#CTS!y/n

[ozdicaff]

INTRODUCING: CHILDRENS SHOW AU!

WAY too excited to share these guys !!!! im super proud of these designs <3

CTS!Y/n and information about the AU under the cut!

In this AU, FazCo is a company running a TV channel network called FazBS, where each animatronic has their own show!

Sun's show airs at mornings and is all about getting energized and hyped up for the day, its similar to LazyTown with it's cartoon-esc violence and slapstick humor, with scenarios that make little sense, but are entertaining to watch anyway! only very simple language is used to make everything understandable for younger kids, with cameos of the other animatronics! his show was extremely popular, just above Roxy's and below Monty's in popularity.

Moon's show airs around bedtime and is focused on getting kids to go to sleep, with a soothing music box soundtrack, Moon's trance-inducing voice, and more advanced dialogue that makes kids zone out, its known for how fast it puts kids to sleep, even the especially rambunctious ones fall asleep out of boredom. While his show wasn't as talked about nor popular as sun's, it was highly rated among parents.

[descriptions for the glamrocks' shows will be added later when i draw refs for them too! :D]

Well, that was before the entire channel went downhill after FazCo fired all of its human workers.

Yeah, despite the channel's success and being extremely profitable, this was the FazCo's end-game from the start. Being able to AI-generate children's content without having to pay a single human, FazCo thought that their animatronics have already learnt enough from being show hosts for more than 10 years now, but they thought wrong. The gradual decline in quality was felt by the parents, and after Bonnie's show was suddenly cancelled- even the kids noticed how bad things were getting.

[psst, i'll go into detail about how each show was effected by this change in another post!]

Parents called in, demanding the shows they grew up with to be good again, and it wasn't just nostalgia speaking.

So, in an uncharacteristic turn of events, FazCo responded! They said that Freddy's, Monty's, Roxy's and Chica's shows were going to have human staff again!

...what they neglected to mention, was that they were pulling funding from Foxy's show, and cutting Sun's and Moon's budget in half to make up for this change.

Sun now has to re-use and repurpose old props to make up for his inability to get new ones, buying with his now super limited budget cheap D.I.Y kits to make crafts with- not to mention, without having any human staff around, he had to play every sound effect in real time- because the new S.T.A.F.F bots FazCo got have ZERO idea what comedic timing is. Needless to say he was under a lot of pressure, his show was pretty well liked by both kids and parents, and he didn't want to disappoint them. He had to change a lot with the absence of human actors and no narrator to have a solid dynamic with, calling on his pal Chica often jus to have another person on the show.

Moon's show however, was doomed from this change. Y'see, his show featured a narrator, posing as a curious soul and asking Moon thoughtful questions he can answer in a way kids can digest, Mister Rogers' Neighborhood style, and with no off-screen voice he can respond to, Moon's show felt incredibly eerie, as his true thoughts were left free with no guidance from his narrator buddy. He started acting stranger and stranger, going on derailed existential tangents accidentally, making a few jabs at FazCo here and there from frustration. The kids didn't understand any of it, but the parents found it off-putting, and complained.

Eventually, Moon's show was put on a permanent hiatus, after a particularly bad episode where 'moon truly let his rising anger at FazCo loose', as an article described it. No recording was archived of this episode, and any attempts to post it is quickly struck down by FazCo.

They've re-run old episodes of his show for about 6 months now, with no sign of moon coming back.

This, however, is when Y/N comes in! after half a year of dwindling ratings of sun's show, and decreasing profits in merch sales, they caved in and hired a single narrator! after not being able to retrieve their old narrator, due to "a small disagreement."- they brought you, surely, they don't expect you to single handedly bring back sun's show from ruin!? ...well, did they?

who fuckin knows you'll find out in my [soon to be written] fic lol

[pseudowho]

"Hey, Kento," you began, approaching him, thoughtful, while the shower warmed up in the background. Kento hummed in response, turning the page of his book.

"Darling?" Kento inquired.

"Have you ever noticed how...I don't know...convenient and...I dont know, I suppose how coincidental some details of your life are?" Kento caught your eye now, one thin eyebrow arched uncertainly.

"...what do you--"

"I mean," you interrupted, "your 7:3 thing. It's...it's everywhere. You part your hair in 7:3. Your inherent technique is 7:3. Your surname means 'seven-three'. I mean, jesus, your birthday is even--"

"--July the...3rd." Kento looked a little ill, closing his book and feeling his world close in around him. You headed to the shower, calling back; "Just a crazy random happenstance, I'm sure!"

You came out, some time later, to an abandoned book on the bed and Kento stood at the balcony, with an enormous whiskey in his hand and staring, haunted, into the distance.

"...Kento?"

Kento turned, face twisted with existential crisis; "I don't-- I've never-- ...am I an anime character or something?"

[littlemissmanga]

One Last Order

It's been a while since I got into writing at all, let alone fanfics. But I had this thought last night and it's been bugging me since. I hope someone enjoys this. I know I enjoyed writing it :)

Pairing: CT-7567/Captain Rex x Reader (g/n, no physical descriptions, no use of y/n)

Mood: Angst/hurt. Post Order 66

Warnings: None really unless you're sensitive to bittersweet stories. SFW but mentions of intimacy with no details.

WC: 900 words

Summary: It was the hardest decision he'd ever made. But Rex was determined to see it through. He lost everything else. He couldn't bear to lose you, too. And so, he gives you the one order you hate the most ... the one he hopes in vain you'll follow.

Part 2

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It was for the best. He knew it. He couldn’t bear to contemplate the alternative.

Your home planet was on the edges of the Mid-Rim, far from any hyperspace lanes. You’d be able to resign — as a nat-born who had been assigned to the 501st for logistical support, you’d technically fulfilled your obligations to the army when the war ended.

The Empire wouldn’t waste its resources on retaining you. You’d be able to slip off its radar and quietly build a new life.

But with him … you’d never know peace. There’d be a target on your back. And he’d be the one painting it on, tainting your life with his.

“I … I couldn’t save my brothers. Please. Please let me keep you safe. Let me go.”

The pain etched into your eyes almost broke him. The tears you’d been so stalwart in holding back finally broke free, cascading down the lovely curve of your cheeks.

That he was the one hurting you twisted his gut, sending bile rising up to his throat.

But better a broken heart now than a life forever in danger, he thought, letting his own reasoning drown out your passioned rebuttal.  

He never expected, never even thought he could experience anything like what he did with you. He was a soldier. A damn good one at that. He led his men with pride in service of the Republic, in service of freedom and peace. Fighting beside his brothers gave him a purpose he never questioned.

You shattered that certainty the first time he caught sight of your wry smile.

You stood toe to toe with General Skywalker, matching his stubbornness and determination when convinced you were right. Your ability and skill in your field — and your dedication to ensuring the troopers of his legion were as prepared and supported as possible no matter the mission — never failed to impress him, even long after he knew to expect it.

But that first smile. Watching you laugh in the mess with his brothers, holding your own against Fives’ incessant badgering, brightening Kix’s ever-gruff expression, calming and welcoming the newest shinies warmed him from the inside out. You never saw them as just clones. You treated them as comrades. As men. You gave them a soft place to land after facing another day of harsh reality.

It drew him to you, needing with increasing desperation to have that smile trained on him.

And when it finally did, when your eyes began softening at the sight of him, that warmth ignited into an inferno that radiated from his very core. He was shocked he didn’t burn you.

On the contrary, you only came closer, eventually curling around him in his small bunk, creating a bubble of warmth and light so precious that he’d almost forget you were on a ship in the dark, cold void of space.

He’d never betray his brothers, his mission. But you revealed a new way of living. Of loving. In your arms, he found solace after battle — a refuge he never wanted to leave but one that gave him the strength to each time he was recalled to battle. In your bed, he found a new purpose, a pleasure he would chase at every opportunity just to see you come undone for him.

And it soothed him, knowing with each step he took on the ground, you were back at command, tracking him, watching out for him.

So, no. He never wanted to leave your side. Without the GAR, without the 501st, his general or commander, he could dedicate the rest of his life to you. And, stars, did he want to. Every cell in his manufactured body wanted to take you into his arms and keep you there forever, giving you his heart, his very soul if you asked.

But it was too selfish.

For now, the Empire thought he was dead. That wouldn’t last forever. He may not be a captain anymore, but he was still a soldier. And he would fight against the Empire that stole everything from him. He would gladly give his last breath to free the brothers still trapped in its maw and the civilians caught under its boot.  

It was a dangerous path; one he knew he had to take. But you would not be coming with him.

With one last sigh, he stepped in closer to you, his gloved hand gently caressing your cheek and wiping away a tear, only for it to be replaced immediately. Your eyes slid shut as you clenched your jaw, hardening your soft face and causing the corner of his own mouth to twitch up for just a moment.

You never were graceful when you lost a fight.

“I love you, ner karta. So, so much.” His words were barely a whisper, too scared that anything louder would shatter your threadbare resignation … and his. His lips were even gentler, barely pressing against the delicate skin of your forehead.

“Be safe. Be happy.” One last order from your Captain. He didn’t believe in any deity, but he prayed to every one he’d ever heard of and to the Force itself you’d obey.

Then, he hardened himself. With an abrupt turn, he left your warmth behind as he forced each step, letting his mind drift as his feet carried him further and further away from his heart.     

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It's so funny, I usually prefer reading fluffy, comforting fics/ficlets or slow burn but with happy endings. But this just demanded my attention lol.

Part 2 is now done! It is spicy - or citrusy, for my fellow Tumblr veterans - reunion with Rebels!Rex.

[clonelyhours]

Control

Pairing(s): Commander Cody x gn! reader

Tags/warnings: Jedi! reader, taunting, dom! reader, fluff

Word count: 1.1k

Being a commander in the war could be tough at times, but as a co-commander, some of the weight was lifted from your shoulders. You aided in Commander Cody's role in the war, except, it didn't feel like that at times.

Whenever you would attempt to give mission reports or orders to the men, Cody would talk over you and do it himself. It's not like you went to your master, Obi-Wan, and complained about it to him, as he thought you to be as childish as Anakin was. Complaining would only make it worse.

So one day, you decided to confront the clone about it. You'd finished with a briefing and were ready annoy him once you got him alone. "Cody, I need to talk to you, now."

   Complying with your need, he went off to the side with you to have a private conversation. "What seems to be the problem, commander?"

Your crossed your arms and glared at him like your life depended on it. "Oh, we're going to play that game?"

   Cody shrugged just before removing his helmet. "What game—"

"You need to stop talking over me at every briefing and mission report." You snapped. "I've put up with it for way too long and now I'm sick of you treating me the way you do."

"Listen kid." He rolled his eyes. "I wasn't bred in a lab only to share my position with someone. The men listen to me more than they do, you."

"First off, I'm chronologically like five years older than you." You crossed you arms. "So watch who you're calling a kid."

"Excuse me?" He looked at you in shock.

You hid your forming smirk and stepped closer to him, grabbing his chin with your thumb and index finger, forcing his eyes to meet with yours. "You heard me Cody, don't call me a kid anymore, and don't treat me like one. After all, I'm sure that my master wouldn't like to hear about this. Understood?"

"Y-Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes... commander." He lowered his voice.

Finally, you released the clone from your grip and turned your back on him. "You know Cody, you don't always have to be in control."

"Wait." He grabbed your wrist, stopping you from walking away. "What was that?"

"What was what?"

"The chin thing."

"You mean this?" You grabbed his chin once more and raised one of your eyebrows. "I uh... I dunno." A blush rose to your cheeks, his eyes locking with yours. "But.. I have to go, I-I'll see you around Cody." With that, you spun around and left the room in a record time. The clone now stared at the exit in which you had left, starstruck.

~

The next few days had been awkward between you and him. Master Kenobi did take note of that, but decided not to ask about it, as he had far more important things to worry about. Cody had improved in sharing the commanding spotlight with you, and sometimes, he'd just let you take control of everything.

  But that was no fun. You began to miss the small arguments with your fellow commander.

Why?

Because that was an excuse to spend more time talking to him. Recently you had been so lost in your thoughts, that you hadn't been able to tell that he felt the same way too, only, he had it worse. The way that you had grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you had only made his desires grow. He was the one in control, and he wanted you to know that, but why had he given in to your demands? Why did he feel vulnerable whenever he caught your gaze from across the room, when he was just standing next to you?

Why did his heart do a flip whenever you talked to him?

As Cody tried to think of the answers to these questions, he subconsciously began walking to your quarters. Now he stood in front of your door in confusion, thinking about what he planned on saying. Once he finally gathered up the courage, he removed his helmet and knocked on your door.

When you opened it, your lips parted and then quickly closed, your eyes shifting down to the helmet tucked between his arm and hip.

"Can I talk to you?" He asked in such a soft tone, a tone that you'd never heard from him before. "Of course, come on in." You moved to the side. He stepped inside and awkwardly waited for you to close the door. You then went to sit on your bed, where you crossed one of your arms and began to pick at the dirt underneath your fingernails. "What's up Cody?"

"Sir- Commander-I mean..." he looked anywhere but at you, his eyes finally resting on your lightsaber which laid on your desk. "I-" he choked on his words, guilt suddenly washing over him. "I actually have to go."

"Sit down." You patted the empty spot besides you. Not wanting to disobey you, he did as told. "What's wrong Cody?" You hesitantly placed a hand on his shoulder in hope that he would relax. Instead, Cody nervously began to tap his fingers against his helmet and bounced his knee. "I..." he croaked. "I can't stop... thinking about you."

