Hunter:

First thing that caught his eye was the orange saber. He didn’t know too much about Jedi like Tech and Echo, but he knew enough that something was different about him.

It took him a few seconds to realize like yeah, and he’s also good looking.

Cue him being between flustered and trying to seem cool in the Jedi’s presence.

His brothers tease him ridiculously, especially since Hunter is usually the least likely to romanticize with anyone.

So when Hunter began to actually have feelings for said Jedi, it didn’t help Tech managed to find out enough about him to add him as the batch’s first Jedi.

Y/N didn’t really find out of just why the batch with the reputation of ‘No need to a jedi, we got a Hunter’ were so nice to him. Of course he had a crush on Hunter, I mean have you seen his hair?

Y/N was just as flustered around him, and even more so once the two began to get closer and go into battle together.

Let’s just say Hunter might do the first kiss due to the heat of battle more than anything.

—-

Crosshair:

Crosshair might of gotten a glance at him from afar one time, can’t say exactly how he ended up at the sparring room, but there he was battling a couple of training droids. Despite usually not interested in Jedi stuff, he couldn’t help but watch the entire training session.

Said Jedi knew someone was watching him, it didn’t help the force seem to draw some sort of connection to the mysterious person. (Force ships hard!)

Crosshair waits till he stops training (trying hard to hide the blush of being turned on by the Jedi decapitating the two training droids in one move. Not that he’ll admit it) to ask him for a drink.

The Jedi accepts, which has Crosshair wondering if he’s an imposter. No way a goodie twos Jedi would indulge in alcohol.

“It’s not that, Jedi occasionally drink alcohol (once of age), they just either do so in secret or rarely one forgets they do.” - Y/N

“I don’t drink alcohol, but the milkshakes at Dexters are the best.” - Y/N

Which leads the pair to the 79s bar, followed by Dexters for their first date.

First kiss happens the first place they meet, cause that training move basically made Crosshair this time, not try to hide his excitement and adoration.

——

Tech:

First thing he thought when he saw you was, ‘I can totally get more knowledge on Jedi lore from him!”

Wasn’t till he actually came up to you, that he became partially speechless on your beauty, but also flustered and stuttering of his request.

You smile and accept helping him learn more of Jedi lore, which makes him even more red.

So starts the two of you study dates. Tech rambling, yet blushing since you basically lean to his every word each time.

First kiss happens by your first move, followed by Tech nearly going all out passion before realizing the two of you are in the archives.

Tech knows Jedi have rules about dating and so on, but thanks to his intelligence, is able to loop hole around it and eventually let it be public (beyond his brother and sister) without any fear.

Loves to shower his lover with gifts, especially if you bring back some cool item on one of your missions.

——

Echo:

Unlike the rest of the batch, he’d already seen plenty of Jedi fighting and knew a lot of lore (the guy carried a manual a good portion of his life after all).

Still, it wasn’t to say he wasn’t impressed by Y/N’s moves, and once he became the batch’s Jedi, he was crushing hard.

He basically was the perfect gentleman for you. Making sure you got off the ship okay (hand holding bonus), back you up in battle (he surprisingly felt more alive fighting side by side with you)

He didn’t confess his feelings for awhile, mainly due to being part cyborg and all.

But you didn’t care, in fact, it got you to show him one of your favorite holo shows with a cyborg character.

Made him feel better, and it was during said binging holo dates, that he made a move.

Loves to see you use the force, maybe more way than one if you know what he means.

Will not let any Sith hurt you is he can help it. Beware Grevious and more.

——

Wrecker:

This guy is the king of the party, so it’s no surprise first meet up was at the 79s bar.

He was just chilling with his brothers, when across the bar he spots you.

He is usually upbeat and social, but he could literally feel his palms sweating just wondering what he should do.

His brothers encourage him, and so he does, and good timing too. Some drunk brute tries to assault you.

He cracks his knuckles and gets ready to throw hands. But then he sees you (after the brute knocks your drink off the bar) circle throw him into a nearby table before calmly asking the bartender for another drink.

Yeah, he was smitten. And the night seem to go by like that, and before he knew it, he was leaving the bar with his brothers, with your pad number in hand.

First kiss was defiantly after a usual sparring date, and it may of gotten heated.

Hunter

As soon as he realizes (after Order 66, presumably on Pabuu) that he now has the opportunity to lead a new life, and he finds the right partner, he really likes the idea of having children. In fact, he wants many children, at least four, preferably five or six. So you have a few siblings. Hunter is a very active Dad and likes to take his kids outdoors, camping, fishing, survival training and open fire barbecues. Boys and girls have to go, he makes no exception. For him, this is a wonderful opportunity to spend time with the kids and teach you something in the process. He is fair, he treats all his children equally, although he is always a little more worried about his daughters, which comes automatically and he probably doesn't even realize it. Hunter values his children being able to make their own decisions, within reason, of course. There are rules that you must not break, otherwise you will be punished. He is gentle but also strict when necessary. However, he would never hit his children, not under any circumstances. In his opinion, a parent who has to hit their children to get their point across has failed entirely at being a parent.

Hunter will always openly involve his partner in parenting issues, no one is the good guy or the bad guy here. You all spend a lot of time outdoors, in the woods or by the sea, Hunter hopes that he can pass on his love of nature to you

Echo

He hesitates for quite a while before he really thinks about starting a family. It is only on Pabuu that the thought occurs to him for the first time. Echo is not planning a large family, one child, maybe two. He wants to stay within his means. Children have to be looked after, everything costs credits, and he wants to be able to offer his offspring everything, not just what children like to have, but also what they urgently need. Medical care, education and so on. All of which costs credits and, given the circumstances, it is unlikely that Echo and his brothers will become particularly rich. Echo therefore remains rather sensible in his family planning. He's the Dad who's very good at telling stories, when you first ask him to do it he's unsure at first, but he quickly catches fire for it, disguising his voice to mimic the characters in the story. His evening readings before bedtime are a real highlight, and somehow bedtime isn't so stupid when Daddy Echo is there to read stories.

So you probably only have one sibling, and you are both very loved and well cared for. Echo is overprotective, though, especially when you are young. He keeps a very close eye on what you do, where you go, who you hang out with, what you consume and so on. He makes sure you eat a balanced nutrition and usually cooks for the whole family himself whenever he can. Children often tend to perceive such behavior as sabotage or restrictive, but Echo does it out of pure love and concern for his kids.

Wrecker

Children love him, and he loves children. He is the first of his brothers to think about family and children, even before Hunter. If he finds a partner who will go along with the whole thing, he will have up to twelve children. Some of them adopted. He would love to look after all the children in the world. The giant has a heart that is as big as it is soft. Wrecker is playful and approachable, he will always go out of his way to make time for all his children, play games and visit amusement parks. But he also makes time for serious things and always has an open ear. So you probably have a lot of siblings and things are probably often pretty chaotic, but in Wrecker's house there is not only chaos, but also love and team spirit. It's important to him that you all learn to look out for each other, stand up for each other, be decent and never let anyone treat you badly.

Among your siblings are many adopted children who come from disadvantaged backgrounds. Wrecker wants to show all his children how good life can be, what there is to discover and learn and what is really important, that you are all loved, without exception.

Tech

You are most likely an only child. He is not only your father, but also your teacher. You're home-schooled, partly because of the Empire and the danger of being discovered. Besides, Tech is sure there is no better teacher than him.

Sometimes Tech has to be slowed down a little by his partner, every now, and then he tends to challenge you too much, but this balances out and Tech is very considerate and adaptable when you point this out to him.

Tech loves to tell stories, but also loves to listen. He is fascinated by seeing the world through your eyes, so he loves to listen to you talk and ask questions, describing things as you see them.

From a very early age, you have your own astromech on which Tech teaches you various things and which accompanies you everywhere. The astromech is practically like a pet and develops its own personality over time, evolving with you and your work on it over the years, so to speak.

Tech is a calm, level-headed representative, but also a protector. He will always look after you, no matter how old you are, you will always be his child and he will always be there when you need him.

Crosshair

You're an only child. Crosshair never really thought about having children, but at some point it happened. Don't worry, it may not have been planned, but Crosshair is getting to know a whole new side of himself through your existence. For him, being a father is like an instinct, his protective instinct, the caring, comes from deep within him. No matter how scared he was when you were born, he is a very proud father. Crosshair teaches you everything he knows, he cares, he protects you. He is very skeptical when you bring new friends home, he scrutinizes everyone and makes most of your friends a little nervous. But he's basically harmless as long as you're treated well. Crosshair likes to take you with him, teach you about things, listen to your stories. You'll hear him grumble now and again, but you'll also see him smirk. Every minute you spend with him is precious to him.

It is important to him that you never let yourself get down and that you don't bow your head to others and make yourself smaller than you are. You are something special, he tells you that again and again. Crosshair is sometimes stoic and can also be quite strict, but never to an exaggerated degree. Your safety is important to him, he doesn't compromise on that.

Rex

You probably have two or three siblings. Rex is as loving as he is strict. It's important to him that his children are decent, so he sets some rules, and he ensures that you follow them. Respect is important, but so is knowing that you have the same right to be treated with respect. Discipline and decency are just as important in his house as love and affection. Rex is an upright soldier, and this is also evident in his role as a father. Rex is not overly strict, but he insists on the rules he has laid down. This includes tidiness, so your rooms will rarely look like a bomb has gone off. Rex makes sure that you put your things away yourself and teaches you to treat your property and that of others with care. He likes to tell stories, makes the typical dad jokes and tries to make you laugh, no matter how often you tell him that his jokes are embarrassing. Rex just grins and already has the next joke on the tip of his tongue. Rex is a provider and a carer, it's in his nature. His children will never want for anything, he will see to that, no matter how difficult that may be at times.

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Hunter:

It absolutely melts Hunter's heart when he sees you being caring/affectionate/parental towards Omega. He had feelings for you before this, of course, but now he's a complete goner. Finds himself watching the two of you with this extremely soft expression and little smile. Seeing you care for Omega validates every feeling he has for you and fully confirms to him that you're like. perfect for him lol.

He also spends a lot of time worrying if he's doing a good job raising her/being there for her and you stepping in and helping through your own volition takes a little bit of a weight off his chest. He still feels that it's ultimately his responsibility, but sharing it even just a little bit with you and knowing Omega has someone else to go to if she needs is very relieving for him. He also becomes even more protective of you. He wants to make sure that the person who cares so much about Omega, and that Omega cares about in return, is also being taken care of.

Seeing you be parental with Omega also makes Hunter daydream a bit (a LOT) just about a future with you, being domestic with you, having a family with you. He'd never actually tell you that, since he doesn't wanna come off as too much too soon, but he thinks about it. A lot. But if Omega ever like falls asleep on you and he sees the two of you resting and happy he has to physically turn away so he doesn't profess his love right then and there.

Tech:

Tech notes your parental attitude towards Omega with mild interest at first, but it's Omega's reaction to you that seals the deal for him. It makes Tech happy to see her happy, and so your dynamic with her eventually becomes endearing to him. He also thinks it's a good thing that Omega has another reliable adult figure to turn to if ever needed. His attitude eventually goes from just sort of neutral observation to blatant affection and a little bit of longing lol.

