Pairings: Clone Trooper Veteran (from Kenobi) x Reader
Warnings: beware the secondhand embarrassment that the reader's dialogue may cause in the beginning; meet-cute? more like meet-awkward. reader means well, but is awkward and dorky and it's meant to be endearing. probable overuse of in-universe swear words. this is meant to be pure fluff, will-they-won't-they cuteness!
Notes: I saw a tiktok recently about this lady saying that she gained a wonderful partner because she gave a homeless guy a chance (which is so sweet, are you kidding me??) and it made me think of this guy. I didn't want to make this to come across as savior-y/feel good porn-y, but if you feel like this is in poor taste or have some suggestions, please let me know! I also decided to give him a Maori name, Tai (like English 'tie').
Daiyu is a lot of things - cold, busy, neon, graffitied to hell and back, beautiful in its own strange way, but it isn't kind. You have to keep up with the hustle and bustle or else you'll get sucked into the underground and trampled. You're barely making it as it is, stuck in a shithole apartment in a shithole part of town surrounded by spice dealers and exhausted laborers working the same shitty job and hours as you. Which is why you always make a point to go home a certain way, to pick his trooper chest plate out among the crowd and toss him what you can, even if it's just a packet of dehydrated crisps from the vendor down the street. Because you know what it's like to have next to nothing, to not be shown a little kindness, and maybe because you're just a little naive and you think you see something gentle in his eyes.
And so it goes. You wake up, go to work, scrounge around for something to offer this man, and come home. Wake up, work, buy something you don't have the money for, come home. You're not sure how many cycles it takes for that awkward wall of half-fake niceties to start to crumble, but one day you're nursing the remains of your fruity kaf smoothie, fidgeting with the little bag of snacks you bought the moment you saw that your paycheck had gone through, and you spot him, smile and don't quite look him in the eyes because he's still a stranger and you're still shy, and offer him the bag with a little shrug.
"I don't know what you like," you say, eyes on the faded pink graffiti behind his head, "but I thought maybe..." You're not sure how to finish the sentence and you hope he understands.
You can feel his eyes on you, can feel the surprise practically radiating off of him, and your smile wavers because now you're starting to feel like you did something wrong. He's not saying anything, not taking the bag, not-
"You're not from around here, are you?" he says as the bag slips into his waiting hand.
The gentle gravel of his voice takes you by surprise and your eyes snap up to meet his. Has he always had those silver-gray hairs in his beard? And in the harsh neon and fluorescent lights, he suddenly looks ancient, tired. Maker, how old is this guy and he's still out on the streets?
"What gave it away?"
The trooper shrugs and the corner of his mouth looks dangerously close to a smile. "You're too nice."
Oh. Yeah, that sounds about right. Nobody's ever nice in the big city, you've learned this the hard way.
You raise your hands like you're surrendering and your laugh is almost genuine. "Guilty as charged!"
And Maker, if this whole exchange isn't awkward as all get out, but it also starts a warm feeling in your stomach. At least someone's being kind to him and at least he'll have something to eat tonight. Thank goodness your mother's not here to scold you or question if he's secretly a spice dealer trying to steal your money.
The trooper eyes the contents of the bag and nods. You get the vague feeling that he's pleased, although you wouldn't know it by the look on his face. He's kind of hard to read. He has that soldier look to him, even now in scraggly clothes with scraggly hair and a messy beard. Which makes you wonder if it would be too rude to toss in a razor the next time you see him. Not for your sake because you don't care what the man does with his face, but there's no underestimating the way a little clean up can make someone feel. And then the words are suddenly spilling out of you before you can even think about them.
"Is there anything you need?"
He goes deathly still. Your heart is pounding so violently against your ribcage that it hurts and you're worried that he can see your pulse vibrating beneath your skin. That would be embarrassing. Like this isn't also embarrassing. He probably thinks you're weird. Or one of those obnoxious do-gooders that like to hype themselves up at someone else's expense.
But then he just tilts his head to one side and leans back, considers you. "Like what?"