You could've sworn to the maker that you heart stopped beating. Slowly, you looked at Cody, trying to make sure you heard that right. "Y-you can't stop thinking about me?— I can't stop thinking about you."

His eyes instantly locked with yours, head shaking in disbelief. "Why? I'm... just a clone. I'm nothing special—"

"Don't say that." You hesitantly reached a hand towards his cheek. "You're special to me. You're important to me, Cody. You get on my nerves sometimes, but I still... I still like you."

The side of his face nuzzled into your touch, almost as if he were melting under the warmth of your hand. Your thumb grazed against the bottom of the jagged scar that curved around his eye, a frown on your face. "Why do you think that?"

Cody slowly leaned in closer to you, breath shallow. "I share the exact DNA with millions of men."

"But you're not all the same." You began to lean in too. "You're a commander, a leader... you take care of your men, you take care of my master and I... don't ever let anyone tell you that you're the exact same as every other clone— you're in control of the person you want to be, Cody."

You were right. He was in control of the person he wanted to be, of the decisions he made. He was in control of the question the spilled from his dried and chapped lips. "Can I kiss you, commander?"

"You may, commander." 

And your lips met with one another's, molding perfectly together.

From now on, it would be the two of you in control of your future together.

[bunnywritesjunk]

Ruusaan | Captain Rex x Reader

Series summary: You missed your tropical planet, but coruscant had more to offer. You are a field medic in the 501st. you work closely with the captain in hopes of not losing your job. But how close is too close.

Chapter summary: The 501st adopts a new member. The boys are sceptical of their new soldier's role in the garrison. She makes effort into getting to know the 501st and makes some friends.

Pairing: Captain Rex x Reader

Warnings: None (for this chapter)T for teen (for this chapter)

Word count: 1.7k

Genre: Fluff and angst

A/n: Hello all! I wanted to contribute to the rex fanfics because I noticed he doesn't have many series about him. Just a little about this story, the mc is black coded and her heritage, planet, and language is based off of western africa. That being said everyone regardless of race is welcomed to read (please read). Feel free to give me feedback and requests i'd love the interaction.

Chapter One:

You were awoken by the mechanical noise around you. Your back ached as you sat up, glancing over to the Twi'lek next to you. She snored softly slumped over in her seat. The ship rumbled lowly, you unclipped your belt and stood up stretching out your arms and back. Your tail whipped left and right as it has been squeezed from constantly sitting on it. Walking up to the cockpit door, you knocked quietly so as to not wake your friend. The blaster door opened with a hiss.

“Hey, are we almost there?” the co-pilot turned to you giving you a relaxed but stern look, something that most of the clones you've met have.

“We're pulling out of hyperspace in about five minutes, probably best to buckle up again might be a little bumpy.”

You thanked him quietly and turned around back to your seat. The door hissed closed. You put your hand on your friend's shoulder and shook gently.

“Na'wi (nawee), hey” She stirred and opened her eyes a bit.

“ We're here already?” She said with a rasp to her voice.

“In about five minutes.” You buckled back up to prepare for landing, Na'wi rubbed her eyes.

“Are you nervous?” She twisted and cracked her joints as she asked.

“Yeah a little, it's hard to know what to expect. Like what if they don't like us?” She looked at you amused.

“They'll have to get used to it!” She smiled. The ship lurched forward indicating dropping out of hyperspace.

After the ship landed both you and Na'wi grabbed your luggage. Two duffel bags, one filled with personal items and a small amount of clothing. The other is filled with the gear you both will use for your new jobs. Field nurses were not unheard of but outsourcing them from coruscant certainly was. The republic had field nurse clones, but they wanted specially trained doctors to assist the war effort. We all have one objective, to save men. You and Na'wi were selected from a pool of trainees in your medical program. You both showed mental and physical prowess and excelled at combat training. You were assigned to the 501st battalion while Na'wi was assigned to the 212th. Na'wi was over the moons when she found out about your assignments, you guys wouldn't be completely separated. You'd be lying if you said you weren't grateful to be with her although you chose not to share that with her.

You walked off the short ramp into the hangar. Troopers were scattered around the area going to their destinations or doing tasks. Two men stood off the side of your ship.

“Hello, you two must be our new recruits.” the man with short light brown hair said in a posh accent.

The other man with long dark brown hair and a scar over one eye gave a curt hello and a small smile.

“Hi! Yes we are, I'm Na'wi.” Na'wi stuck her hand out for both of them to shake.

You greeted them and introduced yourself without shaking their hands. You are not a fan of physical touch.

“Well, let's show you both to your quarters, and we will give you a rundown of your role here.” The British one introduced himself as Obi-wan Kenobi. He would be Na'wi's commander. The dark-haired one who called himself Anakin Skywalker is your commander. As the four of you walked they explained the different parts of the ship, when mealtimes are, and generally how things operate. You were a little overwhelmed with the new environment and information overload so you opted to explore the ship on your own once you got the time.

“Alright, here we are, your rooms are fully furnished and ready for you two. The med bay is about a three-minute walk down that corridor.” Obi-wan said as he pointed to the right.

“We'll leave you both to get settled. Meet us at the barracks in thirty minutes to greet the men.” Anakin said.

With that, they left. Na'wi bounced in excitement as she opened to blaster door. Your rooms were conjoined. There was a shared living room with a couch facing the holoprojector. The channel was not set so it was an idle screen. A small table and four chairs sat close to the corner. You walked into the door on the right. The bedroom was simple, a bed with a nightstand next to it, a closet, and a door that led to a small refresher. There were no windows in the little apartment provided, you at least hoped for one so you can see the stars pass by.

“It's so grey in here!” Na'wi exclaimed as she dumped her duffles on the couch. She grabbed the holo projector remote and started sifting through the channels.

“Yeah, we'll definitely need some decor in here.” You said back to her. You stepped out of the bedroom.

“Do you care what room you have Na'wi?”

“ Nope, I'm sure they are both the same.” You walked into the left bedroom and sure enough, she was right. You walked back to the right bedroom and dropped your duffels, not really sure why you preferred the right bedroom already.

“Come on let's get familiar with the ship while we have time” You were about to walk out of your new home but stopped suddenly. Na'wi who was following looked at you confused.

“What?” she asked.

“Should we change? I mean they are all gonna be in their uniforms and stuff. Maybe we should at least put on our medbay uniforms?”

You both looked down at your attire. You opted to dress comfy for travel, with a grey tank top and loose green cargo pants that had an opening for your tail, and a tactical brown jacket. Your tail was uncovered for the most part save for a piece of decorative gold jewelry close to the base. The tuft of hair at the end was a little bit matted. Na'wi chose to wear tight-fitting dark blue pants and a loose cream-colored button-up. Over that she had a tactical belt to hold her belongings.

“Yeah, maybe this isn't the best first impression.” Na'wi chuckled a bit her light purple skin flushed into a darker shade.

You both changed into your non-combat medical bay uniforms. They were simple white structured tunic that zips in the front. The medical emblem was printed on the left shoulder ad upper chest. The pants were almost like a structured leggings with pockets. Thankfully your uniform was stretchy and breathable. You decided to keep the gold cuff on your tail. You looked in your closet mirror and admired to fit, you both gave your measurements before attending so they could curate some uniforms for both of you. You did not expect the uniform to be so flattering. You finished off the uniform with the brown leather belt provided and took a deep breath.

“Hey, are you gonna wear that stupid little hat with it? cuz I'm not” Na'wi called from her room.

“Nah it's ugly, plus I don't know if it'll fit on my head with certain hairstyles.”

You and Na'wi met in your common room. She gave you an approving look and you smiled.

“ Looking good,” You said feigning flirtation.

“ Not too bad yourself there” Na'wi winked at you.

You both walked out of the blaster doors.

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“Alright, men! We have a new member of the battalion, I expect you all to treat her with respect and dignity just like your brothers.” Anakin paced down the corridor listing off your duties as a field medic. The soldiers of the 501st stood at attention giving you small glances. A young Togruta girl walks up to you with her hand outstretched.

“Hi in Ahsoka nice to meet you captain” You shook her hand gently and introduced yourself. You were a little puzzled at the title of captain as no one told you that you'd have a rank. Anakin walked up and gestured towards the men standing before you, your queue to speak.

“Um, hello...” You cleared your throat.

“I hope to get to know all of you over time and I'll do my best to take care of you all” You didn't have a speech prepared so that fell flat.

One of the soldiers with a blonde buzz cut walked up to you. His face was a little more hardened than some of the other ones in line.

“I'm Rex captain of the 501st nice to meet you” He saluted you and stepped aside after the short introduction.

“Any questions?” Anakin asked the soldiers. A clone with a goatee to the far right of the line answered.

“If I may sir, why do we need a civvie field medic? We have kix who is trained for this kind of stuff.” Anakin glanced over at you.

“Well, my job is mostly recon. In the research I did, many men die from simply not being treated. My job is to find and treat them before they succumb to their injuries instead of just leaving them there. Clones have the ability to heal quickly, so the hope is to save more rather than make more. Your current field medic, kix has other duties such as assisting you all on the battlefield. He mostly will deal with smaller injuries. Also, what's your name?”

“Fives ma'am” He nodded at you.

“Captain” Rex said pointedly at the soldier.

“Oh that's not necessary my name is fine” You gave all the men a small smile.

“Anyone else?” The commander said bordering on annoyance.

“Alright, dismissed” Anakin announced. The men dispersed murmuring amongst themselves some walking away.

“So where are you from?” Ahsoka looked at you with curious eyes.

“I'm from a small planet called Igbo, I don't actually know how to say it in basic but it means rainforest”

“Yeah, no offense but I've never seen anyone like you, or heard of that planet either.” The guy known as fives approaches you.

“Yeah I mean there's really no reason for anyone to go there it's just...wet” You responded, Ahsoka chuckled.

“And I'm guessing all the people there have pointy ears and a weird smooth tail?” Fives raised an eyebrow.

“Oh! I have fangs too.” You flashed your teeth at him and he recoiled. You and Ahsoka laughed at his reaction.

“Let's go to the mess you must be hungry” Ahsoka led you away followed by fives.

A couple feet away stood the captain. He watched as the three of them engaged in friendly banter down the hall. He couldn't help but worry about their new recruit. The thought of a nat born getting hurt or killed on the battlefield didn't sit right with him.

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[sarcastic-nebula]

brush

a/n: experimenting with POV and space culture in this one. Y/N is from a planet where hair can only be seen loose by family, close friends, and lovers. otherwise it must be styled/out-of-the-face/'up' in some way. please let me know if I fucked up here with trying to create a culture

As Y/N’s grew longer, more and more effort would go into brushing her hair each night. Laziness, wanting to save money, and it’s-only-a-few-millimeters-how-hard-can-it-be prevented her from getting her hair professionally cut. She liked having her hair long, and her home culture demanded that she keep it in some sort of plaited or pinned hairstyle, but the lengthening dead ends made each knot at the end of the day that much more annoying to untangle. It required setting her comb to the side and gently pulling a few strands at a time out of each stubborn knot, which increased hair-combing time each night. Sadly, her hair decided to be extra unreasonable when her partner, Captain Rex of the 501st Legion, spent his first night of shore leave with her. 

“Cyare, come out, I only have so much time away before they ship me back out again. I’m sure you look beautiful,” Rex said from the bed, smiling, as his lover performed her nightly routine in the refresher. “As always,” he sheepishly added. 

Y/N giggled quietly while she combed her hair. She had already gotten dressed for sleep, done her nightly skincare, and was currently battling the various knots that had accumulated after a long day of wearing her hair pinned in plaits across her head. The shower she took didn’t help either. “Just a bit longer, love. My hair has been high maintenance lately.”

“You mean more high maintenance than usual, right? Remind me again why you have to go through all that effort.”

Y/N audibly sighed. “You, a man with half a millimeter of hair, have no right to judge me!” She joked through the closed refresher door.

“All you need is some of that soap stuff and you’re good to go.”

She paused, the teasing tone slowly leaving her voice. “Rex? What do you mean?”

“You know, the bottle…of hair soap?”

After a small silent pause, “The GAR give us small bottles of stuff to wash our hair, the label says ‘shampoo and conditioner’….you know what I’m talking about?” Rex asks with less confidence.

“Rex, you mean to tell me that the Grand Army of the Republic has all thousands of you using two in one shampoo?” Y/N asks with quiet, incredulous annoyance. “On my home planet, that would be a small crime! You know that shampoo and conditioner are supposed to be separate, right, my love?” This whole conversation, happening while Rex lies on her large bed and Y/N stands in the ‘fresher, feels like it’s about to continue going downhill.

“Separate?” Rex says in a quiet voice.

Oh, my love.

She continues on with her hair, which she had paused once Rex had called shampoo “hair soap”. Technically, he’s not wrong, but it sounds so very wrong. “Even though you don’t have much hair, it couldn’t hurt to know that yes, shampoo and conditioner are meant to be separate. In short, that’s how you get the best benefits out of both products. Give me the name of the person who stocks your supplies, I have things to tell them,” she finished with the grin back on her face.

“I know better than to argue with you, mesh’la, but sadly I don’t have any names for you. Are you done yet?” Rex’s voice got slightly louder, closer to the door.

“Not quite, forgive me. I have two more really big knots in my hair, and the only way to-“

The door opened. Her head snapped to its direction. Y/N dropped her comb.

“Turn around!” She shouted, trying to sweep her hair into a quick bun. “Close your eyes!”

“What?”

Y/N gave up and took the step closer to get to Rex, quickly covering his eyes with her hand. “Cover your eyes!” 