It gets him thinking about having kids in the future, too. Starts imagining it quite a bit, actually, and you'll catch him randomly staring at you with a thoughtful expression on his face. He's imagining a child with you with your temperament and his intellect and totally melting at the thought. He starts like. practicing co-parenting with you through Omega lmao. Involving you when he's teaching her things and relying on you for the emotional labor he finds a little taxing. If Omega's upset about something, he has you help comfort her/solve the problem, and observes how you handle it with not a little admiration.

Since he also records everything, if he's had a stressful day or something he'll pull up a recording of you interacting with Omega and it genuinely kinda soothes him. The way you interact with her, the way you smile at her, the affectionate tone of your voice just makes him melt.

Wrecker:

The first time Wrecker sees you interact with Omega, being caring and parental, he beams. He thinks it's adorable. He already had feelings for you, pretty obvious ones at that, but in his mid, the second he sees the way you interact with her, it's an instant "yup, that's it. that's the one" for him. He just looks at you and decides you're the most wonderful person in the galaxy.

Get ready for lots of group hugs/cuddles with the three of you. He sees you being sweet to Omega and the cuteness aggression kicks in and he's just gotta wrap his arms around both of you and practically crush you. Wishes he never had to let go tbh. Omega's happiness means so much to him and the fact that you care so much too just gets him so affectionate and adoring of you lol.

Loves doing things with the two of you, involving you in schemes to sneak out for snacks and going out places and stuff, just likes having the three of you bond together. He feels like you two balance each other out well in terms of caring for Omega if you're more parental cause he's def you know like chaotic but super caring older brother energy

Crosshair:

Crosshair watches you like a hawk the first few (several) times you interact with Omega. He's looking for a flaw, tbqh. Waiting for you to be impatient, fake, or unreliable. It's not that he thinks you will be, but he's wary. He's just protective of her in his own way and doesn't want her to get attached to someone unless he's certain they can be trusted; so even if he already has feelings for you, he's scrutinizing you. But as days turn into weeks and months and you're consistently kind, protective, and parental, his posture shifts a little and he finds himself almost going soft watching the two of you.

He starts to trust you with Omega's safety, which is huge for him. He knows you'll look after her whenever needed. He knows you care. And deep down, in the parts of his heart he keeps under lock and key, he starts to wonder what it would be like to have that care directed at him. As he watches you be so kind and affectionate to Omega, he stares with an unreadable expression and secretly wonders if anyone's ever looked at him with that much unconditional warmth. It scares him a little bit how much he craves it, but he can't stop thinking about it.

He becomes just as protective of you as he is with Omega. If Omega cares about you, you're loyal and trustworthy, and he knows he can rely on you? Your safety and happiness becomes a real priority to him. He'll never admit it in words, but it shows through his actions, the way he watches you, the way he hovers. The way he practically begs for your attention even if it's through teasing jabs and snarky bickering. The whole time he was worrying about Omega getting too attached to you, he himself was getting extremely attached lmao

Echo:

Echo cares deeply about Omega and tends to take a little bit of a tough love approach to his interactions with her. He teaches her things, he protects her, he cares for her, but he's got that sternness/gruffness to him. If your approach is more outwardly affectionate/soft he honestly thinks it's a good thing and feels like you balance each other out well. And, despite himself…he finds himself totally melting sometimes when he watches you interact with her. His shoulders drop, his expression relaxes, and he gets an almost tender look in his eyes.

If he catches you alone, he might actually tell you how much it means to him that you're so good with Omega. Just a thank you for being there for her and for looking out for her. He acknowledges that she needs people like you in her life…and the entire time his eyes are screaming that he needs people like you in his life too.

Fox:

Even at his neediest, Fox is determined to stay in charge. He asks for affection by telling you how to give it lol. Like gives a tired, gravelly, "Come here," followed by grabbing your wrist and tugging you into his lap. Buries his face in your neck with a long, exhausted sigh

When he really needs touch he'll guide your hands where he wants them and get annoyed if you move them. Catches your wrist and puts it back with an annoyed little "Didn't say you could stop"

Gets kinda desperate to be praised but absolutely doesn't admit it. Tell him he's doing a good job, that the Guard couldn't ask for a better commander. Scratch gently through his curls as you list all the reasons you're proud of him and he totally melts against you despite himself, clutching you a little tighter with every word. Grumbles like he's annoyed, muttering "You're laying it on thick," while secretly hoping you never stop

The more exhausted he is, the more he wants to be taken care of without having to ask. Pretends to not like being fussed over even as he actively leans into it lol. Take his armor off for him, give him a shoulder rub, just take care of him and within a few minutes he'll be half asleep against you, too comfortable and happy to keep up the act

Clingy during sleep, always keeps an arm locked around your waist and if you drift too far away in the night he'll grumble and haul you right back against his chest without ever opening his eyes

Thorn:

Thorn is actually pretty affectionate in general, though it's usually pretty lowkey. Just quick kisses, brushing shoulders as he walks by, subtle hand-holding. But once in a while, the stress catches up to him, and he gets a lil dramatic tbh. He wants to be absolutely smothered

He'll get back after a rough day/mission and just makes a beeline for you and collapses his entire heavy ass body on you. Whether you're sitting on the couch or in bed, suddenly he's there, draping himself over you with the deepest sigh you've ever heard in your life

Somehow manages to cuddle aggressively. Pulls your arms around his neck himself, nudges his face into yours, and mumbles like come on you can hold me tighter than that I won't break

If you're busy and he's feeling needy, he resorts to increasingly shameless tactics to get your attention. Hugging you from behind, kissing your shoulder and neck, mumbling against your ear that he needs you

Wants to hear how much you love him. As he's tangled up with you, the two of you clinging to each other and he's pressing kisses to every inch of skin he can reach, the absolute best thing you can do for him is just tell him how much you love him. Would stay like that for hours if you let him

Thire:

When Thire's feeling needy he gets submissive. Wants to take care of you and finds a lot of comfort in knowing he's the one you lean on. Like it fulfills his needs to drown you in affection and make sure you're 100% satisfied

Like he'll be tired and craving affection really badly and the way you know it is because he's suddenly coddling you, asking what he can do for you, giving you lots of little kisses and jumping to do whatever he can for you

Likes if you give him jobs/tasks that involve physical closeness like holding you in his arms while you take a nap on his chest or like if you tell him to give you a massage he will VERY happily comply

Still somehow keeps a little bit of authority in his voice even as he's asking to take care of you. He'll firmly say "Let me do this for you" really authoritatively but like he's also waiting for you to give him the permission

The quickest way to make him blush is to thank him. Kiss his forehead after he's spent the evening fussing over you, tell him how safe he makes you feel, how much you appreciate everything he does, and he gets a little smug, pulling you in for a kiss to hide how pleased with himself he is

Stone:

Stone doesn't ask for comfort often enough. He just kinda carries everything himself usually, and when he finally does really need you, the signs are pretty subtle

When he gets needy, he starts hovering. Just kinda appears wherever you are and sits super close to you. Doesn't ask for affection outright but just like waits for you to realize lol

He gets really gentle when he's in this mood. Lets you do pretty much whatever you want to him. You can guide his hands, move him into whatever position you want, tell him where to kiss you, and he'll just softly comply, eyes half-lidded and totally focused on your touch

Likes if you surprise him with lots of affection, like if you're really needy some night then it makes him needy too. He's pretty responsive to your energy. If he gets back some night all stressed and you immediately throw yourself into his arms, whining for attention, he's catching you in his arms and totally getting taken over with need. Whispers how much he missed you and kisses you thoroughly

Gentle affection affects him more than anything else tbh. Soft little touches like tracing his jawline make him visibly shudder and let out a shaky breath

Hound:

Hound gets SO touch-starved. If it's been too long since he's seen you, he doesn't bother with greetings. He just scoops you up into a hug so enthusiastic it nearly knocks the wind out of you

When he's needy, he wants to get as close to your bare skin as possible as quickly as possible. Buries his face into the crook of your neck, taking deep, ragged breaths. If you try to pull away he'll tighten his grip on you and let out a low, needy whine

Personal space pretty much stops existing when he needs you lol. Wants to be as close to you as possible. If you're sitting down, he's suddenly in your lap or pulling you onto his. If you're lying on the couch, he's tangling himself up with you. The longer it's been since he last touched you, the more impossible it becomes to separate him from you

Gives little playful nips when he's especially overwhelmed with affection. Your shoulder, your jaw, your neck, even your hand, never enough to hurt, just little bursts of "I love you so much I don't know what to do with myself" energy before immediately following it up with soothing kisses

If he knows he's gonna be gone for a long time he begs to bring one of your spare hoodies or shirts so that on nights when he's missing you and touch-starved and sad he can curl up in his bunk and bury his face in it or wear it to sleep

At first, he had sneered at the idea. He didn’t want a bunch of brats clambering all over him which was, coincidentally, the very first thing they did to him. He was renowned throughout the galaxy for his bravery and heavily commended for his efforts during the Clone Wars—everyone within the Temple, young and old, had a story to tell about Anakin Skywalker. Even if most of the Masters were skeptical about his motives and discipline, the younglings thought of him as some sort of celebrity and there was no containing their excitement when they all learned that Anakin would be looking after them on occasion. 

And, oh, had Anakin considered himself delusional for agreeing to this. 

As he was toppled by a gaggle of younglings, climbed on, and one of them even tugged his hair, making him wince, he heavily considered rescinding his offer and focusing his efforts elsewhere, but there was one thing he had not planned for, and perhaps it was the trait that most Masters felt was a hindrance to his training, a fatal flaw in him that could lead him down a dark, forsaken path, but it was that very attachment that grew between him and you, the tiny little thing he seemed to gravitate towards each and every time your sweaty little hand reached for his in times when you felt the anxiety rising, your little body thrumming with the unmistakable feeling of fear, and Anakin knew that the thing you truly needed was something only he could give to you, fully. 

“Hey there, sweetheart,” Anakin cooed gently as he bent down, scooping you into an embrace to which you eagerly returned, nuzzling into his robes with quiet affection, and Anakin could feel a change in the Force as you were taken into his arms; you were the reason that he was here, and why it all felt so right, even at the risk of being so, so wrong. 

Anakin wanted to care for something, at least, the importance of which was what he longed for. He liked to feel responsible and there was nothing of greater responsibility than the care of a young, living being, and being here, with you, gave his heart a purpose. It was no secret that he preferred you, though he did his absolute best not to give preferential treatment—he did care for every youngling in his charge—he never would’ve dreamed of leaving anyone behind or being the cause of their distress. Once Anakin had bonded with anything, it was nearly impossible for him to say goodbye, but at least this was a somewhat healthier way of dealing with that loss. 

He would get to witness the ones in his care be chosen by their soon-to-be Masters—the Knights and Council members who would select their Padawans from the brood, his beloved clan of younglings—and he would have to watch them go off on their own. He supposed it was better this way, than losing his closest comrades on the battlefield like he had grown accustomed to during the war, but he loathed the idea of anyone picking you. 

His heart was certain and sure—he’d had his eye on you ever since that very first night, when you’d curled up against his chest and slumbered peacefully in his arms. The transition from home life to living at the Jedi Temple had been rough on you and Anakin could sense the distress radiating off you in waves. It pained him that some younglings struggled leaving home because it reminded him of how agonizing it had been for him, leaving his mother back on Tatooine, and then losing his savior, Qui-Gon, right as he was settling in. 