"Soap?" Maker, that came out wrong. "I-I mean, not because I think you need it, but I know if... if I didn't have anything, I'd want soap. For myself. Or maybe you need something else. New socks? Shoes?" You don't have the money to buy someone a new pair of boots, but your mouth just keeps going. "I don't know, I just thought... I'm so sorry. I'm not trying to be rude, I just know no one in this awful city is very nice and I thought you seemed like you could use something more than, uh, dehydrated crisps and kaf pouches."
Fuck. Fuck, this is awful. You feel like an idiot. No, you definitely are an idiot. You're insulting this nice old veteran and making a total ass out of yourself.
You look down at the spotchka stain by his foot and swallow hard. "I'm sorry, I should... I should go." And you don't look back when you do.
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You don't see him the next day, but that's more because you go out of your way to not look for him than anything else. You think that if you do see him, you might just die on the spot. But the universe has never been overtly kind to you - in fact, it probably has it out for you - and it seems to go out of its way to make you feel even worse by making sure you can't evade him because you're on your way to work the second morning after when you literally run face first into a trooper's chest plate. You stumble backwards, limbs akimbo and drop your shoulder bag right onto your foot.
"Kriff, I'm so sorry," you choke out as you drop down to pick up your things. "I didn't even see you, I-."
The hand that reaches out to help you is large and brown, half covered by fingerless gloves. There's dirt under the fingernails, which all look like they've been bitten, and you catch a couple scars on the knuckles. The face the hand belongs to is his because of course it is. He's leaning down a bit and in the daylight, he looks a little younger and less haggard. The lines on his face aren't so obvious and his eyes are softer.
At first, you think (hope) that he doesn't recognize you. You let him grab the strap of your bag, even though you still have a hand on it yourself, and you both stand up about the same time. Then he gently pushes it in your direction and the bag sags against your chest.
"Thanks," you murmur.
He shakes his head. "I never thanked you."
Dank farrik. Of course he remembers you.
You're quick to sling your bag back over your shoulder as you start shaking your head, a little more intensely than you probably needed to. "No. No, you don't have to thank me." Please don't, you want to scream. Literally just forget I exist.
"I'm not offended," he says and that's what finally makes you look him in the eyes, properly. He has that almost smile from the other night. "Even if you did stick your foot in your mouth."
You laugh. You're not really sure what else you can do other than let your face catch on fire, so laughing is the next best option. That and avoiding his eyes. Maker, this is so embarrassing.
"You're too nice for this dump."
"I know."
It sounds wrong after you say it, almost like you think too highly of yourself, but the trooper stops you when you start frantically backpedaling. His smile makes the skin around his eyes crinkle and you get that glimpse of gentleness again.
"Don't let me keep you." He sweeps to the side and the faded green cloak around his shoulders flutters by your hip. "And don't let that lothcat get your tongue again."
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You don't see him on your way home that night. Your heart sinks a little, then your mind starts to wander. Maybe he's found a new place to hold his helmet out. Maybe someone finally treated him to a warm meal. Maybe one of the local storm troopers took him in for solicitation. Maybe, and this might be a stretch, maybe you're worrying a little too much about a man you know nothing about. But you kind of can't help it. He's a part of your daily routine because you've made him a part of it, you've grown accustomed to his presence and how happy it makes you when you're able to do something small for him. And as silly as it is, you do worry about the nameless trooper who begs for scraps. Because there probably isn't anyone left to worry about him anymore.
So it's very important that you stop by the retrieval machine on your way to work in the morning and take out some credits. It's very important that you look for him during your morning commute and it's very important that you take extra time to look for him during your evening commute. And when you do finally spot him, it's very important that you push your way through the pedestrians and merchants until you're standing by the toe of his boot, heart racing and cheeks warm from the force of your smile.
"This is for you," you say as you practically throw your arm out at him. He blinks, frowns a little, and doesn't say anything. "Take it? Please."
When he opens his palm to you and you drop the money into it, his face shifts and you can just hear the sharpness of his inhale over the murmur of the nearby vendors. It's not hard to see the credit total start to rack up in the back of his head. You might have gotten a little excited earlier.
