
 You shake your head and lightly laugh. “Well, usually the mistletoe is hung up over a doorway and whoever is caught under it has to kiss the other person. That’s why I asked about your guys’ partners.”
 Rex starts laughing into his mug while Fives walks up with your coco.
 He pushes it into your hands and gives you a confused look. “What’s so funny?”
 You take a sip of your coco and smile as you get an idea. “I’ll tell you later.”
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The party had been going on for a couple of hours now, and everything was starting to wind down. Presents had been exchanged as well as a couple more punches in the doorway to the kitchen. You had talked with everybody at the party and your sides had hurt from laughing too much at least ten times that night.
 With everything calming down, it began to get a bit quieter and the sounds of light conversations were drifting through the air.
 You had just finished a conversation with Kix and were looking around for Fives. You saw him standing over at the window looking out at the snow while sipping on hot chocolate. He had his left hand in his pocket while the right was holding his cup.
 You walked over to him and sild your hand down his arm until he took his hand out of his pocket and grabbed yours. You rested your head on his shoulder and looked out the window with him.
 “What are you thinking about?”
 Fives hummed and gave your hand a light squeeze. “Just how I wish things could be like this all the time.”
 You looked up at him. “What do you mean?”
 “I mean… All of us together having a good time. Not having anything to worry about. Plus, I don’t like being away from you as long as I am most of the time.”
 You sighed and squeezed his hand before pulling him into a hug. “I don’t like being away from you either and I wish that things could be like this all the time too, but I know one thing that you’ll never have to worry about.”
 He set his cup on the windowsill and wrapped his arms around you. “And what’s that?”
 You smiled into his chest as he put his head on top of yours. “You’ll never have to worry about me not being here for you when you get back.” You lightly squeezed him. “You will never be rid of my love no matter how hard you try.”
 You heard his voice reverberate throughout his chest as he chuckled.
 The two of you stood there holding each other for a few minuets before you mischievously smiled. “Hey,” you said as you gently pushed him away. “I have something that might take your mind off of this stuff.”
 He perked up and nodded, urging you to continue.
 “Want to know what Rex was laughing at earlier?”
 He watched you questioningly as you reached into your pocket and pulled out the mistletoe you had stolen from the kitchen doorway. You held it up above your head and gave him a smirk as he looked at you, completely lost.
 You chuckled and rolled your eyes before you grabbed onto his sweater and pulled him into a kiss. He squealed in surprise before melting into the kiss. He brought his right hand up to hold your chin while his left hand snaked around your waist to pull you closer.
 You pulled apart and looked up at his smiling face. “So, what do you think of my holiday tradition?”
 He smirked and looked up like he was musing over it. “I think,” he said as he pulled you closer against him, “I want to do it again.”
 He brought his hand up to cup your cheek as you smiled and leaned in to press another kiss to his lips. Smiling the whole time.
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The War Is Over | one-shot
A/N: Alternate ending to Age Of Heroes, can stand on its own.
AO3 Link | 2,200 words (approx)
Summary: What if Palpatine wasn’t the Sith Lord? The happy ending where the whole crew goes to 79′s.
Rex laughed at the hologram in his hand. “I’d hate for you to miss out on the celebration. I know you love the dress greys.”
“Mhm. They really bring out the bags under my eyes. Maybe after the formal dinner we could go get absolutely pissed at Seventy-Nine’s. You, me, Wolffe, Echo, Ahsoka, whoever else wants to join us.”
“Commander Tano is seventeen, Cody. That’s underage.” Though she’d soon be eighteen and drinking age in most systems, Rex still thought of her as the same brash fourteen-year-old he had met on Christophsis when it came to anything but combat.
“Four years older than we are. You can’t protect her forever, Rex. If she can fight in a war and die for the Republic, she can have a drink. Though, with the amount you lot drink, she may swear alcohol off entirely.”
“I’ll make sure Jesse is there if that’s our goal.”
Cody grinned and looked around the medical bay before turning back to Rex conspiratorially. “Do you really think we’re going to win?”
“General Skywalker thinks so. Why not?” Rex couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. “Count Dooku is dead, General Grievous is dead, you’ve captured Maul. We may have just won the Clone Wars.”