“What? Y/N, why?”

She grabbed one of his hands with her free one, and used it to replace the hand that was over his eyes. She took a breath. “Rex, where I come from, only a married or promised couple can see each other with their hair down. To see it before then is a very, very personal thing. Some people on my planet believe that seeing someone else’s hair outside of that upsets the old gods. Close friends and family, and certain traditions aside. Stories differ, and I guess it’s a little silly, but it’s how I was raised, and-“

“Mesh’la, I understand. My eyes are closed now. I was just going to offer to brush your hair for you, but I see that that a much deeper meaning for you. I swear, I didn’t see anything.” Rex said calmly.

Anxiety fluttered in her chest. “Thank you. It’s not that I don’t trust you, or- or that I don’t see you as a close friend- well, more than that,” she paused to nervously smile, “but for someone to see my hair down is a very intimate thing for me. I don’t think I’m quite ready for-”

“Cyare, I promise you, I understand,” Rex cut you off again with a soft smile, “When you’re ready, and only when you’re ready, I hope you will let me help you with your hair.” He lowered his hand to hold her shoulder, his eyes still closed. “And maybe you’ll let me go a little farther, which is what it sounds like all of this is about,” he adds in a huskier tone, closer to her ear.

Y/N’s heart raced at that, and her smile only grew. “Once again, I thank you, my love, for your respect. Now go back to bed, these knots won’t work out themselves. I’ll join you soon,” she said. As Rex carefully turned around, and before he could leave the refresher and close the door, Y/N slaps his rear playfully. Rex made to turn around, but his cyare quickly teases, “Ah ah ah, no peaking! You said you wouldn’t!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he acquiesced, and returned to bed. “You know I’ll get you back once you get over here.”

Y/N closed the ‘fresher door, finished combing her hair, and placed it in a loose style so it could dry but still be considered “up”. “Don’t I know it,” she lightheartedly replied before contentedly joining him in bed, and enjoying what limited time she had with Rex before he had to ship back out to the Republic’s war. 

[puppyguppy]

It's nice.

It's nice. One of your favorite kinds of nights.

You're sitting next your partner, their presence warm and familiar. Comfortable in that way that obviously oozes the bond of a family, of a future, despite the lack of rings. You don't need some small circles of metal, though. Everyone that needs to know already knows.

'Til Death came easy for you two.

Came naturally.

A slow but steady burn, even though you might never actually say those words. Or any others associated with them, like I do.

It's perfectly fine like that.

And you know your partner feels just the same, because it's been communicated, constantly. Friends and family ask how you make it work; how your romance can seem so strong yet so effortless. It always makes you laugh, because all it is is effort. But it's worth it.

For nights like this.

Your partner grinning and laughing into their drink, glass held with one hand since the other rests in your lap, over your thigh. It's warm, it's weighty, it's love. And across the table from you sits Shouta, who you'd managed to coax out with the promise of paid-for espresso martinis. He looks barely awake, barely amused; fingers fiddling with the neck of his martini glass as he listens to your partner.

All the while his boot rubs gently up and down your leg underneath the table.

It's nice.

One of your favorite kinds of nights.

Because you're selfish.

But you're also dedicated. Determined to make this work. Its just some of that effort everyone doubts exists in your relationship. But, what you have with your partner is a simmer. Something that only gets better with time. Thicker, tastier, once all the ingredients are marinated long enough. What you have with your partner is on the way to perfection.

But Shouta --

He's one of the ingredients.

A secret ingredient.

He's salt and pepper. He's smoked, sundried, charred. He's a little sweet, a little dark, like throwing chili in with cocoa powder. He's the sticky part on the side of the saucepan when it needs to be stirred; almost a burn in comparison to a broil. He's necessary.

Without him, your relationship would fall apart.

You get sick of eating the same thing over and over again. Eventually, it gets bland. Not that it's your partner's fault -- the ebbing flavor. That's why you haven't left them. They don't deserve that; not when you've got yourself a gorgeous little seasoning packet in your pocket.

There's an amicable lull in the conversation.

Your partner squeezes your thigh, so you smile at them. Tilt your head a little and tap their hand with your own. In that same moment, the toe of Shouta's boot tucks into the crook behind your knee, and the pressure threatens to pull you closer. It's just a tease, though --

"So," he starts, voice a just loud enough drawl over the volume of the restaurant. He lifts his drink up to his mouth and takes a sip, then takes a moment more to lick his lips. When he continues, it's like he's talking to the glass

"Still haven't figured it out, have you?"

Your blood runs cold in a blink. Like ice dumped into a hot pot, you feel your soul sucked out like grease. You force yourself to remain calm, though. There's no reason to jump to conclusions. No reason for him to suddenly spill the beans and cause a scene --

"Figured what out?" Your partner asks, still laughing, still smiling, curious and oblivious.

Shouta leans back into his seat and spreads out. Lounges. Like he owns the place, and the people in it. And maybe he does, maybe he does -- he smirks and raises his glass, not as a toast, but as punctuation to a point. Your heart hammers in your chest, and you wonder if your partner can feel your pulse through your thigh, fingers so close to your femoral artery.

"That the 'y' in 'yours' is silent."

[thebekashow]

h e l l o

[zoeykallus]

I love ur work sm, it’s always great to read when I need me some clone content

Can I get uhhhh, Fives (or any other clone you choose, although I feel like fives would be good for this) x shy fem!Reader who’s very inexperienced/a virgin, and like VERY inexperienced, like sis has never even touched herself before (not because of like religious reasons or whatever, she just literally didn’t know how)

Ty :)

Aloha! Thank you so much!

Yes you can :)) I think Fives is a good 'go to guy' for scenarios like this, but don't underestimate Echo! Okay here we go- Fives for you :)

Fives x Virgin Fem!Reader-Smut Short Fic - Part 1/2 I've Got So Much Love For You

Soft Smut Short Fic

Warnings: A bit angsty/ Strong language

Summary: You and Fives have been a couple for a little while now. You haven't had any intimate experiences yet. However, thanks to Fives, you are already a pro at kissing, and he loves to make out. So far he hasn't pushed you into anything and he probably doesn't intend to, yet you feel uneasiness about the subject of becoming more intimate. You're afraid he won't wait much longer for you to allow more. However, this is not due to him but rather to his environment and how it reacts to your until now rather chaste relationship. Other than that, he has a reputation for being flirty and hands on. You fear he might start to get bored with you. Don't worry, Fives already knows how to handle you and your fears.

PART 2

I've Got So Much Love For You

You're nervous, as you always are when you're on your way to meet Fives. It's that comfortable nervousness, the one that makes your heart beat faster just at the thought of seeing him soon, hearing his voice and melting under his cheeky smile.

Your pulse is fast, everything inside you is tingling the closer you get to your meeting point. You're on your way to the elevators that lead to the rooftop garden atop your apartment complex. This rooftop garden is where you always meet because you happened to meet there the very first time. It's a cute little tradition. You meet on the rooftop garden every time and then go from there to your apartment or to a restaurant or a movie theater. It had been Five's idea when you wouldn't tell him exactly where you lived on the first date.

As you're at the bend in the hallway leading to the elevators, you hear voices, clones, unmistakably. One of them is Fives, you can hear it in the way he emphasizes the words. The other voice of one of his brothers, apart from being the voice of a clone, is not familiar to you. Your heart beats faster with joy, but you stop when you hear the unknown clone say, "How long have you two been together now?"

"Almost three months," Fives replies, and your heart leaps at the proud tone that resonates in his words.

"And you still haven't been intimate?"

There is a pause and you feel your heart slip into your pants. You stay out of sight behind the turn in the aisle and prick up your ears.

"This is none of your business, but what makes you think that anyway?" asks Fives finally, a little irritated.

"Well, it's obvious from the way you walk," the other voice sneers.

You can hear Fives' eye roll in his voice as he says, "Gee, Sly, you sure are talking trash again"

"Trust me! I see that! The way you're walking it's obvious you've got bulging balls!" laughs Sly.

Fives laughs, "Shut up and get lost, I'm on my way to a meeting with her"

Sly lets out a whistle and says, "Ooooh, maybe she'll let you have her today."

"You let me worry about that", snorts Fives.

You waited until Fives got on the elevator and the other clone left. As you also board one of the elevators to the top, you have a very queasy, uncomfortable feeling in your stomach on the ride up and your heart feels heavy.

Fives is already standing there, as usual he has no patience in his butt. He paces up and down. But he smiles broadly as he sees you coming into the garden. However, his smile freezes and disappears, finally giving way to a worried expression.

"What's wrong? What happened?" he asks as he approaches you and finally gently grabs your upper arms with both hands, left and right.

Of course, he immediately noticed that something was wrong. You're apparently not very good at hiding your feelings, at least not from Fives.

Nervously, you say, "Nothing's wrong. What could be wrong?"

Fives tilts his head slightly to the side and looks at you scrutinizingly. He doesn't seem to believe you. You know that critical look in his brown eyes.

"Are you sure there isn't something you want to get off your chest?" he inquires.

You get even more nervous, can't look him in the eye anymore. In your mind's eye, you have a very strange image of Fives with thick, blue balls the size of meilooruns. You're not sure if you want to laugh or cry.

"It's nothing," you say, smiling shyly at him.

You know he still doesn't believe you, but doesn't press you further. With a soft sigh, he kisses your forehead and says, "Maybe you'll tell me later when we're cuddled up on the couch."

You almost forgot, tonight you have a movie night planned at your house. You swallow but keep smiling as he takes your hand and walks with you to the elevators. Of course you are attracted to him and with your touches and kisses you have felt arousal, even sometimes when you were just thinking about him. But you haven't even dared to touch yourself yet, how should you know how to touch him?

You spend the way to your apartment in silence and Fives keeps giving you a sideways glance. Whatever is on your mind doesn't seem to let him go. You'd love to know what's on his mind. Does he perhaps also have insecurities and fears towards you? Is he also worried that he might make mistakes?

"What are you thinking about?" you ask him quietly as you open the door and Fives walks into your living room with a thoughtful expression.

He turns to you as you are about to close the apartment door and says, "Honestly, I'm still wondering what's on your mind. I'm a little worried it might have something to do with our relationship."

For a moment you look at him with surprised silence. You didn't really expect him to be unsettled. Not Fives.

"What do you mean. What should be the matter with our relationship?" you finally ask him curiously.

Fives shrugs, flashes a wry little nervous smile, and replies, "I am one face among so many that are the same. Perhaps you have grown weary of the sight. Maybe another one of my brothers appeals to you more.... I don't know, things like that."

You are shocked to hear that he really has such thoughts. You certainly don't want him to feel so insecure. Fives should not be afraid that he might not be enough.

You finally give in and say, "It's nothing like that."

"Aha! So there' s really something bothering you?"

He has one eyebrow cocked at you, his expression scrutinizing.

"Yes. It also actually has something to do with our relationship. But not what you might think"

Fives frowns, looking even more worried than before. You can tell he doesn't know what to do with his hands. He scratches the back of his neck, then crosses his arms in front of his chest, as if he's already preparing himself for a low blow.

Fives takes a deep breath and says, "Okay. Shoot. What's up?"

You walk into the open kitchen where he can also see and hear you from the living room. As you pour you both a Corellian ale, you begin to speak.

"I don't really know how to say this. But I heard you earlier, or rather you guys. You and Sly, by the elevators. What you guys were talking about got me thinking."

Fives laughed, he was amused and relieved.

"Because of the comment about... My way of walking? That's just nonsense, mesh'la"

You hand him one of the ale glasses and take a sip of your own before saying, "Well. Is it really nonsense?"

He blinks in confusion and looks at you questioningly.

"What do you mean?"

You shrug your shoulders cautiously.

"So far, when we've been close, we've never gone very far, if you know what I mean. We've been together for a while, though, and I wonder how much more patience you can muster."

Fives laughs softly.

"As much as is necessary my love"

"And that is?"

He frowns.

"What exactly is it about this whole thing that makes you so nervous?"

You chew on your lower lip for a while and finally blurt out almost hastily, as if the sound of the words frightens you, "I'm a virgin!"

Fives blinks several times, then a light comes on.

"Oooooh. So you're nervous about that famous first time? That's what's on your mind?"

With a sigh, you admit, "In a way. I was worried you might get bored with me because you've been waiting so long. Besides, I would really like to get closer to you, even on a physical level. But I have absolutely no idea how and what to do, what to expect."

Fives grabs your hand and with a smile pulls you to the sofa, sits down with you and says, "I'm in no hurry. Sure of course I think about it, that's normal. But I've got so much love for you, Cyar'ika, it doesn't matter how long I have to wait for it"

Your heart beats very fast and wild in your chest.

"What if I want to try today?"

He smiles wryly.

"Then I would be more than willing to comply with your request. However, I don't want you to feel pressured because of my brother's stupid comments. That was just nonsense. He was just teasing me, we do it to each other all the time."

You shake your head.

"No, not exactly. I've thought about it before, his words just fueled the worries that were already there a bit. I really want to get closer to you very much"

Fives caresses your cheek.

"Anytime, beautiful"

"Can you show me a few things?"

Fives smile widens.

"I'd love to"

Ko-Fi

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[tobitofunction]

I just had a thought what if I take Harwin Strongs and Rhaenyra’s relationship and put on Captain Rex (the clone wars)  or Link (Legend of Zelda) and y/n (with the Criston Cole and Rhaenyra scene from ep 3 in) but without the part of our boy being turned into overly crispy chicken

[ozdicaff]

I'm so glad you like your gift! It was a lot of fun to make.

