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Promise Me

Summary: When Rex made that promise to Jesse, he didn’t think that he would ever have to keep it.

Pairing: Jesse x AFAB!Reader, Rex x AFAB!Reader

Warnings/Tags: 18+, MINORS DNI!; Smut, PiV, AFAB Reader, Fingering, Oral (male and female receiving), Armor kink, soft dom Jesse, Canon-typical violence, Canon death, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Order 66, Happy Ending

Word Count: 8692

A/N: My first finished fic! I tried to publish another Jesse WIP last month but it needed more time and I got distracted by this idea. Not sure if anyone will read this but I’m glad it’s done and I’m just going to put in out there into the tumblr void. Any feedback is welcome!

It was his first day as an ARC trooper. You knew he hadn’t slept at all the night before, tossing and turning beside you. You had tried your best to soothe him after he woke you up for the second time. You wrapped your arms around his waist and tugged him into you. He turned so he could hold you back and, when he pulled you into his chest, he clutched onto you like a man lost at sea.

“You’re going to be great.” You whispered into the solid darkness of the night, an indication that it was late enough that the moons had already set.

“Fives was great.” He whispered back, his voice choked.

“And you will be too.”

He didn’t argue with you, even though you knew he wanted to say something else. Instead, he held his tongue and tucked his head into your neck, breathing heavy against your skin. He didn’t fall asleep but at least he could rest.

...

Now, you waited. You chewed your lip and threw all your nervous energy into dinner as you waited for him to come home. Two bantha steaks and a taba leaf salad practically assembled themselves while you fussed over ingredients, unsure of what your hands were even doing. You knew he would make a great ARC. You and Jesse had dated for almost three years now and you saw all of the amazing things that he never liked to give himself credit for, like the way he looked after his brothers, the way his leaders asked for his advice on their plans, and the way he could always come up with a creative solution with a smile on his face, whether it was on the battlefield or for a problem you were having. But you also knew the GAR was unforgiving and that Jesse had been through a lot lately. Losing Tup and Fives had taken a toll on the quick-witted and joyful man. His jokes came a little slower and his smile didn’t always meet his eyes anymore. You just wanted him to have something good, something for him to look forward to again.

You requested the day off ages ago, knowing that you could make it a nice evening for him. You cleaned the small apartment that you shared. Technically, it was yours since you lived there before you even met Jesse. There was also the unspoken fact that his name couldn’t be on the lease, but he lived there as much as you did. You put on a nice sundress that you knew he would like and bought flowers for the small dining table that sat in the corner of your kitchen. Anything you thought would make him smile.

So waiting was all that there was left to do. You were nervously rearranging silverware on the dinner table when your ears pricked up at the sound of fingers tapping on the keypad outside your door. You held your breath as he punched in the numbers.

The door slid open with its usual groan and Jesse burst through. A grin stretched from ear to ear. Warm wrinkles fanned out from the corners of glinting, golden eyes and your riduur whooped as he stepped through the doorway. Relief rushed through your body, making your knees wobble just the slightest bit.

Jesse crossed from the doorway to the kitchen in just three strides. He wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up by the waist. He carried you a step back into the middle of the room, away from any furniture. Holding you out, he spun you around, his kama lifting up with your legs. You let out a yelp as he laughed.

“Jesse!” You looked wildly around as he lowered your feet to the ground, stunned to find that he had miraculously avoided knocking anything over.

“That’s ARC Trooper spatial awareness.” He smirked, still holding you in his arms.

“You’re still the same man who broke the cleaning droid last week.“ You tapped an accusatory finger on his armored chest.

“That was on the droid.” Jesse rolled his eyes. “Stupid pile of bolts.”

You shook your head but didn’t care enough to tease him any more. Instead, you took a step back to look over the man before you. He saw your inspection and put another step between you to show off his new armor with pride. His hand went to his hip, just above his kama. He tilted them, sending the panels swaying. Your eyes traveled up to his shoulders, finding the new dark blue and silver pauldrons that your arms had just been wrapped around. Jesse always looked handsome. His sharp jawline, amber eyes, and bright smile could still send your head spinning if you stared at him too long, even after all these years. There was something about this armor though. Maybe it was the way the new pieces accentuated his broad shoulders or the command that he suddenly carried himself with, but a heat started to grow between your legs as you admired him.

“So?” His grin widened and he shifted under your lingering gaze.

“You look good.” You smiled devilishly as your eyes grazed up and down the man before you.

“Come here.” Jesse pulled you back into his arms, matching the look in your eye.

His lips landed on you and as he begged entrance into your mouth, he picked you up again. Tongues danced as he guided your legs around his hips. His fingers dug into the fine skin along your thighs as your dress rode up to your waist. Without untangling his tongue from yours, he began to carry you in the direction of the bedroom.

“Jesse, dinner?” You asked, breaking the kiss with regret. You didn’t really care about the food but you did worry that he was starving from a long day.

“It looks lovely but it can wait.” He nipped at the soft skin along your neck as he fumbled with the bedroom door behind you. “The chef looks more delicious.”

His attention never left your neck as he carried you through the doorway and made his way to your bed. It wasn’t the first time he’d found his way blindly through your bedroom and he proved his skill by sucking a small purple mark onto your pulse point while he guided you gently to your bed.

He sat you down on the edge of the mattress. His attention immediately turned to your clothing as he grasped the hem of the sundress that had bunched around your waist. He whisked it over your head. Jesse groaned as he realized you weren’t wearing a binder. His fingers trailed back down your arms, restraining himself just for a moment as he admired your breasts. He brought one thumb to your left tit and ran the rough pad of his glove along the sensitive skin just below your nipple. Jesse bit his lip as he watched the skin pearl. Then, as if he couldn’t hold himself back any longer, he unleashed himself on you. He began to pinch and tweak the nipple he had been gently teasing and he swooped down to take your other nipple in his mouth. His tongue danced circles around it as his teeth gently grazed you. You let out a soft breath of release as his ministrations sent ripples of desire to your core. At the sound, he raised his head and captured you in a kiss again.

Tenderly, he pushed you back on the mattress and chased you until you were resting just against the headboard. Knowing how you got annoyed when his armor would end up on the bed, Jesse turned his attention to the magnetic latches to rid himself of it. You frowned at the movement. As much as you enjoyed admiring Jesse’s god-like, naked form and even though the blaster smoke and dirt that were caked on the armor would usually bothered you, you weren’t ready to see it go away. In fact, you had other ideas.

“Leave it on.” You grinned at him as you laid your hand on his, stopping his movements.

“What?” He turned back to you, eyes wide.

“I like seeing you in your new armor.” You let your hand fall to the kama on his hip and, with a single finger, you began to trace your way along his groin.

“Oh, is that it?” His lust-blown eyes narrowed as he stilled above you, “You want this ARC Trooper to fuck you in his new gear?”

You nodded as he kneeled between your legs. He dropped the hand that had been working on the latches of his armor to your last piece of clothing. Jesse let out a groan as he saw the mess you had already made of the fabric. He pressed small circles against your clothed clit, making you moan and squirm before him. Then he took a single finger and pushed your soaking panties aside.

“Is my good little slut gonna make a mess of my shiny new kama?” He cooed as he ran the finger along the lips of your aching opening.

“Mhmm.” You bit your lip as you took a leg and began to lift it over your soldier's shoulder. “I bet I can think of a use for this pauldron too.”

“Fuck.” Jesse’s eyes blew out as he brought his lips to the inside of the knee that now rested over him. “You’re a fucking dream. You know that?”

You moaned as he sunk a wide finger into you. It was only then that you realized he hadn’t taken off his gloves. The friction of the fabric was a new sensation and it felt absolutely filthy. You sunk down in the pillow behind you and lifted your leg higher around his pauldron, looking for more. He chuckled at your quiet desperation.

“Patience.” Jesse ordered as he added a second finger to your desperate slit. “I’ll take care of you, cyare.”

He pulled himself completely onto the bed and then lowered himself to his elbows, between your legs. With the hand that wasn’t fucking you, he gripped your free leg and slung it over his silver pauldron.

“Couldn’t think of a better use.” His voice was husky as he winked at you.

You started to smile at his cheek but Jesse’s tongue found your clit and he began to draw small circles around it that made you throw your head back.

“Eyes on me, mesh’la.” He abandoned your sweetest spot to nip your inner leg again.

You turned your gaze to meet his amber eyes. He fell back to your core, lapping at your clit and building the pressure he knew you loved as he slowly fucked you with his two fingers.

As your sounds of pleasure grew and you began to rock against his hand, he added a third finger, stretching you. He thrust harder into you, finding that sweet, spongy spot he knew so well, as he began to suck on your mound. The pressure that had been building in your stomach began to come in waves and you started to beg.

“Please, please Jesse.”

You didn’t know why you were begging. He always made you cum. But you needed to feel it, to feel him. He knew it too and with one motion of his fingers, he sent you over the edge. The pressure snapped and you stiffened as you brought a hand to his head and called out his name.

He kept his lips pressed to you as you rode out your orgasm on his fingers. As you came down from your high, he slowly and almost regretfully pulled his fingers from you. Licking one last line along your lower lips, Jesse drank up your taste. He pulled himself to his knees, a wild grin across his face.

“At least one of these has to go.” He pulled his codpiece from his body without taking his eyes off of you.

His chest heaved as you lifted yourself to him, your head coming up to the level of his cuirass. You palmed his newly released hard length through his body glove. He groaned and brought his hands to yours, gently pushing them aside so he could retrieve his cock. He pulled out his thick member and pumped it a few times, smearing leaking pre-cum down his shaft. Jesse’s cock never ceased to amaze you and, suddenly, you wanted to taste him. You made a mental note to give him a blowjob in his new kama. Right now though, your empty cunt clenched around nothing as you admired him and you ached to feel him inside you.

“Jesse, I need you.” You begged again.

“Anything for you, cyare.” He softly pressed you back to the bed.

He propped himself up on one arm as he leaned over you. His broad form always made you feel small in his arms but right now, with his armor on, he towered, trapping you in the most thrilling way against your mattress. With his other hand, he guided his cock to your opening. He ran his wide tip along you, circling your clit for a moment and making you mewl at the sensation. Then he pressed his head between your folds. As he brought his other arm up to cage you into the pillow, he slid home.

“Jesse.” You murmured, pressing your head into his neck. “Feels so good.”

“I know, cyare.” He gave you a moment to adjust to his size.

It didn’t matter how many times he fucked you, you always needed a second to adjust to the stretch of his cock. Soon though, you began to wiggle your hips against him, cool plastoid pushing back on you as you lifted up to meet him. He understood your meaning and began to move, thrusting in and out to meet your hips. He slid an arm into the small of your back, angling you up so he could reach your deepest, most sensitive spots. You let out a cry as his cock pressed against your walls. At the sound, Jesse captured your lips in his and a mess of tongues tangled together for just a moment. In the next moment, he sat up, pulling your hips into his lap so he could reach even deeper, bottoming out with a groan. His thumb found your clit as he pulled you into him again and again. His fingers threatened to leave bruises on your hips and the angles of the armor pressed against you but the sharp sensations only heightened the feelings of pleasure.

Soon you were at the precipice again. Your legs shook and you clamped down on him as you grew closer and closer. Jesse gritted his teeth as pulling out became harder and began to thrust without mercy, his attention on your clit never letting up.

“Look at that, mesh’la.” He growled.

You followed his eyes as best you could in your dazed and cockdumb state. He was staring at where you came together. His body glove was soaked with your slick and it had spread to the edges of his brand new kama. The fresh gear now glistened from what he was doing to you and the pool grew with every plunge of his cock.

With that image, the coil in your stomach snapped and you came again. Jesse swore as you clamped down on him and let out your own cry. As you came down from your orgasm, your walls still spasmed around him. Euphoria wrapped around your body in a warm hug and you grasped his pauldrons, pulling him down so you could be closer to your love. You felt his thrusts begin to become uneven.

“Jess,” You murmured as your hands fell to his hips to stop him.

His eyes shot to yours in stunned protest but you pushed him over so you lay on top of him, letting him slide out of you. Before he could mutiny, you lifted yourself to your knees and crawled down his body. You gripped the edges of his kama as you licked a long stripe down his aching cock.

“Mesh’la.” He choked on the word.

“Use me, Jesse,” You smiled up at him before you took him in your mouth.

As your lips sunk down on his cock, he groaned. He lifted one hand to your hair and carefully gathered it in his hand. His eyes never left yours as he gently pumped your head up and down his cock. His hips started to lift as he slowly let himself loose control and began to fuck your face. You let your jaw relax and drool gather along his member, taking him down your throat with every thrust. You looked up at the man, loving the wild look on his face and the wonder in his blown-out eyes as he watched you.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” He slurred the words, “I love you so fucking much.”

His hips began to stutter, his mouth formed an ‘O’, and his string of praises became a guttural groan as, with one final thrust upward, he came, spurting salty ropes of cum down your throat.

You quickly swallowed his mess before you gently let his softening, sensitive cock drop from your mouth. He scrambled to pull you up into his arms, laying you out on his chest and pressing sweet, small kisses all over your face. You pressed yourself against the solid plastoid, smiling at the marks and trails you had left on it. But the angles of the armor no longer offered a strange pleasure and you wanted to feel him now.

“Off.” You tapped on the armor.

“Make up your mind,” He teased as he drew circles in your arm. “What would the chef say to a shower and then dinner?”

“Dinner can wait a little longer.” You smiled.

In one move, Jesse sat up in bed and swept you up into his arms. You let out a yelp as you threw your arms around his pauldron. He kissed your forehead as he carried you to the shower.

...

Later that night, as you lay in bed, you finally got to hear about his day. Soft moon light spilled through the window across the room as you pressed your naked form to his. Jesse lay on his back, one arm around your shoulder as you curled into his side. You lay your head on his chest, your favorite spot to be.

