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superlarva · 9 months

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Teen Hardcase with what I think of as the quintessential teen haircut.

Here's Chapter 6 - Shopping of Raising Dominoes! I had fun writing this one. Well, I have fun writing all of them :)

Prologue: 00 Previous Chapter: 05 Next Chapter: 07

Summary: Rex, Hardcase, and Fives go shopping.

CW: Implied/referenced child abuse (not really in this specific chapter, but just to be safe)

Chapter 6 - Shopping

After dropping Cody off at his car, Rex swung back around to his apartment building to pick up Hardcase. He had to admit, it would be helpful to have the teen around at the mall. An extra set of eyes to watch Fives and an extra set of arms to help carry things would not hurt.

That being said, Rex could not help the feeling of anxiety that settled in his gut as he knocked on the apartment door across the hall from his own. Hardcase could be a handful. He was a good kid, but he was loud and energetic to the point where it gave Rex a headache. He just hoped this was not going to turn into him babysitting the teen.

No one came to the door immediately and Fives began to fidget, “Maybe no one’s home.”

Rex frowned and knocked louder, “Well, Kix and Jesse are at work and Dogma and Tup are at school, but Hardcase should be here.”

“The half adult, half kid?”

Rex smirked, “Yeah, the teenager.”

At that the door swung open, revealing Hardcase, headphones dangling around his neck and mouth gaping a bit at the sight of Rex at his door.

“Uh, hey,” Hardcase fumbled with his headphones to pause his music before grinning up at Rex. He gestured to the headphones a little sheepishly, “Sorry, I guess I had it on a little too loud.”

“It’s fine.” Rex shrugged then motioned towards Fives, “This is Fives. He’s my, uh, he’s my son.”

Rex cringed at how uncomfortable he felt introducing Fives as his kid. Fives was his son and he already loved him more than he ever knew he could love anyone, but at the same time, he did not really feel like he knew the boy. And he sure as hell was not confident he deserved to be the kid’s dad.

Neither boy acknowledged Rex’s awkwardness and Hardcase gave Fives a silly salute, causing the boy to giggle and mimic the salute back, “Hiya Fives! I’m Hardcase.”

Fives giggled again, “Hardcase is a funny name.”

Hardcase grinned, “Fives is kinda a funny name too.”

Fives’s eyes glazed over, and the smile dropped from his face, mouth hanging slightly ajar. Rex jumped in quickly and laid a hand on the boy’s shoulder to try and bring him back from whatever thought had just crossed his mind, “We’re going to go to the mall to get some lunch and some things for the kids if you want to join us.”

Hardcase hesitated, looking between Rex, Fives, and the empty apartment behind him, “Am I allowed?”

Rex’s brows raised, he never knew Hardcase to be this cautious, “I wouldn’t be asking if you weren’t.”

Hardcase narrowed his eyes at Rex before something clicked and he grinned, “Okay.” He raced back into the apartment to grab his things.

As Hardcase disappeared, Rex crouched down next to Fives, “Hey, you okay?”

After a beat Fives shifted his gaze to meet Rex’s, the fog lifting from his eyes. He nodded.

“Hardcase is a good kid,” Rex explained, worried that something about the teen had freaked Fives out. He smiled fondly after Hardcase, “Sometimes he just gets into a little trouble because he’s too… energetic. That’s why he’s not at school today.”

“Do I go to school too?”

“You will,” Rex said, gaging the boy’s reaction. He seemed completely fine now. It was… puzzling.

Rex heard Hardcase footsteps approaching and straightened back up before smiling down at Fives, “Soon. But don’t worry about that right now.”

Hardcase reappeared and shut the door, locking it behind him, “Thanks so much, Rex. I was bored outa my mind.”

Rex smirked, “Don’t mention it. You’re only here to help me carry the heavy stuff.”

“Well, I only came for the free lunch,” Hardcase teased back as they headed down the stairs.

By the time they arrived at the food court, Fives and Hardcase were thick as thieves. Fives had asked what Hardcase’s headphones were, which resulted in them learning that Fives had never heard music before and Hardcase introducing him to the medium.

Fives clearly loved the sounds, his grin only growing wider as each new song was played. Rex made a mental note to show the boy Cody’s CD collection when they visited his apartment.

“Alright,” Rex said as they entered the food court. “Lunch first. What do you boys want?”

“Chicken teriyaki!” Hardcase said grinning and darting off through the throngs of people.

“Does that sound good?” Rex asked Fives as he grabbed the boy’s hand so as not to lose him in the crowd.

Fives shrugged.

Rex realized that it was possible the kid had never had chicken teriyaki before and made his way towards a man holding a platter of samples, “Here, you can get a sample from this gentleman to see if you like it.”

As they approached the man he smiled down at Fives, stuck a toothpick in a piece of chicken, and offered it to the boy. Fives looked up at Rex and Rex nodded, “Go ahead.”

The boy took the piece and popped it into his mouth.

“Yummy?”

Fives’s contemplative face devolved into a massive grin.

Rex couldn’t help but smile back, “Should we get more?”

“Can we? Please?”

“Of course,” Rex said, leading Fives towards the back of the line where Hardcase stood, fidgeting impatiently.

They got their food quickly and made their way to a table by the fountain. Rex had been worried about Fives near the crowds of people, but the boy seemed fine. He had even ordered his meal by himself, copying what Hardcase had said just before him.

Rex watched both boys begin to inhale their food and had to remind them to drink some water between bites. After Hardcase shoved the last bite of Fives’s unfinished chicken into his mouth, he turned to Rex, “So, what are we getting first?”

“I was thinking we’d start with the furniture, then move on to clothes and, uh, other things,” Rex said, starting to wish Cody was with him, making a list of everything the boys would need.

“Cool, so Ikea first.”

Rex nodded and began gathering up their trash. Fives and Hardcase started helping him and they were off to the furniture store before Rex knew it.

Rex himself was overwhelmed with the vast selection of children’s furniture at the department store and could tell Fives was as well. The boy never strayed out of arm’s length of Rex and was staring at the displays with wide eyes.

Hardcase, on the other hand, was pushing the cart excitedly and pointing to various different items he thought looked “cool” and asking Fives if he liked them.

Eventually, Rex picked out a couple bedroom sets that fit within what he assumed was his budget and asked Fives which one he wanted. The boy almost shyly pointed to the dark stained wooden set. Rex grinned, that was the one he would have picked. Hardcase seemed a little disappointed that Fives wouldn’t be getting a bed shaped like a rocket ship.

“What about Echo?” Fives asked, tugging Rex’s sleeve.

Rex frowned, he wished he knew more about the other twin, “Do you think he wants the same kind, or a different one?”

Fives shrugged, “I don’t think he’d care.”

“We’ll just get him the same one then,” Rex said, pulling out a pad and writing down the name of the bedroom set. They still needed two twin mattresses and sheets. Rex knelt down to Fives’s height, “Do you want to go with Hardcase to pick out some sheets for your beds?”

Fives shrugged a little reluctantly.

“I’ll just be right over there looking at the mattresses,” Rex said pointing.

Fives still didn’t look convinced, so Rex stood, pointing to the children’s section, “I don’t know about you Hardcase, but I saw a lot of fun looking sheets over there. I guess if Fives doesn’t want to go with you, you can pick out sheets for him and Echo all by yourself.”

Hardcase grinned, catching on quick, “Oh, yeah, I’ll be sure to get the best ones. Princesses and fairies and butterflies.”

Fives’s brows knit together, eyes darting between the two older men. As Hardcase turned away and began strolling over to the sheets, Fives gave in and ran towards the teen with impressive speed, “Wait! Wait, I’ll go with you!”

Rex snorted, a victorious grin plastered onto his face. As good as if felt to have Fives latch onto him, it was important that the boy would be able to separate himself from him, especially when it came time to send him to school.

Once the boys disappeared down an aisle, Rex turned away and headed towards the mattresses. The bed sets Rex was planning on buying for the boys contained frames for twin beds, so he picked out a twin mattress and noted the name down on his pad for later.

Rex grabbed a few pillows as he made his way back over to the sheets section to make sure the boys were still alive. Fives was standing next to the cart, arms full of what looked like sheets decorated with little colorful cartoon planets and spaceships. He looked over to Rex as he approached and held out the sheets, “For Echo?”

Rex smiled and dumped the sheets and pillows into the cart, “Where’s Hardcase?”

“I wanted the dino ones,” Fives explained, pointing up.

Hardcase was scaling the shelving unit to retrieve white dinosaur print sheets from the top shelf, about 4 meters off the ground.

“Hardcase!” Rex hissed, moving to stand under the boy in case he fell.

Hardcase looked down and shot Rex a sly grin, pressing a finger to his lips, before grabbing the sheets and tossing them down into the cart. He then motioned for Rex to move away.

“Don’t you dare,” Rex said through gritted teeth, even as he backed away towards Fives.

Hardcase sprung from the ledge and hit the ground, rolling as he did to break his fall. It made quite an impressive sound and Rex saw heads turning their way. He grabbed Hardcase by the arm and yanked him to his feet, “They have people who get paid to get things from the top shelf.”

“But that was more fun,” Hardcase smirked.

“We don’t climb inside.”

“What about at the rock gym?”

“That’s an exception. You know what I mean.” Rex sighed, turning to Fives, who was watching their back and forth with interest, “Sorry, kid, sometimes Hardcase isn’t a good example. We don’t climb on things in stores.”

Fives nodded, eyes not leaving Rex’s.

Rex shook his head, he knew Hardcase was just trying to be helpful, but he didn’t want Fives to try anything and get himself hurt, he was so small and fragile. “Okay, we got some sheets…” Rex trailed off thinking of what else they needed.

Fives pointed to a stack of quilts across the aisle, “Look! A bigger one!”

Hardcase picked up the quilt off the shelf that Fives was pointing to, “Hey, it matches.”

The navy patchwork quilt did indeed look like it belonged to the same bedding set as the sheets Fives had picked out.

“You want this quilt?” Rex asked, taking it from Hardcase and showing it to Fives.

Fives nodded and bounced a little on his toes, “Yes, please.”

“Alright, now for Echo’s.”

The trio scanned the shelves in search of a matching space quilt for Echo and found it after a few minutes, adding it to their cart.

Rex led the boys over to get lamps and nightlights next before finishing up at Ikea in the rug section.

After they paid and ordered the bed sets and mattresses to be delivered, they put everything into the trunk and wandered over to Target to get more clothes for the twins. Fives seemed to be enjoying himself and Rex was glad, he had thought the mall might overwhelm him too much and they would have to stop for the day after getting the furniture.

It was starting to get late in the afternoon, so Rex decided he would go grab some of the more “boring” essentials for the boys like socks and underwear while he let Hardcase and Fives take care of shirts and pants.

As Rex finished up, he made a quick stop in the toy section to get a few games for the kids. He didn’t really know what the boys would like, so he just picked out what he thought were the quintessential children’s toys: a box of matchbox cars, a deck of playing cards, little plastic animals, Legos, some cool action figure dudes in shiny white armor holding blasters, monopoly, dominoes, and a coloring kit. He was floundering around the kid’s aisle wondering what else he could get them when something fuzzy caught his eye.

Rex found Hardcase hard at work measuring a shirt against Fives’s body. Fives saw him first and pointed over to a cart with a few sets of clothes in it.

Hardcase, seeming to decide that the shirt would fit, flung it over his shoulder into the cart and turned to Rex, “Kix kept all of Tup’s old clothes, so we didn’t get a ton. I figured we could donate his stuff to you.”

Rex nodded, “That would be great actually. Thank you.”