“Isn’t that something.” A new message chirped on Cody’s comm, and he stopped to glance at it. “I’m needed on the bridge, Rex.”
“Well, duty calls.”
“I’ll see you on the other side of the war.”
“See you on the other side of the war. Take care of yourself, Cody.”
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The war was over.
Ahsoka stood before the mirror in her room, running the strand of beads that had served as her padawan braid between her fingers before setting it off to the side and returning her focus to her reflection. She was a Jedi, vanity had no place in her mind, but she couldn’t help but admire the ornate patterns lining her new white robes. Barriss had chosen the design with her, and Master Ti had helped the young women incorporate it in a traditional togrutan manner. Master Windu had, of all beings, been the one to help them sew the fabric on in straight lines.
The war was over.
Rex tugged on the collar of the new service dress whites. He hated the constrictions the fabric imposed on him.
“You’ll break the clasp if you keep doing that.” Cody, always the older brother figure, leaned over and straightened Rex’s collar before moving to straighten the colored shoulder pads they had been given. Rex let Cody have his moment. He had bounced back from his injuries, cleaned himself up, then spent the past week overseeing Darth Maul’s interrogation. He deserved to do what he wanted for a bit. Or at least, that was how Rex justified it. Cody still did outrank him, as evidenced by the extra ribbons and decor his uniform bore.
“Maybe I wanted to break the clasp.” Rex whispered as Cody straightened back up in his seat. “Get out of this awful dinner.”
“Now, now, Rex. Play along for the senators. This is their moment after all.” Wolffe chided from Cody’s other side.
The war was over.
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Ahsoka met the group of clones outside of the Senate, bounding over as soon as they were in sight. “Notice anything different?” She asked, twirling around.
“You have a back to your shirt?” Fives offered.
“No, no. She fixed the holes in her leggings.” Tup corrected.
“You changed your hair.” Echo said.
Ahsoka laughed and turned to Rex. “Any other observations?”
“No, I believe they covered it.” Rex smirked and lay an arm around Ahsoka’s shoulders. “Congratulations, Jedi Knight Tano.”
“Will all due respect, Commander Cody, does this mean that she officially outrank you?” Jesse asked.
“No. No I’m still taller.” Cody glanced over at Kix. “That’s how it works right?”
“Absolutely.” Kix confirmed. “Until the tips of her montrals pass your height next week, you’re in charge.”
Rex made a sound of indignation. “You’re saying that like she’s going to grow up.”
“Rex, I went with you to the Citadel, I’ve faced off against Sith lords and you’re worried about me growing up?” Ahsoka hoped that the men wouldn’t notice how her eyes were getting misty.
“Of course I am, kid. You’re only, what, fourteen?” He teased.
“Absolutely, Rex. I’m the youngest Jedi Knight in the history of the Order.” She squinted up her eyes and nose and shook her head at him.
“That’s cause for celebration then!” Cody threw an arm around Wolffe and Echo and leaned slightly forward towards her. “As your commanding officer until this time next week when your montrals surpass me, would you like to join us at Seventy-Nine’s?”
“Cody!” Wolffe protested.
“General Plo doesn’t need to know.” Cody assured him. “Are you in, Ahsoka?”
Ahsoka glanced around at the men surrounding her. Rex and Wolffe were wearing looks of indignation. Jesse looked surprised. The Domino Twins and their adopted triplet were biting back laughter. Kix seemed unphased. Cody looked steady in his proposition.
“I’m in.”
Obi-Wan was going to be so mad when he found out about this.
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The eight clones and one togruta crammed onto the two benches around the corner table. Ahsoka found herself squished between Wolffe and Echo. The situation would have been uncomfortable in armor, but without it was not unlike crowding into a gunship during an evacuation. Not the most convenient spot to find yourself in, but still very enjoyable at the heart of it.
“Fives and Kix are taking orders, what do you want, General Tano?” Echo asked, tossing his head towards the men, who were sitting at the ends of each bench.
Ahsoka bit her lip. “I don’t know, I don’t know what they have.”
Fives pointed a finger in her direction. “I got you.”
Ahsoka tried to commit everyone’s orders to memory as she looked around at the interior of the club. She wanted to connect the drink’s appearances to their names when Fives returned. She listened to the conversations around her as she continued to sweep the room. Wolffe on her left was talking to Cody, who was sitting directly across from him and was just as squished into the wall as he was. Beside Cody was Rex, who was politely listening to Echo’s recount of the Citadel to Jesse and Tup, who had brought it up in the first place.
