#clone trooper x you

[clu-ven]

I don‘t know if your Requests are open, but if they are could you write one where the Reader is a Jedi and traveling with the Bad Batch and when they meet Rex in the Bar she finally reunites with him and the Bad Batch just being so confused that a Jedi and Clone were in a relationship while the Republic was still there.🤗

That Familiar Feeling

word count: 3.4k

tags: vague mentions of dealing with grief and order 66, self-doubt, crying, many happy kisses

~and before anyone points it out, lemme just say this doesn't exactly match the scene of Rex reuniting with the Batch (for obvious reasons and because I forgot little details which is annoying me lol)~

Something’s… off.

Entering Cid’s Parlour, the feeling of the force overwhelms you. It’s as if someone has thrown cold water over you, the force welcoming you with an eerie friendliness. It makes you falter, stopping abruptly as the sensation ambushes you.  

“Oof-” Echo walks straight into you, bumping against your shoulder. He takes a step to the side, his surprised expression quickly becoming one of concern “You ok? What is it?”. 

“I… I’m not sure,” you answer honestly, before trying to ease his worry “It’s probably nothing, I’ll be fine in a few minutes”. 

Echo isn’t convinced but he gives you a nod, not wanting to pry. “If you’re sure…” giving you a swift once over to make sure you didn’t get injured on the mission, he carries on.

It’s been a while since you last connected with the force, becoming hesitant to reach out ever since it happened. You tried in the initial days after the order was given but the overwhelming pain and grief that greeted you each time made you pull away. 

It’s not something you could deal with then and it’s not something you can deal with now, the wounds still fresh in your mind.

But this is a different feeling. It’s the force you used to know, something that worked with you and not against. It’s familiar… and that puts you on edge. 

With this familiarity brings a fear of the unknown. When you worked hand in hand with the force, you could have located what’s causing this in a matter of seconds… but nowadays, where you go from week to week without reaching out to the force, it’s much harder, with the subtle shift in atmosphere being your only warning that something is different.

Your eyes scan the parlour, though there’s nothing out of the ordinary. The usual crowd is here, drinking their problems away and playing Dejarik.

Unfortunately, the Batch has gotten back later than expected, so the limited sunlight that graces Cid’s parlour during the day has vanished. Now, you can only rely on the frustratingly dim lights to help your investigation.

“C’mon, this way,” Cid cuts off your search, walking past you as she gestures to her office. Everyone begins to follow her, though you’re more reluctant. 

Hunter catches your eye and you know he can sense it too but through a different method. Exchanging uneasy looks, you both make a silent agreement to stay on high alert before trailing after Cid and into her office. 

Thankfully Cid isn’t in the mood for nonsense (when is she?) and so she gets straight into business. You stay quiet during the debrief of the mission and the accompanied discussion of payment, your mind elsewhere.

Although the feeling isn’t as strong in here, it’s still undoubtedly nearby, invading your every thought. Even when Cid’s focus turns to you, the feeling’s hold on you doesn’t fade.

“What’s her problem?” her voice is faint, as if she’s far off in the distance. 

You don’t react. While this feeling is certainly daunting, a part of you is scared that if you push it away, this sliver of familiarity will slip through your fingers and disappear forever.

More talking ensues, though it’s more like mumbling to you, and you presume Cid has brushed past your reserved demeanour.

The harder you focus on the force, the quieter their voices become. Closing your eyes to further centre yourself, the feeling slowly becomes intelligible. You’re so close to uncovering what is causing this when it happens.

The sound of blaster fire is so sudden, you accidentally let go of the feeling, your body tensing at the noise. Your eyes dart open and for a split second, everyone freezes, the realisation of conflict sinking in before military training quickly takes over. 

You reach down, instinctively going to grab your lightsaber but instead find a blaster in its place. Turns out, carrying a lightsaber in a galaxy where Jedi are seen as traitors isn’t the best idea.

Hunter takes the lead, charging out of the office and into the main area. Cid keeps up his pace, ready to defend her business with everything she’s got. You’re next in line, alongside Echo. Tech and Wrecker are the last out, both keeping Omega close.

As the other patrons scurry out, a hooded figure stands by one of the tables. Placing their blaster down on the metal surface, their armour immediately catches your attention. You almost didn’t notice the colour painted on to the plastoid, the dim lights distorting the shade of blue. 

It can’t be. Surely not. 

As much as your brain wants to rationalise it as being someone else, the instantly recognisable blue of the 501st is hard to deny. Before the figure pulls down their hood, the feeling finally reveals itself to you. 

This familiar feeling is not one to fear. It is not the grief of losing one’s you admittedly became attached to or the terror of how the war ended but instead, it’s the exact opposite. 

It’s a reminder of why you fought so hard. It’s the warmth people can bring, the safety you give others and is fondly reciprocated. But it’s more than that. It’s love. It’s Rex.

“Who are you?” yells Cid, gesturing to him. The others are still on high alert, with not even the likes of Echo noticing the comforting blue paint.

His gloved hands cautiously pull down his hood, revealing the face you’ve longed to see again. He looks uncertain, his eyes glancing over everyone until finally landing on you. 

Although his face is sullen with a mist of hesitancy shrouding his expression, you can still see his gaze soften for you. And that’s all you need to know it’s actually him standing in front of you, not some brainwashed soldier or distraction sent by the Empire. It’s truly him, the Rex you know and love.

Despite always wanting to hold out hope that you would meet him someday, you couldn’t deny the facts stated on the Empire’s records. You remember the ache in your chest when Tech read it out, solemnly stating that Rex was reported dead.

Tears sprout from your eyes, a mixture of pure happiness and relief washing over you. Echo opens his mouth to speak but you get there first, taking the words out of his mouth.

“Rex!” his name comes out as a choked cry, your knees starting to buckle as you close the distance between you both, Hunter and Cid automatically stepping out of your way. 

You don’t think you’ve ever felt so much emotion at once. Even when you first heard the news that Rex supposedly perished with the others, you suppressed your emotions. Though that was more out of fear, unsure if you could control the power of the force while facing so much grief. 

Perhaps that’s another reason why you distanced yourself from the force, scared that the constantly lurking presence of the dark side might have used such powerful yet negative emotions against you.

You know Rex isn’t a big fan of PDA, especially around his brothers but as you throw your arms around him, you feel him hold you back. His strong arms wrap around your waist, one hand running up your back to keep you as close as possible.

It’s a surreal moment to feel him against you, his hard armour hidden underneath his cloak digging into you as you try to press yourself even closer to him. Not that you particularly care about that right now. The only thing that matters at this moment is Rex. 

Burying your face into his neck, the warmth of his skin soothes you and for the first time in months, you relax. 

“I… I thought you…” you want to say a million things at once, your brain unable to pick one coherent thought to say “I heard what happened… the mission report said you were… Oh, Rex”.

Giving up on trying to speak, you move to see that handsome face of his again, your hands instinctively coming up to his jawline.

The look in his eyes isn’t what you’re expecting. A mixture of worry and fear shines in his gaze, his eyebrows pinching together as he wordlessly looks at you. It doesn’t take a jedi to figure out why this is his initial reaction. Considering the recent event between all clones and jedi’s, it’s understandable for him to be nervous. 

He’s scared that you won’t trust him, that what you once had together has died alongside the Republic. There’s only one way you can think of that can give Rex the reassurance he so desperately yearns for. Using your hands to keep his head in place, you kiss him. 

At first, you feel him tense. The shock that not only are you kissing him in general but in front of his brothers making him freeze. But just as you wonder if you made the right move, Rex melts into the kiss, his grip on your waist tightening as his lips begin moving against yours.

Unbeknownst to you, as your lips touch your beloved Captain’s, the Batches' mouths all happen to fall open. Well, most of them anyways. Tech is too busy doing something on his datapad to witness the kiss. 

Wrecker, who stands next to Tech, gives his brother a nudge. Tech looks up at his shocked face before looking over at you and Rex… and then casually back down to his datapad. 

“Wha- Tech,” Wrecker tries to whisper “are you seeing what I’m seeing? Or was I hit on the head too hard?”.

Tech glances up again just in time to see the end of the kiss and you affectionately bury your head back into the crook of Rex’s neck, the both of you whispering sweet nothings to one another.

“Considering her reaction when I informed her of the Captain's supposed demise, this isn’t a surprise” he shrugs, refocusing on his datapad.

Despite Tech’s statement that this isn’t a surprise, it most definitely is for Hunter, who stands there in complete shock. Even with his heightened senses, Hunter didn’t expect this. He isn’t sure what to do or where to look but thankfully, Omega grabs his attention. 

She lets out a small gasp as she makes her way to the front of the group, looking up at the others before a large grin spreads across his face.

“They look like good friends” she gives Hunter a wink and he rolls his eyes, subtly placing his hand on Omega's shoulder so he can swiftly cover her eyes if you two kiss again. 

Just like his brothers, Echo’s mouth falls open too but his lips quickly form a smirk. Memories come rushing back to him as he remembers the rumours that you two liked each other as well as the countless number of times Fives would try to get the Captain to admit his feelings.

It’s a strangely satisfying moment to see you both wrapped in each other’s embrace, finally getting some closure to what was once seen as a far fetched piece of gossip.

Speaking loudly so you’ll both hear, Echo pats Hunter on the back “C’mon, let’s give them some space”. As you pull your attention away from Rex, you watch the others silently agree, most of them giving you a reassuring nod before retreating to the bar area. 

Within a matter of moments, you lead Rex to one of the quieter parts of the parlour, your hand in his as you sit on one of the lumpy couches. Rex sits beside you, hand still enclosed around yours. 

You watch the Captain with adoration in your eyes, giving him a moment of silence as he gathers his thoughts. Your gaze lowers to his neck, noticing how his Adam's apple bobs anxiously. But then, he speaks.

“I… I thought about you every rotation, no matter how painful it was” Rex keeps his gaze down, watching how his thumb begins to rub the back of your hand “I wasn’t sure if you… well, if you made it. I tried searching for you through mission reports but when the Republic fell, my code was denied access to all official reports”. He huffs out a laugh “I was surprised the Empire was smart enough to do that”.

Giving his hand a small squeeze, you smile, though Rex doesn't notice, his eyes still cast downwards “Tech was able to hack into it. I’m marked as missing in action and uh, well, you’re actually marked as deceased”. You’re unsure how to deliver such news, unable to tell whether being labelled as dead is a good or bad thing, both choices having some pro’s and con’s.

Rex nods, quietly taking in this new information, though right now, he’s not that bothered by what the Empire has him marked as. Rex has more important things to address, the Empire surprisingly being at the back of his mind.

Staying silent, he lets the moment pass. Rex knows why you’re telling him this and he finds some solace in how you want to give him any intel you have. But there’s more important matters… or, well, relationships to discuss. 

Yet despite its importance, Rex is hesitant to bring this up. On one hand, he doesn’t want to mention Order 66 or the horrors it caused but he can’t just ignore it either.

As much as he wants to bask in his ignorance, oblivious to what you’ve been through since then or how you feel about the clones, it’s not something he can do. He has to know how you feel.

Speaking rather abruptly, the words spill from his mouth “I’m sorry for showing up without any warning”. 

You’re taken aback by his words, not seeing a reason why Rex should be apologising. Taking a deep breath, he elaborates “I’m not sure where you were when it happened, or what you’ve been through… I don’t even know if you want to see me and if you don’t, I’ll go”. 

Finally Rex looks up at you, his eyes glossy as he tries to keep his composure. But his voice betrays him, his tone cracking as he continues  “I want you to know that, you won’t hear from me again if that’s what you think is best. You have that choice. I don’t want to put you through more pain, especially after everything this face has done to you”.

You know he’s referring to the clones in general, doing a small gesture to his very recognizable face. Although Rex wasn’t with you when Order 66 was put in place, he has some understanding of what you’ve been through. 

Rex has had a lot of time to think about this, to picture how his brothers suddenly turned on you and tried with all their might to kill you.

It was this very thought that made him hesitate when you first entered the parlour. He was going to call out to you but then the doubts crept in. Maybe you wouldn’t see him but instead simply see the face of a clone, a face that tried to kill you, albeit not him specifically.

You’re sure you can feel your heart ache, watching as Rex tries his best to keep his emotions at bay. Bringing your hand up, you gently cup his face.

Before you can even speak, Rex leaves out a shaky breath, your touch comforting him in ways he didn’t know was possible.

Your voice is stern, determined to get your point across so Rex will undoubtedly understand how you feel. “The only thing this face has done is love me, cherish me, care for me when I’m injured…” you list out as Rex closes his eyes, hanging on your every word “carry me to bed when I’m too stubborn to rest, cheer me up when I’m sad and it’s this face that’ll go to the most dodgiest looking parlour in all of Ord Mantell in the hopes of finding me there”.

He smiles at that last part, a stray tear running down his cheek as he opens his eyes.

You’re quick to wipe it away, mirroring his smile with one of your own. Needing to keep you close, Rex rests his forehead on yours, savouring the sensation of your breath hitting against his face. “You’re sure?” He asks in a low whisper.

“Positive” you confirm, unable to resist the urge to capture his lips in another kiss.

Over at the bar, Wrecker tries his best to inconspicuously look over. Keeping his gaze fixed on the two of you, he nudges Hunter, causing the Sergeant to groan. “They're kissing again” he announces.

Echo rolls his eyes, poking Wrecker with his scomp link “Stop gawking at them, will ya?”. Wrecker flinches away from him, almost stumbling on to Hunter “Hey! Watch it with that!”.

“You’re the one who needs to watch it,” Echo retorts, his gaze drifting over to you two as he repeats his sentence in his head. “Actually, no, don’t watch it or well, them” he tries to clarify, huffing at himself before hastily stating “you need to watch where you’re staring!”.

“I’m just keeping an eye on her!” Wrecker snaps back “I didn’t think Regs and Jedi’s were on good terms anymore”.

Hanging his head low, Hunter tightens his grip on his drink. “Will the two of you shut it?” he huffs, feeling the inklings of a headache coming on. 

Echo opens his mouth to say more but stops himself, not wanting you and Rex to join them mid-argument. Instead, he decides to take another swig of his drink.

“Wrecker does have a point,” Tech chimes in “Rex could still have his inhibitor chip in place”.

Echo wastes no time in jumping in again, determined to defend his Captain. “Oh yeah, he definitely looks like he’s still chipped,” he replies sarcastically.

“Perhaps another defective chip? Or maybe the control the inhibitor chips possess are only for a limited time” Tech thinks out loud, purposely ignoring Echo’s response. 

“This is one long kiss,” Wrecker comments, causing Echo to once again roll his eyes as he realises Wrecker is still looking over “you don’t think they're going to uh… y’know… take it further? They know we can see them, right?”.

Echo doesn't even warrant that question deserving of a reply. 

Almost causing Hunter’s heart to jump out of his chest, Omega chirps up “How would they take it further”. She looks up at the Batch with an excited smile, the adrenaline of another clone being here yet to settle.

Hunter shoots Wrecker a glare, hurriedly fishing a few credits out of his pocket. “Here, kid” he drops the credits into Omega’s hand “do me a favour and beat Wrecker in a few games of Dejarik”. 

Omega’s eyes grow wide at the credits as she leaves out an “Oooooh” noise. Barking out a loud laugh, Wrecker beams “C’mon best of three, loser has to buy the winner Mantell Mix”. As the two of them wander off to another part of the parlour, Hunter leaves out a silent sigh of relief. 

The abrupt sound of Wrecker’s laugh catches both you and Rex off guard, causing Rex to reluctantly break off the kiss. His eyes dart from your face to where the others relax at the bar. “Was that directed at us?” he quietly mumbles, heat racing to his cheeks.

Giving him a reassuring smile, you peck his lips one more time “I doubt it, Rex”.

Rex gives you his signature lopsided smile in response, something you’ve ached to see for months. It makes you want to kiss him again but you can sense the others glancing over. 

“You ready to go over to them?” he asks, though judging from how his gaze lingers on your lips, you’re not the only one with the urge to kiss. 

“Yeah,” you nod, giving him a playful nudge as you add “the sooner you say hi to your brothers, the sooner I get you all to myself”. 

Rex chuckles in reply, standing as he tries to compose himself. “Oh you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to get you alone” he offers you his hand, shooting you a mischievous wink as he does.

“Well, Captain, you just have to wait another twenty minutes and I’m all yours” taking his hand, you stand, ready to reunite Rex with the Batch.

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[echoisbabe]

Starved

Commander Wolffe x Reader

This is like after sex pollen? I’m not very good at writing smut so it basically hints at it. So nsfw?

Rushed ending because I’m exhausted and trying to write with a concussion is hard 🙃 hope everyone that reads enjoys and my request are open!

The mission had been a success, a wonderful experience until it wasn’t. You had never encountered such a powerful, yet deadly plant before. No text in the Jedi temple had prepared you for it. No amount of meditation could have prevented it, or help you understand. You wish a black hole could swallow you up but that isn’t likely to happen.

Walking the halls of the Triumphant felt like a task. With each sluggish step you took felt like you took two steps backwards, if that makes sense. Oh, nothing makes sense anymore. Your heart beats like a drum in your chest, but reminds you that you’re okay, you made it out alive. You had Wolffe to thank for that as well.

Wolffe had been the one to follow you into the jungle. You had been advised to wait for the guide to take you and the troopers back to the village but you were impatient. Why couldn’t you have just waited? What had been so important that you just had to go? Skipped right into the jungle like you knew everything.

You are partly glad it had been him and not one of the others. Partly because of your feelings for him, oh maker, your feelings for him had been amplified ten fold due to the effects of the plant. You had never seen him look so… so unsure, anxious even. He had stumbled towards you, his hands looked to have a shake in them.

“Wolffe, please” you remember the whine in your voice, the desperate tone laced with each word that came spilling from your mouth. His hands had cradled your face, his touch delicate but erupted a fire inside of you.

The sudden need for him, left him speechless. He stuttered over his word like all his training had gone within the instant he knew you were in trouble. You had confessed to everything, your feelings, your wants, your needs. In that moment it was him, he was the very thing that had breathed life into you. His touch awakening things that you had long forgotten.

Your door swooshing open brought you back to the present. You didn’t even remember putting the code in but you did. Once inside and the door had shut behind you, you begin to undress. Your body aches in ways it’s never ached before. Taking your time to get inside your refresher before pressing a few buttons and the water begins to rain down on you.

“I love you!” The words had clawed their way out from the deepest parts of you. You had crumbled in his arms begging for more, begging for him. He had been such a beautiful sight, one you can selfishly say is yours and yours alone.