“No problem.”

Rex turned to Fives, “I got you a present.”

“A present?”

“Yup,” He revealed a stuffed T-rex from behind his back and presented it to the boy.

Fives’s mouth dropped open, “Is- is that a real one?”

Hardcase laughed, “No, silly.”

Fives reached out to touch it.

“It’s a stuffed animal,” Rex explained, letting the boy take the toy. “Or, I guess, a stuffed dino.”

Fives looked up from the plushie with big innocent eyes, “What do they do?”

Rex paused, looking to Hardcase, then back at Fives, “Er- wait- stuffed animals or- or dinosaurs?”

“Dinosaurs?”

“Yeah, dinosaurs… dinos,” Rex shut his mouth, mind racing at Fives’s blank expression. Had Fives not known what dinosaurs were from the start? Had he first seen them on the pajamas he had picked out for him that first night and then just recognized them on the sheets and wanted them?

Luckily Hardcase covered for Rex as his mind went into overdrive, “Dinosaurs are these animals from a really long time ago. They’re really cool looking. They don’t live here anymore, but they used to. Their bones are underground now, and people like to dig them up.”

“So, this is a pretend one?”

“Yup,” Hardcase said popping the p. “You sleep with it at nighttime.”

“Oh,” Fives hugged the toy close to his chest and closed his eyes. “Like this?”

“Exactly.” Suddenly, a wicked grin spread across Hardcase’s face, “Hey, you know what that dinosaur is called?”

Rex was pulled out of his thoughts and began to blush. He knew where the teen was going with this.

“What’s it called?” Fives asked, oblivious.

“A T-rex, a tyrannosaurus rex.”

Fives’s grin matched Hardcase’s and he turned to Rex, “Like you!”

“Yeah, like me, kid,” Rex sighed, ruffling the boy’s hair. “Do you want to come help me pick one out for Echo?”

Fives’s face lit up, “Are there more?”

“Uh-huh,” Rex nodded, feeling a little self-conscious, “You can pick out a different one if you want too, I just thought…”

“No! I like this one the most! I just didn’t know there was another for Echo.”

“There’s plenty to choose from,” Rex said, leading the boy over to the toy aisle.

When they arrived at the shelves stocked full of plushies, Fives jaw went slack. He kept the T-rex under one arm and began riffling through the toys, trying to find the perfect one for Echo.

Hardcase and Rex stood back and watched the boy with amusement as he seemed to gravitate towards the other dinosaur stuffed animals. Eventually the boy pulled out a blue triceratops and held it out to Rex for approval.

“Think he’ll like that one?”

Fives nodded and popped it into the cart, keeping his T-rex secure under his arm.

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frostycatblr-fandom-files · 8 months

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omg yES I'd love a part two to the Captain Rex headcanons with an anxious reader with the relationship part since you offered! ;u; I loved the first part so much (and that you included more from the 501st!) tytytyty 💙💙💙

Aw anon I'm so glad! Thank you for coming back as well, and continuing to fuel my feelings for our fine captain. 💙

Warnings and Information: Largely the same as part one. Undescribed fem!Reader with unspecified anxiety/anxious tendencies. Lots of fluff and other good feelings, primarily. Follows bullet point format. No Mando'a used this time. Reader is given different "nicknames" from the Clones to by-pass the use of a name in some cases.

Word count: 2,458

The set-up

The first time he goes to ask you if you'd like to grab some caf together, or go check out that little corner store not too far from the base by speederbike that one of your coworkers mentioned to you in passing, Rex puts in the effort to clean up his armor a bit. Now he doesn't go so far as to polish and repaint all the parts, but he doesn't want to look fresh off a battlefield either where he's caked in mud and dirt and ash. He wants to show you he cares by looking nice when he goes to lay out his offer. You're past the probationary period following your transfer, and he thinks it'd be nice to sort of celebrate that.

You're in your jumpsuit, cheerfully strutting around the hangar to complete the necessary work a little earlier than usual this morning when he first sees you. "Good morning, Captain Rex!" You're all bright-eyed and sunny smiles for so early in the day. Must be in a really good mood now that you feel the weight that comes with being fresh blood in the "office" has been lifted from your shoulders. Can breathe a little easier when there are less eyes scrutinizing your every move. "You're in a good mood today." Rex replies, careful to keep the right balance of being personable and professional within earshot of other civilian staff, as always, "Is there a special reason?" Your grin and your body language tells him everything he needs to know.

"Oh, no reason. Reasons, on the other hand…" you suggest, biting your lower lip to keep yourself from giggling within earshot of those same workers that you've seen him eyeing out of caution. You can afford to be a little braver now, but you should still be cautious. Rex smiles, delighted to hear and see that you're not feeling quite so anxious as you once were. You still have your nervous, self-soothing quirks like fiddling with the wrist-strap of your time device whenever you wear one, or twirling a stylus between your nimble fingers or rocking softly on the balls of your feet. Rex doesn't see you utilize them quite as often these days now that you're off probation, and it makes him feel so much better to see you more relaxed and comfortable here.

He still asks his brothers to keep an eye on you or give you any help in his stead if he senses you becoming overly anxious about anything. Dogma still offers to take any paperwork down to General Skywalker for you (and is certain to remember to knock, now). Fives and Echo still hang out around your desk and your workspace whenever they get the chance. Tup drops by with small snacks or drinks from the mess if you can't spare a moment to get away from your work (and he'll never say no to an offer to help fix up his hair, either). Kix has been by a few times to come sit with you when the anxiety gets really bad, coaching you through your grounding exercises, or acting as a GAR medic (who has authority to treat civilian staff in non-emergency situations) he can administer something to take the edge off. And Jesse has made plausible excuses for you to your boss's face if you've needed to step away and collect yourself, if it's really severe.

They all figure if the captain likes you, and on occasion asks them to check in with you for his "peace of mind" ("Captain Rex has a cruuuuush~" "Hardcase stop before you get yourself in troub-" "It's not just the Captain, Fives. She does too.") they shouldn't be afraid to cement their friendships with you anymore.

“Oh, by the way, Captain,” you call over your shoulder as you walk off to where you’d been summoned, “your armor looks very nice today.” Unfortunately, you were called away to take care of something just as he plucks up his nerve to ask if you’d like to grab a cup of caf with him before the day really gears up, but he doesn’t have to wait much longer for another opportunity.

The first "date"

It comes as a rather impromptu and unofficial thing, with one of the mechanics shouting across the hangar as he wraps up his welding kit that the repairs have been finished on a LAAT that had taken a heavy beating. "Captain! Gunship's good to go!" These guys are good. You get to the gunship before Rex does, admiring the handiwork of the repairmen in awe. "Wow… almost looks brand new, doesn't it?" He agrees with a chuckle, elbow to elbow with you. "What's it like to fly in one of these?" you ask, turning to him with earnest curiosity. It surprises him. "Weren't you transferred to the base in one of these?"

You shake your head, the datapad cradled a little tighter against your chest. "No, I got here by passenger shuttle."

Stay here, he tells you, he has an idea. He just needs to go find where Hawk is.

Hawk takes little time to get kitted-up in order to go take the LAAT for a test flight. Rex boards the gunship first, taking hold of one of the handles overhead before offering a hand out to you to help you up.

You regard the offered hand with mild apprehension, unclear if this is even allowed. "A-are you certain I can be up there? I'm just a civilian. I don't know that I can-" A simple smile is all he needs to calm you, quell your fraying nerves. “I’ll think of some clever excuse if anyone asks.” Rex promises you with one of his charming smiles and playful lift of his brow. He allows you to stand beside him so you feel more secure, showing you where best to grip the support handles as Hawk gears everything up. “Best hold on,” he warns you before you’d feel that lurch in your stomach as the ground falls away fast.

He tells Hawk to take it pretty easy, just a few test laps around the base and not too fast, and Rex keeps his eye on you as Hawk climbs the gunship high enough for his liking. Any sign from you that this was getting to be too much, and he would call it off. But you’re all giddy smiles and awed murmurings as you bravely peek at the ground far below from time to time.

“Beginning aerial test laps, Captain. I promise to go easy, ma’am!” Hawk calls back to the pair of you, beginning to maneuver and swing the gunship out to the right, making you bump hips with the Captain, unprepared to brace for the movement with your legs in addition to your upper body. You go to apologize, but he puts his hand on your opposite hip without a word (at first) to hold you a little closer to him to help you feel secure and steady. Rex apologizes to you for not warning you about the nature of the turns. “Flown in these things more times than I can count; it’s all just second nature to me.” You suppose that makes a lot of sense, surely a little flushed in the face, being so close. On the next turn, you know to anticipate it this time, but you still lean pretty heavily against him.

What happens next however is absolutely not your fault. Hawk purposefully takes a much sharper turn as he completes one of his last laps, and with the centrifugal force you’re really pushed up against Captain Rex, practically chest to chest with him now, and then laughs apologetically from the cockpit. “Whoops, sorry sweetheart! Got a little carried away on that one. You alright?” You’re fine, you answer just loud enough for Hawk to hear, finding yourself still so close against Rex, his hand still on your hip to hold you steady. You and Rex look at each other for one long moment, almost missing what Hawk says about taking you in for a landing, feeling a little lost in the other’s eye…

Once you’re back on the ground, you thank Hawk for letting you come along on the test flight for the repaired LAAT. “Oh, you’re welcome! I hope it was nice despite that one turn. Just got a little ahead of myself and forgot you’re not used to those kinds of ships.” You promise it’s okay, and thank him again. You should probably get back to work now, you explain, a little color in your cheeks after smiling at Rex and bidding him goodbye next.

He makes no mention of the transfer-smear of lip product found on his Captain’s face, one that looks an awful lot like the color you’re wearing this morning, until he’s certain you’re out of earshot. “That’s a nice color on you, Captain.” Rex takes a moment to clean his cheek of the evidence, a gentle pout playing across his features, his broad nose creasing as he responds to Hawk’s compliment. “You swung too wide on that last turn before we landed…”

As partners

It’s not long after that that things kick off. Secretly. There’s no official code or regulation against this (you’d know: Echo and Dogma checked for one extensively, separately and together) relationship taking place, but you’re going to keep it on the down-low for the most part. Rex has a professional image to maintain as a captain of the GAR, and you risk being transferred out should any of your higher-ups feel this partnership of sorts comes as a hindrance or serious detriment to your job as a civilian. (“Do you know how many want to be in your shoes? Do you have any idea just how sought-after this position is?” “A-A very good idea, actually. That’s why I’m here, sir. I promise, I’m not going to make any trouble.” (Oh how Fives and Jesse had wanted to give the civilian staff member you reported to a piece of their minds for talking to you like that.)) You and Rex find a way to make it work, with a little help from his brothers.

He visits you during work. Often as he can. Sometimes it's planned out in advance, where the two of you have lots of time alone. He makes sure that you're doing okay, and that you're taking care of yourself, of course, but primarily these opportunities to see you are just to spend time with you. Take his mind off of the war. Take your mind off of your job, or whatever troubles you. Sometimes it's discreet, spur of the moment little meetings in empty offices… or secluded corners his brothers have told him about.

"There's a blind spot in the cameras around here," Hardcase explains, unprompted, one afternoon over nutrimush in the mess hall, "You can get away with a lot of stuff right there behind the shelving." He's not sure if he's about to reprimand Hardcase as his Captain or to thank him as a brother for this insight for a long moment. "What do you mean by get away with a lot of stuff, 'Case?" There's quite a few options it turns out. Stash some contraband, (re)paint your armor without being bothered too much, or just… y'know. Have a nap? (Damn, okay, aside from whatever Hardcase means by contraband that sounds like a pretty great spot.) "Maybe I'll… check it out." Rex agrees with a simple shrug.