“I did not trip when we unfroze, your liar.” Fives insisted as he and Kix returned with two trays of drinks.
“Oh yes, you did.” Ahsoka grinned. “I saw you when Master Kenobi and Master Skywalker were arguing.”
“I should have gotten you a soda.” Fives scoffed, passing her a drink.
She took it and looked suspiciously at the brown liquid. “What is this?”
Fives shrugged and sat back down next to Tup. “A drink.”
Ahsoka took a small sip, then a larger one. “Just whiskey?
Rex nearly choked. “Excuse me?”
“What, you think I’ve never had a drink before?”
“Actually, yes. Where have you had whiskey before? Not from General Skywalker.”
“No, not from Anakin.” She agreed and glanced over towards Cody.
“Cody.” Rex turned as much as he could on the crammed bench to berate his brother while Ahsoka turned her gaze over to the men on her right. Echo raised his glass and nodded at her. She caught a glimpse of Tup’s wide eyes behind him, though her attention was quickly drawn back across the table to Kix biting his hand to muffle his laughter from Rex. Ahsoka could feel Wolffe’s arm shaking from similarly repressed laughter as Cody tried to defend himself from Rex’s accusations.
Eventually, Cody was vindicated and Jesse and Tup brought another round. Ahsoka accepted the fruity drink Tup had chosen for her as her last one and stuck with it for subsequent rounds. Kix’s mid-drink lecture on clone and togruta metabolism solidified her stance, along with Wolffe’s attempt to parent her in the generals’ absence.
In the end, she found herself stumbling out of Seventy-Nine’s with Jesse draped half over her shoulders and half over Kix’s. Once they were in a less populated stretch of road Rex came up to her side and wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her up, taking some of Jesse’s weight off her.
“Ahsoka. I don’t know what comes next, but I want you to know that I’m proud of you, kid.” Rex smiled down at her.
She beamed back up at him. “That means a lot to me, Rex. It’s been an honor to serve with you.”
“It’s a pity you only served in the third best legion in the GAR.” Cody shouted from behind them. “Your battalion is the reason General Kenobi is going grey.”
“At least I’ve never threatened to tie General Skywalker’s lightsaber to his wrist.” Rex shot back.
“Only because you have the astromech to retrieve it.”
“Look.” Echo cut in. “You can diss the general all you want, but leave Artoo out of it.”
“Even Wolffe likes Artoo-detoo.” Fives nodded his head in agreement.
“I said I can tolerate it.” Wolffe responded.
“Him, Commander. Artoo has masculine programming.” Tup spoke up.
“Yeah, it’s what really brings us all together.” Kix agreed.
Ahsoka couldn’t help the laughter that spilled from her lips. Maybe being a little tipsy, she wouldn’t dare say she was drunk, had something to do with it. Maybe it was just the stress of the past three years being lifted off her shoulders. They’d all made it. The Separatists had surrendered and with their surrender Chancellor Palpatine had stepped down and opened the floor in search for his successor. Supposedly, he was going to retire by the lakes of Naboo. She wondered if he and Padme were to one day be neighbors.
They managed to get back to the barracks in one piece and Ahsoka soon found herself in Rex’s room along with Cody and Wolffe and a large pitcher of water.
“No hangovers.” Wolffe emphasized as he poured Ahsoka a generous cup of water.
“And that’s the reason why the five-oh-first is only the third best legion.” Cody said as he tapped his glass against Ahsoka’s. “You’d have a shot at perhaps being number two if you weren’t so dehydrated.”
“With you as the number one?” Rex scoffed.
“Oh no, the three hundred twenty-seventh corps.” Cody shook his head at Rex. “Gotta support my batchmates.”
“And who is the second?” Ahsoka asked. She had never seen these men this calm before. Some of it was the alcohol, but most of it was the weight of the war lifting from their shoulders.
“Forty-first corps, of course.” Wolffe answered.
“I’ll make sure to pass that on to Barriss.” She laughed.
“So, where do you two lie on this scale?” Rex asked, sitting down and propping his feet up on his bed.