This sweet little one tugged on his heartstrings in just the right way, and he hoped he could make you feel only a fraction of the safety and comfort he felt from Qui-Gon and his former Master, Obi-Wan. Despite all their rivalry and challenges, Obi-Wan was his brother and had raised him from a young boy into adulthood—it was a debt he could never, ever hope to repay, but he was grateful, nonetheless. 

He thought his heart was hardened, after years of lightsaber training, sparring against his Master, the slaughter and carnage of war had permeated his senses, but something about this child had narrowed his mind down to one singular aspect: love.

It was a slippery slope, caring for someone so deeply that he might inevitably form an attachment, but that was who he was and there was no deviating from it, in his mind. This tiny creature had accepted him, for one reason or another, and he was going to look after them to the best of his ability for a long, long time. 

You were his greatest treasure, his chosen one, and all prophecies be damned. 

This was his calling—he would no longer let himself be defined by the edge of duty and prophecy and, once you were old enough, he would have you as his Padawan and teach you all the lessons he had learned. 

He hadn’t necessarily considered being a father in his lifetime, as it was something just beyond reach due to his chosen Jedi lifestyle, but this, he believed, the swell of pride in his chest was the closest he could get to how it might have felt. You were not his own flesh and blood, but that was irrelevant to how it made him feel to watch you grow. He could steal little moments, here and there, or he could make them and that was exactly what he intended to do. As they say, old habits die hard, and that might’ve been true for Anakin, too, if he so much as had any consideration for letting things go, but that was a lesson even Obi-Wan still struggled to teach him, though now it would seem like he had no choice, but Anakin always found a way to defy the odds. 

“That’s my little one,” he cooed over you, doting on you like it was just you two against the entire galaxy, as if you were the only thing that mattered in it, “let’s get you tucked in for a nap, what do you say?”

Your small arms tightened on him to which Anakin responded with gentle possession, a dominant, yet not unfriendly, hand placed on your back that pressed you in against his chest and refused to let go. 

As if he would ever send you somewhere he couldn’t follow. 

“It’s alright,” his voice was hushed velvet, sweet and melodic and soft as cloud whisps—he knew exactly what you wanted, “We can snuggle, don’t worry.”

You seemed to relax almost instantly, calmed by his presence and his arms that were wrapped snugly around your little body as you perched against his hipbone. He had learnt to carry you like this because he was tired of carrying the weight of the galaxy when you were the one who needed him most and he was not going to abandon you.

-

Two days, half a current rotation. One large celebratory dinner, half eaten rations. You kept track of the number of hours you had been on Coruscant, you tried to eat more than just one dinner and some rations, but the near loss of your home planet had been a lot to carry on your shoulders.

So many good soldiers lost their lives to save your little back water trade route, but they assured you it was essential for the Republic to set up a care center and base of operations there.

You didn’t argue back.

You now had to face the threat of hundred’s, maybe even thousand’s of Senators, arguing on whether or not you- or your contribution is worth having within the senate.

You quickly realized that there were two sides in the Senate, the vindictive, cruel, money driven senators who often side with the banking clan, and the kind hearted, caring senators who always try to fight for the right thing.

You picked your side pretty quickly.

Senator Organa, Amidala, and Chuchi all became good friends of yours, helping you with some of that burden you carried on your shoulders, offering help and advice which definitely had lightened your load a bit.

You were currently sitting in your office, one hand in your hair as the other was scribbling on paper, writing signatures on bills for your friends in the Senate. You heard the door to your office open but you didn’t even bat an eye to who entered, just giving them a curt wave as you moved onto the next stack of papers.

You had a small guard squad assigned to you, but you had been so busy these last couple of days so you just didn’t have the time to greet them or ask for their names. “I need an assistant.” You muttered to yourself as you pushed the stack of papers away, leaning back to look at the ceiling.

“Anything I can help with? Senator?” A voice called up, and you jolted in your seat, turning your head in the direction of the voice, seeing one of the guards standing beside your desk. You let out a sigh of relief, offering the armored man a gentle smile. “perhaps… thank you for the offer…” You trailed off, silently asking for the clone's name.

“I’m Commander Thorn.” He introduced, and you smiled a bit brighter, standing as you offered a handshake to him, which he took politely. “Y/n L/n- though- i guess you already knew that.” You chuckled, placing your hands on your hips.

“I apologize if I've seemed unfriendly to you and your brothers, I've just had so much on my plate.” You sighed, glancing at your work before shaking your head.

“It’s no problem at all, Senator. We understand.” Thorn stated, giving you some consolation on your quiet behavior. “Right, well I think it’s time I get to know your squad some more, hm?” You suggested, grabbing your commlink and your jacket, walking out of your office with Thorn right behind you.

There were a few clones guarding your door, and as you walked the hallways beside the commander, they stayed guarding your office. Thorn took you to the main mess hall in the GAR, knowing that it would be where his Marshall Commander and other brothers would be.

He also gave you a small tour around the GAR per your request, and you had some friendly short chats with a couple other clones before entering the mess hall.

It was packed with hundreds of clones, the room went silent when they noticed you, a fancily dressed Senator, but regardless Thorn helped you get some food from the line up. He told you to skip the line but you were adamant on waiting your turn.

Once you had your tray of food Thorn led you over to one of the tables already filled with clones wearing red armor. One of them caught your eye, he had dark short hair, but there was a silver streak running through the left side of his hair. He stared at you before standing in greeting.

“Senator. I didn’t know you’d be joining us.” The man stated, and you offered a light smile. “I decided I needed to get to know the men protecting me. Thorn has been very helpful so far but I'd like to know the rest of you too.” You explained as you sat down at the table, Thorn sitting beside you.

“Right… Well these are Commanders Thire and Stone. Beside Stone is Sergeant Hound.” The clone introduced, and each clone waved or saluted. You waved in response, turning your head to look at the man who was already staring at you.

“So you must be Marshall Commander Fox.” You mused, and the man nodded. “Well it’s wonderful to meet you all, I hope you don’t mind me joining you.” You stated, readying your meal to be eaten.

“Not at all, Senator. You're welcome to join us.” Commander Thire spoke up, and you sent him a thankful look before biting into your sandwich.

Fox narrowed his eyes at you slightly, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched you talk with his brothers. Eventually you felt your commlink going off and you started cursing as you fumbled to get up an answer. “Shit! i forgot I had a stupid meeting.” You hissed, grabbing your tray as you smiled at the men.

“Excuse me, I must go. It was very nice meeting you all.” You expressed, throwing out the food from your tray before setting the tray to the side. Fox then stood up, it being his turn to escort you places, following you out in a brisk walk as you hurried from the GAR back to the senate building to get there in time for your meeting.

When you got to the room you turned to Fox, offering him a smile. “Thank you for escorting me, you are free to do as you please.” You started quickly before entering the room.

However Fox didn’t leave. Even as your meeting went on for hours he stood outside until you were the last to leave. He noticed how exhausted you looked, and sighed. “To your quarters?” He asked, however you shook your head.

“No, I am done for the day, I will return back to my apartment.” You stated. Fox nodded and led you to the building where many senator’s resided, already knowing your apartment number even if you didn’t.

Once you got to the door that led to your chambers you turned to Fox, and spoke.

“I’m sorry if I've offended you in the past couple of days. Being a Senator of such a small planet- it's hard work that I'm not used to.” You breathed out, running your hand through your hair as you stared up at him. He noticed something shining in your eyes, and he wouldn’t lie…

You’ve piqued his interest, more than anyone else ever has.

“I was raised on a farm, I led my community since I was a teenager… They voted for me to become Senator when we sided with the republic. If I'm honest I should have said no.” You joked, opening your apartment door before turning to Fox again, biting your bottom lip.

“Will I see you tomorrow?” You asked, and Fox thought for a moment before he nodded. “Yes, I'll be here in the morning. You’ll have guards stationed outside if you need anything however. Keep your Com on.” He instructed, and you nodded, giving him another look before finally shutting the door.

After that, little walk breaks with Fox became a regular thing, along with the fact that he always brought you home, and was always there in the morning to pick you up. You didn’t see him much in the afternoon, so you looked forward to the evening’s with the Commander.

You and Fox grew closer, and to think he despised you at first- or at least was very untrusting. But now he trusted you alot, he learned all about you, personality wise and… otherwise. Though even as the Republic… rebranded… Fox stayed by your side, permanently transferring as your bodyguard, giving orders when he needed too.

But you helped him lose faith in the republic he had worked so hard to keep peaceful. You resigned as Senator, and withdrew your planet’s support from the Empire, despite their resistance. However you had the backing of millions of people on your home planet…

You and Fox started a rebel alliance cell on your planet, and explored the feelings that had bloomed between you. Fox was gay as fuck, that he found out pretty fast after leaving the Empire with you.

And you were… open to anything he threw your way.

You were perfect for him.

And you knew it.

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You're injured; arm drapped over his shoulders and finding strength in the Force to not let yourself drop unconscious. It's tempting; but you refuse to succumb to blood loss and fatigue. You refuse to be a dead weight for the captain to carry. You know he's worried enough as it is.

All four Jedis assigned to this mission had worn some sort of armour for the 501st, 212th, and 464th's batallions relief; but armour isn't undestructible, and it doesn't completely cover one's body. There's always vulnerable spots required for movility; and a droid had managed to get you on one of those. By pure luck, the captain is sure. Tinnies can't aim with that sniper-like precision. It's why so many of them are needed to make one clone's work.

Even with three battalions meshed together, the army sent by the Separatists had been massive. The fight had prolonged for over a week; and at one point, Rex had been surrounded by ten droids at once. Trying to command his men at the same time, making his orders known over the sound of blasterfire and explosions, he hadn't noticed a droid attacking him from his dead angle of vision; and it was then when you had jumped in to save him. When Rex had twisted around in surprise and had seen the frizzed cloth in the gap between your chest and abdomen plates he had almost pannicked; but you had shot him a calming –and pained– smile and assured him it was just a superficial wound before dodging another attack and pushing forward. Rex had had to force himself to concentrate throughout the rest of the battle. To not think on the implications of your acts; of what could have been.

But here, with none of his men at his sides and no trace of Anakin, Obi-Wan and Ashoka –they had all splitted into pairs in order to scout the city after the end of the battle when the snow storm had surprised them–, he has nothing to distract him from said thoughts.

You could have died. Jedi, for all of Anakin's recklesness, aren't inmortal; he could have lost you. Forever; a permanent absense and void in his heart no one would be able to cure. All those little things Rex always looks forward too —a cup of hot chocolate shared after a hard mission, the way your face lit up and innocently waved when you saw him across the hangar, all the little spontaneous trips you insisted for him to acompany you around Coruscant, if only using an excuse to show Rex what life could be outside of war... All of that would dissapear, disolve as if it had never existed; and Rex would be left staring into nothing.

They finally reach the mountains; and after a little while longer, they find a safe spot for them to take refuge in. They almost stumble inside –both of their legs aching and trembling from the cold and effort by now–; but being protected from the harsh and unforgiving wind is an instant relief.

Rex helps you to sit down; and you stretch your legs on the rocky floor of the cave and let him tug you backwards so that your shoulders are able to rest against one of the walls. You're shivering; the freezing temperatures managing to slip under your armour and specially on your vulnerable open spot. It's not all bad, though; you guess that the combination of the quick self-cauterizing blaster shot and the cold have managed to sort of keep the wound in stasis. Your vision is blurry and blackening when you try to move your head around, though; you feel dizzy and weak too. You don't know if it's because the wound, the post-battle fatigue, the cold, or all of them combined.