Oh and if he does, he has to be careful about a certain box on the shelves. Can't put empty snack wrappers back in it otherwise it'll attract ants again, Hardcase says he learned that one the hard way and it took a while to get it back under control just short of throwing away his whole collection of snacks. Two of them are welcome to just about anything they find in the box if Rex takes you there, but the energy drinks are off limits.

"Or just leave Hardcase five credits if you do take one." Echo calls from a little further down the table, pouring over some section of the regulation manual related to your job that you were having trouble understanding. (They used a lot of unnecessary and complicated words because it was translated into Basic from another galactic language.) "Fives and I do it all the time." A few more brothers confirm that they do the same since being let in on Hardcase's little secret. Dogma insists he does not. "I don't like these crazy energy drinks they come up with. 'Trotting Tauntaun' and 'Hyperspace Rush'? Makes me feel sick to my stomach and my heart race…" (It's probably all the caffeine, Kix calls back to him from Rex's left. Dogma might have a low tolerance for it and that's why he doesn't like it.)

This little nook within the hangar becomes the perfect place to decompress whenever Captain Rex notices you are looking more anxious than typical. One of his men has stashed away an old GAR-issue blanket that's stained with various smears of cobalt blue - 501st's Blue - but still plenty warm and comfortable to wrap up in. You can tell that it's Fives who added a little stack of flimsi scraps to write notes on the first time you come back here to this corner of the hangar with the Captain. Rex can see from a mile away that Kix is to thank for the healthier options within the box of Hardcase's snacks.

You're both not sure who scribbled your name along with his under the list of people who were "invited" here, but it makes you cry, in a happy way. To welcome their brother here would be one thing - all Clones had come up with secret, secluded spaces for themselves to have their privacy and establish stealthy boundaries for themselves and their well-being - but they were inviting you too. None of your other colleagues know about this sequestered space. They trusted you to keep their secrets. They liked you. Really liked you.

"To our Captain and his girl" the note begins, waiting for you both on top of the neatly folded blanket when Rex first helped you here, trying to help you settle your nerves after you were badly frightened by a speederbike backfiring outside the base as it whizzed past, "Welcome to our cozy little corner! We hope you like it here and trust that you'll keep it a better secret than General Skywalker and Senator Amidala being a "thing". Speaking of, figured it was time to let the loth-cat out of the bag now that you're both getting as serious as this war allows~. - The 501st"

Don't have a fic taglist for the time being, but I'll likely start one soon if I can figure out how to make those fancy forms some people have since I write a variety of stuff. For now, though, if you'd like to join a taglist for specific types of fics (for example just TBB-centric or just TCW-centric (or both)) don't hesitate to ask. 🩷

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din-miller · 6 months

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Blue Numbers Upon My Heart And Skin

Pairing: Rex x AFAB reader

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: it’s your wedding night and you have a surprise for your riduur.

Warnings: spoiler alert it’s a tattoo, 18+, unprotected piv (don’t be silly wrap your willy), 501st feels, married couple

A/N: I have no excuse for this. It’s my birthday and I wanted to write smutty smut. The divider is brought to you by @djarrex and @saradika The summary is lacking finesse but please read. Fives’ version < cause I’m obsessed with tattoos apparently. And after seven months I finally finished the clone wars and have thoughts

You knew the moment Rex introduced you to the 501st that it’s a package deal even if Rex hadn’t at the time.

It was him and them.

Then it was him, them and you.

A misplaced family in an unforgiving war.

It came as no surprise that when Rex finally asked you to marry him, a round of thunderous cheers came from somewhere in the background when you said yes.

Cody was Rex’s best man and Hardcase served as yours. It was a rather traditional wedding, small and lovely. All the 501st and 212th attended. Kix, through tears, officiated the ceremony. Tup made the wedding cake, Echo and Fives were in charge of decorations, which, surprisingly, didn't include too many lewd decorations. Jesse helped pick out your wedding outfit. A suit, white with blue stripes, fitted to showcase your figure.

It was everything you had imagined.

You just hope the night ends the way you planned it too.

It's just a matter of minutes before your secret is revealed. The three numbers Jesse tattooed onto your inner arm, right above your elbow, bare for Rex’s eyes. You didn’t tell Rex about your plan to get a tattoo, nor what it is. At the time it felt right – still feels right – but you’re a little scared of Rex’s reaction.

Your back is pinned up against the wall, Rex’s body hot against yours as he steals the air out of your lungs in a bruising kiss, his left hand slowly trailing its way up your inner thigh and you tremble at the sensation. Rex grinned in satisfaction when he felt the muscles under his fingers twitch.

Without breaking the kiss, Rex’s hands skillfully work your clothing off and before you could take a hold of your body, it noticeably tenses. Definitely not a reaction you should be having to your husband on your wedding night. Which is why you don’t blame Rex when he breaks the kiss, separating from you like you burned him.

You fight the urge to cover yourself, it would only make matters worse. Your husband’s eyes met yours, studying you and you can tell he's baffled when he can’t find a lick of pain or discomfort on your face. You don’t need a mirror to know your eyes are darkened with lust, pupils completely swallowed by your need to have him near you, inside you, and despite that fact he’s avoiding looking at your naked body, you can still see the way his body is hungry for you.

You don’t want that hunger to go away. You don’t want guilt to flood his mind. Don’t want him thinking you don’t want him. So you awkwardly shoved your arm into his face, your tattoo barely an inch away from his eyes.

“What are you doin-,” Rex stopped, expression blank as he took in the newly inked skin. Then, after a good minute of panic settling inside you, he traced the numbers, a soft smile momentarily replacing his lust filled expression, “501.”

You nodded, eyes becoming glossy as you smiled up at him, “Today I took you as my riduur and them as my kin. I want the galaxy to know that. To know that I’m yours.”

His reaction was instant; a growl escaped his throat, hands pawing at your body desperately as he pushed you towards the bedroom, “Bed.”

“Yes, Captain!” You saluted, wiggling your shoulders as you did so, your breast bouncing side to side. Rex moaned and before you could blink, he threw you over his shoulder and dropped onto the bed – gently mind you – but it still knocked the breath out of you. Flat on your back, spread out across the silk sheets, you raised a brow at him, “Oh Captain, do you treat all the ladies this way?”

“No, just my riduur,” Rex purred, sitting between your legs, eyes flickering down to your dripping pussy before roaming leisurely up your body, pausing on your newly inked skin, “Does it hurt?”

“No, I wore a patch designed for tattoos. Fully healed.”

“So I can do this?” His eyes darkened as he brought your arm up to his mouth, lips wet against your skin, “And this?” His teeth gazed over the ink, his breath tickling your inner elbow and you’re torn between laughing and whining.

“How do you want to proceed?” You asked, fingers running down his back, pulling him in against your chest, legs slotted together, pelvis pressed together.

“I want your mouth on me,” Rex breathed, tucking his head into the crook of your neck, his cock nudging your hip, pulling a gasp out of both of you, “But I don’t think I’d last a second with your sinister lips around me.”

“That’s okay, I understand. Let me grab the lube.” You kissed the top of his head, sliding out from underneath him long enough to grab the bottle of lubricant you packed. You don’t use it often, but there are days like this, where Rex is so worked up and on edge that he can’t make it past foreplay before cumming like a shiny. His words not yours.

You wordlessly handed the bottle to him and settled back in your previous position, legs spread wider to allow him access to your sex. Rex pressed a quick kiss to your lips before undressing himself.

You shamelessly watched, mouth watering as you took in every flex of muscle as his clothes went flying in every direction and your eyes followed a string of pre-cum as it dripped down his length. If Rex wasn’t so sure he’d cum the moment your lips made contact with his cock, you’d be on your knees right now begging for a taste.

“I’m going to make this so good for you, mesh’la.” Rex promised, the mattress dipping as he braced himself over your body, his slender fingers circling around your entrance applying lubricant, letting it mix with your own arousal before slowly sliding two fingers inside you.

A wanton whine left your mouth, heat shooting to your core. You held onto his shoulders, feeling the muscles underneath your palm move as he fingered you with expert precision, a long known knowledge of where to curl his fingers to have your back arching off the bed, his name filling the air as your walls clamped down around him.

“Rex, I’m so close,” You warned, fucking yourself on his fingers as you chased your own pleasure.

Rex lowered his forehead to yours in a keldable kiss, “Let go, I got you.”

With a choked off shout you came undone around his fingers, gasping for air as your orgasm soaked his hand, too much and not enough. You need more. You need your husband in the most intimate way. You blindly reached down and Rex must have understood. Using his clean hand Rex tilted your head up to meet him, “Are you ready?”

Not trusting your voice just yet, you answered by guiding his cock towards your entrance, closing the space between you and him. You moaned as he filled you up, inch by inch as your walls stretched around his meaty girth. Once buried deep inside, Rex’s head dropped onto your shoulder and he shook his head, "Cyare, i-I can't - it's going to be fast."

“It’s okay, Rex,” You reassured, smoothing down his hair, “Make me your riduur.”

Rex kissed the hollow of your neck as he waited for you to adjust to his size before setting a slow pace. In and out, in and out, speed picking up on each second thrust, eliciting moans, whimpers and whispers of pleasure from you as you rocked back meeting his thrusts, taking him deeper each time.

“Oh, maker,” You gasped out, nails digging into the sheets below you as his cock pounded into your cunt, “Harder, Rex, harder!”

Rex changed the angle of his thrusts, pace becoming a hard rapid slap slap slap and you cried out when the tip of his cock hit the bundle of nerves inside you, your eyes watering as you begged him not to stop. With a rough groan Rex grabbed your hips to move you in tandem with his thrusts and you bounced on his cock with breathless whines.

It didn’t take long until you felt the coiling heat in your abdomen return; you’re not going to last much longer. You propped yourself up on one elbow as your other arm slid between your legs, fingers finding your clit as you circled the little bundle of nerves, legs quivering as you applied just the right amount of pressure, chasing your orgasm.

“Kriff, you're so tight, so beautiful like this, all full of my cock,” Rex moaned, gripping your hips tighter as he kept his thrust even, mouth pressing hot open kisses to your breast, “Cum for me riduur, cum on my cock.”

With a choked off cry you did, your orgasm hitting you in brutal force and you threw your head back against your pillow, your cum soaking his cock and the sheets below you.

“Kriff, look at the mess you made. I’m not going to last, cyar’ika. I can’t –maker-,” Rex draped himself over you, biting down on the flesh of your breast, whispering praises into your skin, his cock pulsing against your walls and with a string of mando’a he was cumming deep inside you.

Finished, he slumped on top of you, bonelessly, exhausted and content. After a few moments of silence, Rex slowly eased out of you, flopping down beside you on the bed, his arms drawing you into his embrace.

“When Jesse said that you had a surprise gift for me, I had imagined it would be lingerie,” Rex admitted before letting out a laugh, “I probably should have been a little more concerned that he knew you bought lingerie.”

“You imagined me in lingerie?”

“Daily,” The corner of Rex's eyes crinkled, amused with himself. He ran his hand down your arm until he found your tattoo and placed a kiss to the inked skin, “Jesse I imagine, did a good job on the tattoo. Looks nice. Kix bandaged it right?”