“You should have heard Kix.” He shook his head. “That sheb made a scene. You would have thought he was a shiny meeting his first ARC.”

“That’s cute. Reminds me of you after he got his promotion to CMO”

“Yeah, yeah.”

You smirked at your riduur’s dismissal. You knew he loved Kix and that his excitement meant the world. There was only one other reaction besides yours and Kix’s that Jesse would have cared about.

“What did Rex say?” You asked as your finger danced across his broad, strong chest, tracing along the spaces between the scattered grey and purple scars.

“You know Rex.” Jesse rolled his eyes. “He didn’t say anything but he was happy. I could tell.”

“No doubt he was proud.”

“Yeah,” He stared up at the ceiling with a soft and satisfied smile. “I know he was.”

...

You watched your ARC trooper as you worked on the hull of a malfunctioning gunship. It was an overheated engine that had shorted out an electrical circuit, a repair job you could do in your sleep at this point, and that gave you some room to let your thoughts wander. Currently, they were wandering across the hangar to a certain set of pauldrons that you could still imagine your legs being slung over. While a shiver ran down your spine thinking of the night before, Jesse, on the other hand, was entirely focused and oblivious to your attention. He had his helmet tucked under his arm as he stood over a holotable, pointing out strategic waypoints to the squad under his charge. You grinned a little wider as you watched him give commands. It gave you ideas.

“You ogling my men again?” The voice over your shoulder was stern but the elbow that landed in your side was playful.

Yours and Jesse’s relationship was an open secret among the 501st. Technically, it was against the rules but you weren’t the only mechanic or civilian employee of the GAR to get caught up in a romance with one of the handsome soldiers of the Republic. Most hid it from their superior officers out of an abundance of caution but Captain Rex was different. He was the first clone you had ever met and he had actually introduced you to Jesse on that first day you had been assigned to their legion. There was no point in hiding it from him. The moment you and Jesse had laid eyes on each other, you were both in love and Rex could see it. He always joked that he knew he had lost his new mechanic as soon as Jesse had gotten his grubby hands on her. Still, you were respectful of the fact that he was guarding your secret and both you and Jesse tried your hardest to never put the Captain in a bad position. You never snuck off into closets during work hours and always waited a block away from the hangar to walk home together. Although, occasionally, you would eat lunch with the Torrent boys and, even though it felt harmless enough to sit next to Jesse in the mess, you would catch Rex’s eyes lingering on the two of you. In those moments, you would wonder at the pressure he was under to keep your secret and feel a little extra grateful for him.

“Can’t help it.” You giggled as you glanced up to find Rex beside you, bucket by his side, before you turned your gaze back to Jesse. “He looks good, doesn’t he?”

“He’s a natural.” Rex smiled, following your eyes to the ARC trooper. “Honestly, he should have done it years ago but I didn’t want to give up my Lieutenant.”

“Who knew you were a softie, Rex?” You quirked an eyebrow at the clone Captain.

“Keep it between us, yeah?” He grinned back at you.

“It’ll be our secret.” You winked before your attention drifted to the damaged ship before you.

You immediately began to fuss with wires again, back at work too quickly to see the hitch in Rex’s breathing or the way his eyes fell on your lips at the words our secret. By the time you turned to him to speak again, he was gone, high-stepping halfway across the durasteel hanger. You frowned after him for a moment, wondering what had pulled him away so quickly, but you began to drift in your carelessness. Two wires that shouldn’t have crossed started to spark in your hands. You cursed and pulled them apart, all other thoughts chased from your mind.

...

It was only a few months later that you were hiding with the Lawquanes. Word had reached you quickly of the Republic’s fall and their house was always the plan.

“If anything ever happens, if I can make it out, I’ll meet you on Saleucami.” Jesse always swore to you on late nights before particularly dangerous missions. He would make you repeat the plan over and over again until you had memorized the time and designation number of every flight between the two planets. It always felt excessive to you but he was insistent.

So when news came over the comms that the Jedi had fallen and the Republic was gone, you knew what to do. While the rest of the planet reeled in the chaos of sudden peace, you were on the first transport off of Coruscant that evening and knocking on the familiar farm door by the next morning. To their everlasting credit, Cut and Suu weren’t surprised to see you and they never hesitated to welcome you in. You spent three nights with Suu and Cut as they hushed your fears and assured you that Jesse would be walking through the front door at any moment. Rex showed up instead.

He didn’t arrive by the front door. Instead, he waited until Cut went out to collect his herd. Ever cautious, he had to make sure Cut wasn’t compromised. It took hours for Cut to convince him and, even though the deserter insisted the house was safe, Rex still came in through the back entrance, hand ready at his waist. He caught you and Suu off guard as you stood around the dim kitchen assembling dinner. His golden eyes found you immediately and then, just as quickly, he couldn’t look at you.

“Rex,” The knife you held clattered to the floor.

You rushed across the kitchen, your hands reaching him out for him to be sure that he wasn’t a ghost.

“Rex,” You pleaded as you clutched his arms. Your fingernails dug into him around his armor harder than you intended, but he never flinched. “Rex, where is he?”

You peered behind him at the wide open door. A single silhouette, clearly recognizable as Cut, stood in the gaping hole.

“Rex?” You turned back to the man who still couldn’t look at you.

“Rex.” You whispered one last time.

Only then did you sink to your knees.

You heard wailing and you wondered at the noise for a moment. It was hard to breathe with how loud it was in the room. Then you realized the wailing was you.

“I'm sorry,” Rex’s voice whispered softly in your ears.

You realized then that he was kneeling beside you on the ground and his arms were around you. He held you pressed to his chest, trying his best to comfort you, though your body still shook as you wept. You hung on to him if only to keep yourself from completely crumpling. A teardrop hit your arm that you realized wasn’t yours. You looked up to see silent tears pouring down Rex’s face. Any hidden hope left you in that moment and your heart, which had shattered at Rex’s solitary appearance, evaporated completely from your chest. You knew beyond a doubt. Your riduur was gone. Jesse was dead.

“I’m so sorry. I… I couldn’t save him.” His voice broke before he repeated the words. “I couldn’t save him.”

...

The wind whipped and tugged at your clothing as you stood before the graves. Tears came in single, silent trails down your face. You had sobbed for hours and hours in between Rex’s arrival and this journey. The tears still came but you had nothing else left to give.

Jesse’s helmet stood out among the orange and blue, his cog staring at you like a single, unseeing eye. You had fallen to your knees before it and brought your hands to clutch the sides, as you had often clutched it as it rested on his head. You pulled yourself up to your highest kneeling height and pressed your forehead against its cold plastoid.

“Ner ka’ra, ner kar’am, ner kar’ta, ner riduur.” You whispered as you focused on the helmet in your hands and conjured up the many, sweet memories of the man who wore it. “Urcye mhi.”

After what felt like just a moment, you stood. Your knees suddenly screamed at the abuse of the stiff ground and you realized you might have been there with Jesse’s helmet for longer than you thought. Behind you, Rex gave you space but you could still feel his presence. He hadn’t said much after he had told you what had happened to Jesse. As you sat stunned at his story of chips and brain-washing, you asked him if he could take you to the moon. He nodded and, although you later realized that he could have thought of a million reasons for why it was a bad idea to come back, he brought you straight here. You turned to him now. His eyes were glazed over as he looked at the helmets and you knew he was seeing the face of every man that he had buried here.

“Nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la.” You spoke the words softly as you joined him at his side, pausing for one last look at the memorial.

“I never told him how proud I was of him.” Rex stared with empty eyes at the one helmet that seemed to keep pulling you both back to it.

You swallowed the last of your tears. You turned to the Captain, taking in the man as he stood before the last of his legion. You took his hand in yours. He clutched you without even thinking about it.

“I promise you that you did, Rex. He knew you well enough that you did in so many ways.”

...

Rex didn’t speak again until you were both sitting in the cockpit, preparing the ship to leave the moon before anyone detected your presence.

“What’s next for you?” The words were quiet and serious

“What do you mean?” You asked, genuinely confused as you looked up from the datapad's flight checklist.

“Where do you want to go? I’ll take you anywhere.” He swivled the pilot’s chair towards you. “You have family or friends somewhere that can keep you safe? Maybe an outer rim planet?”

“Rex, I’m not leaving you.” You slowly put down the datapad and crossed your arms.

“I don’t know where I’m going.”

“We can figure it out together.”

“That’s not an option. The Empire thinks I’m dead now but there’s still a war going on and I’ve got enough life in me to put up a good fight.” His jaw set as he spoke, “It won’t be safe for you.”

“Who said I wanted to be safe? I want to fight too.” Your heart began to pound and your voice started to raise as panic at the idea of suddenly being all alone set in. You knew you could make it, if it came to that. You were alone for a long time before you got hired on with the 501st and met Jesse. Right now though, you wanted to stay with Rex.

“I don’t know what this fight is going to look like. I can’t take you with me. It's not safe.” His own tone met yours and he was coming dangerously close to yelling as he repeated his protest.

“I can either go with you or I can go out on my own.” You leaned back in your chair, your mind made up. “It’s up to you.”

Promise me, Rex heard a voice whisper. He sighed as he raised a hand to his forehead to massage his temples. He knew better than to test your determination. He had served with many civilians in the GAR but he’d never met one as stubborn or as gutsy as you. It was something that both he and Jesse had fallen in love with.

“Alright, we’ll stick together.” He mumbled, turning back to the ship’s preparations.

“Thank you,” You reached over and clasped a hand over his as it rested on the joystick.

He felt his heart skip a beat as your soft hand held his rough, calloused one. Aruetii, he silently cursed himself. Traitor in so many ways. Your hand released him, taking up the datapad again, and he let himself exhale.

“Besides,” You gave the clone a small smile, prompting muscle movement you hadn’t felt in days. “I’ve been around you long enough to know that you need a good mechanic.”

A ghost of his own smile drifted over Rex’s lips as he gave you a small roll of his eyes. He quickly busied himself with the ship's gears but the smile lingered on his face.

...

You and Rex had been on the run for almost two years now. You helped Rex free many clones and you’d found a small network of other fighters to join in a fight against this new Empire. The Martez sisters, Ahsoka, the Bad Batch, and Gregor all crossed your path from time to time and it was always good to see them.

Most of the time though, it was just you and Rex. You never discussed your partnership. It had become an unspoken agreement. And Rex certainly never made mention of any promise but he thought of it every night as he sat up during his shift on watch. It became his mission and his mantra. He had failed his men but he could protect you, he told himself as you slept, his eyes frequently wandering over to your quiet form. He didn’t know that you were watching him too, in your own way. He didn’t know that you saw the way he always made sure that there was caf on the ship, even if rations were low, because he knew that you liked to start your day with it or that he always took second watch just so he could make your morning cup. You saw the way he had traded his datapad to make sure you had a blaster and you saw the quiet patience that he gave day after day to train you with it. You saw the way his pulse quickened when you were pressed into alleyways together, hiding from enemies in pursuit. You even saw some of the things you had missed before, like the way he had always looked at you wasn’t the way friends look at each other. It wasn’t long after the two year mark when you realized you were looking at him in the same way. You thought maybe you should hate yourself for that. He was Jesse’s brother, after all. So you tucked that feeling away into corners of your heart that you didn’t go to any more.

A few months later, you sat with Rex at the small holo table you occasionally ate at, when time allowed you enough rest to sit down for a meal. This was one of those times. You had finished dinner about an hour ago. It had been a simple meal of protein bars, but you had scored some Corellian whiskey during your last ration run so now the two of you sipped on the sweet liquor from mismatched, plastoid glasses. Rex had brought out cards with the whiskey and you were trying your hardest to stumble through a game of sabacc. You felt like you were doing better than normal. At least, the pile of bolts that you used to place bets was bigger than usual but Rex’s face betrayed nothing.

You had fallen into a comfortable silence. The only sounds were the clatter of the dice and the quiet announcements of your moves. You stared over the top of your cards at Rex and smiled softly at the way he chewed his lip as he considered his hand. He had stripped his armor off from the top down, clad only in his black body glove above the waist. It was a warm night. You had on a bandeau top wrap around your chest and long, wide leg pants that floated around your ankles when you walked. Your gaze drifted from your companion to the small durasteel ship surrounding the both of you, the one that had become home. Behind Rex, the starlit night sky of this quiet and distant moon peered at the two of you through the viewport. It was bright enough that you didn’t need any other light (and leaving lights on was a bad idea anyways, you learned a long time ago). Your eyes fell back on the man across from you and you felt your heart swell. Dangerous thoughts began to rumble in your mind. Pushing them away, you settled on the feeling of gratitude. You let it overwhelm you. Putting your cards down with a sigh, you lifted your glass to your lips.

“You know, I never said thank you.” You finally spoke after the whiskey burned its way down your throat.

“For what?” Rex’s eyes snapped from his cards to you, a deep curiosity suddenly written across his furrowed brow.

“For letting me tag along.” You murmured as you swirled the liquid in your glass, letting it catch the starlight through the clear plastoid. “You could have refused. After everything you went through, you could have told me to go to hell.”

“No…” His voice trailed off as his eyes slid out of focus, still affixed to your face but staring somewhere far away. He placed his cards facedown on the table.

“I mean it, Rex. You had bigger problems than some sad mechanic but you let me stick around. You could have left me.” You shrugged as you set the glass down and turned your attention back to the man across from you.

“No, I couldn’t have.” He shook his head, “I promised.”

“What?”

Then he told you about the promise.

...

“Rex, promise me.”

“Jesse, I'm not making you a promise like that.” He bit back at his brother.

His stomach churned at the idea. They sat on Jesse’s bunk in their barracks on Mandalore. They were waiting on Ahsoka’s next orders after her debrief with General Kenobi. Rex was fully dressed in his armor, his helmet ready at his side. Jesse was still only clad from the waist down. He had puked as soon as he had made it back to the barracks, first emptying his stomach and then dry-heaving in a trashcan for 30 minutes. Some of it lingered around his collar. Jesse didn’t seem to care. Rex had seen this look in men before. He had just never expected to see it in Jesse and he didn’t like it.