To say I was jump scared by your kind words would be an understatement; your kind words have killed me dear!

Your kind words have made my day and I am so glad that I could make yours.

Hope you have a wonderful day/night dear. Take Care!

I LOVED IT SO DAMN MUCH!!! I NEEDED TO UNLEASH ALL THE COMPLIMENTS ON YOU

THE PERSONA DOODLE GAVE ME INSPO, SO HAVE A LIL DRAWING OF OUR PERSONAS AS CTS YN <3 HAVE A GOOD DAY DARK!!

[emzalot]

Heads Up! -> Adi'ka Rewrite

Hi everybody! I hope y'all are doing well. I know I haven't been active I've been preparing to move to college, and I'm officially almost done with my first week. I have finished creating an OC to replace Little!Y/n. I am going to be editing the two chapters I have posted so they will be different after today. So without further a due, I'd like to introduce Makéa Valo!

Little!Y/n -> Makéa Valo

[konigbabe]

steal the thunder - I -

Pairing: Hajime Kashimo x fem!sorcerer!reader Word count: 5.8k Tags/warnings: no y/n; unhinged reader; manga spoilers (Culling Games + Perfect Preparation arcs); fight description; canon-typical violence; there will be eventual smut in the later parts fyi Summary: There's murder in the air – with the Culling Games underway, a simple task of finding an angel turns to a fight for life when you meet a certain, static and 400 years old sorcerer with cyan hair and wicked intentions.

Artwork by poro (poro06625649) on Twittter [source]; divider by @skylightlantern [source] For a better understanding of the reader's CE and CT, visit this Tumblr post.

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There's murder in the air – an unsettling undertone that pollutes the atmosphere. Gentle breeze carrying the metallic fragrance of blood within its currents.

The dockside keeps quiet. Sky clear, devoid of seagull calls. Walking by colossal steel shipping containers, stacked high, the scent persists. Clings to the air like a persistent specter. Each step accompanied by the gentle lap of waves against the pilings, their rhythmic cadence a stark contrast to the horrors you've seen.A soothing lullaby in the midst of chaos.

The maze-like layout of the quayside comes to an end when your muscles strain, lifting off the ground and landing atop the steel structure.

A giant panda comes into view. Its relaxed posture, perched on hindlimbs, contrasts with its impassive countenance as it gazes your way.

"Panda," you address what some might believe to be an actual animal; innocent, cute and completely harmless. Except for this Cursed Corpse – your subordinate – is none of those things.

He fixes you with your very name; a disturbing familiarity in his eyes, then the words escape his lips.

"The smell of blood's so thick," he voices as you draw near, words cutting through the tension. "There must be about three people dismembered here–"

You hold up two fingers, the other hand nestled in your pocket.

"Two actually," you intervene, voice a measured interruption, "walked past a man with a hole the size of a soccer ball in his chest."

The memory resurfaces – the sight of the man, head drooping, neck bent at an unnatural angle. Eerie web-like burns sprawled across his bare flesh. The smell of singed skin and ozone hangs in the air, a pungent reminder. Yet, it's not just that which jolts your senses. It's the residual static of someone's cursed energy, an unsettling presence that lingers.

"But that's not what troubles me," continuing, you stand next to Panda, arms now crossed as both of you watch the lifeless skies, "something bad's here. I tried following the remnants of the cursed energy of the perpetrator but it was very faint."

"Could be an expert who can turn their cursed energy on and off at will…" Panda thinks out loud.

You let the idea sit for a second. Could it be the case? Could someone in this colony be capable of doing it? Known, registered sorcerers are absent here. The majority are newly awakened, scarcely equipped to comprehend a sophisticated notion like this. And why would they feel the need to hide their cursed energy?

No.

Dismissing your doubts, you shake your head and stride toward the edge of the shipping container.

"Don't think so. Nevertheless, we're here to find that angel girl and negotiate with her." Stepping onto the container's edge, unfazed by the high drop; balancing skillfully, you extend one leg over the edge, about to step into empty space. In a seamless motion, you touch down on the solid concrete ground below.

Panda follows suit, rolling off the shipping container with agility, landing right beside you. Then he stands, an odd combination of human-like stance and panda appearance, more akin to a person in a panda costume than an actual animal.

"Our safest bet is to leave the docks. Fast. Just play pretend, avoid any unnecessary conflicts and make it out of this colony in one piec–"

The sentence's left hanging as a sudden shift in the atmosphere catches your attention. Panda falls on all fours, frozen still.

"Ah," a deeper, resonant voice rumbles from your right, the words echoing as the familiar sensation washes over you. A sudden buzz inside your mind, an abrupt surge of awareness regarding another sorcerer's presence. Heart mirroring the rapid flutter of a startled bird's wings.

Their cursed energy, concealed and latent, manages to evoke an almost primal response within you. A sense of fight or flight.

You pivot to face the uninvited presence before you.

A cascade of hair, vivid as a robin's egg and kissed by the hues of a clear summer sky, is gathered into twin buns atop his head while tendrils of untamed locks dance freely in the breeze, resembling a stormy sea. Longer bangs frame the contours of his face, softening his visage.

He stops when his eyes – the same uncanny shade as his hair – bore into yours. Carrying what you'd guess is a Nyoi staff slung over his shoulder, he stands at a slight angle. Excludes casual confidence, a sense of poised readiness.

"Another one," he breaks the silence. You stand your ground in response to his observation.

"Not interested in a fight," you remark, hands risen in a defensive gesture. Yet you don't dare take your eyes off the sorcerer. Ready and composed.

Panda, ostensibly cautious, inches closer to you, fur bristling in sync with his unease towards the newcomer's presence. The air tightens, charged with the unspoken potential for violence.

"Kogane," he calls out to the shikigami, summoning it like a wisp from the aether; the small creature materializes, its hue the shade of a serene lake, light and amicable as it floats near his head, "is the panda a player too?"

The shikigami screeches its answer, its words setting everything in motion.

"Indeed!! A player! Yep!!"

"That's a function," your pondering voice meets a forced silence. The state of perturbed ambiance vanishing as your thoughts are cut off.

A flesh of white. Empty space occupies the spot where the sorcerer was standing less than a second ago.

You sense his presence before your eyes even settle on his countenance; his eyes, framed with short zig-zag lines reminiscent of lightning bolts underneath them, a furious cauldron of murderous excitement as they lock onto yours. They widen with a manic intensity. An undertone of madness lurking deep within their depths.

A predator's gaze fixated on its prey.

In a heart-stopping moment, time stands still. The world around you fades into a blur as a primal instinct takes over. Your body reacts; a precision born of pure reflex – muscles coiled like springs, you counter his attack with a swift and calculated movement.

His volatile energy crackles in the air. Your hands snap up. Fingers attempting to curl around his bandaged forearm. Channeling your cursed energy to your clavicles, the place where his palm lays flat against you –

But your reactions prove inadequate. You're too slow. A shocking speed and heavy push; a surge of force is sent through your body, catching you off-guard. The ground beneath you becomes a temporary adversary. Your balance disrupted as you're sent flying backward.

Back colliding with the hard, metal steel of a shipping container – you watch in horror as the sorcerer mercilessly attacks Panda. Using his staff as a weapon. With unnatural speed and agility, Panda struggles against him; his valiant resistance a testament to his determination, his form a blur of motion as he evades the sorcerer's attacks and manages a few good blows of his own.

Your body feels light. A tingling sensation surging through your veins. Electric current's rushing beneath your skin, setting your pulse racing and your focus to a razor's edge. The metallic taste of blood floods your mouth. Mingles with the adrenaline in your body. Every nerve firing in response to the raw energy pulsing through your body.

It hits you then–

"Heh, electricity," you mumble, the word slipping from your lips as you raise your palms, clenching your fists. Feeling the tingling in the tips of your fingers. The slight buzzing in your ears.

–his cursed energy has a special trait. One certainly hard to defend against.

Barely seconds have passed since your body was forced to rest against the ground. It still feels too long with Panda barely matching the man's speed and force.

Gritting your teeth, the urgency of the situation anchors you, overriding any pain or disorientation as you fight to regain your footing. A sense of pride fills you when you watch Panda use his technique, striking the sorcerer with enough force that'll easily knock him out cold. One of Panda's winning moves.

Except it doesn't.

"Nice one," the man's voice rings out. A taut smirk playing at the corner of his lips. Your teeth clench, disbelief intertwining with unease as you watch. With a predominated precision, the sorcerer maneuvers his staff, entwining it with Panda's arm in a smooth motion that catches you off guard.

Exerting a forceful pull, he forces a grimace from Panda. Right arm caught in the vice-like grip, a sickening crack underscores the moment. Followed by the nauseating sensation of Panda's arm being torn from his body. Violently. And mercilessly.

Panda stumbles. Pain and agony escaping in a cry. The sorcerer doesn't waste a second. Hurls the arm back at Panda, using the momentum to charge forward. Palm aiming flat against his chest, he sends Panda flying backward – the same way he did to you. Causing your junior to experience a similar sensation to yours.

The cyan-haired man straightens, seemingly relaxing, already content with winning the fight.

"But I'm not impressed," he taunts, words an ominous echo of the violence just unleashed, "It's too ordinary."

Feeling the concrete beneath your feet, you take deliberate steps forward. With an inkling of Panda's potential strategy, you expel the pooled blood from your mouth, spitting it onto the ground.

"...Sukuna, you know where he is?" The man's words flow, attention diverted, ignorant of your presence.

A fortunate circumstance.

"No clue," Panda responds. His reply burdened with weariness and defeat; yet his gaze remained fixed on you, a silent exchange of understanding passing between you as you position yourself, tension radiating from his weary form.

The sorcerer scoffs; a contemptuous tilt of his head, a gesture laden with superiority. "Sounds like you know something, then," he snarls, his grip on the staff constricting as his fist clenches, "Spit it out. I'll be merciful."

With the sorcerer's back turned you raise your arm. Your gaze remains fixed upon the convergence point of the two delicate lines, their path crossing at the very heart of the expanse that's the upper part of his broad back.

"I won't be," you declare; voice carrying a firm tone. A deft flick of your wrist – the current of cursed energy takes the desired shape before it's hurled toward your target. Slashing the air in front of you, aimed right at him.

His gaze veers to the side. And in a fraction of a heartbeat, he moves; executing a skillful sidestep. Body positioned to face you from the side, both hands now gripping his staff, aiming it at you; a glint of fervor ignites his eyes as they widen, locked onto the shipping container stationed behind Panda. The unforgiving force of your attack rends the shipping container apart, leaving two gaping slashes that could bisect a man.

You don't give him time to react properly.

The moment blood begins to stain his white robe crimson red from the nick on his shoulder, you lunge forward. Like a bull being waved a red flag. Feet imbued with your cursed energy, reinforced to ensure protection.

As you close the distance at a breakneck pace, you sense the distinct composition of his cursed energy. With your fingers curled around the staff, your eyes meet his, a faint grin playing at the corners of your mouth as you tug on his weapon with your full body weight. Lifting your legs off the ground, you use the staff as a fulcrum. His body feels resilient, akin to forged steel, against the soles of your shoes.

With the potency of your cursed technique coursing through your strike, the man is propelled backward, his body hurtling through the air. The Nyoi staff clings to the concrete. Left untouched upon the impact.

Flying through a shipping container, he quickly finds his footing. Stance shifting in response to your aerial maneuver. Legs splayed to establish a firm foundation, you focus your intent on targeting his jaw. Fists charged with cursed energy, you hit once; knowing how troublesome the push-and-pull effect of your technique feels once your flesh makes contact–

"Not bad," he manages to spit out, the corner of his lip stained red. A smile tugs at the corner of his lip as you sprint toward him.

The surroundings blur into a muddled backdrop, irrelevant in your unwavering concentration. The sorcerer becomes the sole axis, a focal point in a world that seems to slow to a crawl, even though only a fraction of a second has passed.

The tip of your foot touches his; a mere whisper of contact between two opposing forces.

"Not bad at all."

–he counterattacks. Hand darts forward. Grabs your wrist. With an economy of motion, he employs your own momentum against you. His grip becomes a pivot, briefly throwing you off-balance, diverting your forward surge into an unexpected spiral.

Fluidity. That's how you'd characterize his movements. A seamless transition from being a passive target to an active agent.

His chest brushes against your back as his right hand remains locked around your right wrist. Single-handedly swinging your body like a marionette, you exploit the vulnerability of your position. Using his grip as leverage to move backward, simultaneously grabbing hold of his bandaged left forearm and pulling. Crashing your body into his, redirecting the movement into a collision.

With a potent surge of intention, you force the prepared rejection and attraction effect within your clenched fist, propelling it like a bolt toward the rear of your skull. Teeth gritted, you throw your head back.

Crack.

He stifles a groan, a step taken back but footing resolute. A red trail paints his nose as you swivel to confront him. Pausing briefly to charge your energy again, you grant him a moment to speak. His expression freezes as he locks eyes with you

"You," he speaks up, his voice textured with the tang of iron as his tongue grazes his lips, "Have we met before?"

With your hand still tingling, the ripples of sensation spread up your arm, an electric current tracing a pattern beneath your skin. Your head sways subtly, dispelling the notion of a previous encounter. "Unlikely. You'd be history."

A chuckle dances from his lips, a response to your retort. "What's your name then?"

You share it deliberately, each syllable a measured beat in your dance around one another. He nods, his head tilting with self-assured grace. It's then that he takes his stance – feet planted firmly, palms outstretched, a grin playing on his lips.

"The name's Hajime Kashimo."