“Stood guard during the tattoo process. Pissed Jesse off,” You swallowed, eyes avoiding his gaze as you bit down on your bottom lip, “You’re not mad? They’re your battalion, you’re brothers. I’d understand if you-,”

“Riduur, Kix married us, Echo and Fives came together to complete one brain cell and managed to not catch the venue on fire. Jesse tattooed you and Tup made us a cake,” Rex reminded you, and you felt a little foolish, “They’re your brothers too. They’d die for you and I know you’d do the same.”

He’s right. You’d do anything for them and vice versa. You gave a content sigh, relaxing into his embrace, “Most people don’t talk about death on their wedding night.”

“We’ve never been ‘most people’, cyar’ika.” Rex said, pushing you back flat against the mattress, capturing your lips in his.

You playfully nipped at his bottom lip before pulling back with a coy smirk, “Did I mention Dogma and his husband got me a lingerie set as a wedding present? If we get up and have a shower it should be washed, dry and ready by the time we’re done.”

“You expect us to be in the shower for forty-five minutes?”

“If you’re lucky.” You gave a naughty sway of your hips as you walked out the bedroom.

#captain rex #captain rex x reader #the clone wars #the clone wars fanfic #yeah I gave dogma a husband. what about it #Justice Joy Writes #married couple | the clone wars

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vodika-vibes · 7 months

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More than Friends

Pairing: Tup x Reader

Word Count: 1643

Warning: Tooth rotting fluff, you have been warned, also mention of a previous abusive relationship.

Prompt: "We could be more, if you want."

A/N: Once more, I'm ignoring the list of prompts I need to write, as well as the request I have, for a different clone. Sorry not sorry.

Divider by Saradika

“Thanks for helping, Tup,” You say cheerfully as your best friend places the final box on the floor of your living room, “I definitely would not have been able to afford the moving company.” You joke as you move between the stacks of boxes, making sure they’re all sorted properly.

“Well, you did promise me food and alcohol,” Tup replies as he organizes some of the boxes, “Plus, it got me out of today’s training.”

“Happy to help,” You grin at him, and step over a tightly rolled rug to join him in the kitchen. And then you lean against the counter and look at the stacks of boxes, “So. Where should we start?”

He leans against the counter next to you, “Mm. Kitchen, and then bedroom. That way if we don’t finish today, you’ll be able to eat and sleep.”

You flash a grateful smile up at him, and then lean against him comfortably, “What would I do without you, Tup?”

“Still be unloading your storage unit,” He counters with an answering grin as he reaches up and lightly tugs on the tips of your hair. “Come on, we’d better get to work.”

You sigh and allow your forehead to thump against his shoulder for a moment, and you smile when you feel his gentle touch on the top of your head. And then you pull back, “Alright. Same box or different boxes?”

“Different. It’ll go faster.” He pushes a box over to you, and then walks over to one of the taller boxes.

Several hours later, with your kitchen and bedroom unpacked, and the living room mostly unpacked, you flop onto your bean bag with a sigh. “I’m never moving again.”

The massive bean bag dips as Tup flops next to you, “Like, from the pillow or to a different house?” He jokes.

“Both,” You reply, turning your head to look at him with a fond smile, and then you laugh quietly, and roll onto your side. You reach out and lightly tug on one of his curls, “Your hair is falling down, Tup.”

“Well, I have been moving around a lot,” He says defensively, as he sits up and pulls his hair out of his bun and combs his fingers through his hair.

“You have, and I appreciate it,” You answer soothingly, reaching for his hair tie. “Here, let me braid your hair.”

Tup pauses, and then he presses the hair tie into your hands, “You are very good at braiding.” He agrees as he moves to sit on the floor in front of you.

“I had a lot of practice braiding my doll's hair growing up,” You say brightly as you lightly comb Tup’s hair with your fingers, and split it into sections.

“Ah, so that's the trick.” Tup’s eyes close as you start gently braiding his hair, “So, I have a question,” He says after a moment.

“What’s up?”

“Is it my fault that you and your boyfriend broke up?” Tup asks, without opening his eyes.

Your fingers pause for a moment, “Of course not,” You lie, “We just grew apart, that’s all.”

“...you’re a terrible liar.” He says with a sigh, “What caused the problem?”

“Apparently I’m ‘too close’ to you.” You roll your eyes, “He was jealous, possessive, and insecure, and I’m sure the break up would have happened anyway.”

Tup tilts his head slightly, “Possessive?”

“Yeah. He didn’t want me talking to you, or anyone with a Y chromosome. Or my family.” You reply easily as you tie off the braid, “There, done.”

Tup runs his hand down the braid, and then turns to look at you, something grim in his eyes, “He was trying to isolate you?”

You smile at him fondly, “So it would appear,”

“Cyare, why didn’t you tell me?” Tup asks, a frown crossing his face.

You laugh quietly and reach out to lightly cup his face with your hands, “Because I know you, Tup. If I told you, you’d get that look on your face, the same one you have right now, and then I’d have to bail you out of prison.” You pause, “Which I would, because you’re my best friend and I love you, but it would still be annoying.”

Tup blinks at you, and then he flashes a slow smile, “You’d bail me out of jail?”

“Well, yeah. Of course.” You absently stroke his cheek, “Besides, he did a shit job at isolating me.”

“Yeah, because I came to your place and you were so happy to see me that you tackled me.” Tup jokes.

“I-”

“You knocked me over.”

“...I did do that, didn’t I?”

“It was impressive. I was impressed.” Tup continues with a growing grin as he taps your hands, and you drop them from his face, “Your ex was much less so.”

“Well…I never hugged him like that, I suppose.” You admit.

Something gleeful dances across Tup’s face for a moment, “Good.”

You laugh and flop back on the beanbag, “You’re so petty sometimes, Tup!”

He watches you with a fond smile on his face, “Well, I’m allowed.” He moves back to the beanbag, flopping next to you, “You know it wouldn’t have worked, right?”

“Hm?”

“Him trying to isolate you.” Tup clarified, “If you think, for a moment, that I wouldn’t drag an entire squad of my brothers to rescue you-”

You grin at him and shift to drop your head on his shoulder, “My own personal knight in shining armor.”

He turns to look at you, something warm and soft in his gaze. His hand comes up to brush some of your hair out of your face. His fingers linger on your cheek for a moment, and he exhales slowly. He opens his mouth to say something, hesitates, and then flashes a rueful smile, “You owe me food, cyare.”

You grin at him, “Alright, alright. What do you want?” You ask as you sit up.

“Does that Mandalorian place deliver?”

“I think so. I’ll check.” You stand and walk over to the kitchen to grab your datapad, opening it and scrolling through the app.

Tup remains laying on the beanbag for a moment longer. He sighs quietly and presses the side of his fist against his forehead, his eyes squeezing shut. And then he gets to his feet and walks over to the kitchen.

“So, it looks like they do deliver, but we have to order a lot of food.” You say as he joins you, “So I was thinking that we could get appetizers, an entree, a dessert, and the drinks I promised you.”

“Sounds good,” Tup replies as he leans against the counter, and then he places his hand on the datapad and gently tugs it out of your hands, “So…I was wondering if we could talk?”

“Is something wrong?”

“No. Yes? Er…maybe.”

“...well, it does have to be one of those options, I suppose.” You reply, looking concerned, “What’s wrong?”

He takes your hands, slowly threading your fingers with his, “I really hated your ex.” Tup explains slowly.

“I know Tup. You weren’t exactly subtle-”

“No, I-” He sighs, and squeezes your hands, “I need you to listen to me, please?”

“Of course. You have my undivided attention.” You rub soothing circles on Tup’s hand.

“I really hated your ex even before you told me that he was trying to isolate you,” Tup explains slowly, “Because I’ve been in love with you for two years.”

“You-”

“Let me finish, please.” You close your mouth, and he inhales sharply, “I love you. I’m in love with you. I can go out and do my job as well as I can because I know that you’re here, safe, and waiting for me to come back. When I wake up every morning, you’re the first thought that crosses my mind, and you’re the last thing I think of before I go to sleep.” He speaks quickly, his grip on your hands tight, and his gaze searching your face for something, “And I know that we’re best friends, have been best friends for years. But-” He hesitates for a moment, “We could be more, if you want.”

You stare at him, your eyes wide. You slowly pull one hand out of his tight grip and you reach up and you very gently place your hand on his cheek, “You really think about me all the time?”

“How could I not?”

You smile, soft and gentle, “I would like more.”

“...you would?” Tup asks, lightly tugging you closer and slowly pressing his forehead against your own.

“Well yeah. It’s you Tup. It’s always been you.” You smile softly, “I’m just kind of blind sometimes. Will you ask me, properly I mean?”

He smiles then, wide and bright, “Will you be my girlfriend?” He asks, his voice low and breathy.

“Yes,” The rest of your sentence is stolen, as his lips press against yours in a gentle kiss. His lips are warm and soft, and his grip around you firm and comforting at the same time.

He slowly pulls back and presses his forehead lightly against yours again. Tup has a bright grin on his face, “So…did your ex break up with you because you’re in love with me.” He asks, his tone light and teasing.

“That…might have been mentioned, yes.” You admit sheepishly.

His grin grows, “You still owe me food, cyare.”

You huff, though there’s no annoyance on your face, “I suppose this will be our first date, then?”

“That sounds like a plan to me,” Tup leans in and kisses you again and again. “I’ll…go back to unpacking.” He kisses you one last time, and then releases you to return to the stacks of boxes still in the living room. You watch him for a moment, a smile on your lips, and then you finally turn back to ordering your dinner.

#star wars #tcw #Clone trooper tup x reader #tup x reader #x reader fanfiction #star wars fanfiction

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soclonely · 3 months

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The Clones as Things Your Teachers Should Have Told You As A Child To Encourage You

We are all up in the feels of supporting your inner child this week. I'm noticing a pattern of being let down by some of the adults in our life so I am here to be your teacher/coach/parent/stranger/society encouragement right now. Plus I really, really just miss doing these.

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Rex- "Seeing you guys is the best part of my day!"

Echo-"Your success in the classroom does not define who you really are"

Fives- "I see you."

Jesse- "You don't need college to be successful. A GED is just as good as a high school diploma. Vocational school is just as important and as good as going to a university. Whatever you choose to do with your future, you have my support and guidance."

Kix- "Of course I remember you!" (when you come back to visit, whether it be the next year or 10 years down the line)

Tup- "Even teachers have bad days. I'm sorry I was openly angry and snappy today. I will try to remember to leave my own personal problems at the door next time."

Dogma- "Honestly you aren't going to use this in life, but the state standards require I teach you it. So we are going to get through this as soon as possible" (look honesty is the best policy!)

Hardcase- "You have my full attention."

Coric- "I'm worried about you. Is everything ok?"

Bly- "Sometimes, the only thing holding you back is the attitude you have toward the proble. Its okay to circle back to it when you are feeling better about it"

99- "If you like the things and hobbies you have, other people’s opinion does not matter at all. All you know is that you are happy, and you live for who? Them or you?" (shoutout to my 5th grade teacher who made fun of me for liking star wars)

Cody- "I am sorry you don't trust me. What can I do as your teacher to make you more safe when in my classroom?"

Waxer/Boil- *Put a sticker on your graded paper just because*

Wolffe- "I apologize for grading you on this material and not realizing you were struggling. Would going over it together and redoing the test once you fully understand help? Would a different assignment in its place be okay if you aren't confident

Boost/Sinker- "I believe in you."

Hunter- "If any of you need a quiet place to just take a moment by yourself, my office door is always open and my classroom is empty during these periods"

Wrecker-"Always be yourself because everyone else is taken."

Tech- "I am listening."