"Perhaps you should count this again," he huffs and starts to push the money back into your hand.
But you wrap your fingers around his, close his hand so he can't give it up, and smile. "No. I don't need to count it. This is for you." You're crouching now and you're not sure exactly when that happened, but it feels right.
"That's very generous for an old veteran." He sounds breathless.
That was kind of the point, but you don't say that. You'd hate to stick your foot in your mouth again. You settle instead for patting his hand and telling him to take care of himself. And when you get home, you flop into bed with a grin so wide that it makes your mouth hurt. You're glad you can help. You hope it does help. And you really do hope that he's okay.
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Maybe you're foolish. Maybe you think too much and maybe you have a little too much hope. But despite it all, you're grateful for these traits because it's what gave you him. The homeless trooper who sits on the curb, under the refuse recycler, who holds out his helmet in the hopes of a little kindness, the stranger you would never have given a second glance is your friend now because you let yourself be a little foolish.
He's cleaned himself up since you gave him those credits, gotten a shave and trimmed his hair, and you make sure to tell him how nice he looks. He finally tells you his name and asks for yours, and you assure him that he's never getting rid of you know because this means that you're friends.
It creeps up on you over the cycles. Your job keeps you busy, but you carve out time to sit and talk with him until it's no longer on purpose, but instinct. You eventually stop making a fool of yourself and start simply being yourself around him. You let yourself laugh hearty and loud and annoying when he cracks a joke, and you find that his deep, rumbling laughter is really very pleasant. Awkwardness fades into friendliness, familiarity. The city you once hated seems to shine a little brighter. In fact, you find that you quite like the way the neon and fluorescent lights illuminate your trooper's face at the end of a long day. And then it hits you like a blaster shot to the chest when his knee brushes against yours and the light hits the gentleness of his eyes just right.
He's missing on your day off, or at least you think he is until he shows up at your usual spot and you almost don't recognize him. His hair is curlier now that it's shorter, but he's combed it back so it's off his forehead. His beard is growing back nicely and you think it suits him (if the flutter-bys in your stomach have anything to say about it), especially with the silver-gray hairs scattered across his chin. The chest plate has been scrubbed, the cloak patched, cleaned, and wrapped rather stylishly about his shoulders, and he has new trousers. He looks distinguished. Handsome. It's another blaster shot to the chest.
"Tai!" His name is a sigh on your lips and it's never felt so right as it does now. "You look..." Best not to stick your foot in your mouth again.
He just smiles, one hand on his hip in that stupidly charming pose he does. "Lothcat got your tongue again?"
"Let's go with that."
When he offers you his elbow, you don't hesitate to take it. "I've been thinking," he starts as you begin perusing the vendors, "that it's about time you and I have a proper dinner. My treat."
It's enough to make you trip over your own feet. With what money? Why? Where? Is this a date? Maker, no, it's obviously not a date because Tai's probably closer to double your age than he isn't. He wouldn't- he doesn't- not like that, not for you. Is that why he looks so damn good all of a sudden? Or is that just you projecting your feelings onto him?
"Unless you'd rather not," and it hurts you how the confidence drains from his voice.
You turn on him, hand flying to his chest plate like it belongs there and always has. "No, no, I'd love to. I'm just surprised."
Tai grins. "Oh, I'm full of those, sweetheart."
The way your body flushes all over in response to this one simple pet name is downright stupid and you hope he doesn't notice, but with your luck he probably will.
"What's the occasion? Or am I just extra special?"
Dumb dumb dumb dumb-
"You certainly are." And there they are, those big brown eyes that sucked you in from the very start. "But I also have something to tell you."
You're gonna throw up. If he keeps looking at you with those kriffing eyes, your brain is gonna short-circuit. It'll be a miracle if you make it to dinner, let alone manage to stomach any food. You're not sure why just his eyes have you suddenly feeling like a womp rat got loose in your stomach, but it doesn't bode well for the rest of the evening. So of course, you spit out the first thing your brain comes up with, even if you really, really don't mean to.