However, you remember how your name had sounded coming from his mouth. How he repeated it like a mantra. His eyes had never left yours, its etched into your brain. You are sure it’ll be a lasting memory that you would revisit over and over again.

“Cyar’ika, oh maker, I love you” his words had been enough for you to come undone for him, and only him. He had been so gentle the first time but it wasn’t enough.

There’s a slight sting on your shoulder, and you bring your fingers to run over the surface of the mark. He had bitten you and a small smile forms on your lips. You didn’t even realize he done it. You are sure there are more marks littered along your body marks he had given you.

Once out of the refresher, you dress in your Jedi robes. You slowly sit on the floor. Trying to think of anything other than what had happened. You couldn’t tell anyone, not even your closest friends. You close your eyes, two thoughts clouding your mind. One, you should apologize and two just forgetting the whole thing happened.

However, you can’t just forget. Your whole self had been laid out for him to see. Even sides of yourself you had not known had been shown to you. You have to face it.

Wolffe sit in his barracks, he had just finished washing himself up. He didn’t know how to tackle something like this. Should he go apologize? If he didn’t go after you then this would not have happened. Yet, perhaps someone else would have stumbled upon you, his jaw clenches at the thought of one of his brothers being the one to find you in such a state. He wouldn’t have been able to protect you.

He has already convinced himself that everything you had said and done was due to the plant. He couldn’t let what happened ruin his friendship with you. Unless it’s already ruined. He really hopes it’s not. He should have just talked you into letting him bring you back to the ship. He could have put you in a bacta tank.

“Please, I need you” your voice had been so desperate, his forehead rested on yours, he didn’t have much time to think properly, you were in pain. Your lips had been so soft against his, the kiss alone and unlocked every feeling he had for you.

Every noise you had made, every word you had uttered echos in his mind. He could never forget it. He would revisit the memory and it would still be fresh in his mind.

“I would leave the Jedi order, for you and only you” the look in your eyes, like you spoke the truth. He would leave all this behind and follow you anywhere. He could selfishly admit that he is yours and you are his and only his. He would give you everything and anything.

He had been in love you from the start, the moment he had met you he had been lost in you. He spent days and weeks trying to figure out how to be next to you. In the end all it took was a simple conversation that lead to you never wanting to leave his side.

“Don’t let me go, Wolffe” you had pleaded and he broke down every barrier “I love you, I love you” the words laced together leaving you both gripping on to each other, trying to get closer. Lips finding each others, bodies moving as one and his lips had found your shoulder, leaving a sloppy kiss before he barred his teeth and suck them into your soft skin.

His body had moves before he has an idea where he’s going. He’s in the hall, practically running. He shouldn’t have let you go off on your own. He should have stayed at your side. Helped you into your room, helped you clean yourself off from everything. He stands at your door, his finger pressing in the code and door swooshes open. You stand before him, eyes bloodshot, hair still dripping. Your mouth opens but he shakes his head. He steps into the room and pulls you into his arms.

You’re both apologizing. He leads you back over to the bed, he lays you down before climbing in beside you. Your head rests on his chest, his heart is pounding in his chest.

“Stay with me” you whisper as you lift yourself up to look at him “I don’t regret walking into that plant, I don’t regret what happened, you’re all I want” you press your forehead to his and his hand cup your cheeks “I’m here, I’m not going anywhere” he lifts up to press a soft kiss to your lips.

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[echoedcrosshairs]

Foxglove ~ Commander Fox x F reader

According the language of flowers Foxglove symbolizes riddles, conundrums and secrets along with ambition and creativity.

Summary: A small fancy caff shops pops up in the senate building. Commander Fox is not amused.

Slow burn, enemies? to lovers, Commander Fox x reader, Commander Thorn x reader (platonic)

Warnings: Angst, Smut, implied smut, cannon violence and talks of cannon related violence.

Part two

Masterlist

Word Count: 2.9k

You fell had fallen asleep at your desk stretching out the design for the caff shop until one of the senators poked you back into consciousness. Embarrassing a paper clung to your face as you sat up, however the peeling sound was extremely satisfying.

"Thank you, Senator Chuchi," you said laying the paper back down on your desk. You noticed her observing eyes looking at the papers and partial recipes, "I was thinking to see about opening a Coffee shop a few level down so the troopers could get some," you admitted anxiously trying to tuck the papers away.

"I think it is brilliant, do you mind?" she asked pointing on the proposal paper.

You blinked stunned, "Be my guest," you said handing it to her, "I think it would benefit everyone's late nights."

"Give me a couple days, I'll see what I can do," she smiled taking the paper reading over it as she walked off.

It didn't take long for an answer. After work you had started cleaning up your desk for the next rotation when you noticed the red shock trooper approaching with a rather large looking envelope. He handed it to you and waited for the response. Your fingers ripped the seam of it open, the senate had thought it was a very good investment. You screamed giddily and through your arms around the trooper hearing a disgruntled groan come from him before coughing and stepping back, "My apologies, the senate building is getting a coffee shop on the lower levels for the troops and senators."

"Good evening, Ma'am. I will let Senator Chuchi know the delivery was successful."

The moment the trooper was out of sight you did a little happy dance. You turned your attention back to the small packet and reread it, excited that you could begin work immediately. You practically danced your way down to the designated level and room, fiddling with the controls you finally got the door to open to the near empty expanse except for a few stray box's.

"The senate building is closed to the public, I must ask you to leave," a voice called behind you.

You turned finding him waiting a kama and a visored helmet, "Commander! I work upstairs in filing, I am currently inspecting this location for a new shop."

"You must be mistaken with this is the Commander offices." You handed the commander the filing paperwork, "Great just wanted I needed distractions," he mumbled handing you the paper back.

"Given this is mostly for the stationed troopers, I thought it would be nice," you said curtly.

"Last thing I need is baby sitting duty to keep my brothers in line," he grumbled, "Good evening," Fox said turning in his heel heading back towards him office grumbling to himself about professional courtesy.

How rude? You did your best to shrug off the comment but it kept eating at you. I'll just start ordering supplies after a full nights rest. You walked past the offices noticing the Commander from earlier but another lounging in his office who gave you a small wave. At least some of the soldiers will appreciate it. You got onto the bus to head home finding the trooper who waved was standing there, he flagged you over. Keeping your hand on the rails you made your way finding the section marked 'clones' your stomach fell to the floor, the discrimination of the clones was a touchy subject but one that made you want to kick and scream.

"I just wanted to say thank you for the opening the Caf shop, no idea how you pulled it off but the boys are excited."

"The other commander seemed less then thrilled," you tried to hide the scowl on your face.

"Fox? He's rougher than durasteel around the edges. Name's Thorn by the way."

You awkwardly stuck out your free hand and said your name, "Nice to meet you," he took your arm and shook it back. His hesitation to you suggested he wasn't use to people to greeting him back, "So why are you on this bus? Don't you guys have personal speeders?" you asked noticing the lack of other shock trooper colors.

"I'm going to 79's, remember citizen don't drink and fly," he chuckled at his own joke.

"79's... Oh the clone bar?" You had never been there but overheard several troopers talking about fun nights out.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Are non clones allowed it?" You asked arching an eyebrow.

"Nat borns? Also yes, never been?"

"No, might check it out. Might give me ideas."

"You should if you're free sometimes."

"I'll go home and change, sounds like fun."

"Oh, do you want an escort?"

"I'd love that," Thorn walked with you back to your small apartment waiting outside while you get changed, "You're neighbors love to stare."

"Oh yeah... their probably wondering why work followed me home, if I'm in any sort of trouble so I should be expecting a text..." your comm beeped, "Speaking of which," you laughed. You answered the messages as quickly as possible while following Thorn back onto the train.

"That's good you have friends that care about you," he offered once you were done telling anyone that your coffee shop project got approved.

"Everyone deserves a friend, got many?"

"Thousands," he chuckled, "Just warning you might want to stick close to me or my brothers are going to hit on you something fierce."

"It can't be that-"

"Yes, yes it can be. Especially if the 501st is there," he genuinely laughed, "offer still stands, also since we'll be sitting at the commander's officer, if there's a guy in grey armor that's Wolffe. He's a major flirt don't mind him."

"Thanks for the heads up."

Both of you kept up the small talk as you reach 79's. You took it the bar, semi low lit, loud music towards the dance floor, a few luxury female droids, a distinct beer smell, and tons of troopers with a handful or too 'nat borns' wandering around. For some reason the place made you grin, happy soldiers enjoying some down time from the war given a place to feel... normal and accepted. Thorn guided you to the back table furtherest away from the music, you heard the small groan when he saw both Wolffe and Fox

"The bane of my existence," Fox grumbled.

"Don't mind him, he's grumpy because I dragged him out of his office... literally," Wolffe smirked, "Take off your helmet, breath, and drink, vod."

Thorn took off his helmet first, setting it on the table in front of him. His hair was a dark shade of red but in the regular solider cut with a miniature tattoo spelling 'Hammer' across his eyebrow. He stared down Fox until he caved and took his off. You stared at him for a moment to long looking at his short shaved sides and medium top combed comb making him squint at you for a moment before flagging the service droid for drinks. Unlike his brothers Fox’s eyes were almost true to his namesake, perfect golden sunrise kissed irises with his tanned complexion making them almost seem to glow even in the faded light.

"Need a drink with how much work I won't be able to get done," he scowled.

"It's not like I had a choice on where the location would be," you countered, "Wear earplugs."

Wolffe smirked watching Fox's anger flared up, "The lady has a point."

"Yes," Fox gridded out, "You know the 'cafe' is going to cause distractions which means lack of productivity and efficiency."

"Are you really complaining over decent caf? You live on that poor excuse of black sludge excuse for coffee," Thorn nipped at him which just got an eye roll.

"Do you really not trust your men to behave professionally and be respectful and timely? Isn't the Coruscant guard suppose to be the best of the best?" you poked getting a deadpan stare from Wolffe at the audacious comment.

Fox's lip twitch into a snarl, "Bold," is all he said.

Thorn tried to keep the smile off his face by covering his mouth with his hand eyeing the droid bringing the drinks over. Between drink the two of you passed comments back and forth about decor and drink name ideas. Most of the drinks took on names of various command titles and battalion numbers to really make it clone friendly. Wolffe scowled when his came up but didn't complain that the concept of it was made expresso.

"Him!" A blue captain came walking over who had been very obviously eves dropping pointed at a blue trooper, "Never serve him coffee. Ever. Hardcase is hyper enough. Mind if I join?"

"Getting off your leash for once, vod?" Wolffe snorted scooting into the booth giving him space to sit, "Sit, Rex" he said casually so you wouldn't have to ask.

"Switch spots with me," Thorn whispered, "501st has a few flirts."

You contently stood up letting Thorn slide out so you could slide into his spot unfortunately sliding in next to Fox causing him to scoot closer to Wolffe in the middle. Rolling your eyes you grabbed your glass taking a few sips. While they all conversed about recent duties you took your time eyeing the trooper's automatically finding the flirts as one winked at you. Thorn noticed shooting him a looking smirking as he turned around, "They should leave you alone... hopefully," his tone suggested he was less than positive about the statement.

"She should get use to it," Fox said curtly.

"Just want to through her to the wolves don't you," Wolffe teased winking at him, "You really are a blurg in the mud sometimes."

"Sometimes?" You watched the brotherly banter unfold about the stick up Fox's ass about how tightly wound to he is to his work. Another round of drinks came and they shoved towards Fox telling him to enjoy himself, he drank both of them to shut his brothers up. The drinks had started loosening him up finally but there was still an air about his unwavering authority and harshness after they got a couple more drinks in him that finally started to subside too.

"What do you think so far?" Thorn whispered.

"Like this better then the regular cantina's" you admitted, "Seems more relaxed."

"Most of the time, sometimes fights break out. I don't recommend you civs get anywhere near when one happens."

"Nat Borns, Civs, any other terms I need to know?" you asked curiously.

"Not off the top of my head. Dance?" Thorn asked while the both of you watched in slow motion as the question jostled you enough for your hand to miss completely setting the drink fully down on the counter spilling it's context over Fox.

He growled, "Can't even be asked to dance without being a problem," he grabbed the napkins out of the dispenser blotting up the mess, "Can't wait until you burn yourself with just getting hit on, the amount of paperwork."

"Fox," Wolffe growled back, "Stow it."

Thorn slide out of the booth letting you climb out the flush across your face as bright as Coruscant guard red, "I'm sorry, Fox," you said looking at him.

"It's Commander Fox to you," he said climbing out heading towards the refresher.

Slowly you made your way towards the door before Thorn caught you trying to sneak away, "Dance, he's just tired." You looked between the door and him opting to dance just so he wouldn't hold leaving over your head. After fumbling stepping on Thorn's foot several times you finally got into the grove of the danced "Something on your mind?"

"Just wondering if he's right-"

"The what if's of life are keeps you from being in the present and tends to leave you with guilt."

"Thank you."

The men he tried to ward off kept staring, Thorn scowled at them before giving them a warning gesture to back off. Putting himself between you and them he finally relaxed again muttering about maybe if Fox got laid wouldn't be such an ass, you couldn't help but giggle. He apologized saying he didn't realize he had said that out loud. After a couple more dance the two of you headed back to the table, the three of them still sitting there chatting mindlessly about whatever came out of their liquid freed up mouths.

"Pretty lady at the counter checking you out Foxy," Wolffe snickered.

"I choose the company of my Vod's."

"Even I know how to relax," Rex scowled, "Don't make me call your batch mates," he jokingly threaten.

Fox grimaced looking at the woman at the counter then back at you then back at the woman, "Your sister is prettier than you."

"So are your brothers," you deadpanned slipping out of the booth and out the front door, you felt entirely humiliated. At the risk of crying you flagged down a taxi to take you home instead of wanting to wait around on the bus. Peeling off the dress and stepping into the shower the tears finally shed. The pressure of trying to get the shop up and running, that embarrassment and just wondering what you did wrong after just trying to do something nice hit you like a plummeting ship. You shut off the water just sitting there for a moment before pulling yourself up, Tomorrow is a new day... but avoiding him couldn't hurt.

Between finishing the work load of filing early you ordered everything you needed stating the room number where it needed to be delivered too. Arriving downstairs you found the door prompt open with boxes inside along with Thorn hauling the rest of the guards boxes out.

"Stupid droids delivered some of the supplies to my office, I'll bring them over after I drop these at filing."

"Thank you, Commander," you said formally turning your attention back to the boxes. You groaned at the amount of work you had to do, finding his office you found a few more stacks groaning you push some of them to the room thanking the tiles floor for cooperating. By the time Thorn had gotten back you were gleaming with sweat but managed to get all of the boxes inside.

"I said I was going to bring them over," he scolded watching you down water as if your sweat had sucked all of it out of you.

“Problem?” You heard Fox’s rough voice.

“No, Sir,” you said gulping down the rest of the water prying yourself off the heap of boxes, “Just explaining that I can move my own boxes,” you added curtly glowering at him before stalking off to organize the piles of boxes.

“Next time please let me, it isn’t a problem,” Thorn said pointedly staring at Fox.

You didn’t hear Fox leave, you turned to see his lingering presence in the door frame “Can I help you?”

“Not even open yet and causing problems,” he scoffed walking off.

You wanted to throw a box at his head, if he wasn’t the head of the guard it might have been worth it. Even Thorn cocked his head glaring at him as he walked away, “Funny cause you went home with her ‘sister’ last night.” You’re face turned bright red, you heard him apologizing for the unchaste comment before you shut the door in his face not being able to get the burning under control. He went home with her? If that isn’t a backwards compliment. That insufferable dreadful man is not going to ruin this for me.

Hearing a barely audible tap on the door you opened it apolozing to who you assumed to be Thorn about needing a moment to yourself to find Fox standing there and the rest of your words died in your mouth. He handed you a cup of Caf, as if you didn’t have a few boxes worth in one of these piles, and walked off. Was that a poor excuse for an apology? You took a sip of the caf and nearly sprayed it into the hallway. This is why I’m opening a caf shop, this is disgusting. They get disgusting beer and even worse coffee. However you forced yourself to drink it wrinkling your nose with every drink. It was dangerously caffeinated you zoomed from task to task until the coffee bar was fully set up which looked odd in such an empty room.

“See, the coffee is fine as is,” Fox chuckled walking by to peer at the progress you were making impressed with how much you accomplished.

“I see why you have no taste,” you saw his footstep flatter for a moment knowing the punch landed.

“Don’t know if I should applaud you or be afraid of you,” Thorn chuckled bringing in another huge box, “You forgot your cups, kind of hard to serve coffee without them.”

“Thank you.”

“79’s after?” he asked setting the box next to the counter.

“Because that went so well the first time,” you muttered, “Sure,” you said offering a smile.

Sure enough, Fox walked in saying he was going too. You tried to keep a straight face but the tension between the half hidden glare was enough to make Thorn squirm hauling his brother out of the room to leave you to your work.

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[marymary-diva17]

Not so serious troopers

Star Wars master list

When it came to dating two clone troopers, there were some stuff that came to having a relationship with clones. Even when it came to how they were ranked in the army, as some of them could be laid back and others were very serious. You had won the hearts of two serious clones in the military, they are Cody and Rex. A relationship that had started off as friendship and natural respect, had soon lead to a whole romantic relationship. When it came to dating them both there were more times when they were serious around you, on working base and romantic base as well. It had soon came to times were you had even seen them relax when they were with you.

Y/n " come in" you were doing some senate work when your office door had beeped, you soon saw 3cpo entered your office.