Crosshair- "No matter how good you are at something, there's always someone else who can do it better." (some of us needed a little humbling lets be honestl)

Omega- "They’re missing out, because you’re a kid worth knowing." (in response to any exclusionary classmates or just isolation feelings)

Howzer- "Thank you for explaining your situation with me. I will try my best to accomodate you in the meantime"

Fox- "How are you today?"

Gregor- "You know what? I think we've had enough. No homework for the week."

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ghostofskywalker · 2 years

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The Guard’s General

Commander Wolffe/Fem!Reader

Fictober Day 23 of 31

Words: 1,313

Summary: When you stop by 79′s looking for Fox, Wolffe can’t help but feel enamored by his brother’s new general.

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You scanned the room to look for the telltale red helmet of your commander, but it was difficult when the bar was full of identical soldiers in terrible lighting. You thought that the recognizable armor of the Coruscant Guard would be somewhat of a help when trying to locate him, but so far you weren’t having any luck. Sighing, you approached the bar, intent on asking the bartender if they had seen him.

You didn’t want to bother Fox on one of his few nights off, but the system that the Guard used to keep track of all its data was currently malfunctioning, and you needed to ask about one of the arrests made earlier today so you could fix the entry. If it were up to you, you would just wait until he returned to duty the following afternoon, but the arrest itself was rather high profile, and you didn’t want it to sit too long without being corrected.

Before you got a chance to flag the bartender down to ask, you heard someone shout your name from across the room, and you turned to see a table full of soldiers in blue armor waving in your direction. Shaking your head with a smile, you decided to indulge the 501st and make your way over to them.

“General!” Fives said brightly as you approached, already slightly tipsy (if the slur in his words and the amount of empty beer bottles on the table were any indication). Kix, Jesse, Hardcase, and Tup were all sitting at the table as well, and they smiled at you in greeting. “Come to have a good time?”

“I wish,” you said. “But I’m actually here looking for Commander Fox, have any of you seen him?”

“Why should we know?” Jesse asked, hiccuping between the first and second word. “He’s your commander.”

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Just because I’m now in charge of the Coruscant Guard doesn’t mean I have tracking chips on my men, you know.” To anyone else who might be listening in, your words would have sounded mean, but you’ve worked with the 501st enough times before this to have a comfortable relationship with them. Your reassignment was still barely six months old, when the Jedi Council decided that adding a General to the Guard would help boost their effectiveness and offered the position to you. You had been an auxiliary general at the time, jumping from battalion to battalion and helping out however you could, which was where you had met the men sitting at the table in front of you.

“I think he might be sitting with Rex and Cody,” Kix offered. “There’s a table in the corner that pretty much everyone leaves open for the commanding officers, and Rex sometimes sits there when we manage to drag him out.”

“I think that’s probably my best bet,” you said, listening as Kix and Jesse pointed in the direction of the table, and you could see some of Cody’s orange plastoid from where you were standing.

Waving goodbye to the men of the 501st, you headed over to the table tucked away in the corner of the bar. There were three men sitting at it, Cody, Rex, and another clone in gray armor that you didn’t recognize. He had a scar on his face and a cybernetic eye, and despite the scowl he wore, you couldn’t help but stare for a moment. It wasn’t because of his injury, but rather the way he held himself. You couldn’t lie, it was attractive, and so was he.

“General!” Cody greeted you, pulling you from your (definitely not Jedi-like) thoughts. “What brings you here tonight?”

“I’m looking for Fox,” you responded. “I need to ask him something about an arrest he made today, and the 501st suggested that I check this table.”

“He popped out to the ‘fresher,” Cody said. “But he should be back any second if you want to wait here for him.”

“My men weren’t giving you any trouble, were they?” Rex asked. “I told them all to behave tonight.”

“Other than Fives and Jesse being a little drunker than they probably should be, everything is fine,” you reassured him. “Though I get the sense they’re still annoyed at me for taking the reassignment.”

“They definitely are,” he said as he shook his head. “I wouldn’t be surprised if some of them get themselves arrested just for a chance to see you.”

You couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled from your mouth at his comment. “You’re kidding.”

“I wish I was,” he deadpanned. “Hopefully the fact that you said hello to them tonight keeps them out of trouble, because I’d prefer not to be woken up by a call asking me to come get them from your holding cell.”

Both you and Cody laughed at his words, as Rex just took another sip of his drink. The other clone at the table opened his mouth to speak, but Fox came walking back to the table at the same moment, and he stopped when he saw you standing in front of him. “General?” he asked. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Yes, actually,” you said, beckoning for him to follow you. “The system is malfunctioning again and I need to ask you about one of your arrests today.”

***

As you and Fox walked outside to talk about whatever you needed to, Wolffe turned back to Cody and Rex. “Alright, I must be missing something. Who’s that and why do you all know her?”

There was a part of him that really wanted to get to know you, but he kept his feelings to himself. Cody gave your name, mentioning that you were about the same age as General Skywalker and having been trained by Master Shaak Ti.

“She originally worked as an Auxiliary General, helping out any battalion or squad that needed it. It doesn’t take a genius to tell that my men are all enamored with her,” Rex said. “We’d worked with her a few times before, until she was assigned to the Coruscant Guard a few months ago.”

“Fox didn’t say anything to you about finally getting a Jedi?” Cody asked.

“No,” Wolffe shook his head. He had spoken to his batch-mate several times since your reassignment, and Fox had simply never mentioned anything being different among the Guard, which apparently was completely false. “No, apparently he felt the need to hide his pretty new general from me.” The words slipped out before he could really register them, and Cody’s face instantly changed.

“Do I sense a little jealousy there?” he asked, and Wolffe just fixed him with a glare as he took another sip of his drink. “What? I saw the way you were looking at her.”

“I don’t even know her.”

Rex decided to jump into the conversation too, much to Wolffe’s dismay. “But you want to.”

But before he could respond to Rex’s accusation, Fox came walking back over to the table and sat down. “Where’s the general?” Cody asked. “She didn’t want to stay for a drink?”

Fox just shook his head. “She had important things to do back at headquarters.”

“Shame she couldn’t stay for longer,” Cody said. “Because Wolffe here likes her.”

“I do not!”

Fox just laughed at his brother’s denial, but he could tell he was lying. And from the way that you had asked him about the commander in the gray armor when you were outside with him, it made him think that the attraction wasn’t just one sided. “How about next time we all go out for drinks, I’ll invite the General, okay?”

Both Rex and Cody nodded eagerly, and even though Wolffe didn’t respond, Fox knew that he wouldn’t have any problem with it. Maybe he would even try to get them to sit next to each other.

- the end -

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523rdrebel · 6 months

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

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

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

Have a beautiful afternoon!

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

Kix x Jedi Reader - First Kiss Prompt

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I could tell." Kix deadpans.

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

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

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

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goosewriting · 3 months

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“Have we met?”

summary: what if Fives had been stopped before removing his inhibitor chip on Kamino and was instead sent back after reconditioning, thereby forgetting you?

relationship: Fives x gn!reader

warnings: hmmm angst :^), mentions of characters’ deaths, implied brainwashing?, dw there’ll be comfort at the end

word count: 2.2k

A/N: in my book Fives is alive, no matter what. here’s one take lol mainly because i found some prompts and this idea refused to leave my brain

prompt used (source): we have just met and yet it feels like i have known you for a lifetime

Navigation: Part 1 (you're here!) | Part 2

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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→ PART 1: When he came back to you

When you heard the news about what Tup had done on Ringo Vinda, you couldn’t believe it. You were told that Fives went with him to Kamino to get checked. Something about a parasite or a virus; that was all the explanation you were given. But if you were being honest with yourself, no one seemed entirely convinced, including some of the Generals, and Rex.

Fives was currently being held on Kamino for a couple more rotations to keep an eye on him, but was meant to come back to the Resolute soon enough.

You sit in your room, thinking about how the whole deal smells a little fishy to you. You’d just have to ask Fives in person once he comes back. The fact that he isn’t responding to any of your messages isn’t helping, however.

A long time ago, you had joined the GAR as a mechanic and worked (and studied) yourself up to mechanical engineer. Since with your new position came your own little workshop to tinker in, you had modified your and Fives’ comm devices to send encrypted messages to each other. They were coupled to the long range transmissions of the ship itself, so your messages didn’t get delivered immediately, so as to not raise any suspicion if someone were to check the log. But that’s how you would communicate with him when he was away.

Usually it didn't take more than a few rotations for Fives to answer. Even when he was on the most secretive of missions as an ARC trooper, he’d still send you one of your code words to let you know he was okay. Now it’s been longer than ever before since you sent him your last message that went unanswered.

You can’t help but stand up and start pacing back and forth in your room, trying to push back the feelings of worry. Rex told you Fives is supposed to come back today, but you still haven’t heard anything fromeither. The one thing the captain did tell you, though, was about Tup sadly passing away on Kamino. Those news really didn’t do much to help you feel reassured about Fives’ state.

You’re so engrossed in your thoughts and gradually worsening “what if” scenarios going through your head, that you almost jump out of your skin when your comm beeps on your desk. You hurry to pick it up and see there's a new message, but it’s from Rex. He says Fives’ ship has just landed.

At that, you all but sprint out of your quarters and run all the way to the hangar. It takes you a couple of minutes to get there, holding onto the edges of the wall to cut your curves. In one hall, you almost trip and fall, but catch yourself just in time to keep going. When you reach the hangar doors, out of breath and panting heavily, you press the button for them to open. You quickly make your way to one of the landing platforms, where you can already see Rex and Jesse talking to Fives.

You can't help the tears running down your cheeks, tears of happiness and relief, seeing that your boyfriend made it back in one piece. Feeling like a huge weight just got lifted off your heart, you take a deep breath and make your way to the group.

As you’re approaching Fives from behind, you can only see Rex and Jesse's faces, and they’re looking… distressed? incredulous? confused? Rex spots you first, and calls out to you to wait, but you’re already hugging Fives from behind.

“Fives!” you greet him, squeezing the living lights out of him. Then again, with all that armour, you wonder if he can feel it at all. “I was so worried! Are you okay? You never answered my messages–”

You circle around Fives to face him, and you notice several things: first, he’s not hugging you back. Second, he looks bewildered at your presence. And third…

“Oh, uhm, hi there,” he says with a polite smile, his arms slightly raised so he doesn’t touch you. ��I’m sorry, I don’t know who… Have we met?”

You let go of the clone, taking a step back. Squinting at him, you search his face for any sign of mischief or that he’s teasing you; it really isn’t a tasteful joke, but you’d forgive him. You tremble slightly when you realise that he’s 100% serious.

You feel Rex’s hand on your shoulder, and you turn to him with a questioning look.

“It seems that Fives has, uhm…” he starts, unable to look you in the eyes. You quickly glance over to Jesse, who looks just as shocked as you.

“He doesn’t remember you,” Jesse finishes Rex’ sentence.

You can’t help but let out an unamused chuckle at that.

“That’s insane,” you retort, turning back around to Fives. “You’re joking, right? Please tell me you’re not serious.”

“I’m really sorry, uhm…” he scratches his neck sheepishly. “I never got your name…?”

You search his eyes again, but there’s nothing there that you recognise. With a shaky breath, your heart now pounding against your ribcage for all the wrong reasons, you turn back to the captain.

“What did they do to him, Rex?” you ask, your voice cracking.

“Let’s just go inside first and catch up, okay?” Rex places an arm around your trembling shoulders and leads you towards the exit of the hangar. Jesse stays with Fives and brings him to the barracks.

Rex takes you to his captain’s office, where he sits you down on the small couch and prepares some tea. Once he’s done, he places a cup in front of you on the table, and takes a seat across from you in his office chair.