“Please.” Jesse’s wide eyes bore into him.

“You’re going to be fine.” He didn’t say anything about the other part of the promise, the one he would make in a heartbeat but couldn’t bring himself to consider because it would mean that Jesse was gone and that he was… was what? A replacement? A poor substitute? Was he just supposed to follow her around like a sad puppy dog, a reminder of what she would have lost and he could never have? It would be unbearable for both of them.

“Rex, I need to hear it. When I was down there in those sewers, all I could think was what would happen to her if I died? I need to know someone is going to look after her and I want it to be you.” His vod begged him.

“Jesse…”

“Promise me.”

“Alright!” Rex snapped as he surrendered to Jesse’s pleas. “I promise that, if anything happens to you - which it’s not going to - I’ll look after her.”

“And you swear you’ll go to Saleucami to get her?”

“I swear.”

“Thank you.”

The ARC Trooper’s shoulders visibly sank as tension fled them and he let out a sigh at his Captain’s promise. His attention suddenly landed on his soiled top and he frowned in disgust. He quickly stripped the body glove from his top half and turned to his trunk to pull out a replacement. Rex let out his own sigh, relieved at the change in his vod. He patted him on the shoulder as he stood.

“Just relax, Jesse. You and her are going to live long and happy lives together when this is all done.”

...

You felt tears well in your eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me that before?” Jesse’s worry for you was both a pang in your chest and a warm blanket that embraced you. You simultaneously felt both his absence and his presence.

“I didn’t want you to think I was sticking around just because of a promise. I would have anyways, in the end. I think Jesse knew that.”

“He knew you well.” You paused. “Why then?”

“Why what?”

“Why else would you stick with me?”

Silence.

“Rex?”

“You don’t know yet?” His eyes pleaded with you as you pressed him to reveal his last, most closely guarded secret.

You reached forward and placed your hand on his. You knew what you were asking him but you needed to know you weren’t crazy. You needed him to say it.

“Please, I want to hear it, Rex.” You whispered.

He sighed and stared at the holotable. His hand limp was under yours, as if he were afraid to move it because he didn’t know what it might do.

“I love you. I have since the moment we met. But I saw how happy you and Jesse made each other and I would have died rather than get in the way of that.” Rex took a shaky breath before he continued. “When I promised him I’d take care of you, I thought he was just upset after Maul took him. I never actually thought I’d have to go to Saleucami to find you. Never thought we could be on the run together.”

“But why didn’t you leave me?”

“If it had been up to me, I would have found you somewhere safe and hid you far away from this mess. Maybe that would have been better. But nowhere felt safe and I know you well enough to know that you meant it when you said you weren’t going to stay out of it. The only way I could keep you safe, the only way I could keep my promise, was to keep you near me.”

“You have no idea…” He stopped himself, turning away from you before he could keep speaking. “I hoped my feelings would go away, that maybe closeness would erase the shine of it. But, mesh’la, I’ve fallen more in love with you every day. So, yes, I would have looked after you anyways but I kept you with me because of that promise. It gave me purpose after losing all of my men. And I keep that promise to honor him. I keep it even though I am in love with you and all I can think when you look at me is that you must see the man you love and that must be so kriffing awful for you.”

You realized you were squeezing his hand in a grip that was sure to leave marks. Jesse knew, was all you could think. He knew that, if something happened, we would need each other. For the first time in a long time, you looked at Rex without guilt.

“Do you want to know what I see when I look at you, Rex?”

He didn’t move. He didn’t even turn his eyes to you.

“I see the man that has saved so many of his brothers from an evil regime. I see a man so earnestly dedicated to freedom that it inspires a whole army of rebels. I see a man whose passion for justice is going to bring this empire to its knees. I see blonde hair that’s a little uneven but you keep letting me shave it anyways. I see stubble on the cheeks of a man who misses a lot of things about the GAR but enjoys not feeling like he has to shave every day. I see the light in your eyes when you teach me the rules to sabacc and the patience it takes for you to teach me how to shoot.”

You tugged on his hand. His amber eyes turned to you, starlight dancing on golden flecks.

“Yes, I see your brother but I see all of your brothers and how tirelessly you love them. Rex, when I look at you, I do see the man I love but the only man I see is you. I love you.”

Rex suddenly stood up, jolted by your words. Before you could even register his movement, he was in front of you, dropping to his knees with a clatter of plastoid armor hitting durasteel floor. Slowly, his hands rose to your face. His calloused palms pressed themselves to your cheeks and fell along your jawline as he held you before him.

“Say that again.” He stilled entirely as he waited for your words.

“I love you, Rex.”

He stood once more, this time taking you with him. As you both rose, he pressed his warm, full lips to yours. You melted into the kiss. One hand stayed pressed to your cheek while the other fell to your waist, pulling you flush to him. You needed more of the man who you had ached for for so long. You let your tongue swipe across his bottom lip and beg for entrance. He let you in with a small moan. For all the suddenness of Rex’s movements, the kiss was slow and passionate. His tongue found yours like it was seeking a home. You felt his other hand come back to your face and he gently pulled away from you.

He stared at you with soft eyes and kiss-bruised lips. His gaze traveled over your face as you peered up at him, starry-eyed and waiting. He brushed hair from your face and swept it behind your ear.

“Mesh’la.” Rex whispered as he leaned in to press his forehead to yours. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” You reached up to caress his cheek, his skin soft beneath the stubble. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” He agreed, his head falling back so he could look into your eyes one more time.

With that, his lips found yours again. They were hungry this time, as if certainty brought a fierceness with it. Greedy tongues tangled together. He let his hands fall to your waist so he could pull you tight against him. Though his fingertips pressed into your skin, his hands didn’t move any further and you realized he was still holding back. You lowered your own hands to find the edges of his compression top. You ran your hand along them, letting them ride up above his waist and giving you access to his warm skin. You dragged your fingertips along his muscled core. He keened into your mouth at the ministrations. Feeling more bold, you began to tug at his shirt, rolling it up so you could slide it over his head. You broke your kiss for just a moment. Rex quickly discarded the shirt over his shoulder before devouring you again.

Spurred by your actions, Rex began to run his hands along your curves. He traced your silhouette with wide, resolute fingers. His touch sent heat pooling between your legs and it was time to move away from the holotable. You tugged him backward towards the small sleeping area that you shared, though your lips never left his. He spun you while you walked as one so he could slowly lead you down to the lower bunk of the beds you had shared for years. It had been his bunk but it didn't feel that way anymore.

Before he let you sink all the way to the thin mattress, he sat you on the edge of the bed, breaking your kiss. His hands came to your top and his eyes met yours in an unspoken question. You raised your hands to the fabric in answer. Rex’s hands quickly joined yours as he helped you unwrap your chest from the bandeau. He let out a curse as you came tumbling out from the quickly dismissed fabric.

Gently, he guided you back onto the bed, laying you out on the soft, worn sheets. Rex joined you, taking your seat on the edge of the bunk. He turned his attention to the armor he was still wearing. With lightning efficiency, he snapped each piece off and piled it on the floor. Just as quickly, his focus was back on you. He let his hands fall to your breasts, palming them and toying with your nipples before he continued tracing a path further south. He ran his fingers along the soft curve of your waist and down to your hips until he reached the seam of your pants. Dragging his hands across your skin until they sat at the top of the curve of your butt, he then hooked around the elastic and yanked your pants and underwear to your knees. He stripped them from you with his next move.

Rex let out a sigh as his eyes traveled back up your body, taking in your naked form. You reached up to tug at his lower bodysuit. He gave you a small smile at your impatience but he pulled them off his body and climbed into bed next to you.

You pressed yourself to him, drinking in the sensation of his bare skin on yours. Your lips met again. He pulled away from you, placing kisses along the delicate skin of your neck. His kisses trailed their way down your body as he traced each rib with warm breath and parted lips. Finally his head was between your legs. He teased the soft skin of your thighs, nipping at them. As you began to grind your hips, looking for more friction, he pressed a wide hand to your stomach, holding you in place. Then he drew a long stripe up your core with his tongue. You moaned at the sensation.

He devoured you, drinking up all you could give him. He found your sensitive nub and sucked until your legs shook. His tongue plunged in and out of you. As you writhed beneath him, he brought his other hand to your sex and dragged one finger across your labia before he sunk it into your soaking center. He quickly added a second finger but you still needed more.

“Fuck me, Rex. Please.” You brought your hand to the face between your legs and dragged your thumb across his cheek.

With one last kiss pressed to your thigh, Rex sighed and nodded. He pulled himself up so he could lay on one elbow above you. His eyes were lust-blown but the sweet, watery look of love persisted. He leaned down to capture your lips in one more tender kiss.

Then, he slowly sank into you. His dark eyes never left your face, drinking in your every move and moan of pleasure. In spite of his preparation, the intrusion of his hard length still took your breath away. He stopped for a moment, letting you adjust to his size. As the stretch turned from uncomfortable to intoxicating, you nodded to him to let him know you were okay.

He deliberately pulled almost all the way out of you before sinking home again. Rex found a rocking pace and he pulled waves of bliss from you with his rhythm. You could feel every ridge of his member as he discovered new depths with every plunge. His head fell to your neck and he mumbled praises into your skin as his thrusts became deeper and faster. You rose to meet him, your peak quickly approaching. He could feel it too.

“Cum with me, mesh’la.” Rex commanded, his eyes narrowing as he fought against his own climax to find yours.

“Rex,” You cried out as you threw your arms around him.

“Cum.” He ordered as he buried himself in you with one last thrust.

There was a blinding light and a moment of rapture. Your walls spasmed around him as you came, shaking and crying out. He stuttered as he erupted, painting your insides white with ropes of his spend. He collapsed next to you, taking you with him and pulling you close. His cock softened inside of you. A hand came to your face.

“Mesh’la."

“Rex.” You leaned into his palm.

...

After your breathing stilled and he finally felt absolutely sure that this wouldn’t all evaporate into a dream if he stood up, Rex rose from the bed and shuffled to the fresher. You barely registered as he brought back a towel and cleaned you up. Just as quickly, he was back in bed by your side, pulling you into him.

In the early hours of that morning, as he played with the hair cascading down your back and watched the small rhythmic rise and fall of your chest, he thought of his vod and he was grateful for his promise.

Mando’a

Ner ka’ra, ner kar’am, ner kar’ta, ner riduur: My stars, my breath, my heart, my partner

Urcye mhi: We'll meet again

Aruetii: Traitor

Nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la: Not gone, merely marching far away

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image-thot · 3 years

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Echo, Jesse and dogma - Yandere Headcanons

Echo (pre bad batch)

Self-Sacrifice type.

"If it's for you I wouldn't mind dying" He finds himself saying in your direction as you prepare for battle

He thinks back to the first time he thinks such devoted thoughts about you, you were just recently assigned to the 501st and already had a lot of attention from both his brothers and the generals for your amazing skill on the field. He knew the other reasons why his brothers really ravished you with attention was because of your mouth dropping beauty.

It were at times like this was he glad he was an ark trooper, it made him stand out against his brothers. Especially when he did things for you, need a rescue? He’s already shooting those clankers for you. Need a hand sorting supplies? Already has the list memorised for you.

There is literally nothing he won’t do for you, he finds most of his time is spent with you or trailing after you.

He wants you to be happy and if that means giving up most if not all of his free time and devoting it to you he is more than happy to make the sacrifice. You mean the world to him, he hopes you love him in the same way but if not that’s ok.

Jessie

Stalker type.

He had been watching you work for hours, it was now one of his favourite past times. He loved everything about you, from the sway in your hips to the way you tell your favourite joke. He just can’t get enough of you.

Although he has talked to you plenty of times on mission, he has come to the terrible realization that he has zero ideas how to not talk shop. It is his go-to and with you he wants it to be so much more.

So taking a page from the recon book he decides to best observe and learn from afar before any future engaging physically with you.

At first, he thought it was going to be easy, and to his credit it was, watching you from afar on his off days while you went about your business blissfully unaware. It did make him slightly annoyed that you didn’t notice him, but he brushed it off as his skills being just that good.

He loves seeing what you do on your off time, he takes note of everything. He’s taken several photos of you off duty, he used to hang them around his bunk but the perverted comments of some of his brothers and questioning from superiors put a quick stop to it.

There is only so much time they spend off mission and recently he has been finding his patrol getting closer to your station. He does like to compromise his duties but you just look so beautiful when you work.

After a good portion of the night was spent drinking and dancing with your friends you have finally made it back to your apartment, barely managing to enter the code you stubble in closing the door behind you. As you make your way towards your room you toss off your heels and any other restrictive clothing item before you collapse onto your bed.

Your body had just started to drift into sleep before it startled you awake like it could sense someone was there. Your tired eyes scanned the dark room looking for anything that was out of place. Coming up empty your eyes slowly close, blissfully unaware of the man who lingered near your closet.

Dogma

Worship type

His love and loyalty to you were far more than anything he had felt towards any commanding office, obviously. He prides himself in following his commander’s orders but with you, it just feels like something so much more.

Yes with other commanders he followed their orders to the T, but that was any clone troopers job to do. But any order you gave felt like words spoken by a deity, and he was going to serve you in any way he could.

And so began his newfound duty, anything you said he would consider the gospel and any order or request made he would be first in line to complete them. His brothers never understood his resolve in following orders, he would normally just ignore them but when they ever mention you, he has started small brawls in the barracks for their disrespect.

Hardcase was the first to mention his “loyalty” was his way of crushing on a higher ranking cutie. His remark left him a blushing mess but nevertheless, he defended your honour from his ridiculous assumption that simply because of your looks you weren’t worth following. (which wasn’t Hardcase’s point but made him laugh at his obsessed brother)

He found himself stay late to help out with anything that you had left outstanding, haven’t filed those reports? Don’t worry someone of your rank shouldn’t concern yourself with that. Need someone to get you some caf? He’s on it.