3cpo " mistress y/n captain rex and commander Cody are here"

y/n " oh please let them in 3cpo"

3cpo " yes mistress the lady said you two can come in" soon rex and Cody had entered your office.

y/n " you are free to go 3cpo and please bring some refreshments for our guest" 3cpo had nod his head and soon walked off, he knew of the relationship between you and the two troopers. It was the same for your brother and some of the closest people to you as well.

rex " hello lady y/n"

y/n " you know it just us three in there you don't have to call me lady y/n or ma'am"

cody " sure" soon Cody and rex had removed their helmets and soon looked at down as they place their helmets and place them down on the coffee table.

y/n " so what do I owe this wonderful visit from my handsome troopers" you soon moved closer to the two as they looked at you, as you gave them each a kiss on their lips.

rex " well we got home last night and came to see you after being gone for so long, after we were given shore leave"

y/n " well I'm happy you two came to see me I really missed you both when you two were gone and my brother along with ashoka and obi-wan"

cody " well you have nothing to worry about as we are both here safe and sound"

y/n " so tell me how was the mission this time" you sat with the two on the couch as 3po had come back with some drinks and some snacks as well.

rex " it was good but took alot of man power to overcome the separatist"

y/n " well I'm happy to have you both home I was worried that many lives were going to be lost on both sides, due the conflict on the planet"

cody " yes there was the worry of lives being lost but thanks to generals and commander we came out good, but there were many who were injured on this conflict soldiers and civilians"

y/n " yes the senate had pass some deals that will help with medical treatment and supplies for the troopers and civilians"

rex " we heard you and padme are to thanked for that along with your friends"

y/n " we all did out work to help make this deal happen as we need to be there for our people and troopers" rex and cody smile toward you as you soon lean back in your seat, rest you head on rex shoulder while holding cody hand in your free hand.

cody " we loving coming to see you"

y/n " why may I ask"

cody " because being with you allow us to find some peace of mind, and allows us to somewhat relax you will listen to our problems and give us love and support"

rex " we always know whatever happens we can come to you, and you will be here for us no doubt in the galaxy we know that is true" you soon smiled at the two troopers as you look at them rex soon kissed you on the lips, and cody kissed you on the forehead.

cody " look we know we are serious doing most of our relationship, but when we are with you we don't feel like we always have to be very serious and can be ourselves"

y/n " aww I love you two and I don't care if you are very serious that what makes something so special about you tow, and I love that truly"

cody " yes beautiful" soon the doors of your office side open very fast, and you soon moved away a bit away from rex and cody. You soon looked up and saw it was your brother, padme, and Ashoka standing there with 3po as well.

y/n " hello everyone"

anakin " hello little sister I came to see you but now I know how, captain rex is speeding his free time"

ashoka " so you are rex and cody special someone"

cody " yes"

rex " well yes kid I'm dating y/n and we have been dating for a while"

Ashoka " don't worry I won't be telling anyone I'm happy for you three"

rex " thank you kid"

padme " well we came to see if you will like to join us for dinner, but knowing rex and cody are with you will they love to join us as well" you soon looked at rex and cody hoping to hear an answer from them.

rex " sure we will love too"

padme " good and don't worry the dinner will be host at my home so there no need to worry"

cody " thank you ma'am" the dinner was wonderful and fun watching cody and rex crack some jokes and tell some stories, with everyone it made you happy to see they were having a good time. The two troopers had spent the night at your place, the tiro was enjoying each other company before they will be separated again for a short or longer time due to the wars and everything else. So everyone cherish these moment knowing it will be longer until you are all back together again.

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[littlenephilim999uriel]

HI! i was just wondering if you could do a wolffe story? if you haven’t done any yet! creativity is all up to you 🥰

“I tried my best to not feel anything for you. Guess what? I failed.”

I really hope you like it. I am a little rusty since I have not written any Stories in sooooo long.

It was another successful Mission with the 104th Battelion. Her Master Plo Koon and the Jedi Council are very happy with her growth and she knows it is only a matter of time before she will become a Jedi Knight. The Padawan of course knows what this means. She will leave her Master and the 104th to get her own Battalion of very capable soldiers. Still the tought scared her more than anything. She never wanted to leave the Men that became her Family and the tought alone made a knot form in her throat bringing her close to tears. Normally she would be drinking and laughing with the Men but not today,no the words from her Master were still fresh in her Mind.

"You did well my Padawan." Plo Koons Voice was filled with Pride which made her Smile as well. "Thank you Master." She answered to which he only nodded before he continued talking. "I am very happy to tell you that you soon will be no longer a Padawan." (y/n) furrowed her brows at that giving him a confused look that made him chuckle. "Now don't look so worried. You will of course become a Jedi Knight and will lead your very own Battalion." Her Master sounded so proud yet those News didn't make her as happy as she thought they would. "How soon will I leave Master?" Plo Koon felt the shift in the Force, the saddness radiating off of her. "If everything goes well within the next two weeks. (y/n) you don't seem all that Happy about it." The Padawan let out a sigh trying to pull a brave face. "I am just surprised. I just need some time." He only nodded understandingly. (y/n) then walked away leaving her worried Master behind.

Her leaving of course didn't go unnoticed by her Commander. Wolffe watched confused as she quickly hurried away instead of celebrating with them like always. Still Wolffe somehow manged to sneak away unnoticed and followed her. He didn't need to search for her all that long because he quickly found her leaning on the railing looking down at the City below her. Wolffe recognised the look on her face. One didn't need to be a Jedi to see the sadness in her Eyes.

She of course felt his presence long before he even got close to her and turned her head around to look at him sending him a soft smile. "Commander, shouldn't you be celebrating with your Brothers?" Wolffe only chuckled at that and slowly walked closer pulling off his Helmet. "I could say the same about you." (y/n) let out a laugh through her nose and sent him a playfull grin. "True." He then tilted his head at her looking rather worried. "You are sad." Was all he said which only made her laugh. "No shit Sherlock!" "Why?" Letting out a sigh she turned around to fully face him. "I will become a Jedi Knight soon and-" He then cut her off letting out a sigh himself. "And you will leave this Battalion to lead your own." She only nodded at that. "I don't want to leave you Guys. You are my Family... all I know." For the first time in so long Wolffe smiled softly. "We will miss you Commander. Though it will be a lot less stressfull without your airhead." He said teasingly to which she only sent him a playfull glare. Wolffe raised his Hands in defense laughing softly. "Only speaking the truth Sir." (y/n) laughed softly herself and looked back at the City below her. It was at this Moment that she decided to tell him the truth knowing that this Probably will be her only chance to ever do it.

Taking a deep breath she was considering her Words carefully. She then decided on what to say but didn't dare to look at the Men standing next to her. "I tried my best to not feel anything for you.” The relaxing atmosphere changed quickly as she said that. Wolffe blinked once, twice before looking at her with a confused expression not sure if he heard her correctly. As if finally gathering her courage she then turned towards him looking him in the eyes smiling sadly at him. "Guess what? I failed." He only stared at her in confusion. "What do you mean?" (y/n) cuckled softly and took a step closer to him. "It means that I Love you Wolffe. That is the reason why my Heart is filled with so much sadness at the tought of becoming a Full pleged Jedi Knight and leaving all of you behind." With a loud clank his Helmet fell out of his hand as his eyes grew bigger. Not really knowing what to say he only stared at her with confusion. Was this all a Dream? A cruel Joke she was playing on him? No she wouldn't do that. A Million thoughts raced through his head but he was finally pulled out of it as a warm and soft Hand gently took one of his in hers. "Wolffe I wish to stay with you." His eyes finally found hers again. "As do I." Was all he said which made her smile warmly up at him. They stared at eachother for a long while before he spoke up again. "Become a Jedi Knight (y/n)." This made her blink in confusion. But before she could ask why he would say that he kept speaking. "You worked so hard. Become a Jedi Knight and lead your own Battalion. I promise we will find a way to keep seing eachother." She softly nodded her head at that. "I will hold you up to that Promise Commander." He softly smiled at that and pulled her closer. On instinct she closed her eyes as he leaned up and placed a soft kiss on her forhead. So soft she almost didn't feel it. Wolffe then gently took her Face in his Hands to look into her eyes again.

"When have I ever lied to you."

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[euphoriacafe]

Just had a sad thought… imagine one of the clones met you at 79’s or you always tried to reach out to them- then you secretly started a family with them or had a relationship- then Order 66 comes and you go to them not realizing they’re not the same…

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[nahoney22]

Tender Hearts*** part (2/2)

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Dogma X F!Reader

word count: 3.3k

You take Dogma back to your place and help take away all his troubles.

warnings: NSFW, smut train ahead 🚂. 18+ only so minors be gone. Female reader giving oral, p in v sexy times, face sitting, kissy, cuteness, nervous Dogma, slight praise kink, cream pie ♥️ this has taken me ages to get to but big shoutout to @rain-on-kamino who helped me with a section of this part. Hope you enjoy. Not proofread.

Masterlist ♥️

part one | part two

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Was it nerves? Excitement? Fear? Lust? He couldn’t work out the sensation that overrides his body as he followed you to your place.

He hung back a little, watching the way your hips swayed as you walked and and licked his lips, a growing arousal emerging from tasting the fragrant and tingling sensation on them from the kiss you shared at 79’s. He hadn’t drank anythinganything, but he felt drunk. Completely intoxicated. He didn’t even realise you had come to a halt outside your door, looking over your shoulder and fluttering your lashes at him.

“We’re here, Dogma.”

He stiffens, in every way. He stands back as he gazes at you pushing the code into your door and watch it open with a hiss. You step inside with him following behind.

Call it what you will, but as soon as he followed through and the door closed, his hands could not help but fly to your waist and bring you to him.

“Ooh! Someone’s eager.” You purr excitedly, a small burn in your gut as you feel his deft fingers caress the fabric to your clothes. Your words seemed to pull him back into reality, cheeks flaming red in embarrassment.

“Apologies, I should’ve-.” He goes to let go but it was you who pressed yourself flushed against him, feeling every inch of his muscle from under his blacks against you.

“Don’t apologise,” you whisper softly, almost afraid that if you spoke any louder it’d scare him away, “I like a dominant man.”

The clone melts at your words and finds himself wrapping his arms around you. From the moonlight that shined in through your apartment windows, his eyes glowed in only what you could describe as honey coloured bewilderment. “Can I kiss you, ma’am?”

You hum in little amusement, leaning in towards him until your nose brushes against his. “You can do whatever you’d like.” You enticed and it certainly worked as his lips came crushing to yours.

Rushed, messy but full of something you had never felt before in a man: pure want. He needed this. He needed the way your lips molded against his, he needed the feeling of your hands trailing up from behind the back of his neck to his cheeks and just holding him. For him it felt like oxygen, swallowing your sweet little sighs as he tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss.

You felt yourself shiver, a silent victory and desire that fuelled your reaction. This should have happened ages ago. He had been watching you just as much as you had been watching him. Always tiptoeing around each other in the hangar until he came to see you today. You were excited and felt wanted. His stomach was in knots, heart racing and he felt on fire. You had parted your mouth and with hunger and hesitancy, you slowly brushed your tongue against his lower lip.

Oh fuck.

Dogma jerked away, eyes wide in shock and surprise and you felt panic rain down on you like a cold shower. “D-Dogma I’m sorry, was that too much?”

He stared at you, not once blinking with his arms down to his sides as you stared back, almost horrified.

He didn’t budge, didn’t even reply until some bolt of courage ran through him and he marched back up to you, grabbing a hold of you and pinning you against the wall with your arms above your head.

“Dogma!” You gasp, wide-eyed but not at all frightened. Before you could ask what it was he was doing, his mouth was back on yours but this time it was harsher than before and hungry. So fucking hungry.

Open mouthed, he savages your lips as he slips his tongue against yours and you have to do everything in your power to not collapse as your knees begin to buckle.

Dogma felt you give a delirious moan as his tongue danced against yours, the feeling of your wet and hot tongue gave him senses of ecstasy and even more so when he felt you rut against him ever so slightly.

Soon enough, you both pulled away and heavy panting. “That was…”

“Yeah.” You breathed in response, a daze in your eyes as you felt your body twitch all over.

Dogma felt his confidence skyrocket for a second until you took his hand and led him to what could only be your bedroom.

You're kissing him again, hands against his chest and teasingly pushing back until his legs hit the edge of the bed and he goes tumbling onto your mattress. He stares up at you, his Adam’s apple bobbing as you slowly peel your clothes away from your skin, making sure to tease him.

The length in his pants was unmissable. You had heard rumors from your friends that Clones were heavenly blessed with such a feature and you were possibly moments away from seeing it. But then, you saw his face.

Innocent. So innocent.

You tilt your head to the side and smile softly at him and despite being completely exposed, you had never felt so warm. You certainly had never felt so enamored by a man. “Dogma?”

He looks up at you, trickles of sweat drops glistening along his tattoo. “Yes?”

Slowly, you step towards him until you’re close enough to place your hands either side of the bed and seductively crawl over the top of him until your face is inches away from his. “Have you done anything like this before, sweetheart?”

“No.” He speaks, voice shaking with the word.

“Then what is it you what?” You hum, grazing yourself lips along his jaw. “My lips on you and caressing every inch of your skin?”

He sighs into you, his nose against your shoulder and softly inhaling the scent of your hair. “P-please.”

“Dogma,” you whisper his name like a prayer as your lips trail up towards his ear, “I’ll help you forget everything you’ve suffered. I’ll show you what pleasures your body can go through.”

The clone trembles beneath you, his cock throbbing behind the fabric of his blacks as you tease him with sweet-nothings. His hands finally make a move, coming up to your bare waist and trailing along the length of your body. “My pain… my suffering won’t end.” His voice was timid but the sad truth behind his reality of life pangs your heart like a blaster bolt.

“Then let me help you. I’ll give you all of me. Taste me, sweetheart. Let me fix your tender heart.” You nibble tantalisingly gently at his ear, moving one hand to cup his cheek as you pull away and look at him lovingly in the eyes. “Taste me. Feel me. Find out what makes me moan and what makes me scream your name.”

Dogma’s chest heaved with great trepidation. Could he go through with this? After all the times he dissed his brothers for breaking the rules about attachments? Here you were, willing to give him everything. Him.

Fuck it. What does he have to lose?

He lunges forward and captures your lips against his, flushing your nude and luxurious body down to his as he kissed you with such passion and need that he had you breathless in a matter of seconds.

“I want you. I want you more than anything.” He ushers against your lips before his lips start attacking your neck sensationally.

“You have me, I’m here.” You moan as you feel him suck on that delicate part of your neck.

He becomes drunk at the taste of you. Just the taste of your skin alone was causing his mind to whirlwind and didn’t even grasp the words that were about to pour out of his mouth.

“Sit on my face, mesh’la.”

Blood rushes to your cheeks and your pussy throbs in excitement and he stops kissing your neck and pulls back to read your expression. “Sorry, was that too forward?”

A smirk grows on your glowing face and you push against his chest so he is laying flat on the bed before moving up on him even more. “I’d be glad to take a seat somewhere more… comfy?” You waggle your brows at him and a wide smile plasters his features and watches as you kneel just over his face, warm breathing fanning at your exposed heat.

He grasps onto your thighs, slowly lowering you and you feel your mouth water as you gaze down at him, seeing him between your legs with lust filled eyes. “Come here honey, let me taste you.”

You let out a yelp when you suddenly are pulled down by the hips, firmly seating yourself onto his face. Instinctively, you brace forward and your hands grip your headboard as he gives a perilously slow lick against your core.

“Oh, kriff Dogma,” you breathily whine as the Clone drags his tongue deep between your folds, lapping up every drop of your dripping arousal that he craved.

Moaning against your pussy, Dogma sent shock waves of pleasure throughout your core. “You taste so good.” He grumbles with a low growl, his thoughts speaking for him. When his tongue swirls around your clit, you instinctively grind your hips down, pressing your pussy further against his hot mouth.

He moans again, pleased that he was taking what you desired from him. For someone who was so shy, so reserved, he was fucking filthy. You hazard a guess that he was more willing to let loose right now and that was simply because he was too lost in the haze of pleasure.

Dogma watches you writhe above him and he doesn’t hesitate to grab fistfuls of your arse to encourage you to grind your soaking cunt against his tongue as much as you both wanted. He could simply drown in the taste of your pussy and he wouldn’t complain at all.

From where he lay, he watches your reactions through lidded eyes.

Maker, she’s a beautiful vision to behold, he thinks to himself. Your once styled hair is now a mess from you raking your fingers through it, makeup now slightly smudged. He can faintly make out tears pin pricking at the corners of your eyes.

Your mouth hangs slightly agape, the sweetest moans and whines continuously falling from your lips like a siren’s song. He reaches up to you, cupping a breast and giving it a gentle squeeze as he knew you were about to become undone in a matter of moments.

“Dogma… mmmmph…. I’m going to-.” Your whimpers didn’t go unnoticed as he sucked against your throbbing bud, eyes locked on your face as you began to hit your high.

You're begging him, whimpering above him as your hips unconsciously buck. He’s sucking perfectly, the right amount of suction and pressure that soon had you seeing stars the galaxy couldn’t give you. Dogma curses under his breath, purely pussy drunk as he tastes the fluids that seeped onto his tongue as you cum.

You go limp, dazed and fucked out of your mind and Dogma panics a little, moving you so he could lay you down and cuddle up beside you. “Are you okay, my love?”

My love.

Again, he didn’t think about the words that came seeping out of his mouth but as you turn to look at him with those lust-filled eyes, he didn’t care for a second if you rejected his strong feelings.

“I’m… perfect. You’re perfect.” You sigh, allowing your body to relax as your nerves start to twitch as you come down from your climax.

You look between his legs this time, his length still aching in the confines of his blacks. Gently, your hand goes down and strokes along his toned thigh, rising higher and higher until your hand ghosts over his throbbing length.

He hissed but of pleasure, licking his lower lip as he watched in awe as you began to palm over it and soon you shifted until you sat between his thighs and pulled down the lower half of his blacks.

It springs free and your mouth parts just a little. He watches you for a reaction, nervous but as you have it an experimental pump - his nerves faded.

His cock had the most perfect shade to it, tip already leaking with precum. It had a curve but only slight and had the ideal girth. “Stunning.” You whisper, eyes slowly closing as you lean down and gently start to suck on his head.

You became encouraged by the sounds of his moans, swirling your tongue around the tip before pulling away with a small pop.

His breathing staggers and his hands grip the duvet beneath him tightly. He utters your name and you look up at him from between his legs and the sight almost makes him cum right there and then. Your pupils were wide with lust, mouth parted and lips wet with want as you stroke his length up and down before you take him all in your mouth; eyes unwavering.

He couldn’t even string out a word to say this time, his elbows that had him propped up failed him and he collapsed flat back on the bed as he felt your tongue wrap itself around him as you bop your head up and down. “S-s-so…”

“So what? Good?” You smirk against him as he became a mewling mess and he let out a grunt which could only be of an agreement. His fingers find their way into your hair, his fingers caressing your scalp until he takes a fistful and guides your mouth.

His tip hits the back of your throat, your stomach going all a flutter and so you cup his balls and fondle them carefully.

Dogma sighs in nothing but pleasure at this point, the feeling of his cock in the cavern of your wet mouth and quivering throat making his hips twitch up.

You go on for only a few more seconds until his grip in your hair tightens and he pulls you straight off his cock and panting heavily. “I… I don’t want to cum, just yet. If you’ll allow me to, I want to last longer and-.”

“And?” You needle him with a raise of your eyebrows.

He gulps. “And to have sex with you.”

Your face softens and you nod, crawling over his body with his cock sliding against your stomach.