The words hang, a telltale echo–

Hajime Kashimo.

–recognition snaps into place when you repeat his name in your mind.

The Hajime Kashimo, the sorcerer whose score reaches a hundred points; a mark that sets him apart from any other Culling game player (except for the intricate Hiromi Higuruma). Hakari's elusive target.

And here, right before you, stands the man himself.

"Hey," you call out, a new determination blossoming, your stance embracing the challenge; retreat is no longer a consideration, "if I beat you, can I get your points?"

The corners of Kashimo's lips twitch, smile fading like a wisp of smoke carried away by the wind. Expression blank, with only his brows furrowed as he responds, "Sure, but you tell me everything y'know about Sukuna," his voice lowered to a dangerous undertone, a velvet threat veiled in words, "that is–if you're still alive."

He charges then. Doesn't spare a single consideration. The air crackles with tension as his presence engulfs you. His hands make contact – not with fists or strikes – but with the calculated pressure of his open palms. You feel the weight of his touch on your skin. Pressure on your left, then on your right ribcage.

"Don't disappoint me now," breath tickles your ear, voice a tantalizing, dangerous melody. His fingers anchor firmly onto your right shoulder, an assertive grip that both commands and unsettles, while his other hand exerts a calculated force on your left shoulder guard, propelling you into a spin.

Your training surges forth, a symphony of muscle memory and instinct harmonizing within you. With the resilience born of countless battles, you swiftly adapt your stance, shifting your weight to face him.

An annoyed huff leaves your now-bruised lips. You channel your own cursed energy, a torrent of power surging through your veins.

Detain an attack when it comes,–

Knees bending, body swaying to evade the incoming fist; your left hand grips his left wrist, fingers tightening with determination, followed by your right driving into its intended mark.

–and send it away when it retreats.

Your palm meets the solid plane of his chest with a resonant thud; pushes and then pulls him back to you before sending him away again; successfully pushing back against Kashimo's pressure. It's a momentary reprieve. One that sends the sorcerer tumbling back, makes him roll on the ground, lending on one knee.

"Here I thought we were just getting started," you quip with a hint of playfulness amidst the dance of combat. Moving swiftly towards the target. As Kashimo's force ebbs, you seize the opportunity, your muscles coiling like springs.

"You're getting me–" he barely makes it back to his feet before you're at him again. With enough cursed energy imbued into your foot, utilizing the momentum of your motion, leg rising up in a calculated kick – only for Kashimo to shift; a fraction of movement that proves decisive. His arm weaves beneath the arc of your thigh, a sinuous and serpentine maneuver that seeks to entwine and subdue. As his grasp tightens, his fingers snake around your throat, lifting you from the ground, suspending you momentarily.

"–quite excited," he concludes, his voice tinged with an eerie excitement.

Once the hand is freed from contact,–

A heartbeat's pause feels like an eternity. With your legs rendered weightless and no stable ground beneath you. Despite the vulnerable position, your mind remains steadfast, honing in on Kashimo's Achilles heel. His hands are preoccupied, his grasp unwavering but his neck and face exposed.

–carry out a strike with it.

Seizing the opportunity, you make the most of the opening. Your palms press against the sharp contours of his cheeks, each hand finding its place on one side of his face. In one swift and deliberate motion, you channel the wellspring of cursed energy that resides within you into your technique. The currents of your energy converge between your palms, weaving a tapestry of arcane force that manifests as a palpable vacuum, centered precisely where his head rests.

It's an intentional manipulation. One – if done right, that is – could even lead to a cataclysmic implosion. A violent severing of life from the body. But you don't want to kill him; not yet at least. You need the points. And so, you temper your approach, exerting only the necessary amount of energy to induce a sensation of compression.

As the feeling envelops him, Kashimo's expression shifts, a flicker of realization that dances within his eyes. He instinctively withdraws. Bandaged forearms push at your body, sending you hurtling backward; a testament to his strength and strategic finesse.

"You cheeky little thing," a bead of blood traces a path from the corner of his eye. At the same time, another droplet emerges from his nose.

This time it's him who doesn't let you regain enough control as he charges at you. His approach swift and unrelenting. The tables are constantly turning – now being his time to dictate the tempo.

Another dance of offense and defense plays out as the two of you clash once again. Each move a deliberate response to the other's actions.

Chase the movement of the opponent–

As the flurry of his strikes slices through the air, you find yourself navigating the ebb and flow with a synchronicity that borders on the sublime. With a hawk-like focus, you track the trajectory of his hand, your senses attuned to his every motion.

While his hits continue to swing through both empty space and meeting your body, a fleeting opportunity presents itself. With the precision of a seasoned sorcerer, you follow the path of his hand with your own, fingers closing around his forearm as it narrowly misses your cheekbone, the other digging into the open slash wound on his shoulder.

–to continue the attack.

It earns you a hiss. A "Tsk," coming from his damaged lips.

One fluid motion; one that belies your strength. You capitalize on the momentum of his own swing, utilizing your grip to exert control. Your foot surges forward with unbridled force, the sole of your shoe connecting with the vulnerable juncture of his knee.

Kashimo's reflexes kick in as he instinctively leaps back the moment your foot makes contact with his leg. His visage bears the marks of battle, a canvas adorned with streaks of red, the vestiges of blood from the prior exchange. A mirror to his appearance, your own face likely reflects a similar narrative. Marked by the intensity of the confrontation. By his pure, physical prowess. One that, even if you use all your cursed energy, you're certain you couldn't match.

The shadows of weariness begin to cast their subtle touch on you. A weight that tempers your movements and shadows the clarity of your thoughts. Each calculated step, each strategic strike, seems to bear an additional burden now.

Still, resolute, your unwavering determination fixated on Kashimo, persevering in the face of creeping exhaustion.

Then you take off.

With a surge of action, you propel yourself into motion. Pivoting on your heel, you sprint toward the towering container crane a mere few meters behind. Kashimo's quick thinking registers in the corner of your vision—a flash of white on your right, drawing nearer.

"Running so soon?"

His taunting words reach you.

"Just limbering up," you reply. Muscles tensing, you feel his energy almost brushing against your own. So, with a leap, you vault into the air. Fingers curling around your ankle.

Time seems to slow as Kashimo's grip tightens around your ankle, his fingers like a vice attempting to anchor you to the ground. The world spins around you, the crane's towering structure becoming a blur as your body is abruptly yanked back, denied the freedom of flight.

Instinct kicks in, your mind racing to find a solution. With a swift twist of your body, you channel the energy within, your cursed power surging to your fingertips. A burst of force courses through your arm, the concentrated energy propelling your free leg forward in a powerful kick. Your heel connects with Kashimo's face, the impact forcing his grip to release.

In the split second of regained freedom, your body soars toward the container crane.

Muscles strained, you manage to grab hold of a protruding metal edge, fingers gripping with an iron determination. The harsh clang of metal meeting metal reverberates through the air as your body comes to a halt, swinging slightly from the momentum before you propel yourself higher onto the structure.

A smirk tugs at the corners of your lips. The distance between you and Kashimo now a tangible reminder of your evasion. His frustrated gaze meets yours, the tension between you electric and palpable.

"Nice try," you retort, voice laced with a mixture of weariness and defiance. There's an undeniable satisfaction in defying his grasp, in proving your prowess even amid exhaustion. Without wasting a moment longer, you hoist yourself up more, using the crane's structure to propel your body upward. Your form melds with the steel as you ascend, a maneuver to gain the vantage point.

Gotta limit his movement to the minimum.

Kashimo's expression shifts, a glint of admiration piercing through his irritation. "Impressive," he concedes, the words carrying an unexpected note of respect, "but you can't run from me."

He follows your lead. The two of you ascending the crane in a synchronized rhythm

"I told you, Kashimo–," you declare, your voice echoing between the steel beams as you reach the crane's zenith, standing face to face on the narrowest edge.

Now standing face to face on the crane's uppermost beam, the narrow back reach providing only small support. Your breath heaves, each inhalation a reminder of the intense exertion. Across from you, Kashimo's gaze remains fixed upon you, his expression deceptively relaxed.

"–that I'm only stretching."

His eyes, however, tell a different story – a depth of focus that cuts through your form. Anchoring onto you with an unwavering intensity.

A mournful melody weaves through the metal lattice, the wind's haunting whistle creating an eerie harmony with the tension in the air. The gusts playfully tousle both your hair in the process. You steady yourself into a stance, your body a testament to both resilience and purpose.

"Plus I want those points," you remark, a hint of determination coloring your words.

It's then that you charge — cursed energy flowing through your body like currents of compressed emptiness. A void. Unyielding. Relentless. And pneumatic.

With a flick of your wrist, you send it slicing through the air. A blade of nothing. A thin line etches across his chest, traversing from ribcage to his already wounded shoulder — a mark of your earlier endeavor. Nowhere to dodge now that he's standing between two metal beams.

Or so you thought.

Kashimo charges. The white of his robe tainted with scarlet. The cut isn't deep.

He must've reinforced his cursed energy.

"Tsk," you utter. A flicker of irritation crosses your features. Agitated. With waning stamina, the dwindling reservoir of cursed energy depleted by your previous usage; this could've been your last-ditch effort.

The final move.

And it failed.

It makes him smile. A sinister twist of lips that morphs into a grin. Moving fast, his expression resembles one of a predator closing in on its prey. The ruby stain on his robe seems to accentuate his aura of danger, a stark contrast to the pristine white it once was.

As your body contorts and arches backward, you skillfully evade the incoming fist aimed at your face. Your unwavering gaze remains locked onto his intense stare. With your palm pressed flat against the ground of the crane, you swiftly raise your leg, delivering a targeted strike to the meat of his thigh.

But before your maneuver can fully unfold, his hand seizes your ankle, pulling you towards him and locking your leg in place as he maneuvers over your body. Kashimo's grin widens, a predatory glint in his eyes that triggers a ripple of unease down your spine.

As his fist whizzes past your face, you seize the opportune moment to mount a counterattack. His fingers, still harshly locked around your right ankle, you push and pull against his grasp. Leg successfully moving to close over his thigh, the other hooking around his hip.

Legs now firmly encircling his waist, you use every ounce of your strength to push. Destabilize the sorcerer. Break his foundation. Disrupt his equilibrium.

The outcome? Both of you soaring through the air and down the crane. Kashimo's form aligns perfectly with the approaching solidity of the dockside concrete.

A rapid free fall, gravity's pull unrelenting.

If you're not getting the points, he's not getting his answers either.

His eyes momentarily flit to the ground below. Unspoken recognition of the shared peril that binds you both. The realization dawns in his eyes, widening them momentarily, before his gaze settles onto your face once more – unimpressed. Jaded.

"Oops," you jest under your breath, fingers finding purchase on the fabric of his torn clothes. An unhinged smile on your lips, eyebrows lifting in a mix of audacity and exhilaration. The wind sweeps through, rustling your hair with a cool caress that contrasts starkly with the warm stickiness of blood on your skin.

"It's accumulated enough."

That's the only forewarning you get. In an instant, the atmosphere shifts; an electrifying tension that dances along your skin. You sense the already familiar tingling as the static charges from the man beneath you. Kashimo's cursed energy now gaining intensity.

His open hand thrusts towards your face, a surge of energy gathering at his fingertips. Only to get countered by your own palm. Flat against each other. Forcing a focal point of energy converges and resistance to form. As the push effect comes into play just in time with waves of electricity.

The crackling intensity escalates, its tendrils reaching out with an insatiable hunger. Only to be pushed back by your own manipulation acting as a steadfast wall. It's a symphony of sensations — the tingling of your skin, the hum of power in the air, the gradual crescendo of pressure between your palms. The vortex throbs and pulses, a living embodiment of the forces you both wield.

The thing is – The conductivity of the vacuum…depending on how you look at it, it behaves in two different ways:

Firstly, when you examine the motion of charged particles with a constant velocity within a vacuum, you encounter an interesting phenomenon. Unlike in other mediums, there is no opposing force acting against these particles. Consequently, maintaining a steady current across any surface within a vacuum demands no additional effort.

However, a contrasting phenomenon manifests when we consider the existence of free charges within conductors. When an electric field, denoted as E, is imposed upon a conductor, it triggers a flow of electric current. This internal charge movement gives rise to a current density described by the equation: J = σE, where σ symbolizes the conductivity of the material. Notably, within a vacuum, σ assumes a value of 0; hence, electric fields lack the capacity to spontaneously induce current flow.

In this context, the vacuum departs from the role of a conductor. Even materials known as insulators, which typically restrict the flow of current, possess conductivity values that are low but not completely absent.

As a result, the resistance exhibited by a vacuum effectively amounts to infinity—particularly when you define resistance through the lens of how charge carriers in a substance respond. Viewed from this perspective, you could liken the vacuum to an insulator, given the absence of charge carriers that are essential for the propagation of electric current.

So in the end, your innate ability functions like an antistatic force.

It should be enough to counter his attack. Neutralizing his endeavor and ricocheting it back to him. Only if his other hand, clenched into a fist, suddenly hasn't entered your line of sight, aiming for your jaw.

The controlled push-only effect falters. Then crumbles. The void's pull reclaims all that Kashimo had imparted, drawing it back with an insatiable greed.

"Damn you." It now comes down to the last aspect of your technique.

Implosion.

The energies within your vacuum field converge, collapsing inwards with a blinding intensity. A jarring impact against the back of your head – or it might be the ending of your fall. Everything's just confusing. Everything blurs into a disorienting haze of continuous events.

The unforgiving touch of concrete grates against your scraped back. Each breath, now shallow and ragged, causes pain.