Want him to stand watch while you have a secret meeting with Arc trooper fives? Sure, I mean he wasn’t going to judge you and was sure as hell going to wasn’t going to allow anyone else to. He wasn’t meant to know anyway but knew your orders would be clear regardless.

After a busy day filling out paperwork with the help of clone trooper Dogma had finally finished. Dismissing him with the complement of a job well done, you could have sworn you could hear the trooper give a joyous “yes” from behind the closed door.

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blxwjobsforclones · 4 years

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The thing -Hardcase x Reader x Fives

To my baby: @littlevodika (i was trying to introduce Jesse but i not good writting foursome :c) @hxldmxdxwn

@maulieber te tageo porque me caes to bien ok? ok

Warnings: A little bit of angst, some fluff and, of course, smut, specifically a thresoome.

Requests are open

"Hardcase has a thing for you" Fives yells at his girlfriend. They have been together for a long time now and she helped him before the acconteciments in Umbara. She was the doctor who saved Hardcase from the death after the explosion in the horrible planet.

"How is that my fault?" she yells back. She can’t believe that Fives is blaming her for Hardcase's feelings.

"You are always there for him, being a friend and nice" Fives yells.

"Do you even hear what you are saying?" she asks her voice dangerously soft at once. "I will stop being nice to people and break off all my friendships with men" she says sarcastically.

"That sounds like a good plan" Fives says narrowing his eyes at his girlfriend.

"If I can’t have any male friends while dating you, I rather not be dating you" Y/N tells the trooper in front of her.

"What are you saying?" Fives asks stepping closer to the woman in front of him. He loves her more than anything and right now he actually fears that he is losing her.

"We are done" she says. With her head held high she walks out of the room she shares with Fives wen he is in Coruscant.

When the door closes behind her the tears jump into her eyes and she sits back against the wall. She never thought that she and Fives would break up. He means the whole world to her but she can’t have a man tell her that she can’t be friends with people.

Fives steps out of the room and sees his girlfriend, or ex sitting next to the door. With a sign he sits next to her and wraps his arms around her.

"Tell me something. Why is it all of sudden that you me to stop being friends with Hardcase" she says. Her voice is soft and when she looks at him she sees that he has tears in his eyes to.

"Because he is in love with you and you two are getting closer every day and I am so scared that you are going to leave me for him" Fives says softly.

"You realize that this behavior is making me want to run away" she says.

"I know. But you can’t tell me you don’t feel anything for him" Fives says while looking into her eyes. Her face falls and she looks away from him. She does have feelings for Hardcase and she has been doing everything to stop feeling those things for him. She loves Fives more than anything in the world but right now everything is a mess.

"I can’t tell you that without lying" she whispers. She immediately starts crying again and Fives wraps his arms around her signs deeply.

"We will figure this out, as long as you love me. Just don’t walk away from me" he tells her sweetly.

Fives helps her stands up and walks her back into the shared room. He helps her sit on the bed and holds her until she stops crying.

"I love you, cyare" he says. The mando'a sounds too good in the lips of de Arc trooper. She nods her head and kisses his cheek.

Fives can’t stop thinking about a way to fix all of this. His friend and girlfriend need to get these feelings out of their system and he knows a way.

"I am going to get Hardcase" he says after he cleaned Y/N her face, which is wet with tears. "Why?" she asks. "I explain when he is here" Fives says.

He kisses her nose softly before he stands up and walks out of the room. This is going to be hard for him but it has to be done.

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When Fives steps back into the room with Hardcase on his heels Y/N is still sitting on the bed looking as confused as Hardcase does behind him.

"We have to talk" Fives says when he closes the door behind Hardcase who is standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.

"I know Hardcase has feelings for Y/N and that she returns those feelings" Fives states. "I need you two to get those out of your system" he adds.

"What are you saying, Fives?" Hardcase asks. Y/N is sitting completely silent on the bed looking at the two trooper in front of her, they were so equal in appearance, but at the same time so different, with their distinctive tattoos and haircuts that he didn't see how the facial features were the same. He saw them for what they were, the men who had seized his heart without warning...

She has no clue where Fives is going with this and she is to scared to ask him.

"I want you to have sex with my girlfriend while I am here" Fives says bluntly.

"What?!" Y/N yells at her boyfriend. Hardcase’s mouth is hanging open while looking at his vod.

"It will work" Fives says. He looks desperate. "Don’t tell me you don’t want to fuck my girlfriend?" he says to Hardcase.

"Of course I do, but Fives this could change everything" Hardcase says, completly shocked

"It won’t. Everything will go back to normal. You will stop having those feelings for my girlfriend and she will go back to only loving me" Fives defends his plan.

Hardcase and Y/N both know that fighting him on this won’t do any good. When Fives has an idea, how stupid it may be, it has to be executed.

Y/N nods her head at the men as a form on conformation that she is willing to go through with this, if they are.

Hardcase walks closer to the bed after Fives nods his head at his best friend. ‘I want Fives to join’ Y/N says when Hardcase is standing right in front of her. Both men’s eyes widen at her blunt statement. "I won’t do it, if you are just sitting there looking sad" she adds to Fives. He nods his head at removes the shirt from his body and Hardcase does the same.

Y/N removes her own shirt from her body. Hardcase’s eyes widen at the sight of her naked breasts.

Fives climbs on the bed and kisses his girlfriend while all Hardcase can do is watch her reactions to Five’s hand unbuttoning her jeans. With one swift movement the pants fly through the room.

Hardcase sits next to Y/N and takes on her breasts into his hand. A moan escapes her lips when his cold hand touches her hot naked skin.

Fives rolls next to her and starts’ pulling his own blacks off while Hardcase hovers above her and kisses her again. It is mostly tongue and teeth clattering because the kiss is so rough. His hand is moving it’s way down her body until it cups her mound.

"Please do something" Y/N begs the man on top of her. Hardcase smirks down at her and starts kissing is way down her body until he gets to her clothed pussy. With his teeth he rips the piece of fabric from her body.

He gives a soft kiss on her clit before he licks her up and down.

Fives is watching his brother eat out his girlfriend and a shiver runs down his spine. He never thought that the sight of the two most important people in his life doing this would turn him on this much. He touches his dick which is already red and swollen. A drip of pre-cum drops onto his thighs.

Y/N can’t stop moaning when Hardcase is happily licking away. The free hand is holding her down.

It doesn’t take him long to make her orgasm and with a loud scream she comes all over his tongue.

"She tastes amazing" Hardcase tells Fives. "I told you so" the arc trooper laughs softly. Hardcase’s face is glistening with her juice and Y/N moans at the sight of him.

"On your hands and knees, littlu'n" Fives commands her. He climbs of the bed so he can help her get into position.

"You take her mouth" Fives tells Hardcase with a stern look.

Fives stands behind his girlfriend and with a hiss he slits into her awaiting cunt. Y/N moans at the feeling of her boyfriend stretching her.

Hardcase moves in front of her and Y/N opens her mouth. She can’t wait to taste him. His dick is already so hard and angry looking. Pre-cum is smeared all over it.

When he pushes into her mouth, Fives removes him self from her pussy. The two trooper quickly find a nice rhythm. When Fives is inside of her, Hardcase is barely on her tongue and when Hardcase hits the back of her throat Fives is almost completely out her.

Their pace is hard and fast and Y/N barely has time to do anything but just take whatever the two of them are willing to give to her.

"Are you close?" Fives asks after a while. She can feel that he is getting closer because his trusts are getting sloppier with the minute. Only she can’t answer his question because of Hardcase in her mouth so she tries to nod her head.

Fives starts rubbing her clit in a faster manner and it doesn’t take long for her to come all around him. Her pussy spasming around his dick triggering Five’s orgasm. She moans around Hardcase and the vibrations of it make him cum to. When he goes limp he removes himself from her mouth.

"Swallow" Fives commands and as a good girl she swallows all of Hardcase’s cum in her mouth. Licking her lips she looks at Hardcase while Fives is still inside of her pumping cum in her.

Hardcase and Fives share a knowing look which Y/N can’t see when Fives pulls out of her. She whines softly at the feeling of being this empty.

Hardcase helps her lay down in the middle of the bed and just stands in the middle of the room while Fives lays down behind her holding her in his arms. It makes Hardcase feel out of place. Y/N doesn’t know what to say, because she doesn’t want to piss Fives of. But his plan really backfired on him. Her feelings for Hardcase are greater than ever, but so is her love for Fives.

"Get in bed" Fives commands his vod. Quickly, Hardcase lies in front of Y/N.

"It didn’t work, did it?" Fives asks softly.

"I am so sorry, vod" Hardcase starts. Fives silences him with a hit on the shoulder.

"I guess I should learn how to share" Fives laughs softly. Y/N turns around looking her boyfriend in the eyes.

"You knew this would happen" she accuses him looking angry.

"I rather share you with some one who loves you just as much as I do and who can protect you when I am not around than lose you forever" Fives confesses looking guilty.

Y/N starts laughing and shakes her head at the man in front of her. Blindly she grabs Hardcase his arms and make him hold her to.

And with a smile on her face she falls asleep between the two men she loves more than life itself.

(masterlist)

#arc trooper fives #clone trooper fives #clone troopers #clones #clone club #clone trooper hardcase #clone trooper one shot #clone trooper smut #star wars smut #star wars #the clone wars #the clones #clones deserved better #clone trooper fives smut #clone trooper hardcase smut

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toomanybandstocare · 10 months

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{I've Got My Mind On You}

Program: Birthdays...no longer come with presents wrapped in a bow or bring your loved ones together for your celebration. Unable to break away from the sadness and loneliness that you've come to associate with a day meant to for fond memories, you drift away and separate yourself from the people who stand by you everyday. Each day, Jesse keeps his eye on you terrified of the person who's taken your place. This is year that everything changes for the better, but that can only happen if you let it.

Pairing: Arc Trooper Jesse x Intelligence officer, GN! Reader

Alt Pairing: Arc Trooper Jesse & Intelligence officer, GN! Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Length: 4584w

Warnings: Overwhelming negative emotions around birthdays and feeling unwanted, Use of "them" as for sentence structure purposes, Barely edited

Camp Resolute Masterlist

ClonexReader Masterlist

Prompt: party For @clonexreaderbingo event hosted by the lovely Ghost.

Counselor Note: Purely self indulgent. I just needed to put my emotions, or as much as I could, onto paper with how my birthday came about this year. Could be read as romantic or as platonic soulmates.

No matter how many times the 501st has stepped foot into the GAR’s barracks on Coruscant, everyone feels uneasy as they begin to slowly unpacked their mud caked and blood stained gear. Even though the battle was a success, an imperative one at that, your shoulders ache from the tension that weighs down on them. It seeps into your fatigued body and finds its home in your tired bones. Everyday you woke up this month, a knot of dread twisted and sank deeper into your core at the distant memory of your approaching birthday.

As you place your datapad on your side table, your gaze locks onto the date displayed alongside the weather and music options on your holo-chronometer. Your heart lurches, and you feel as if you’re going to be sick. Just two more days until you ignore the previous year’s stinging memories. Just two more days until the dash of hope that holds your heart together snaps. Just two more days until you treat your birthday like it’s any other day of the year. Nothing special. Nothing worth celebrating, especially when you’re all alone.

Your lungs constrict, and you force yourself to finish placing the last pieces of clothing and tactical gear in their designated spots before laying down on your bunk. With a groan, you rest your head on your arms and close your eyes as the rest of the 501st begin to plan their nights out on leave.

“Fives, we always go 79s. We’re not saying we don’t want to go, we just want to visit some new spots as well,” Echo exasperatedly explains as he kicks his duffel under the bunk.

“This is the first time that the 212th, 104th, and 501st have been planetside in who knows how long,” Fives exclaims and throws his hands up, “And you want to choose now to go to a new bar? No way - we’re going to 79s as much as we can during this leave”.

“No one’s saying they can’t come, di’kut,” Kix throws one of his black tops at Fives with a grin.

“Who would have thought Fives would be the one to shoot down the possibility of meeting new partners,” Jesse chuckles as he sits on the edge of his bunk. As he leans over to unbuckle his boots, his gaze falls on your bunk. The gnawing concern that’s grown as the month’s progressed overtakes his mind as you seem completely detached from reality. Desperate to pull you away from whatever dark place your mind travels to as of recent, Jesse calls out your name.

Deep in your journey through memories locked away in the back of your mind, a sharp sting of adrenaline causes your eyes to fly open and your heart to race as you shoot up in panic. Your gaze snaps to the pillow sitting in your lap. Forcing yourself to take a deep breath, you shake off the residual nerves settling across your skin as you narrow your gaze to search for the guilty culprit. When you look across from you, it only takes Jesse’s mischievous smile to know who threw the pillow at you. “Not funny,” you breathe out and throw the pillow back at him. You try to let yourself relax, but you can’t find it in yourself to put the mask back on.

Jesse catches the pillow with ease, and his expression softens lightly when he truly sees how solemn you look. “Got any plans we could crash?” he asks with a slight hope in his casual tone. Jesse’s chest stings as watches you practically curl into yourself. What happened to lose the spark he’s come to adore and associate with you?

“Probably just disconnect and hide out at my apartment,” you mumble and shrug your shoulders.

“You can’t do nothing on your time off,” Fives gently protests. His expression hardens into one of worry as the discussion shifts to your plans. Everyone in the company has noticed your change in demeanor and energy, and every member has voiced their concern to Rex who wasn’t able to figure out the root of your change. Even the collected captain keeps a wary eye out for you more than usual lately.

“Come join us,” Kix adds on, “I know you’re probably sick of spending all your time with us, but we promise to be on our best behavior”. He chuckles lightly, but it soon dies as Kix sees your lip wobble.