“We’re too good to be measured by a single-factor scale such as this one.” Wolffe waved his hand dismissively. “It’s like if you were trying to pick your favorite ARC trooper.”
“It’s Echo.” Ahsoka cut in. “Fives and Jesse have their moments, but it’s usually Echo. Deny it.”
Rex shook his head. “I am to be an impartial captain over all of my men.”
“That means yes.” Cody smirked.
A comm chirped, and the four beings scrambled for their comms. It was Cody who had the pleasure of the summons.
“Obi-Wan.” Cody casually answered.
“Cody.” Obi-Wan’s crisp voice came through the comm. “I don’t suppose you’ve kidnapped Ahsoka, have you?”
"Rex and I took her down to Dex’s this evening. Is there a problem with that?”
“That depends on what state she’s in when Anakin arrives at the barracks in five minutes.”
“Ah, thank you, sir.” Cody turned the comm off and topped up Ahsoka’s water glass. “With all due respect, Ahsoka, do you own any makeup? Your tails are flushed.”
Ahsoka sighed. “No, I don’t.”
Wolffe gulped down the rest of his water and set the glass on Rex’s desk. “It’s been a wonderful evening, but I’d rather not dirty my reputation with the likes of you when General Skywalker arrives.”
“Oh, get out.” Rex laughed as Cody gave his batchmate a shove out the door.
“So, who’s taking the fall for this one?” Ahsoka asked.
“I believe that the great Marshall Commander Cody should, considering that it was his plan.” Rex said.
“I agree, especially since he’s still in charge, right, Rex?”
“That’s right.”
“You two are horrible.” Cody laughed.
When Anakin Skywalker arrived in the barracks, it was to find his and Obi-Wan’s right hand men and his former padawan asleep on the common room couches. And if he saw the flush of their cheeks, or lekku, if he saw the way their eyelids twitched when he walked closer, and if he saw the slight shaking of Ahsoka’s chest as he walked away, he never told them. He thought it better to let them get away with a few things here and there rather than train three good liars. With a smirk, Anakin lowered himself onto the fourth couch and let himself fall into sleep amongst his friends.
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I literally want anything with Fives please. Gimme crumbs and I'll be happy 🙏🏽. It can be anything you want. Fluff or angst. Buuut please no death 😭❤
Just finished!! It’s below the cut because it’s really really long! This felt kind of rushed at the end but I hope you like it. No death, as promised. A little angst but a hopeful/happy ending. Some fluff.
The only time you’re truly scared for Fives is after Umbara. You never know exactly what happens during his missions, but this one really worries you. When the 501st troops down the ramp, there are too many gaps in the ranks and for a minute, your heart is in your mouth because you can’t see him. Then after scanning with growing desperation for a few seconds, your eyes land on an ARC. You can’t see his markings from where you’re watching, but it’s him. You know it’s him.
He doesn’t march with the same cheerfulness as before; something in him looks broken.
It’s the same with the others, they’re all dusty and dented and somehow hunched over and beaten, even though they stand up as straight as it was drilled into them. Fear clenches a cold fist in your stomach. He’s back alive, but alive only means so much. You break into a run, he drops his helmet, grabs you, lifts you up and spins you through the air and kisses you and his siblings wolf-whistle behind you, the way you always greet each other after he gets back from a mission. But it feels a little empty, just a little off. In his eyes, there’s a little bit of cold, sad ice and his smile doesn’t melt it.
Hardcase is gone, and Dogma. You notice that when you go out to the 79s that night with Fives and the rest of the squad. Their absence feels like a wound, a gaping hole where there used to be easy laughter.
Under the flaring lights of the club, Jesse raises a shot glass towards the ceiling. “To Hardcase.”
“To Hardcase,” you all echo.
You down your shot, the alcohol burning your throat.
Another round. “To Dogma.”
“To Dogma.”
Tup chokes slightly on the backend of the shot, it’s strong alcohol. But there isn’t the usual uproarious laughter and lighthearted ribbing. You frown, tracing your fingers over the rim of your empty glass and scan over the group. Kix has long disappeared to God knows where, Rex is brooding in a corner, Tup is coughing up the dregs of his shot, and Fives and Jesse are chugging drinks, looking thoroughly determined to get shitfaced before the night is out. You order a beer.