Above, the sky stretches wide and boundless. Until the sight is blocked by a mop of cerulean blue hair. Two buns somehow still in place. Same-colored eyes staring at your form. Arms folded and a countenance marred by bloodstains and scrapes. Each leg positioned on either side of your hips before one presses against the flat of your clavicles.

"You're quite durable," Kashimo retorts, pushing his weight down on you, "that should've killed you right there."

"Heh," you manage a wry chuckle, your voice strained but defiant, "guess I'm full of surprises."

He raises an eyebrow, a flicker of almost-amusement dancing in his eyes. The world around you seems to blur at the edges, the strain of the plummet combined with the failed attempt of your innate technique taking a heavy toll on your senses.

"It's been a while since I've encountered someone who can keep me on my toes this long. Now tell me," your name rolls off his tongue in a taunting lilt, "where's Sukuna?"

The distant sounds of the dockside begin to fade, replaced by an eerie emptiness. Despite your unwavering determination, a tide of dizziness threatens to engulf you, and you struggle to maintain your focus on Kashimo's face.

"On vaca–"

The weight on your chest vanishes abruptly. Kashimo's foot makes fleeting contact with your cheek before returning to its original place.

"Don't play with me. Spit it out."

"Oi," a voice calls to your right. A voice you know; Hakari's, "It's not very chivalrous to strike a lady like that."

From here, everything dissolves into darkness.

The world sways, a disorienting dance of shadows and sensations. Light pressure settles on your stomach with sounds echoing faintly in the distance. A gentle, steady rhythm envelops you as if you're being cradled in a cocoon of safety. Your limbs feel weightless, as though the ground beneath you has transformed into a soft cloud that carries your burdens away.

Your mind struggles to tether itself to the present, grappling with the fragments of consciousness that slip through your grasp. Colors blur, merging into a hazy kaleidoscope of fleeting images. The arms that encircle you exude warmth thought. One that lulls you back to sleep.

Yet you manage to summon the strength to part your heavy eyelids. Through the haze, you see a blur of black and white on top of you. Head resting upon something firm and solid – a breastplate, you realize. The rhythmic cadence that envelops you is accompanied by the subtle rise and fall of breath, a heartbeat that resonates beneath your cheek.

"Panda," you murmur, voice a tentative whisper as you attempt to comprehend whether or not you're dreaming, considering the creature on you is now a size of an actual teddy bear.

The toy-sized Panda remains seated on you but looks your way, emitting a surprised yelp at the sound of your voice, before swiftly turning his gaze forward again, "Hakari, she's awake!"

Your vision – still blurred – manages to trace a figure walking at the edge of your peripheral sight – left arm missing, shirt gone (he's shirtless, you discern), and crowned with purple hair. Hakari. But if Hakari's walking in front of you. Then…

Lifting your eyes, you suddenly lock onto a fleeting sight of vibrant cyan hair. The once-pristine white attire now soaked and marred with splotches of vivid red, creating an unsettling contrast. Your heart skips a beat as the realization dawns upon you.

It's Kashimo who bears the weight of your limp form.

"She's gonna pass out soon again," his voice carries vibrations that travel from his chest to your cheek with his gaze fixed upon you.

And he's right as your body, weary and battered, succumbs once more to the embrace of slumber.

[bunnywritesjunk]

Ruusaan | Captain Rex x Reader

Series summary: You missed your tropical planet, but coruscant had more to offer. You are a field medic in the 501st. you work closely with the captain in hopes of not losing your job. But how close is too close.

Chapter summary: You’re exhausted and overwhelmed. You don’t know if you will survive this mission. Your Captain makes sure you do. 

Pairing: Captain Rex x Reader

Warnings: Canon level violence, mean general, broken bones,T for teen (for this chapter)

Word count: 2.9k

Genre: Fluff and angst

A/n: Hello everyone! I’m so glad you’re enjoying my story. I really think you guys will like the next few chapters. I have some things up my sleeve to get things a little more heated for rex. 

Chapter 3

 The remaining 501st battalion started the slow walk down the main road to the capital of Umbara. You kept close to Rex and Fives, finding it hard because of how fatigued you were. The clones had better stamina than most people. You left your ATV back in the brush, hopefully, to be able to retrieve it later.

The soldier you learned was tup spoke. “So, why aren't we sticking to the original plan? Probing the city's defenses first.”

“We can do this. Let's take 'em!” Said Hardcase.

“Leave it to Hardcase to dive in head-first.” Kix responded.

“The General's new plan is reckless.” Fives chimes in.

“You ever think that maybe the General knows what he's doing?” Says another clone you didn't catch the name of yet.

Fives sped up to walk next to rex. “I know you think this is a bad idea.” He said to the captain.

“I...raised my objection to General Krell's plan but he didn't agree. So, this is it.” Rex said.

“Well, what if he's wrong? Then what?” Fives asked.

“This isn't the time for a debate, right now we have to stay alert.”

The group continued walking, and you had your blaster in hand in case of another ambush. Then all of a sudden, a loud boom sounds behind you followed by a scream. You looked back and saw one of the men hit the ground. Everyone was startled. Another explosion went off as another trooper got launched into the air.

“Mines! Nobody move!” The Captain shouted.

You instantly dropped down to one knee. Rex stood up and motioned at someone to check on the soldiers that tripped the mines.

“Oz is down.”

“So is Ringo.” They said.

He turned to Fives. “Can you sweep 'em?”

Fives started scanning the road for more mines.

“There are more over here, looks like the whole roads been booby-trapped.”

“I don't like this.” You said to no one in particular.

“Everyone watch your step.” The Captain said. He turns to you.

“I got you, don't worry.” He tells you quietly. You nod your head still keeping your eyes on the ground.

A large energy blast nearly misses the battalion from behind. The Umbarans surrounded the group quickly and started firing from all directions. You used your blaster and tried to help take out a couple.

“We're completely exposed!”

It didn't take long for the Umbarans to advance. You dodged the after blow of an energy blast and got close behind Rex. You covered his back and took out as many as you could. Although you had combat training this was a little advanced for what your job is supposed to be. Another green energy blast was coming in fast toward you. Rex hooked his arm across your waist and threw the both of you to the side, effectively avoiding the blast. He shielded you from the rubble it created.

“You alright?” He asked you.

“Mhmm.” You responded a little winded and flustered. You shouldn't be thinking like that in the middle of battle, especially not about your Captain. He rolled off of you and back on his feet and engaged some Umbarans in hand-to-hand combat. You got up and continued to shoot.

“They're coming at us from all directions, we don't have any cover!” Fives screamed.

You looked around at the downed soldiers, knowing there was nothing you could do to help them with no cover.

“We need to fall back, if we can draw them out we can see them.” Rex announced.

“If we can see them we can hit them” Hardcase shot back.

“All squads fall back now!” Rex shouted.

You ran back trying to avoid any blaster fire. The troops that the General kept with him joined the group in fighting when Krell let them. As you were about to dive behind a tree root for cover you felt a searing pain on your left shin. You gasped and fell, scooting next to the root. Looking down at your leg you saw a severe burn mark still hot to the touch. You got grazed by blaster fire. You did not feel it much because of the adrenaline, so you chose to ignore it until later. By then the Umbarans started to retreat. You noticed General Krell marching up from behind the brush, right up to Captain Rex.

“Ct-7567, do you have a malfunction in your design? You pulled your forces back from taking the capital city! The enemy now has control of this route. This entire operation has been compromised, because of your failure!”

The General jabbed his finger into Rex's chest roughly to emphasize his words. Then Fives spoke up.

“General Krell, in case you haven't noticed, Captain Rex just saved this platoon. Surely you won't fail to recognize that.” Fives put a bit of venom behind his words.

The General turned to face the arc trooper. “Arc-5555, stand down” He said slowly as he ignited his lightsaber. You stood up, feeling concerned about the growing tension.

“Sir yes sir” Fives said while walking away. The General then turned his attention to you.

“And you, proving yourself useless. Why didn't you help any of those men? Seems to me like you neglected your job.” You chose not to engage with him and instead gave him a blank stare.

“Were you too busy cowering behind your knight in shining armor, princess?” Your tail whipped side to side in agitation.

“Sir, if I may address your accusations. I followed your orders, even in the face of a plan that was, in my opinion, severely flawed. A plan that cost us men, not clones, men!” Rex took off his helmet as he finished his statement.

Rex continued “As sure as it is my duty to remain loyal to your command, I also have another duty. To protect those men.”

Krell extinguished his lightsaber as he spoke. “You have a spark of tenacity captain, I'll give you that.” He began addressing the whole platoon.

“I know that I do not command like the Jedi you're used to serving, certainly not like General Skywalker. But I have my way. It may be difficult, but these are difficult times. And it's proven effective.”

The General turned back to Rex. “ I suppose your loyalty to your men is to be commended. They seem to admire this. That's important to an effective commander. Alright, Captain Rex, your opinion has been noted. Dismissed.”

The General walked away, not before giving you a scowl. Fives walked up to Rex.

“I think he almost complimented you.” He said to the captain.

You walked up to the arc trooper and Captain with a slight limp in your stride. Rex turns to you.

“You alright? You should get some Bacta on that before we roll out.” The captain had a concerned look on his face.

“Yeah, I was going to but then I got yelled at and insulted.” You took off your pack and sat down on the ground, unzipping a small pocket. You found a small packet of topical Bacta gel. Before you could open it Rex grabbed it from you and crouched down to your level.

“Here, let me.” He took off his gloves and tore the packet open. He squeezed it along the wound while gently spreading it to cover the whole area.

“Rex, you really don't have to help, I got it.” He didn't answer you or look up at you, he just continued to apply the Bacta. By now Fives was distracted by something else.

“I'm sorry.” He said quietly. You looked at him puzzled.

“For what?” He opened his mouth to respond.

“Everyone take cover!!!” A trooper yelled as an energy blast hurled toward the platoon. You ducked back behind the root for cover as Rex put on his helmet and started firing. Umbaran fighters flew in and started firing every which way. You and Rex ran to better cover while he barked out orders to his men. You saw an injured trooper while you ran and changed course. You picked up his ankles and drug him to cover as he moaned in pain. Kix helped you lean him against the tree and took his helmet off.

“It's ok buddy, this will ease the pain” Kix reassured the trooper. As you were assisting Kix with the injured you overheard the order to take the western supply base. You and the battalion prepared to roll out.

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You and the platoon walked until the base was in sight. You were so exhausted at this point and gave up on the idea of getting your ATV back. You barely listened to the General speak about the plan but guessed it would be another full frontal attack. You leaned against one of the tentacle-like trees to rest a bit. After they finished their discussion Rex walked up to you.

“Alright, I want you to stay in my sights. I saw you and Kix working together so make sure you stay undercover.” He said sternly to you.

“Yes sir.” You responded, you still wanted to ask him why he apologized earlier but figured it would probably be best to ask in a less stressful situation.

The Battalion started marching down the steep hill toward the narrow gorge that led to the base. You lost your footing a bit halfway down and slid down on your butt the rest of the way. Fives chuckled at you so you gave him a smile. Once everyone got down the hill Rex started giving out orders.

“Alright, listen up. We'll assemble the squads in two divisions. We'll move straight up this gorge towards the airbase at the far side.” The other soldiers rebutted these orders and expressed their displeasure.

“The casualties are gonna be high.”

“Is Krell trying to get us killed?!”

“You know I wasn't sure Krell was crazy before, but now I'm positive!”

Fives chimed in. “We had to retreat from the capital because the General pushed a flawed strategy. Now, this?!”

Some others joined in saying their thoughts. Captain Rex pulled Fives aside for a private conversation. After they were done, you moved out with Rex's squadron. Fives' platoon entered the gorge first and after a few minutes, Rex followed. Your blaster was at the ready just in case. Suddenly, the ground started rumbling so aggressively your feet shifted.

All of you ran to where the noise was coming from. Three massive caterpillar-like tanks were wreaking havoc on Fives squad, shooting blaster bolts in every direction. It managed to take out quite a few men. They came down on its spindly legs and maneuvered through the squad while firing. You and Kix immediately got to work. Following Rex onto the battlefield, you heard Fives call for rocket launchers.

There was a downed soldier as soon as the squad got into the gorge. You hooked your arms under his and drug him back to cover while Kix lifted his legs to help you. There was a large explosion that illuminated green. One of the tanks blew up via a rocket launcher. You and Kix continued to recover soldiers, most of which had broken bones and blaster wounds. It was hard to do anything for them except give them painkillers and reset their bones. You hear Rex delegating orders to get rid of these tanks. He glanced back to see you and Kix tending to your patients before proceeding with his squad.

“Be prepared for a large explosion they're rigging a trap.” Kix said to you. You nodded. Right on cue, a bright explosion blew the remaining two tanks up until they were barely sparking with life.

“Alright, get ready to roll out.” Rex said.

You looked at the three injured soldiers you had leaning against the tree and reassured them that you'd come back for them. The platoon started walking again, much to your chagrin. The battalion got about ten minutes of headway before Rex stopped.

“We've got a problem.” A green energy blast hurdled towards the group barely missing the captain. Two tanks that were reminiscent of spiders started to make their way toward the platoons. You retreated back for cover behind a tree.

“What is with these people and bug tanks?!” You shouted to no one in particular.

You glanced out from your cover to see if any injured men needed help. The tank vaporized most troopers, and it was clear there would be very few survivors. Kix called you over from a more secure spot in the brush. You rushed over and saw he had three wounded soldiers. You instantly started assisting Kix with them. Rex, Fives, and Hardcase had a short but heated discussion about whether they should continue to go through with this plan.