"Just tell me now."
He raises an eyebrow. "You don't want to wait? I had it all planned out-."
"No, now," you groan.
"It'll ruin the surprise." But when you look at him like you're considering death, for him or yourself you're not sure, he chuckles and relents. "Alright, alright. If you're that impatient." He pauses and his eyes flicker downward; still on your face, but nowhere near your eyes. Oh, kriff. "You're looking at Daiyu City's newest janitor. I better not catch you making any messes."
It's take a second, just a second, but when it clicks, you throw yourself at him with everything you've got. "Tai! You got a job!"
Your chin is on his shoulder, arms around his neck, and his hands are on your back to support you. His laughter manifests as warm breath on the back of your neck, which you pretend doesn't send a shiver down your spine in the best possible way.
"Yes, I got a job." His laugh is the most wonderful sound in the galaxy. "Only took me seven kriffing years."
"But that's wonderful!" You lean back some, eager to look at him again and see how being employed suits him, how it rests in his body and encourages his confidence. You do not think about his hands still on your back and you don't let it distract you when they shift to your waist. "I'm- Maker, I'm so happy for you, Tai. Have you started yet?"
He nods. "Started today. That's why I wanted to take you somewhere, celebrate." His hands tighten just a little and you're not sure if he's doing it on purpose, but you know you don't want him to stop. "I wouldn't have gotten it without you."
"That's bantha shit. You got this job through your own merits. That was all you."
But Tai shakes his head. His one hand moves up to your shoulder, then to your cheek, but he doesn't quite touch you. His hand shakes. Like he's nervous, afraid.
"Wouldn't have gotten myself cleaned up without you, sweetheart." Oh, that name. You'll spend the rest of the night thinking about it. "This city isn't kind. It's breaks you down, chokes the hope out of you. I didn't have anything left in me until you came along. You helped this old fool get back on his feet." You're drowning in his eyes. "Thank you."
Even though your brain is screaming at you, your heart and your stomach are flip-flopping, you let yourself have this moment, this one fleeting thing that you've been longing for so secretly that you hardly even knew it was there. You put a hand on his cheek, smooth your palm over his freckles and his beard and the lines, and you draw him into you. Your mouth presses to the almost dimple that's half hidden beneath gray-black hair.
"Always," you whisper.
Dinner is cramming yourselves into an old leather booth and ordering the safest option off a dive bar menu. Some of the other customers smell like spice, which you ignore, and some of them watch you like you have a tauntaun growing out of your back, which you also ignore. You only have eyes for Tai and he only has eyes for you. And it's enough.
Can I request any fluffy hc for Fives? If u have time and mood for it of course. Thx in advance ;)
Fluffy Headcanons, Fives
Headcanons, gn! reader
Tw: None. Just fluff
it’s him. the bestest boy🫶
- As can be predicted, Fives is very affectionate. He has no trouble calling you names and holding you in front of anybody. And I mean anybody. He has no shame in it, though he does respect your boundaries in that scenario. It sounds adorable, but at times, it could get a little embarrassing.
- He is the type of person to carry your picture with him when he leaves Coruscant again. He also keeps a tiny notebook with him on the ship. Whenever he gets the chance, he’ll write in it. When he comes back home, he’ll give it to you so you wouldn’t have had to miss a single thing. He either writes a lot or two sentences. It depends on how his day was. And as most of his missions are battles, rather than mercy missions, there won’t be a lot to read, but knowing he still thinks about keeping you up to date is enough for you.
- He’ll put effort in understanding the things you are passionate about. This could be a hobby, but also a book series or a certain artist. He loves to hear you rant about the things you love, but he feels stupid to not be able to talk along with you. The moment he begins to talk along with you about that movie you recently watched, your entire face just lights up. He would keep doing things like that just to see you like that again.
- He is a hugger. Any chance he gets, he’ll wrap his arms around you. When he gets back home, he lets out his custom tires groan, as you had named it, before he walks up to you and tilts you off of the ground, planting kisses on your face as he goes. Early morning hugs from behind, side hugs on ships, bear hugs in the living room, surprise hugs during cooking etc. Man cannot get himself to let go of you.