You thank him and reach out to the cup, but as you lift it, you realise how your hands are shaking, causing it to clatter against the saucer, so you set the tea back down, bringing your hands to your lap and interlacing your fingers instead in an attempt to calm them down.

“Do you know… what happened?” you ask carefully. Rex heaves a sigh.

“Not really. It’s like Fives’ memory has been… wiped,” he explains, scratching his chin deep in thought.

“That’s…” you start, but can’t find the words. “You’re saying it like it was deliberate. You don’t think it was a parasite?”

He doesn’t answer.

“...Do you think it was the Kaminoans?” you ask, your voice low, as if there was someone eavesdropping. “Why would they do such a thing?”

“I’m not sure,” he answers. “As a cadet back on Kamino I saw it maybe once or twice that a clone would be taken away, and then they reappeared with no memory of something small that had happened recently. They would do it because the clone in question showed an ‘inappropriate emotional response’, so they had to ‘fix it’.” He gestures the quotation marks in the air with his hands. “After all, to many we’re just a product or a tool, and as such we’re expected to function in a certain manner.”

“You know that a lot of people don’t think that, right?” you interject, and he smiles.

“I know. But that’s how we came to be.” His smile fades, his brow furrowing. “But Kaminoans are good at what they do, and all in all always treated us well. I’ve never seen or heard of a clone forgetting entirely about someone else because of a treatment.”

You both sit in silence for a moment.

“Do you think it can be recovered somehow?” you ask, your chest tightening at the thought of Fives losing all the memories he had with you. What if he never felt the same again? What if… he was incapable of loving you again? What if he didn’t want to love you again?

Rex can see where your mind is going, so he stands up and makes his way to you, sitting on the couch as well, placing a reassuring hand on your knee. He knows that recovering memories after a thorough wipe is nearly impossible, but he can’t tell you that.

“I’ll see what I can find out,” he settles on. With a small smile, he adds, “For now, why don’t you go introduce yourself to him? I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to make your acquaintance.”

“Right,” you reply and sigh. Let’s treat this like… like he hit his head and has amnesia, you tell yourself. After I spend time with him and show him all our holopics and videos together, surely he’ll remember me. Deep in your heart, you know that’s just a lie you’re telling yourself to feel better, but you’d rather lie to yourself than face the truth right now. A truth that wasn’t limited to Fives’ sudden state, but gave place to so many more questions about clones, Kaminoans and what they did out there; questions you had no energy in pursuing any time soon.

Changing the subject, you make some small talk with Rex while you drink your tea. Once the cup is empty, you leave the captain’s office and shoot Jesse a quick message asking if he knows where Fives is. The reply comes almost instantaneously, telling you the whole squad is in the mess hall. You take a quick look at the time, and sure enough, it’s time for dinner. Only then do you feel the grumbling of your stomach, reminding you that in all your worry about your favourite clone, you haven’t eaten anything since breakfast.

You quickly make your way to the hall. The smell of today’s menu fills your nose and the clattering of plates and cutlery, as well as indistinct chatting of clones and staff alike, reaches your ears. After getting your food, you make your way to the 501st’s usual table. You notice that Fives is sitting at the edge of the group, so that a sitting space is free between him and Kix. That’s where you usually sit. Your heart can’t help but skip a beat; maybe he does remember? Or is it just muscle memory that can’t be erased away that easily?

Taking in a deep breath, you approach the group and clear your throat. It catches Fives’ attention, who turns around to you.

“Hey handsome,” you smile at him. “Is that seat taken?” You nod towards the empty space.

“Oh, it’s you,” he says, clearly surprised by your presence. Again. “Yeah, I mean–” He clears his throat. “It isn’t taken. Feel free to join us.”

You thank him and take a seat, greeting the others, who say their ‘hello’s back to you. Fives eyes them curiously, then looks back to you.

“Say, I never caught your name,” he remarks for the second time today, taking a bite of his food.

You can’t help a sad smile as you look up at Jesse, who’s sitting in front of you. It occurs to you that that’s where Echo used to sit, and for a second you wonder if Fives has forgotten about him too.

Jesse mirrors your smile with a slight shrug of his shoulders, and you turn to Fives, telling him your name.

“Oh, so that’s you!” he mentions, and you tilt your head at him in confusion. “The guys have been asking me about you ever since I arrived. I don’t know how I could have forgotten about someone I apparently hang out with so much?”

“Right?” you retort under your breath, taking a mouthful of the rather bland food.

The conversation they were having earlier restarts, and Kix tells them about some patients he had today, Jesse talks about some improvements to their weapon system they could do, and so on. You’re not really paying much attention anymore, fidgeting with your fork once you finish eating.

One by one, the clones excuse themselves to retire for the night or go back to their shift. In the end, it’s just you and Fives left at the table. You have one elbow propped up on the table, your head in your hand, looking at him.

“Doesn’t it bother you?” you ask suddenly.

“What does?” he retorts, studying your face. You don’t answer immediately, weighing the words in your head.

“Not remembering someone who clearly knows who you are,” you finally say, tears starting to gather in the corner of your eyes.

That’s when you see his façade drop. He curls his hand on the table into a fist and bites the inside of his cheeks, trying to play it off with an awkward chuckle.

He doesn’t reply at first, just looking at you like he’s trying to draw the answers from your eyes, an answer that is there, but he can’t read for some reason.

“I don’t understand,” he finally replies, and it’s barely more than a whisper. “We have just met and yet it feels like I’ve known you for a lifetime.”

You can feel your heart shattering into a thousand pieces.

“Oh Fives, what have they done to you…” Your hand reaches up to cup his cheek, but his own shoots up first to press against his temple, just behind his tattoo, and he winces in pain, backing away from your touch.

“I– I have to go,” he utters and stands up, quickly making his way out of the mess hall.

You’re left there, alone. Hurt. Hopeless.

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hellhound5925 · 9 months

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

One shot - Captain Rex

First Date

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

Summary:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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sunshinesdaydream · 10 months

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A Night at 79s -

If your favorite clones were all at 79s, what would their drink order be? What's everyone up to (dancing? drinking? brooding?)? Who gets the most drinks bought for them?

Or, if you'd prefer, what would a night out with the Trooper (of your choice) be like?

Really glad that I saved this for today! Coming up with head canons always makes me feel better. So I answered both, because I needed to talk about my Beloved Hardcase.

I did a bunch of the guys. If anyone wants others let me know!

Headcanons below the cut because this got LONG.

501st Guys

Captain Rex- Jameson and Ginger Ale – One eye on his boys while he talks to the commanders. Is interrupted by interested parties frequently. He is awkward and Wolffe ends up distracting them for him.

Fives- Mojitos and Dancing and Flirting as a team with Echo

Echo-Classic Daquiri (not the tropical frozen variety)-Dancing and Flirting as a team with Fives

Jesse-Why do I feel that this guy drinks beer? Probably a half decent one. Not bothered enough to be picky about it. Flirting and very occasional dancing.

Kix-Gin and Tonic- Holds down the table unless someone pries him away from it

Hardcase-Cycles through sweet cocktails. Along the lines of Taquila Sunrise, Mai Tai... Dancing, general running around talking to EVERYONE.

Tup- much like Hardcase he likes the sweets. Cycles through a few, not totally on purpose but because he is the one getting the most drinks bought for him. Being flirted with constantly.

Dogma-Club Soda with lime. He's the “DD” nevermind that no one has to drive. Brooding and having some people tentatively flirt with him.

Our Commanders

Commander Wolffe- Mint Julep – Broods at the “Commanders table” Glares at anyone he thinks is out of line. Very courteous to women, to the point it borders on flirting.

Commander Cody -Old Fashioned – Spends most of his time talking to Rex.

Commander Fox- Cosmos and Exhaustion. Talks to Wolffe and the others, has a few people flirt with him. Turns down dancing because he feels awkward. Ends up staring off into the middle distance actually asleep with his eyes open at the club.

The Bad Batch

Hunter-Another beer drinker. He kind of screams micro brew to me. Sits at the bar and talks to the bartender (Pre-order 66) Broods (Post-order 66)

Wrecker-”Whatever's good!” Will happily take the special. Dances and talks to people. Flirts without knowing he's flirting.

Crosshair- Bourbon on the rocks. Flirting or conversation with someone. Like a quieter more focused Wrecker, more teasing with his flirting. Post order 66 brooding, talking to a brother (batcher or reg), or simply sitting watching everything happening. He likes to have someone to sit with, but not HAVE to talk.

Tech-Moscow Mule. None he is on his datapad.

Echo (BB Era)-Has adopted Rex's Jameson and Ginger Ale choice. Usually hanging out at the bar/table. Has a few people hesitantly approach him. Depending on his mood he might indulge in some light flirting.

Bonus : My Corrie OCs Even- Sidecar -Will be watching to see if Kaija shows up, but will happily talk to anyone. Light flirting is likely.

Sharp- Bloody Mary with plenty of spice - broods/babysits Thrill.

Thrill- Margarita (he has a thing for the color green)- Mostly dancing, finding people to dance with, more dancing.

A Night at 79's with My Beloved Hardcase.

-When he sits at the table with his brothers he has you sit on his lap. More to keep him grounded than anything. Keeps him from getting up and wandering off mid conversation, helps keep him focused. Will be talking to one of his brothers while you talk with another.

-Does want to dance with you. Does not care if you or he even can dance. You are moving on the dance floor. He whisper-yells jokes and compliments in your ear on the dance floor.

-Frequently grabs your hand to pull you with him to whatever he is off to next. Back to the table, over to some guys he met from a different part of the GAR, an interesting civilian he's met before, another drink from the bar, back to dancing.

-When the club shuts down you go with everyone to an all night diner for food. Talking, and being much too loud for that time of night your tables are a haze of happiness. Eventually you start to doze on Hardcase's shoulder and he takes you home, gets you comfy and snuggles you to sleep.

Reblog it if you like!

Love & Wrecker Hugs

#hardcase my beloved #sunshine's headcanons #501st headcanons #clone headcanons #clone ocs #sunshine's ocs #clones at 79's #Hardcase x reader

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corrieguards · 1 year

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How they show affection

Jesse, Tup, Harcase, Kix

Summary: some headcanons about how our boys would show you they love you.

C/W: none

A/N: I typed this out on a whim today and on mobile, so apologies for any typos. This is very much not proof read.

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Jesse

Jesse wants to spoil you. He sees all the other civvie couples buying each other beautiful gifts and he wishes so badly that he could do that for you. You've told him multiple times that you don't mind, you're more than happy with just him. But he says you deserve it anyway.

And seeing as he doesn't actually earn any credits, he compromises by picking up little trinkets while he’s off-world. Flowers, pretty rocks… anything that he sees and thinks you’ll like.

The one he is most proud of is a dainty little bracelet he happened to stumble across on Ryloth. In a moment of luck he spotted it buried under the ash and rumble of what had once was a bustling Twi’lek city. It was dirty and scorched but still so striking that he plucked it up anyway.

Upon further examination that night, he realised that it was broken, metal clasp rusted through and jammed shut. But he was determined to gift it to you, so he spent the rest of his free time during that mission polishing it up and wrestling with it, eventually getting it up to a semi-functional state.

The next time he sees you he proudly presents it to you, relishing in the way your eyes shine with excitement. You adore it and haven't taken it off since mostly because you couldn't get the clasp to open again once you'd put it on, but don't tell Jesse that

Tup

Tup is a sweetheart, we all know that much. He loves you and wants to show you just how much, but he sometimes finds it difficult to express that to your face. When you'd asked why he'd replied that he can't think straight around you, you're too pretty and it messes with his head.