"General?" You hear Rex's voice ask, and it's only then when you notice his voice sounds too close and clear and realize he has taken off his bucket. "I think you're a step away from frostbite. You should take the armour off; it's so cold it's making you more damage than good at this point, now that we're hiding here".

You nod distractedly. That makes sense, yeah. You move your right hand to the shoulder attachments of your chest plate; but your movements are too slugish to pry the seals apart. The Captain's hands gently tug yours away and he tries to do it instead.

"Let me help you, okay?" He asks, always a bit wary to touch you and cross the line between General and trooper –it had taken a really long time for him not to jump at your ocasional affectionate pat on the shoulder or squeeze on his arms–. "Just try... Try to stay with me, General".

You hum in agreement and close your eyes; following his gentle commands a bit too slow for Rex's taste. He carefully pries each plate from your body and sets it aside; packing it up in the same way all clones do with theirs. You don't even react when your wound is exposed to the cold air; but Rex is quick to cover it with a bacta patch anyways. Then goes the plates of your back; and youre finally left in the soft and comfortable tunic and unders you always wear for the battlefield.

A new wave of exhaustion hits you; and your body slumps forward, only saved from smashing into the ground by Rex's quick hand on your shoulder.

"Hey. Hey, General. Cyare don't... Don't leave me".

You can hear the fear in his voice. The pain. The panic.

Even if it's an almost impossible task, you manage to blink your eyes open if only just for his sake.

"m' not going anywhere, Rex. I just need to sleep" you mumble grogily, trying to control the way your mind spins.

Rex opens his mouth, ready to ask you to stay with him, to not leave him here; but you continue and reassure him.

"This' one of those times you're gonna' have to believe in the Jedi magic. M'not dying. I just need to sleep and connect with the Force".

Rex reluctantly –scared– nods. He knows you had received a different training from Anakin, Ashoka and Obi-Wan; the Jedis he's used to work with. But all Jedis are not the same. While the previous three had grown more focused on how to use the Force to fight, you had cultivated other aspects; telepathy, healing. Kit Fisto had been your master; and though he had definitly teached you the art of the lightsaber, he had also encouraged you to explore your gift for telepathy –he was a powerfull telepath too– and even offered you to spend a few years learning Force Healing under the supervision of Jedi Stass Allie in the Temple. You had once explained to him you were nowhere close to be considered an expert on such themes; but that you could at least accelerate the curative progression of wounds a bit, if only enough to evade the risk of inminent death.

Rex doesn't need your skin to be completely closed and looking as if the shot had never happened; he had enough with avoiding your loss for now.

"Okay" he whispers back with a shuddering breath. "I'll let you sleep, then. Just let me... Let me hold you against me. You're still freezing and I don't want to risk it while we both rest".

"Kay" you mumble in response, closing your eyes again and dropping your head back against the wall. "But hurry up, my brain's fuzzy".

Rex nods and rushes to take his own armour off; staying in his blacks and taking a seat by your side, with his back against the wall. He then burries his thoughts about rules and impropiate gestures and pushes an arm under your knees; the other one around your torso, and then he uses a small burst of energy and tugs you towards him so that you're resting in his lap, between his crossed legs.

You make a little surprised sound; but inmediately melt against him when he pulls a heating emergency blanket from his backpack and places it around your body. You hum feeling gratefull and cuddle closer to his chest; hiding your face in his neck and tugging the blanket closer to try to cover him as well.

His hands give you a soft squeeze. Shortly after, you surrender to unconsciousness.

Rex has a lot of time to think until you wake up again between his arms.

He takes the moment of respite to breathe in your warmth and soothe his stressed mind; his galoping heart. It was terrifying, almost losing you; but you're safe now. Your breathing has eased with time; your deep, pained frown slowly relaxing and an almost peacefull expresion making its way across your face.

It's still a huge relief for him when you groan and open your eyes; blinking slowly to try to make a picture of whats happening and where you are.

Rex only softens his hold on your body so that you can sit down straigther and turn around to face him. You stretch your neck and shoot him a tired but warm smile.

"Hey" the captain rasps. "How are you feeling?"

You glance down at your dressed wound and take a moment to analyse yourself. You're still tired, and your muscles ache, and you're in desperate need of some water and a shower; but here in Rex's lap, you can't help but feel content and safe.

"Better" you decide to answer, smiling softly. "You?"

Rex tries to give you a tiny smile; but it's such a pained, little unsure thing that it tugs at your heart.

"I'm fine" he answers, one of his hands carefully caressing up and down your back under the blanket.

You shove down a pleasant shiver and tilt your head to the side.

"I don't have to be a Jedi to know that's a lie" you tell him cautiously, your own hands travelling down to catch his with yours. "Tell me, if you want?"

Rex stares at you for a few seconds and sighs.

"You shouldn't have jumped in to save me" he starts, glancing down at your hands, unable to hold the weight of your beautiful eyes on his while he confesses this. "You're one in a million. A Jedi General. Hundreds of lifes depend on yours. Mine is replacable. I'm not important, and you..."

"You're the most important thing in mine".

It's soft and sweet; the way you finally tell him what you've been keeping to your heart all this time. What you've been struggling with.

"What?"

Rex has the most cute stunned and confused face you've seen before. His eyes lock onto yours inmediately; almost not believing your words, like needing to check you've really said that to him. That you mean it.

You smile wistfully and squeeze his hands. They're rough, callous formed on the spots where his skin frictions with his favorite pair of DC-blasters; the hands of a soldier that hasn't had the chance to be anything else. It's why you have been trying to show him the rest of the world, the little pleasure that can be found in the simplest everyday things. He deserves it. All his brothers do.

"I have never wanted more than I had" you begin, deciding to finally bare your heart once and for all to him. "All I've ever wanted to do is help others, and I've grown up with that purpose without having nothing else to fight for. Nothing that I wanted for myself. No secret that I had to keep trapped inside ny mind or heart. Yet..."

You reach up to trace reverent fingertips over the captain's cheek. You feel his stuttering breath against your skin; smile at the loving, hopefull way his golden eyes are silently watching you.

"I want to keep you, Rex. Every morning I find myself expectant and tense until I see you in the distance. Everytime we're close, everytime we talk, it fills me with a comforting warmth" your eyes track a sinfull path through his lips. So tempting, so close to yours. You can't help yourself and trace a thumb over them. Rex gasps, and his eyes flicker through your face, his heart filling with devotion and passion too. "I want to burn, though. I've been trying to hold back, but I can't. I want to get closer. I want to kiss you. I want to be able to relax between your arms when everything gets to be too much. You might think that in the grand scale of things you're not important. Perhaps, seing it that way, none of us are. What I can tell you is my personal truth, your spot in my individual scale; and there's no other person I deem as important as you".

You're desperate to kiss him; but you feel like he wants to say something too, so you try to be patient and wait for him.

Rex cups one side of your face in his hand. It trembles. You understand the feeling; and smile encouragingly. You have been worried about mistaking his kidness for something more too; of crossing boundaries. But he has nothing to fear now. Still, you understand. Your heart is speeding up in your chest too; as it does with everything exciting and new. Your feelings for him aren't; but this closeness, the real posibility of kissing him for the first time, is.

"I've loved you for a long time now" he admits, voice gentle and firm despite his own nervousness. "Perhaps for as long as I've been able to understand what romantic love is. I... I'll be happy to have you, cyare. When you need me and when you don't, too".

His words shoot warmth and joy to every cell of your body; a radiant smile perching on your tired face.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks, bringing your face close to his with a gentle tug of your chin.

You smile and sigh.

"Yes..." you whisper over his lips. "Yeah".

THE END.

Didn't I make you two cute? Aaaaah 💖 Hope you like it! Xx, Blue.

Still accepting Xmas requests, you can use any of this prompts (except 9) or one of your own!

Rex was pacing, his nerves almost completely shot. He checked the time every few seconds, subtly breathing into his palm to make sure his breath didn’t stink. He smoothed out his civvies, hoping they weren’t too wrinkly.

Shockingly to Rex, you had agreed to meet for a third date.

He was excited, yes. But also incredibly nervous.

Rex liked you.

A lot.

Rex never thought he’d get this far.

He didn’t know what to expect when he reluctantly accepted the first date match from Right to Love Matchmaking Service.

Rex had heard about it from some of his brothers but wasn’t sure it was for him.

Who would want a washed-up soldier? He also knew nothing about dating. Sure, he’s had a few quick flings and stolen kisses in the back of 79s when he was a cadet. But now, the thought of putting himself out there, looking for something serious while having strangers match him with another stranger… sounded like a recipe for disaster.

On the other hand, now that the war was over, companionship did sound nice. And a few of his brothers have had success with the service…

He continuously tossed around the idea, a few times half-filling out the Holonet application before deleting it, the fear of the unknown getting the best of him.

Rex even walked by the building once, Right to Love flashing in neon lights, almost stepping inside before his nerves sent him in the other direction.

It wasn’t until a few weeks ago, when Fives and Echo invited him to a “boy's night out” for drinks, that he was convinced.

Or more like the alcohol did the convincing for him.

One drink turned into two, then three, and somehow the conversation switched to the matchmaking service.

Both Fives and Echo had girlfriends now, having met through Right to Love.

Rex has met them a few times, and they did seem like good partners, and Fives and Echo were happier than he’d ever seen them.

He was proud of them for moving on from the war and finding happiness. Rex couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy sometimes, wondering if he’ll ever get to experience that, too.

Rex mentioned how he’s been thinking about signing up for Right to Love, and that’s how they persuaded him to fill out the digital application right there with them at the bar.

“Aw c’mon Rex!” Fives clapped Rex’s shoulder. “You should try it out. Anyone is lucky to have you!”

Fives took a large swig of beer, slammed it down, and pulled out his datapad.

“The application is easy. I don’t know how they do it, but they work some kind of magic. My girl is perfect, the woman of my dreams. I don’t think I would have ever found someone like her without them!” Fives shoved his datapad over to Rex, wiggling his eyebrows. “You don’t even have to go in person. Let us help you, vod!”

A few more sips of liquid courage later, Rex was pressing submit on his application while Fives and Echo cheered him on.

The rowdy night continued, and Rex quickly forgot all about it.

Rex didn’t remember he followed through until the next morning when a notification chimed on his terminal.

He woke from his deep sleep, still recovering from the night before, reading the message with blurry eyes and a headache.

Dear Rex,

Thank you for choosing Right to Love Matchmaking Service, where everyone deserves the right to companionship!

We have received your application and are processing your submission.

A matchmaking representative will be reaching out to you shortly. Have a wonderful day!

Rex’s brain almost short-circuited, the hazy memory of Fives and Echo helping him fill out the form coming back to him.

Those kriffing di’kuts!

Rex panicked momentarily, not sure if he was ready for this. But he thought of how happy his brothers were, and maybe it was finally time for him to step out of his comfort zone.

Rex commanded battalions alongside Jedi in life-or-death situations, and yet here he was, afraid to go on one singular date.

To Rex’s surprise, the whole process was easier than expected. The representative that reached out to him was nice, eased some of his worries, and answered all the questions he had. At the end of the conversation, the representative said they already had a match for him.

You.

To his even greater surprise, your first date went fine.

Fantastic, even.

Rex was an anxious mess leading up to meeting you in person, but you were kind, patient, compassionate, everything he would want in a partner.