- Surprisingly, his love language isn’t physical affection; it’s acts of service. He loves to do these little things for you, just so you can spend more time on the couch, or doing other chores. Don’t let him cook though. He’s a great cleaner! Very thorough. You wouldn’t expect it, but he does it in record time, and without mistakes. Down side; he places the cutleries in the wrong drawer. Always. You have it marked and everything, but he keeps doing it wrong. Maybe he does it on purpose, you don’t know.
- Pays for your drinks. Regardless of how long you’ve been together, he will always pay for your drinks. You two don’t often go out, but when you do, you don’t have to be concerned about your wallet. Well, you kind of do. You see, as a clone, he doesn’t really get paid. Sometimes credits just suddenly get into his wallet. Wonder how they got there. He has no idea.
- Very competitive! Game nights are a must, but he’s competitive in everything. If you work out, he’ll try to run faster than you, or push more weight than you. It makes both of you push your limits, so it’s a great little mechanism. Kix doesn’t think so, but who cares.
- On that note, he’s a sore loser as well. Not the kind of loser that is annoying and angry, but the one who just sulks. He claims it’s fine when you win the game, but you can see it in his eyes that he’s disappointed. Luckily, he can handle wins very well. So if you let him win at times, he won’t do victory dances or gloat. But sometimes it’s just more fun to win, so you’ll let him sulk.
- He gets jealous very easily. And you might think; oh but that’s cute. Not entirely. Sometimes? Yes. But the only people he really trusts to be around you are four, maybe five of his brothers. He is very happy with you, but is terrified of losing you. He knows you will remain loyal, but that isn’t his problem. He fears you might see others that are so much better than him, and it makes him insecure. So instead of brushing it off, he glares at them. Again, he’ll get really pouty afterwards. But only after pretending nothing is wrong. He needs some reassurance.
- Last but not least, as an avid hugger, he is an avid cuddler. Man cannot bring himself to sleep comfortably without you. When he is with you, he doesn’t care how you lay, or whether you need to be asleep, he’ll find a way. He likes it most when you lay on your back, his arms wrapped around your waist and his head on your chest under your shirt. He made the mistake to lay like that once when Echo entered the room. Fives doesn’t care. You’re more cautious now though, so often you’ll simply spoon or lay on top of him.
Loving is a word that can definitely describe Obi Wan. He’d cater to your every need, he’d take care of you whether you’re sick or unwell, he’d even go as far as to make excuses on leaving missions early to check up on you if you really ask him to.
Obi Wan struggles quite a bit, though. For as loving as he is, he still feels guilt for violating the Jedi Code—something he values quite closely. Despite that, he will always choose you over the Code, no matter what day, month or year.
He’s a gentle lover. He hates being rough with you; it’s unmannerly and rude! He loves to make you feel appreciated in an old fashioned yet effective way. Obi Wan leans more to being a kind boyfriend who loves to wind down and watch the sunset rather than to roughhouse or debate.
That being said, Obi Wan does not shy away from arguments. He’s very outspoken about his ideas, beliefs and his morals. The many times he argues with Anakin and even the Jedi Council should show how he’s not afraid to speak his mind.
Obi Wan’s kisses are otherworldly to put it simply. You have no idea how a Jedi, someone who should be single and detached from the materialistic world, is so good at kissing. His soft kisses are incredible to experience. They make you feel soft tingles in your back and arms; you love everything about his kisses.
You’ll never have to worry about your sweet Kenobi becoming jealous because this man rarely ever gets jealous. Not just because of his well sized ego of him being a famed War General, it’s also because of the tremendous trust and faith he has in you. The love of his life would never leave or doubt him. He just knows it. However, he will get jealous and be protective if he feels you’re being targeted by some creep.
His more rough kisses are still as rewarding. Often his more passionate kisses come from a long struggle in a battle, a fight or a mission that nearly cost him you. They’re like a shooting star crashing into you but instead of exploding and destroying, it engulfs you with its warmth and simple adoration.