“I’m not in the party mood,” you firmly state. Your voice wavers as tears sting your lash line. As the last of your walls start to crumble as tears threaten to fall, you jump off your bed and grab your backpack as you hurry for the door. Guilt mixes with sorrow to create a nauseating sensation in the pit of your stomach as you leave the barracks without another word.

As the door hisses shut, the members of the 501st are surrounded by an uncomfortable blanket of silence. One that gnaws at Jesse’s nerves and sends his heart racing. Unable to pull his surprised gaze from the barracks entrance, he chews on the inside of his cheek.

“That’s a completely different person than the one we’re friends with,�� Heavy quietly murmurs.

“Regardless,” Jesse says slowly as he snaps his boot buckle, “still our friend. There’s only one person that I can think of that knows them better than us”. Grabbing his comlink, Jesse walks towards the barrack’s entrance while tuning into their assistant medic’s private channel. “Kiva? Where abouts are you?” Only static responds of a second, and Jesse’s lungs constrict as he passes through the door.

The chances that the medic has already left the base are slim, but still high enough to make Jesse walk faster through the durasteel halls. His heart hammers as his footsteps echo against the metal plated floors. Check the civvie barracks first, then the medic station. Take the slightly longer route to the medbay and check the entry-exit log at the base’s entrance. Jesse’s mind races to figure out how to find the Nautolan medic that he barely hears the call chirp to his comlink.

“Kriff, Jesse - can’t a guy take a nap in peace. Not even an hour planetside and one of you already needs med attention? Give us a break,” Kiva sighs through the audio channel.

“Kiva,” Jesse breathes out in relief, “Where are you? This isn’t about med attention. I’m worried about-”

“Leave it alone, Jesse,” Kiva swiftly interrupts.

Jesse falters at the medic’s harsh tone. Coming to a stand still, Jesse leans against one of the support pillars. “What do you mean leave it alone? Something’s not right,” he pushes back. Frustration begins to spark in his voice as Jesse scans the hallway to find somewhere more private to take this call. Kiva’s evasiveness causes an uneasy feeling to bite at Jesse’s skin. A moment of silence passes, and just as Jesse goes to check the call connection he hears Kiva sigh.

“It’s like this every year,” Kiva explains, “The month leading up to what’s supposed to be a birthday, it’s like they shut down. Right? I don't know what happened for it to get like this. Each year, they disappear to their apartment and won’t come out until a couple of days later”.

As the medic shares his limited knowledge, Jesse’s expression hardens into one mixed with confusion and worry. With a spark of determination, a plan begins to form in his mind, and a smile tugs at Jesse’s mouth. “Then I’ll need your help if we’re going to pull this off. When’s their birthday?”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Jesse,” Kiva hesitates. “We don’t know why-”

“If you felt the same about a day that’s supposed to be about celebrating you and all you’ve achieved this year, wouldn’t you want someone to go the extra mile and celebrate with you? Know that someone loves you so much that they'll celebrate you even when you feel like it’s worthless?”

The comlink falls silent for a moment. All Jesse can hear is air ventilation willing above him and the dull rush of blood to his ears. His body tenses as the seconds come to a stand still, and he balances on the edge of anticipation and false hope.

“Then we’re going to need all the help we can get with only two days to plan and prep,” Kiva states with a determined laugh. “How can I help?”

“I need a key to the apartment, and you need to act as a distraction. Leave the rest to me and the boys,” Jesse rushes to explain. The stoney expression melts into one of relief as Jesse turns on his heel to rejoin the rest of the company.

Kiva’s static laughter echoes against the sterile halls, “I’ll send you the keycode in a little bit. Why do I get the hardest job?”

Jesse’s smile grows as he responds, “Because you’ll draw the least amount of suspicion”.

The minute you step foot into your cozy, city apartment you feel the last of your walls crumble. As the entrance door hisses shut behind you, you hastily throw your bag to the side of the entryway. Tears flow down your cheek while you furiously rub them away while walking through the dark living room to turn into your bedroom. Your head spins as a mixture of overwhelming emotions causes a dull throb to sear at the back of your forehead. Just a few more days until you could move on from the choke hold that past disappointments have on you. Tugging off your well worn travel clothes, the fabric snags and refuses to slip off your body causing a wave of frustration to crash against your skull alongside your headache. With a defeated sob, you toss your clothing to the side and fall on top of your bed. Unable to hold back your cries as you tug the duvet over your body and tuck yourself away from reality.

The next two days are filled with excited chatter and lethargic depression. Each hour passes, ticking closer and closer to the anticipated birthday. Time blurs as party planning brings together some of the most well respected commanding officers during the day and bleeds into the night when lungs cry out for relief against the chain that wraps around them to lock away a broken heart.

Late morning sunbeams break past your blinds, and you toss and turn in your blanket cocoon. Unwilling to pull yourself from semi-consciousness, you burrow further into the covers. Your under eyes feel sore and puffy as you press your face into a pillow. Stretching your aching muscles, you faintly hear the alarm disarm with the door opening. Even though that should send you into alertness, the thick blanket of numbness dulls your senses.

“Kriff,” Kiva quietly mutters.

“It’s not usually this bad,” you groan. You wince at the realization that your room is a complete mess, even by your standards. “I thought I told you I wanted to recharge alone. Finally enjoy some peace and quiet,” you mumble into your duvet.

The edge of your bed dips, and your body slides against Kiva’s. A gentle hand comes down to rest on what can only be assumed as your shoulder under the mounds of blankets and sheets. “One of the intelligence officers landed in the medbay,” Kiva sighs, “Captain Rex has requested for you to come in as soon as possible. We just intercepted a new set of Separatist codes”.

The weight of his words sinks into you with a churning unease and defeat. Even though your birthday comes with mixed emotions, you had hoped to at least avoid working on the dreaded day. “I need some time to wake up and get dressed,” you quietly reply, “Might as well put on a pot of caf for us while you wait”.

Minutes crawl by as Jesse keeps a careful eye on the apartment’s entrance. Excitement and nerves bounce around inside him as he waits for the two of you to exit. Every so often, his comlink chirps with someone eagerly asking for an update.

“How much longer,” Fives complains over the channel frequency.

“Maybe if you grew up a little, you’ll realize it’s normal for people to take their time to get ready. Especially when called into an unexpected shift on shore leave,” Jesse hisses in response. His gaze flickers up from his comlink as the entrance signal chimes, and he steps into the side alley. Peering around the corner, Jesse watches as you and Kiva step into your speeder and a new wave of determination washes over him.

When your speeder pulls away from the platform and disappears into the flow of traffic, Jesse wastes no time getting to the entrance and punching in the visitor code. “Alright, Fives. Bring everyone in,” Jesse signals his brother as he walks through the lobby. “We don’t have much time until Rex and Kiva bring our ad’ika back in a worse mood than when they left”. Jesse cuts off the call as his brothers shout in excitement, and he steps into the elevator that shoots him up to your apartment level. His gaze stays fixed on the level indicator, and nervous jitters make him tap his foot. There’s no reason for this to go wrong, but the gnawing fear of crossing an unspoken line makes Jesse’s stomach twist. He doesn’t want to become one of the reasons you hate your birthday in the future. The elevator ding jolts him out of his thoughts and causes his heart to pound against his chest. There’s no going back. Determined to show you just how many people care for you, Jesse steps into the hallway and rushes to your apartment.

“You really don’t need to walk me home,” you quietly break the thick silence surrounding you and Rex.

The night sky begins to tuck away the blazing sunset behind the city skyline. Your footsteps fall in time with Rex’s creating a metallic beat as you near your apartment building. After having spent the afternoon decoding messages with dated intel with Rex, you finally shut off your holo-top for the evening. The searing pain that’s throbbed between your eyes for the last few days now drums against your skull. The thought of breaking a cypher only to lead to more disappointment makes your head spiral, so you told Rex you were done as you packed your bag. Concerned with how late it had become, the captain had insisted on walking you home when you found out Kiva already left for the evening.

Evening traffic speeds past you as the two of you walk across the platform from where you parked your speeder to the building’s entrance. Your apartment building looms above you, and you punch in the resident code. The cool temperature eases the burning sensations that stings at your skin as the two of you enter. Even through your emotional fatigue, something hasn’t sat right with you since Kiva first visited this morning.

“It’s not even that late out,” you point out. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Rex stiffen as he shifts his weight from one foot to another. Wariness overcomes you and sharpens your senses from the lethargic haze that you’ve grown used to.

Rex ducks his head and sighs. “You haven’t been yourself lately,” he slowly explains. Without giving you the chance to interrupt, Rex punches the elevator call button.

The sudden noise makes you wince, and your heart speeds up. Why would he care so much? “It’s not healthy to put on a facade. I’ll at least do myself the favor of not bottling up my emotions and pretending like I’m okay when I’m not”. Your voice wavers as he motions for you to enter first. When you move into the small elevator, Rex quickly joins you. Your eyebrows raise, and you press your floor button. The wariness shoots pin pricks at the back of your neck.

“Seems like you’re hiding from the people who actually care about you and want to help you feel like yourself again,” Rex’s words come out harsher than either of you expect. His eyes widen, and his gaze snaps to meet your own. “I’m sorry,” he stammers, “That came out sharper than I meant”. Rex sighs and runs a hand over his face.

Your heartbeat pounds against your chest, and you feel sick from the flush that’s overcome your body. Grateful for the floor chime, you exhale a breath of relief and step out of the elevator. “It’s fine,” you cooly dismiss his apology. When the sound of his footsteps follow you out into the hall, your face pinches. “Rex, I promise I’m not upset with you,” you practically snap. The firmness in your voice mixes with the frustration that overheats you and the desperation to be finished with this awful day. Heart thundering as you stand in front of your apartment door, you lock your heated gaze onto Rex. Yet, confusion only spurs your temperament further when you catch the faint, sad smile on the captain’s face.

“Maybe not yet, at least. Happy birthday, ad’ika,” Rex softly responds.

Your hand shakes hovering above the keypad. A coldness freezes over your body, and the overwhelming sharp dullness of flush sizzling across your skin makes you dizzy. Unable to meet Rex’s concerned expression, you turn away and hastily punch in your code. As soon as the door hisses open, you dart into your apartment desperate to hide away and allow yourself the comfort to let your emotions out in privacy. Rubbing at your eyes furiously and blinking away threatening tears, you walk through the entryway and throw your bag to the ground. Fleeting memories and a headache pound against your skull, and you feel as if the room’s spinning. With one hand, you press the light panel and a soft mix of colored lights float across the walls.

“Happy birthday!” a chorus of voices call out.

You jump back, tripping on your footing. A careful hand steadies you from behind, and you lean into Rex’s hold as your shocked gaze bounces from troopers to friends to family clustered in your small living room. When you try to speak, only a small noise breaks past your disbelief.

“Alright, alright,” Jesse motions for everyone to relax, “You’ll have a chance to chat with our guest of honor later. Let’s let them get used to this”. When he drops his palms to his sides, his palms feel sweaty. Every breath he takes feels shallow, and his lungs begs for air. Unfortunately for him, the little oxygen circulating through him escapes when Jesse turns to see your glassy eye expression. The way you shy away into Rex’s side as your eyes scan the room makes his heart stutter. Walking over to you, Jesse flexes his fists before hooking his thumbs into his pants’ pockets. “I’m sure this is a lot, but we just wanted to make sure you celebrated yourself,” Jesse softly explains.

Your wide eyes meet Jesse’s compassionate gaze, and you feel as if a weight has been lifted from your shoulders. “Did you plan this? This is too much. You should all be out enjoying your time off,” you rush. Even you hear how watery and strained your voice sounds. Rex’s traces soothing circles into your side, and the tension slowly releases from your body.

One of Jesses’ hands comes up to rub the back of his neck, and he breaks away from your gaze. “Everyone put this together. Rex, Wolffe, and Cody were massive a help in making sure all your friends and family got here. And then your 501st boys got the supplies ready. Really it was Kiva who pulled it off by getting you out of the apartment today,” Jesse rambles on and trips over his words, “Which, I am so sorry you had to do fake work. No one should work on their birthday, especially you. You already do so much for us, but we didn’t know how else to get you to leave so we could set up -”

Your lip wobbles as you listen to Jesse’s stumbling explanation. Without hesitation, you step forward and wrap your arms around his waist. Leaning your head on his chest, you feel his heartbeat quicken under your blushing cheek.

A hand gently rubs your shoulder, “And to answer your question, Jesse did plan this. Got all of us organized and made sure all your party felt comfortable and relaxed so you wouldn’t feel too overwhelmed”. He squeezes your shoulder, and you hear Rex call out to his batchmates with a chuckle.

Fully expecting for your cozy apartment to have been turned into a temporary 79s location, you relax as you look around the room to see your closest people lounging and laughing together. Lofi plays softly just above the chatter and occasional laugh. A small collection of gifts sit next to your favorite birthday treat on the center table. Fairy lights twinkle from above, and you’ve never felt more at home than you have at this moment. Normally just a place to find solace and solitude when you’re on shore leave, your apartment finally feels alive as your friends listen to your squad’s stories and your family checks each trooper to make sure they’re well taken care of.

“This is -” your words break off as a sudden sob overcomes you. Your throat tightens, and tears sting at your lash line. The burden of so many difficult memories bubbles up, and you finally allow yourself to let go of them. Tears stream down your cheeks, and your lips feel chapped as they kiss the corner of your mouth. Each droplet leaves a bittersweet taste to your tongue as they melt away. Your heart hammers against your chest, and it feels as if it’s going to break from just how much love has been returned. Lifting your blurry gaze, you faintly make out Jesse’s soft adoring expression as you share a grateful smile with his small one. “Thank you.” you say as firmly as you with a shaky breath.