In awe, his hands move to your side and every so sweetly flips you onto your back so now he’s the one hovering over you. “Mesh’la.”

You didn’t understand the word he said but you both readied yourselves. You were rather eager, excited even. Meanwhile Dogma was unsure, nervous.

You waited for him, just as you had done for months. Patiently.

Noticing him mentally preparing, you stretch your legs open a little wider for him, a silent invitation as he sits between your now parted legs and pumps at his cock in preparation.

A billow of confidence strikes him as he looks at your wanting face. He positions himself ready, lining his cock up with your entrance and he breathes heavy as he feels how wet you are. Beautiful.

In a swift and almost expert motion, he’s in you. He’s stretching your walls and you’re certain your eyes have rolled right into the back of your head as you gave a warbling bawl.

“You okay?” He panics for a moment, ready to pull out of you but as you grip onto his forearms to hold him there, you laugh. Soft, euphoric and angelic.

“You’re amazing.” You sighed dreamily, adjusting slowly to his girth and motion for him to continue.

Of course he was hesitant to proceed but the warmth of your pussy was making his blood boil in desire and soon enough he began to thrust.

The size of him stretched your flesh as the immense pressure of being filled by him brought you close to the edge of ecstasy again. He’s moaning, eyes closed and completely focused. He looked stunning.

“Faster… please…”

“Anything for you.” His eyes open slowly and the sight of you writhing beneath him was so satisfactory that his knees almost buckled.

As you commanded, he set a fast, pleasure inducing pace.

“Fuck!” You curse out loud, not caring at all of your neighbors who were always ever so nosey hearing your cry out in pure ecstasy. After all, the most beautiful man in the galaxy was plowing into you.

Each thrust he gave was welcomed with a wanton moan, his name falling from your lips from your hoarse throat. It was good, so good. Too good. You knew you never wanted him to stop because it felt incredible of his length filling you completely.

Placing your hands on the bed, you push yourself up to arch your back, lifting your hips off the bed to allow greater freedom of movement as you meet Dogmas ramming thrusts eagerly. Your internal muscles grasp at him as wave upon wave of pleasure built within you, until you begin to teeter on the sensitive of completion.

His arms grasp down against your waist, circling his muscular arms around you and brings you to him, cock straining inside you beautifully.

You shudder under his touch and your arms wrapped around the back of his neck as you sink further into him and smirk as you notice he still had his upper blacks on. “Can we take this off?” You gesture, fiddling with the hem of its collar and he nods, eagerly.

You slide it away from him before grinding against him, eyes focused on his glistening chest that was layered with sweat and what a sight of it was to behold! Tanned, toned and thankworthy. “Oh Dogma,” you moan as you slide up and down on him, “you’re perfect.”

He felt himself choke. “S-so are you.” He stutters pathetically, not really caring.

His climax however was rising in the pit of his stomach, as was yours. His eyes become hooded and mouth slack as you pressed yourself flush against him, grating against his cock and whispering sweet praises in his ear. “You’re so good at this, do you feel how…mmm… how wet you’ve made me?” You rasp, the clone nodding his head in much need.

“Feels s’good.” He groans and bravely spanks your rear which makes you yelp but smirk.

You thrust against one another some more, kisses being stolen here, there and everywhere you both could. But soon, that climax in his stomach was about to burst. “K-Kriff I think I’m gonna-.”

“Do it. Cum inside me, fill me up with your seed.” You shamelessly beg for his releases just as much as yours. Vulgar and every filthy words you knew pours out in the bedroom, both of your moans increasing with every lurch he seethed into your cunt. Your fingers bury against his back, clawing at it to keep you up right as his thrusts become staggered until you feel it.

Hot. Scorching. His seed spitting into you as you spasm on him, hitting your high and seeing stars and planets as he let out a barking shout as he came.

He slumps forward, careful not to crush you as you both fall flat on the bed in a middle of sweat and cum.

He’s silent, aside from his breathing.

“Dogma….?”

Tiredly, his softening cock slips out from you and casts a blushing gaze in your direction. “Yes, my love?”

Those words, again. So pure.

“That was amazing. Thank you.” You whisper, rolling onto your side to trace your fingers up and down his heaving chest. He gathers that this was aftercare rather quickly and wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer and trailing his fingers up and down your arm.

“I should be the one thanking you. For allowing me to do this.”

“Well,” you smile, “I hope this isn’t the last time. My love.”

Eventually, you find yourself almost crawling to the refresher to clean yourself up and upon your return, your heart thunders at the sight of Dogma sleeping peacefully in your bed.

Finally, he’s found some peace.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

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[imarvelatthestars]

Penance

Pairings: Clone Trooper Veteran Tai (from Kenobi) x f!Reader

Warnings: Tai has PTSD flashbacks/nightmares, references to canon typical violence, vague sexy times, angst, hurt/comfort

Notes: Some slightly altered canon to allow for maximum angst.

@moodymisty - more Tai juice for ya

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He's been coming home later and later this week, and he hates it. He's grateful, of course, to have a job. He knows exactly where he'd be if he didn't have it, but that doesn't mean he has to like every aspect of it. Because he doesn't. He doesn't like coming home smelling of chemicals, joints aching, with the grime of this planet on his boots. It's just not what he was made to do.

There are the little things that make it worthwhile, though, things beyond no longer being on the streets, like finally having his own income, like not being shot at or putting his life on the line every single day. Like crossing the threshold of your shared hovel and seeing you asleep on the sofa. Yeah, that's a big one.

The sheets are still stretched across the cushions. He probably should have put them away before he left, but he'd been... distracted. He'd barely had time to brush his teeth without being late and his jaw was still a little sore, but the ache was a constant reminder of what he was coming home to.

Home. He's not sure when he started calling it that, but there's no way this shitty little apartment of yours is anything but. It's where you are, it's where he finds himself smiling the most, laughing. His life has slowly wormed its way in alongside yours, he can see it in the grooming materials on the bathroom counter, the space for his work boots right next to yours, the kaf mug you bought him drying on the counter.

His eyes flick back to the sofa and the sight warms something cold and bitter in his chest. Because he knows the sheets smell like him, he hasn't gotten around to washing them for a few days. Home.

You stir when he kisses you, even though he's trying to be gentle. He wants you to get enough sleep, at least one of you should be. Not that he'd ever complain about you waking up.

The sleepy little mewl you make in the back of your throat when you crack your eyes open and stretch has to be one of his favorites. It's embarrassing the type of reaction it almost always gets out of him.

"Stealing my bed now, are you?" he rumbles when you finally manage to make fully conscious eye contact.

You whine and roll your head to the side. You're blinking up at him like a lazy tooka and dank farrik, you're cute. "Mmh, just waiting for you," you reply.

You shift around on the sofa so you're sitting semi-upright and there he is, handsome as ever, even with those tired circles under his eyes. He's been working so hard lately. And he never complains, never compromises his time with you, you don't even think he gets enough sleep to function, but he always soldiers on. Always gives you that beautiful smile of his.

He doesn't say anything, but he tilts his head at you, inclining you to continue while he rubs circles into your thigh with his thumb.

"Wanted to go to bed with you."

"Is that right?" he chuckles.

Heat flushes your face and chest. "Not like that. I want to sleep with you." It's possible you're being obtuse on purpose.

Tai hums, his hand drifting higher up your thigh until his thumb brushes along the seam of your leg and your groin. It's a dangerous game he's playing, but he plays it well. You meet him halfway when he crawls over you for another kiss.

"You won't hear any complaints from me."

"You don't- have tooooo, fuck!" Tai chuckles when you squirm up into him, his hand tracing teasing shapes over your clothes but perfectly between your thighs. You're trying to get the words out right, but he's just. Too damn good with his fingers. "Don't tease, Tai."

His tongue laves out across your jawbone. "But you sound so pretty when I do. Don't you, sweetheart?"

Whatever vague sense of self-control you had snaps and you drag him down on top of you like some desperate, wanton thing.

The pair of you don't make it off the sofa for a long time. And by the time you've both recovered, it's late and you're yawning again. Even Tai's yawning. It makes his cheeks dimple, so you kiss him there.

"Don't start," he grumbles through half-lidded eyes. "You'll make my heart give out, you little minx."

"Mmh, that's the plan."

One eye pops open and it sends you into a fit of giggles. "Oh? You like your men dying of heart failure?"

Your smirk and jump up on your feet, although your legs are still wobbly, so it's much less graceful than you intended. He takes your offered hands with the sleepy smile of an old geezer who needs his nap.

"No," you hum, "I like them in bed with me. C'mon."

It's not the first time he's spent the night in your bed, but it's the first night that you decide to never let him leave it if you can help it. The covers are pulled up, the lights turned out, and when his arm settles over the dip in your waist, you inhale deep and steady to breathe him in, savor him, make this moment last as close to forever as possible.

You're already falling deep into sleep when he noses at your cheek and kisses you goodnight.

The sound of boots on durasteel, countless hundreds of boots drowning out the hushed youngling whispers. Skywalker is the first to move and the arc of his saber through the gut of a padawan is all the go ahead the troopers need. It's all Tai needs.

His aim is good. He's always had a sharp eye. This night is no different. He's a good soldier. This night is no different. A youngling drops to the Temple floor and her markings remind him vaguely of Commander Tano. He follows orders.

This night is no different.

He wakes up when the blaster bolt reflected off a saber hits him in the shoulder and he finds that he is no longer on Coruscant, no longer lurking in the shadows of the Jedi Temple. He's in a bed. He's... he's on Daiyu, right? So why is he not shivering in the street? Why is there a body next to him?

And then he catches a glimpse of your face and everything comes crashing back. He's not just on Daiyu, he's home.

"Master Skywalker." That voice. He swears it will follow him to the end of his days. "There are too many of them. What are we going to do?"

The bed is too small. The room, this apartment. He has to get out before the walls close in on him, suffocate him, pay back all the death he has wrought.

He's already at the front door, stumbling into his boots and barely dressed, when the light clicks on. You're standing by the sofa, blinking sleepily, squinting, all bare legs and soft body wrapped up in his shirt. Stars above, you're wearing his kriffing shirt. That ought to make him proud, it should spur him on to take you in his arms and kiss you until you can't breathe, but when he looks at you now all he can see is this shining pinnacle of gently radiant beauty in a blood soaked garment. Jedi blood. Padawan blood. Blood on his hands.

"No." He's not sure who he's talking to or even what he's trying to say.

Tai falls backward into the wall. Fucking hells, all he can see is blood. His shoulder is aching something fierce and the pain is radiating throughout his entire body, screaming at him to remember. Remember the blood you spilled. Remember the ones you betrayed.

You step toward him and he's back in the Temple again. He's half conscious among the bodies of his fallen brothers. A little Twi with a blue lightsaber is defending herself. Then the shot to her throat knocks her over and her body goes still. He's slowly bleeding out while the bodies go cold.

Traitor. Murderer. Soldier.

Good soldiers follow orders. Even now, those words recycle themselves in his head. Whenever the dreams come, they're there.

"Tai?"

So soft. You've always been so soft. Even when you're laughing too loud, when you're frustrated after a bad shift, you're still so soft to the touch, to look at, when you speak. And now you watch him and you're soft. Unafraid. Unsure and cautious, but not afraid. He wants to scream, he wants to get in your face and give you a reason to be afraid because he deserves that. He's a monster and you're the sweet civilian who didn't know any better.

Monster. Killer. Soldier. Good soldiers always follow orders. Even when they shouldn't. And he shouldn't have. Maker, why did he do it? He still doesn't know why.

"Tai?"

You're close enough to touch. When did you get so close?

"It's okay. Whatever it is, it's okay. Okay?" You extend a hand, you almost touch him, but the way he flinches back is enough to give you pause. "I won't hurt you."

No, of course you wouldn't. But he could hurt you. It would be so easy for a monster like him to snap. Killer. He could just wrap his hands around your throat and drain the life out of you because that's what he was trained to do, after all. He wasn't built for love, he was made in a tube and bred for war like a fucking animal.

None of that comes out when he finally finds the strength to speak, though. Instead, the barest whisper of a voice warbles out of his voice box, small and terrified, the voice of a boy who saw death too early. "I still see them."

Your brows bunch together above your eyes. "Who?"

The younglings I killed. He shakes his head and lets it drop right into your waiting palm. "The bodies." It's a vague truth that's devoid of all hints to the depravity of his lowest point.

You chew on the inside of your mouth for a moment as you consider this. Tai feels the warmth of the apartment start to seep back into his bones with every stroke of your thumb over the apple of his cheek. There isn't blood dripping down the front of your borrowed shirt anymore, the little voice of a frightened child starts to fade away, and he finds himself returning to himself piece by shattered piece.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" he frowns.

He thinks that something in his heart both fractures and pieces itself back together with your answer. "That you're hurting." Your lips soothe the worry lining his temples, then press into the creases along his eyes, then fall lower to the stubble on his upper lip. "You want to go back to bed? I can hold you. Or we could stay out here? I'll make you some tea."

You could kick me out like I deserve, he offers, but he can't bring himself to say it and hurt you like that. It's not your fault.

Tai eventually allows you to coax him onto the sofa. His body moves too robotically, it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, but it feels nice to sit and it's even better when you bring him into your warmth, wrapping your arms around him and putting his head on your chest so you can hold him. It's strange that you make him feel... safe. He would never have thought it possible.

"I love you." It's whispered into his scalp and followed by a kiss. His skin buzzes long after you pull away.

He can't say it, he feels too dirty to say it, but he tries to show it in the way he tightens his arms around your ribcage, how he rubs his nose along your breastbone, in the fact that he's letting himself be vulnerable with you in a way no one else has ever seen. Except maybe his long dead brothers, his batchmates. The only family he ever had.

Strange, indeed, that he finds you safe. But then again, you're his home.

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[clu-ven]

"I'm so tired..." Prompt with Captain Rex

word count: 3.2k

summary: Rex needs some goddamn sleep

-> mainly SFW with vague indications to anything spicier <-

You get used to the late nights and early mornings, everyone does. 

When you spend a lot of time going from planet to planet, it gets hard to differentiate between what’s supposed to be night and day, each rotation merging together. No matter the time, space always looks the same and with the different time zones you frequent, it’s no surprise that you’re still wide awake in what’s supposed to be the middle of the night.

It’s not just you that suffers from this, though the clones usually have their hands full with their shifts, too busy to notice their odd sleep schedules. 

So sitting at one of the desks in a quieter part of the ship, working away on some overdue paperwork while Captain Rex fills out a mission report across the room isn’t too unusual. If anything, the only thing that's unusual is how quiet it is.

Normally there’s more clones roaming around, all working on their own  reports at the individual desks scattered around the room but tonight, it’s almost empty, with just you and the Captain present.

When Rex first entered, he greeted you with a weary smile before hunkering down with his work. It’s a rare occurrence to have some alone time with the Captain, even if neither of you are doing much talking. Thankfully, the silence that hangs in the room is a comfortable one, soothing compared to the loud blasts of the battlefield or constant chatter of the mesh hall. 

Every once in a while, your eyes leave the reports you're filling out and trail over to Rex, a smile lingering on your lips as you watch him, deep in thought. 

Like always, he’s still fully suited, his helmet placed casually on the side of the desk. It must be uncomfortable to sit there for so long in his armour, though you doubt Rex cares. He’s a man who’s always ready for action, hating the idea of wasting precious time on putting his armour on. He sits hunched over his work, completely engrossed by it with one of his arms propping up his head, hand leaning against his forehead.

Rex is like a statue with his eyes glued to the holopad in front of him. His brow is creased, deep lines running across his face as he puts all of his attention into his work. 

…Work…

Damn, you need to concentrate on your work too but that’s easier said than done.

It’s a difficult task to get back into work mode but you keep your head down and at least try to fill out a few more sections of paperwork. The good thing about doing some administration so late at night is that it’s sure to make you sleepy… eventually. The mundane task is bound to make anyone want to fall asleep or it’ll at least make anyone rethink every life choice that has led them to this moment. 

Even Rex must find it boring. You’re tempted to call out to him, say some witty line about how this makes cleaning the gunships look fun but you stop yourself, not wanting to intrude or interrupt his train of thought. You don’t even look up, knowing that if you glance his way again then you’ll get no work done, your mind wandering to other places.

Kriff, even without seeing Rex and just knowing he’s nearby is enough to distract you. You blink a few times in the hopes of pushing these thoughts out of your head and focus solely on the work in front of you. But it’s no use, you’ve lost all motivation to even finish the last sentence you’ve begun. You can’t bring yourself to do it, your brain completely shutting down at the thoughts of writing a single word more. Honestly, you’re too drained to deal with it now anyways and it can always wait until tomorrow.

Shutting down your holopad and clearing up your paperwork, an unfamiliar sound comes from the other side of the room. For a moment, you freeze, trying to process what the hell the sound could be. 

Was it a snort? Well, definitely not one from laughter, it was too quiet. Maybe it was a hum from the ship… though you think you would have recognised the sound if it was. 

An array of different possibilities flood your mind and just as you look up, opening your mouth to ask Rex if he heard it too, you realise what… or who the source of the sound was. 

With his hand still pressed against his forehead, keeping his head from smacking against the desk, Rex snores again. You can’t believe it. Is he actually asleep? 

Slowly pushing out from your chair, you stand to get a better look at him. His holopad is still on, showing a half filled out mission report. You don’t try to hide the soft smile that tugs at your lips, it’s not like he’s going to see it. Peering over at him, you realise Rex is undeniably asleep, even letting out another snore to confirm it. 

Being as quiet as possible, you tip-toe closer to him until you're beside his sleeping frame. Keeping your voice a mere whisper, you stoop down beside him “Rex?”. He doesn’t respond besides a small twitch of his nose. 

A part of you doesn’t want to wake him. For the most part, Rex looks peaceful when he sleeps except for the occasional crease of his brow, as though he’s still thinking about the work in front of him.

If it was the best option then you’d probably leave him here, perhaps turn off the light and find somewhere else to do your own work, giving Rex as much peace and quiet to rest as possible. But looking at the position he’s in and the way his armour seems to dig into him, you conclude the best course of action is to wake Rex and get him into a proper bed for the night…. Or for the next few hours until the morning briefing.

Placing your hand gently on his shoulder, you try again. “Rex” you drawl out, this time a little bit louder as you nudge him. His eyes screw closed for a second before he wakes with a start, immediately sitting up right as if he got caught sleeping on the battlefield. 

“Wha- what’s happening?” He blurts out, scanning the room with urgency.

“It’s ok, it’s ok,” you assure him, keeping your hand on his shoulder “you just fell asleep, that’s all”. Realising it’s just the two of you, Rex relaxes under your touch. 