You wake up the next morning, painfully hung over, and groan as reddish light filters through your apartment’s windows. Outside, the usual bangs and shouts of Coruscant stab, worsening your already pounding headache. You tuck your face into the crook of Fives’ neck; he curls up tighter around you, still half asleep. 
“Cyare?” He asks blearily.
You wince and reach up with one hand to cover his mouth. “Stooooooooop. Stop that.” One of your fingers jabs something wet. 
“Ow fuck, my eye!” You jerk your hand back, accidentally whacking his nose with the back of your palm, and twist away from the sudden noise. But the bed isn’t nearly as wide as your clouded brain thinks it is; suddenly, you’re sliding. Fives is so tangled up in the sheets that he gets dragged down along with you, yelping and flailing. Which is how the two of you end up cuddling on the floor in a pile of sheets and half the bed’s comforter, shaking with laughter.
At some point Fives tries to sit up, pushes himself about halfway and then lies back down with a groan. You put your head on his chest and roll over to lie across his stomach and pin him down. A sigh echoes through his chest; then he just seems to unwind, relaxing into the carpet. One arm wraps around your waist. You lean into his shoulder and listen to his heartbeat, a little faster than yours.
You could lie like this all morning and maybe for the rest of the day. It would be nice, just sleeping in, cuddling together-
But then Fives sits up abruptly and drags you up with him. The blankets fall away, chilling your shoulders. You whine, curling into his chest. He tries to pull you to your feet; you just want to lie down and do nothing.
But eventually Fives just picks you up and carries you over to the kitchen. He pulls out a chair and plops you down. “Sit.”
“Whyyyyyyy?” You groan, putting your head down on the table. It’s cold durasteel and the chill helps clear your head a little. There are little noises of Fives moving around somewhere, which pierce like shards of glass. You squeeze your arms around your ears, trying to block it out.
With an especially sharp thump, a glass of water appears somewhere in your tiny sliver of vision. You suddenly become aware of how dry your mouth is, grab the glass and chug it, then one more and a half of another before your head clears a little. Fives has pulled out a chair next to you and is holding his own cup of water. He looks annoying lucid for ass-o’clock in the morning (you look at the clock, realize that it’s 1100, and decide to ignore that).
“Why aren’t you also in pain? You drank twice as much as I did.”
Fives smirks. “Clone, remember? Enhanced metabolism?” You pout; he laughs and pokes your cheek. You pout harder and then turn your head away from him in mock anger to stare out the window. The light is getting a little better but it’s bright, mid-afternoon glow and- fuck, it’s mid-afternoon. 1100. You’re so late for work.
You spring to your feet, your chair letting out a screech, ignoring the ache starting up again at your temples.
Where’s your datapad?
It’s not until you’re halfway dressed, Fives still looking confused in the kitchen, when you remember that it’s Benduday, your day off. You troop back into the kitchen, feeling like a fool, and settle yourself back down in your chair next to him. “I, uh, thought I had work today.”
Fives laughs, leans over and kisses you once on the cheek and then once on the lips, his goatee tickling your chin. “Silly.” You catch his hand and look up at him, a little starburst of warmth in your chest, only for the warmth to fall a little short. His eyes are just the tiniest bit sad still.
You swallow. What happened? You don’t realize you’ve said it out loud until you see the fear in his eyes. It’s not at you, you know, but he looks somewhere far away, and oh-so scared and lost.
“I don’t-“ he begins, his voice cracking. “Not now.” He squeezes your hand, a silent plea for you to drop it.
You press a smile onto your lips and push your worries down for later and squeeze his fingers back. “Okay.”
He pulls you into his lap and rests his forehead on your shoulder. “Okay,” he repeats, his voice muffled.
Fives takes you out to Dex’s that night, date night. He puts on the fanciest clothes he has, and you do too, taking your time to dress up. Neither of you need to, but both of you want to. He tells you you look gorgeous and you do. You tell him he looks handsome and he does.