You’re special to him. I mean, you were enough to make THE General Kenobi go against the Jedi Code. You’re someone he treasures, someone he adores and feels nothing but love to.
I can’t stress enough how much Obi Wan loves you. You relax him when he needs to relax and rile him up before a long, hard mission. You’re everything he’s ever wanted.
Quality time is something you will always get with him. Even if it’s just a simple 5 minute intervention before a takeoff, he’s right there with you sneaking tiny kisses.
Give him hugs he likes your hugs :)
> Anakin Skywalker 💫
Where do I even begin with Anakin? He’s passionate, adoring, loving, protective and incredibly emotional. This man is literally guided by his emotions.
You’re his. And his alone. Whether you’re his crush, his fiancé, his spouse, you mean everything to him. He will actually destroy the world to keep you safe. Anakin adores you so much that it actually hurts him when he can’t hold you and kiss you.
Speaking of his kisses, is this man passionate. He’s always rough even when he doesn’t mean to be rough. Kissing you is always a magical experience for him so he often challenges himself subconsciously to sweep you off your feet. And boy, does he do exactly that!
He lifts and spins you when he hugs/kisses you, he holds you bravely in front of every Jedi who can see, he’s always touching you and that ranges passing shoulder rubs or him basically trapping you between his strong arms and broad chest.
Anakin is infatuated with you. You mean so much to him. He simply adores you. When he loves you, I genuinely mean Anakin loves you. When he first fell for you, he really believed you were Jedi mind tricking him into loving you so vividly and adoringly.
He’s adoring and protective but he can be overprotective a lot of the time. He made a silent promise to never lose a loved one ever again and he intends to keep it no matter how difficult situations get. That mentality is worsened by his belief that he will do everything in his power to keep you safe and sound, even if that meant you hating him for it.
Jealous. It’s extraordinary how Obi Wan is so relaxed with potential rivals but his Padawan isn’t. Anakin literally seethes whenever he feels like you’re being eyeballed by a too friendly man. He doesn’t care about titles either. Did you see how he whooped Clovis’ ass? It’s like Anakin gets primal when he feels jealous/possessive. He disregards who he is as the Chosen One and disregards who he’s facing. Nobody will ever harm or take you away. Ever.
He’s passionate and fiery 24/7 unless he’s tired and about to fall asleep. He doesn’t rant a lot about his ideas because he’s honestly too awkward to go on rants like that by the fly. But, he’ll of course hear you out and by hear I mean Anakin intently listens to you.
Good boyfriend :)
> Din Djarin
Inexperienced and shy. No convincing me otherwise. Dude is a struggle when it comes to removing his fucking helmet so I feel like Din wouldn’t really be super experienced in love. He’s more of a punch your feelings out type of guy, Y’know?
Regardless of his shyness and inexperience, he fucking loves you. He’s super awkward about holding you but when he holds you, my God does he hold you so right. You feel so loved and so cozy and so warm even when he’s wearing his Mandalorian armor!
Din loves everything about you. He really does. He doesn’t know exactly how to show it or how to say it but when you do something—anything, he feels like a teen boy getting his first real crush. You’re so amazing and he doesn’t even know how.
Helmet bumps. It’s odd to many people but to you? It means the world. Din is really introverted so when he openly shows his love to you by gently nodding his helmet to your temple or forehead, you’re over the moon. You kiss his helmet back and that’s when Grogu starts to giggle because Din looks silly with so many kisses on his helmet.
P R O T E C T I V E. He’s almost as bad as Anakin. That’s not an exaggeration, he will protect you with everything he has. Of course, he won’t stop you from battle; he’s a Mandalorian by oath. He has to respect warriors and fighters. But this clashes with his own trauma and how he goes about it. He loves you too much to let you get hurt. So he finds the balance. He will respect your battles until you speak up for his help or you desperately need his help.
Not much of a smooth talker. Not much of a talker at all. He shows his love in little ways like how he gives you the bigger side of breads or how he gives you more space to nap in his little cozy spot under Grogu. And yes, he does sleep in his armor.