Breathing easily, he slumps back in his chair, thankful you’re the one who caught him sleeping. “I’m sorry,” he apologises, rubbing one of his eyes as he mutters more to himself than to you “I’m so tired…”.

It’s as if you can feel him tugging at your heartstrings. The Captain always has so much to do, report after report, constantly trying to keep the others in check. You doubt Rex ever has enough time to get a proper night’s sleep. 

“C’mon Captain,” you stand “time for bed”.

Still groggy from sleep, it takes a second for Rex to process your words “Hm? No, no I can’t. Just uh, just let me finish this report” he tries his best to sound authoritative and fully in control but the yawn he finishes his sentence with says otherwise. 

“Captain” you sigh, a sympathetic but stern look crossing your face.

Rex tilts his head as he looks at you, still rooted in his seat. “Don’t give me that look,” he groans “I’ll be done with this report in no time”. You don’t change your expression, knowing that not even Rex himself believes he’ll finish this report anytime soon.

It only takes a few more moments for Rex to crack, averting his gaze as he mumbles “Fine, I guess I can finish it in the morning”. Putting both of his hands flat on the table, he stands with a huff.

He doesn’t protest when you pick up his helmet and lead him out of the room, guiding him through the quiet corridors and passing the various sleeping quarters until you get to his.

Reaching the door to his quarters, it takes Rex a very drawn out minute to punch in the code. He grumbles under his breath as he does, blinking hard in an attempt to keep his eyes open and focused on the keypad. You stay quiet, not wanting to distract him and instead you let Rex take on the dreaded keypad on his own. 

With the keypad’s beep of approval, Rex sighs in relief when the door begins to move.

The heavy metal door effortlessly glides to the side, revealing Rex’s compact room. It’s not exactly what you were expecting, the room being pretty cramped even though there’s hardly any furniture inside. Sure, there’s a sink and mirror so Rex doesn’t have to shave with the others, a small trunk presumably for his extra set of blacks as well as a bed that’s built into one of the walls and spanning the width of the confined room. Yet it doesn’t seem like enough.

Slowly wandering into the room, Rex glances behind him to make sure you follow him inside. Rex deserves a much bigger room than this, kriff, most of the clones do but you always thought his quarters would be bigger since he’s the Captain. But you don’t turn your nose up at the room, finding it quaint and liking its closeness. As you put Rex’s helmet on top of the trunk, he sits down on his bed. 

“Thank you… for well, for forcing me to get some sleep” he chuckles softly, his eyes crinkling.

“Anytime Captain, I’ll see you in the morning” with the bow of your head you turn to leave his quarters. You nearly make it out of his room when a thud sound causes you to stop and look back. With his eyes already shut, Rex has flopped down onto his bed, his legs dangling off the side and his armour still on. 

You sigh to yourself and turn back around to face him, making your way back over to the drowsy captain. “Rex,” you say softly, nudging him yet again “you know you shouldn’t sleep in your armour”.

While your main goal is to get Rex to sleep for a few hours, you didn’t mean in his armour. You’ve heard enough complaints from the likes of Hardcase and Jesse to know that even napping in full armour can cause a few sore muscles and lingering knots. 

Rex opens one of his eyes, gazing up at you but making no attempt to move. “Am I dreaming?” He asks, mouth half muffled by his pillow. Putting both hands on his torso, you try to gently pull him back up to a seated position. 

“You never know,” you tease “maybe this is a nightmare”.

Rex smiles to himself as you hoist him upright, knowing that couldn’t be the case. “But this can’t be a nightmare if you’re here” he shrugs, stating it as if it’s fact.

You’re taken aback by his words but you try not to show it. Rex could have meant a million different things by that or he mightn’t have meant anything at all, simply the incoherent ramblings of someone on the verge of sheer exhaustion. But deep down, no matter how much you try to deny it to yourself, you wish it means something. 

“Well, luckily for you it’s neither,” you force a smile, pushing those emerging emotions and desires deep down “you’re just tired beyond belief”.

Rex hums in relief as you work on getting his pauldron off. He savours your touch as your fingers brush against his blacks, fiddling with the ties of the armour.

This isn’t a situation Rex has ever found himself in. No one has ever taken off his armour for him with such care. He wants to watch you but Rex opts to keep his head down, instead focusing on the sensation alone as you remove his pauldron and start on his chestplate next.

Breaking the silence, you tease him again “I swear Captain, you better stay here and get some rest or else you’ll have an incident report to fill out”.

“Is that a threat?” He questions, though you can tell he’s not serious by his tone. You scoff, shaking your head but your smile remains bright “No, it’s a promise, Captain”.

Rex chuckles, shaking his head slightly. He’s thankful for you, someone who doesn’t treat him like he’s just a number and willing to joke around with him from time to time, not always falling into the professional role of the GAR. 

You treat him like a friend and sometimes, Rex wonders if that’s how you see him. Not as a colleague or a Captain, but as a friend you could turn to in times of need, that you could always rely on to make you smile or listen to your problems. Maybe that’s why Rex’s chest always seems to grow tight when you’re around or why he always scans an area to see if you're near, hoping to spot you in the crowd. He nods to himself, determining that’s why.

“You ok, Rex?” You ask, dropping more pieces of his armour to the side of his bed.

He looks utterly exhausted and you’re sure you can hear his brain clocking into overtime. With tired eyes, Rex is quick to assure you “I’m alright, just have a lot on my mind”.

“Is it that mission report?” your voice is so soothing to him. Even at the mention of the half complete mission report, Rex doesn’t feel an ounce of stress, too busy relishing in your voice. He shrugs his shoulders, mumbling “I guess”.

“Don’t worry about it, it’ll get done, they always do” you try to reassure him “and I’m sure General Skywalker won’t mind if you hand it in a little later than usual”. As much as Rex wants to worry about the report, he finds it hard to concentrate long enough to stress about it. 

With the top half of his armour off, you pause. Technically, the next piece of armour you should be getting off is his codpiece but you don’t think that would… *ahem* be in line with GAR policy. “You think you can handle it from here or should I keep going?” you ask, a touch of playfulness in your voice. Rex meets your gaze, his lips twitching upwards into that little lopsided smile he does every now and again.

It’s as if electricity surges through his body at your suggestive remark, his brain suddenly jolting awake as he tries to quickly decipher what you could be insinuating -if anything, that is. “Oh I- well, uh,” he stumbles over his words, clearing his throat before trying again “Y-yes, I’m sure I can take it from here, thank you for your uh, for your help”. 

He hates how he can’t get a sentence out properly, becoming more undone by the second. Usually Rex can easily keep his head in times of intense stress but with you? You always know how to seamlessly get under his skin, making him get flustered even with a mere glance in his direction.

You bow your head, taking a step back from Rex. “It’s no problem, Captain” you reply, giving him one last smile before you turn to leave yet again.

This time you nearly make it out of the room, the durasteel door sliding open before you hear Rex call your name. With one foot out the door, you stop and turn to look at him, waiting for him to say more. 

Rex opens his mouth though no words come out. He doesn't know why he called out to you, well, he does deep down but he’s not ready to face those emotions just yet. He can feel his face getting warm and he prays you don’t notice his cheeks turning a light shade of red. 

“I-” he doesn’t want you to leave, not now. Can’t you stay just another few minutes? Or until he falls asleep? The bed may look uncomfortable… which it admittedly is but there’s enough room for you too. 

But he knows he can’t, that if any superior found out then you’d both be reprimanded. Or what if you reject him? How is he supposed to look you in the eye after the embarrassment of blurting out something so impulsive yet vulnerable just to be rebuffed by you?

Becoming increasingly aware of you waiting for him to speak, Rex forces the words out “Don’t stay up too late”. Maker, he wants to kick himself.

“Oh,” you weren’t quite sure what you were expecting Rex to say but for some reason that wasn’t it. Though you stay professional and nod to him “I’ll try not to, Captain”. You step out into the hallway, holding his wishful gaze until the door swiftly shuts between you both. A breath you didn’t know you holding, shakily leaves your lungs.

You try to shake the feeling that maybe Rex wanted to say something else, doing your best to shrug the feeling off as being nothing more than your own fantasy. 

The sound of your name snaps you out of your thoughts and you whip your head to the side, noticing a surprised Echo standing only a few feet away. “Did you just…” he trails off, not fully believing his eyes before slowly continuing “leave the Captain’s quarters?”.  A knowing smirk quickly forms on his face and Echo folds his arms.

Panic hits you as your eyes go comically wide. “What? N-no, it’s not like that, Echo!” you hurriedly profess.

The smirk doesn’t leave Echo’s face. “Woah, like what?” he asks, innocently “I’m just saying what I’m seeing”. You roll your eyes, too tired for his teasing.

“Echo...” you warn.

“Hey, your secret’s safe with me!” he chuckles, his smirk changing into a comforting smile “just be glad it wasn’t Fives who caught you, the whole battalion would know by morning if he found out about this”.

“There’s no secret to keep safe! Nor is there anything going on for Fives or you or any other trooper to ‘find out’ about” you try to clarify, a silence hanging in the air before you quietly add “but thank you… I would appreciate it if you kept this between us”.

With a wink, Echo continues on his patrol “You know I will”.

You sigh in relief. The last thing you or Rex need right now is a rumour. Running your hand down your face, you try to wake yourself up as you turn to head back the way you came. You know you can trust Echo but you also know how perceptive Fives is and how easily he can detect whenever Echo is keeping something from him.

But right now that isn’t something for you to think about, knowing you’ll stress yourself into oblivion if you do. Instead, you try to focus on one thing only; finishing off Rex's mission report by morning.

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If I Don't Make It Back Alive

Hardcase writes you a letter

A/N: I got the idea from Merida's (from the Disney movie Brave) scene in Once Upon a Time where she sees her father's soldiers writing letters home in case they die. I thought that the clone soldiers might do something similar if they had someone close to them. This may or may not be a series if people like it.

Warnings: General angst, mentions of war and death, 501st shenanigans. Also, I've never written Hardcase before so I hope I got him ok.

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Hey Babygirl,

I just wanna start off by being real cheesy and say that I love you and I miss you a whole lot. We've been busy, but not so busy we can't have a little fun. Fives and I put blue hair dye in Rex's shampoo the other day. You should have seen his face when he realized what we did! It was definitely worth the cleaning duty we got assigned when he finally caught us. I've never laughed so hard. I think Echo mighta peed a little. I think we all needed that (the laughing, not Echo peeing). Sorry...is that too weird? You told me I could say anything to you and you'd still love me so I hope that's true because I'm not that eloquent and with you being a lady I didn't wanna seem rude or anything.

But anyways, I guess I'm writing because we lost a lotta guys on this campaign and I just wanted you to have something just in case anything were to happen to me. I love you, my pretty girl. I hope you know that. I miss your smile and I miss waking up next to you. I hope you know that next time I see you, I'm gonna make sure you know exactly how much I love you...if ya know what I mean ;) Anyways, I just saw Jesse running after Fives with a stick so I'd better go see what they did this time. I love you, cyar'ika.

Your handsome soldier,

Hardcase

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Foxglove ~ Commander Fox x F reader (part 2)

According the language of flowers Foxglove symbolizes riddles, conundrums and secrets along with ambition and creativity.

Summary: A small fancy caff shops pops up in the senate building. Commander Fox is not amused.

Slow burn, enemies? to lovers, Commander Fox x reader, Commander Thorn x reader (platonic)

Warnings: Angst, Smut, implied smut, cannon violence and talks of cannon related violence, exhibitionism if ya squint, insulting banter, soft gentleman kix

part one part three

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A few droids milled about dragging in sorted furniture waiting for their instructions on where to put it. Within a couple hours the space had slowly started to look like a proper coffee shop. The counter had been set up so people could watch their drinks be made and various small tables lined the wall. You let yourself stop to stare at the almost completed cafe, amazed about how quickly it all came together and how fast it was approved. It was a dream come true especially with Senator Chuchi walks in her mouth agape as she takes in the space.

"If you weren't a senator, I would hug you," you said excitedly joining in with your own awestruck expression, "I can not thank you enough."

She smiled, surprisingly gave you hug while rambling her happiness about being able to do something for the troopers even if it something small. You talked back and forth for a while telling her about the ideas for drinks, future decor and maybe even have low music playing because of how quiet the hall usually is. Both of you talked until she was pages that it was time for another vote. She hugged you one more time saying she wishes the establishment the best as her personal escort lead her away. Waving her off you noticed Fox and Thorn in the hallway nodding to her as they walked out of the elevator.

Fox looked at you through his visor noticing how the happiness of your smile touched your eyes even as you found another stack of boxes out the door. Hidden by his helmet which concealed a smile but as quick as he noticed it, it was gone. He grumbled a complaint about needing to divide the hall for incoming foot traffic which got him a tiny shove from Thorn to get moving. His eyes lingered on you as you came out to grab more boxes, fixed on the way your lips parted when you picked up the heaviest box trying to breath and mentally scowled you for lifting with your back not your knees.

"Usually we have to drag you for a night out as why are you volunteering to go?" Thorn questioned elbowing him again to get his attention.

"Choosing to go on my own volition, you want to question it?"

"I think getting laid had something to do with it, hopefully she's there again tonight," Fox didn't need to see Thorns face to hear the wiggle of his eyebrows.

"So you and the barista?" Fox said bitterly taking the attention off himself.

Thorn said your name shocked, "No. She's cute, but not my type."

"Warn her about Wolffe?" Fox asked nonchalantly.

"I'm surprised you care, Vod, but yes."

I don't care, but the comment died on his tongue as he thought about the woman last night with the uncanny striking resemblance. His temper attempted to flare up but he shoved it under the surface like he did everything else. She was naive and fresh without a real thought about what was honestly needed, putting her foot where it doesn't belong subsequently causing him even more work. Within the silent concealment of his helmet he muttered a string of curses in every language he knew about how bad of idea about it was while not being able to deny how it would make so many vods happy having another place just for them. Fox looked across the hall seeing Thorn pack up for the day and started reluctantly putting away his work annoyed about how early it was even if it was the normal time for everyone else. He kept quiet as Thorn knocked on the doorframe pulling you out of your work alerting you that it was time to go and that they were be escorting home them back to 79's. Fox did his best to tune out the conversation regretting his decision to come two nights in a row.

"I don't think he's paying attention," Thorn chuckled after the three of you left your apartment which left you in a more elegant black dress, "Wolffe's going to fuck his date on our table, your codpiece fell, your mom is a hutt, I saw the chancellor go by."

You wide eyed stared at him before laughing the air out of your lungs as the comments got more and more outrageous as Fox didn't reply as he just kept looking off. Thorn grabbed your arm for a second watching Fox continuing to walk without both of you which then caused Thorn to buckle over at Fox only noticed at the end of the street waiting at the crosswalk. Wiping the laughter tears from your eye, "I needed that," you admitted.

"Both of you need to grow up."

As much as you wanted to correct him that you were biologically older then them, you were going to allow him that punch for dealing with the both of you. Arriving at 79's both of you found Rex and Wolffe already waiting with drinks. Yourself and Thorn slipped into the side with Wolffe leaving you between both of them with Rex and Thorn on the other side.

"I apparently don't need to threaten you with your batch mates, Fox," Rex coughed to cover his laughter as a man in green was strolling over.

"Ma'am," the man greeted sitting down, "Commander Gree," he introduced taking off his helmet setting it in his lap.

You greeted him with your name, "How do you know their batch mates?" You whispered to Thorn.

"Gree is CC-1004 and Fox is CC-1010.... also never call a trooper by their number unless asked," Thorn whispered more about manners around being around clones, "So what brings you into night, Gree?" Thorn interjected.

"Bad day," he replied flatly grabbing the drink from the service droid, "Lost a lot of good men."

Mournfully they clicked their glasses together before slamming them down. Gree apologized to you about talking about the war with a lady around, "No need to sensor yourself for my sake, it's the harsh truth about what's going on."

"Get a load of this, this grub wanted to help. Opening a caf shop in my hall," Fox grunted before his jaw went noticeably tight as you all heard the stomp on his foot, "Don't make me call Bacara, no way to address or treat a lady."

Fox rolled his eyes taking a drink, "Sorry," he sneered. You drove him nuts, he hated how blind you were to the world around you and the harsher facts of what they all go through and endure but the sentiment you had nipped at him like walking through ice without the proper gear.

You gave him a small nod, even if it was a fake apology it was still more then yesterday. Wolffe squinted at him for a moment before rolling his eyes also realizing the small change in his demeanor having Gree around. The six of you went on chatting until the women from yesterday appeared at the counter again. Rex elbowed Fox pointing at the counter with his pinky pointing out the woman. He ignored her stares at him choosing to sip on his beer instead maintaining the conversation about containing the unrest that was been breaking out recently. You and the woman eyed each other apprehensively before she looked at Fox with a shit eating grinning before turning her attention back to the bar. I wonder what that was about. Feeling eyes on you looking back at the table, Fox was glaring at you with an unreadable expression but you could see the fire dancing in his iris's.

"Want to go dance?" Wolffe whispered leaning into your ear noticing the tension, "For a breather, that's it."

Fox looked across at this Vod whispering whatever in your ear receiving an innocent smile over it. Finally he looked up at the woman at the counter with her back to him not realizing his finger had started tapping against the table until Gree flicked his habit, "Something on your mind?" Fox watched Wolffe and you slip away with a scowl on Thorn's face, "Di'kut." Fox grumbled about not wanting tears in his caf even though both of you were doing but laughing. He shook his head annoyed further by your presence of you running off with the known heartbreaker. He watched your hips sway to the beat and the small blushful glances you gave Wolffe while you ignored all of the various sets of eyes on you.  So innocent and wreckless... Fox sighed setting down the glass and stood up.

You watched Fox excuse himself from the table making his way up the woman at the bar. Wolffe's grip on you got a little firmer drawing your attention back to him. His expression was uncannily soft, "I don't know what his problem with you is, but I appreciate what you're doing."

"Thank's Wolffe."

"I think I need to I'll give you back to Thorn," Wolffe chuckled, "If looks could kill," he said spinning you around having you face the table gently pushing you towards it, "I'm not as bad as they say," he admitted, "most of the time."

"Anything you say Mr. Flirt," you teased, "I'm going to use the refresher."

"We'll be waiting ma'am," he teased back, giving you his signature grin.