So to combat this, one of his go to ways of showing you his love is leaving little notes around for you to find. He can pour his heart into them without getting nervous or stuttering through it. And he'll leave them around randomly for you to find.

If he's going on a extra long mission and he knows he won't see you for a long time he leaves you longer and more detailed notes, which you affectionately refer to as your 'love letters'.

Harcase

He likes to be touching you at all times. His mind is always running, thinking about the next thing and he struggles to tame it sometimes. The feel of your skin on his grounds him and reminds him that you're here with him right now.

Be it a hand on the small of your back, your head resting on his shoulder, or one of his personal favorites, hugging your from behind while you're busy doing something else. Anything where he can feel your skin on his, he automatically loves.

His absolute favourite is when you let him pull you into his lap. Hardcase finds it difficult to stay put and sit still, so one of the ways he tries to suppress that is by pulling you onto his lap and just keep you there for as long as you'll let him. It's the only time he doesn't feel the urge to get up or start fidgeting.

The weight of you sitting on top of him is something he finds reassuring and calming. He especially likes it when you let him do it in public.

Kix

Maybe it's the medic in him, but Kix shows his love by caring for you and checking up on you as often as he can. Sending little messages to check if you've eaten today, if you've drank enough water, if you slept enough…

Some people might find this annoying, but you find it extremely endearing. It shows he cares and thinks about you even when you're not there.

When he is able to be with you properly, and without distractions, he will absolutely pamper you. He'll run you a bath, play with your hair, give you a massage… Anything to make you feel good.

Kix gives the absolute best massages. I mean c'mon, he's a medic. He knows exactly which spots to kneed and how to work them to get you groaning and melting into putty in his hands.

He just wants you to feel as comfortable as possible, and he'll do everything in his power to make sure of it. This man would bend over backwards just to make sure you are happy and well cared for.

#my headcanons #jesse #tup #hardcase #kix #tcw jesse #tcw tup #tcw hardcase #tcw kic #clone medic kix #tcw #clone headcanons

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firewoodwander · 7 months

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Hi, I'm loving your Kiss prompt fics so much :D You're making me FEEL things 🥰. If you're still taking Kiss Prompts, how about: Fives/Tup: 39. Kissing tears from the other’s face. Thank you

Thank you so much for your request & your patience, finally I can write now that I can hear my own thoughts again!

Kiss prompts

Fives feels like he’s been walking around in a daze since it happened. The medstation hallways are empty and echoic—different to Kamino in that the walls and rooms are grey and free from blaster scoring, and sometimes have a brightness that comes from the stars, but similar in enough ways to trigger the familiar feeling of being hunted.

Fives slipped himself into the crew and visiting quarters as soon as the medics signed his discharge. Technically with a clean bill of health he should probably be going back to the 501st, but no one has asked any questions yet and no one has kicked him out. The medics don’t mind him as long as he stays out of the way, and the droids only complain if his visits coincide with their rounds.

The days have been long, monotonous cycles of staring at white sheets and IV tubes and listening to heart monitors. The warfront is a long way from here. At least half of the Jedi Council has come and gone since they arrived. Tup has slept through all of it.

So, reasonably, Fives notices the second Tup so much as breathes differently. His fingers and hands start making flinching little movements almost a two weeks ago, and the muscles in his face began to twitch a day or so after. When he first opened his eyes he can’t have been fully conscious, but he’d smiled when he’d seen Fives, and that had been enough to finally abate the gnawing pit of horror rooted firmly in Fives’ chest.

Today Tup is sitting up and fully cognisant when Fives turns up at his bedside. Fives already commed Rex since the fallout to keep him updated, but he feels the urge to vent all of the pent-up anxieties to him just as keenly now.

“Hey,” Tup greets. His voice is gentle where intermittent screaming and disuse has made it brittle, but he smiles in the way he always has when he felt he needed to comfort a brother. “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” Fives echoes. “You’re looking bright.”

His body doesn’t feel quite like his own as he moves the three feet across the room to Tup’s bedside. He ignores the chair he’s spent too many nights in and perches himself right on the edge of Tup’s bed.

Tup is tired, visibly unwell and what’s left of his hair left limp, unwashed. But Fives thinks he looks strong, right now, intelligent, and defiant. He picks his words with care and follows the shape of each of them with his lips, slowly, and Fives thinks he’s incredible.

“Healer Falle sends her regards. She says… she is impressed with my responses.”

Fives lets his gaze trail the drip line up to the bag like it’s a compulsion to check it. “I’m glad. They didn’t know if you’d be able to speak at all.”

“I’m lucky,” Tup agrees. And then he frowns at Fives, or something in the middle distance. “You’re too far.”

He turns over his palm in his lap. Fives isn’t going to deny him anything right now, and especially not this; he dutifully shuffles closer and slides his fingers over Tup’s palm, folding away the deep ache in his chest to examine later, smiling even wider when Tup’s hand squeezes his and tugs him even closer.

“Hey,” he chuckles, “any more and I’ll be on top of you.”

Tup smiles, and Fives is desperately hoping the burning sensation behind his eyes isn’t showing on his face. It feels like acid on the back of his throat and nose and his breathing has gone all wonky, the way it never did when their ARC instructors dragged them through frustration and anger until they felt what it was like to crumble.

Tup sits forward, resting weight through their joined hands, and tips his forehead to meet Fives’ brow. If Fives hadn’t been a goner before—the simple pressure and warmth has ruined him, now.

“These are good?”

Fives doesn’t really know his response to that, but Tup doesn’t seem to be waiting. He lifts his free hand and wipes (carefully, for all that’s he’s wobbly he’s so patiently careful) at the tears clinging to the inner corner of Fives’ eye with a thumb. Fives wants to laugh, but all that comes out is a kind of ragged huff, and Tup tilts his face and kisses his other cheek, right over the tacky tear-trail.

“I think we’ve got this backwards,” Fives points out shakily. He clutches at Tup’s hand, though, braces his shoulder to keep him closer.

“It’s okay,” Tup tells him. And it is. Or it will be. It has to be. There’s a spool of iron wire sitting behind Fives’ ribs that’s slowly unwinding itself from its tense, impenetrable tangle with every one of Tup’s breaths across his lips. “We’re okay.”

#fives/tup #cloneshipping #writing tag

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vodika-vibes · 1 month

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All Mine

Summary: Tup returns home after a long day of training with one thing on his mind, you.

Pairing: Clone Trooper Tup x F!Reader

Word Count: 2380

Warnings: Smut, this is pure filth everyone. Also, reader is a pole dancing instructor

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: This is spite smut. I said I was going to do it, and I did. So here it is.

“Hey, Tup!” Tup grimaces as Fives flings his arm over his shoulder, “We’re hitting up 79s now that the task master has freed us-”

“-just for that, Fives, I should make you run more laps,” Rex says as he walks past them, though it’s clear that he has no intention of following through on that threat.

Fives ignores Rex, “Anyway, wanna join us?”

“Who’s us?” Tup asks, as though he’s seriously considering it.

“Me and Echo,” Tup rolls his eyes, “Jesse, Kix, Hardcase. Oh, we got Dogma to agree-”

“You got Dogma to agree?”

“Boy needs to either get drunk or get laid.” Fives says dramatically, “And yes, he agreed. So, are you in?”

“Mm…pass.”

“What! Why?”

“I have plans.”

“Better plans than watching Dogma get totally plastered or watching him try to fumble through flirting with someone?” Fives asks, sounding aghast.

“Okay, rude. He wouldn’t fumble that badly. And also, yes.”

“Like what?” Fives demands.

“I’m going home. To my girl.”

Fives blinks at him, “You have a girl? You?”

“I think I’m insulted.” Tup mutters, “But yes, I do and she’s amazing, so I’m going home. To her.”

“Well, what does she do? What’s she like?” Fives asks.

Tup twists his lips, “She’s a dancer, and she’s amazing and that’s all you’re getting out of me.”

Fives releases him, “Fine. I don’t actually believe that she exists, but since I’m an amazing big brother, I’ll let you off the hook this time.”

“How magnanimous of you.” Tup lifts his bag higher on his shoulder, “Have fun getting drunk. Try not to get arrested. I’ll see you in a week.”

“Yeah, yeah. Later, Tup’ika!” Fives calls as he turns his attention on Dogma, who looks so very resigned.

Tup almost feels bad.

Almost.

And not nearly almost enough to put his plans on hold.

So he throws a wave over his shoulder, and then hurries out of the barracks before anyone else can stop him.

His mind is already firmly locked on his cyare, and all of his plans for the evening.

Tup is lucky that his cyare lives close enough that he’s able to walk to her apartment.

He walks through the familiar streets, until he reaches her dance studio, and he keys in his personal code to the door. Her studio is a special one, all of the windows have been coated so that the people outside can’t see the dancers inside.

Which is a good thing, since his perfect cyare teaches pole dancing.

Loud music thrums through the building as he pokes his head into the lesson room to see what’s going on. She’s mid-lesson still, clad in that dark blue and white leotard set that he loves so much. Her legs and feet are both bare, and she doesn’t seem to notice him.

He watches her for a moment, leaning against the door frame, before one of the students notices him, “Ah! Hi Tup!” She shouts, “Are you joining us today?”

His cyare turns her head at the call of his name, and she favors him with a blinding smile, “Tup!” He drops his bag on the floor to catch her as she flings herself into his arms, “Welcome home!”

“Mm, this is a very nice welcome.” He drops a kiss to her lips, “But don’t let me interrupt your class, love.”

“You can join us. There’s an open pole,” She offers, very temptingly.

Tup laughs, “Maybe later this week. Rex put me through the wringer today.” He drops one more kiss to her lips, and sets her back on her feet, before he lowers his head to press his lips against her ear, “I’m going to shower, if you finish up in time, feel free to join me.”

“And if class doesn’t end in time?” She asks lightly.

“Then we’ll just have to shower again later.” He says with a wink.

She grins, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Tup kisses her one more time, and then grabs his bag back off the floor and heads towards the stairs that lead to the apartment above the studio. The music is much quieter up here, though that’s 100% because the entire building was soundproofed when she bought it.

He tosses his bag next to the laundry and heads through the apartment to the fresher, intent on taking a very long, very hot shower. He doesn’t expect his cyare to join him anytime soon, though.

Pity.

Oh well, it just means that he’ll have to have his fun when she finishes with work. All this means is that he has time to plan.

Finally the lesson is over.

It’s been nearly an hour since Tup returned home, and you know that he’s already finished his shower.

You firmly, yet politely, usher your students out of the studio and lock the door behind your last student, before you turn the music off and look around the studio. You need to clean up before your next lesson.

But your next lesson is in several days, which means the mess will hold.

You hurry up the stairs and into your apartment, a broad grin crossing your face when you see Tup heading towards you. “Sorry that took so long,” You say brightly as you fling yourself into his arms.

He catches you effortlessly and lifts you to hook your legs around his waist, “No harm done. I figured you’d be a while.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and press your forehead against his, “I should probably shower. I’m covered in sweat and-” You’re cut off when his lips catch yours in a deep kiss.

“Don’t care. You’re just going to get even more sweaty.” Tup adjusts his grip on you and uses his free hand to remove the top part of your leotard, tossing it to the side to be dealt with later. “Mm, someday I’m going to convince you to let me take you down in your studio.” He mumbles against your lips.

Your face heats at the thought, though you’re not opposed to the idea. Instead of answering, though, you grind yourself against his erection, pulling a moan from his lips, “You’re already hard,” You note.