He gets really chatty during late times in the Razor Crest, surprisingly. Grogu’s fast asleep and dreaming about as many frogs as one can hope for, you’re sitting next to him and it just kinda brings out the chatty cat in him. You two often talk about current events, the future, things you like, Grogu, anything you can ever think of you two have probably talked about it.
Din respects your privacy as much as you respects his. You mean so much to him. He’s godlike when it comes to giving you space. ALSO HE CHEWS WITH HIS MOUTH CLOSE THANK YOU DIN.
Not really jealous but not really Obi Wan’s level of chill. He distrusts every stranger automatically so he puts himself between you and random strangers at bars. He’s always on the lookout for potential creeps and when he gets a feeling something will start, he immediately shuts it down and takes you away from that situation. Never gonna catch him lacking.
> Han Solo 🍶
He’s annoyingly in love with you. He teases you and embarrasses you with how loving he can be sometimes. Han likes to lean against walls or even corner you and beg for kisses before Chewie starts laughing at his flirting. If he towers over you, you bet he will definitely use that to his advantage.
Passionate kisser, no matter what time or day is it. Han loves to kiss you with as much passion as he because you’re the love of his life; you’re the bread to his jam. You will never ever be kissed by Han in a soft way, he’s always so passionate and honest with his kisses.
PDA God. You think Anakin’s bad wait until you meet Han Solo. He’s the king of holding your waist so close to his you’re practically hip to hip. Han has never kept his hands or himself whenever you two touched down anywhere. Of course, Han respects your boundaries. Never would he put his hands on your privates or somewhere you explicitly said you don’t want him to.
The king of kisses. You could doing anything, you could just be helping Luke or Leia and Han comes up behind you and begins to kiss your cheek and your temple and everywhere in your face. He just loves that feeling of holding you and you complaining about his sloppy kisses is like music to his ears.
Nobody messes with Han Solo’s sweetheart. He is so protective when it comes to protecting you, so much so that he gets violent. Not to you, never you, but to the person who’s messing/flirting with you. Han has a pattern of asking you “Is this schmuck messing with you?” before absolutely destroying the creep either with his hands or his gun.
The definition of a brag. He brags all the time. His ego isn’t that big but he’s not that humble at all. He loves it when you join in and praise him, he loves getting praised. He also really loves to give and receive compliments so make sure to always compliment your dumb scoundrel about how handsome he looks.
He’s so adoring. He will buy you anything. He will actually spend so much money on you that you AND Chewie have to remind him not to.
Bro will wear a shitty sweater u made him :)
> Luke Skywalker 🌙
He’s so soft. Like wayyy softer than Obi Wan. When Luke touches you, he’s so gentle and his fingers barely have any pressure on them. Even his metal arm is so gentle and hardly grazes you.
Like Din, he’s shy. He’s a moisture farmer from Tatooine. His first kiss was with some girl he hardly remembers. He’s very shy so what often happens is Luke will simply just hold your hand or stand really close to you in public. Unlike Solo, he’s very reserved when it comes to affection.
Luke is very soft spoken. He’s such a good storyteller too! He tells you all about his misadventures and how much he’s seen as well as what it’s like to be one of the few remaining Jedi. When you’re with Luke, you’re never bored or anything—he’s always telling you about his life. And, for as much as he tells you he wants you to tell him about your life, too.
Kiss his cheek and Luke will bite back his boyish smile. Kiss his lips and Luke will literally lay on his back, smiling like a goof and staring into nothing. He’s so into you that one day he wants to make you his spouse. He’s already planning out his wedding ideas!
You are the thing that motivates him the most from anybody else. Whether it be your kisses or your dreams, Luke is so inspired and deeply in love with you. He’d do anything to make your dreams a reality.
Protective to a T. He’s very outspoken and will speak up if someone is bothering you, and even if he’s not a hulking 6’6 figure, he will intimidate many people with just how fiercely protective he is over you.