It was almost surprising having a woman's refresher in the soldiers bar. Pushing the door open walking through a load moan caught your attention. Turning your head you saw the indecent position Fox had the woman from the bar in, her legs spread wide and her top pulled down with his hands covering her breast clawing into them as he continued thrusting into her glaring at you. Her eyes were still closed not realizing the interruption nor his distracted attention. You heard the low threatening growl that escaped him, seeing the glow in his eyes shadowed by the still growing lust and how his breathing was growing even raggeder. Red burned across your face realized you were there a moment to long you quickly ran out of the bathroom taking a quick detour to the men's refresher to do your business, "the women's is occupied," you said awkwardly, "usually is," they laughed knowing what was going on, "We'll step outside real quick," the soldiers said. You thanked them as you left still red faced walking back to the table thankful Fox hadn't return.

"You okay, Ma'am?" Gree asked.

"Traumatized," you said finishing the rest of yours and Thorns drink, "Should have warned me about the use for the woman's refresher."

Rex looked at the counter noticing the absence of Fox and the woman, "Ah, yes that tends to happen. Most of the time no one cares, Apologies."

The image of her, the serene look on her face being on the counter wouldn't leave your mind even covered in a thin coat of sweat she was still beautiful but that wasn't what was really bothering you, it was that she was tinier then you for some reason it would have made you doubt your beauty besides the several troopers eying you. Or the expression on Fox's face, it wasn't anger that you had interrupted him but just like him it was unreadable. Or the way the growl had made you feel like the temperature in the room had risen exponentially.

"Are you okay?" Thorn whispered.

"Yeah, just don't know how I'm going to face him at work."

"Speaking of which," Gree said looking up watching the two of them walk out of the bathroom and the glow across her face, "Unfortunately being around soldiers you will undoubtedly witness several... compromising situations," he added, "It is an adjustment."

"It could have been worse, they could have been naked," Wolffe shrugged.

Rex covered his face and shook his head, "Wolffe has a point, however you should decide if you want to face him now or later," he said noticing them walking this way.

"Later," you admitted.

Rex let out a loud whistle, "Kix!" he said waving over one of the blue soldiers, "Walk the lady home, brother's and I got to talk."

"Yes, Sir. Ma'am," Kix said offering his arm to you as you slide over Thorn and got out.

"Get her home safe trooper," Thorn scoffed with a threatening edge, "I'll try to keep Fox out of your hair tomorrow, maybe slip an order into his office to put up flyers or something."

"Thanks Thorn."

You eyed Kix noticing the bright red medic mark on his shoulder, "I'm sorry they pulled you away from your night of relaxation," you said sincerely.

"I am happy to be of service," he said quickly, "I take it your a fresh face around here" he asked.

"Second night," you admitted.

Thorn glared at Rex, "Why couldn't I just walk her home or to a different bar?" Before he looked up at the squint on Fox's face, "I will never understand him."

Fox's eyes danced between Thorn and Wolffe wondering what he had missed and as to why she was going home with one of the 501st. He left the woman at the counter before standing at the end of the table tapping his foot, "What." he said as more of a statement then a question.

"Did you really have to use the refresher to get your rocks off, Vod?" Gree scowled, "They're are actually woman present."

"Figured it was more private then on a table."

"Did you have to pick the girl who looks like her?" Thorn asked.

"More like she picked me," Fox shrugged sitting down, feeling the thump on the back of his head from Gree, "Apologize."

"She's just a civvie-"

"How many civs have you met that actually care? That don't just look at us like republic property but as actual men? You live here on Coruscant and see the discrimination, scowls and snide comments, you most of all should appreciate the gesture regardless of how useful it is," Gree poked, "Thorn how many pots of caf do you propose the guard goes through on a daily basis?"

Ah that's why I was told to stay, "Minimum, fifty on a bad day? Over a two hundred."

"Precisely, now with an added location there will be less wait times and the availability for stronger drinks and it seems like a morale boost," Rex chimed in, "I don't know what your problem is with someone caring but you need to rein it in. Civs don't know what we go through on a daily bases but she seems to want to know and you're setting a bad example."

"Explains why you had the medic walk her home," Wolffe mumbled.

"Kix is a gentleman."

Kix's hand went through your hair as he kissed against the wall to your apartment shielding you with his body and arm as a neighbor walked by. The kisses were warm and passionate but still modest. Your fingers found the back of his head before running them down his chiseled jaw. He pulled himself away grabbing his helmet off the floor, "Good evening ma'am," he smiled.

You watched him walk down the hall, "Kix!" you called stopping him in his tracks, "If you're not busy tonight..." you nervously asked watching him turn around, "You could be busy if you wanted too," flames danced across your stomach at your boldness.

Kix swapped balance from foot to foot debating if Rex would approve or not before heading towards you, "Whatever you want to do this evening is fine with me," he said awkwardly walking himself inside the opening door after you.

"I think she's having a good night," Wolffe chuckled playfully elbowing Rex, "Such a gentleman."

"Kix probably got called to the med bay," Rex defended.

"I'm sure their playing Doctor and patient," he teased further grinning.

Fox excused himself for the table heading towards the door, the woman from the bar followed him, "Duty calls, have a good evening," he said putting his helmet on retracing his steps back to the apartment.

"Really Wolffe," Gree uttered.

Rex messaged Kix with nearly an instant reply saying he would be indisposed for the evening. Rex let out a groan which got a snicker out of Wolffe. Thorn stared at the door debating if he should go after him, but no one knew what was really going on in his mind he looked to Gree who shook his head, "Leave him be."

Fox found himself at the door of your apartment, he took a deep breath before knocking. Finding you standing there half naked in a Gar issued black long sleeve shirt with the door open his eyes trailed over finding the neat pile of armor with the white and blue bucket sitting to the side. His fist bawled at this side but he stood there staring down at you and the puzzled expression on your face.

"Can I help you, Commander?" Kix asked formally walking over in his black pants with his chest bare.

Fox wanted to snap at him about getting court marshaled but knew he was no better and the red medic symbol on his shoulder plate stopped him, "Can you excuse us for a moment?" he said.

Kix looked to you for a moment seeing your little nod before heading back to the bedroom but leaving the room cracked just so he could listen pausing the sappy holofilm what was playing.

"Yes, Commander Fox?" you asked bitterly, his silence feeling as if it was going to consume time itself.

"You have the sophistication of a Gungan, the hopes of a child and the foresight of a foot step but I wanted to apologize for the position you found me."

"That was a shitty apology, insulting me. You mean glaring at me as you continued to fuck her? Next time lock the door Foxy," you slammed the door in his face.

Fox didn't flinch at how loud it was as the vibration rippled across the underside of his boot pad. Rage boiled up, he thought for minute that his gloves were going to burst. He raised his arm to knock on the door again, he must have subconsciously did because the door flew open again.

"What," you snapped.

"Don't call me Foxy," he growled, "Do you accept my apology or not?"

"I have been nothing but nice to you. At every turn you've done nothing but insult me but you know what? I'll accept it if you leave."

"Then that's not really accepting it."

"It wasn't really an apology, either," you snapped back, "Now if you don't mind I'm busy."

"Have fun getting discarded," Fox turned on his heel marching off.

"Doshing Bantha insufferable-" You started rattling off curses by the time Kix walked back out and put his arms around you, "Come back to bed, I'll make more popcorn... I may have ate the rest waiting."

"Fark, sorry," you mumbled heading towards the kitchen making more before he could, "Thanks for keeping me company," you said watching him follow you leaning against the counter.

"I will admit... it's a good movie," he grinned, "Don't tell Captain Rex."

"Scared he'll think your soft?" You teased.

"Endless teasing," Kix humored opening the microwave grabbing the hot bowl of popcorn, "Now let's go see if he gets the girl."

Fox took himself back to the office and shoved his nose into his work in attempts to keep himself from having to face his brothers and to keep himself from heading back to your apartment. At some point he most have been fallen asleep because his head flew forward hearing brotherly laughter. He stood up seeing how early it was and that he must have indeed fallen asleep, quickly he got up and stretched his legs peering inside finding you, Thorn, the trooper from last night and Rex.

“Come on, Kix, it’s just hazelnut espresso,” you smiled waving the coffee under his nose hoping the scent of hazelnut would entice him.

“Fine,” he replied defeated taking the cup.

“Velvet for you,” you said handing another cup to Thorn, “Basic vanilla for the Captain,” you said handing Rex a cup “and Butter pecan for me.” You barely got to sip it before noticing Fox in the doorway, you got up silently making him a cup of the darkest expresso topping it with chocolate milk and chocolate syrup, “Mocha for you,” you said flatly handing him a cup before retaking your set at the table.

“This… is dangerously delicious,” Kix stated drinking more.

“A little to sweet,” Rex admitted watching you grab the cup from him to pour some of it out and fill back up with regular coffee, “Better.”

“Only two pumps then,” you mumbled scratching down the note looking at Thorn waiting, “Maybe one more pump?” he said arching an eyebrow. You grabbed the coffee taking a sip, “Would be better as a latte, hold on.” You dumped out the cup and remade it for him. “Flavorful.”

“How is yours Commander Fox?” you asked cordially.

“It’s fine, Ma’am.”

“Did he apologize?” Thorn asked.

“In his own way.”

“While interrupting her this time,” Fox gridded out taking another sip of the chocolate substance.

“It is not what you think, we stayed in and watched movies. That is it,” Kix said defensively had Rex glaring at him.

“Kix was the perfect gentleman.”

Rex’s glare flattered into a smile, “Told you.”

“So why were you in his shirt and him just in his pants?” Fox pointed out stepping into the room closer.

“Some people choose to cuddle to be close but you wouldn’t know anything about that, you just screw strangers on bathroom counters,” you snapped back at him airing what wasn’t his story to tell.

You two were toe to toe glaring at each other, “At least I don’t invite strangers into my domicile,” he countered.

“At least I don’t enjoy being intruded upon.”

“Break it up,” Thorn said grabbing Fox and pulling him back.

“At least I don’t stand there gawking before leaving.”

“At least I’m not doing in a public refresher counter like a pig.”

“I wasn’t the only one you who seemed to enjoy it,” Fox bared his teeth before he felt Thorn’s hands pulling him back. His nostrils were flaring and his chest was heaving as he stared down at you feeling something in his core flutter as you didn’t back down under his gaze.

“Break it up,” Rex said standing between both of you, “This isn’t like you Fox.”

“Such a pleasant man,” you scowled watching Thorn escort him from the room.

You gathered the empty cups tasking them into the recycler before moving over to clean the equipment. Awkwardly Kix and Rex stayed at the table whispering back and forth as they waited for you to returned. Sitting down you rested your head on Kix’s shoulder.

“Movies tonight?” Kix whispered trying to ease the tension he saw in your posture, “I still have another rotation off.”

Before you could answer you could hear the shouting match erupt in the hall between Thorn and Fox. The three of you got up and headed into the hall knowing it was about to be a long long day.

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[marymary-diva17]

my captain

Rex x reader

Star Wars masterlist It was against his oath for to the republic and what he had bene made for, he had always bene a soldier for the republic but that all changed when he meet you. Since the day he had meet your his life has never been the same, you really did care for him being there for him when he was down and giving him some encouragement. The two of you really balanced each other out, and brought harmony as well in your guys lives.

Y/n “ ……” Your are walking around your home, on the planet if corustant after getting done with a long day at work. Waiting to hear a call from your brother Anakin and Rex. As they were in far reaches of galaxy right now fighting for the republic. 

3cpo “ my lady everything will be okay master anakin will be fine, you have nothing to worry about” 

Padme “ they will be okay I know they will be home soon” 

Y/n “ I know 3po and padme but I still worry about him”padme knew you didn’t want to lose anymore family, and any more close relationships since the war started destroying many lives. 

Padme “ 3po why don’t you have some tea prepared for us to will help clan nerves”

3cpo “ yes my lady”3po had soon walked away soon a beeping sound had been heard, as you raced those the hologram projector. 

Y/n “ anakin”

Anakin “ hello baby sister I came to call I know you have been worried about me and my men, we are able safe here”

Y/n “ I’m happy to hear that brother i thought something bad happen to you” 

Anakin “ I’m sorry for not calling soon”

Padme “ don’t ever scar us like that again anakin, we didn’t know if you are alive and dead”

Anakin “ I sorry I’m here now” 

Y/n “ how is everyone else”

Anakin “ Ashoka and the troopers are doing well not loses since time, just some injured” 

Y/n “ good” 

Anakin “ oh yes there is someone who wishes to speak with you” soon Rex had came into the frame and you had started feeling better, seeing that Rex was now okay. 

Anakin “ Rex I’m giving you some time to speak with my sister, I will cover for you”

Rex “ thank you” soon padme comlink had started going off, it was some bail and it seems like it was important. 

Padme “ I will see you later i will cover for you at the senate if anyone asks”

Y/n “ thank you” soon anakin and padme were gone and you, were now with Rex. The man soon removed his helmet and looked at you. 

Y/n “ hello my captain”

Rex “ hello my love Im sorry if I worried you,

I tired to get in communication with you but it failed”

Y/n “ I understand Rex you don’t need to explain anything”

Rex “ how are you my love is everything ojah on your end”

Y/n “ it Bebe good but there is a war going on here with the senate, as there are debts on how to deal with everything”

Rex “ well it seems like we are both fighting our own battles” you soon giggle and smile at Rex comment. 

Rex “ that the beautiful smile I love so much”

Y/n “ hey I’m happy to see your handsome face”

Rex “ oh you think I’m handsome” you giggle once again and shake your head, making Rex smirk as well. 

Rex “ once this mission is over I don’t know if I will be home or else where so it might be longer until we see each other again”

Y/n “ I understand I will love you no matter how far you are from me, and when the time comes we will see each other again” 

???? “ hey Rexster we have an important meeting with officials sky guy told me, to come get you” Rex soon sighed knowing his time with you has been cut short, but he had his duty to the republic right now.

y/n “ go you are need right now we will talk again”Rex soon looked towards you know it will be a long time until you spoke with him again.

Rex “ thank you my love I will see you soon”

y/n “ I will see you soon as well”

Rex “ I love you”

y/n “ I love you as well my captain” rex soon place his helmet back on before the call end, the both of you looked at each other before the call officially ended. You sat there for a while before you got back to reality, you knew you will see Rex soon even though it might take a while he will be home soon.

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[littlenephilim999uriel]

You look Lonely… I can fix that. ;)

Fives was such a flirt all the time! Always making her so flustered in the worst Situations and Times. One time they were on a Mission and while the Padawan was mid-fight he sent a flirty message through her comm, making her unfortunately meet the ground.

„Yo Commander.“ As she heard Fives comment through the comm she stopped short to press answer. „Make it fast Ark Trooper. I‘m kinda in the middle of something.“ As soon as she finished (y/n) wanted to make a jump to get over an obstacle as his voice was heard again. „I don‘t usually do fast (y/n), but I can make an exception for you Love.“ Did his Voice just drop down an octave? Doesn‘t matter because he already did the Damage, being distracted right as she was about to jump, she of course got tangled up in her own feet and face planted the Ground.

Well anyway, today was the Day she was finally getting back at the Arc Trooper. (Y/N) saw Fives standing with his Brothers nearby as she took big steps towards them determined to finally have the upper hand. As the Troopers saw her they quickly saluted her. „At ease Soldiers.“ She said with a soft smile. „Hello there Commander Sweetheart.“ The Padawan rolled her eyes at that. „My Master does not approve of you calling me that Fives.“ He only chuckled at that sending her a smirk. „But you approve don‘t you?“ Fives only got a short ‚Hmpf‘ at that and an eyeroll from the Female. But then remembering her Plan she then Smirked at him. „Fives… You look lonely.“ (y/n) said in a purr, drawing out every word. The Troopers looked at each other very confused. She then took a step closer to Fives and Placed a hand on his Chestplate looking up at him innocently. This small action made his Heart speed up and heat slowly creep up his neck and cheek. Where you always this Touchy-Feely with him? God his Brain was in overdrive… „I can fix that.“ Was all she said with a wink before turning around and leaving the stunned man behind.

Fives took a second or two to grasp what she just said but when he did he turned into a spluttering mess, which made his brothers burst out laughing. (Y/N) watched the scene unfold from a distance which made a proud smile come to her lips. Fives was still baffled that she finally flirted back that boldly but he must admit… He liked it.

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[euphoriacafe]

Unpopular opinion- the clones deserve more fanfics ☹️ I wanna see some heartaching fanfics or spicy fanfics

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[neon-junkie]

Hello this is not really a request but a question but you know how you wrote the goth x bad batch headcanons so I was just thinking but you know how a lot of people find it attractive when the clones wear only their black undersuits I was just thinking but do you think any of the clones/bad batch would find it sexy if their partner would wear something similar like example

ooohohoho yessss!!!!

I think they'd find this style hot, but lets say they've given you some of their old under armour, stuff that doesn't really fit them any more, or old clothing as they've just been given a new set of clothes.

Imagine you get the scissors out, and alter their old clothes to make them more 'trendy,' and come up with this cut-out type of style.

And then you wear that around them? And they realise that you've repurposed their old under armour?

Yeah, I hope you're ready to wear their wedding ring!!

#the clone wars #fashion #ask #clone #clone trooper #clone trooper x you

[imarvelatthestars]

IV - Tome'tayl

masterlist

Series Pairing: f!reader x Tai, Commander Appo, Captain Vaughn, Sergeant Fox, & Sterling [no cl*necest!]

Chapter Pairing: f!reader x Commander Appo (+ a hint of Vaughn, Tai, & Fox)

Content: brief sexual content including making out/petting (is that a thing people say? idk), consent checks, & voyeurism; referenced minor character death, discussions on jealousy and polyamory, o66 and Umbara references. I am once again continuing my "Aurea is space Aotearoa" agenda

tome'tayl [n., to·mey·teyl] - memory

The memories bleed together when he dreams. Hazy recollections of training on Kamino transform into the searing pain of the first blaster bolt to his shin bleeds into the chaos of death at the Temple. Flurries of Commander Tano’s montrals and her radiant green sabers as she blocks an attack that should have killed him. Snippets of General Skywalker issuing orders on a distant moon under Seppie control. Krell and Umbara and the regrets that never stopped haunting him.

Good soldiers.

That first night on Coruscant when everything went to shit. When he was still a shiny, so young and stupid.

Follow orders.

Death. Always death. It follows him everywhere.

I’m sorry, sir.

The choice to leave, to find his vod and take him somewhere where the longnecks and the Seppies and the Empire can never hurt him again. The plummeting of his stomach when the shuttle dropped into the atmosphere, and he thought he was going to die.

It’s time for you to leave.

You.

Your flat.

Hope.

Could-be’s. Maybe’s. What-if’s.

Shame. Guilt. Grief. And all that death.