Coruscant is warm and bright and loud, even at night, but in the familiar chaos of Dex’s Diner, the two of you manage to enjoy yourselves. After dinner, you have dessert and then on the way back, Fives pulls you over to an ice cream shop. He has an incorruptible sweet tooth. The ice cream is deliciously cold and Fives’ hand squeezes yours. There’s a park about a ten minute walk away, really just a small patch of grass and swings. Fives clambers into one of them and you follow him, laughing. You try to hold hands while you swing and end up nearly bashing your heads together. Then, hearts pounding and still giggling a little, the two of you lie down on the grass. There’s going to be a grass stain down your back, but you don’t really care. 
You pretend to see a star way up next to the Senate building and Fives pretends to spot it too. It’s a game the two of you made up, because on Coruscant nobody can see stars.
Somehow you end up sitting up, holding each other, which shouldn’t nearly be as warm and comfortable as it is. Fives puts his head down on your shoulder and relaxes with a sigh. It’s a few minutes before you realize that his body is shaking with sobs, tears wet on your shoulder. Then he finally starts talking to you about what happened in that nightmare of a planet and a mission gone sideways.
It must be hours passed by the time he finishes. You’re holding him tightly, fury pooling red hot inside of you at Krell, at Skywalker, at the entire karking galaxy for letting this happen. But you swallow it down. Now is not the time.
Fives looks broken inside and he sounds broken too, his voice dwindling off. He’s sobbing now, not bothering to hide it anymore or to hold it in. There are tears flowing down your cheeks too, tasting like salt in your mouth. You cry together, for him, for Waxer and Hardcase and Dogma, for the clones who died and the clones who lived.
“Nu kyr’adyc, shi taab’echaaj’la,” you murmur to him. He taught you the phrase, holding you when your grandma died. You whisper it back to him now. Not gone, merely marching far away. It feels pitifully insignificant. But then he clears his throat and repeats it. Not gone, merely marching far away. His voice grows a little stronger at the end of the phrase.
Sometimes there’s nothing you can do for someone but listen to them, hold them, and cry for them. That’s all you can do for Fives now.
The sun is rising, painting the sky white, yellow and red and covering the clouds with peach. Fives takes a deep, stuttering breath and lifts his face up. His eyes are red and watery still but he manages a smile and this time it looks a little fuller. He reaches out and wipes a tear off of your cheek. “Thank you for listening to me.”
You press your forehead against his and close your eyes for a second. “Always.” You stay there for a few seconds, breathing in the smell of the city and of a new day, and of Fives, warm and alive. Whatever gods are out there, you thank them for that. You thank them for him.
You pull him to his feet. He stands there for a second, arms wrapped around your waist, and then kisses you softly. He tastes a little like tears, but sweet. Then he pulls back, clears his throat. 
“Do you want ice cream?”
You stare at him for a second, then grab his hand and pull him in the direction of the ice cream shop, giggling. His laughter rings out behind you.
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Late Rex (minific)
When Fives and Echo walked in the mess hall to get their breakfast, only the higher ranks had gotten there yet. Commanders and ARC troopers were supposed to be up earlier to inspect the troops and take care of their affairs, not to mention they should set an example - Fives wasn’t particularly happy with this aspect of his job. Lucky shinies and lower ranks got to sleep a little longer and he’d always envy them for that.
“Hope the caf is decent today.” he yawned “Wait, no. I actually would love to play the Dogma.”
“Won’t you leave the man alone already?” Echo raised an eyebrow at him
“When he manages to unclench his ass, yeah.” Fives snickered, grabbing a tray “Now wait a second. Commanders Cody, Wolffe, Fox, Gree, Bly... where the kriff is Rex?”
Echo looked around as Cody approached the two of them.
“Huh. Odd.” Echo agreed “Where is he?”
“Fives, Echo.” Cody nodded at them “Where’s Rex?”
“We don’t know, sir.” Echo shrugged “We... expected him to be here about now.”
Fives stroked his beard.
“Hm. Okay. Okay, we manage it until he arrives, all we have to do is not alarm the men about his tardiness and...”
Cody was drawing in a deep breath. Oh no.
“Captain “Follow the Codes” Rex is late for the very first time ever!” he boomed in the silence of the first hours of the day “What do you guys think that happened?”
Wolffe didn’t even look up from his coffee, grumbling something about “here comes that little shit again”. Meanwhile, Cody erased the board with today’s food menu and wrote in large aurebesh letters: THEORIES FOR WHY REX IS SIX (6) MINUTES LATE. Wolffe groaned, but Bly snickered as Fives and Echo facepalmed.