He doesn’t strike me as jealous, he seems to reason everything in his mind. But since no one is perfect, he obviously will have his moments of weakness and will get jealous. Please reassure him with kisses and embraces.
You will always get a hug before and after a battle. You help ground Luke back to reality. :)
> Captain Rex (I love this man)🌛
He’s super professional. He won’t cuddle you at all during missions and just keeps his distance so that you two don’t end up fooling off. However…
Once that ship lands, Rex is staying near you 200% of the time. He will do everything and anything in his power to keep you safe during battles. Even if Rex seems a little cold during missions, just know that in his mind nothing is run in more rapid than his thoughts on you and your well-being.
His kisses are strong. They’re confident and he definitely knows what he’s doing (seriously, where did he learn this stuff?). When he kisses you there is always a wave of reassurance and love that passes over you. And you’re pretty sure that the same wave of love passes over Rex with how much love he had in eyes for you.
You’re funny if you think Rex isn’t protective. He was made a soldier and is under General Skywalker’s command, one of the most possessive and protect man to ever exist for the Jedi. So Rex has certainly picked up his own protective personality. This man is the definition of overthinking and ready to fight for his babygirl.
PDA really isn’t his style; it’s too much for him. He likes to show his love in his own way. Like when he invites you to help him clean his armor or when he teaches you how to do things like fix an entire Republic ship engine by yourself with just duct tape and a screwdriver. He thinks love showed be shown in ‘productive’ ways.
That doesn’t mean Rex doesn’t hug or kiss you. Like I said before, his kisses are strong and safe. His hugs even stronger. You’ll melt into his delicious arms.
Not that jealous of a boyfriend. Rex never gets jealous because he hates dragging negativity from a third party into your relationship. He’s very mature and rationalizes people flirting with you. He won’t get violent immediately but he will if it means protecting you.
Rex calls you soldier affectionately. Look me in the fucking eyes and tell me he wouldn’t call you soldier affectionately.
He brings you cool rocks or cool (safe) plants he finds on planets he visits :)
> Commander Cody 🌜
He’s kinda like Rex except he’s like, slightly more dramatic and the only reason he’s more dramatic is because of Obi Wan ‘Hello There’ Kenobi.
He’s a little more open to affection than most other clones. He’ll kiss your cheek before and after a battle, rub your knuckles if there’s a rough landing and reassure you verbally that everything will be fine.
Cody prioritizes the mission but there are times where he orders his men to carry out the mission to rescue you or go after you and keep you safe. He can’t bare the thought of losing you like he’s lost so many of his brothers.
Not big on PDA, very reserved with his little moments of love. He doesn’t want his men to see him as a big softie, too. Especially not General Kenobi.
Likes to sit down and just sit there in silence next to you, watching clones tinker with the ships and the platoons helping shinies around. You two might even hold hands secretly watching the organization of squads.
Cody isn’t jealous THAT IS unless he is in a petty mood. If you two have a fight and you go jogging up to Rex to tell him the General’s orders before him, he will get slightly petty verbally. Like he’ll make a passing comment about how you seem to like Rex over him.
You two don’t argue a lot. That is unless Cody gets petty. You love that big goof regardless of his petty moments.
HE IS SO SASSY SOMETIMES. You think he’s been hanging around Obi Wan too much.
The type of boyfriend to let you measure his hands next to yours and see how big/small your hands are to his.
He is in love with you bro. He’s infatuated. He didn’t even know he could fall in love until he met you. You swept him off his feet. But don’t actually sweep Cody off of his feet because he will feel embarrassed :)
Actually lined and colored art??? On the ujalayi art blog??? It’s more likely than you think.
Forcing myself to clean up + line sketches I’ve had sitting in procreate forever - it’s good practice, but it’s a constant process learning to do lineart 🤔 Here’s Fives!! With a few armor and anatomy errors because I’m only human. Haven’t you heard? He won the Star Wars!
thinking about this picture bc can you imagine being slick in this moment. i would've shit my pants bro. i would be terrified. the stares. pissing off commander cody is not something you come back from.
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