Appo blinks up at the ceiling, unsure when his dream had turned into waking. He feels his heart beating fast and hard beneath his skin, and it’s forceful enough to hurt. An unfathomable period of time passes in a single instant, and he finally rubs the meat of his palm into his eyes when he realizes that he won’t be able to sleep any longer.

His body moves on autopilot and takes him into the bathroom to splash water on his face. It’s there that he finds some peace of mind, tucked into the tiny space between the opposing wall and the sink, a temporary reprieve from the room he shares with his vode.

The dreams have been getting worse the past week. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t sure why, but he doesn’t want to think about what that understanding means. It’s a wound still too tender to touch, which is why it’s so unfortunate that his date with you is just a few days away. How the hell is he supposed to focus on you, on planning something intimate and romantic and just right when his brain is more interested in dredging up the past and shaming him for it? How is he supposed to touch you when his dreams keep reminding him that he’s more bloodstained than you will ever know?

In an attempt to connect with each brother on a deeper level, you’ve somehow managed to allow Vaughn to talk you into watching his favorite holo-soap. It’s got some weird title like “Shereshoy Street” or something, and focuses mainly on dramatized renditions of diasporic Mando life, strangely managing to straddle the line between painfully boring and wildly intriguing. But it’s not so bad when it means you get to spend your evenings curled up into Vaughn’s side with his arm around you.

Tai will sometimes join in, though he keeps himself seated far away. You’ve been working on him bit by bit each day, offering your company and a smile in the hopes that you’ll finally chisel through his protective shell, and while it is slow going, he does seem a bit more relaxed.

Sterling, on the other hand, is always eager to be close. With you and his vod seated at one end of the sofa, he places himself on the other end so he can trace his fingers over your legs. He doesn’t mind that you haven’t shaved recently, nor does he seem to care that the winter weather has left your skin cracked and dry. He touches you with such gentle reverence that you can’t help falling in love with him all over again each night.

“Hey babe,” you whisper. Vaughn leans down a bit to hear you better, though his attention remains fixed on the holo-screen. “Can we watch one of my movies tomorrow night?”

“Mhm.” His reply is a bit absent. Understandable considering the show seems to be ramping up for its next scene. But his focus wavers then as he suddenly processes your request and his head tilts down so he can watch you instead. “You’re bored?”

He’s not exactly upset nor entirely surprised, but you think he’s a little disappointed.

“No, no, no, I’m not bored-“

“I know it’s not really your thing, but…” He pauses. Vaughn’s face then warms as he breaks into a smile. “Hm. Need some help focusing, love?”

You know exactly what he means. You pretend not to because admitting otherwise might make you perish on the spot.

The placement of his hand in the wrinkle of your waist shifts as he does, drifting to a spot closer to the front of your stomach as he draws you both a little more upright. His hands, like the rest of his brothers, are broad and warm, firm and strong, and they always steal your breath away. This moment is no exception. His thumb rubs up over your ribs to the lower swell of your breast, not quite touching you there but certainly promising to if you allow him.

He kisses your cheekbone, your jaw, brushes his nose against your skin, and he smiles all the while. “This alright?”

No matter how much they may be pretending otherwise, you know his brothers are watching. You can feel the patterns Sterling’s drawing on your ankle grow sharp and jerky, hopefully not out of jealousy, though you can’t find it in you to care if he is or not. There’s something very alluring about the idea of him and Tai watching while Vaughn explores you. Does that make you filthy? Degenerate?

One look into Vaughn’s endless ember eyes already has you melting.

If wanting to have your cake and eat it too makes you filthy and degenerate, then you’ll gladly accept the title.

Your affirmative nod is notably delayed, but the end result is the same – Vaughn’s entire hand cups your breast, his thumb strokes just below your nipple, and then he descends upon you to swallow your stuttered inhalations. Several moments pass in a haze as your hearing goes fuzzy and your stomach drops. He tastes like supper, smells like patchouli and musk.

“Oh,” you sigh, and your gentle, charming, too-smug Vaughn chuckles low in his throat.

“You’re still distracted. Let me help you.” And as he dives in for more, he stops himself and quickly lifts his head. Following the line of his vision leads you to Sterling’s penetrating gaze, to Tai’s downturned face and unreadable expression. “Do, uh, d’you want us to go?”

The sudden stillness of war-worn hands on thighs and the audible swallowing of saliva is overwhelming, concerning, until it isn’t. Until Sterling answers “no” and Tai, albeit shyly, shakes his head. Until a tentative query is posed to you and your permission is granted, and Vaughn captures your lips once more in a steady, burning kiss that sears your skin like a brand.

This is all so new, this maneuvering of fingers on skin and rearranging of limbs to better suit the viewing pleasure of your new audience. It feels forbidden to try, to chase, to yearn for more, but you can hardly stop yourself once the adrenaline hits. You arch into the touch of fingertips on your breast and allow your head to fall back on the shoulder behind you.

The prickling sensation of unfiltered voyeurism pimples your skin. Do they like to watch? Do they wish they were the ones touching you now? Kriffing hell, do they even realize just how much you wish they’d both come over and share in your reckless debauchery?

Vaughn’s breath tickles your ear. “So soft,” he husks. “Where else, love? Where else can I touch you?”

Not even your stolen moments with Fox have led to anything beyond passionate kisses and the framing of your thighs around his hips. His mouth has never lingered past your collarbones and his hands have never strayed beyond your hips. The same is mostly true for Vaughn, the second most eager of the batch, although he’s been more adventurous since your date. The intimacy of his hands on your chest is so delicious. You want more. You know he wants more, too.

“Anywhere.”

The holo is still playing in the background, but no one’s paying any attention. You seem to be the show for the evening. Fuck.

“You’re sure?”

Your head lolls to the side as you fix him with a stern, desperate look. “Vaughn, baby, if you don’t keep touching me, I think I’ll die.”

Three variations upon the same laugh echo in the room, one of which is rumbling under your back. It’s a tad higher pitched than that of his brothers. It’s nice. He’s nice. His hands on your body are even nicer.

The two legs that have been curled around your own start to move until one of them drapes off the edge of the cushion, which allows for your legs to fall apart just a bit more. Easy access, you think, jokingly, until there’s the weight of something new slipping down your stomach, so, so slowly, lower and lower until it hits your waistband, and suddenly it’s not a joke anymore.

“Here?” Vaughn asks. He sounds torn between trying to be sexy and worrying over your consent. You love him more for that than you love him for almost anything else.

“Yeah,” you nod, eyelashes fluttering.

The very tips of his fingers start to tug at your clothes, searching for new skin, and your heart leaps into your throat because this is really happening, he’s really going to touch you, right here and now with his brothers watching, and you want it, and maybe you shouldn’t. And maybe you’re a little nervous. Maybe you’re finally starting to feel the weight of your own insecurities as they batter your brain like a hailstorm. What if you look weird from this angle? What if you smell? What if that bit of hair on your stomach is a dealbreaker? What if this is the night that makes each of them realize this arrangement was just a big mistake, especially Tai? Oh kark, what if it’s too much for Tai?

And then a floorboard in the hall creaks. A flicker of movement in the darkness catches your eye. Vaughn’s palm soothes over your belly button as Appo’s figure comes into focus in the faint light of the holo-screen. He’s mid-step, mid-eye rub, mid-thought, but he’s frozen like a tauntaun in the headlights, fixated on you and the hand under your clothes.

“Ah, a-ah,” is the strangled beginnings of his name that keeps catching on your tongue. It almost sounds like the start of a sneeze.

Sterling reacts first. He startles out of his seat with enough force to jostle your legs. Then Vaughn stiffens beneath you, and not in any remotely sexy way, either. The quick removal of his limbs leaves your skin feeling cold and achy. Tai doesn’t react nearly so physically, though there is a clear uncertainty in the way he holds himself now as he observes each brother.

“S-Sir!”

Hand in the cookie jar. Vaughn couldn’t sound more guilty if he tried, and you’re not even sure he could. It’s not like you were doing anything wrong when there was consent all around. Yet Appo’s presence has always been that of a commander first and a brother second. If anything, you feel like you’ve been caught doing something naughty as much as the boys do, like you’re just some bunk bunny getting randy in the barracks and the commanding officer just walked in on you. You hate how apt the metaphor is.

Nobody speaks for a long while. Then, finally,

“If you’re gonna make a mess, do it in the bed, will you?”

Appo lingers for a moment, his eyes bleary as he watches you for a heartbeat or two. You think you see something behind the exhaustion, but whatever it is, it’s lost on you when he turns to leave. If you weren’t doing anything wrong, then why do you feel sick to your stomach with guilt?

Dating never used to be this hard during the war. He and the boys would go to 79’s and drink, dance, chat up natties, and return to the barracks a load or two lighter and high on endorphins. Even going out with Benshar wasn’t this hard, but then, he wasn’t nearly as attached to Benshar as he is to you. Because Benshar was a fun string of nights meant to help him left off some steam and screw his head on straight, to distract himself from his memories and his desires and the constant, tantalizing agony of knowing that you were forever beyond his reach.

Now he finally has you and he doesn’t know what to do with you. You’re more than a night of bad decisions, lust, and booze. He can’t kark this up. He is, after all, the commander. The men will look to him for an example to follow and he can’t let them down, or you.

So Appo thinks. He spends the whole day thinking. Some of his customers attempt conversation but are quickly shut down when he refuses to respond beyond a grunt of understanding or disagreement. He drives down every Maker forsaken road in the damn city and he tries very hard to think of the perfect place to take you.

The old shop on the corner of 5th and Main reminds him that you’re fond of holo-novels and good ambience. The nature reserve on the city’s outskirts reminds him that you stop and listen to the birdsong whenever you hear it, no matter where you are. A Weequay pedestrian and her Twi’lek partner walking hand-in-hand on the sidewalk, laughing loud enough to cut through transparisteel, remind him that you like to show your love through meaningful gestures and tenderness, and the too-occasional witty barb. Most of all, Appo knows that you’re proud of being Aurean, which strikes him the strongest when he happens to drop off a small tourist group near the Pā City Culture and History Museum – the PaCC, as the locals have affectionately dubbed it.

As they clamber up the steps toward the museum’s entrance, a holo-banner catches his attention. There’s a newer Naboo exhibit on display and a few new items added to the main Aurean displays as well. The thought transforms into an idea in the back of his mind during the drive home.

You’re bantering with Sterling in the kitchen. With your nose wrinkled up mid-sentence and your eyes sparkling mischievously, dressed in your most casual and comfortable clothes, and looking entirely average and unremarkable, Appo thinks you’re the loveliest thing he’s ever seen. It’s far from the first time he’s ever thought so, and he knows it’s far from the last, but it hits him particularly hard now.

But your expression drops when you see him, and that hurts more than any blaster shot ever could. To see you tuck yourself away in his presence, even to see the way his vod’ika goes tense simply because he’s home, it fucking hurts, and it’s only because he had the bad luck to walk in on something private and he let his pride get the better of him. He needs to fix this.

His coat is shrugged off and tossed over one arm. “Hey.”

One look at him through the curtain of your lashes is enough to make his breath hitch. All the appropriate words and formal apologies his brain had started to conjure suddenly vanish, and he’s left without a single thought. Shit.

“Hi,” you answer rather meekly.

He does the first thing that makes sense. He kisses you.

Well, he almost does. Somewhere along the journey, his critical thinking skills kick back in, and he realizes that he’s acting very strange, so he jerks his face to the side and lands the kiss upon your cheek instead. It’s more appropriate for an apology, he tells himself. It’s not at all because he’s so overwhelmed by his feelings for you that he can hardly decide what to do with them or himself.

“Tomorrow. When you’re done with work, get yourself dressed. I’ll pick you up.” He doesn’t intend for it to sound like an order, but he fears that’s exactly the end result. Best to soften the approach a bit. “Okay?”

You nod, all wide-eyed and confused and so, so pretty. “Okay.”

This is not the perfect resolution he had hoped for, but it’s better than nothing at all and it can be improved upon tomorrow afternoon. Appo nods and allows himself a smile, however slight it is.

To Sterling, he nods again. “Vod.” This is his apology, his offer of normalcy.

Sterling returns the gesture. “Vod.”

“You look like you’re gonna throw up.”

The force with which your head spins in Tai’s direction is almost comical. His humor is greatly appreciated after a solid week of its absence, but it comes at such a bad time. Because the fact of the matter is that you really do feel sick.

You’ve been primping and preening every aspect of your ensemble for the last 15 minutes, and it had taken you at least triple that to even decide on an outfit. You want things to be perfect and you’re worried they won’t be. The mirror definitely isn’t doing you any favors.

“You try going on a date with a big, intimidating commander without getting all nervous about it.”

Tai’s entire face crinkles. “Rather not, thanks.”

He’s seated on your bed with his injured leg extended as he rubs his fingers into the meat of his thigh. Several more moments pass between you. You fuss over your clothes a bit more, over your face and your accessories, and Tai shifts between watching and not-watching. It’s not hard to miss just how deeply he’s thinking, though.

“Thank you.”

The reflection of his eyes flits about until you see it focus upon you. “For what? Didn’t do anything.”

“Maybe. Maybe I just enjoy your company, Tai.”

Each brother has a grip on you in their own unique way, each connection varies just enough, but you think that the connection binding you to Tai is the one that makes you ache the most. He hasn’t shared much about the events that led to his injuries. You’ve never asked. Still, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that something went horribly wrong. How else does one end up with a leg full of shrapnel and a lifetime of nerve damage?

It's his pain that makes you ache. The pain that keeps his body from performing on the same level as his brothers, or even with any natborn of a roughly equivalent age. The pain that makes his fingers shake when he works on his carvings. The pain that you can’t see any physical traces of, but that you know haunts him down to the sinew. The kind of pain that makes him so quiet and isolated in a house so full of love and affection.

There’s a bit of that pain now, lurking in the creases of his face, welling under his lash lines, though he makes a good effort to hide it. He ducks his head to one side, and it ends up leaving his profile perfectly framed in your mirror. A strong, straight nose below a pair of stern, angular brows. His chin is softly rounded, like his lips, and his neck slopes gently into a smooth set of shoulders. And from this angle, the sunlight sneaks through the window and hits the gathered mountain of hair knotted atop his head, all dark and curly and beautiful.

Does he even know?

Your heart takes you to his side, settling you upon the mattress close enough to touch but not so close that he feels stifled by your presence. Or at least you hope not.

“This is okay with you, right? Our agreement?”

His throat bobs up and down, his expression suddenly hesitant. “Course,” he grunts.

“Tai.”

He fixes you with a look that either makes you want to burst into your most dazzling smile or scream in pure frustration. “Now’s hardly the time to discuss it.” He gestures to you with a nod of his chin and a vague movement of his hand. “You have a date.”

“You can’t honestly expect me to go enjoy myself when you won’t even tell me if you’re okay with it or not.”

“I never said I didn’t-“

“Yeah, but I know you. And you’ve been distant.” Your fingers close over his knuckles. “And then with last night… I’ve just been worried. I want you to be happy.”

Understanding alights in the depths of his dark umber eyes, and the hand under yours suddenly turns onto its back so his palm can press against yours. It’s the closest the two of you have been in a week.

“Ni utreekov.” It’s whispered so softly that even if you understood its meaning, you still would have struggled to hear him properly.“Bal ni kar’tayli darasuum gar. A ni chaaba.”

Whatever it means, you can’t help thinking it’s a confession. Why else would he speak to you in a language he knows you can’t interpret?

“Tai,” you start, suddenly overwhelmed with the onslaught of wonderings and worries racing through your mind. This is truly the wrong time and place for such a conversation, he’s right. Appo will be home any minute and it would be rude to keep him waiting, and even worse to leave Tai behind without any closure. “You know I don’t know what that means.”

He nods. “I know.” With your hand still in his, he brings both up, up, up to the crest of his lips where he plants a kiss to the center of your palm. Electricity immediately surges through your every limb, crackles in every pore, finally bursting into each chamber of your heart with enough force to stun you. “I’ll tell you one day.”

“‘One day’?”

“Soon,” he corrects, and this time when he smiles, it’s as real as can be. “I am happy, sweetheart,” and the pet name is like another wave of electricity in your veins. It’s the first time he’s used such a word for you and already you love it. “Don’t worry about a washed-up old veteran like me, hm?”

There he is. That’s the Tai you know. A bit self-deprecating, perhaps, but good-natured and playful at heart.

“You know I’m older than you.”

Somewhere outside, a speeder horn beeps as it rolls into the parking space below your window. Appo.

“Yes,” he chuckles, “I know. Now get going before that di’kut brother of mine comes looking for you.”

A quick glance over in the mirror affirms that you look presentable. To Tai, you flash a smile and wave of farewell.

“See you tonight!” And though you manage to bite it back, there’s an instinct deep within you that longs to part instead with a more sentimental “love you!”

Now is not the time to say such things, of course. It’s far too soon. Yet the words still find themselves laced in the final look you share, in the fluttering of your lashes and the quirk of your smile. Someday soon you think you’ll tell him. When the time is right.

You make quick work of your shoes before all but flying out the front door and down the stairs to the bottom floor. Your heart is beating out its own song as it carves itself into your ribcage. You’re excited, you’re nervous, you’re damn near giddy. Where will he take you? What will you end up doing?

But all that frantic, eager energy fails to prepare you for the first glimpse you get of your date, your boyfriend. Seeing him nearly knocks the breath out of you. Braced against the hood of the speeder, arms folded over his chest and legs crossed at the ankles, he’s a kriffing work of art.

He wears the same dark trousers he always wears to work, the same boots and belt. His hair is the same as it always is, cropped just short enough that it doesn’t fully curl the way it should. Only his shirt is different – a black tee in exchange for his usual dark indigo – and yet he looks more gorgeous in this moment than he has in the past two years. Maybe that’s because the sleeves are cropped around the widest part of his biceps. Or because the color looks good on him. Or because he’s looking at you from beneath his lashes, somehow confident and unsure all at once, and it prompts a full nervous system reboot.

You’re so distracted by how damn good he looks that it takes you another few seconds to realize that you’re staring, and he’s staring back. His attention is so focused that you can practically feel it on your body, lingering along your throat, your wrist, the parted curve of your mouth.

“I’m not late, am I?”

Appo’s smile flickers into existence as he shakes his head. “I’m early.” He pushes himself off the speeder and opens the passenger door for you. “You ready?”

“Yes,” you reply, way too fast and far too ardently. “All ready.”