It was almost like this matchmaking service did its job.

The next morning after your first date, you comm’d him asking to meet again, saying you had a good time.

Rex responded immediately with a resounding yes, hoping he wasn’t coming off as too desperate.

Your second date was even better than the first, learning more about one another, and you talked for hours.

You both hadn’t realized how late it had gotten and completely lost track of time. The restaurant you met at for lunch was now finishing up the dinner rush, you two the last ones in the eatery.

Rex walked you back to your apartment, and you hugged him as you said good night.

Maker, he couldn’t stop thinking about the hug. How warm and soft you felt against him. How he could smell the faint floral aroma of your shampoo. How your eyes shined as you whispered good night. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, Rex was completely smitten.

He was feeling the pressure now, waiting for you to meet him in front of the Coruscant Botanical Gardens where you planned to meet for your date.

Rex was low-key fretting about what came next. Another hug? Maybe holding your hand? A kiss?

Rex swallowed thickly.

He wanted to take things slow and didn’t want you to feel pressured into anything.

If a quick hug from you made him feel this good, he couldn’t even imagine what a kiss would be like.

He could feel his palms begin to sweat. Before he could spiral anymore, he heard his name.

You were walking toward him, a large smile on your face.

“Hey, Rex!” You waved, stepping up to him. You stopped, hesitating for a moment. Little did Rex know, you were having the same thoughts. Maker, he’s so handsome, I want to kiss him! I hope he wasn’t weirded out by the hug from a few nights ago…but he agreed to meet me again so I guess I didn’t scare him off…

“I’ve lived on Coruscant my whole life, and never been to the gardens. Funny how that happens sometimes.” You laughed.

Rex nodded stiffly.

“I’ve never been here, either. But I’m glad we can experience it for the first time together.”

You blushed at his words, Rex’s ears feeling hot at his admission.

You smiled again. “Me too, Rex. Shall we?”

The gardens were huge and seemingly endless, growing flora from hundreds of planets. Rex was able to point out some, recognizing them from the war. He was well-traveled because of it.

You enjoyed hearing him speak of his past, his brothers, and the sometimes downright insane feats he was involved with during the war.

Your conversation was always easy, like you’ve known one another for years. You couldn’t believe how perfect he was and how comfortable you felt around him.

Was it too good to be true, though?

You wandered for a while, keeping up conversation. You eventually sat on a bench in a massive greenhouse, admiring the lush greenery around you.

You were silent for a few moments, Rex wondering if this was his chance.

He wanted to kiss you. He was going to ask you. He was a soldier, no, a Captain, dammit! He should have the courage to do this!

Rex took in a breath, knowing he had to get over his anxiety and just take the leap. It was now or never.

You heard Rex’s inhale and you felt worry stir in your gut. Here we go, he’s going to tell me he doesn’t want to meet again. The classic “it has been really fun but…”

“I’ve…enjoyed our dates.” Rex turned to you. “And I’ve enjoyed getting to know you. So, thank you.”

You raised your eyebrows, meeting his gaze, surprised at his comment.

“Rex, you don’t have to thank me. I’ve been enjoying them too. I like you a lot.” You fidgeted a little, blushing. Maybe I didn’t screw things up!

You took your own breath, continuing.

“I didn’t know what to expect when I signed up for the dating service…I went on some bad dates a while back and was kind of fed up with it all, you know? But I’m glad I took the chance on you.”

Rex felt some confidence rush through his veins. “Really?” He asked.

“You’re easy to talk to, kind, a good listener. Not to mention a complete gentlemen. It’s hard to find that.” Your cheeks were hot at your own words, suddenly too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

“I like you a lot, too.” Rex’s voice was low, and you felt something brush against your hand on the bench, looking down, and saw Rex’s hand barely touching yours.

You moved your hand closer, and Rex took your hand in his. You thought your heart might leap straight out of your chest. His hand was calloused, yet warm. Comforting.

“You’re brilliant, remarkable. Not to mention the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. I…I’m so happy I met you.”

“Oh, Rex…you mean that?” You’ve never had a man say those words to you with such sincerity.

“More than anything in my life. Can…can I ask you something?” Rex was almost whispering. You nodded, eyes wide, wondering what he wanted to say next.

“Can I kiss you?” Rex was gazing right at you, his heart pounding in his ears.

Warmth blossomed in your chest, entwining your fingers with his. You couldn’t keep the grin from spreading on your face, and Rex saw how your features lit up like the Tattooine suns.

“Yes…Rex. I thought you’d never ask.”

Rex could see the colors of the bright flowers that surrounded you in your eyes as he leaned toward you.

Rex stopped centimeters from your lips, bringing his free hand to tenderly cup the side of your face. Your breath hitched at the gentle gesture, your eyes fluttering closed in bliss as he shyly brushed his lips against yours.

For Rex, the world melted away. Did he die and go to heaven? Because that’s how he felt when your hand moved to his shoulder, your unbelievably soft lips pressing back into his in a chaste kiss.

All of his anxieties dissipated, forgetting why was so nervous about this date in the first place, all he could think about was you and how lucky he was in this moment.

You pulled away after what could have been hours, your eyes hooded, looking up at him, smiling, realizing you were still holding hands.

“Rex…” The way his name fell from your lips, husky and almost sensual, ignited a fire in him. He wanted to hear it again and again.

Rex released his hand from yours, bringing it to your other cheek, cradling your head with both his hands now with such reverence you thought you might faint.

“Was…was that ok?” He murmured, wanting more, but didn’t want to push your boundaries in any way.

“Yes…kiss me again, Rex. Pleas-mph!” Rex quickly slid his mouth against yours, still cradling your head as your arms wrapped around him, your words cut short by his lips.

The kiss was deep, passionate, just like him. You sighed against his mouth, Rex using the opportunity to sweetly lick your bottom lip, politely asking for entrance.

You eagerly obliged, excited by his newfound confidence. His tongue entered your mouth, eliciting another satisfied sigh from you and a groan from Rex. Your body to trembled against his in fervor, feeling his muscles flex under your hands.

Your lungs began to burn, needing oxygen but not wanting this kiss to end.

Your mouths moved as one, gripping one another like you were the last two people in the Galaxy.

You let out a small whine as Rex pulled away, both your lips swollen from the intensity, your faces flushed and your bodies on fire.

“Wow…” was all you could mutter, as Rex’s hands fell from your flushed face. “That was…”

“Incredible?” He mumbled. You nodded in agreement, leaning into him. Rex wrapped his arm around you, still seated on the bench.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since we first met,” Rex admitted, his thumb slowly caressing your arm.

You were quickly turning into mush seeing this new, romantic side of Rex emerge.

“Me too.” You couldn’t help but giggle, giddy at what had just taken place.

Rex brought you into him, embracing you in a hug, silently thanking his brothers for making him take the plunge and sign up for this dating service.

“I think we’ve seen enough plants for one day. Want to come back to my place?” You asked, nuzzling against his chest. “We could make dinner and watch a Holomovie?”

“I’d love to,” Rex answered as you looked up at him. “I’d really love to.” Rex hasn’t been sure about much since the war ended, trying to find purpose and meaning in a new Galaxy.

He was sure about one thing now, and it was you.

Things had changed so quickly.

It had started when your group of friends had seamlessly meshed with the 501st on their shore leave visits to 79s. Troopers looking for a good time delighted in your enthusiastic, playful companions and all kinds of shenanigans ensued. While you enjoyed their presence, you were never quite as adventurous as the rest, preferring instead to seek out meaningful conversation as you marveled at the beautiful individuality of each clone you met. 

So it was only natural that you found yourself in the booth with Captain Rex more often than not, while Fives danced like a madman with one friend and Jesse was ravaging another against a dark corner. There was something comforting about Rex’s presence. He exuded complexity – you could tell he cared deeply for his squad. He was incredibly insightful, notably wise, and an unmatched strategist. Not to mention brave and handsome. 

You also loved strategy – games like dejarik were among your favorites, and your line of work required you to be precise and tactful to accomplish specific purposes. So as your booth chats became more regular, you would find yourself lost in conversation with Rex, about anything and everything under the sun as you slowly unfolded to one another like a flower opening beneath gentle sun. Sharing a love for strategy led the two of you to develop a litany of inside jokes, mostly revolving around the use of military terms to describe common things in daily life. It became almost a code language of yours, where you had special greetings for one another and misleading names for various troopers and actions.  He seemed to share your affinity for accompanying his friends but not being there for quite the same reasons, so the two of you found solace in your easygoing banter, leaning closer to share theories with dramatic effect and throwing elbows when one of you got jostled by an overly-enthusiastic couple making out in the booth next to you. 

It had been such a relief that he wasn’t pushing for physical activity. You’d always been the type who needed a long time to build up to that, preferring instead to connect intellectually, establishing a foundation of friendship and camaraderie, then building emotional intimacy as the conversations grew more vulnerable, more personal. But one night after a particularly harrowing story of their recent mission, the pain in his amber eyes and the depth of his compassion and regret for all that the war entailed moved your heart in a new way, sending a thrill through your body. 

You’d kissed that night – a chaste, tender encounter on the chilly platform in front of the clone bar. The questions and answers dancing back and forth in your gazes had narrowed to a singular focus, a moment when everything seemed to quiet and he took a step forward, placing a feather-light hand on your cheek before leaning in slowly. When his lips met yours, the sheer bliss of it felt electrifying, and your arms were around him instantly. He pulled away with a tiny smile, a warmth in his eyes that you wanted to make your home in. 

But that was all before. 

Before utter chaos broke out and the entire galaxy was flipped on its head. The Jedi were gone, the Republic was now the Empire, and life as you had known it was a distant dream, replaced by new priorities and new demands. You felt lost in it all, adrift at sea with no lighthouse on the horizon, and your heart ached for all that had happened. After a particularly hellish week, you found yourself sitting on your couch in the dark, in your tiny apartment in the Coruscant underworld, slowly turning your comm device in your hands. There was nothing on the holo that could take your mind off of everything, nor had your attempt at reading been successful. Instead, you wondered… wondered if it was worth the risk… hoping against all hope but bracing yourself to be met with nothing. 

You pulled up Rex’s encrypted comm channel, one that you had used to exchange correspondence while apart, and tapped out a message. Taking a deep breath, you re-read your words over and over before pressing send. 

[[ANOTHER CHARLIE FOXTROT?]]

And then you waited. You took a shower, wandered around the kitchen, perused the holonet for any good news, and ultimately, went to bed with a sinking feeling that perhaps the end of the war had meant the end of Rex as well. It had been foolish for you to expect anything else. 

beep

You were confused for approximately one tenth of a second before scrambling through your blankets to grab the comm off of your nightstand, pulling it to your face and squinting in the bright light. You gasped aloud as the words from an incoming transmission met your eyes, and you rubbed your face to make sure you weren’t dreaming. But no, there they were, plain as day – 

[[COMPLETELY TANGO UNIFORM]]

He was alive. Oh, Maker, he was alive. It felt as though a beaming light had burst through the clouds of your life, illuminating a breath of hope and joy in an otherwise abysmal darkness. You replied immediately, cheeks hurting from the smile you were unable to wipe from your face. 

* * * 

brrring! 