“You got any better ideas?” Rex asks fives. Fives shook his head no.

“Then this is it.” They moved cautiously out behind cover.

The troopers rolled out leaving you and Kix to tend to the wounded. Minute after minute the injured soldiers seemed to pile up. The noise of battle getting overwhelming in your ears. As you worked on patching up blaster shots and making splints. You tried to shut out the outside stimuli. It worked until you were pulled up to stand by your upper arm. You looked up and saw your captain. Kix was a few feet away dragging a trooper towards you.

“We've got to get these guys outta here.” He told Rex while turning back for more of the men. The Captain let go of your arm to stop him.

“Forget it. We have to leave them.” Rex said.

“We can't just leave them, sir!”

“We have no choice, that's an order.” Rex turned to walk away.

“You sound like General Krell.” Kix said.

Rex sighed while turning back to face him.

“Look Kix, it's more important to save yourself right now. If we survive, we can patch up the wounded later.”

You solemnly walked away to stand near them, leaving your patients. Rex surveyed the route to the base with his binoculars.

“Hey, fives remember what I said about finding another way to destroy those tanks?”

“What were you thinking?” Fives inquired.

“Well, I have a mission for you.”

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Hardcase and Fives took off on their stealth mission to the airbase. Hopefully to find something that can destroy the tanks. You stuck close to Rex while they kept firing blaster shots and rockets that were useless against the tanks. You felt a little embarrassed following him around like a lost puppy but if you didn't move fast enough he'd pull you with him. The tanks were closing in on the rest of the platoon quickly. You and Rex found yourselves dodging the enormous feet of the tank while the man inside tried to crush you. Surely you were gonna die. Then, the tank started shooting upwards. Two Umbaran fighters started shooting at the tanks.

You and Rex ran for cover as the tanks exploded. You leaned against a tree and slid down to sit. The troopers cheered to Hardcase and Fives. You smiled to yourself just happy to be alive. Rex kneeled in front of you.

“Hey, you ok?” He asked you. You nodded.

“I'm just so surprised we survived.”

“Yeah well, we're good for now.” He held his hand out to help you up.

Krell managed to send in more troops on a final assault to capture the airbase. You wondered why he didn't send them before to help with the tanks.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Inside the Air Base hangar, you stoop away from your group a few feet. You commed Na'wi.

“Oh, my stars you're ok!”

“Yeah, barely.”

“You didn't comm me in over twenty-four hours, what happened?”

You glanced over at Krell approaching the squad. “I'll fill you in when I can speak more freely. I'll comm you later”

General Krell marched up to the Captain and his men.

“Captain, report. What is our situation?” He asked Rex.

“General, we have taken the base and cut off enemy supply lines to the Capital.”

“Luck has smiled on you today, Captain. Consider yourself fortunate.” Krell said to Rex.

Rex took a step towards the General. “It wasn't all luck sir. A lot of men died to take this base.” Rex shot back at him.

“The price for such a victory. Perhaps someday you'll realize this.” Rex tensed at this statement trying to calm his anger.

Krell shifted his attention to you. “Did you manage to save anyone, medic?” You nodded yes, determined not to engage with this crazy man.

“Dismissed.” Krell walked away.

Fives walked up to the Captain. “He's the one who will never realize.”

You looked around the hangar for any sort of motor vehicle that looked easy enough to drive.

“Hey, don't worry about retrieving the wounded. I got it” Kix said to you.

“You sure? I mean it is my job...that I've kinda failed at for this mission.” You looked down dejected.

“Yeah, get some rest. Besides, normally we don't have this many casualties, it's not you.” Kix reassured you.

Fives turned around. “You've proven yourself to be quite reliable, you're part of the team now.” He gave you a warm smile.

“Ruusaan.” Rex said quietly. You gave him a confused look.

“Hm?”

“Ruusaan, means reliable in Mando'a”

“Ooh, it's pretty, were you guys trying to give me a nickname this whole time?” You asked the Captain.

Fives rested his arm on your shoulder. “Nope, not until you earned it. And you definitely did today Ruusaan.”

“Well, I'm glad. Thank you guys. I like my nickname.” 

[sarcastic-nebula]

Padawan at Umbara 

"Padawan, your attention, please!" Master Krell said sharply, causing his apprentice to hurriedly return her eyes to her master.

He continued to go on about the importance of this mission to the selected men from their battalion, the 340th, once she refocused him, and then turned to her to grate about how she needed to be "a model soldier for these lab-bred clones". She had heard it all before, but (Y/N) knew what would happen if she was caught tuning him out again, and suppressed a shudder.

The transport continued on its way to the planet's, Umbara's, surface, and settled into silence once Krell ended his speech.

-----

Master Krell had never been of the fatherly sort, or the instructive sort, like so many other Jedi teachers. He was not endearing like Master Kenobi, or protective like Master Windu, or philosophical like Master Yoda. He was distant and easily angered. He didn't act like he was raising a future Jedi, but rather tied down by an incompetent child. Master Krell never wanted a Padawan learner, but the will of the Council made it so.

In (Y/N)'s eyes, Krell was hurtful because she was never enough. She knew Krell didn't want her, but what else was she supposed to do? How else was she supposed to rise from Padawan to Jedi without Krell's help? With a heavy heart, she had resigned herself to her fate years ago; stuck in a rocky relationship with the only Jedi Master whom the Council saw fit to have her. In these trying times, it was understandable.

When the transport finally touched down on Umbara's surface, (Y/N) knew to stay one step behind Master Krell. "As a sign of respect, for me, and to show your place," he had said. As the approached Master Skywalker, she quickly scanned the scattered group of men before her. Through the Force, she could feel that each trooper was different than her own battalion, the 340th. They seemed...brighter, albeit tired since they had just faced the Umbarans. Each clone had unique armor paint, whereas the 340th remained with solid white plastiod. "Master Krell, Padawan (Y/L/N), thanks for the air support," Master Skywalker said. Krell's apprentice gave a tight smile, and thanked the Maker that the 340th had talented bombers. While the Jedi Masters talked and command over the 501st passed to Krell, (Y/N) listened and continued to scan the surroundings. Dark, shadowy, cold yet humid. This place.... I do not have a good feeling about this. The man on Master Skywalker's left, Captain Rex, found it rather odd that General Krell's Padawan had remained silent during the whole ordeal, and even odder that General Krell had not even addressed her. After introducing Rex to the new Master-Padawan team, Rex assured Skywalker that they would have the capitol city under Republic control before his return.

General Skywalker was soon flown away the same transport ship that had brought Commander (Y/L/N) and General Krell, and Rex quickly went to greet his interim leaders. "General Krell, Commander (Y/L/N), it's an honor to serve with you-" "Don't address her, Captain, I am the one in charge here. However, I find it very interesting that you are able to recognize the value of honor, for a clone," Krell stated as he stepped around to better see the whole legion. (Y/N) stifled a sigh- this was going to be a long mission.

----

Everyone had been marching for hours. (Y/N) could feel everyone's exhaustion through the Force, except for Master Krell's. He was always tightly shielded, and expected her to be the same. Since he never bothered to properly teach her about it as a youngling, (Y/N) knew her mental shields were spotty at best.

The clone captain from earlier, "Rex", approached (Y/N) and her master. "That ridge over there would be a good place to break camp," he said, pointing to an easily-defended area ahead of them.

"CT-7567, we don't have time to rest. The 212th are counting on us to meet at the capitol city, so we will continue to march until we get there," Krell retorted sternly, towering over Rex. After a tense moment, Krell continued forward, (Y/N) giving Rex a sympathetic face.

She noticed Captain Rex pause when Krell said his number, as he did the first time they spoke. Were names a normal thing for clone troopers? The clones within her and Krell's battalion were known, to her, at least, by their numbers.

"I'm sorry," (Y/n) said softly to Rex, eyes not meeting his, before turning her back towards him and making her way to continue behind her master. Rex removed his helmet and hurried up to walk with her.

"Commander, is there anything you can do to convince the General to let the men rest? There's no way we can fight well when we have been marching this long without a break." Desperation leaked into his tone as they stepped over dark roots and under eerie branches.

Commander (Y/L/N) looked quickly over to Krell and then back to Rex. Quickly and quietly, she responded, "I'm sorry, but there really is nothing I can do. He- I'm not allowed to speak without being spoken to, and he doesn't listen to what I have to say when I can speak. Just try to switch out the men on the walkers without him noticing, okay?"

"(Y/L/N)!" called Krell. Before Rex could say anything else, the Commander sprinted back to her master's side. Slightly stunned, Rex returned his helmet to over his head, and waited for some of the troopers to approach him as the march continued. He told the first few men to switch out with those on the walkers without stopping the progress of the walkers, and to switch out every so often so other brothers could get a small reprieve. It wasn't much, but it would have to do.

"Padawan, you are above fraternizing with these clones. I don't want to see you talking to them again," Krell said once (Y/N) approached.

"Yes, Master," she replied dejectedly. They continued the forward march for a quiet while. Hopefully, Master Krell would be none the wiser about the makeshift rest that she had thought of for the men. It was a common practice amongst their own ranks, and if Krell knew about it, he never said anything since they always kept moving.

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SCREECH

Looking up, Padawan (Y/L/N) and the clone troopers saw two flying creatures headed toward them. (Y/N) was fascinated by these flying, glowing beings, until one of them scooped up a trooper, causing a quick downward spiral of events. Blasters fired, and she quickly assumed meditation on the Umbaran soil. Reaching out to the flying animals through the Force, and opening herself up to the Force, she gently persuaded them to come to her and leave the men alone.

The blaster shots slowly diminished into silence as the men watched in awe while the flying creatures dropped their brother, and flew around Commander (Y/L/N) before resting alongside her. She reached out to touch the creatures, who relaxed into her touch. Relief from the men, and tranquility from (Y/N) herself flowed into the Force. No casualties; no harm.

(Y/N)'s eyes shot open when she heard the ignition of two lightsabers. She turned around, and saw her master bound forward and drive his blades into one creature after the other. Each dying screech of the flying beings made her flinch. The men took a few steps backward.

"Does anybody else want to play with the animals?" Krell announced, full of malice and disdain. He ended with a glare towards his Padawan, but it was directed towards everyone.

With a kick to one of the dead beasts in his way, Krell began marching back toward the capitol, leaving everyone else to follow.

-----

During the first run-in with the Umbarans, where the 501st clones were to go along the main road into the capital city, (Y/N) had no choice but to remain at Master Krell's side far behind the line of fire. She could feel each life leaving a soldier's body; a feeling that she was not yet desensitized to. It almost hurt to have to stand by and watch. If only Master Krell had taken to the original plan.

Then the men were retreating, and Krell angrily waved the rest of the available troopers to help those already on the field. (Y/N) sent him a desperate look, can I go and help, too?

An exasperated sigh, "Fine, (Y/L/N). Go help those insolent clones, but stay on the path to the capitol- no retreating." He returned his gaze to the fighting, and crossed his arms.

And she was off. Using the Force to aid her in speed and strength, she made it to the front line and began to deflect enemy bolts. Hurting and dying souls kept ricocheting in her mind, and so she took a pause. Who was near, and who could she help?

"Hold your positions!" These were not the words anyone wanted to hear, but hopefully with the reinforcements, the men could hold out for a little longer.

You. (Y/N) raced to the injured trooper's side.

"What is your name?" Blaster wound to the shoulder- nonlethal, but painful. Someone must have dragged him away from the line of fire, into the trees. (Y/N) turned off her lightsaber, and removed the glove from the trooper's hand and held onto it, sending healing-safety-okayness into the Force and into him.

"T-Tup. What-what are y-you doing, sir?"

"Everything is going to be okay, Tup," she replied confidently. Commander (Y/L/N) continued to concentrate with her eyes closed. A sharp, burning feeling seeped in the same shoulder where Tup was injured. As her pain increased, his decreased. She managed to keep a straight face while she attempted her Force-healing.

"That's the best I can do for now. Think you'll be okay?" The Force-heal had taken much out of her, but she still had work to do. Tup noticed how her breathing was more labored than it was before, but didn't want to waste more time when he could be helping his brothers.

"I think I'll live Commander. Thank you," Tup answered. (Y/N) offered a hand to help him up, and they both raced back into the fray.

A few more rudimentarily Force-healed men later, and as many men as possible defended, the Umbarans retreated.

Everyone was bone-tired, but not too many were dead or injured. (Y/N) felt good about that; she could handle exhaustion, and deep burns and cuts. Krell would probably never let up on them, so (Y/N) was determined to help the men how she could.

"CT-7567, why did you order a retreat when I specifically ordered a forward march to the capitol?"

"Rex just saved the lives of this whole platoon by ordering a retreat. Surely you don't fail to recognize that?" A different, agitated voice said.

"ARC-5555, stand down," Master Krell calmly threatened. (Y/N)'s eyes widened, and looked towards her master as he ignited his lightsaber. She quickly moved closer, aches and pains forgotten. No more, Master. Please, no more.

"Sir yes sir." ARC-5555 moved away with calm belligerence, and Krell sheathed his saber. Thank the Maker. With that crisis averted, (Y/N) went to look for a medic while Krell was occupied, thinking a stim shot and a painkiller would temporarily help her.

She patted a random trooper's armored shoulder. Quietly, she asked him where a medic would be.

"That'll be Kix. I can call him for you, Commander" he said.

"Not too loudly!" She looked around herself to make sure her Master wasn't watching. "Thank you. And, what was your num-name?" (Y/N) would have to get used to asking that.