Is it normal to be this excited? Concerning, maybe? All your nerves have suddenly decided that this date is going to go swimmingly and there’s nothing to fret about, and have now redirected you to fixate upon the smaller details: a charm hanging from the dash, some Mandalorian symbol you don’t understand the symbolism of, then the small block arrow carved into the center of the steering wheel, the way the muscles of his arm flex when Appo starts the engine.

That all pales in comparison to the details that strike you when he starts to shift the speeder into reverse. It’s such a normal thing to do, so ordinary. You’ve seen plenty of folks do it the way he does, not just his brothers, so it shouldn’t strike you in the sternum the way it does, like lightning angrily lancing through your bones. And yet the way he turns to look over his shoulder, the way he braces his hand against your headrest and leans his body ever so slightly toward yours is so intoxicating that you’re almost convinced you’re going to burst into flames. He’s not doing it to elevate your heartrate, but that’s the effect it has regardless.

It comes and goes so quickly, but the memory is seared into your eyelids. Who knew that backing out of a parking space could get you going so easily?

From that point on, the drive is quiet and uneventful. You hit a bit of light traffic as you near the center of the city and with both the radio off and neither of you speaking, it leaves a wide expanse for your thoughts to run rampant in. That leads to wonderings. And wonderings lead to questions. And the constant red glare of brake lights prompts you to try posing one such question.

“Can I ask you something?”

Appo nods.

“The other night, with Vaughn… We didn’t mean to upset you.” Well, that wasn’t how you wanted to ask, now was it? “Um, did we?”

He, however, doesn’t seem to mind the query. “I wasn’t upset.”

Huh. Interesting. “Then what? You seemed so, I dunno, not happy, and then yesterday-“

“This is new for me,” he says, and the way your name comes out at the end is surprisingly pleasant. He seems to want to say more but is struggling to put it into words.

But you think you know what it is. “I understand. This isn’t exactly a normal arrangement, is it?” Understatement of the kriffing year. “I’m still getting used to it. Having so many partners is nice, really, but it’s weird too. I can’t imagine how it is for you.”

The look he gives you is a silent request to elaborate.

“I don’t know how I’d feel if I was the one watching you kiss somebody else. Even if I knew that you still, still cared for me, I think I’d still be jealous.”

You’re suddenly reminded of your behavior at the bar a week ago and the memory is so awful that you outwardly cringe, your entire body folding in on itself as you attempt to repel the barraging thoughts. You know exactly how you’d react if the roles were reversed because you’ve already lived it. The cocktail of your suppressed emotions, Benshar’s cheery disposition, and too much liquor might have led to the consensus of a happy relationship with five amazing men, but the road there was paved with regret and shame.

That particular recollection, however, leads you down another train of thought. “You stayed with me that night, when I was drunk.”

Another traffic light starts to come into view and the speeder begins to slow.

“Yes.”

“Thank you.”

Appo takes the opportunity the light has given him to look you in the eyes and it’s startling just how serious he is about it. “Any time you get wasted, you tell me. I’ll stay with you.”

There’s something more to this, isn’t there? Something you don’t know about. Why else would be so adamant about something so trivial? You’ve never had a partner make such a big deal of keeping you company during your drunk spells. Hell, you’ve not had a friend make such a big deal of it either. Not for a lack of caring, you don’t think, but it just never seemed important enough.

“Can I ask why?”

The steering wheel emits a low creak from the pressure of his hands tightening around the leather. Shit, what in the hell happened to make him react like that? You think at first he’s going to lapse into silence again when he doesn’t immediately respond, that perhaps the reasoning behind the gesture is rooted in a terrible enough memory that words are failing him once more and you’ve just ruined the whole date by asking.

“There was a trooper holed up in his cot one night, drunk off his ass from his first shore leave on Coruscant. He was a shiny, like me. Couldn’t have seen more than a month or two of action.” His voice wavers here as he readjusts his entire body, his hold on the wheel, his position in the seat. “I woke up the next morning and found him. He choked on his own vomit while we were sleeping.”

Oh. That’s the saddest, most awful thing you think you’ve ever heard. To wake up and find the dead body of a friend, a sibling, a fellow soldier in the bed beside you would be the kind of nightmare that would probably keep you from ever sleeping again. You can’t even imagine how it’s affected Appo.

“I don’t allow anyone to sleep alone when they’re drunk,” he continues. “So, you need me? You tell me. Deal?”

There’s nothing you can say to fix this. There’s no bringing back that naïve trooper just like there’s no bringing back any number of the GAR’s dead. There’s just what Appo’s life is now, here on Aurea with you and his batch, and that has to be enough. That’s all you can give.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Deal?” He fixes you with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes. I promise.”

This confirmation soothes the harsh lines of his shoulders, gently unwrinkling them so they come down from around his ears. “Thank you,” and you think he sounds relieved.

The PaCC is a favorite of Corellian tourists and local school children. You visited several times in your youth, once every few years when a new subject would be introduced at the start of a semester and the museum had a relevant exhibit. You don’t know this place like you know the back of your own hand, but you know it well enough, and you’re surprised that Appo’s chosen to take you here for your date.

Surprised, but not disappointed. It’s a wonderful museum that centers its research and curation upon Aurean culture and history, though its had some intriguing temporary additions during its tenure. The newest one is a Naboo exhibit – “Ancient Art and Sculpture from the Planet of Queens” reads the caption at the bottom of your pamphlet, which does admittedly pique your interest.

Naboo has always been known for its investment in the arts – theatre, music, architecture, and fashion most popularly – but it skyrocketed into the hearts and minds of the entire galaxy with the coronation of Queen Amidala. That was long before the Empire came into power, though, outdating even the war and the Separatist Alliance if you remember right. Recalling the memory of her tenure is as easy as recalling the memory of her death. Even Aurea had mourned for her as a sign of respect for all she had done to aid her people and the Republic.

A holo of the latest queen, a young girl called Apailana, greets you at the entrance of the exhibit. Her face, slightly matured in the few years since her election, is still that of a child’s, painted white and colored with the same markings Amidala was famous for wearing during her reign. She wears an elaborate Naboo dress that shimmers and shines, and appears far too bulky to be comfortable, while her hair has been done up into the most elaborate headdress you’ve ever seen.

“It is my honor, as both the queen of Naboo and the grandchild of Aurean immigrants, to welcome you to this exhibit showcasing the ancient art and culture of my planet.” Her voice is tinted with hints of an Aurean accent, though it sounds more Coruscanti than anything else. “My hope is that this exhibit can stand as a bridge between our two worlds in times of uncertainty.”

“She’s so young.”

Appo had been silent for so long you’d almost forgotten he was there. His brow is all furrowed now as he watches the holo repeat itself.

“Just a kid ruling that entire planet.”

What’s going on inside that head of his?

“You okay?” You decide to try slipping your arm around his and while it does take him by surprise, he doesn’t fight it or attempt to withdraw. He allows it, and that makes you happy.

He inclines his head and his casual “yeah” is convincing enough to quell your worries, but neither does he look away from the child projected before him. He sees something in her that you can’t comprehend, and you only wish he would share it with you.

Even after living with an entire batch of them for two years, you still know next to nothing about the clones or their lives before the war. You know that they were, of course, cloned from a single template, a Mandalorian bounty hunter. You know they age faster than most other humans, even if the specifics are hazy at best. You know that there was a lot of good and bad propaganda surrounding them during the fighting, and you know that the majority of clones consider themselves to be brothers, a massive extended family of identical faces and voices.

But you don’t know what it was like for them growing up. You don’t know what things they learned, what dreams they had as children. You don’t fully know why the Empire abandoned them to the streets and gutters of the galaxy.

A bit of prompting urges him further into the exhibit. Here there are dozens and dozens of pieces the likes of which you’ve never seen before. Pale white stone has been chiseled into slices of time to show stoic philosophers deep in thought, youthful dancers and musicians as they frolic in a field, the frozen image of a waterfall and the palace adorning its crest, and even a pair of lovers mid-embrace. The man in the lovers’ statue reminds you of Sterling with his head of curls and strong shoulders.

Draped on the walls surrounding the statues are countless tapestries and painted canvases. The tapestries are rich in color and texture, most often sporting shades of green and blue or gold and red, both combinations symbolic of Naboo and the monarchy. Several sport the royal crest. In dazzling opposition, the canvases portray the intricate details of still life in Theed, the underwater Gungan cities, at the great lake and its many mountains, even former royals and senators from ages long past.

One particular canvas catches your eye, a profile of an ancient queen properly dressed and painted as befits her station. She’s older than most queens are, likely in her twenties, but her eyes are distant and melancholy. The painting itself is shrouded in swathes of gray and blue. A lone sentinel watching over her people, noble and strong and wise, but sad all the same.

“I have to admit,” says Appo as he observes the painting, “I’ve never been inside a museum before.”

While it initially surprises you, it makes a lot of sense. After all, when would a soldier ever have need of a museum?

“Really? D’you like it?”

“I’m not sure. The things here are beautiful, but the place itself is… sterile. Cold. Is that normal?”

In all your years, you’ve never heard such a thing. Museums have never felt alien to you in the way they must for him. They’ve always been a part of your subconscious, part of your schooling, part of your heritage as a citizen of Pā City.

Frowning, you step away from the painting to fully face your companion. “I’d never thought of it like that before.” You make a quick scan of the room in an attempt to pick out things that might be troubling him. “These places are always strict about you touching the exhibits, but that’s more because people are stupid and inconsiderate than them trying to keep you from enjoying everything. And I guess it’s quiet because people are too busy thinking. Or maybe they feel as awkward as you do.”

Appo hums thoughtfully. “Maybe.”

“You wanna head to a different exhibit?” The offer clearly appeals to him. “This one’s a little stuffy anyways, huh?”

The neighboring exhibit is a dedication to the history of Corellian ships, one you’re familiar with from a previous visit with your level 10 history class, and this is the one that brings Appo to life. It’s funny how often you forget what his military work entailed. He may not have been a pilot or a mechanic back then, but he’s at home with transports and machinery and weapons. Here among the miniatures of freighters and cargo ships, your soldier finds his place.

Following the line of his extended arm leads you to a red and white ship shaped like a holo remote bred with the aesthetic of a Coruscanti diner and a few small ion cannons. “That’s a YCAQT. Droid cargo. Dealt with my fair share of ‘em when I was a shiny.”

That’s very interesting. You never would have pictured tiny ships like that getting lost in the hubbub of a Separatist assault. “I thought they mostly transported protocol droids and gonks and stuff?”

“They do. But when you’re a shiny, you get sent to do the odd jobs and menial work. Like scanning old YCAQTs for battle droids and redirecting interstellar traffic.”

From what you remember learning as a student (and based on the summary plaque posted beneath the model ship), YCAQTs are mostly short-range transports. “Sooo… that means you were near Corellia, then?”

He shrugs. “A couple times, probably. Why?”

The urge to kiss him hits you hard and fast, strange though your reasoning is. “Nothing, I just thought maybe you’d been by Aurea at some point. Maybe the galaxy brought us together once and we didn’t even know it.”

Such notions aren’t usually a part of Appo’s worldview. That’s more the speed of any of his other brothers, particularly Fox or Vaughn, and he confirms as much with the not-so-subtle rolling of his eyes.

“It’s a nice thought. But not realistic.”

“Ugh, I’m trying to be romantic, Appo,” you groan as you whack the back of his arm. “Don’t be such a grouch.”

“I’m sorry,” he says.

But the offense isn’t serious, and you wave him off almost instantly. You don’t want him thinking you’re actually upset. “You're forgiven.” Always.

The two of you never make it to the actual Aurean artifacts and displays. With Appo still adjusting to museum etiquette and ambience, and most of the exhibits being already familiar to you, you decide it would be best to move to the exterior gardens and enjoy some sunshine.

While the actual outside weather is chilly, the gardens are situated in a large greenhouse and are resultingly warm no matter the time of year. Native and non-native plants grow here, lilacs and pink begonias and yellow kōwhai blossoms and silver ferns. The canopied trees are so massive that they rival the museum itself in height. A wooden figure has been carved and placed above the main entrance, a kaitiaki, a guardian from ancient Aurean folklore, meant to protect the land it inhabits and its people.

The fingers interlaced with yours suddenly constrict. “Which ones do you like best?”

There are so many beautiful things here to choose from, how can you possibly narrow them down?

He taps his boot against a sign naming one of the nearest flowering plants. “This one?” It’s a vibrant purple fuchsia.

“Kōtukutuku,” you read for him. Just like you have yet to learn Mando’a, the boys have yet to learn more than a few words in the traditional language of these islands. “They make a good jam, y’know.”

“Can’t say I’ve ever had flower jam,” he replies with a sour expression. “What about this one? Uh, poor… poor-uh...?”

Your kiss finds his cheek. “Pōroporo.” This flower is a much softer shade of purple with petals that form a five-point star around the yellow center.

Appo turns on you in that moment between your kiss and your words. He suddenly seems so massive, and you feel so small, tilting your head back so you can look up at him and wonder at the beautiful work of art you’ve found in the exhibit of your life.

“What’re you thinking inside that head of yours?”

Heaven forbids he ever finds out. Not that any of it is bad, but it’s sappy and romantic and everything he’s not.

“Nothing.” Just that you’re beautiful and I’m so glad I know you.

“You.” Kiss. “Look.” Kiss. “Beautiful.” Another, final kiss, this one the sloppiest of them all, but it’s to be expected when the person doing all the kissing is distracted with making dinner.

“Thanks, hun.”

“What color is that, lavender?”

A quick double check of your blouse confirms that yes, it is of the lavender persuasion. “Uh huh. Very nice.”

Fox beams happily, skillet in one hand and spatula in the other. He somehow manages to pull off looking sexy and adorable all at once. “Did he cream his pants when he saw ya?”

“Ugh, Fox!”

“‘cause I’m pretty sure I just did.”

Appo, ever your knight in shining plastoid, comes to your rescue then by delivering a swift smack to the back of his brother’s head. “Or’dinii. You’re disgusting.”

He’s never phased by anything his commander says or does, though, and he’s clearly not about to start now. “I’m just sayin’!”

“Don’t talk about your dick when you’re cooking.”

“Or,” you interject, “don’t talk about your dick period. There’s a thought.” As if you haven’t already thought about it. But no one needs to know that. Inspired by this, you turn to Appo with a finger poised in the air. “Hey, we could muzzle him! Just like Sterling said. Imagine how quiet the flat’ll be.”

It’s rare to see Appo commit to a full bought of laughter when he’s usually so serious, so the sudden bark of belly laughter that permeates the kitchen is initially assigned to Fox instead. It’s only when you see his head tilted back and his cheeks fully dimpled, eyes squeezed shut, that you realize it’s your stoic commander who’s so tickled by your quip. You want to say it all over again just so he’ll keep smiling.

Fox is less impressed. “I wouldn’t be laughin’ at me,” he warns with a perilous flick of the spatula in your face. “Not when I’m the one cookin’ your food, mesh’la.” Your tongue flicks out for far longer than necessary to get your point across, which is really just a terrible mistake in disguise. “Try that again and see where it gets you. That tongue’ll get you into all kinds of trouble.”

Maybe there’s a little hint of victory waving its flag when Appo physically steers you away from the conversation. Victory because you made him laugh, and smile, made him touch you and protect you and squirrel you away all for himself. This victory doesn’t end in a celebratory kiss – he hasn’t made that move yet, so you’ll wait for him until that point – but it does end with the smug and knowing looking of a man who’s well aware that you want his attention.

In the nights following your date. Fox has already started gearing up for his turn out with you, teasing you with morsels of information about what may or may not happen the day of. Appo’s formerly closed off approach to you has softened considerably and you find yourself thinking of him more and more often as a result. He took a great risk in opening himself up to you. He did it for you. You want to show him that you appreciate it.

“Appo?” You say it as softly as you can manage at the threshold of the room he shares with his brothers. It’s not so late that everyone’s already asleep, but it’s certainly late enough to prompt a few raised eyebrows, and at least two of those will be his.

The door opens a few moments later to reveal the man himself, already dressed in his sleep shirt and boxers. The beginnings of scruff have already started to prickle along his jawline. You think you catch a glimpse of the others in their beds, but they’re being far too quiet and still for you to really see them. Probably trying to listen in on you.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh. No, nothing’s wrong, I just wanted to ask you...” Kark, now that the moment’s here, you’re suddenly shy about asking. What if he thinks you’re being stupid? What if it unintentionally offends him? “Um...”

His movement into the hallway forces you to backtrack a few steps. He swiftly closes the door behind him, and it cuts the anxiety nearly in half. It’s much easier to ask without an audience.

“What is it?” he asks in that low, rumbly timbre you’re so fond of. His eyes are all soft and imploring, and kriffing karking fucking hell, he’s so beautiful that the love surge washing over you as a result nearly drowns you.

You need me? You tell me. The offer was given in the event of potential intoxication, you know that. That doesn’t mean, however, that you don’t still need him.

“Will you stay the night with me?”

A frown tugs at his lips. “I didn’t see you drink.”

And you shake your head. “I didn’t. I, uh, I wanted to be with you.”

The alternative implications of your request don’t hit you until after he reacts to it with the skyrocketed arch of his eyebrows and the startled widening of his eyes.

“Y-You mean-”

“No! Not like that!”

“Not that I don’t want to, but-”

“I mean, me neither.”

And he relaxes, and you clap a hand over your mouth, and he laughs, and so do you.

“I liked knowing you were there with me. And I started thinking about what you told me, why you stayed, and I thought maybe you’d like to stay with someone without worrying if they’ll be alright or not.”

The breath rushes out of him in an instant and his eyes, somehow, go even softer, and you love him love him love him. “Cyare,” he sighs, reaching for you in the dim, distant light emanating from your room. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

You lean into his touch with a smile. “Lay down with me and I’ll tell you.”

“I’ve done things,” he says later, tucked into your blankets with an arm under your shoulder and your hand upon his chest. He says it to the deep and empty dark. “In the past. Things I’m not proud of.”

“Why?” His silence is answer enough, and something tells you that if you could see him now, you’d see a sadness that runs deep in his own brother’s eyes, a self-directed sorrow that does not allow for mercy or kindness or anything gentle and lovely. “Because you were a soldier?”

When he nods, you nuzzle your nose into his collarbone. “The past is the past, Appo. You’re here now, and I want you because of the man I know you are, not because of what you’ve done. Okay?”

The mattress coils squeak and shift when he kisses you in your bed. He doesn’t take, doesn’t search for more than what you give him. He simply kisses you and allows you to bestow what you deem him worthy of. You give him your entire heart, even if he doesn’t know it.

“Stay with me tomorrow night.”

“You planning on drinking?”

“No.”

His smile is audible. “Good.” And for once, everything is right in the galaxy.

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