#commander fives

Fives: Yo!

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ON TO THE HEADCANONS:

Rex:

- He’d been gone on a mission for a long time, and he’d just gotten back the night before.- The two of you had an amazing night together, and he woke up to the smell of caff and the soft, lilting sound of your voice carrying down the hall. - He rolls out of bed, pulls pants on, and stumbles into the kitchen.- You’re wearing his shirt from the night before, hair down and loose around your shoulders. - There’s music coming from your tiny holo-projector on the counter, and you didn’t notice Rex come in. - He watches you for a few moments, blinking the sleep out of his eyes and leaning against the doorframe, taking in this moment.- How did he get so damn lucky?- You finally turn around and spot him, and you smile before sashaying your way over to him, taking his hands in yours and pulling him into the kitchen with you, swaying along to the music. 

Fives:

- He can hear the music leaking out of your apartment before he’s even fully down the hall. - He puts his key in the door - the one you had made for him - and walks inside.- You’re in shorts and a tank top, dancing wildly around your living room, kicking your legs out and jerking your arms around, more flailing than dancing. - He thinks its adorable- He stands by the door awkwardly at first, bouncing on his heels and trying to work up the nerve to join you.- He doesn’t have to, because you turn around and notice him. - You stop at first, embarrassed, brush the hair out of your face. - But Fives just grins at you, and rushes forward, seizing you by the hips and lifting you up off the ground, spinning you once before dancing with you. - He’s awkward and flailing just like you, but his intentions become very clear when his goofy dancing very quickly shifts to grinding. ;)

Wolffe:

- He’s surprised to hear low, sensual music drifting out of the medi-bay.- After the surprise wears off, he gets pissed, thinking his men are up to something, or pestering you. - He keys the door open, glare ready, only to see you singing softly in the center of the room as you dance subtly to yourself, your hips swaying from side to side but your upper body meticulously focused as you bandage an injured trooper. - He’s staring and doesn’t realize it until another trooper snickers.- He didn’t know you could sing. It’s… it’s nice. He likes it. - He makes up some B.S. Excuse about why he came in there in the first place, not wanting to admit he was drawn to the music. - Of course, you know better, but you don’t call him on it. - He stays leaning against the wall, watching you move, swaying gently to yourself as you move between patients- It takes all of Wolffe’s self control to not take you in his arms and sway peacefully along with you. 

8.) “Stay There, i’m coming to get you.” from THIS LIST (I am no longer accepting these prompts)

“Would the prisoners request to be blindfolded?” 

Jesse was at his side. They were both in handcuffs. They’d been stripped of their armor. Fives’s chest was cold. 

He looked at the men - his brothers, dammit - lined up in front of him, rifles pointed directly at him. 

“I hope you can live with yourself, Dogma.” 

Tup’s hands were shaking. Kix looked like he was going to throw up. He had to do something, had to convince them not to kill them. This was wrong. This was all Krell. It was all Krell. It was-. 

Their faces all warped, suddenly, and his brothers suddenly went limp, slowly pulled back upright like puppets on a string. 

“Good soldiers follow orders.” They all said in perfect unison.

And then he was there. 

General Krell, knocking aside his brothers, lightsabers drawn as he sprinted towards Fives and Jesse, lifted the blade -.

ARC Trooper Fives gasped awake, clutching wildly at his own chest, feeling for lightsaber cuts he knew weren’t there but dammit he could feel them. 

He stumbled out of bed, trembling from head to toe, arms still crossed over his chest, fingernails digging into his shoulders. He fell to his knees by his armor, still shaking violently.

Get ahold of yourself soldier, it was just a dream. 

He didn’t remember picking up the commlink, didn’t remember exactly what Rex said, or what he himself said for that matter. He remembered Rex’s voice going from annoyed to concerned in a moment, and the one thing Fives definitely remembered him saying: “Breathe, Fives. Breathe. Stay there, I’m coming to get you.” 

He remained on the floor, couldn’t bring himself to even rise into a sitting position. He just curled in further on himself, arms wrapped around his bare chest until he heard the door to his quarters slide open, soft footfalls rushing over to him. 

“Oh, kriff. That bad, eh?” Rex murmured, easing the other trooper into a sitting position. “Come on, Fives. Breathe with me.” 

He cupped Fives’s face in his hands, took a deep breath, let Fives take a moment to try and match it. He couldn’t manage, his breathing was too fast, too shallow. Rex cursed softly. 

“Alright, come here, let’s try this.” He peeled off his chest plate and the top half of his blacks. If Fives wasn’t so out of it, he would’ve smarted off about how the Captain shouldn’t have been up in full armor at this hour and Captains need sleep too, sir, but he didn’t. 

Instead he allowed himself to be maneuvered against Rex, his bare back pressing against Rex’s chest, and Rex put one hand over Fives’s heart, let him feel his own heartbeat through his back. 

“Breathe,” Rex murmured, his chest rising and falling. Slowly, very slowly, Fives calmed down, his breathing matching up with Rex’s at long last. 

“Sorry, sir.” he mumbled once his breathing slowed to normal. Rex hummed lightly, moving his hands off Fives’s chest and instead wrapped them around his body. 

“Was it the same one?” He asked gently. Fives nodded, leaned back against Rex. 

“Yeah… same as always.” 

Rex sighed, wriggled away from Fives and pulled him to his feet. “Let’s take a look then.” 

Fives hated this. Hated how routine it was that Rex didn’t even have to see to know what he’d done. Hated that Rex had to come running to help his sorry ass every time he had a bad dream. He wasn’t some snot nosed cadet. He was a karking ARC trooper, he should be better. 

“Whatever you‘re thinking, shut up.” Rex commanded, leading Fives into the refresher. The nailmarks from where Fives had clawed at his chest in his sleep were an angry red, standing out against his tanned chest. A few of them had drawn blood. “Quit beating yourself up.” 

“Yes sir.” Fives answered emptily, held himself as still as possible as Rex gently washed the blood away, fumbled around with his utility belt until he got a tiny tube of bacta, applying it to the worst of the marks. He bandaged them with care, let his hand rest over Fives’s heart for a few moments before delivering a swift kiss to his cheek. 

“Back in bed, soldier.” He ordered softly. “I’ll stay here tonight.”

“Sir-.” 

The look in Rex’s eyes booked no argument, and Fives relented, watched as Rex peeled off the rest of his armor, leaving himself vulnerable in just his blacks as he climbed into bed beside Fives. He turned his back to Fives, already knew what the other man needed. 

Requested by anon: 

“You don’t seem like yourself tonight.” From This List (Send me characters and numbers!!)

Rex: I mean it, I can't help you

Rex: I absolutely, will not help you if you get caught

*Beware Clone Wars Spoilers below*

Ya know honestly I think the reason Fives bonds so well with AZI-3 in season 6 is because he kind of reminds Fives of Echo. AZI-3 is all about following orders and is indignant when Fives suggests breaking the rules ("But we'd be disobeying direct orders!" / "Yup. For the second time today".) but ultimately is Fives' ride or die for the duration of the arc.

And when you think about it, Fives would be so lost without AZI-3, just like he was lost without Echo.

And. AND. When Fives regained consciousness after Nala Se drugged him, who's the first character he asked about? AZI-3.