“C’mon, you guys, i’m waiting!” Cody demanded “Fifty credits to the man who gets it right!”
Bly shrugged.
“Uhhh... He had a massive hangover and is still asleep.”
Cody wrote “massive hangover” on the board.
“Real nice, but not very plausible. That asshole can drink like a full bucket of beer and can still shoot a clanker dead in the face. Next?”
Gree was supporting his elbow on the table and his chin on his hand, visibly still a little sleepy.
“Eh... He slept through his alarm.”
“All three of them?” Cody raised an eyebrow as he wrote it on the board “Hardly. C’mon, be creative. Let’s get the 501st opinion here, Fives, Echo.”
Echo put his hands up, backing up.
“Uh, sorry sir, but to talk behind our Captain’s...”
“He picked up a twi-lek at the bar,” Fives theorized, furling his brow “took her somewhere and is still there getting some.”
Cody threw his head back and goddamn cackled as Echo smacked Fives on the back of his head with a muttered “dude!”.
“Stars, yes, we’re getting somewhere!” Cody wrote ‘Gettin Some’ as he wiped genuine tears of joy off his eyes “Okay, next?”
Fox shrugged.
“He’s in sick, poor sod couldn’t even leave his bed.”
Cody wrote that and practically swayed his way to Wolffe, sitting right next to him and raising one of his arms.
“Wolff, my good friend...”
“Put your arm on my shoulders and you’ll lose it.” Wolffe growled, eating his breakfast like nothing was happening; Cody slowly put his arm back down
“Oookay.” he sighed “C’mon Wolffe, be a good boy.” Wolffe glared at him “Okay, no dog jokes. But please. I must know.”
Wolffe sighed too, rubbing his forehead.
“You won’t let me eat in peace, will you?”
“Nope.”
Wolffe shook his head to then cross his arms over his chest.
“Fine. I think Rex has been having an affair with a civy for like 1 year. He just managed to get someone to make him a new ID under the name “Wrecks”, which honestly sounds just the same so he won’t have problems getting used to it. He got a facial surgery not to look like a clone anymore and he took the opportunity to give himself the chin dimple he always wanted. He and his secret partner just had their secret wedding and are heading to live in hiding in a small farm in the countryside of Lothal. They even have a pet lothcat named Hissyfit, and Rex plans on having four children with his secret partner. The men who gave him the new ID and the facial surgery? Dead. Can’t leave any evidence. The man is off the radar. We’ll never see him again.”
Silence followed the sound of Wolffe’s theory as he took another sip of his coffee. Echo hesitated.
“Uh. Uh, Commander Cody, what... What was your theory again?”
Cody was just staring at Wolffe like someone looking at a black hole inches from obliterating your entire ship - in awe, shock and a good amount of fear.
“I...” he cleared his throat “I just thought he did got drunk yesterday and ended up sleepin in the wrong dormitory, like” he gestured vaguely, still stunned “the 104th, and is taking long because his locker and his uniform are all the way in the 501st building. Like, ha ha. Classic. But... But I don’t know anything anymore now.”
Wolffe put his cup down and gave Cody a terrifying smirk.
“Maybe you never knew anything, vod.”
“Stop scaring me!”
That was when a voice came from the doorway:
“What is going on here?”
Everyone turned to see Rex standing there, and Rex looked from his brothers to the chalkboard where Cody had placed the bets. The entire place when completely silent and Rex walked in. His steps echoed in the silent room - if one of Tup’s many hair clips were to fall on the floor, they’d be able to hear it, so silent it was - Rex walked past the long tables, past the piled up trays and closer to the board. Without uttering a word, without moving a single muscle of his face, Rex grabbed the piece of chalk and placed a single tally mark right beside “massive hangover”. He took a step back and frowned like he used to when he’d consider military strategies with General Skywalker and then he placed another mark by “gettin some”.
He put the chalk down, wiped his hands and turned to the men to then politely nod and walked out without a single word. Although it seemed impossible, the silence was even thicker now. Slowly, very slowly, Cody got up and reached for the pocket of his blacks. He walked to Bly, placing fifty credits on his hand and then he walked to fives, placing fifty more on his hands. The soldiers looked at each other, unable to break the silence, and finished their breakfast without another word.
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