You couldn’t even pretend to walk slowly as the doorbell signaled his arrival. It had been a week of coordinating as covertly as possible, precaution upon precaution… And now he was here. A quick glance through the peephole sent a thrill down your spine at the sight of his three-fingered signal held up in front of his cloaked form, and you flung the door open, pulling him in immediately. He stumbled in with a chuckle, regaining his balance and slowly pushing his hood back. His soulful eyes and short blond hair made your heart sing, and you flung your arms around him, unable to hold back any longer. 

“I can’t believe you’re here,” you whispered against his chest plate, eyes squeezed tightly shut as you soaked up every single second, still unable to trust that this was reality and not a dream. 

Minutes melted into hours as you enjoyed a warm meal together that you’d prepared while he relaxed in a hot shower. You couldn’t tear your eyes from each other’s faces as you finished with hot drinks that tingled all the way down to your stomachs, and when you curled up on the couch together, entwined like matching puzzle pieces, you let out a deep sigh of utter contentment. Your connection felt like a safe harbor in the middle of a storm, and you’d felt so utterly adrift that you couldn’t imagine needing anything more in that moment. There had been much to catch up on, and as you exhausted every thought and memory you’d endured while apart, you felt all the stress and despair melting away, just for tonight. You felt alive like never before, radiating with a vibrant need to make every second count, and the way he held you, shifting occasionally to bring you closer, showed his own yearning and contentment. 

It grew late, the raucous undercurrent of noise that constantly accompanied the busy level you lived on gradually fading to the background, and the silences between thoughts grew longer. You pushed yourself up, meeting his eyes and feeling your heart skip a beat again. It was as though everything had suddenly fallen into place, and your path forward was crystal clear. But you didn’t know if he felt the same. 

“Will you stay?” you said softly, so much weight in those three words that you hadn’t even intended, and he held your hand against his chest before pressing a kiss to your head. 

“If you’ll have me.”

* * * 

You got to see him semi-regularly from then on, which was beyond your wildest hopes. He was starting a covert operation from a seemingly-abandoned hangar on level 1313, which wasn’t too far from your own. Your new objectives at work provided you with a little bit of information that you were able to pass on, hopefully assisting him in his noble endeavors, and the evenings you spent together made all the chaos fade away, just for a while. You’d drift off to sleep wrapped in his arms, his warmth radiating from beneath his blacks, his breath tickling your shoulder, and the sight of him in the morning, bleary-eyed and sheepish, never failed to make your heart grow in your chest. 

It was one of those mornings when you’d shared another kiss. His hand was on the keypad as he was prepared to head out, not knowing when he would be able to return. He’d paused, turning back to you with inexplicable depth in his brown eyes, and he’d pulled his helmet off to set it on the nearby counter. Unspoken communication had been a strength from the start, and you met his embrace eagerly, pressing your cheek against him in a strong hug before pulling back. He didn’t release you, though, instead gazed back and forth between your eyes. This time it was you who leaned in, capturing his lips in a kiss that was more possessive than you’d expected, and you could feel his heart pounding against his chest beneath your hand when you finally separated. You’d brushed your fingers along his defined cheekbone, sneaking in one last peck on the lips before releasing him to the dangers of the galaxy. 

Weeks later, you were lost in thought while stirring a bubbling pot of sauce on the stove, listening to the splashes of water coming from the refresher where Rex was showering. Something had been awakened in you and had been growing in its intensity, demanding your attention and discernment. When he appeared in the hallway, rubbing the end of a towel over his head before draping it across his broad shoulders, your mouth went dry. He’d pulled his blacks back over his legs but had noticeably left his shirt behind, a few crystalline droplets of water still flecked across his defined torso. 

“That’s not fair,” you said, smirking at him as he leaned against the bar counter across from where you were cooking. His eyebrows lifted in mock innocence.

“What?” he said, as though he couldn’t possibly imagine what you were referring to.

“You can’t walk around like that,” you answered, gesturing at his tanned pecs with your stirring spoon. “Looking like that…” you continued, unable to take your eyes off of him. He could tell something had been brewing for a while, and he had never pushed, never rushed, but had met your growing levels of passion with his own. But this… “That’s some scorched earth warfare,” you finished, reveling in his delighted chuckle as you turned off the burner beneath the simmering pot. 

“I have no idea what you mean,” he insisted, pulling the towel off his shoulders and holding it in one outstretched arm, the other matching its gesture of helpless confusion. His playfulness was as endearing as his half-nakedness was intoxicating, and you sidled around to where he stood, swallowing hard before reaching out a tentative hand to stroke his stomach. He tensed slightly, but when you looked to his face there was nothing but a simmer of his own as he settled his hands gently on your waist. 

You put your other hand on his chest, gliding it across scars and what little hair there was, then reached it up over his shoulder, pulling him against you for a kiss that quickly evolved into open-mouthed caresses of tongues and lips. The quiet hum that rumbled in his chest as you explored every inch of his body, clothed and unclothed, was the final spark. His firm fingers cupping the back of your head as he turned his face against yours, kissing you again and again with increasing depth and fervor, ignited a fire in your core that blossomed across your entire body, and you pulled away with a gasp. 

“Rex…” you whispered his name like a prayer, the neediness in your tone surprising both of you. The way your bodies were pressed together, slight movements creating a maddening friction, rendered you nearly unable to speak. “I want you,” you murmured against his lips, both of your chests vibrating with rapid heartbeats. 

“I… you…,” he stuttered, eyes wide. He was playful and coy in familiar territories, but this was uncharted waters, and the facade immediately disappeared beneath the heat of your gaze and the confession of your words. “You sure?” 

“Yes,” you breathed, one hand resting over his heart, the other at the small of his back. “But it’s okay if you don’t,” you added hastily, realizing that perhaps his respectful patience had not been solely because of your own slowness in this area. 

“No,” he said quickly, a bit louder than he intended, startling you both and earning a quick giggle from you. “No,” he repeated more quietly, caressing your cheek with a hand. “It’s just… not something I’m… ah… familiar with.” 

“Well you know I’m not,” you smiled. Your endless conversations had covered this area as well, although where you had eventually been forthcoming about your avoidance of intimacy, waiting for something truly special, he had been a little more cryptic, and you had only assumed that he’d had plenty of opportunities. But whether he had or hadn’t, you’d never been more sure of anything in your life that you wanted to be with him. “But hey – there’s no pressure,” you added, leaning into his touch. “I just… Holy kriff,” you said, as though the realization were hitting you like a photon cannon, “I love you.” 

His smile grew wider, and he seemed to swell with joy at your words. He placed a tender kiss on your lips, lingering for an extra moment before pulling away. 

“And I love you.” 

* * * 

You’d been cuddling for ages, taking your sweet time enjoying each other’s naked bodies. Just his touch across your skin was sending shivers down your spine, fanning the flame of desire to be as close to him as possible, to feel every inch of him, to entwine your bodies and souls in a profound way. The breathing was getting heavier, the sighs and whispers punctuated by more ardent kisses, and as you stroked down the outside of his hip, reveling in the curve of his buttcheek and his muscular thigh, you could feel his hard length pressing against your leg, and a wave of tingles cascaded through you. 

He guided you onto your back, propping himself up on his elbow beside you, barely visible in the dark room. The outline of his shoulder was illuminated by the gentle glow that peeked around the curtains, as was the rest of his stately form. His hand grazed over your chest, catching your breath in your throat, and his lips found your neck, brushing down to your collarbone as he cupped a breast and ghosted his thumb across the perked nipple. You rolled your head to the side, offering yourself to his loving touch and trying to still your writhing form. 

His hand continued down your stomach, brushing across the top of your thigh before slipping between your legs. A breathy sigh escaped your lips as his fingertips found you, tentatively yet deliberately tracing your slick folds from bottom to top, and you tipped your hips, aching for more. He turned back to face you, kissing you on the lips again as he repeated the process with a slightly firmer touch. With every stroke, he was feeding the burning desire within, distracted only by the occasional tremble of his hand or elbow that indicated his own lack of confidence. Your fingers dug into his back, inviting and encouraging, and when he dragged his fingers up one last time, he caught the way you bit back a moan when he reached your clit, lingering there for a moment with tentative, gentle circles. 

You were reaching for him in the dark, wanting to feel his cock and make him ache as badly as you were. When your fingers found the base, you wrapped a hand around it, dragging a gasp from him as you carefully pulled, ever so slightly, before releasing it. There was something slick on your hand already, which surprised you, but his murmured apology in your ear about being too excited brought a levity that made you feel even closer. You teased him with curious fingers, leaning down to trace along his balls and up the bottom of his shaft, feeling him twitch beneath your hand. 

“Come here,” you whispered, nudging him with an arm to invite him on top of you. He nestled himself between your legs, holding himself up with knees and elbows as he stroked a heavy hand over your hair, cupping your head to bring his lips to yours again and again. You shifted your legs to either side, opening yourself up to him and feeling a thrill run across you as the cool air of movement met your wet pussy. His tip brushed against you, both of you tensing in delight and anticipation, and he pulled up for a moment, face inches from yours. 

“You sure?” he asked quietly, shivering as you stroked one leg along his. You nodded, whispering a nearly-begging affirmative that washed over him like morning sun. He shifted a little, poking around once or twice before finding your entrance and pushing the tip inside. Fireworks exploded behind your eyes, and your hands stroked encouragement across his back as he hovered there for a moment before slowly, cautiously, painstakingly inching in further. He pressed his forehead against yours, sharing your air with heavy breaths while you thanked the Maker for the implanted birth control that you’d gotten ages ago and had many times cynically wondered why. The sensation of your slick, swollen walls against his cock was mind-blowing, and you could swear you heard a single curse word amid the pants falling from his lips, bringing a smile to your cheeks as he sank into you. 

“Good?’ he whispered, his back muscles tense as he waited for your response. You tilted your hips slightly, granting him deeper access, and your whispered “yes” was followed by the fulfilling sensation of the base of his cock pressing against your clit as he bottomed out, mind abuzz with absolute euphoria as he felt you move and sigh blissfully around him. You cupped the back of his head, tilting your face up to kiss him again, and the two of you sat there for a moment, soaking in the intense connection and utter fullness you felt, wrapped around each other as you were. He pulled his hot body up a little, allowing a fresh chill to slip between you as he began to move. 

“Holy kriff,” you gasped. You’d been delighted at the intoxicating feeling of his warm, hard cock inside of you, but the way it dragged along your walls, sending waves of pleasure radiating across your body, had you in a state of near delirium. “Good kriff, good kriff,” you reassured as he paused, alert and cautious. Your hands dug into his perfectly plump buttcheeks, feeling his muscles ripple as he thrust slowly, intentionally, muttering his own enamored disbelief against the side of your cheek. “Oh my gosh,” you whispered over and over, fueling his own passion as your fingers raked up his back and you gripped the back of his neck with one hand. His intensity was growing quickly, and the ecstasy rolling over you was increasing to match as he moved more deliberately against you. The gentle slap of his skin against yours joined the hushed moans and restrained praises as he moved faster and faster. One hand grasped a breast with an almost frantic fervor, and he shuddered as he realized his nearing climax with a hint of terror. 

“I’m… what…” He could barely form words, his brows furrowed tightly as his forehead met yours again. 

“Just go,” you murmured, completely lost in the incredible sensation of his passion. You pulled him close, whispering nonsensical encouragement as his thrusts became erratic and he let out a hoarse breath. He felt even more amazing inside of you as his throbbing cock filled you with his release, coating both of you with slick warmth as he continued to move. He gradually slowed his movements, panting in utterly spent relief and pleasure as he came to a halt, resting inside of you with a few lingering twitches. You wrapped your legs around his, holding him close for a moment as you lingered in vibrant connection and euphoric thrill. 