“I don’t know if I overstepped, so I’m incredibly sorry if I did,” Jesse quietly begins, “I just couldn’t sit and watch you disappear from us. Once I knew what was making you so … broken, I couldn’t let you spend another birthday alone.” Jesse tightens his arms around you, and his hands tremble as he presses you closer to him. His stomach knots from your grateful expression, and it twists as he watches another tear fall across your cheek. With one hand, Jesse carefully wipes it away letting his fingertip gently graze your cheekbone before cupping your jaw. His chest constricts as you lean into his palm. “Even if it meant you didn’t want me in your life anymore for intruding, I didn’t want you to think that no one didn’t want to celebrate you and your accomplishments. All of your boys have been concerned, and we just wanted to bring back our ad’ika,” Jesse mumbles.

Fear isn’t an emotion that Jesse’s allowed himself to dwell on many times. Nerves prick his skin at the thought that this could be the last time you ever wanted to see him. That he had only hurt you more than he helped you. Wherever your mind takes you on those dark journeys inward, that you’ll remember tonight alongside the other heartbreaks. That terrifiesJesse most. But this isn’t about him. He would have to learn to go about his day without looking for you in the room, and maybe one day he could forget about how natural it is for his mind to wander to thoughts about you. So when the moment your hands come up to cup his face with a touch so soft, it nearly makes him sigh, Jesse feels all the growing anxiety and gnawing fear dissipate from him.

You shake your head with a watery laugh, “I don’t think I could push you away even if I tried hard enough.”

“I would just keep reaching out to you until I caught you,” Jesse softly agrees, “I’m not letting you slip through my fingers, ad’ika.” Even as Jesse relaxes and pulls the two to lean against the wall as a way to try to keep your conversation away from the others, a concern tugs at the back of his mind. Unable to shake it off, Jesse’s soft expression hardens slightly with worry. “Just tell me if I’m overstepping or if you don’t want to talk about it. What happened that made your birthday something to avoid rather than look forward to?”

Heart plummeting, you feel relieved that he finally asked. You can’t tell if it's a relief that neither of you are walking around it anymore or that you can finally tell someone how you feel about the day. Your hands slip from his face, and you rest them on his chest. The steady rise and fall of his breathing helps ground you as your mind races. “It just … turned into another day,” you admit. “It felt like I was being pushed to the side as other birthdays were planned well in advance while I had to practically beg for one friend to do something with me. It got to a point where it didn’t feel like anyone cared about me. And I had to carry that sadness and grief as I celebrated everyone else’s accomplishments”. Your voice breaks into a sob, and Jesse pulls you as close as the two of you can. Tucking your head into him, you try to take deep breaths to calm yourself but all the emotions of the past month finally catch up and crash down onto you.

Jesse ducks his head so his mouth is close to your ear, and his comforting voice drops so only you can hear him. “I am so incredibly proud of you, ad’ika. This year alone, you’ve been challenged in ways that not many people could overcome with the determination and grace that you have. Everyone in this room sees that, and they absolutely adore you. When they heard it was your birthday, everyone jumped at the chance to celebrate you and show you their love, alright? As long as you let us, we will support you however you need. Just give us the word, and we’ll be there for you. I’ll be there for you”.

Pulling away, Jesse brings both his hands up to wipe away the new wave of tears slipping down your face. His caring expression causes butterflies to tickle your stomach. “‘Thank you,” you choke out.

Jesse shakes his head with a smile, “Anything for you, ad’ika. I am afraid however, I may have kept you to myself a little longer than the rest of the party would have liked”. His eyes twinkle with a mischievous glint.

Pulling away, Jesse offers his arm with a cheeky wink that causes you to laugh easier than you have in a long while. As the two of you join your friends and family, each person makes it a point to wish you a happier year to come. Surrounded by so many people who went out of their way to celebrate your birthday, you find a small flicker of hope that next year will hold more laughter and love. Especially when you catch Jesse’s eye, and his expression melts into one of admiration only meant for you.

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{Tradition in the Making}

Program: Jesse comes home after a recent deployment to Kashyyyk with gifts and worries to share. Especially when his son runs up greets him at the door when Jesse left him in your arms. After dinner and when the little one is tucked in for bed, Jesse admits his conflicts feelings towards his GAR contract renewal and how we was able to cope being away from home.

Pairing: Dad! Jesse x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Length: 4642w

Warnings: Extreme liberties with timeline, Pet names (Cy'are, Buir), Suggestive ending but nothing explicit

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Prompt: Life Day

Counselor Notes: My next piece for @clonexreaderbingo! Just to clarify as well, Order 66 and the rise of of the empire never happened. Once Palpatine was caught and arrested, the Senate established bills to help the Clones. One of which that lets them work on a contract basis or leave the GAR if they'd like after the war ends. Look - I want my boys to be happy and safe, doesn't mean I won't make it easy for them. This also came from one of @notthatfanfictionwriter's server messages, and my brain short circuited to produce this.

Warm rays of sunlight stream through the living room’s glass wall as the sun sets on Coruscant. Faint static voices sing in the background from the radio as you putter around the kitchen. A savory aroma fills the air as you stir tonight’s meal and prepare filling side dishes that you know would be a favorite with your partner. Frith’s smoothie bowl already sits to the side on the counter. Excitement buzzes inside you as the fish sizzles in the pan. Your eyes flicker past the breakfast counter to the entryway every few moments in hopes your partner will walk through the door calling your names.

Mumbly hums accompany the small hands that squeeze your upper arm and shoulder while you balance your son on your hip. Swaying to the music, you nod your head in agreement to Frith’s nonsensical chatter. Soft, golden eyes peer up at you when you gaze at Frith’s sleepy expression. “Dad home?” he quietly asks. Nearly identical to Jesse in every way, Frith takes after you in his quiet demeanor even in his appraching toddler years. Always far more interested in daydreaming rather than rough housing.

“He should be home soon,” you hum with a smile. “He sent a message just a few hours ago saying he would. Just had a meeting to attend with Uncle Rex before he could leave,” you simply explain. Both you and Jesse agreed that it would only hurt Frith if you hid his father’s whereabouts and work from him. No child should have to wonder where their parent went or when they would see them next, if it could be avoided. Even at such a young age, they see everything and know when something’s wrong.

Frith scrunches his chubby face into a pout. Unable to question you further, he sighs and throws his head into the crook of your neck. With an amused smirk, you raise an eyebrow at your son. Flashes of his father’s occasional flare for dramatics only foreshadows what his teen years may look like. Especially if his uncles keep their promises to make him a “man of the people”. Before you can even shudder at the thought of their lessons in charm, the distant blips of the entry lock sound off before the front door hisses open.

Frith squirms away from you, and you turn off the stove before rounding the corner of the breakfast bar. Barely even waiting for you to place him on the floor, Firth stumbles full speed towards Jesse who crouches with his arms wide open. His adoring smile beams as your child runs to him. Jesse wraps his arms around Frith with a groan of affection. “I missed you, little one. Pretty soon, I’ll be the one running after you making sure you’re not causing any trouble for your buir,” he mutters into the side of Frith head before placing a chaste kiss on his temple.

Jesse drops his kit to the side and uses both arms to pick Frith up and stand. With his child beaming and giggling in his arms, Jesse feels a wash of peace overcome him. When he turns to meet your gaze, his breath catches. He doesn’t know how you manage to do this every time he comes home. Always dressed in comfy clothes with faint bags under your eyes from sleepless nights with your son, you look ethereal leaning against the counter while the last rays of the sun envelope you in a warm glow. “I’m home, cy’are,” Jesse quietly greets you. At your soft smile, his heart swells in his chest.

“Welcome home, riduur,” you match his warm tone. With a few steps, you stand in front of him and hold his cheek with one palm. Jesse’s eyelashes flutter as he leans into your touch, and your heart skips a beat. “We missed you, Jesse,” you say before pulling him into a gentle kiss. Too quick for either of your likings, but too long for Frith to go without attention. His little hands pat the sides of both your heads in protest. You break the kiss with a laugh as Jesse huffs. Frith beams and claps his hands with a bright squeal. “You’re just in time for dinner. I can take Frith if you want to shower and get changed real quick,” you offer while trying to slip your son from his father’s arms. Yet the little boy’s squeals melt into small cries as his head falls to his father’s shoulder.

“How about I take him with me while I change?” Jesse suggests and carefully rubs the boy’s back. The cries begin to fade into small mumbles of content, and Frith’s eyelids flutter shut. “Give you a couple of minutes to yourself, and Frith doesn’t have to leave dad too soon”.

You bite down on your bottom lip and title your head. Both of you have noticed Frith’s growing nervousness when he leaves Jesse’s side, and you’ve been actively trying to help the little boy cope with his emotions around Jesse’s deployment schedule. Trying to find balance between fostering a relationship between the two while also encouraging Frith to explore on his own in the apartment or enjoy solo activities. Jesse’s eyes fall to your lips, and you chuckle pulling his slightly darkened eyes to meet your gaze. “Thank you, love. Take your time,” you agree and place a kiss on both your boy’s cheeks.

“Time for you and me, mister, to get into pjs,” Jesse dips his arms to make Frith giggle. The little boy is content babbling about nothing in particular while having it mean everything to him. Jesse walks through his home with a light step to the bedroom just off to the side of the living room. Sliding off his boots, Jesse nods in agreement with Frith’s final huff. Ever intrigued by the simple issues that trouble a toddler. “Alright, little one. Want to match with me or try something out on your own?” Jesse asks while moving them to the small bureau . Everytime he opens it, Jesse is amazed by how small the clothing is while he guiltily acknowledges the slightly larger sizes from the last time he was helping with the bedtime routine.

Frith pats Jesse's face with a large smile, which Jesse mirrors. His little body bouncing in his father’s arms as Jesse pulls out the tiny pair of blue sweatpants and a white waffle weave long sleeve. “Let me take this off first, and then we’ll get into our comfy clothes,” Jesse mumbles and carefully removes each piece of his armor while still balancing Frith in one arm at a time. Once down to his blacks, Jesse sits Frith on the bureau top and raises his arms up: “Alright, Frith, can you copy daddy?” The little boy giggles as his arms shoot up, and Jesse helps guide him out of the play shirt and into his sleep shirt before doing the same with his bottoms.

“And time to board your flight on Starship Jesse,” he cries out and picks Frith up. He swoops his arms to imitate flying, and Frith erupts with laughter while holding his arms out. “Buckle up, little one. We’re about to land,” Jesse announces while moving towards the bed. With care, he places the boy up at the top of the bed with the pillows and gives him a mock salute. “Stay right here, alright? Gonna get my pjs on as well, and then we’ll join your buir for dinner. I have a surprise for the both of you,” Jesse playfully winks at the wide eyed boy.

Turning around, Jesse opens your shared closet, and his shoulders relax while his eyes scan for his sleep clothes. He sifts through the clothing as the faint sound of your humming harmonizes to the song on the radio. A mischievous giggle causes him to look over his shoulder only to see Frith cloud gazing through the window wall. The dark clouds settle like a thick blanket across the last few rays of sunlight as they bleed into the night sky. Refocusing on the closet, Jesse hurries his search and a smile tugs at his lips as he pulls out his shirt from your clothing pile and sweatpants from his. Quickly changing, he then returns to the bedside and picks up his son to place on the floor. Jesse offers a hand to Frith, and his chest warms as the little boy’s tiny fingers wrap around two of his own. They then wander back into the living room where your quiet singing greets them.

Turning around with warm plates of fish and rice, you smile at your boys. “Dinner’s just about done. The bread just needs a few more minutes to cool”. You place the plates in front of the end seats of the breakfast counter and then reach over to grab Frith’s bowl before placing it in front of the middle seat.

“Perfect. I have a gift for my loves anyways, so we can wait on eating for just a minute,” Jesse says as he helps Frith up on his seat. At the mention of a present, Frith twists and turns in his father’s hands. “Patience, little one. I need to go get it,” he laughs and pats Frith’s curls before walking over to the entryway once more.

“You really didn’t have to, Jesse,” you weakly protest, “We’re grateful that you come home to us at the end of the day. That’s a gift in itself”.

A dusting of warmth tickles at Jesse’s cheeks, and he’s grateful his face is hidden as he pulls out two small wrapped parcels. “Let me treat you two,” he huffs. “Besides,” Jesse begins to explain while walking back to the two of you, “this assignment was a little different from my past ones. And it got me thinking about starting a little tradition for ourselves”.

You raise an eyebrow at Jesse as he places the small parcels in front of both of you, but a smile tugs at the corner of your lips. Butterflies tickle your stomach at his sweet consideration while so far away from home. Your fingers tap just by the side of the parcel, and Jesse chuckles as he sits down on the other side of your son.

“Went to Kashyyyk this time, and we were there as an extra security precaution,” Jesse explains as he helps Frith untie the green ribbon on his present. “This is the first celebration of Life Day since the wars began. The entire forest was lit with crystal orbs, and there were small fires that illuminated the great trees as families prepared delicious meals to share. We were fortunate enough to be adopted into some of their celebrations,” Jesse says with a bright smile. Watching Frith tear at the paper and fold it into little shapes, Jesse’s expression melts into a soft look of happiness. When his gaze flickers to meet yours, the warm feeling overcoming him only intensifies at your adoring expression as you listen intently. Jesse refocuses on Frith’s growing pile of scraps, and he moves it to the side to help his son open the wooden box. “They spent almost the whole day together by the oldest tree in the forest, the Tree of Life. It just got me thinking about our little family,” Jesse’s voice begins to soften. Frith gasps and shuffles the straw packing scraps to show the carved wooden Wookie toy. He looks up at Jesse with wide, amber eyes that twinkle. His beaming smile shows the tiny little teeth that Jesse can’t remember noticing since the last time he was home.

“Woo-wie!” Frith exclaims. His hands hold up the toy to show Jesse before spinning around in his seat to show you.