"They call me Hardcase, sir." He said with the air of a smirk. "I'll just call him over our internal comms." Minutes later, a trooper with a red cross on his shoulder came walking by.

"Hardcase, what did you do this time? I'm almost out of bacta, and I keep telling you that the more you use that heavy gun of yours, the more you are going to bruise. I swear-"

"Kix, I'm fine. Commander (Y/L/N) was looking for you, I was simply being nice and-"

"Commander (Y/L/N), sir! What can I do for you?" Kix's quick transition from informal to formal told (Y/N) that he had seen too much of her Master. She sighed, and they left Hardcase to politely wander away.

"Medic Kix, could you spare any stim shots or maybe painkillers?" Kix rifled around in his pack, almost hesitantly, or possibly relief. Why?

"I have a few stims, but painkillers are starting to run low. I can probably restock or borrow from another medic when we break camp. Why, what's going on?" He paused his rifling to look at his commander.

"Just a few light injuries and I'm starting to feel tired. What did you mean by break camp?"

"All due respect Commander (Y/L/N), we're all tired," he said honestly, "and usually after a battle, or when we've been moving for so long, we set up a place to rest and plan ahead. Have you not been on many campaigns, Commander?" Another young one, lost to the cause, he thought sadly.

"Oh. I just feel the beginnings of Force exhaustion. I'm sure I can wait it out though... but...quite the opposite. Master Krell and I have been through our fair share of battles. But they don't usually last long enough for us to rest. A few days usually go by before he suggests setting up camp. Could I at least hang onto a stim? I know I'll need it later."

Kix's shock was hidden behind his helmet, but was palpable in the Force. He gave her a stim shot, and watched her put it somewhere in her robes.

"Thank you," she said with a relieved grin, "do you know how many casualties we have?"

"Approxi-"

Green blaster fire filled the air. Fresh corpses fell onto the dark soil as the clones fired back. Both Kix and (Y/N) looked at each other.

"Come find me after this, yeah? I'll get you fixed up," Kix called out while racing to aid his brothers. (Y/N) nodded, and went on her own path to continue what she started earlier. Deflecting bolts, protecting troopers, and trying to save as many lives as she could.

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a/n: constructive, respectful criticism is welcome! I know it's a little rocky, but at least I'm trying to write again

[14buddy22]

hi! Can I request an angsty/hurt/comfort fic with Hotch where he gets amnesia after an encounter with an unsub and the reader is a doctor at the hospital but Hotch obviously forgets her and their life together for a while. And Hotch being Hotch is reserved again and won’t let her help only the team so reader pulls back and can’t really help with the remembering process and is heartbroken but then he eventually remembers bc the little things eventually come back to him and then he finally remembers:)

Before Aaron saw the unsub cut a wire, his life flashed before his eyes. Short 1-second clips played in his head starting from when he was a child to meeting Haley, marrying her, having Jack, her passing away, moments with his team, raising Jack, meeting you, marrying you, having twins with you.

Everything flashed before his eyes and in that moment, Aaron Hotchner was scared. He knew you and his three kids were waiting for him to return, but now, now a bomb was going off in a building that he was trying to get an unsub to walk away from and let the bomb squad take care of it.

You were a doctor at the local hospital. You finally were coming off a long stretch and decided to take the day off to spend with the kids. You knew Aaron was busy but that didn't stop you from planning out a day to spend with your kiddos. Taking them to their favorite breakfast place, letting them play at the park and then bringing them back home to let them pick a movie and have a movie afternoon before the twins had to go down for a nap.

You were excited to have Aaron home tonight. The kids have missed him and you deeply missed him. Both of you working strange hours, his even weirder hours than yours, it was harder to see your husband and have family days.

The sound of your phone ringing took you out of your thoughts. Picking up your phone, you saw JJ's name come across as the caller ID.

"What's going on, JJ?"

You got up and walked into the bedroom. Not wanting Jack to overhear you on the phone with his aunt.

"Aaron was in an accident. He's going to the hospital now. A bomb went off. He was knocked unconscious. Do you want to come to the hospital to be here when he wakes up."

"Yes. Yes. I'll be there shortly. Oh my god."

You hung up, quickly telling Jack to grab snacks for him and the twins and to meet you in the car. You woke your twins up and brought them into the car.

"Daddy got hurt at work. He's sleeping right now, but we want to be there when he wakes up, okay?"

You looked in the rearview mirror of your 3 kids. You saw the fear in Jack's eyes. He was 13. He knew that it wasn't good. You didn't know the extent of Aaron's injuries, you wouldn't know until you got to the hospital, but you couldn't scare Jack just yet. Your twins were only 3, they didn't really understand.

You saw Aaron's team in the waiting room. Your twins excited to see their aunts and uncles, you just wish it was under better circumstances.

"What room is he in?"

"We haven't heard If he's done from getting his CT scan."

"Oh. Okay."

Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours before your coworker came out to get you.

"Y/n, would you like to see him? Maybe just you first, I know he'd love to see his kids."

You knew hospital protocol. It was always better start with less guests first before bombarding them with a bunch of guests. You didn't want to overwhelm Aaron."

"I know, can you take me to see my husband please?"

As you walked in the hospital hallways, it felt different. You have walked these hallways more than a thousand times. You've ran in these hallways. But the feeling of having a loved one in the hospital was a feeling you didn't want to experience.

Walking into the room, you saw Aaron laying in that hospital bed.

Your face immediately lit up seeing Aaron awake and talking to the nurse. You heard him say something about having a son and you were just surprised he didn't say anything about you walking into the room. You weren't going to say anything though.

"Hey Aar."

Then you saw him look at you. You saw this look on patient's who had amnesia. You didn't need to hear the words out of Aaron's mouth to know that he didn't recognize you. And that hurt.

"I'm sorry, have we met before?"

Tread lightly, that's all you kept telling yourself. He went through a traumatic event. But you wanted to cry. Did he not remember, at minimum, the past 5 years of his life. He was talking about Jack, you know that he knows Jack exists. What were you going to tell Tommy and Sophia?

"Um, we have met before. I'm Y/n. I know you were in an accident. You work for the FBI. Um, do you remember anything?"

"Y/n. I like that name."

That's what he told you when he interviewed you for the first time at the hospital. Well, not really interviewed you, but questioned you asking about a patient.

"I know."

"I have a son, his name is Jack."

"Aaron. I know this is hard to even think about but you and I. We met about 5 years ago, we got married, and, and we have 3 year old twins. Jack, he's 13. He's a crazy teenager, but we love him."

Aaron looked at you and you could see the tears form in his eyes.

"I want to believe you, Y/n. But, but I can't. I don't, I don't remember. I'm sorry."

You couldn't break down in front of Aaron. But deep down, you were falling apart. This hurt. He didn't remember a life with you in it.

"Well, Jack would probably love to see you. Let me go get him."

You walked back out and the team all came around you.

"Um, he doesn't remember who I am. He doesn't know who the twins are. He doesn't remember his life with me in it. He remember's Jack and probably you guys. He doesn't remember the twins. I can't bring the twins to see him."

Rossi looked at you and moved to hug you. You always loved a Rossi hug. They were the closest thing to your father's hugs and you lost your father around 2 and a Half years ago.

"What am I gonna do, Rossi? He's my rock. He's my best friend. He's the father to my children. He doesn't remember anything with me in his life."

Rossi wiped your tears, realizing your children were running towards you.

"Where's daddy?"

Kneeling down you were met with the curious eyes of your twins. Jack standing behind them.

"Papa Rossi is going to take Jack to see Daddy, but we want to let daddy have some rest. Aunt JJ is going to take you guys home, okay."

Holding your twins in your arms, you explained to them that their Dad needed to rest but Jack knew something was wrong. You looked up at Jack and saw all the questions running through his mind. Your twins just knew that Dad needed to rest and that they could see them later. They also knew that if Aunt JJ took them home (sure enough to see Aunt Penny) they were getting ice cream.

"Love you mama. Give Daddy our pictures."

They handed you pieces of paper that they colored and it was of your little family. You wanted to cry but knew you couldn't. You didn't know when Aaron would break this amnesia spell but you also couldn't rush it on him. It hurt you knowing you couldn't give your husband a hug and kiss right now. It hurt knowing your twins couldn't see their father.

The Aaron you knew would've wanted to see you and his three kids right away, and you were right too. He wanted to see Jack right away. So that's when you needed to step up and be strong for everyone. Be strong for Jack who was sure to have questions.

When you walked into the hospital room with Jack, you didn't miss the way Aaron looked at Jack, not realizing who he was then quickly recovering when Jack said, "Hey Dad!"

Jack said, "I want mom to stay here with us, that's okay, right dad?"

"Yeah. Of course it's okay."

Jack pulled up a chair next to Aaron's bedside and you saw the way Aaron was trying to piece together bits and pieces of the information Jack was telling him. Aaron doesn't remember the last 5 years of his life.

You know how scary it had to be for Aaron. He's talking to his teenage son who he doesn't remember being a teenager. He had to sit in a room with his wife that he didn't remember.

After leaving the hospital that night, Jack had a lot of questions. You had to sit at the dinner table with him answering everything you could. You were a doctor and Jack knew that. He knew that you knew what was really going on with his dad.

You didn't want to tell him that his father hadn't remembered the last 5 years of his life, but you had to because you didn't want to lie. You might have to rebuild this life with Aaron and hope that he falls back in love with you.

The Aaron with amnesia was a single father to Jack, the old Aaron, the Aaron that you had 24 hours ago was a husband and a father to three children.

The next week was hard on everyone. Aaron came home from the hospital and he decided it was best to live with one of his team members, especially since he didn't remember you and your twins.

That was hard on you. Aaron was shutting you out when all you wanted to do was help him. You can't blame him, but you're heart broken. Jack moved out of the house temporarily to move into Dave's with his Dad.

That was a talk Dave had with Jack. You couldn't be there for it because you didn't want to lose Jack and now your twins were missing their big brother.

Dave decided that since all Aaron remembers was raising Jack and by this, the team's hoping that he'll start remembering everything with this help, but not rushing him into his home with his wife and all the kids, especially when he didn't remember them.

Another week had gone by and it was the first week that you were home alone with the twins. You could take care of them, that wasn't the problem, but it messed up everyone's routine not having Aaron and Jack there.

Every night, Aaron would read the twins a book while they got ready for bed.

Sophia spoke up one night that made you break down in the room by yourself.

"Mommy, Can Daddy call us to read us our story?"

Tommy brought the book and your phone to you and you had to come up with a distraction to get them into bed.

That was a rough night, when your twins had noticed that Aaron had cut off communication with them. Aaron always read them a story, whether he was physically here with them, or he called them.

When your phone started ringing, you were concerned when it was Jack calling you. He had only texted up until this point.

"Jackers, what's going on?"

Your twins were trying to push you out of the way and said, "Jack! Jack!"

"Hey Sophia, Hey Tommy. I know it's your bed time, can I read you your book?"

They started clapping and you smiled at the phone. You were so proud of your son. You know he was struggling not being around his siblings. He loved his little siblings so much. We'll see what happens when he's a teenager but for now, he loved them.

Jack started reading the book and in the background, you saw Aaron slowly stop whatever he was doing. You felt like you were watching the pieces of the past 5 years of his life start to connect.

Your heart nearly stopped for a moment when he looked over at Jack and the phone. You thought he was going to walk over but then he continued whatever it was he was doing before hand.

When Jack finished the book, the twins had already fallen asleep. You told Jack you loved him and that you'd talk to him tomorrow to let him finish up his homework and relax before he had to get to bed.

When you said goodbye to your son, kissed Tommy and Sophia goodnight, you went to your room and cried. You wanted your husband back. You were upset he shut you out during his recovery. You wanted nothing more than to be there for him, but he didn't want you there. It hurt. It hurt really bad.

You grabbed a tub of ice cream and turned on a movie. You didn't care what you watched, you just wanted something to distract you from your life.

When you heard a "mom" come from right outside your room, you didn't recognize your twins' voices, that was a voice you hadn't heard in person in 2 weeks.

"Jackers"

Jack rushed into your room and jumped onto your bed, just like when he was a little kid. He hugged you so tight and told him how much he missed you.

"Jack, how did you - What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at Uncle Dave's house."

"I brought him home."

You looked towards your doorway and Aaron was standing there. You got up from bed and Aaron said, "When Jack was reading that book, everything clicked for me. That was the book I was supposed to read to Tommy and Sophia every night before they go to bed. Everything caught up to me all at once. I remember the bomb going off two weeks ago. I remember being thrown against the wall and hitting my head. I remember just praying to whoever would listen that I would be okay so I could get home to you and our three kids."

You immediately wrapped your arms around Aaron and broke down crying. You missed him, but you finally had your husband back.

"I'm sorry I pushed you away. I'm sorry that I wasn't more careful at work. I knew I had to get home to you and the kids and I saw everything flash before my eyes. I thought I was going to die right there."

You couldn't hear it anymore so you finally kissed him to shut him up. It was a long-awaited kiss. One with love and passion and apologies filled with it.

"Your twins really miss you. Let's go wake them up."

As you watched Aaron wake up Tommy and Sophia, they immediately yelled "daddy" and jumped into his arms. Aaron needed that reunion, the twins needed that reunion, Jack needed that reunion, and you needed that reunion. Your family was back together again. Once the twins were read their bedtime story by Aaron, they quickly fell asleep again, you two said goodnight to Jack and then you and your husband were off to your bedroom to spend the rest of the night in his arms.