“I’ve been wanting to bury myself in you since I got here. That's why I turned down the dance lesson.” His lips move to your throat, and he quickly sucks a mark onto the tender skin there.

You release a breathless laugh, before you press your hands through his hair, “Tup,” You coo his name.

“Hm?” He doesn’t pull himself away from your throat.

You comb your fingers through his curls, “Let’s go downstairs.” You offer.

Tup stops moving for a moment, before he pulls back and blinks at you, “Downstairs?”

“Into the studio.” You confirm, you wiggle against him and he groans again, though you're not sure if it’s because of the wiggling or because of the offer. Or maybe a mix of both.

Slowly he sets you to your feet, “Okay.” Tup says as he doesn’t take his eyes off of you, “Downstairs.”

You take a half step back from him and then giggle as he pulls you back against him, his hands moving to your hips, “Tup!”

His warm hands ease the bottom part of your leotard down your legs, and tosses them to the side, “Better to remove these here, I think.”

“I think you just want to stare at my ass,” You tease.

“Mm,” Tup’s hands slide across your ass and he squeezes roughly enough that you squeak, “You do have an amazing ass.” He agrees. And then he lightly pats your hip, “Alright, let’s go.”

“What about you?” You ask lightly.

Tup chuckles and kicks off his sleep pants, tossing them to the side as well. “There. Now we’re both naked.” He crowds into your personal space before you can get more than a glimpse of his cock, which was intentional, you’re sure. “Downstairs, cyare.”

You let him usher you down the stairs and into the studio.

It’s a lot cooler down here than in the apartment, and you can’t help but notice how Tup is eyeing the wall of mirrors with a small grin on his lips. You’re not sure what he’s thinking, but you are sure that he won’t leave you guessing for long.

And you’re right.

He presses into your personal space, his warm hands caressing your exposed skin, banishing the chill with ease. His lips find purchase on your shoulder, biting and sucking marks into your skin, pulling pleasure filled moans and gasps from your lips.

“Listen to you,” Tup coos against your throat, “Singing for me already, and we haven’t even started yet.” His hands slide to your hips and he squeezes tightly, before he spins you around so you’re facing the mirrors.

There’s no hiding the pout on your face, “I can’t touch you like this, Tup.” You whine.

He chuckles in your ear, and you shiver at the sound. “Oh, kitten, you weren’t going to be touching me anyway.” His hands slide down your arms comfortingly, and guide your hands to the pole in front of you. He presses a kiss right under your ear, “Some day, beautiful, you’re going to give me a show. But I need you too much for that right now.”

He easily manipulates your body so that you’re bent at the waist, your hands wrapped firmly around the pole, and your legs spread for him. It’s a very exposed position, and you can’t help but squirm when you feel his hands massaging your ass and hips.

“You look amazing like this,” Tup praises quietly, “All spread out and eager for me. And only me.” There’s something like smug satisfaction in his voice, though you don’t question it.

This is the only time he shows any possessive qualities, and you find it unbearably hot.

“Tup-” You whine his name when he goes longer without touching you than you would prefer.

“I’m here, cyare.” His hand slides up your spine, and then back down again, “I’m right here. Kriff, look at how wet you are.” One of his fingers teases your entrance, and you release a keening noise, as you try to rock back onto his fingers. “You’re so needy, cyare.”

“Please, Tup-”

Slowly he eases his finger inside you, and thrusts a couple of times, “Cyare, you don’t even need any prep,” Tup teases, “You’re already so aroused. Maybe I should have you like this more often.”

You whine as you rock back against his fingers, and that whine turns into a noise of displeasure as he pulls his finger out of you. “Tup-”

“Shh, I have you.” Tup settles himself behind you and rocks his cock against your slit, the head of his cock nudging your clit just enough that you whimper for him.

And then, finally, he thrusts into you with a low groan.

In spite of how needy he is, and he is needy, he moves slow. Taking his sweet time until he’s completely bottomed out inside you. He tightly grips your hip with one hand, while the other reaches up to wrap around your hands on the pole.

Tup remains still, raining feather light kisses against the back of your neck and shoulders, until you’re squirming against him. And then, and only then, does he pull out until only the head of his cock remains.

When he thrusts in this time, it’s a lot faster and harder than originally, and a pleasure filled moan falls from your lips as you rock back to meet his thrusts.

“There we go,” Tup gasps out, his grip tightening, “Kriff, you take me so good, cyare. Like your pretty pussy was made for my cock.” His hand leaves your hip to slide up your body and caress your breasts, “Like you were made for me.”

His name tumbles off your lips like a prayer, and he chuckles as he presses a kiss under your ear, “Beautiful. You’re perfect,” He praises, “I love you so much.” He nips your earlobe gently, and then sucks another mark high on your neck.

“Are you going to fall apart for me, cyar’ika?” He coos in your ear, “Are you going to cream all over my cock?”

“Yyes…please, Tup-” You’re not quite sure what you’re begging for, but he seems to know, as his free hand drags down your body and presses against your clit. Not roughly, but hard enough that you whimper and fall apart around his cock. Only able to stay on your feet by virtue of his arm wrapped tightly around you.

His thrusts become shallower as he fucks you through your orgasm, and it’s only when he’s sure that you’ve recovered enough, that he pulls out and flips you so that you’re facing him.

Your hair is sticking to your face, and you’re breathing hard, and Tup is looking at you like he’s never seen anyone so beautiful in his life.

“You did so good for me,” He praises, “Can you give me another one? Just one more?”

Your arms slide around his neck, and you nod mutely. “Can. Will.”

He chuckles, and lifts you so that your legs are around his waist against, his hard cock sliding deep within you, and brushing against the spot inside you that makes you see stars.

Tup presses your back against the pole and he guides your hands so that they’re clinging to the pole over your head, “There you go, just like that.” Tup whispers, “So good for me, cyare. Doing so good.”

You smile at him, it’s hard to focus with his buried so deep inside you, but you can focus enough. “Always good for Tup. Because I belong to Tup.”

He releases a shuddering groan and leans in, “Damn right you do.” Tup kisses you deeply, “And I belong to you.” He pulls away just long enough to check to make sure that you were comfortable, before he restarts the same rapid pace from earlier.

You’re definitely not going to be able to walk, or do anything, tomorrow. But you can’t bring yourself to care. Not when he looks at you like you’re the most important person in the galaxy.

It tracks…after all, he’s the most important person in the galaxy to you too.

#star wars #tcw #clone trooper tup x reader #tup x reader #18+ fic #clone thirsting #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #nsft

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seriowan · 1 year

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I just read your dad!Rex blurb and omg I can't stop thinking about Rex with twins 😭

rex with twins 😩 i love this so much, i feel my rex-inspired baby fever hitting me like a truck right now — twins are named blue and river for easy writing and reading! ♡

more dad!rex below the cut !

rex had an issue with people who stared at him.

on one hand, he kind of understood their looks. clones with their own kids were a rare but growing sight and while coruscant's natborns felt comfortable staring at him, he felt just as comfortable staring back.

coruscant's clone base was usually the least stressful place to bring the twins. not only because of his familiarity with the area but because he could find every nook and cranny with his eyes closed.

and while his sons knew better than to be rowdy in public, he didn't quite trust them to go off on their own just yet. especially not when they were two freshly-turned five-year-olds with a penchant for exploration.

so, as a preemptive measure for his peace of mind, rex placed blue and river in little backpacks with long leashes that looped around his wrist. it kept them near and it also let them roam within their allotted space.

blue had a curious expression as he waddled around, smiling and waving at all of the friendly faces passing him. he greeted certain commanders and employees with little salutes, often approaching them, as far as his leash would allow, to ask for stickers. by the time he walked back to rex, he had republic stickers on his shirt and one on his forehead.

river was quiet in comparison to his brother. he walked hand-in-hand with his father, staring at friendly and unfamiliar faces with a sort of pouty look that only encouraged smiles rather than deterring them. he never really asked for stickers — it was more of a palm-held-out situation until someone finally got the gist of what he meant.

and as different as the two were, they both had their own reasons for slipping away like ghosts. blue went off to make friends and socialize while river liked to explore and find new things. they were just barely growing into their personalities but rex could see the trouble in their eyes that just grew and grew as they got older.

for now, he kept them on a leash.

"captain on deck!"

the moment rex walked through the bay doors of the aircraft hangar, the call went out and echoed off of the metal walls. among the wandering mechanics and pilots, a group of soldiers clad in blue were lying and seated on the ground. some leaned on their backs with their buckets hanging half off of their heads, snores echoing from underneath their helmets, while those who stood talked amongst themselves.

within the small handful of troopers were fives, echo, jesse, hardcase, tup, and kix. they were talking when the order was shouted, causing them all to bolt up to their feet and line up. by the time rex approached them, they were aligned and prepared for duty.

it was no surprise when rex's two sons caught their attention first. it was a given considering his boys were sporting 501st blue tracksuits and matching booties — courtesy of rex's cyare.

rex, blue, and river marched forward before stopping in front of the poised and proud uncles — a grinning hardcase; a winking fives; echo's gentle smile; kix reaching for his prepped-and-ready pouch of stickers; and tup's silly nose scrunch that made blue giggle and river crack the smallest smile.

"attention!" rex bellowed, causing his loose-legged soldiers to stiffen and stare straight ahead. river and blue both giggled, clinging to their father's legs as they watched him command the small legion of soldiers.

when they looked up at him, they had a certain sense of awe that made rex feel like a hero to his little boys. he put a hand on their heads, turning towards his troop with the crumbs of a smile on his lips.

"today's training exercise is simple," he told the handful of men.

they spared odd glances at one another.

"training? i thought we were doing armory checks?" hardcase grumbled, scratching his head.

"i thought we were doing drills with waxer's group," tup said with confusion, turning to glance at kix.

kix frowned. "i thought we were going for drinks."

fives scratched at his goatee, glancing towards rex as if the captain wasn't giving them an unamused stare. turning back around, he shook his head and gave a pathetic shrug. "i'm gonna be honest. i have no idea why i'm here right now."

echo sighed, palming the side of his face. "rex called us here for..."

his slow gaze turned towards rex, paling at the site of his captain's knowing smile.

rex nudged his twins forward to unclip the leashes from their backpacks. the second they were loose, the two boys looked at one another and gave the sneakiest grins. rex crouched down to his boys' height and gave them both a wink.

"don't make it easy on them," he whispered, pinching their sides to make them giggle. "especially not on the two terror twins."

"okay, daddy," blue whispered, giggling into his palm.

river nodded, brows pinched in competitive determination.

"ready?" rex coaxed, nudging them forward.

they both nodded.

"unattentive, impatient, and swift," he explained as he shifted his attention to his troopers. he gestured down to his twins. "this should be easy for you considering you lot share the same habits during our missions. jesse will be watching you all from the eagle's nest and he'll be docking every time you lose one of 'em. the price is an extra hour on cleaning duties. understand?"

all of them nodded with woe.

with a pat on his boys' head, rex gave each of the boys in blue a smile.

"give 'em hell," he said, winking.

the second they took off in a sprint, the formation of soldiers dissolved and they scrambled like roaches, arms extended with the hope of capturing an energetic toddler.

rex's smile became smug as he walked towards the hangar doors. cody leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, brow arched in interest.

"you have to do all that to keep them entertained?" he muttered, shaking his head as they left the scene of the crime. "obi's mates just take them whenever we need an eye on tobias."

rex shrugged and threw his arm around cody's neck, drawing him close. "cyare deserves a day at the library and i deserve a drink with my vod."

cody just smiled and shook his head.

"then let's go get a drink, vod."

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