You chuckle at your son’s excitement and watch him start to play with it, creating an entire story in his mind to act out with his new toy. Pulling your gaze, you hesitantly look at Jesse and nudge your present with a finger. His chuckle brings a warm flush to your cheeks, and your hands carefully pull at the wrapping at his nod. As you open a very similar wooden box, you notice a metal plating that sits on the top. A group of Wookies of all different ages stand together in front of a great tree. The metal clasp feels heavy as you pull it up and reveal a bed of straw that shows an iridescent, crystal peeking through the openings. With care, you sweep off some of the straw and pick up the orb by its rope casing. When the final ray of sunlight hits it, small patches of rainbows reflect off of it as it spins in your hold. “It’s beautiful, Jesse,” you murmur. Completely entranced by the delicate, yet sound object as if twists and turns from the rope tension. “You really didn’t need to,” you try to deflect, but your smile contradicts your words.

Jesse lays an arm over the back of Frith’s chair to gently rest a hand on your upper arm, rubbing his thumb across your skin. After placing the orb back into its package, your hand rests on his as the two of you share a loving look. Until Frith and his Wookie toy use your arms as a set for their adventure. The two of you look at each with a knowing glance before joining Frith’s laughter. Jesse moves his arm away to clean up the breakfast bar temporarily, and he coaxes the toy from Frith’s grip. “Just until after dinner, alright? Buir spent so much time making us food that we’d enjoy, and it’d be rude not to focus your attention on that,” Jesse explains and pats Frith’s head.

The three of you enjoy your meals as the moon rises behind the city skyline. Cutlery clatters against the bowls that have well-worn chips at the edges. As if no time has passed since the last time all the seats at the breakfast bar have been filled, the three of you chat in soft tones only interrupted by excited gasps from the youngest member of the family.

Jesse starts to clear the dishes and presses a chaste kiss to your temple when you try to protest. “You just got home and haven’t even taken a shower yet,” you note. He leans against the sink edge on the opposite side of the breakfast bar, and your cheeks warm at his amused expression. Frith’s quiet yawn pulls your attention away from your partner, and his head begins to sink lower onto your arm.

Jesse’s expression melts at the sight of his son starting to fall asleep in your arms. Even with so much love and adoration he feels looking at the two of you, a pang stabs his heart. Focusing his attention on the sudsy dishes, Jesse tries to relax the frown pulling at his lips. Over the rushing water, he hears your chair scrape against the tile accompanied by soft hums. Footsteps lightly patter closer to him, and Jesse turns with what he hopes isn’t as forced of a smile as it feels.

“I’ll get this one into bed, if you want to stay up for a little bit to chat,” you quietly offer. Careful not to startle Frith from his slumber, but also understanding that something hangs over Jesse’s mind. “You still need to tell me about this tradition you want to start,” you say as you shift Frith onto your hip and rest a palm on your partner’s cheek.

Jesse closes his eyes and leans into your palm. For a moment the pressure building in his skull subsides, but when he looks into your attentive gaze, he feels it come full force again. “Read my mind, cy’are,” Jesse says. His voice low and slightly shaking with emotion. When your hand pulls away, he follows. Not wanting to yearn for the touches he desperately misses the majority of his rotations away. He doesn’t have to go without for much longer though, as you press a soft kiss to his lips. Followed by another shorter one. Ended with a peck to the corner of his lips and your laughter filling the room.

“I’ll be right back,” you hum. Your chest swells with pride seeing Jesse’s expression relax and his shoulders ease. You walk with purpose from the kitchen across the apartment to the bedroom. Eager to return to your lover for a moment to yourselves.

Jesse shuts off the faucet and turns off the lights before leaving the kitchen. In a few steps, he sinks into the plush cushions. His head rolls to rest on the back of the couch, and his eyes flutter closed. From the other room, your soft words ease not only your son to sleep, but also Jesse as he refamiliarizes himself with the love he has for these mundane moments. Not even noticing your approach until the cushion next to his sinks, and you press into his side. His breath hitches as your hand softly trails across his stomach, and he relaxes into your touch.

“Credit for your thoughts,” you hum. Resting your elbow on the back of the couch, you lean onto your fist. You move your other hand to lightly trace the crown of his head. His eyelashes flutter before his amber eyes meet your gaze. Fatigue clouds the normally lighthearted gaze you’ve come to love. “What’s wrong, love?”

Jesse sighs and takes your head to press a kiss to your knuckles before bringing to his lap. Fiddling with your fingers, he collects his thoughts, but the guilt gnawing him makes it difficult to grasp how to voice his feelings. “I don’t know,” Jesse quietly admits. The words feel heavy on his tongue as he tries to push them out. “Or, I do know,” he corrects himself, “I just don’t know how to feel about it”.

“Talk to me,” you plead and squeeze his hand.

“I think I want to end my contract with the GAR at this renewal period,” Jesse slowly voices. Processing the words as he speaks. Finally putting his thoughts out into the open, his heart pounds. “But I don’t know if I’m ready to leave the only home and family I’ve known for so long. And I’m not putting my brothers over our family or discounting the home we’ve created together,” Jesse rushes to assure you. His eyes flicker across your thoughtful expression before dropping to your hands. Out of the corner of his eyes, he notices your nod and continues, “I want to be here for you and Frith. I want to watch my son grow up and experience his milestones with you. To wake up with you every morning and sleep in whenever we want. Plan trips to the city gardens and go on Frith’s adventures, wherever his imagination takes us. I just don’t know if I’m ready to leave the only constant I’ve had in my life. Everything is still so - so new and unknown outside of the GAR, but I’m excited to experience life with our family”.

“Do you need a moment, or would you like to hear my thoughts,” you ask. Adjusting your grip, you hold his hand in your own to rub soothing circles across his battered knuckles. Hands that have held guns and punched bounty hunters, but hold you with such tenderness.

“I always want to hear your thoughts,” Jesse replies without hesitation, “You’re the one with the brains and beauty. I’m the muscle and charm”. A hollow laugh escapes him, and it doesn’t even attempt to ease the heavy atmosphere settling around the two of you.

“You're more than what the GAR and Republic have forced you to be, Jesse,” you gently assert. Wanting to squash any fear or guilt he has, you nudge your nose at his chin to make him look at you. “But I don’t expect you to jump into a world you have no knowledge about. Especially when so many of its people have looked at you and your brothers with prejudice and disrespect, even when you all have sacrificed so much for them”. You pause for a moment and take in his nervous gaze. “We’re here for you when you return. Excited to welcome you home and create memories with the time we have,” you reassure him with another squeeze to his hand. You pick up your hands and drape your legs over his to scooch closer. His other arm pulls you into his chest as his hand rests on top of your thigh. Resting your hand on the back of his neck, you lazily trail your fingers in small patterns. “I won’t lie and say I’m not worried about the worst case scenario. That a patrol goes wrong, and Rex is the one at our doorway instead of you. But I know you love your brothers and you’re loyal to the people the GAR serves, so I will never force you to choose between your family there or with us. Whether you decide to renew your contract or not, that will be your choice. I’ll support you whatever you decide is best for you. We’ll figure out a way to make it work ”.

Jesse presses his face into the crook of your neck and takes a deep breath. With a small nod, Jesse mumbles, “I don’t think I’m ready to leave it altogether. There should be a way for me to request shorter deployments under the Family Care Act, so I’ll ask Rex what my options are. I have some time to think about it more until my contract negotiation”.

You hum and gently scratch the back of his head. His soft sigh fans across your skin and sends small sparks through you. “What did you have in mind for a tradition,” you softly mumble.

“Would it be okay to set aside some credits for me while on deployment?” Jesse asks and pulls himself up to look at you. The confusion that pinches your forehead brings a chuckle from him.

“We have a shared account, Jesse. You don’t need to ask if you can spend our money. You contribute to it just as much as I do,” you begin. Worried that he feels like he has to ask you permission to go out with friends or pick up a token from the planet he visits.

“I know, I know,” Jesse quickly assures you. “Lately I’ve been struggling being away from you and Frith -- especially seeing him grow so fast -- when I’m away. When I was on patrol in the marketplace, I felt the most relaxed looking at the different booths and thinking about what the two of you would most enjoy. How you would react if I brought you new ingredients to experiment with or how you’d look with a bracelet. It was like the two of you were with me for a moment, and I felt like myself”. Jesse moves his hand away from your leg and cups your cheek with a watery smile. Relief floods his system as tears sting his lash line. The anxiety that nips at the back of his mind fizzes. “If it’s okay with you, I’d like to get the two of you something -- something small, I promise --each time I travel to a different planet on deployment. Just to keep you guys close to heart while I’m away. I like picking out presents that the two of you will enjoy. It lets me express my love for you even systems away, and I get excited when I find the perfect gift”.

After a moment to think, you say,“I don’t want you to feel like you have to buy us things to show that you love us. You do so much for us even without these thoughtful gifts”. You bite your lip to hold back the bashful smile threatening to break your serious expression.

“But,” Jesse draws out the word. An infectious smile blooms across his face as he watches you try to maintain your composure, but he knows just how much you appreciate his love language.

You roll your eyes and laugh lightly, still careful not to be too loud to stir Frith in the other room. “If you find something that you’d like to buy -- for yourself or someone else -- you don’t need my permission. We’re partners, Jesse, and I trust your judgment,” you reassure him.

Jesse pulls you into his chest with a groan before falling onto the couch, bringing you with him. “I love you,” he sighs and peppers kisses across your face. Your laughter makes his chest warm, but he quickly shushes you. The two of you wait with apprehensive expressions, but the two of you sigh in relief when the little one doesn’t grumble or cry over the faint hum of the radio.

“I love you,” you hum, “Now, let’s get you in the shower”. You wrinkle your nose at the lingering sweat and grime that always seems to blend into Jesse’s natural scent.

He wags his eyebrows at you and laughs at the sharp jab to his ribs. “Care to join me, cy’are? No funny business, ARC Trooper’s honor,” he promises.

You squint your eyes at him. “I’ve met your brothers, and I don’t think that means all that much,” you joke. You sit up and push off of the couch to stand up. Offering your hand, you raise an eyebrow at Jesse. “We can call one of your brothers tomorrow to see if they’ll babysit,” you promise.

A tired chuckle falls from Jesse’s lips, and he lets you pull him up. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “I have a favor or two I can cash in, but I’m warning you, Fives and Hardcase will only try to start their charm lessons if we let them watch Frith”.

“Which is why we’re cashing in a favor with Echo or Kix,” you push back. The two of you walk into the bedroom and pause by the crib by the side of the bed. Frith sleeps soundly with the blue blanket, tucked under his chin, that his uncle’s gifted him the first day he came home with you and Jesse. When Jesse goes to cover Frith’s feet with the blanket, you stop him quickly and shake your head. The last time you tried to do that, Frith wouldn’t stop sobbing for the entire night. “We’re doing good,” you whisper.

Jesse looks at you with a mock look of exasperation before it melts into a sincere smile. “We’re doing amazing,” he agrees and quickly presses a kiss to your temple. “We’ll figure this out together”.

You pull Jesse from the bedroom towards the bathroom with a smirk, “It also helps that we have so many uncles to help us out when we need a day to ourselves as well”.

Jesse bites down on his knuckle to hold back the booming laugh that suddenly hits him. “I swear you’re just trying to get me into trouble,” he wheezes. Squeezing your hand, Jesse finally feels at ease.

“I need someone to help me remind you of how much you love me when you’re so far away,” you tease and leave the door slightly cracked. Enough to keep to hear if Frith needs anything while creating a sense of privacy for the two of you.

“Trust me, cy’are,” Jesse rests his hands on your hips, “There’s never a moment where you’re not on my mind”. Jesse presses a kiss to your lips and pulls you close, desperate to sever any remaining distance between the two of you. He nips at your bottom lip, bringing a light giggle from you that makes his heart feel complete. Happy to finally be home, reunited with the two most important people in his life.f

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{A Night to Remember}

Program: A shattered heart, shot glasses, and strobing lights start your night of selfish love. If a certain ARC Trooper makes his desires known and shows his vulnerable side to win you over for the night, who are you to shoot him down? After all, tonight was supposed to be a night forgotten, and Jesse has made it one to remember.

Pairing: Jesse x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort (a lil), Suggestive (a lil)

Length: 3231w

Warnings: Drinking, Make out sessions (brief and at the end), Pet name (mesh'la), Reader's lips are described as pretty once

Counselor Notes: lmk what you guys think :) i've been working on this one for awhile, and feel pretty good about it. until i hit writer's block towards the end, and i knew i needed to just finish it. might do a follow up where it's a date and show more of Jesse's vulnerable/softer side?

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Camper Tags: @staygoldwriting

“So, are you going to tell us what happened?” Kiva pointedly asks you from across the booth. The Nautolan rests his fingers on the amber filled glass. Not a single sip missing from glass the moment he heard you order your night’s vice with edge in your voice.

A night out at 79s always starts with heartbreak and ends with new friends. The club hums full of life as music pulses through the air and colored lights allow glimpses of swaying bodies on the dancefloor. Some tucked away as they press against the wall and focus on their partners for the evening.

“Stood up,” you exclaim and press the heels of your hands into your eyes. Leaning your elbows onto the table, you peer past your fingers and watch as your friends send looks of sympathy and grimaces of similar experiences. “No comm message. Didn’t even tell the people we were meeting up with at the party either, so they all just tried to cheer me up. At least I didn’t have to think about paying for my drinks. They were all so sweet and upset,” you groan.

“Will you finally listen to us and give a trooper a chance,” Jared nudges your side. His warm smile barely masks the mischievous twinkle in his eye.

“No,” you grit out after taking one of your shots. A chorus of groans and protests fill the booth with glasses scraping the table. “Not for the reason you think though,” you’re quick to explain, “I just don’t want to use any of them to get over this jackass. Clones, especially, deserve authentic feelings and care. I don’t think I’d be able to live with myself if I hurt one of them just to make myself feel better for even just a parsec”.

