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Series [Ongoing]: The Last Word [Fives x OFC]

After surviving a massacre on her home planet and rebuilding her life as a medic with the 104th, Mal’s world is thrown back into chaos when she transfers to the 501st and dives into a search for answers that she had abandoned a long time ago. Up against forces that she doesn’t understand and unwittingly a participant in a race against time, Mal turns to her new battalion for help.  Fives just wants his brothers to heal after the horrors of Umbara, and he doesn’t trust this new medic is telling them everything.

Mal and Fives' struggle to save those they care about comes together in unexpected ways, and, despite their best efforts, they find themselves thrust together in a battle for the future of a galaxy far, far away.

Series/One Shots [On-going]: My 150 Follower Celebration

Some spicy requests from some very special moots to celebrate this lovely community of clone girlies (gn). Includes Rex x F!Reader, Jesse x GN!Reader, Fives x F!Reader, and Wolffe x F!Reader

One Shot: Promise Me [Jesse/F!Reader, Rex/F!Reader]

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

One Shot: Bad Habits [Fives/F!Reader]

You try to can try to break your bad habits all you want, but somehow you always end up here, with Fives.

One Shot: In His Sights [Crosshair/F!Reader]

As the Bad Batch’s medic, you’re used to seeing the details so you can pick up on changes in your boys. As the team’s sniper and an enhanced clone, Crosshair’s got the best vision of the batch. Somehow, neither of you can see what’s right in front of your faces.

One Shot: Heartbeat [Fives/F!Reader] 

You wake up to find that you’re trapped in a cave with Fives. As oxygen dwindles and every breath you take is a countdown to death, you’re forced to confront your feelings for the ARC Trooper.

One Shot: Fields of Gold [Jesse/GN!Reader]

Jesse is home on leave, and he has a special surprise planned for you. Inspired by an absolutely beautiful piece of Jesse art by cobaltbeam

Drabble/One Shot: Shadows of Ryloth [Keeli/Unnamed Fem!OC] 

As the end nears, Master Di reflects and confronts his Captain about secrets poorly kept [Trying to fix my writer’s block with a little one-shot/drabble AU if Master Di had a padawan and she and the prettiest clone fell in love. SFW and NO MASTER/PADAWAN. Just 700+ words of angst.]

AND COMING SOON… [More details on the way!]

Series: TBD [Jesse/OFC!Reader]

[Excerpt from Chapter Four]

Fives followed a familiar path to Rex’s office. The durasteel hallways were empty while everyone was in the mess hall, and the only sound was the rhythmic echo of his boots against the floor. Usually, Fives appreciated these quiet moments alone. He loved his brothers, and he knew he could be as loud as any of ‘em, but moments where he could hear himself think were precious and far apart when in an army of millions.  There was nothing solitary about this moment, though. His thoughts marched beside him, louder than the clang of his footsteps, with memories as all-consuming as the vacuum of space. It wasn’t until Fives reached Rex’s door that he snapped out of the deep trance. There were voices on the other side.

The blast door slid open just as Fives raised his hand to knock. He stepped back to let General Skywalker and General Kenobi walk out.

“Hello there, Fives,” Kenobi greeted him as Anakin nodded.

“Evening, Generals.” He saluted the Jedi. “Commander Tano.”

The Togruta followed behind the Masters, buzzing with an excitement that Fives knew could only mean a new mission. Good, Fives thought. He was itching for a fight. They had been on the sidelines since Umbara, which hadn’t been that long ago, but the memories had a settled into his mind like a fine dust and he was ready to shake them away. Blaster fire and busting up a bunch of clankers should do the trick.

“Be nice to Rex,” Ahsoka winked at Fives and he felt his icy mood melt just a little. Ahsoka’s good moods were infectious around the 501st. When she was happy, they all had to be. “He just spent hour trying to rein in Skyguy's battle plans.”

Her master shot a look of annoyance at the padawan and the clone before he chuckled and shrugged.

“She’s not wrong.” Anakin flashed a brazen grin at the ARC trooper.

“I’m shocked, General.” Fives smiled back before he turned to Ahsoka with a wink of his own. “And when have I ever bothered Rex?”

All three Jedi laughed at that.

“Have a good evening, Fives.” Anakin bowed his head before the Jedi turned back to their journey, likely back to the Temple.

“You too, Sirs.”

Fives stepped into the dark office space. Rex sat at his desk, massaging his temples, as he frowned at a holomap glowing in the dim light.

“Tano and Kenobi act like Skywalker’s the crazy one, but they’re all just as bad.” Rex groaned, not looking up at Fives. 

“We’ll make the most of their plans and take whatever the Seppies throw at us.” Fives settled into one of the chairs across from Rex. “You know that, Captain.”

“Of course,” Rex pressed his thumb to a button on his desk, and the holomap disappeared. The lights returned to the room, and he leaned back into his chair, taking on the quiet calm that came from being alone with an old friend. “What’s on your mind, Fives?”

Fives sighed. He never could keep anything from Rex. Maybe it was because they were brothers, or maybe it was because Rex had known him since he was a shiny on his first mission. Sometimes, he suspected it was because he was similar to Rex in ways the blonde clone would never admit. Whatever it was, Rex could tell he wasn’t just in his office for a nightcap.