He pulled out slowly, shifting to lay beside you and wrapping you in his arms. You turned to face him, shifting your thighs together and feeling the mess between them, and stroked from his forehead to his neck as he rested his cheek on your shoulder, his breaths tickling your neck. 

“That was amazing,” you whispered, still vibrating.

“Incredible,” he panted, an appreciative hand resting on your hip. “But… But you… um…” 

“It’s okay,” you laughed, too intoxicated by the joy of it all to care. You felt deeply satisfied, as though a whole new world had opened up to you, and the fact that it was with him made you wonder what you’d done to deserve such a life. He grumbled his disapproval but didn’t press, instead allowing you to snuggle further against him as you slipped one leg between his and nestled your face against his chest. Neither of you could get enough, hands lightly stroking along arms and sides, cheeks and legs, until you slowed into blissful stillness and pressed one last kiss to his chest. 

“I want to do that again,” he murmured, earning another giggle from you. 

“Ditto,” you admitted, smiling against his skin. 

“But next time, I’m gonna get you,” he poked, and you could hear the faint wisp of insecurity beneath the joking levity. Shifting up to lay your head on the pillow next to his, you caressed his cheek in fond admiration. 

“You’ve got me,” you answered, a sheepish smile accompanying your cheesy words. He chuckled, capturing your lips in another mind-melting kiss. 

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Your entire front is pressed against the transparisteel window of your room, knowing full well anyone passing by could see you both. Your apartment isn’t that far from the transport lanes below and at this time of day, the suns setting and the waning light of dusk illuminates every single thing that could be going on inside.

Rex’s fists are in your hair, pulling your face back enough for him to watch your expressions with every ruthless snap of his hips. Both of you had gone too long without seeing each other between his long missions and your long nights at Holonet News headquarters. So that ultimately led to how you were now, absolutely tearing into each other passionately.

You were whining and whimpering and calling his name louder with each thrust, the throbbing width of him hitting a spot so deep inside your guts it made you see stars. “Rex…more. More. Please. Harder. I can take it. Please.” You begged, tears of ecstasy dripping down your cheeks as the overwhelming feeling of erotic delight coursed through you.

His fist in your hair maneuvered your head back and onto his shoulder, the center of his broad, powerful hips driving himself upward to split you open more. “I know you can. Ner mesh’la…such a good girl. You must look so fucking good out that window. Turn back around. Show the whole planet how pretty you are when I’m fucking you.” He grunted, pressing his palm between your shoulder blades to push your breasts against the window.

He buried his face in your neck and nipped and sucked deep purple hickies all along the skin, smoothing over each one with his fingertips curling a possessive grip around you now. You smiled and giggled in delight as the swell of pleasure rushed to your core to meet his thrusts, a cascading, warm tingling overwhelming your insides. “So good Rex. You’re so good. I love it. I love when you fuck me…want everyone to see how much…” you mutter, the words catching in your throat as his last jerk into your pussy took your breath away.

“That’s right. Proud of how good my girl takes her Captain. Just want to show you off. Nobody takes my cock better than you, mesh’la. I can’t stop thinking about how you feel. The whole..fuck- the whole fucking mission..stars you’re so tight…” He tossed his head back and moaned, his hands sliding down to lift your leg and plow in harder.

Suddenly, your eyes locked with a familiar sight you absolutely weren’t expecting. 501st blue. Men you recognized. Rex’s men. You slammed your palm on the window to get Rex’s attention and pointed to where Fives, Kix and Echo were staring with jaws dropped up in disbelief at their Captain balls deep in a display so lewd even they couldn’t imagine it. “Rex…they can see us. Your-” you close your eyes and moan illicitly as his pounding cock hits a particularly sensitive spot in you and sends molten pleasure rocketing through your core. “Rex- your men! Should we stop?” You offered, turning to look over your shoulder at him.

His eyes were wild, pupils dark and lids heavy with lust. A dark, determined and almost ferocious scowl deepened on his face and he smirked back at you. Suddenly, his face was directly beside yours, one arm circling around your waist as he positioned your hips perfectly to rub your clit between his fingers. “Never. Give them a show, mesh’la. You’re mine and now they’ll know it. So let’s show them how only a Captain can make you come this good.” He growled, a final snap of his hips making your throbbing walls collapse around him.

The blinding heat of arousal exploded in your belly as you turned to meet the gaze of men that would never in a million years guess their Captain was capable of something this lascivious. Your mouth dropped open in pleasure as Rex’s name spilled out loud enough to be heard over any of the transport lane traffic passing by below. The numbing sensation washed over you and made all the muscles in your body tense under Rex’s overwhelming touch. His hands held you against the glass, his chest pressed into your spine as he thrust one, two, three times more. You writhed under him as your vision went spotty but your eyes stayed open to watch his men drooling over you in utter disbelief.

You could feel his cock twitch in your wall’s vice grip, warm spurts of his own sticky release filling up the empty space eagerly awaiting his return from his last tour of duty. Your fluttering walls coaxed every last drop of him inside you and you felt him shake violently before resting his head on your shoulder in exhaustion. He panted softly, ghosting gentle kisses along your shoulder and tangling his fingers with yours on the window.

He giggled in satisfaction, giving his boys still blinking up in shock at us from their taxi a mock salute. “Look at them. Bunch of jealous di’kuts. I’m putting them on desk duty tomorrow for staring at you too long.” He lifted his head, the warm, loving brown eyes sparkling with pride and happiness now that he’d spent all his energy with exactly the person he needed.

You leaned in and kissed him passionately, your hand resting on the side of his cheek. “Don’t be too hard on them, Rex. I think they’re just surprised by how you’re spending your shore leave.” You giggled, massaging away the cute grumpy angry scowl on his brow now. “You’re just not as by the book as they thought. And that’s good. That’s what makes you such a respectable and…talented Captain.”

Later on, when Rex gets back to barracks with you in tow, Fives, Kix and Echo can barely make eye contact. Rex stops in front them and demands they stand at attention. “I think we can all be mature here and…keep this under wraps.”

“I’d hope you kept it wrapped.” Kix said raising his brows suggestively and trying desperately to keep a straight face.

Echo snorted, closing his eyes to keep from bursting into laughter.

“Hey! Uncalled for…” Rex countered, pointing a scolding finger at Kix.

“What’s gotten into you, Captain?” Echo asked, taking a deep breath and trying to swallow down the hysterical laughter.

“Oh we know exactly what, well- who he’s been getting into.” Fives quipped, finally making the other two lose it with laughter.

You looked at Rex, his face blushing 10 shades redder than usual and you leaned your head on his shoulder. He ran his palm down his face, totally unamused by the three clowns he had to manage.

You giggled and kissed his cheek, “don’t worry, baby. After what they’re going to hear from us later tonight, we’ll see just who’s laughing. They’ll be begging you for pointers, Rex.”

Hunter

Hunter is a light sleeper and immediately notices when you crawl out of bed, no matter how quiet you try to be. He watches you as you move through your shared house and gather things he hasn't seen before; a lighter and a folded paper shape all packed into a cloth bundle. But he doesn't intervene, sensing that it must be something important to you yet not urgent as your heart rate stays low.

When he realises you want to leave the house, he stops you gently with an arm around your wrist, asking where you're going.

You hesitate for a second, looking down at his arm and then back at his face. "I light a lantern every year," you explain briefly because you're already running late and Hunter doesn't push.

He never asked about your family before but it's clear as day to him when he sees the way you interact with Omega and how you flinch every time she runs head-on into a battle and he sees a bit of himself in you.

"I'll come with you," he offers and your immediate reaction is 'no'. This was your something personal to you but the more you look at him, the more you realise that maybe you don't want to carry this alone anymore.

The two of you walk hand-in-hand, no words passing between as you lead the way. Once you find the perfect spot, you let go of him and unfold the little bag you packed, your hands going through the familiar motions of checking for tears in the paper as you set everything up.

Hunter sits down on the ground, giving you space as you work.

"My kid," you start, breaking the silence, "They were caught in crossfire. They weren't supposed to even be there but now—" You break off, shaking your head as the memories replay.

"I'm sorry," Hunter says even if he knows it won't change anything. "I don't know what I would do with myself if something happened to Omega. But I'm glad you're in her life. She deserves a father figure."

"Yeah… I don't know what I'm doing either," you confess and it's the most vulnerable Hunter has ever seen you. "And… you're a good father for her, Hunter."

"Thanks… I don't think I could manage without you by my side. Not after everything." Hunter looks down at where you're assembling the lantern.

"How long has it been?" He asks cautiously after you finally light the lantern and it ascends into the dark sky.

"Twelve years now. They would've been nineteen now. Still feels like yesterday." You don't look at him as you say it, your eye follow the light as it grows smaller. I'll love you forever, my little one.

Then finally your eyes drift back to Hunter who's gaze is still turned towards the sky and an idea strikes you as you reach for your bag again and take out another lantern, holding it out for Hunter.

"Why?" He asks but still reaches for it.

"For the one you lost. I know you're thinking about him," you say as you're handing over the lighter too.

"I failed to protect him," Hunter sighs and you place a hand on his shoulder, knowing that grief intimately. "I should've been more insistent on staying on Pabu. We should've never gone to Eriadu. Tech should've—" Hunter broke off as a tear ran down his cheek and you leaned down to kiss his temple.

"You can't blame yourself for that forever. Trust me, it won't make it better. All we can do is cherish the memories we had with them."

Hunter nods and you both watch in silence as the second lantern ascends into the sky, joining yours in the vast sky.

Tech

Tech notices that you're preparing something days before. He sees you checking the weather forecast multiple times and packing a small bundle that you hide under your bed.

He logs it mentally but doesn't ask. It's not something where he needs to intervene right now and if you want to share it with him, you will.

Unfortunately for him, his curiosity is rising and after nothing happens for a few days, he's close to asking you.

When you do get up one night and dress quietly while he's still working on one of his projects, he watches you. You don't ask him to join you and after you leave, he waits a few minutes before following you.

He finds you sitting on a log somewhere remote with a lantern half-unfolded in your lap and once he comes close, you don't look surprised to see him.

"You could've just asked, you know," you say, "Instead of lurking."

"I was conducting an experiment on the behaviour of the animals at night."

"Without your datapad?" You ask and Tech looks down at his hands, realising he left it behind in his haste to follow you.

"Ah."

"Just… sit down, Tech," you point to the log next to you and he sits dutifully, hands folded in his lap as he watches you finish setting up the lantern as if you've done it a hundred times before.

"Every year. Same night, same place," you start and Tech waits for you to continue. "I had a kid. They died. Crossfire during a battle and I— I wasn't fast enough."

Tech's mouth opens. Then closes again. Then opens. "That is—" He stops. "I'm sorry. That must have been terrible."

"It was." You light the lantern and let it go, watching it ascend into the sky. Tech watches it rise with you. Then you reach into your bag and pull out a second one.

"Who's that for?" Tech asks.

"For you… for… whoever you lost."

"Thank you. I have been rather lucky so far. I don't need one but… tell me more about your child. I want to know what they were like."

"Bright," you start and lean your head on his shoulder as you both watch the stars above you. "And kinder than I ever could be."