After sharing your thoughts, you pull your eyes from where you’ve been fiddling with the shot glasses in front of you. Kiva and Jared look at you with fond smiles that wash away the remaining pinpricks of frustration nipping at your neck.

“That’s so sweet,” Jared hums.

“And such bantha shit,” Kiva concludes.

A surge of shock hits you as both your friends press into your sides and begin pointing out members of the GAR they know in the crowd tonight.

“104th’s in the back corner. Always made sure my needs were fulfilled and very attentive,” Kiva subtly points across the club. Each man decorated in gray plastoid has a carefree expression across their face, but the predatory glint in their eyes sends a shiver down your spine. The one with a scar across one eye solely focuses on his date. Confidence exudes from him as one hand rests securely on the Twi’lek’s waist.

Realization strikes and you snap your head to face Kiva with a confused look, “Wait, aren’t you with Fives?”

Neither man provides any clarity for you, and Jared hums in agreement with Kiva. He drapes one arm around your shoulders as his other hand comes up to tap his fingers in thought on his chin. “True, but I think our friend needs something more carefree and fun rather than all consuming and,” Jared pauses while a wolfish smile creeps across his expression, “possessive in all the best ways”.

“Then I think we’re in luck,” Kiva taps your chin to look in the direction of a group of men just entering. “Looks like the 212th is also planetside”.

“The who?” you look between your friends and let your eyes fall on the group.

Both Jared and Kiva sigh at the same time, “You have so much to learn”.

“They’ll make you feel like you’re their life partner even if it’s only for the night,” Jared sighs and rests his head on yours.

It seems as if everyone in the room stops to admire or call out to the men still fully decked out in orange painted armor. Their helmets sit securely on their sides as their eyes scan the room. Each step is taken with purpose as they determine how the night will end. Brothers come up to them and slap their shoulder guards with congratulatory shouts. While most are excited for friends and dates to pull them away, on clone locks onto your both. A devastating smile tugs at his lips as he shoots a wink to your human friend before joining a group of troopers in blue at the bar.

“I somehow think he’s more interested in Jared,” you say and sink further into the booth cushions. Frustration mixes with the shot you throw back and stings the back of your throat. A warm tingling sensation washes over you with a bitter stab of defeat.

“As much as the 212th are passionate lovers, I don’t think they’re what you need for tonight,” Kiva snickers behind his glass. His eyes solely focus on something -- no someone -- at the bar as he takes a slow sip of whiskey.

You drag your gaze to follow Kiva’s, and to no surprise you find a certain clone with a lovestruck smile looking right back at him.

“The boys in blue are back home, baby,” Jared hollers, causing a couple of shouts to come from the trooper squad.

You roll your eyes and grab Jared’s practically full glass as your own. “Here I thought we were trying to find me a date. Silly me,” you mutter. You wince as the flood of fruit liquor invades your tastes buds, and your friends pull away from the booth. Both quickly weave their way through the crowd to take their place by their trooper’s side.

“I am so glad to see you, cya’re,” Fives exclaims and pulls Kiva into a tight embrace.

As much as he wants to tease his brother for being the sap he is, Jesse can’t tear his gaze away from the one person left in the booth his brother’s partners came from. The flashing lights highlight the curve of your neck. Collarbones just peeking past the collar of your top, and the teasing glimpse makes Jesse bite his lip. His eyes trail across your facial features as he watches the straw of your drink rest on your bottom lip. The tip of your tongue lazily pulls it into your mouth as you take a deep breath before taking a sip. What does your sigh sound like?

“Who’s your friend, Kiva,” Jesse asks without looking away from you. Carefully assessing anyone who passes by your booth.

“You remember Jared, right,” Kiva barely pays him any attention as Fives presses his face into Kiva’s neck. Jesse can barely make out your name between the giggles falling from Kiva and mumbles from Fives.

Craning his neck, Jesse tries to make out what you’ve been drinking, but all the moving bodies block the glasses from sight. Excitement buzzing in his bloodstream as he pulls himself up from his seat. As he walks past the tangled, unofficial couple, Jesse arcs his arm over Kiva’s head to whack Fives with his hand.

“Di’kut,” Fives grumbles.

“Sap,” Jesse throws back over his shoulder.

With just a few steps, Jesse joins Rex, Cody, and Jared at their spots at the bar. Jared rests his fingertips on the top of Cody’s utility belt as the two clones catch up on their latest deployments.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I just had a question for Jared,” Jesse comes up beside where Rex sits. Cody raises an eyebrow and warily eyes Jesse.

“Shoot,” Jared faces Jesse. A smirk tugs at his lip as Cody’s fingers rest on one his belt loops.

“Your friend over in the booth,” Jesse nods in your direction. His posture stiffens at the sight of another clubgoer leans across the side of the booth and smiles at you. “What's tonight’s drink?” Jesse grits out. When the other patron lightly trails her fingers across your shoulder, a snarl pulls at Jesse’s mouth.

“Friend in the,” Jared’s words trail off when he looks back at you now laughing with the other patron. “I thought the plan was pretty clear,”Jared groans, “Shots of Corellian whiskey”.

A low whistle comes from Rex, “Shots? Even I won’t do that”.

“Get me a flight of Corellian shots,” Jesse grabs the bardroids attention. His words come out sharper than he intended, but his stomach knots as he watches you play with the woman’s braids.

“Plan?” Cody tugs at Jared.

“Afraid it’s a night to forget about an asshole,” Jared says and watches Jesse with amusement in his eyes. “Been trying to convince ‘em to give one of you boys a chance, but the thought of finding comfort with a trooper for just a night makes ‘em distraught”.

A soft expression falls on Rex’s face as his gaze shifts between the booth and his ARC trooper. “That’s actually sweet,” he hums and takes a sip of his whiskey.

“Biggest heart to ever love,” Jared nods, ��but that also means the more pieces to pick up once it breaks”.

Rapping his knuckles on the bar, Jesse forces himself to take deep breaths. Not even waiting for the glasses to settle on the table, he takes a hold of the flights and walks over to your booth with determination. By the end of the night, he’ll do everything to make sure you’re only thinking about him. Tonight, you're his.

“How about another drink?” Elena asks. Her voice warm and inviting while her dark gaze causes your breath to hitch.

Before you can open your mouth to respond, another body slides into the booth. The metal flight of shots comes into the corner of your view on the table and a large hand rests on the apex of your thigh.

“Already taken care of,” a deep voice rumbles beside your ear.

Your body buzzes as the stranger’s warmth radiates from their body and presses into your back. Every deep breath they take slightly pushes you forward, but their other arm slithers around your middle to hold you tight to them.

“Next time then,” Elena winks at you and walks away.

Shallow breaths try to ease the sparks licking at your insides. Soft lips lightly trail across the curve of your shoulder as a deep chuckle fans hot breath across your skin. Flaming the bubbling heat coursing through your body.

Until your skin pricks from the lack of comforting touch all of a sudden. No longer wrapped up in their embrace as they pull away with a nervous laugh. “Sorry,” their words come out much softer. “I hope I didn’t come across too strongly, but I didn’t want to lose my chance to get to know you tonight”.

Thankfully, the abrupt sound of your body shifting around on the vinyl seat hides your small whine from the lost contact.

The moment your eyes meet the clone’s amber eyes, everything around you seems to fall quiet. You can just make out the faint shadow of a dimple at the corner of his plush lips in the dark lighting. Normally acts of flaunted confidence are received by an eye roll, but the way he leans in close enough just to give you an intoxicating taste makes you meet him halfway. One knee resting on the booth with an arm draped on the edge of the seat, his relaxed posture invites you to join him. Scooting closer, you lay your head on his arm and tentatively let your fingertips rest on his knee. His eyes widen with a growing smile at the sight of your flushed face, only for his eyes to darken when you trail your fingers across the plastoid guarding his thigh.

“Do I get to know who interrupted my chances of finding a date for tonight,” you try to ask with ease. Yet, the words seem to catch in your throat when his other hand returns to your leg.

“Why were you wasting your time searching when I’ve been in front of you the whole night,” Jesse’s voice is all but a low rumble. “Jesse,” he states with a firm squeeze to your thigh.

You bite your lip, desperately trying to hold the gasp trying to escape and breathlessly respond with your own name.

“Pleasure to meet you, Jesse,” you breathe out. Even with the dim lighting, you watch in glee as a soft blush kisses his cheeks.

“Pleasure's all mine, mesh’la,” Jesse matches your softness. His eyes flicker across your face. The electric pull they have on you only draws you in closer as they flash underneath the neon lights. “Cheers, to a night to remember,” Jesse’s hand leaves your thigh to grab one shot for himself and offers you another.

You roll your eyes and shoot him a teasing glare, “Let me guess. Jared set you up to this? Bet he told you my favorite drink followed by how it’s a night to forget”. Your fingers graze against his own as you take the shot glass from him. What was once a playful expression fully intended to make him a little excited, your gaze cuts across the rim of your glass and through him as you easily take the shot.

No matter how many bruises from sparring matches or how many battlefields he’s willingly run into, a cold wave of dread hits Jesse as he holds your gaze. “No,” he stammers and quickly downs the shot to not be rude. Before it can clink against the table, Jesse’s rushing to continue: “Well, maybe. Kind of? I asked him about you”. Both his hands fly in the space between you two, trying to clear the air. Although he’s all too familiar with the thrill of the chase when meeting a new evening’s lover, Jesse’s stomach twists at the sight of your raised eyebrow. Swallowing the shiny like panic, Jesse tries to reign in his emotions. You’re an ARC trooper for kriff’s sake - get a grip on yourself. Body posture still relaxed, but leaning away. Fingers pressing into the table- twitching either for another drink or to grab your card holder to book it out of here. There has to be something.

“I,” Jesse wets his lips, desperately trying to make the words flow. All sense of control and confidence dissipates from him though once his eyes fall on your lips. There it is. Slight smirk pulling your pretty lips and taking the edge away from your expression.

“You?” you hum. Resting an elbow on the table, you lean your head on your fist.

Within the few moments spent with Jesse, you’ve learned more about him just from how he carries himself than any conversation could reveal to you. A man who navigates the unknown world with a sense of confidence. A man who cares for those around him and goes to the furthest extent to show them. A man worth remembering.

“I,” Jesse lowly begins and slides closer to you, “have had my eyes on you all night. Watching how every emotion flickers across your face to create the most breathtaking expressions”.

He trails his hand lightly up your arm. Calloused fingertips ignite the tingling sensation you longed for with his fleeting touch.

“How, even though you’re sitting in a tucked away booth, you light up the room with small smiles and outbursts of energy through the night”. His lips brush against the shell of your ear, and warm breath fans across your already burning body. A chuckle rumbles when Jesse feels warmth radiating from you.

Drowning in his words, you can only focus on the gentle taps of his fingers as they fall across your shoulder. Taking a deep breath, it catches in your throat as your chest rises and meets his own. When did he get so close?

“How,” Jesse says as he drags his nose across your cheek bone and breathes in your intoxicating scent, “out of everyone in this club, your head only turned for me”. A rush of excitement hits him as ghosts his lips over your own. Jesse’s heart thunders at the whisper of your gasp.

Everything feels too much. All the alcohol floods your mind. The soft touches that make you twitch and squirm for more. Golden eyes that seemingly glow as they take all of you in, leaving you bare in front of him. Honeysuckle words that drip into the cracks in your heart and forge new connections. And those fucking lips.

“Jesse,” you say breathlessly. Sparks kiss your lips where the two of you barely meet. Just barely any space separating the two of you. Just enough space to make you dizzy.

“Yes, mesh’la,” Jesse hums. He presses his forehead against yours, and he sucks in a breath as your blown out eyes glimmer at him. Unable to keep any oxygen in his lungs, Jesse’s chest rises and falls fast. His hand travels across the material of your shirt, up the back of your neck, and rests at the base of your head. Fingers shaky as he rubs small circles.

Your arm long abandoned the table as your hands move up both thigh plates of his armor. Fingernails adding new scratches to the faded scuff marks and worn paint. As you slip a few fingers where his compression top tucks into the utility belt, your mind goes numb as the sound of Jesse’s strangled groan. His dark, amber eyes hold a challenging glint in them.

“Jesse,” you say again, almost in a reverent tone of need. Almost as if this man is the last hold on reality you can grasp as you tug him closer. “Jesse, I,” you try to continue. But the words melt on your tongue when his other hand wraps around your waist and pulls you tight. Letting yourself fall into Jesse, the two of you become tangled in each other’s hold.

“You?” Jesse teases with a growing smirk. At this point he can’t tell if he hears the deafening bass or his heartbeat in his ears. If he feels hot from the crowded club as patrons move all around them or if it’s all from the fire that you’ve ignited in him. Unable to tell where his body separates from yours.

“I never want to forget you,” you confess.

“Good thing I never want to let you go then,” Jesse whispers.

Before you process his words, Jesse’s lips press against your own and draw out a strangled moan. His tongue darts across your bottom lip, begging for permission to have the smallest taste of you. Parting your lips, your hands trail across his torso to press into his back and push him impossibly closer into you. Neither of you pay attention to the club goers or the hollers coming from the bar, as lust sends the two of you into a frenzy. His arm draped across the booth wraps around you and pulls you into his lap as it presses into the small of your back. Fingertips toying with the end of your top and barely touch your skin.

When you pull away with a chaste smack, Jesse chases after you. Heavy breaths fall between the pair of you as he rests his forehead in the crook of your neck.

“Jesse, come home,” you pant.

A lazy hum tickles your neck as he drags himself away from your embrace. When he straightens up, his eyes melt like honey when they meet your lovestruck gaze.

“I already am, mesh’la,” Jesse murmurs before pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead.

"So, I'll see you tomorrow then, trooper?" you say and nudge him to look at you. Lips softly grazing against the corner of his mouth.

"And the day after that until death due us part," Jesse promises with a kiss.

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