“The new medic… what’s her deal?” Fives asked, hoping his voice was more neutral than he felt.

“Mal?” Rex raised an eyebrow at him. “Comes highly decorated and recommended from the 104th. Took everything I had to pry her from Wolffe.”

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah, he hung up on me the first three times I asked.”

“We need medics that bad?” Fives frowned.

“Not just medics. We need the best medics.” Then Rex laughed. “Come on, Fives. You know that better than anyone. Kix is ready to ban you from the medbay.”

Fives tried to smile at the joke but found it refused to come. Instead, he kept thinking about her.

“And she’s the best?” 

“What’s on your mind, Fives?” Rex repeated. “You’re usually not this shy about sharing.”

“Dunno…” She’s hiding something. He wanted to shout, but instead, he hesitated. They did need medics, and they needed good ones. If she was that good, his brothers would be better off with her around. “Just have some questions about her, is all.”

“Well, I’m here if you need anything.” Rex reached for his datapad, sensing the conversation was over. “Just try not to kill her or kriff her.”

Fives finally forced a laugh as he stood with a small salute.

“Roger, roger.”

Fives shut the door behind him, leaving Rex to his plans. The silent hallways that lined his path back to the barracks were even louder on his return route. Mal’s face swam before him. A flash of her laugh and the parting of her full lips melted into the image of her stoic greeting. He thought of how she shifted in her seat at the mention of Takodana. There was no doubt about it. Mal was hiding more than just their night together, and Fives would have to keep an eye on her until he found out what it was.

Master Di had feigned ignorance for months now. He pretended he didn’t see the first moment that they had locked eyes and he just kept pretending after that. Maybe he should have intervened right away but the war pulled his attention from his Padawan. After all, she was nearly ready for her trials and had proved herself time and time again. He assumed the diliances of youth would fade as time went on. So he ignored it. Now though, he couldn’t pretend anymore. His Padawan and his commanding officer were embracing right in front of him. 

They were pressed against the shadows of the rocky terrain, oblivious to any eyes watching from the darkness of the night. It was a well hidden spot. Only someone who hadn’t been able to sleep and walked far from camp, perhaps to ease his own troubled mind, would have stumbled upon them. Unfortunately, that meant that Master Di watched as his padawan wept and Keeli pulled her into his arms.

“I don’t want to go.” She let out a small sob into his chest. “Not without you.”

“I know.” He ran a hand through her hair, tilting her face up to his. “But you have to. These are our orders.”

“But you and Master Di…” She stuttered.

“I will protect him and he will look after me. We’ll see you again soon but we need you to lead Cham and the resistance to safety.”

“You swear you’ll be okay?”

“Yes.” 

Master Di could hear what Keeli didn’t say, that as long as he knows that she is safe, he will be okay. He knew those unspoken words because he felt the same. He envied the Jedi who didn’t grow attached to their padawans. He couldn’t imagine feeling anything but a deep fatherly love for her and, when he thought about it, that had a lot to do about why he ignored the obvious, budding relationship between her and Keeli. He wanted her to be happy and he wanted her to be loved. He slipped back to his tent, leaving the couple alone in the dark.

She left with the first wave of refugees in the early morning light. In the chaos of the retreat, there was no time for goodbyes or soft words. Instead, Master Di and Keeli stood side-by-side, watching her retreat. She glanced over her shoulder, sending them a small wave. Keeli saluted her, letting his eyes linger just for a moment as she turned on the blurrg and began to lead the families over the mountain.

…

Now, they wait at the base of the ravine. Tension ripples through the men and small clicks echo off the walls like raindrops on stone as they check and recheck their weapons. Master Di stands next to his captain, the only one of the men who isn’t fidgeting. 

“Captain, I must confess. I saw you last night.” Master Di’s words are light but meaning is deeply intertwined with every syllable.

Keeli’s face reveals nothing. He isn’t going to flinch unless he is given no choice. So Master Di changes his course and meets him head on.

“With my Padawan.”

“Ah.” When Keeli finally flinches, it is no more than the slightest twitch of his jaw. Di smiles just a bit as he admires his Captain’s courage.

“Keeli,” He starts before the clone quickly speaks.

“If you’re looking for someone to blame, the fault is mine.”

“Right now?” Master Di guides Keeli’s eyes to the army of droids about to descend on them, marching down the middle of the ravine. “That is not my concern.”

Keeli gives him a small smile. Master Di finds himself wishing that they had more time. While that thought consumes him for a moment, Keeli speaks up.

“I know my role, General. I know where my focus needs to be.” Keeli chooses his words carefully. “But I can’t deny how I feel, especially when I feel it with all that I am. I live for her and I would die for her.”

“We’re not supposed to have attachments.” Master Di frowns as he turns his eyes towards the thankfully empty west ridge. She is safe, along with Cham and the twi’lek resistance. There is no time left for being precious. No time for worrying about what the Council would think. They are not here and they aren’t coming. “But she’s been like a daughter to me and I confess I feel the same.”

Keeli nods before he slides his helmet over his head.

“Well then…” His voice trails off as he focuses on the swell of B2s about to consume them.

The drone of the droids almost drowns out Di’s next words.

“Indeed.”