The two of you sit together for a long time until a shiver runs down your spine and as you walk back together to your house, you realise it wasn't so bad to share this with Tech.

Wrecker

Wrecker is immediately aware that something is off. You're not usually as bright of a person and it's not that you're sad — he's seen you sad — but you're quiet. Like, you're not laughing at his jokes or rolling your eyes when he lifts something that he'll regret later when his joints act up.

He doesn't push though, he knows that sometimes things need to come out on their own and you appreciate his patience.

That night, you planned to go on your own but as you sit and cuddle together on the couch with Wrecker, your eyes fall on a picture frame on the wall. In it were six people; five men and a little girl.

And one of them you've never met; Tech. You've heard a lot about the genius and what he was like but mostly from Omega. The others are always hesitant to talk about him and you can't shake the feeling that they blame themselves for it, especially Wrecker.

It is then that you decided to take Wrecker with you once it was dark outside.

"Where are we going?" He asks as you pull him along.

"I… had a kid," you start.

"What happened to them?" He says even though he has a feeling where this is going.

"I didn't protect them enough. I didn't— I couldn't—" You pause, taking a breath. Even after all these years it's hard for you to talk about. "They got caught in crossfire."

"I'm… sorry. That must be difficult for you."

"You learn to live with it," you reply as you finally arrive in the spot you had in mind. Then, "I light a lantern for them every year. It reminds me of the light they brought into my life."

"That's… beautiful," Wrecker mutters as he watches you set up two lanterns. "What's the other one for?"

"You lost someone too. I thought that maybe…" you go quiet, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious at your assumption that he would want to join in your tradition.

"Oh…Tech." Wrecker looks down at the lantern. "He did love the sky with his stupid maneuvers that always scared me. I think I'd like to light one for him."

You smile slightly, and you offer him the lantern. After lighting them both, you let them go and watch them disappear together in the sky, sitting arm in arm.

Crosshair

Cross has never been one who's good with feelings or confrontation but he is good at noticing when something is off. At first he worries that it was something he did and that you are mad at him but usually you would confront him in those cases.

So he had nothing left but to wait for something to happen.

It happens when he is on one of his late night walks to calm his mind and he finds you in a small clearing, bend over something on the floor. He tries not to intrude but he isn't as sneaky as he once used to be.

"I know you're here, Cross," you say, still assembling the lantern in front of you. "You can stop hiding in the tree line."

He huffs but walks over to you, plopping down on the floor with his arms crossed and a new toothpick between his teeth. "What are you doing?"

"Lighting a lantern."

"I can see that," he grumbles, "Why are you doing that?"

You smile a little at his attitude, it is one of his most endearing traits in your eyes. "I had a kid. This is for them," you explain.

"You're a dad?" Crosshair's tone softens unexpectedly.

"Was, yeah."

"What happened to them?" He asks carefully.

"A battle… They ran out and I was too late too stop them. The crossfire got them." The memories flashed before your eyes and you closed them for a moment. "I light a lantern for them every year now."

"I'm sure they appreciate it," Crosshair remarks as you light the lantern. He reaches out for your hand and laces your fingers together as you watch it rise into the darkness.

Silence settles between you two before Crosshair eyes you suspiciously as you take out another lantern.

"For you. For Tech and Mayday and anyone else you lost." you say but he doesn't take it and you simply place it in front of him. "Suit yourself." You pack up the last of your things and leave him alone in the clearing because you can see the emotions warring in his eyes.

You were proven right once you're almost home and look back towards the forest, seeing another lantern rise from the crowns of the tree and you smile to yourself. Maybe later you two could share more about the people you lost but for now both of you need to stew in the memories by yourself.

Echo

Echo and you both have lost important people in your life but usually you both don't talk about it. You don't want to drown in the sadness.

However, you gave yourself one day to grieve and celebrate the death of your child so all feelings could be let out on one day. It was on that day that Echo found you by accident in a small corner of the island, fiddling with an unlit paper lamp.

"Couldn't sleep?" He asks and you shake your head as he comes closer. "What's this?"

You tell him the whole story of your kid, the battle, how the medics were too late. And you tell him of your tradition. Echo doesn't interrupt, he's experienced enough loss in his life to know not to rush you.

Afterwards, he sits down next to you, offering you a space to lean on him if you need it. You don't. Instead, you hand him a second lantern. "For whoever you lost."

He stares at you for a minute, feelings and memories surfacing that he tried to long to suppress. Then, "Fives," he finally says. The name comes out like broken glass. "And Hevy. And Cutup and Droidbait. And everyone else I lost during the war, especially the ones who died while I wasn't there. The ones who were slaughtered while I was in that kriffing cryo pod."

His voice cracks and you place a hand on his shoulder but you don't say anything because there is nothing to say.

"I miss the person I was before the citadel too," he whispers after a few minutes. "Before the experiments. I miss him even though he's me."

You both light your lanterns together then. Echo's hand shakes and you cover it with yours. You watch them rise together, following them longer than necessary, when they have long disappeared.

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Two days, half a current rotation. One large celebratory dinner, half eaten rations. You kept track of the number of hours you had been on Coruscant, you tried to eat more than just one dinner and some rations, but the near loss of your home planet had been a lot to carry on your shoulders.

So many good soldiers lost their lives to save your little back water trade route, but they assured you it was essential for the Republic to set up a care center and base of operations there.

You didn’t argue back.

You now had to face the threat of hundred’s, maybe even thousand’s of Senators, arguing on whether or not you- or your contribution is worth having within the senate.

You quickly realized that there were two sides in the Senate, the vindictive, cruel, money driven senators who often side with the banking clan, and the kind hearted, caring senators who always try to fight for the right thing.

You picked your side pretty quickly.

Senator Organa, Amidala, and Chuchi all became good friends of yours, helping you with some of that burden you carried on your shoulders, offering help and advice which definitely had lightened your load a bit.

You were currently sitting in your office, one hand in your hair as the other was scribbling on paper, writing signatures on bills for your friends in the Senate. You heard the door to your office open but you didn’t even bat an eye to who entered, just giving them a curt wave as you moved onto the next stack of papers.

You had a small guard squad assigned to you, but you had been so busy these last couple of days so you just didn’t have the time to greet them or ask for their names. “I need an assistant.” You muttered to yourself as you pushed the stack of papers away, leaning back to look at the ceiling.

“Anything I can help with? Senator?” A voice called up, and you jolted in your seat, turning your head in the direction of the voice, seeing one of the guards standing beside your desk. You let out a sigh of relief, offering the armored man a gentle smile. “perhaps… thank you for the offer…” You trailed off, silently asking for the clone's name.

“I’m Commander Thorn.” He introduced, and you smiled a bit brighter, standing as you offered a handshake to him, which he took politely. “Y/n L/n- though- i guess you already knew that.” You chuckled, placing your hands on your hips.

“I apologize if I've seemed unfriendly to you and your brothers, I've just had so much on my plate.” You sighed, glancing at your work before shaking your head.

“It’s no problem at all, Senator. We understand.” Thorn stated, giving you some consolation on your quiet behavior. “Right, well I think it’s time I get to know your squad some more, hm?” You suggested, grabbing your commlink and your jacket, walking out of your office with Thorn right behind you.

There were a few clones guarding your door, and as you walked the hallways beside the commander, they stayed guarding your office. Thorn took you to the main mess hall in the GAR, knowing that it would be where his Marshall Commander and other brothers would be.

He also gave you a small tour around the GAR per your request, and you had some friendly short chats with a couple other clones before entering the mess hall.

It was packed with hundreds of clones, the room went silent when they noticed you, a fancily dressed Senator, but regardless Thorn helped you get some food from the line up. He told you to skip the line but you were adamant on waiting your turn.

Once you had your tray of food Thorn led you over to one of the tables already filled with clones wearing red armor. One of them caught your eye, he had dark short hair, but there was a silver streak running through the left side of his hair. He stared at you before standing in greeting.

“Senator. I didn’t know you’d be joining us.” The man stated, and you offered a light smile. “I decided I needed to get to know the men protecting me. Thorn has been very helpful so far but I'd like to know the rest of you too.” You explained as you sat down at the table, Thorn sitting beside you.

“Right… Well these are Commanders Thire and Stone. Beside Stone is Sergeant Hound.” The clone introduced, and each clone waved or saluted. You waved in response, turning your head to look at the man who was already staring at you.

“So you must be Marshall Commander Fox.” You mused, and the man nodded. “Well it’s wonderful to meet you all, I hope you don’t mind me joining you.” You stated, readying your meal to be eaten.

“Not at all, Senator. You're welcome to join us.” Commander Thire spoke up, and you sent him a thankful look before biting into your sandwich.

Fox narrowed his eyes at you slightly, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched you talk with his brothers. Eventually you felt your commlink going off and you started cursing as you fumbled to get up an answer. “Shit! i forgot I had a stupid meeting.” You hissed, grabbing your tray as you smiled at the men.

“Excuse me, I must go. It was very nice meeting you all.” You expressed, throwing out the food from your tray before setting the tray to the side. Fox then stood up, it being his turn to escort you places, following you out in a brisk walk as you hurried from the GAR back to the senate building to get there in time for your meeting.

When you got to the room you turned to Fox, offering him a smile. “Thank you for escorting me, you are free to do as you please.” You started quickly before entering the room.

However Fox didn’t leave. Even as your meeting went on for hours he stood outside until you were the last to leave. He noticed how exhausted you looked, and sighed. “To your quarters?” He asked, however you shook your head.

“No, I am done for the day, I will return back to my apartment.” You stated. Fox nodded and led you to the building where many senator’s resided, already knowing your apartment number even if you didn’t.

Once you got to the door that led to your chambers you turned to Fox, and spoke.

“I’m sorry if I've offended you in the past couple of days. Being a Senator of such a small planet- it's hard work that I'm not used to.” You breathed out, running your hand through your hair as you stared up at him. He noticed something shining in your eyes, and he wouldn’t lie…

You’ve piqued his interest, more than anyone else ever has.

“I was raised on a farm, I led my community since I was a teenager… They voted for me to become Senator when we sided with the republic. If I'm honest I should have said no.” You joked, opening your apartment door before turning to Fox again, biting your bottom lip.

“Will I see you tomorrow?” You asked, and Fox thought for a moment before he nodded. “Yes, I'll be here in the morning. You’ll have guards stationed outside if you need anything however. Keep your Com on.” He instructed, and you nodded, giving him another look before finally shutting the door.

After that, little walk breaks with Fox became a regular thing, along with the fact that he always brought you home, and was always there in the morning to pick you up. You didn’t see him much in the afternoon, so you looked forward to the evening’s with the Commander.

You and Fox grew closer, and to think he despised you at first- or at least was very untrusting. But now he trusted you alot, he learned all about you, personality wise and… otherwise. Though even as the Republic… rebranded… Fox stayed by your side, permanently transferring as your bodyguard, giving orders when he needed too.

But you helped him lose faith in the republic he had worked so hard to keep peaceful. You resigned as Senator, and withdrew your planet’s support from the Empire, despite their resistance. However you had the backing of millions of people on your home planet…

You and Fox started a rebel alliance cell on your planet, and explored the feelings that had bloomed between you. Fox was gay as fuck, that he found out pretty fast after leaving the Empire with you.

And you were… open to anything he threw your way.

You were perfect for him.

And you knew it.

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